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Helping Husband!Hizashi Yamada get into his leather slacks
“Help! My booty is too big!”
Hizashi’s yell echoed through the house, such a poetic statement causing your head to automatically whip back. You stood in the kitchen, staring at the bedroom door with such confusion one might think a ufo just landed. “What?” You shouted back, abandoning the half-made bento box on the counter.
You edged toward the bedroom, pushing the door open to peer around it only to see your husband awkwardly standing with his slacks halfway up his thighs. The sight was ridiculous, a fully grown man awkwardly tangled in leather. You immediately broke, cackles filling the room. Hizashi stared at you blankly, a small frown on his lips.
“Fine!” He huffed “Just laugh at me instead of helping.” the loud blonde tugged at the waistband, you walked over, still cackling. “This is your fault y’know, you keep feeding me.”
Wrapping your hands around his waist, you asked “Where’s the baby powder? Maybe that will help them slide over these glutes.” Your hand traveled down his back, squeezing his butt. Hizashi cracked a small grin, pointing behind you at your vanity. You untangled yourself, grabbing the bottle and gesturing with your finger that he turned around. “Damn!” You couldn’t help yourself, really.
“Like what you see?” He spun his head to look back at you, shaking his hips a little. You giggled aloud, nodding.
You shook out some of the powder onto your hands. “Hell yeah I do.” Squatting down you dusted up his thighs right up to the leg of his boxers, patting his butt twice with your hand to signal you were done, accidentally leaving a handprint on the fabric. “Pull” You stated, palming more powder as he tugged up the leather.
You swore the man's booty actually jiggled as he pulled it into his slacks, the material hugging at his legs in a perfect manner. You whistled, landing a harsh smack! On the muscle, grinning wickedly to yourself. Hizashi spun on his heel, staring down at you as he did the series of buttons on his fly. You looked up, lips pouted.
“You’re ridiculous.” He smiled.
Squinting, you giggled. “I know you love it.”
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Diary entry: big booty mic
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Ok ok im NOOOTTTT apart of the MHA fandom and i do NOOOTTTT want to be...however, due to my current obsession with present mic I have noticed something especially within the erasermic community
(Disclaimer, i do ship erasermic and I love it very much so I am in no way coming after that ship)
I have noticed a neiche of erasermic shippers that try and debate who is the "responsible" one in their hypothetical relationship (let's be real here guys, it's not cannon.)
Most people argue that its Aizawa, due to his more serious nature compared to Mics more SEEMINGLY carefree attitudes and humorous demeanour.
On the other hand some people argue its Mic, due to how Mic has 3 job roles (Teacher, radio host and pro hero, and I guess it could be 4 if you count the school announcer) compared to how Aizawa gets extremely tiered by again, SEEMINNGGLLYY doing less.
I disagree with both. Why can't people see that BOTH characters are HIGHLY RESPONSIBLE 30 YEAR OLD ADULTS WITH TOUGH AND DEMANDING JOBS? BOTH are capable pro hero's AND teachers. Mic CHOOSES to do the other roles as they are his passions and Aizawa is often seen going above and beyond as his role as a homeroom teacher (p.s it was revealed on Aizawas teacher report that despite the fact he may appear sleepy, hes NEVER been late to school!!). They are their own individuals! Capable of providing for themselves! I hate this shipping stereotype of one person needing to be more reliant on the other or needing to be provided for, being dependent on someone does not mean your compatable! It could lead to toxic or even abusive relationships!
I think the healthiest ships are usually the ones where both sides have their own separate lives, and especially in a ship like erasermic this is even more important. They need their own spaces and time apart, lots of other real relationships require this too!
In short, I dont like the idea of one fully grown adult man needing to be "responsible" for the other, when both parties have clearly displayed that they are very much capable of being responsible for themselves.
So I seen these arts on Pinterest and it had me thinking..What if present mic/ Hizashi Yamada was Blasian?! So I decided to design him randomly at 2:00 am a few nights ago and he’s finally done!!✨⚡️ I wanted to make his hair still seem crazy cuz of his quirk🥲
⚡️✨I even made this little gif with him!✨⚡️⭐️:3
If anyone wants to see any more of him, I will gladly draw more!!✨⚡️💛 Oh! I’m even thinking of making another Aizawa design to go with this present mic! Any tips/suggestions?!✨⚡️
Oh! And random song that reminds me of EraserMic!!✨⚡️🥲🥲🥲
Sorry for this delirium of mine that has been following me for a while now and which needed to take shape…
I am originally from and currently live in Southern Italy (not in Naples, but very close) and I imagined that no place better than Naples could be so inclusive and an incredibly intense learning ground for young heroes, and their teachers!
I'd also like to talk about all the Italian traditions and contradictions that not everyone knows about, beyond the usual stereotypes! My idea is to culturally adapt the characters, not just move them around! Who knows, maybe something interesting and entertaining will come out of it…
This is just a "clip", but expect more!
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The Café tradition in Naples
The naples UA will certainly also have an internal café where professors can enjoy themselves during their work breaks, as often happens in large offices, but very often colleagues meet at a café on the street (or just outside the office) to have breakfast together before actually starting work.
In any Italian city, there are countless bars serving espresso, cappuccino, croissants, sandwiches, pizzas… whatever you want to eat or drink. It's a bit difficult to find an international translation for "Italian bar," because our establishments also serve alcohol, unlike the rest of the world. In this case, I'll use the term "café."
They have tables inside, or even outside on the sidewalk, sometimes even in the middle of the street (whether this is legal or not depends…).
Traditionally, however, coffee is ordered at the counter.
Going from central Italy to the north, the custom at the café is to pay for your drink and then go to the counter to ask for it. In the south, it's a little different. You find space at the counter, order everything, consume it, and then pay at the cashier. It's different if you're with someone… because once you've ordered something, there's a competition to see who pays, and then offers it to others. Tipping at the counter is optional (often people leave cents or a small amount in a bowl at the counter, but it's not mandatory).
Café are also often places where you can also find a tobacconist, where you can buy cigarettes and other products, a counter to play lottery tickets, and buy scratch cards.
In Naples, there are historic café that are marvels of architecture and decoration (like the famous Bar Gambrinus), or incredibly shady dives in the dark alleys of less frequented neighborhoods.
Choosing your favorite café is often a matter of luck or proximity. All café serve more or less the same things, but the differentiating factor could be a friendly barista, a preferred brand of coffee (there are plenty in Italy!), maybe it's a quieter place, maybe it's a nicer place… let's just say that every bar tries to specialize in something or attract a certain type of customer. Of course, even if a city like Naples is full of café, it's unlikely they'll truly compete, even if they open just a few meters from each other!
Speaking of our professors now…
The first one I think is a regular café frequenter is, obviously, Aizawa. He can't exist without his unsweetened espresso (I'll dedicate a separate post to Aizawa on espresso etiquette!). Since he's certainly picky about the taste of his coffee (freshly roasted Kimbo brand), he's found a café where they serve it perfectly, just the way he likes it. A quiet spot, close to school, a small, discreet place, where he can start his morning in peace without the risk of bumping into the students gorging on drinks at the café before heading to school…
This happened the first few weeks of school, until Kayama and Yamada decided to investigate why he never arrived early to do "PR" with the other teachers.
They discovered his café, and from that day on, they've been waiting for him to have breakfast with them, whether Aizawa wants it or not.
Nemuri and Hizashi are those people who are super social even in the early morning, even with three hours of sleep each. They love talking, catching up, and gossiping (it's a must in Naples), things that Shouta obviously has to passively endure every morning…
Except he hasn't yet found another place where they make coffee as good as that café fairly close to school, so for now he has to put up with them…
Every morning they always order the same things:
Kayama has a soy cappuccino, with a vegan honey croissant (if they don't have one, he has no problem ordering anything else)
Aizawa has his black coffee, without sugar, with a curly sfogliatella (a typical Neapolitan breakfast pastry with a crispy puff pastry exterior and a cream and candied fruit interior)
Yamada, on the other hand, opts for a savory breakfast, gorges on a ham and cheese sandwich and a long American coffee.
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Sorry for the long post! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm hoping for comments from Italians and non-Italians about this silly idea! I'm glad I shared it with you!
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Bonus Pic! La Sfogliatella Napoletana!
When I was little I didn't like it, but now every time I go to Naples I ask for my sfogliatella! <3
I haven't finished this yet, but I wanted to share it anyway
My concept was to visualize how I see and feel the connection within this trio
Hizashi, as a public figure, obviously has pre-programmed cliches that he plays on autopilot, selecting and switching out tapes. He plays them for others, but he doesn't really have a 'tape' of his own, or perhaps he just has no one to play it for. It’s too painful for him to rewatch his memories of Oboro, which is why the tape containing this crucial person stays with Aizawa
Aizawa is the steadfast keeper of that single tape, deeply bound by the weight of this memory. His capture scarf is almost always with him, essentially becoming the personification of that cloudy film reel. He accepted this as a part of himself a long time ago, turning the memory into his anchor and compass
Yamada himself would be too terrified to look back and play something like this on his own; it's vital for him to stay afloat due to his media presence and his anger issues. Shota serves as the perfect counterweight here, providing him with a grounding, stable presence.
Oboro is featured here as a silhouette, elusive and completely recognizable. He only comes into existence while the tape is rolling
For the memory to actually play, you need Hizashi’s cassette player and Aizawa’s tape—only then does the blurred image of their past come alive.
I’d love to flesh out this concept and draw more of it, but I don't have the capacity right now. If you like this idea or want to use it, please tag/credit me as the author 🙏
I also wanted to drop all the sketches I've been too nervous to post until now
I’ve been wanting to share these sketches and headcanons for a while now. Things have been really heavy for me lately, and throwing myself into my work is the only thing that makes sense right now. If you have a moment and feel like it, I’d love to hear what my art evokes in you. It would really help me out right now. Thank you so much in advance 🙏
