oh man im so sleepy i cant see straight, but im done!!
Shindeku animation set to the tune of Welcome to My Parents House by NSP (with some emic on the side)
i started yesterday and finished right before midnight!
go me <3
Hizashi: Hey Sho, can you pass me my glasses?
Hizashi: Sho?
Hizashi: Sho, they're like, right in front of you. On the coffee table.
Hizashi: Shouta.
Hizashi: ...are you ignoring me?
Hizashi, pouting: babe, please.
Eri, around the corner: Pay up.
Shinsou, handing over money, still staring at the pile of clothes with a wig Hizashi is talking to: You know what, I'm not even mad. Wow. I didn't think he was that blind.
hizashi, just trying to arrange dinner: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order?
hitoshi: Anchovies and pineapple.
himiko: I like beets!
izuku: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza?
shouta: I’m disowning all of you.
What im thinking is that they got married and decided to go to someone who can create a child with their dna using their quirk (if they want more, they adopt (eri and shinso)). Yn came out as a baby, has Aizawa's eyes and mic's hair. They loved her from first sight. Yn is quiet, but positive. They're more talkative when they know and trust you. When yn is mad, she'll give a glare that proves they're Aizawa's kid. Yn has a combination (most likely), one or the other, or both quirks. Yn has Aizawa's love for cats. When mic is being weird, yn tells Aizawa. When yn hears that they're getting siblings, they celebrated. Yn calls mic papa and Aizawa dad.
aizawa and his husband, hizashi, are dads, having a cozy morning in bed with their daughter. [oneshot]
The bright glow of the morning sun cast a glimmer through the window of the master bedroom in the Aizawa-Yamada residence. Inside, Shota Aizawa slept peacefully on the left side of the bed, where his long hair sprawled across the pillow and his face held a quiet expression that could only be seen when he wasn’t awake. On the right side of the bed, draped across the majority of the bed, Hizashi slept, snoring obnoxiously. The sound had grit on Shota’s nerves when the two had started living together, but over time, he had invested in a decent pair of earplugs and had learned to tune his husband out.
Between them lay their 15-month-old daughter, Shoko, a perfect combination of her two parents with Hizashi’s bright green eyes and Shota’s dark locks. Unbothered by her papa's snoring, she lay turned towards Shota, her small body curled up under the covers and her somewhat parted lips making way for a sliver of drool to drip onto Shota’s shirt. The thought of a small child drooling on him in his sleep might not have been too appealing to Shota a few years back, but since becoming a father, the knowledge that Shoko was there- safe right beside him- mattered far more.
Upon slowly opening his eyes, Hizashi propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at his family asleep beside him. A smile spread across his face as he remembered the night’s debacle- Shota had insisted Shoko should be sleeping in her crib to avoid any kind of dependency at bedtime, but her big, green eyes pleading with him to let her stay just this once had crumbled his husband’s resolve within seconds.
Leaning over carefully to avoid waking the baby, Hizashi pressed a lingering kiss to Shota’s exposed forehead that was met with a halfhearted grunt. Despite being a heavy sleeper, Hizashi could manage to wake Shota fairly easily- a talent he’d learned over their many years of marriage.
Shifting in bed to stretch his neck, Shota shot Hizashi a glare, though it didn’t hold any real heat. Being careful to stay quiet as Shoko slept, he muttered under his breath. “Idiot. You woke me up.”
With his goofy smile still plastered on his face, Hizashi simply reached over to ruffle Shota’s already messy bedhead, earning him another glare and an under-breath grumble. This, however, went ignored by Hizashi, knowing far too well that Shota secretly loved the attention.
“Don’t be such a grouch.” Teased Hizashi, “I know you love my morning kisses~!”
The sentiment was met by an eyeroll from Shota. Though he’d never admit it, he did somewhat like how unapologetically affectionate his husband could be- especially during lazy mornings where neither of them had to rush out the door to work or worry about ungraded essays. Looking down at their daughter between them, Shota almost didn’t want to protest, but old habits died hard.
Rather than outright deny it, though, Shota simply huffed out a quiet “shut up” that was far too weak to be effective before carefully moving Shoko so that she was positioned against his chest. Wrapping his large arms around her small frame, he gently kissed the top of her head as she instinctively snuggled closer to his chest. From across the bed, it was obvious Hizashi was trying his hardest not to snatch up his phone to take a picture right then and there, but he knew it would only disturb the peaceful moment.
After a comfortable silence between the two, Hizashi placed a gentle hand on Shoko’s back, rubbing in small, soothing circles with his thumb to keep her asleep.
“You’re good with her.” The words were spoken quietly- but so very genuinely, and full of pure admiration and love. There had been a lingering fear in the back of Hizashi’s mind when the two had first discussed the possibility of starting a family; despite him being a teacher, he’d worried that Shota’s typically gruff and antisocial demeanor would make him far from an ideal parental figure. However, looking over at the two most important people in his world beside him, the old fears and doubts were now nonexistent as he watched Shota’s small but meaningful acts of love towards their daughter.
Watching as Shoko’s small fists clenched and unclenched against his shirt, Shota didn’t respond immediately. The softness of the moment, the innocence of his child finding so much comfort and trust in him, seemed to have silenced him momentarily. When he finally peeled his eyes from Shoko’s sleeping form, there was a hint of a smile on his face.
“You’re not half bad yourself.”
A small huff of laughter escaped Hizashi, who moved his hand up to smooth out Shoko’s messy hair. “Yeah? Well, we did good.”
