#papamic

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does anyone have any favorite erasermic/dadzawa type fics where hizashi’s personality isn’t all sunshine & rainbows? like where he has actual depth? I’m trying to compile a list for someone and figured I’d ask for any recs!

can also be villain aus as well 🙏🏼

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Hi Im reading ur fanfic called “Trying to Grow Up Without Giving Up” (AND ITS SO GOOD) and I was wondering if u can do a one shot of aizawa starts being overprotective of katsuki after the war and doesn’t let him do anything

HII! I know we messaged about this a little while back and I deeply apologize for taking so long to write it but I was bored tonight and decided to bust out this bad boy! I really hope you like it! I had a lot of fun and there is (surprisingly) very little angst! Enjoy!! (This will eventually be uploaded to AO3 as a part of a one-shot book I am working on as some interludes/AU related to my fic "Trying to Grow Up Without Giving Up")

"Someone Get This Boy Bubble Wrapped - STAT"

Word Count: 1539

“Alright, old man. Kirishima is almost here so I’m leaving,” Katsuki said, tugging on his shoes in the genkan.

“What? Where are you going?” Aizawa stood from his spot on the couch, looking over to his youngest. He was still getting used to the sling settled across his body and the deep-set scar settled on his cheek.

“I told you–we’re checking out the new sushi place in Musufatu. It’s, like, a whole group of us. Shitty Hair, Deku, Sparky, Halfie, Pinky, Turbo, Jirou, Knockoff Spiderman, Yaomomo, Toshit, and anyone else they invited.”

“That’s a lot of you guys…” Shota sounded skeptical, “There’s not gonna be anything crazy going on, right?”

Katsuki shoots him a look that screams ‘are you fucking with me?’ “I literally just told you Glasses was going to be there.”

“All I’m saying is that maybe Papa or I should go, y’know, like a chaperone-”

“It’s not a school sponsored field trip.”

“I know but you kids are still kinda rowdy-”

“Papa! Dad won’t let me go have fun with friends!”

Hizashi poked his head out of the kitchen doorway, “What? Why?”

Shota sighed in defeat and looks at his watch, “Just be home by 7. You and your brother.”

“9!”

“8, and we’ll watch movies when you boys come home.”

Katsuki pouted but it was short-lived when there was a knock on the door and Hitoshi jumped down the last few stairs. “Bye!

“Be safe-”

___

Katsuki was stoked; today was the first day he didn’t have to wear his sling and Recovery Girl said he could participate in some light training (pending teacher approval).

“You can practice strength retraining with your arm but you are not permitted to participate in any hand-to-hand combat,” Aizawa didn’t even look up from the papers he was grading when Katsuki approached him with the training permission slip. The smile immediately fell from his face into a sour pout.

“Why not? I-it’s fine! The old lady did her magic and kissed it or whatever. She said it’s fine!”

“She said resumption of training was subject to teacher approval. And now I’m saying that you can resume training just not hand-to-hand practice. You need to retrain your muscles to match the strength of your ‘good’ arm. Quirk training will also be required; you cannot immediately resume using your quirk without risking at least straining your muscles–you could shatter your bones like Midoriya or dislocate your shoulder (or elbow) or you risk blowing your arm clean off. You’re only looking at me like that because you know I’m right. If you want to keep arguing we can continue at home or during your lunch but right now, Katsuki, I have a class to teach,” He stood from his chair, throwing his glasses onto the cheap wooden desk that was covered in neatly disorganized papers. “Please have a seat.”

Katsuki trudged back to his desk, glaring at Hitoshi as he snickered at him from across the classroom. He’ll pay for that for sure.

___

Today was Friday; one of  Hizashi’s double triple job days and unfortunately, Snipe had the flu, so Shota was on detention duty until 4:30. That meant that Hizashi dropped the boys off at home and peeled out of the driveway before Hitoshi even had the front door unlocked. It was nice to be able to go home for the weekend; it was a long weekend so everyone was leaving the dorms for mandatory cleaning meaning both of their parents would also be home. Though, with their jobs it wouldn’t be much time they would have together tonight, but Saturday-Monday would be relatively good for family time.

Once the boys were inside, Katsuki toed off his shoes and went to feed Zerī before going upstairs to change out of uniform.

*

Hitoshi was slumped on the couch wearing a hoodie and sweats as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone, intermittently dozing. As Katsuki crept down the stairs, a smirk caught the corners of his lips; go-time. As quietly as he was capable of, the blond rounded the banister and dropped to all fours to avoid being spotted. As soon as he was right behind the couch he went to jump up. When he lifted his head, the smirk left his lips when his eyes met violet ones staring at him with lazy amusement.

“Lose something, pom-pom?” To anyone else, Hitoshi would look like he was bored and condescending, to Katsuki, though, the boy was about to bust a gut laughing at him–and that just wouldn’t stand.

“N-no!” The blond stood up quicker than he ever had in his life, “I was coming to kick your ass for laughing at me in class earlier!”

The taller boy just shook his head, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, “Wowww, the Kats I know would never sneak up on someone to have the upper-hand in a fight; maybe all that time off you spent with dad has corrupted you.”

Katsuki went in for the charge, lunging at Hitoshi who had preemptively pushed the coffee table out of the way (How did Katsuki not hear that???). “Fuck you Zombie Boy! I’ll kick you ass without even sneaking up on you!”

The older of the two brothers laughed - HE GIGGLED - at Katsuki!! “Whatever you say, kitty.”

The boys rolled off the couch, Hitoshi landing on his back with a soft thud. They spent several minutes pushing and pulling at each other while throwing weak punches and rolling on the ground. Katsuki was huffing and puffing, cheeks rosy as he let out a yelp when Hitoshi’s hands reached under his armpits – no-

The purple-haired boy hauled his brother up over his shoulder and trotted him around, “What was that, short-stack? Something about ‘kicking my ass’? Hey, stop punching my back, it tickles.”

The absolute nerve- “You bastard,” Katsuki took a breath, “put me down! Fight me like a man!”

“If you say so,” Hitoshi shrugged before dropping Katsuki onto the couch–not hard, the furniture was very plush.

Unfortunately, it was that moment that their dad decided to come home.

“Katsuki!” Shota didn’t even take his shoes off before rushing into the living room, work bag forgotten in front of the door as he scaled the couch and landed next to Hitoshi. “What are you boys doing? Your father and I have told you boys multiple times not to fight inside–or ever! Hitoshi–you know your brother just got approved for training, why the hell would you provoke him? And Katsuki, did we not just have this conversation this morning? Do I need to bench you from training even longer-”

“Dad! Calm down! Take a breath–and you tell me I stress too much…” Hitoshi grasped Shota’s shoulder. “We were playing around! Katsuki is fine, the only thing wounded was his pride; pipsqueak can’t handle losing a fight to his big brother,” the purple-haired boy chuckled and looked down at Katsuki who had sat up on the couch and shot him a glare.

“I’m okay, dad, promise. We were just having fun. I’m tired of being babied over everything since the war. I survived-”

“No you didn’t!” Shota snapped, “I had to watch you die, Katsuki! And I didn’t know if you were going to come back!” He took a breath to school himself, tears collecting in his eyes. “I..I didn’t know if we were going to lose you forever. How was I going to live with myself if I watched my son die while my other kid was off fighting in the same war, unable to know if he was safe too? And my husband an-and my students-” He took another deep breath, looking Katsuki in his eyes. “I’m sorry for being overprotective. But you have to understand; after all you boys had been through before Hizashi and I adopted you, I want more than anything to keep you safe from all the dangers of the world. And I know–I know that going down the hero path, there is no chance of your safety being guaranteed. In my mind, I think that as long as you boys are still at home and in school, I can do everything in my power to keep you safe. And I’m sorry if I’ve been overbearing…”

Both boys stared at their dad as the stoic man sat on the couch with his head down. They couldn’t see it but they knew he was crying. Katsuki was the first to break, “I’m so sorry, dad! I’ve been a total ass,” the short blond jumped on Shota to wrap his arms around him in a hug.

Hitoshi sat down on the pro’s other side, hugging him as well, “you sappy old man, don’t ever think that we don’t love you or that we’re ungrateful for everything you and papa do for us. Now quit crying ‘cuz I’m not joining you two,” his brother and dad let out wet chuckles at that.

There was a sweet moment of silence between the small family (minus one) before Shota spoke up, “Kat?”

“Dad?”

“Is that my hoodie?”

“...uhm..no?”

“Mhm, tell that to papa’s logo on the left side of the chest, the smell of my cologne, and the cat patch on the hood.”

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I can't vote in the poll cus I'm not a part of the community, but spam the fic. Spam it so hard people are running from the ferrets. Spam it so hard that Aizawa agrees to switch to tea and seeks therapy. Gimme all the chaos.

^how Aizawa holds Izuku after he goes viral again for quoting vines at a formal event that was live streamed (this has happened before and will happen again).

[peachesgaeass]

Title: Shadows on the Rooftop

MHA Spiderman Au

(A little teaser of izuku's and Aizawa's first meeting)

—*‐;=;-*—

Aizawa's Pov.

The night was quiet in Musutafu, the hum of the city muffled beneath the weight of an impending storm. Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, moved across the rooftops, his scarf loose around his shoulders and his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. His nightly patrols had been routine for years, but tonight something felt off.

And then he saw it.

A small figure perched on the edge of a rooftop several buildings away. Their silhouette was unnaturally still, save for the faint swing of their legs over the edge. As Aizawa crept closer, he took in the oversized hoodie that drowned their frame, the black cargo pants, and the bright red shoes dangling precariously over the abyss.

He froze for a moment, the scene sinking in. He’d dealt with jumpers before, but this was different. Most people who found themselves on rooftops with those intentions radiated hesitation—stiff bodies, nervous energy, a last-minute fight against their decision.

This kid had none of that.

Their posture was relaxed, their shoulders loose. They looked like someone who had already made up their mind, someone who had accepted the inevitable and was simply waiting for it to happen.

Aizawa felt something clench in his chest.

It didn’t matter what this kid thought they’d decided. Not tonight. Not on his watch.

He approached cautiously, the soles of his boots quiet against the rooftop gravel. His scarf was ready in his hands—not to fight, but to catch them if they fell.

“Hey,” he called out, keeping his voice soft and steady. “What are you doing up here?”

The kid turned their head slightly, the hood casting a shadow over their face. Even with the mask covering their features, Aizawa could feel their gaze, sharp and unnervingly calm.

“Taking in the view,” they said, their voice quiet and soft, yet clear against the stillness of the night.

Aizawa’s frown deepened. He moved closer, slow and deliberate, keeping his scarf loose but prepared. “Dangerous place to enjoy the view.”

The kid didn’t respond immediately. They shifted slightly, leaning forward so the toes of their shoes brushed the edge of the rooftop. Aizawa’s grip on his scarf tightened.

“You shouldn’t be up here alone,” he pressed, his tone edging toward urgency.

The kid laughed, a quiet sound that barely reached him. It wasn’t a laugh of humor; it was hollow, tinged with a melancholy that settled in Aizawa’s gut.

“If I wanted to jump,” the kid said softly, “I wouldn’t have waited for you to show up.”

Aizawa froze at the words. There was no malice in them, no bite—just a calm, almost tired matter-of-factness. It wasn’t reassuring. It wasn’t meant to be.

“You knew I was coming?” he asked, stalling for time as he stepped closer. He didn’t know what else to say, only that he needed to keep the kid talking.

Another soft laugh. The kid tilted their head, the hood slipping slightly but still hiding their face. “Got a tip.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed. “From who?”

The kid gestured vaguely to the air around them. “My friends.”

“Your friends?” he repeated, both confused and wary.

“They’re very good at spotting company.” The kid’s tone held no boastfulness, just a quiet certainty.

Aizawa stopped, only a few feet away now. His grip on his scarf was firm, ready to react in an instant. He scanned the rooftop and surrounding buildings for any signs of other people, but they were alone.

“Listen,” he began carefully, “you don’t have to do this. Whatever’s going on, there are people who can help—”

The kid interrupted with a sigh, soft and resigned. They stood fluidly, their movements too smooth for someone so small. Aizawa’s instincts screamed at him to act, but the calmness in the kid’s demeanor made him hesitate.

“Help?” The word was spoken with a faint, bitter humor. “I’m not the one who needs help.”

They turned to face him fully now, their mask and hood still obscuring their identity. For a brief moment, Aizawa caught a glimpse of their eyes through the shadow—dull, tired, but with a flicker of reluctant acceptance. Like they’d resigned themselves to whatever end awaited them, but not tonight.

Before Aizawa could say anything else, the kid stepped backward off the edge of the roof.

His scarf snapped forward on instinct, but when he reached the ledge, there was nothing to catch. No body, no sound of impact. Just empty air and a faint wisp of silk clinging to the corner of the building.

Aizawa scanned the alley below, his heart pounding. He caught sight of a faint movement—a shadow disappearing into the distance, too quick and silent to follow.

For a long moment, he stood at the edge of the roof, his scarf coiled loosely in his hands.

He’d heard rumors of a vigilante operating in Musutafu—a shadowy figure who left criminals bound in silk, tied up like presents for the police. He hadn’t believed it before.

But now, staring at the trail of silk glinting faintly in the moonlight, Aizawa knew the stories were true.

And he wasn’t sure what unsettled him more: the fact that the vigilante was real, or that they were just a kid.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from the edge. Whoever they were, they were fast, quiet, and terrifyingly efficient. But the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke—it wasn’t just experience or skill. It was something darker.

Aizawa glanced back at the empty rooftop.

He’d find them again. Not because they were a vigilante, but because he couldn’t shake the look in their eyes. That reluctant acceptance, that quiet sadness—it wasn’t the look of someone living. It was the look of someone waiting to die.

If you want me to actually start(because I get motivation when people like an idea I have) please tell me as it would be very helpful with finding the motivation to write it

This is the brain dump

So. I just had a hyperfixation research high on spiders, and had the idea to write an MHA Spiderman Au. This is basically a brain dump at

Mutation progression here

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The Quiet Things That Changed Everything.

Erasermic x Student!Reader | Hurt/Comfort | PTSD | Adoption | Found Family | Graduation Reveal

Summary:

After a quiet student at U.A. hides signs of abuse at home, Aizawa and Hizashi begin to notice something’s wrong. What starts as a routine check-in turns into a life-changing rescue, and over time, the two heroes become more than teachers—they become family. This is the story of how a traumatized teen found safety, healing, and a home. And how Class 1-A finally learned the truth… three years later.

Part I: What They Didn't See Until Now

It started with a bruise.

Not a flashy one. Just a yellowed patch near your wrist that your hoodie couldn’t quite hide.

Aizawa noticed it first.

“[Y/N], stay after class.”

Your stomach dropped.

After the classroom emptied, you stayed in your seat, quiet and still. Hizashi entered through the side door, his usual vibrant energy toned down to something more grounded. They knew.

Aizawa didn’t waste time. “I saw the bruises. Not just today. This isn’t training-related, is it?”

You hesitated.

Then whispered: “It’s my father.”

The silence in the room shifted—no longer heavy with tension, but with promise.

“You’re not going back there,” Aizawa said. “You’ll stay under school supervision for now.”

Hizashi crouched beside you, his voice low and kind. “You’re not in this alone anymore, okay?”

You cried—quietly, helplessly—and they stayed with you.

You weren’t alone anymore.

Part II: Home Isn’t Blood

The first night in staff housing, Hizashi made you cocoa and let you pick a movie (he cried more than you did). Aizawa didn’t hover, but he made sure you knew where everything was and told you there were no locks on the doors—you didn’t need them anymore.

Weeks passed.

Then came the paperwork.

“We want to adopt you,” Hizashi said one evening, sliding a manila folder across the table.

You stared. “Me?”

Aizawa nodded. “You’re already family. This just makes it official.”

Your voice cracked. “You’re sure?”

Hizashi reached out, not touching, just steady. “Positive.”

The tears came fast that night, but for once, they weren’t lonely.

They were safe.

Part III: The Volume of Silence

Three months later, you were mid-simulation when it happened.

“YEAHHHH!!” Hizashi’s voice exploded through the field—amplified, enthusiastic, and totally unfiltered.

You dropped to your knees.

Your chest closed in. Ears ringing. Flashbacks blurring reality into something too loud, too close.

You couldn’t breathe.

Aizawa got to you first. “You’re safe,” he said softly. “You’re not there. You’re with us.”

Hizashi froze behind him, horrified. “I—I didn’t know—”

“It’s okay,” Aizawa said firmly. “Just stay calm. They need space.”

You shook for several minutes, unable to speak, curled in on yourself.

Eventually, you whispered, “I hate yelling. I can’t—my brain just—”

“You don’t owe us an explanation,” Aizawa said, kneeling nearby. “But we’ll help you through it.”

“I scared you,” Hizashi said. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I’ll never shout around you again. Promise.”

You nodded, trembling. “Okay.”

They didn’t leave your side until your heartbeat slowed.

Not once.

Part IV: The Quiet Things That Changed Everything

Graduation day was loud, but this time, you didn’t mind.

You stood with Class 1-A, diploma in hand, dressed in your formal U.A. uniform. The crowd was a blur of smiles and celebration.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” Kirishima waved. “Can your folks take our photo?”

Without thinking, you pointed to the edge of the field.

“My dads can,” you said. “They’ll get a good angle.”

Silence.

“Your what now?” Kaminari asked, blinking.

You turned back, confused. “My dads? Aizawa and Hizashi?”

The entire class stared at you.

“YOU’VE BEEN LIVING WITH THEM?!” Mina screamed.

“They adopted me after first year,” you said casually. “Didn’t I mention that?”

“NO, YOU DID NOT,” Sero wheezed.

“Wait—who’s ‘Dad’ and who’s ‘Pops’?” Kaminari demanded.

“Hizashi’s Dad. Aizawa’s Pops.”

“OF COURSE HE’S POPS,” Mina cried.

The laughter was so loud, the camera nearly shook when Aizawa (stoic) and Hizashi (beaming) joined you in the center of the group.

As the picture snapped, you felt a quiet warmth in your chest—an anchor.

Your name was on a diploma, your cap was tucked under your arm, and your family stood at your side.

The kind you chose.

The kind who chose you.

[End.]

[takabinaryy]

Hickeys and Cookie making

idea by me Married EaserMic Toshi , Kat , & Eri are their three kids Hito is older then kat by two years in this kat is the middle child, he's deaf like their papa Eri is the youngest an a ball of sunshine There is a sprinkle of ShinKami

Hizashi had just gotten home from his radio show, He knew his husband wasn't home , because Shouta doesn't come back till an hour Hizashi does . Anyway He makes his way to the living room while making sure he closed the front door all the way. Then he walks over to the living room where he sees his second son on the couch and the kid's hearing aids are on the coffee table , and there are sub titles on the tv?

Kat's ears must be hurting him for him to take a break from the hearing aids  Hizashi thought as he walks over to his son and bends down to be eye level with the teen. Said Teen stops staring at the Tv and looks at his Papa and smiles then hugs Hizashi.

The Pro hero hugs his son back and picks him up noticing the little listener had his two favorite stuffies( A black cat plush who remined him of Aizawa and a pastel yellow bunny that Monama got him)  on the couch and a sippy cup on the coffee table. Just then Hitoshi walks down the stairs with what looked liked to be hickeys? Oh this boy as hickeys on his neck!

" So little listener , wanna tell me what's all over your neck?" Hizashi asked his oldest while setting Kat on the counter top while the hero makes a pot of coffee for when Shouta comes back home. Hitoshi just blushes slightly forgetting about the Hickeys Kami left on him a few hours ago. When Hitoshi went to Kami's house before he went home today. 

"......um bug bites?" 

Yeah their oldest wasn't the best at lying to him or Shouta at all. Hizashi puts a few cookies in a bowl next to Katsuki ,before turning to face his oldest with a amused smile on his face. Hitoshi has one of his hands where the hickeys are and probably trying to come up with a  better answer than freaking bug bites. 

" More like a certain lighting bug left so called bites all over your neck there kid"

That was definitely not his papa's voice...that means dad is home early. Hitoshi had thought as he turned around to face his dad with his little sister on his hip.( Eri didn't want to stay over at her friend's house overnight ) And blonde hair peaking out from behind Shouta?..Wait! that's his boyfriend...Fuck, He knew he shouldn't have told Kami to go through the window.

" Daddy found Pikachu outside in Papa's rose bushes"

Oh sweet Eri told everyone as she pointed behind her and Shouta. Which makes Hizashi laugh and shake his head , because even he knew he had heard Kami's voice when he passed Tosh's to get to Kat's room earlier. Yeah sure he's getting old and already deaf but he knows he doesn't just hear things out of the blue like he used to when he first became a Pro hero.

" Kam Kam here?"

"Yes KitKat , he's here since your bubba wanted to be sneaky with his boyfriend. "

Hizashi tells the second blonde in the room. As Shouta steps forward to set Eri down next to katsuki. And of course Kat share his cookies with with her, even if it's 1 almost 2 in the morning to be having sugar.

[katsdynam1ght]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter 6 is finally here (i'm so sorry for taking a million years)

enter present mic!!! we've had some good dadzawa, but i know everyone's been looking forward to that good good papamic content too ;)

tags! @hyperobsessed @vee-sea @finnthemann @pancakemoment @epickiya722 @kamiiin @vesterport @nielution @justtorzaplease

[teddyakababy]

My hc, against popular belief is that Denki is an only child of a single mum.

His mum had him when she was in her early 30s and was/ is a pro hero (not top ten obviously but popular). So he was on his own for a while like after school and stuff so he would hang out with the kids in his street and developed his personality from his ADHD and fear of being left out or forgotten.

Hitoshi on the other hand. His biological parents absolutely loved each other and him but were killed in a car crash when he was 3 and all he had left of them was a cat they had gotten him for Christmas. So he was put into Foster care and the cat was taken from him and he was there for 3 years. In those 3 year he was at the same foster home and ended up with trama from physical, psychological and emotional abuse he received there. He was also malnourished and had a metal muzzle strapped tightly to his face. Anyway there was a new up and coming pro hero day thing at the home were pro heroes came in to talk to the kids. Pro heroes like (21 yrs) Present Mic and Eraserhead (they got paid also, so). All the kids avoided eraserhead, so he went wondering and then got into the part of the building were there was no heating, heard crying coming from behind a locked door and went into hero mode and knocked the door down. He finds tiny, terrified 6 year old Hitoshi. When he eventually convinces Hitoshi that he's not going to hurt him and to come out of his hiding space he carries him into the main room where everyone is. Goes off on the staff and they get arrested all the kids are placed in different homes or temporary homes and Hitoshi is taken to the hospital. After he is better and ready to be discharged, he is put into the care of eracermic - who are fostering him and by the end of the year they adopt him. And have a 6 year old son together.

To sum up: Denki's an only child of a single pro hero mum who spent loads of time with neighbourhood kids.

Hitoshis bio parents were killed in a car crash, he was sent to foster care, was there for 3 years and was abused and relieved trama from it. Eraserhead found him and saved him, then erasermic fostered and in the same year adopted him.