Warnings: Angst, cursing, mentions of violence. (Im bad at writing angst and this is an old fic I fixed up that I wrote when like season 3 came out lol)
You flung the door open, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes laid upon Hizashi. He had bandages over the entirety of his neck, and was looking pretty rough all over, his usually well kept hair falling flatly onto the pillow he was resting on. He didn't look over at you when you entered but you saw him flinch.
Hizashi said nothing and just motioned you away with his hand, eyes still locked out the window into the darkness of the city. He had been out on a mission to take down a gang of small-time villains, but they had been prepared for his arrival. They had tried to slit his throat but missed thanks to his speaker, which was now definitely ruined and he had cuts littered across his chin. Once his speaker was broken it caused him to overuse his quirk and strain his vocal chords. But he was here and he was alive, that was all that mattered.
“Zashi...” The name escaped your lips quietly, but he flinched again. Ignoring his request for you to leave completely you took small steps over to the bed, your eyes not leaving him. You placed your hand on his arm once you reached the bed, he still didn't look at you. Looking down at the table next to his bed and seeing his glasses, you gently placed them on his face and tilted his head towards you carefully.
“Zashi.” You spoke again, a little louder this time and you noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. “My sunshine, don't cry. It's okay.” You took his hand in yours and he didn't hold it back, his fingers staying limp in your grip as you rubbed your thumb across his knuckles. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His voice was scratchy and hard to hear. “I was weak.”
“You were not weak.... Hizashi Yamada is not weak. You are the strongest man I know.” You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed the back gently.
“They got away. They're going to hurt more people.” His eyes closed and he tried to even his breathing through his crying.
“No, it’s gonna be okay. Shota will find them, All Might will find them, the police will find them. No villain goes unpunished.” Your tears threatened to spill every moment that passed seeing him like this but you had to be strong.
“I’m sorry I'm such a useless hero and my quirk is so shitty. I can’t do anything right anymore. I don't know why I’m even a goddamn hero, I should just quit” His voice was even more horse.
“Hizashi. Stop. Shut the fuck up.” You gripped his hand a little tighter. “You are not gonna sit here and piss and moan because you overused your quirk and got hurt. You are Present Fucking Mic. The Present Mic that I know, no, that I love wouldn’t say that shit. You are gonna do what it takes to get better and get back out there and be the hero I know you are.”
His eyes opened and he finally looked at you, a small smile grew on his lips.
“You’re my hero.” You moved a stray strand of hair out of his face, his eyes sparkled when you gently ran your fingers across his cheek.
“I don’t deserve you doll.” He almost laughed but it got stuck in his throat and turned into a cough.
“I said shut up Yamada, you can sing my praises later. You have to get better first.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead. His green eyes glowed with the purpose they had before. He scooted over the best he could without moving his neck and patted the bed beside him. You climbed up carefully and curled into his chest.
“It’s my fault I wasn’t there to help you. I am your sidekick.” You said into his chest.
“I love you.” He rolled his eyes at you.
“I said shut up.” You glared up at him, he gave you a hurt look back. “But i love you too, I'm so glad you're safe.” You finally let out the tears you had been holding back into his shirt as you breathed in his scent and he gently ran his fingers through your hair. He fidgeted with a strand of your hair, his anxiety was eating at him and you knew what you had to do.
“You want me to talk because the silence is painful right? I got you.” You glanced up at him and he smiled back and went back to running his fingers through your hair.
“You’ll never guess what the rumor going around about Midoriya is! They think he's All Might’s secret love child! Can you believe that shit! Kids these days, next thing they’ll come up with that Denki is related to Pikachu… anyway…Shota is thinking about adopting a new cat, I tried to give him some names but he told me none of them were really fitting for a cat! I gave him some of my best like…” You ranted on and on until Hizashi fell asleep. You took off his glasses and put them on the table next to you and joined him in his peaceful sleep, vowing to never let him get hurt again.
Warning: Angst, no happy ending (the poll is still ongoing but I couldn't resist)
The call comes at night like it always does.
A warm hand curls around your arm, the hold just tight enough to tell you that you’re not alone. You slip out of it still.
The night is cold, the sky clouded. No star nor moon leads the way.
The leather seats are cold against your exhausted limbs. You crave a cup of coffee, several more hours of sleep, a different life… but neither of these things are yours to grasp.
You find Nemuri in the waiting room, her sleeves ripped, her face bloody. If she’s noticed you, she doesn’t let on and you don’t turn back to wave at her when the nurse ushers you forward.
Shouta’s sitting in the hallway, back against the wall, his head hanging forward. You’re pretty sure he’s asleep, though his hand shoots out as you try to pass him, his palm softly hitting your ankle.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles without raising his head. You sigh, take a step away from him. He lets you.
“His vocal cords were damaged, but he was lucky, we could fix them in an emergency operation with hardly any scarring. There’s a laceration however, we’re more worried about. You’ll have to take care-”
“We don’t live together,” you interrupt the chatty nurse as she moves to push open yet another door. “I’m just his Emergency Contact.”
“You’re not his-” She has the decency not to finish the sentence.
“Not anymore, no.” You sigh. “I’ll talk to him. Leave any further information with the guy in the hallway.”
Nodding, she leaves you the much harder task of stepping through this door.
You shouldn’t be here, you think, and not for the first time.
You should be at home, in your bed, with your partner by your side.
From somewhere behind you, you hear the drawl of Shouta’s voice. You don’t want to hear him talk. You don’t want it to feel so familiar.
It gives you the push you need to step through that damned door.
-
It’s no surprise that Hizashi has kept a light on. He’s not good with darkness.
His smile is warm, almost comforting when he spots you.
It’s a welcome change from seeing him, all the bandages on his body. His throat is bandaged up as well and he uses his right, seemingly unharmed hand to sign.
“You came.”
“I’m still your Emergency Contact,” you remind him, your voice even.
You walk in a little further and stop next to his ankles. His left ankle isn’t covered and you can spot the little tattoo he got when you were both seventeen, just a little something to represent his feelings for you. You hate the sight of it just as much as you loved it back then.
You sigh. Keep your hands to yourself, your eyes on his knees.
“I told you you need to take me off that list,” you remind him softly. “I can’t keep coming here every time you hurt yourself.”
“I promise,” he signs, “It won’t happen again.”
“It will,” you disagree, too used to this to get angry again. “You know it will.”
“Forgive me,” he signs. Nothing more.
He used to sign “I love you”, but he must have known it would just upset you.
“I’m getting married,” you tell him. He doesn’t know yet. The last time he hurt himself this bad you’d only been talking about it. Now the planning is in full swing.”
“Congratulations.” He looks like he’s in pain, and you swallow your sorrows and force yourself to smile.
“Thank you,” you tell him softly. “I hope you understand I can’t invite you.”
“Of course, of course. Though I would have been a great DJ.”
“The best.” You pat his ankle despite your best efforts not to touch him.
Grief washes over you like a tidal wave and you turn away, adamant not to let him see your tears. Still, he’s too perceptive, even now, probably high on painkillers.
He clinks his hand against the lampshade and you turn against your better judgment.
“You deserve someone who loves you right,” he signs and you nod, knowing he’s right.
But the heart is a traitorous thing, slipping up your throat and into your mouth, forcing your lips to open and the words to fall out.
“It should have been you.”
His face falls. It’s rare to see him like this. Broken, like the day Oboro died. Nothing has ever been the same since then.
You wish you could say the two of you grew apart.
The truth is so much harder to bear.
You love each other, but you can no longer carry the grief and sorrow he’s not once been willing to put away. Under all the laughter and eccentrics hides a broken, lonely, little boy.
The silence is heavy in this little room. One last time you let your eyes wander over his face, the hands and feet that are so well known to you, you could draw them with your eyes closed. The tattoo that means more to you now than it ever did before.
It’s a simple, black ring, almost exactly your ring size too.
“Because our love has no beginning and no end,” Hizashi had told you proudly when he got it.
Now it’s just a curse.
“I won’t be back,” you tell him softly and he nods without signing anything.
You wonder if he wishes just like you that this could be the truth.
-
Shouta doesn’t look up when you pass him in the hallway.
Nemuri’s looking the other way when you walk through the waiting room.
It still hurts, losing them. But you know it’s for the best.
There’s already one person in your life who can’t let go of you.
You slip into your car, the leather cold again.
Everything in here is a testament to the person you’ve become as if the one you were before no longer exists.
Every cell of your body regenerates.
Give it seven years and you’ll no longer be the person you used to be, they say.
(I wanted to turn this into a comic but I didn't have enough free time 😔 Have a doodle instead )
While Hizashi was still in middle school, he eventually got so sick and frustrated from being forced to be mute all the time so he took his muzzle right off while he was alone in his room. He felt so relieved at that moment, freeing even
He hasn't talked in so long that the moment he opened his mouth, his quirk lost control and ended up destroying a good chunk of his room in the process.
When he saw the amount of destruction he left behind. He did this. The moment he took off that damn muzzle, this is the amount of destruction he caused. Just by talking alone...
His parents were right. His quirk was dangerous... What will his parents do to him once they come back home..?
Out of pure panic, he ran away. Leaving his muzzle behind in the mess of destruction he left behind
TW: blood, fighting, death, anxiety, smut, p in v, rough sex, pain, slight choking, lying, angst
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know
There's just no getting over you
The pain in my legs was proof that the strain on my muscles was ripping them apart. I couldn’t hold myself up for much longer, let alone keep running. How did I not see this coming? Music hummed in the decaying building, his loud humming like the lullaby of my death. The blood in my eyes from the wound on my head made it very hard to see where I was going, but I was able to make out the halls and doors. Grabbing a doorknob, I struggled to force it open as the knob felt like it had been cemented shut. Where were the police? Where was Aizawa? Hawks? Anyone?
My lungs burned like they were filled with acid, every breath causing a severe stabbing pain in my chest. Shoving myself into the door, it finally burst open and I saw my fears coming true.
The red feathers on the ground were a lifeless and dull, no beautiful scarlet shine like I’d seen only a few hours ago. No, they were completely desolate of any shine. This was bad, this was really bad. Tiptoeing into the room, I quietly shut the door behind myself and made my way around the big desk in the center. The sight was unsavory, almost nauseating.
The stuttering breathing of my partner, Hawks, was just loud enough to overshadow the music echoing and my heartbeat. His eyes shot up at me, shakey and panicked as he gasped once again. I moved like lightning, pulling fabric from my hero costume to compress his wounds. He did this? Loud, quick footsteps made my hands freeze for a split second before I recognized the weight of those steps, continuing to push down on his wounds.
“Move, I’ll cauterize his wounds a bit with my fire, just go find him.” Dabi nudged me out of the way slightly as I sucked in air from his presence. “Just remember, once this is over, we’re still enemies.”
“Agreed.” My eyes glared at him as I tugged my visual blockers down over my eyes and dashed out of the room. The faint steps I heard were coming from above.
You know I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But, baby, can't you see
There's nothing else for me to do?
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
“Lime green and unseen. She is pristine!” His voice was quieter than usual, casting a spell of fear over my body.
This wasn’t the Hizashi we all knew and loved. This was a monster, a man possessed.
“Come out and play, little listener!” He called, the windows breaking from his quirk. I couldn’t help but cover my ears and duck down, then dashing to the nearest staircase. He wanted to find me, and so I’d play into his hand.
Finally getting to the top of the stairs, I saw him leaning against a doorframe, swirling a finger around something, bulky and strangely shaped. Stepping closer, I saw the light shine on him. His hair down and wild, sunglasses tucked into his hair, sleeves ripped off his arms and voice modulator covering his neck. He was unhinged.
But what caught my eye was the yellow goggles he was toying with. Covered in blood.
My sensei was in trouble.
But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head
“Where is he?!” I screamed at him and his lips just smirked into an unsettling expression.
“Whatdya mean? Ya didn’t see ‘m when ya walked in?” His eyes looked at me through his lashes and a shiver went down my spine. I glanced from side to side but nothing. That’s when I saw it. A single drop of liquid fell from the ceiling. Looking up, I saw Aizawa tied in his own scarf with his eye blindfolded, bleeding from his arm and head.
“Let him down!”
“Now now, little listener. You aren’t in any position to be ordering me around. We both know your strengths and weaknesses, and none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.” His words rang in my ears as I thought back to the weeks leading up to this.
Hopelessly devoted to you
I’d gotten close with Hizashi, my old teacher and friend. I’d confided in him, trusted him, and he would comfort me when I needed it. Days turned to weeks and soon, we had become more than just friends. I knew about his feelings, I knew I had some too, but I wanted to be a hero and focus on my dreams. Comforting turned to something else one night and we went to a place we couldn’t go back from. It was wonderful, he was wonderful. Everything I’d ever wanted.
Hopelessly devoted to you
At least the good side of him was, but jealous was something I’d never seen from him and when I worked with Hawks, he seemed to get unexplainably irritable and angry. He would ignore me for hours after I’d get off of work, not answer my texts, and then show up at random hours of the day to visit me at work. Patrol was even worse, he was always “running into” us. I knew Hawks was in a serious relationship, but he couldn’t talk about it because of our job. We were hero’s, and his partner was not, so anyone knowing about his relationship could put their life in jeopardy.
Hizashi didn’t believe me, didn’t care what I said. So naturally, I broke things off. It hurt, it hurt so badly, as I was in love with him, but if he couldn’t trust me and communicate with me, what was I to do?
And now here I was, standing across from my ex lover, the man I thought I’d marry for a time of my life, about to fight him to the death.
Hopelessly devoted to you
“Hizashi, this isn’t you. This isn’t who I’m in love with, just give in and we can go home!” My eyes filled with tears and my hand reached out, hoping he’d take the short amount of steps in between us and hold it.
His eyes flashed to uncertainty for a second before hardening again and locking me out.
“You’re lying to me. You were always lying to me!” He screams and the power of his voice has me clamping my hands over my ears, blood dripping out a bit. I take a step forward, hand still reached out.
“I never lied. You’ve always been the only one for me. How could I love anyone else when I had you?” My voice is weak, stuttering as I feel my bottom lip quiver. The sadness I feel is uncontrollable and I’m doing everything I can to not fall into a crumbled mess on the ground. “Come back to me, Zashi… please.” I beg, and he steps to me.
“I’ll fix this if you promise to be mine. Right here, right now.”
“I’m already yours until the end of time.” I answer but he sneers, aggravated.
“That’s not what I mean.” He pulls off a glove and what he wants finally clicks.
“We- Shota is on the ceiling-“
“He can’t see anything, and he probably can’t hear.” The comfortable way he says this makes my skin crawl, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been craving him this whole time. “You want me to surrender? Prove I’m your man.”
My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."
My heart is saying, "Don't let go.
I gulp, the dryness in my throat making me sputter a cough and he reaches out to me from concern, his true self breaking through. “Okay…” I agree, “yes.” And his hands are on me, pulling at the costume, or what’s left of it. The torn pieces of my outfit were ripping wider, the seam of my green pants tearing all the way up to my stomach. His calloused hands trace my thighs and without hesitation, two of his fingers rub against my clit. It’s rough and hurried, but god it feels amazing. His mouth finds the spot behind my ear instantly and I reach out. The groan he lets out against my skin as I palm him through his jeans is intoxicating.
“Zashi… please!” I whimper, and he nods, biting me and inserting a finger in me at the same time. My world spins for a moment as the two sensations collide and I grind against his hand, his thumb taking the place of those two fingers on my sensitive button.
I make quick work of his buckle and try to tug down his pants, getting them to his thighs as his hard erection slaps up against his abdomen. Even in the darkness, I can see his jacobs latter and my insides are preening at the memory, of how I remember it feels.
His lips attack when he catches me staring and I use my own slick to coat my hand and pump him slowly, but he rips my hand away and picks me up by the waist. It all happens so fast, I can’t even see anything until my back hits a cold wall and his head is at my entrance, spreading me open and about to enter me raw. We’ve never done that, and I’m so anxious about it, but I need it just as bad as he does.
“Ready, baby?” He asks and I nod, gazing into those green eyes I know I never want to be without. He pushes in and we both let out a pleading sound, the piercings shuffling around my insides and making me arch my back in pleasure. After the first push, it’s a relentless fucking and I can just hold on as he takes me against the wall. As he’s facing the wall, I peer one eye open just in time to see a specific shadow drop from the ceiling silently and take off his blindfold. My cheeks heat up and I shake my head, hoping he gets the message and he does. He runs out, but Hizashi can’t hear him over his own grunts and my whines.
His hand grabs my throat and I orgasm immediately, feeling him near his end from the clench of my walls around him. A few more destructive thrusts and I feel him fill me, but warmth flowing into me as I twitch from the pure endorphins this is causing.
Our bodies slump together as he pulls himself out and watches our mixed juices drip down my thighs. I moan a bit from the feeling and pant from exhaustion, right before looking up at him and beginning to cry.
Hold on till the end.
And that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
“Baby, why are you-” He cups my cheek as I cut him off.
“Forgive me… Hizashi, forgive me and know that I will never love anyone more than I love you…” I keep my head nuzzled into his open hand as I bawl my eyes out, then feeling his hand ripped away from me and seeing him get handcuffed and pinned to the ground through my tears.
“You lied to me!” He yells at me, but Eraserhead had understood my silent plea from before and was able to get the police and backup, also erasing Hizashi’s quirk so he couldn’t yell anymore.
“I’m sorry!” I cry out as Aizawa grabs a blanket and covers my half naked body, costume ripped and torn from both the battle and my ability to give him a false sense of safety. “You would have killed…”
But now there's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head
“It was all because I love you!” He yells again and I turn my face away, still shaking from sobs. Aizawa pulls me into his chest for a hug and shields me from Hizashi’s constant screams and verbal attacks. My heart shatters in my ears and I’m left with the feeling of pure emptiness, much like the whole week of us being apart has felt like. Now, Hizashi will be sent to prison and I will be alone again. “All for you!”
But he won’t be able to harm anyone else.
Hopelessly devoted to you
About a week later, I’m still recovering and visiting Hawks in the hospital, as well as Bubble girl and Fatgum. We all went into that battle and only a few came out able to function, the rest were under 24/7 hospital care. Like Hawks.
“Kid, relax.” He said to me, “none of this was your fault. You didn’t know he was a yandere.”
“He… he isn’t.” I blurt out and I hear a cough from behind me, turning to see Aizawa.
“Actually, a few psychiatrists sent in the reports yesterday. He has been classified as a yandere, and they are keeping him under surveillance because of his uncontrollable emotions.” The black haired man spoke and my chest was once again empty.
“But you’re safe now, he’s locked up, and you have nothing to fear.”
Hopelessly devoted to you
That was almost ten years ago. I have a family, children, a loving husband, and I haven’t looked back. But sometimes, I feel like someone’s watching me, or calling my name. A few times, I feel someone grab my wrist or whisper in my ear in public, but when I turn, no one is there.
I knew I was just imagining things, as I turned out the lights in my kitchen and slid into bed. My husband barely moved as the bed shiftly, getting into my side and feeling him.
“Baby you’re so cold…” I mumbled and kiss the back of his neck.
i can’t stop thinking about mha angst. shinsou keeping a mental list of exactly what he needs to say, what insults to hurl, to get his friends to respond to him when he needs them to. kaminari holding a bleeding and broken friend, desperately delivering shocks with his hands in perfect position, knowing their heart has been stopped for too long. aizawa squeezing his eyes shut while mic has a breakdown, his ears hurting from the amplified sobs but knowing his voice being taken from him won’t make mic feel any better at all. all might just days after he loses one for all forever, beaten down in an alleyway, realizing he can’t protect everyone anymore. bakugou looking in the mirror late at night, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, his ears ringing loudly, wondering where he went wrong, how long until his next doctor’s appointment, his next required physical, how much longer he can hide this for.
May I get aizawa and hizashi forgetting your birthday
Of course you can my love! Sorry this took me a little while btw mwah ily
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲
Pairings: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) x gn!reader
Notes: i love this series and i love getting asked for part 2 of things so asdjhl this was exciting! Hope you guys enjoy <3
Warnings: arguments (Aizawa) but not for a long time, sadness, insecurity, in case you didn’t realise they forget the readers birthday, cursing (aizawa)
━Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Look, Hizashi is a very busy man and this is something you know
So when he cancels your dates, you’re mostly understanding and he always reschedules anyway
But you can’t exactly reschedule your birthday can you
Which is the exact thought you have while sitting alone on your sofa
He’ll be home soon though, right?
It’s 10pm when you finally five up. Your clothes are creased from you lounging on the couch. You had gotten ready at 6pm since that was when he got off of UA. Yet 4 hours later and your apartment was still empty besides you. You rubbed your arms, embarrassed for being so excited. Of course, he hadn’t actually said he was taking you anywhere but you just assumed since that’s what he did ever year since you met.
It was 11pm when he finally showed up. The bags under his eyes let you know just how tired he was and you felt slightly guilty for the verbal thrashing he was about to get.
“Hey baby, what are you all dolled up for?” He sung, tired voice carrying through the silence
“Oh nothing” you scoffed, crossing your arms, “only my birthday dinner”
The man froze. Your face was blank but your eyes swam with hurt. It wasn’t like him to do this kind of thing. He had never forgotten a birthday before or an anniversary. Hizashi was very organised when it came to events, especially ones that concern you.
Which is probably why he held such a devastated look on his face. He took a few steps towards you and cringed when you shuffled away. Sitting on the sofa, he turned to you. The remorse was evident in his face and it was probably that which tipped you over the edge. Tears started streaming down your face. You looked away, the guilt was evident enough on his face and you doubt you could’ve kept up the anger if you were looking.
Soft fingers held your chin softly, pulling it so your partner could see your tearyface.
“I’m so sorry y/n” he sighed, “I’m just tired and been so caught up with work y'know?”
You sniffled, nuzzling into his hand to show you were listening. His own eyes were tearing up now and you could see the guilt swirling throughout the colour you loved so much. It was obvious he hadn’t meant it but you still hurt.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow gorgeous, take the whole day off just for us two?”
Nodding, you rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed you to sleep and your both pretended not to feel the guilty tears dripping down his face. It was a conversation you could have tomorrow. You trusted him to make it up to you, malicious wasn’t a word you would use to describe your partner.
“I love you” he mused, kissing your head as your eyes slipped closed.
━Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)
You wish you could say that Shouta wasn’t the type to forget things
He forgot a lot of things but never something like this
Your birthday and anniversaries were like the one thing he remember
There have been more than a few rain checks called last minute but you never really cared
He always made them up to you in some way but this one was different
It was dark already. You hadn’t felt particularly safe in this part of town but while you were waiting it had started raining and now your paranoia was getting to you. It wasn’t even an unsafe part of town but you were alone and already emotionally vulnerable from being ditched for almost four hours by your long term partner. It was now reaching 11 and you were ready to cry.
Finally, you decided to call Nemuri, explaining to her what happened and where you were. The usually happy woman scoffed into the phone at her friends actions and came to pick you up. You were soaking and broke down in her passenger seat as she drove you home.
You shut the door quietly as you walked into your home. You were wet, crying and tired. An interaction with aizawa would have you breaking down in a way you really didn’t need tonight. Just your luck.
“Where have you been?”
You glared at the man on the sofa. He was lounging in a pair of old pyjama trousers, settled ont he sofa as if he hadn’t just humiliated you.
“Really Shouta?” He flinched at the use of his full name, “I’ve been standing outside of a restaurant alone for four hours, waiting for my partner to come and celebrate my birthday”
He checked the date on the calendar on your coffee table.
“Y/n, I-“
“Do you know how humiliating that was? You forgot my birthday, Shou!”
Your voice broke saying his name. You sank down onto the floor, head in your hands. The exhaustion was finally catching up to you, meaning you didn’t protest when strong arms wrapped around you and a familiar scent surrounded your body. His hands rubbed up and down your shoulders, calming you until you could speak.
“I’m sorry kitten, i can’t tell you why other than it just slipped my mind” he murmured into your hair, “I’ll make it up to you i promise”
You sniffled, tucking your head into his neck. You were still a little angry, still very upset but the feeling of his arms around you was a comfort you would allow yourself to indulge in. You trusted aizawa and knew he would make it up to you. This was something that could be sorted tomorrow and for now you just wanted to sleep in the safety of his arms.
“I’ll be better for you, I promise”
I feel like this was lowkey shitty but it’s all good, hope you guys enjoy and request are currently open!
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So we all know that Aizawa has been through some shit. He probably gets chronic migraines, always has back pain, and in the manga he loses some body parts. So, what if he has to start taking pain medication. And the way the tension leaves his body whenever he takes them is like heaven. Eventually he can’t live without them. One day, he forgets to take the meds with him on a mission. So when he gets to school the next day his hands are shaking. Mic walks in to see Aizawa shaking and struggling to get the lid off. He helps him get his med when he realizes how many are gone. “Dude didn’t you just get these refilled?” Mic asks. Aizawa side-eyes him but says nothing.
Basically, his addiction gets worse. And Mic has to watch his best friend wither away to shell of what he used to be. He can’t tell anyone about it cause he can’t Aizawa fired. But he knows he needs help. And eventually the students catch on when Mic isn’t his normal loud self. And Aizawa doesn’t talk to Mic as much.
