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private shouta aizawa of bnha. multi media & headcanon based. canon divergent. by altair.

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Private Shouta Aizawa of BNHA.  Multi media canon divergent & headcanon based.  By Altair, 25+, they/them Graphics by noxcave

Carrd.  Memes.  Headcanons.  Wishlist.

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— 🎸 ﹐⠀𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗔 / 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢 : 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗖ㅤ⸺ㅤ21+, DUPLICATE FRIENDLY, DIVERGENT, HEADCANON-DRIVEN, MULTIVERSES, MOSTLY MANGA INSPIRED & (CANON) DEAD DOVE THEMES PRESENT. EXPLORES HIZASHI'S CHARACTERIZATION & MUN'S INTERPRETATION OF PM.

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dog is home but I still haven't slept through the night in a week and he's fighting us to take his meds...but muse is returning

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hii I miss you guys. my dog's in the hospital (for the second time this week) and that's...a lot

[bloomfruit]

midoriya feels a surge of relief. the idea of being removed from the hero course had sat heavy on his chest for a while now, though he hadn't dared voice it to any of his classmates. he worried they'd involve themselves or threaten to leave if he was removed. and he didn't want to do anything to risk their futures. but with the knowledge he can stay, he exhales shakily.

he can't help himself. he rushes forward, hugging aizawa tightly around the middle. it would likely earn him another lecture or scolding, but he didn't care. after everything they had gone through, he was just happy to be able to stay aizawa's student. ' thank you, sir. ' fat tears already spill over his cheeks (he can't help it, he's a crybaby), squeezing his teacher hard. ' that's a relief. '

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midoriya's response only cements that he made the right decision. as if there was any real doubt. god knew even if he'd said no, the kid would've appealed to nezu. or tried sneaking back on to campus or something equally stupid. it was a credit to the respect given if midoriya had even considered actually listening to his teacher's rejection. he certainly seemed poised for it.

quirk or not, midoriya was no longer scrawny. shouta huffs and has to dig feet into floor to prevent himself from knocking back into desk. one hand awkwardly pets fluffy green hair. " yeah, yeah. the second you disobey me again and put yourself in danger, you're out. understood?" his spine cracks where the student holds on. for a split second, he grips back equally hard before releasing. " now if you let me go, maybe we can discuss your new future. "

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my top 9 games !

i stole it, steal it back

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"Aizawa... sensei..."

In spite of the obvious fact that she's invisible, Toru has always never really been someone that people could easily overlook. Bright, cheerful, and maybe sometimes a little too carefree - she's always doing her best to keep a joyful attitude, and that decision has never steered her wrong so far. At U.A, her classmates have been so kind to her, and she's made so many friends... in the end, she's never once thought that she had anything she needed to be unhappy about.

But right now... something seems to have shifted. Without a visible face, it's impossible for anyone to see the stunned expression that's overtaken Toru's features, or notice the way she's gone rigid with shock. But the sound of her voice; almost disbelieving in tone, makes it obvious that something has, at the least, taken her deeply off-guard.

"I don't understand... could that- really be true?"

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Part of his job has always been to jump in on out of control quirks. Sometimes by villains, sometimes by too young kids struggling to get a handle on things. Actual trained quirk counselors are supposed to deal with the latter but he would be called if the situation got dangerous. That was why Shouta hadn't questioned the need for his intervention with Eri. He'd expected it. Normally, a wide area of effect and destructive capable abilities had little overlap. He'd yet to come across someone who could make heads explode in a three mile radius for example.

His running theory here is that that generality holds true. Flashes out of the corner of his eye are hardly anything to take notice of. Eye strain could cause such a phenomenon. It was only the first time he'd turned to do a head count for their latest field trip that the peripheral movement became something else. An older man, alone, completely ignored. The mall is far from empty, though its occupants are professional actors much like the licensing exam. He's broken up the class into smaller groups to give them all a go at public incident. There's a fake villain here and he knows it's not this guy.

He doesn't look right. Even Shouta's never had a person flit in and out of focus like that without a migraine. A quick look around reveals several other flickering people. None of them are doing anything suspicious besides not reacting to anyone around them and vice versa. As far as he can tell, it seems like only he and Toru are the ones seeing these things. Kaminari had joked they looked like they'd seen a ghost and though the elder's expression didn't change, Toru must have connected the dots.

"I don't know." They have no proof and it's far more likely they're being affected by a budding projection or hallucinogenic quirk than suddenly being able to see ghosts. He's sure there's no record of such a quirk existing or he would've heard about it already. "Change of plans. Toru, you're with me. I'll put you in the next round so you don't miss the practice."

Shouta turns to her with mostly concealed irritation at his exercise being ruined. "You and I are on hide and seek. There should be a limited pool of possibilities, though they do hire at least ten kids for these runs. We're looking for anyone under the age of thirteen and they might be in one of the groups coming in or leaving."

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The brain do yell for old cringe muse

[bloomfruit]

in truth, he hadn't given any thought about what other career paths he might want to pursue. it was painful to think about right now, and he had time. the reality of knowing he wouldn't be a pro hero when he graduated sat heavy on his heart, and he needed to make peace with that before he could move forward with alternatives. ' i haven't given it much thought yet, sir. ' maybe they'd offer him a support course or management course track for that reason. but he was going to try anyway.

he perks up a little, allowing himself to feel a tiny bit of hope, at aizawa's suggestion. ' are you saying i can stay in the hero course ? ' he tests, wanting to be extra sure. but he's smiling, and that provides some relief. he doesn't allow himself to release his own anxiety yet. ' will principal nezu agree ? '

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" then get thinking. " his tone becomes admonishing, albeit only lightly. " really, you should've been coming up with backup plans earlier. no one can be a hero forever and pros who retire early too often still need an income. or at least a hobby. " not everyone was tensei with the ability to switch positions in one's own business or even access to the medical advancements allowing such a thing.

was he not clear? apparently if izuku is still doubting him. eyes roll in exasperation. " what part of teaching assistant didn't you hear? yeah, kid, you're staying. " shouta hums briefly, trying to come up with a reason for nezu to disagree, then shrugs. " i'll talk to him, he might have some more ideas on curriculum, but kicking you out now would be stupid. "

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And on god the fuckin ads in mobile are making looking at posts like impossible wtf

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Been too busy with appointments this week to write but brain go brrrr for aizawa

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Alr I'd die for Koichi n Tensei

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wiggling him for plotting new things maybee??

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insert bernie sanders meme

i am asking again where i can watch vigilantes dub

[bloomfruit]

he expected this. when he ran over this conversation over and over in his mind, he prepared for many different possibilities. there was also a chance that this conversation would end with him being removed from the hero course, no matter what he said. they kept calling him the world's greatest hero, but he might not be able to graduate as one.

a diploma ? the idea causes him to blink. what would he even do, if he were to graduate now ? the adults in his life would probably tell him to rest, to take some time off. but he didn't want to graduate a year early.

' i know. and i don't have a suit like all might's either. but.... the hero course isn't just about the physical things. i do well in my classes. it's also about battle strategy, and quirk analysis, and hero ethics. i'm good at those. maybe i can find a way to be useful some other way. i know i can't smash through buildings anymore, but i... ' he pauses. chews the inside of his cheek.

' and selfishly, mr. aizawa... i want to be with my friends. after everything that's happened. but i understand if you need to give the spot to someone with a quirk. '

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there it is. the smallest of lip twitches signal how pleased he is with the answer. not essay worthy but nezu would likely leave the decision up to aizawa anyway so izuku could pitch himself however he wanted. already, the elder can think of five possible career paths outside of being a hero that might suit izuku well. some that didn't exist yet despite his insistent work trying to broaden the support options for heroes.

he stands from chair and moves around to lean against desk. it gets him closer to the kid shouta has spent far too many nights worrying over and forces spine to change positions. " true. you're very good at those. you ever thought of becoming a lawyer or an advocate? mission ops coordinator? with the commission. . .reforming, maybe they'll finally listen to some of my ideas."

a more genuine grin crosses his face. the dangerous smirk of someone with a self serving notion. " then from now on, you're my assistant during exercises. you get to help me analyze your friends, take some work off my plate, and see what it's like dealing with you brats from the other side. "

[bloomfruit]

' mr. aizawa ? sir. ' it takes him a while to work up the nerve for this conversation. he was in the hospital for a long time, and midoriya knew it would be even longer before they returned to any sense of ' normal '. there was rebuilding, restructuring, recovery after the war. people were still in survival mode, and nobody was thinking about going back to class yet. but midoriya was. and things had settled down enough that they were talking about class 2-a finishing their schooling. he couldn't avoid this any longer.

' i was thinking. well, i just thought-- what i mean is -- ' he hovers in the doorway nervously, his good leg tapping nervously. he picks at a loose thread on his sleeve. he takes a moment to steel himself, and catch his breath. stammering it out would do no good.

' i know one for all is fading. soon, i'll be quirkless again. i know i won't be able to keep up with the rest of the class the way i used to be able to. but i'm asking-- i'm formally requesting-- ' another pause. just spit it out, izuku.

' i'm asking if i could stay in the hero course. please. '

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[keshimasu]

what an absolute clusterfuck. shouta's never been a religious person but he'd thanked the gods several times over, only due to medication high if pressed, that somehow they hadn't lost students. either they'd been incredibly lucky or more likely full fledged heroes had sacrificed themselves to save a kid. midnight had. too many casualties to name even before counting civilians. more retired or too damaged to continue working. it wouldn't surprise him if a number of students never came back. seasoned pros had gone through more mass death than even the worst previous villain attacks combined and been unable to face what remained- the impact on youth would be doubled.

ever irritated dull eyes watch the still a teenager but not really not after all that. something loosens minutely in his chest at seeing the same mannerisms from day one. at least that hadn't changed. only midoriya would look death in the face over and over and still fumble talking to a teacher. maybe if the kid looked at just the right time, he'd catch the subtle fondness that flicked over aizawa's face. only for a moment of course.

he'd seen this coming and dreaded it. would wonder until the day he died if there wasn't more that could have been done for this ninth generation. a child, really, who never should have had such a thing put on too young shoulders. midoriya had been failed by the people who were supposed to protect him for near his entire life. aizawa would take his bitter fury at all might over this to the grave. knows intimately well that what ifs are useless, a waste of energy but they still rattle around his skull at night trying to see where he could have been better. maybe if they'd been more then the boy who wanted to be a hero so badly could have kept a once in a lifetime quirk.

" why? " the question is bland in comparison to intensity in dark gaze that has nothing to do with activating erasure. a judgement of character, motive, not unlike when they'd first met. " you said it yourself. you won't be able to keep up. all might's. . .suit was clever but unless you're planning on getting one for yourself, i don't see what you'd get out of continuing hero course training. you're an exceptionally smart kid, anyway, izuku. i'm sure you could ask nezu for a diploma right now and he'd give you one."

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. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... roleplay crime sentence starters, based on CRIME FILMS. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, organized crimes. trigger warning: blood, murder.

I don't know, I just had to get out of there.

We're having a party. Want to come?

You know, I could be in a whole lot of trouble.

It was foolish of me to start down alone in the dark.

It's like being buried alive.

Don't worry. I can always scream for help.

You wouldn't happen to know why [he/she/they] did it, would you?

Don't you ever stop to take a breath?

I'm afraid I've never seen you before, believe me, I'd remember.

I think the entire building's gone mad.

I've never understood why most people will do things in the dark that they'd never think of doing in the light.

I'm beginning to wish I were that friend of yours.

I am tired. Couldn't we stop and rest a minute?

One of us should have counted the steps. Maybe we'd qualify for the Olympics.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Dead? Who is it, do you know?

Haven't seen much of you lately.

Hey! What are you doin' here? I knew it was you.

I know you you're the only person who can say my name without makin' it sound like a joke.

Don't these things just kill you?

I wonder if you'd have a few minutes you could spare?

I don't keep a lot of cash around!

I know it's supposed to be fixed, but so is everything else.

This is the only place left where you can tell for sure who the bad guys are.

Where have you been? I'm beginning to wonder.

I wish you'd stop looking as if I'm supposed to know what you're talking about.

I can't just leave the country! I have a job. They'll ask questions!

Now, look. No questions…

We don't want you to miss any of the action here.

I have no idea what the police think!

I'm sure I would have been the first to know about this.

You've got to give [him/her/them] a chance. No one else seemed to care!

I was just trying to call you, but the phone was disconnected or something.

I heard you wouldn't be here at all for a few days.

I didn't know what time you'd be leaving.

Tell me, how many more of these questions do I have to answer?

Someone threatened to kill me unless I left the country!

Oops. There, you've done it. Don't you want to play by the rules?

Listen, all I know is that somebody's trying to kill me.

Forget it. Forget the whole thing!

Why did you run away from me?

You're still frightening me, [name]. What's going on?

Are you following me? What did the police say?

I don't need my head examined, [name].

Have you got something to tell me?

I don't usually make that mistake.

I really don't know you. I wish you'd believe that.

Why did you agree to see me, then?

I want to know whether or not I'm insane.

Do you know that difference? Between right and wrong?

Are you going to tell me why you doubt your own rationality?

I think you'd better tell me something about yourself.

Why are you afraid of questions?

You don't know what you were doing two years ago?

There is no such thing as the sort of amnesia you describe. There never has been, and there never will be!

Don't you want to hear about it first?

I think you better keep it. The deal's off.

I been trying to decide whether you're lying or you're just crazy.

I've been completely alone. Eating alone, spending my nights alone and I never questioned it. Not once.

I got a sneaky feeling, even if I don't do anything, I'll still earn it.

Take a look. My whole life's in there. It's so empty.

You could at least look like you believe me!

You don't even talk like a detective.

What if someone wants you playin' this thing all alone without any help?

What's the name of that place?

I'm beginning to wish I had a gun.

What do you think happened to [him/her/them]?

I don't know? What do you think I hired you for?

What do you think that means?

You know, every time I decide you're sane, you come up with something like that.

You don't look very surprised.

Now what do we do now?

What do you think would happen if you told me something?

People don't belong to people, [name].

[He/She/They] are taking a chance…on keeping you alive a little longer.

What will you do for me then, when the shooting starts?

Look, what good will it be knowing that if you're dead?

Is this any different from being dead!?

Isn't temper an awful thing?

Better take this. You might need it.

You said you were the same as dead. But you're not!

The police are coming! That's why I came up!

There was nothing I could do to stop it!

I should have known what [he/she/they] wanted to do.

I was worried when you didn't call.

Well, you better start practicing some happy unemployment jokes.

You don't really want to remember anything, do you?

I'm beginning to think you're all alone for a reason.

Listen forget what I said. It's been a day. Let's talk it over in the morning.

How many times have you been here?

You're something of a perfectionist.

You wanted me to commit first, without promises.

Do you really think that keeping me alive will help buy back your soul?

Don't you know why I'm here, [name]?

How can I make any promises when I don't even know who I am?

You'll be dead before you hit the bottom.

You didn't grow old in this business and taking those kind of chances.

You deserved better. You don't have to worry about me.

Killing isn't my job. There are plenty of people to do that.

There's no one to help you. No one you can talk to.

Didn't I make it clear that I never wanted to see you again?

Why do you go on asking me these stupid questions!?

You don't really want to remember anything, do you?

You're not sick, You've been bruised.

If you have the courage to face that thing that made you forget. Whatever it is, I don't want to know about it.

It's too bad you missed the funeral.

Isn't that why you killed [him/her/them]?

No. I couldn't have done anything to [him/her/them]!

For God's sake, [name], what are you doing?

You were right. I had nowhere else to go.

I think I've found what we've been looking for...

Violence is something new to you, isn't it?

I didn't know how to handle something like this.

Fuck you, you killed [him/her/them]!

Whatever happened to human beings?

Do they look like human beings? They are just statistics.

I won't let you have this, [name]!

At least I'll know why I'm being murdered.

For once in your life, you've chosen the wrong side!

I…don't know anything about killing, [name].

One phone call, and it'll be too late.

Do you know… why it happened?