Hello everyone and welcome to the first year of Eraser Week!!
Eraser Week will be a week-long, unmoderated event where individuals (you!) create content related to our beloved 1A homeroom teacher: Aizawa Shouta!!
Rules
Tag any NSFW appropriately!! In general, please tag your works correctly!!
You must write at least one prompt per day to officially "complete" the week!!
No AI Generated "work"/content
General common decency/sense (no plagiarism, insulting others' work, etc) apply!! If I catch any of y'all being assholes, you will be banned from the event... don't test me.
FAQ
1) When will the event be running?
From October 13th to October 19th!!
2) Do we have to include Aizawa?
... Yes?!
3) Can I post early?
You may, but works can only be added to the collection from October 1st!! Additionally, works will only be reblogged on the week of the event!!
4) Can I combine prompts/Do I have to do all of the given prompts?
You absolutely can combine prompts!! And no, you don't have to do all of the prompts on the given day. However, you must fill in at least one prompt each day to officially "complete" the week!!
5) Can I write anything NSFW (Gore, Sexual Content, Etc)?
Of course!! Just be sure to tag everything appropriately!!
6) Does it have to be fanfic, or can I draw/do other media instead?
Nope, it isn't just fanfiction!! Use whatever creative media your heart desires!!
7) Do I have to post to the collection?
If you'd rather not/can't post to the ao3 collection, you're more than welcome to post solely on Tumblr!!
8) Can I include other prompts from other events/cross-post?
Yes!! Events like Whumptober, or anything like that, you can absolutely include!!
Final Notes
Please tag your posts with #eraserweek25 or #eraserweek otherwise I won't be able to see it, nor reblog!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt List
13th:
Canon Divergence
Found Family
“Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see,” (Self-Sabotage, Waterparks)
14th:
Cats
Platonic Soulmates
“Going back to the corner where I first saw you. Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move.” (The Man Who Can’t Be Moved, The Script)
15th:
Grief/Mourning
Sick Fic
“If you speak, then I would move. Then I would run right where you are.” (At The Beach, In Every Life, Gigi Perez)
16th:
AU/Alternate Universe
Patrol/Mission
“Let down and hanging around.” (Let Down, Radiohead)
17th:
Tooth-rotting Fluff
Stars
“I just want you to know who I am.” (Iris, Goo Goo Dolls)
18th:
PTSD/Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Hurt/Comfort
“I’m not okay (I promise).” (I’m not Okay (I promise), MCR)
I thought of a concept where All Might became, if not a father, then a father figure to teenage Aizawa. They would be so stupid... Yagi does something loud and Aizawa sighs sadly but joins in because WELL, IT'S ALL MIGHT..AND DAD....
Things in the Aizawa-Yamada household were…always interesting. There was never a dull moment. And there was no better time to be there than right away in the morning. Aizawa wanted nothing more than to catch another few minutes of sleep after a long night of patrolling. Coming in at three in the morning was never pleasant, but it meant another four hours of sleep before having to get up with the kids.
“Shota…” But that was never how it went. Instead, he had his own personal alarm clock. And said alarm clock was lucky he was cute or he would’ve been pushed off the balcony, “Wake up, baby. It’s another day where we need to go shape the young minds of tomorrow.”
“Fuck off, Hizashi,” Aizawa rolled over, nestling down in the blankets, “I’m not going in this morning. Cover for me. I’ll deal with Nezu later.”
“Nope,” Present Mic grabbed him by his ankles and started pulling him out of bed. This was why they kept a ramp at the edge of the bed. Sure, Aizawa would say it was meant for the cats, but that was a lie. It was to keep Mic from hitting Aizawa’s head on the floor in the mornings, “Come on. We need to go to work and I am not covering 1A. Fuuuuuuuuck that. Teaching them for an hour is plenty. Tell you what I will do, though. I won’t get you ready for work and I’ll go wake one of the kids. Deal?”
“You spoil me…” Aizawa didn’t want to get up, but he knew he had a cozy sleeping bag under his desk. And a class representative that was more than happy to cover for him, “I’ll take the harder one.”
“And you say I spoil you,” Mic snuck a little kiss onto Aizawa’s cheek and headed out down the hall.
And Aizawa wasn’t too far behind him. He pushed himself off the ramp and one of the three cats off himself and gently knocked on the door. Sure enough, there she was. A sweet little angel that painfully took after her adoptive father. Aizawa didn’t want to do it. He couldn’t wake her up. She was too sweet, too pure. And he didn’t know what kind of night of sleep she had. He wasn’t home. He was home just long enough to put her to bed, but after that? He had to go. Still, she had class just as much as everyone else in the house.
“Eri…” Aizawa sat on the edge of her bed, giving her a little nudge, “Wake up, baby girl. We need to get you to school.”
“Mmm…” Eri didn’t wake up. Instead, she crawled into Aizawa’s lap. And instead of forcing her to wake up, Aizawa wrapped her up in his scarf and held her against his chest just a little longer.
“I know,” Aizawa bounced her a bit, “But you need to wake up. You need to get to school, see your teachers, your friends. Be a little social. If you don’t, you turn out like me and you really don’t want that.”
“Why not?” Eri cuddled into Aizawa’s shoulder, not wanting to be anywhere else. After the Shie Hassaikai raid, Eri stuck to Aizawa like glue. Which made it even easier for them to find a proper placement for her. She wasn’t leaving Aizawa. And Aizawa certainly wasn’t leaving her. That was his girl and he would die for her.
“Just trust me on that one,” Aizawa hugged her a little tighter, “Come on. Wake up or I’m dropping you.”
“You wouldn’t drop me,” Eri knew better. Even in her lethargic state, she knew Aizawa would never drop her.
“Would I, though?” Aizawa slowly loosened his grip, peeling his scarf off her tiny frame.
“Of course not,” Eri sighed out, slowly drifting back to sleep with a little smile on her face.
“I think I might,” Aizawa let Eri slip a little further down, “You’re getting so big, Eri. I think I will drop you.”
And sure enough, Aizawa dropped Eri onto her bed, earning a little giggle out of her, “Daddy! You said you wouldn’t drop me!”
“Well, that’s not my fault,” Aizawa argued, “You’re getting to be such a big girl. How dare you grow?”
“I’m supposed to grow,” Eri rolled her eyes, already done with him.
“I know, sweetheart,” Aizawa gave her a little nudge toward the door, “Go on. Go get ready for school.”
“Ok,” Eri went to her closet and grabbed her uniform.
But then, a familiar and painful smell filled the air. Aizawa knew it all too well. Even fell victim to it a time or two. Mostly when it was staff photo day, but he knew the smell. That didn’t mean he liked it. However, it could only mean one thing. Since Mic got the easy kid, Mic got the easy kid. Son of a bitch, Hizashi. The kid just woke up. Then again, it was the only way Aizawa differed from his protégé.
“Hitoshi,” Aizawa banged his fist on the bathroom door, “Turn the goddamn fan on!”
“Sorry, Dad!” the exhaust fan in the bathroom started running.
“Swear to Christ…” Aizawa rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. And realized Mic wasn’t in the living room like he thought he’d be. Which only meant one other thing. Aizawa went back to the bathroom, horrified to open the door, “Hitoshi?”
“Yeah?”
“Is Pops in there, too?”
“Someone has to catch the excess!” Mic chirped.
“You two are fucking hopeless…” Aizawa wasn’t going to question it. He could be doing worse. He could be on drugs. He could be spending his money on weed instead of hairspray…God, why couldn’t he just be smoking weed?
“Daddy…” Eri came toddling out of her room all dressed, “I need the bathroom.”
“I know you do, baby,” Aizawa pulled Eri into his lap, “But unfortunately, your other father and your brother have taken over the bathroom and they’ve made it inhabitable.”
“But…” Eri twitched, “I have to go potty.”
“Alright,” Aizawa had a plan. Fortunately, in their building, they weren’t living there alone, “Come on. We’re going to go down the hall. Hizashi!”
“What?” Mic stuck his head out the bathroom door, his hair only half finished.
“Eri and I are going down the hall,” Aizawa told him, “We’ll be right back.”
“Okie dokie,” Mic let the go, “Send my love.”
“Will do,” Aizawa took Eri’s hand and the two of them left their own apartment for another, “You want to knock or should I?”
“You knock,” Eri insisted.
“Alright,” Aizawa knocked on the door down the hall.
“Shota!” a sweet, yet sultry voice answered the door before she got down to Eri’s level, “And you bring me my precious little niece, too. Hi, Eri!”
“Hi, Auntie Nemi,” Eri hugged her tight, “I need to potty. Excuse me!”
And like a bullet out of a gun, Eri went running for Midnight’s bathroom. She had to pee and she had to pee pronto. Midnight let out a sweet little laugh, “Love you, too, sweetie. Hi, Shota.”
“Hey, Nem,” Aizawa leaned against her doorjamb.
“Late night, hon?” Midnight checked him over, “You look like shit.”
“Always a pleasure, Nemuri,” Aizawa groaned, “Tell me you have coffee made.”
“Of course,” Midnight invited Aizawa into her apartment and got a cup for him.
“Bless you…”
“So,” Midnight wondered, “Is there any particular reason why Eri’s in my bathroom?”
“Because,” Aizawa held his face in his hands, “Hizashi and Hitoshi decided to hole up in the bathroom this morning and I swear to all things holy, those two are solely responsible for the hole in the ozone layer.”
“And,” Midnight slid Aizawa’s coffee across the counter, “How many cans of hairspray do those two go through in a week?”
“At least three,” Aizawa let that first sip run all the way to his toes, “And this is why I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Midnight kissed his cheek, “It’s a damn good thing I moved in next to you guys.”
“I’m glad we’re all within spitting distance of each other,” Aizawa sighed out.
“Me, too,” Midnight smiled, “Speaking of being within spitting distance…”
“Auntie Nemi,” Eri came out of the bathroom. That happened to be connected to Midnight’s bedroom, “Why is there someone sleeping in your bed?”
“Because,” Midnight explained, “I had a friend come over last night and he has yet to leave.”
“You’re nothing if not the epitome of class, Nem,” Aizawa rolled his eyes, but he knew Midnight never meant any harm with it. Nor did her friend. They liked to have their occasional fling, too.
“Sue me,” Midnight shrugged, “I’m a girl with needs, too.”
“I’m not faulting you for it,” Aizawa backed off, “Just maybe don’t rub your lifestyle in our faces.”
“Are you serious?” Midnight groaned, “Are we really going to play that card? Because I’m pretty sure you know my lifestyle. You know I don’t rub that in your face. And what? You and Zashi are so sweet and pure and chaste? Because you’ve never sent the kids down here for the sake of you and Hizashi having an evening to yourselves?”
“I was making a joke, Nemuri,” Aizawa settled her, “Chill a little.”
“Why is everyone yelling…?” A man came stumbling out of Midnight’s bedroom, his half dark purple and half light blue hair a tousled mess. At this point, everyone was just lucky he had pants on. He leaned over and left a little kiss on Midnight’s cheek, “Morning, Nem.”
“Good morning…” And Midnight just melted inside.
But then, that same kiss ended up on Aizawa’s cheek, too, “Morning, Sho.”
“You really are the worst,” Aizawa blushed a bit, “Aren’t you, Oboro?”
“But at least I’m cute,” Oboro shrugged him off before taking a seat on Midnight’s couch, “I thought I heard my girl here, too.”
“Hi, Uncle Oboro!” Eri hugged him tight.
“Shit…” Aizawa caught a glimpse of the clock, “Is it really that late?”
“Yeah,” Midnight nodded, “Oboro, we need to get going, babe.”
“I know,” Oboro groaned, “Coffee?”
“Alright got you some,” Midnight promised.
“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Oboro pushed himself up from the couch, “You know what today is, right, Eri?”
“You start as my teacher today!” Eri had been marking those days down on the calendar for months. She couldn’t wait to have her Uncle Oboro be her teacher.
And Aizawa scooped her up in his arms, “Come on, kid. I’m sure Pops and Toshi are out of the bathroom by now.”
“See you at the office, Shota,” Midnight waved them both off.
And Aizawa couldn’t help but feel warm inside. He had his daughter on his hip, his two best friends down the hall, his pain in the ass son and even bigger pain in the ass husband destroying the atmosphere and being the sole responsibility for global warming. What more could he ever want?
Every year since he left, Shouta had always managed to get hurt in such a serious way that Naoki had to step in to get him help so the man didn't die. It took fourteen years, but Shouta finally caught him.
Rated: Teen & Up - WC: 1.6k - Archive: Graphic Depictions of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply
Written for Day 6 of @eraserweek: PTSD/Post Traumatic Stress Disorder | Hurt/Comfort | “I’m not okay (I promise).” (I’m not Okay (I promise), MCR)
