#burrito asks

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

Eri as the flower girl for EraserMics wedding? She gets nervous in front of everybody so dadzawa to the rescue

Eri stood by the large white doors, recognizing the beginning of the music from some movies she had watched with Yamada during “sappy” wedding scenes. She didn’t quite understand what “sappy” meant, but she trusted Aizawa enough to take his word for it when he had unenthusiastically sighed through the scenes, rolling his eyes as Yamada fought back tears.

She fidgeted with the flower basket she was holding, peeking past the door as the music continued. This was her cue. She should be walking down the carpet, tossing flowers around as she made her entrance.

But she could already feel the eyes of the entire crowd on her despite remaining glued to her current spot. She tried to spot Deku or Lemillion to no avail. She began to feel dizzy, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she trembled in nervousness. She knew that she had missed her entrance. She had one simple job. It would have made Aizawa and Yamada so happy, but she couldn’t find the courage to walk out to the eyes that would be lingering on her every move. They had rehearsed this before, but this time she felt alone and afraid, the long walkway seemingly spanned for miles.

You’re a mistake.

You know the consequences of disobedience.

“Eri-chan, is everything okay?”

Eri blinked, sniffing as she watched Aizawa squat down to her level. The man looked so different with his hair gelled back, his hero jumpsuit traded out for a fancy black suit and tie, but his gentle voice remained the same.

She shook her head, staring down at her blue dress and white shoes. Her ears grew red as she prepared herself to be berated for being unable to perform her role correctly.

“Hey, if you can’t do this, it’s fine,” Aizawa huffed, his face softening as he took one of the flowers out of the basket to place in Eri’s neatly combed hair.

“... ‘m scared...”

“Me too.”

Eri’s eyes widened at the unexpected confession.

“I’m not good with being the center of attention,” Aizawa said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And after today, things will be different even though everything’s really still the same... I suppose that doesn’t really make any sense. I guess I’m just nervous, even though it’s irrational.”

Eri didn’t miss how Aizawa’s eyes flicked over to glance at Yamada who was waiting patiently for the both of them to reach the podium, a rare smile twitching at the edges of his lips.

Even heroes can get nervous too, Eri thought. Even Aizawa, the one person who always seemed to remain calm and impassive.

“Can we go together?” Eri settled on asking, reaching out her hand to gently hold Aizawa’s. She felt a reassuring squeeze as Aizawa nodded, standing back up with her small hand still in his grasp.

Even after living at UA for a year, Eri still found a lot of things scary, small things that reminded her of the life she had before, things like dark hallways, unfamiliar faces, loud explosions.

But walking down the wedding aisle with Aizawa holding her hand, overall, it wasn’t too scary.

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

Short writing prompt: Erasermic trying to help Eri discover her interests since she never had the chance to do that before. What she ends up landing on surprises all involved.

Aizawa yawned, his slippers scraping the carpeted floor as he made his way over to the student dorms to pick up Eri. It had become a routine for the kids to “steal” Eri over to their building on Saturday nights. Their antics ranged from quiet puzzle nights to rowdy pillow fights that would end with Aizawa stopping their boisterous scuffling with his quirk.

He took a sip of tea out of his mug, raising an eyebrow as he heard excited laughing and screaming. Once he made it to the kid’s communal area, he found almost all of them wearing paper hats. An array of colorful origami was strewed across the table, littered with all sorts of animals. Aizawa was mildly impressed with the orange dragon standing on top of a pile of cranes.

“Ah, Aizawa-sensei!” Midoriya greeted. Eri was sitting next to him, a red paper hat decorated her head. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she carefully folded the paper in front of her.

“Oh, I didn’t realize how late it was! Eri-chan, it looks like it’s time to go back with Aizawa-sensei!”

Aizawa gave a curt nod, resisting the urge to smile as he heard Iida rallying his classmates to perform clean up duties.

“Don’t forget to take all the nice stuff you folded!” Midoriya reminded. Aizawa was surprised to see the kid gather a few paper cranes, hats, a frog, and even the dragon that had caught his eye earlier.

Eri mumbled a soft “Thank you, Deku-san” and scurried over to Aizawa, staring up at him with large expectant eyes. Her hands were full with her various crafts.

“Did you make all of this?” Aizawa said, stunned as Eri nodded.

“Deku-san and Momo-san taught me how.”

“We’ll find a place to put them in your room,” Aizawa said, patting her on the head, carefully as to not tip over her paper hat. He didn’t miss how she seemed to fidget by his side, glancing between him and the various origami pieces in her arms during their short walk.

Once they made it back to Eri’s room, Aizawa helped arrange her origami pieces on her dresser. As he made sure the dragon was standing up straight, he suddenly felt something being placed on his head. His hand instinctively touched the offensive object, discovering that it had been one of the paper hats in Eri’s stash. He stared at Eri who handed him another yellow hat.

“I made the black one for you. I hope that’s okay,” Eri said, playing with the edges of the yellow hat. “And this one, can you give it to Mic-san?”

Aizawa huffed, nodding as he gingerly took the craft from the small girl.

“You know, you’re going to have to make hats for all of the teachers now or else they’ll feel left out.”

Eri smiled, furiously nodding her head. After making plans to help her tomorrow night and tucking her into bed, Aizawa made his way to Yamada’s dorm, knocking on his door. When Yamada answered the door, Aizawa rolled his eyes as his eyes lit up in pure joy at seeing him wearing a black origami hat.

“Here, put this on. Eri made it for you.” Aizawa shoved the yellow one into his hands, smirking as Mic excitedly placed it on his head.

He didn’t fight back when Yamada “forced” him to take a selfie with him.

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

Eri is obsessed with a very repetitive song (think Baby shark). Mic is trying not to show how much it's driving him mad. Shouta doesn't seem affected at all. :D

B a b y S h a r k Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo

Hizashi loved Eri and he loved music, but he regretted introducing the both of them to each other. At first it had been adorable to see Eri’s face light up when seeing little cartoon figures dance together with sharks. He had loved watching Eri learn the dance moves, secretly recording her while she showed Shouta the dance routine.

But the song had quickly become an annoying ear worm that would play through his head at three in the morning or when he woke up to make coffee or sometimes even when he decided to get frisky with Shouta. Needless to say, it put quite the damper on the bedroom mood when he suddenly started hearing the tune while kissing his husband.

Hizashi had tried suggesting other songs to Eri and of course, sweet well-behaved Eri always listened to him so she would switch up the songs. But he could tell she enjoyed this one incessant baby shark song more than anything else.

The one time he managed to get the song out of his head was when he hosted his radio show. His various playlists, guest speakers, and interviews would get his mind off of mommy shark and daddy shark.

That was until he received a call from a familiar voice.

“Good evening, my wonderful listener and thank you for tuning in with me on ‘Put Your Hands Up Radio’! You’re our lucky caller and get to decide the closing song for tonight! What would you like me to play for you?!”

There was some shuffling and a low voice that he would remember anywhere on the other end muttering what he assumed was words of encouragement.

“Um, good evening! Thanks for taking my call. Mr. Aizawa told me to tell Mr. DJ to share my favorite song with everyone,” Eri’s voice faltered as she seemed stage shy.

Hizashi was both excited that she was listening to his radio show and also mortified since he knew exactly what she was going to ask for.

“C-could you play ‘Baby Shark’, please?”

The great DJ Present Mic, the fabulous voice hero was going to finish this segment with a children’s song. He swore he could hear a faint, gruff laugh in the background of the call. At least someone seemed to be enjoying his suffering.

“Of course, my sweet listener. Thank you to all my listeners for joining me tonight and I’ll speak to you next week!”

As he switched on the song and turned off his mic, he groaned as the catchy tune played through his headphones. Shouta was going to pay for this.

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

imagine: a blond aizawa. everything else is exactly the same but he's blond

That makes me think of in video games how if you face off against the same character, they make color differences to set them apart. Blond Aizawa is his opponent, his evil twin, player 2, COM2.

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

feel free to ignore this if it isn't the sort of prompt you were looking for, but villain eraserhead is the leader of the shie hassaikai. the quirk erasing bullets come from his quirk. he started raising eri out of respect for the previous leader and has genuinely begun to see her as a daughter.

Eri sat quietly at the kitchen table, scribbling with her new crayons that had been given to her by her new caretaker. She glanced at the man who was currently sleeping on the couch, his hair pulled back in a messy bun with a few stray pieces falling over his face.

She cautiously pried herself away from her coloring book, tiptoeing over to the black haired man, her eyes staring at how his forearms were decorated with a new set of bandages. Eri was unable to ignore the guilt that threatened to make her throw up as she recalled how this man (Aizawa if she remembered correctly) had voluntarily told them to experiment with his body to perfect the quirk erasing bullets. In exchange, they weren’t allowed to hurt her anymore.

Because of him, Eri no longer had to endure the torturous hours of being strapped to a chair, her body mutilated all in the name of “dismantling the hero society”. She touched her own scars that have yet to heal on her arms, biting her lip as she traced the rough skin.

She heard a faint rustling sound, a firm hand coming up to pat her head.

“You’re overthinking things again,” Aizawa mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Eri bit her bottom lip, frowning as her small hands gently removed Aizawa’s hand from her head. She stared at the white bandages, her fingers lightly touching the rough material.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, her honest eyes stared at Aizawa’s unreadable face.

“No.”

Liar.

“I wish they wouldn’t hurt you.” She knew her plea meant nothing.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Aizawa repeated, his voice calm and even. “And I won’t let them hurt you either.”

Eri’s fingers continued to wordlessly skim over the bandages. She didn’t understand Aizawa. She didn’t understand what he meant when she heard him talking to the yakuza about things like “changing the current broken system” and “creating a society that doesn’t need heroes”.

But even though the man was a mystery, she still couldn’t help but trust him.

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

I have a pokezawa hc that he has an accidental hoarde of phantump. He can't stand the thought of a spirit of a child that died in the forest feeling so isolated and unloved that they lure other kids into the forest to die too--so he catches them whenever he comes across one so that he can give them a home (& his backyard is full of trevenant now smh) (also phantump are so small and shy and make the cutest little sounds and the thought of him interacting with one is going to kill me!!!!!)

This is the cutest fucking thing I’ve heard all day. But if I may add to this amazing idea, what if Phantump had tried to lure Aizawa away back when he was a kid, but baby Aizawa didn’t really have friends and his parents barely took care of him so the moment he met Phantump, he understood that feeling of isolation and neglect. Instead of getting lured into the forest, he hugs the Phantump and takes it back home. Aizawa keeps an eye on Phantump so that it doesn’t lure other kids away and he takes extra good care of it. They become best friends.

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

different anon but jdnsjsshdh what if... nyan cat

One day Aizawa walks into the kitchen and Eri is sitting at the table, her legs swinging on the edge of the chair as she takes a sip of her orange juice and hums a familiar tune. He slowly turns to face her, his brain trying to process if he knows this song or if he’s just dead tired from waking up in the morning.

He makes a cup of coffee while Eri continues to hum the song and he finds himself humming along to it too.

“Nya nya nya nya~” Eri sings as Aizawa smiles.

Mic comes running into the kitchen and yells, “NO. NO MORE MEME WORTHY SONGS IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. THE NEXT PERSON WHO SINGS THEM WILL BE PUT ON THE FRONT PORCH.”

Aizawa nonchalantly takes a sip out of his coffee, meeting Eri’s brightly lit eyes as they nod in agreement.

They both softly whisper, “Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo~”

“OUT!!”

Aizawa walks out hand in hand with Eri as they’re banished to the porch to continue humming their catchy songs for the rest of the morning.

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If you want to read the previous prompt to this one, click here. :)

[burrito-aizawa-sensei]

About your recent reblog concerning Aizawa's knife.... I've never seen it outside the incidents mentioned. Usually he only has his belt pouches with no holster for the knife in the back. This makes me think that there is a high possibility that most (if not all) the teachers are never fully "armed" on campus or any other locations the school has under their control. Makes you think if they willingly underarm themselves, or that this is another Hero Commission issue.

I think the knife is just an extra weapon that’s kind of a take it or leave it thing. Like Midnight, I don’t think she carries around her whip everywhere she goes on campus. It’s a good extra weapon to have when she knows battle is inevitable. Same with Aizawa, his capture weapon is his main fighting style so his knife is just an extra precaution.