Hihihi!! I really love the head cannons you do with reader having chronic illnesses. As someone with chronic illnesses it makes me feel seen yk? I was wondering if you could do head cannons with reader who has Narcolepsy type 1. With the characters Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki, Shinsou. And present mic and Aizawa as like father figures? if your comfortable with it.
keeps a close eye on you during training and class in general, especially during missions however
if the two of you are fighting an actual villain, his eyes are on you rather than the villain
though he knows you can handle yourself, at first he’s super strict and is a bit controlling (doesn’t realize it though) but he just wants to make sure you don’t randomly pass out during something dangerous
eventually, he eases up and doesn’t have to worry because he knows you’re fully capable of doing everything you need to do to manage your condition
and he doesn’t necessarily praise you for it, but he’s secretly proud you’ve came so far even though you started off not knowing how to deal with narcolepsy
shoto todoroki
is absolutely amazing at checking up on you
always remembers to ask you if you’ve woken up at your designated time, taken a nap, take some medication, exercise, eat, etc
he’s just always reminding you to do whatever, and you hardly miss anything in your routine because of him
though if you make a small mistake, he doesn’t think of it as a setback, just shrugs and tells you that now you know what to do or not to do when trying to manage your condition
always takes walks with you btw, no matter what the temperature is outside, loves being in the sun with you
denki kaminari
defo naps with you, though sometimes he oversleeps and you’ll wake up with his limbs strewn across your body as he drools..
although he’s not the best at reminding you to wake up and sleep at specific times, he’ll ask you about it later
if you make a little mistake or unexpectedly fall asleep, he absolutely does not blame you for it
he instead tries to make you as comfortable as possible but also attempts to wake you up if you’re at an important event
hitoshi shinsou
he’s not often sleeping, so he always makes sure to remind you to manage your conduction properly
this includes texts reminding you to eat, train hours before bed, and if he sees you online on some app, he defo tells you to go and actually sleep bc you’ll need it
is very careful and doesn’t necessarily want you always driving yourself, but if you don’t drive too often then he’s not too worried
trusts that you’ll learn to manage your condition, and knows you’ll be able to be and grow as a pro hero while doing it
hizashi yamada
keeps a close eye on you during training and just school events in general, especially if you’re playing a leadership role
like if you look a little dizzy or like you’re about to pass out, he’ll stand/sit next to you so he can catch you if you have a sleep attack
overall, he’s just prepared and cautious
shota aizawa
genuinely wants to give you special treatment so bad so you can sleep during class, but he decides against it
he wants to be fair to all of his students
but if he does catch you falling asleep, sometimes hell send you to take a little walk around campus, drink or eat something to wake you up
if you get a bit frustrated with yourself and you randomly fall asleep after taking precautions and/or medication, he always persuades you to get back to your routine
always tells you that your condition shouldn’t control your life, and you can do anything you please
also makes it known that you can talk to him about anything
i’m so glad u feel included, that’s my goal! probably one of the best feelings ever is feeling and being made seen by other people ❤️ thank you for requesting this
character dynamicꎫ── fiancé!present mic x f!reader
summaryꎫ── after a long trip, you come back as a surprise to your fiancé.
content warningsꎫ── 18+, MDNI, nothing too explicit, suggestive talk, lingerie, noisy, straddling, kinda fluff, funny, maybe a two-shots indeed.
wordsꎫ── 1.9k
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You missed him. Oh, you really missed him. And you could just tell, by the picture you had of him in your mind.
His blonde hair was just as bright as his smile. White teeth that made everyone light up at the sound of his warm, heartfelt laugh. That grin that curled on his juicy lips every time he told one of his silly jokes, or even just saw you.
He smelled good. In a way that made you follow him when he walked by, like a catchy song on the radio. Like a sunny summer day, sipping some fresh lemon juice.
And oh, those sunglasses. They were part of his everyday outfit, and you fucking loved them. But even more, you loved those bright green eyes.
That’s why you preferred when he wore his simple glasses, the ones that helped him see things far away. Especially, the way he’d take them off every time he was going to kiss you for a long, slow while.
It had already been three months since you had seen each other due to your work trip, and the wait was killing him. He didn’t mind spending a few days alone: after all, after so many months by himself in his apartment, he was used to it.
Besides, being so far away was the only way he could make sure you weren’t waiting for him to return from the radio station on Fridays, well into the early hours of the morning.
What he didn’t know was that you were waiting for him anyway. And even though you were miles apart, you listened to the entire program, smiling with pure excitement at the sweet voice that filled the room.
You wrote to each other every day, sharing the trivial things of everyday life that, even though they could be completely unnecessary, you both were excited to share them with one another. Sometimes, when you weren’t too tired, you opted for a “quick video call”, which we all know wasn’t going to last less than three hours. Even then, neither of you dared to be the first to say you were tired, even though all you could see were soft laughter and yawns.
You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to stop seeing each other because you’d created such a connection that, even though you could live apart without much more than the loneliness of the night, you longed to look into each other’s eyes and share a “I love you” before falling asleep.
And, after seeing the beautiful lingerie model in the photo you sent him from the hotel mirror, he knew those two weeks left for you to be away were going to feel very long.
Or, at least, that’s what he thought.
“Honey, please, please, send me another picture…”
“Hizashi, sorry, sorry, but you’ll have to wait and see it when I’m at home.” You teased him a little about how needy he sounded, with a smile on your lips.
“That’s in two weeks…” He sighed through the phone. You could hear the desperation in the back of his throat. Not just from having to keep his voice down after the neighbors’ complaints, but from the desire to have you next to him at that very moment.
“Well, you’ve made it through a whole… three months! I think you’ll manage. It’s just fourteen days.”
“The fact that you say a bigger number now it’s even worse…” He complained, sounding like a real child.
“It’s the same amount.” You couldn’t help but laugh at what your partner was saying, while walking through the city, admiring the pretty shop windows lit up at night.
“It looks bigger though.” You could hear a small smile in his voice, but you could also tell something wasn’t quite right.
“Are you okay?” You asked, after a brief silence. He took a moment to answer, and when he did, his smile seemed to have completely disappeared.
“To be honest, it has been a day.”
“Oh… Sorry.” And you hadn’t been able to be there for him. You had made him wait a couple more hours. With a reason, of course.
“Why? You’re not the one who gave me a thousand exams to grade, ma’am” You smiled at his words. He knew you loved when he called you that.
“But I haven’t been able to talk with you today.”
“It would’ve been a tiring day anyway. Besides, we’re talking now, aren’t we?”
And the smile that appeared on your face was priceless. Not just because you loved your partner so much, but because of how happy the place you had just arrived at made you feel.
“About that… I’ve got bad news. I’ve arrived at the meeting place, and I have to hang up.”
The silence lasted a few seconds, and just when you were about to ask if he was still there, his sweet, soft voice came out again. “ ‘key hon. Good luck.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
You got into the elevator in silence, carrying your suitcase and trying to avoid making too much noise. When you reached the top floor, you gently opened the door, with your heart in your throat, and stepped quietly into the beautiful apartment.
You didn’t have to walk far to see him. He was standing in front of the huge tinted glass of the living room, looking out at the view of the bright night city from above. You couldn’t say anything more than... “Wow.”
There wasn’t a single strand of hair in a bun, like it used to be. It all fell down his back and strong shoulders gently, like a beautiful gold waterfall, grabbed directly from a fairy tale.
He was only wearing his loose pajama pants, leaving his torso as exposed as a work of art in a museum, allowing you to admire every muscle barely defined by the hard work of being a hero.
The house smelled like him. That citrusy mix of his cologne and the scent of the leather from his hero suit. You inhaled softly, taking in the air as he turned to look at you. And then, you saw them.
His glasses.
He was wearing those beautiful glasses that made his eyes slightly smaller. The ones you loved seeing on him, but you liked even more taking off.
Then, his face was a poem. You could feel the exhaustion you heard in his voice on the phone, but the surprise and happiness that now showed his expression were something completely different. He opened his mouth, with an excitement that filled his chest.
“Honey!”
You were sure the neighbors were going to complain about the shout at this hour, but you couldn’t care less. Right now, all you wanted to do was run toward your fiancé and hug him with all your soul.
And that’s exactly what you did. You left your suitcase in the hallway, quickly walking toward him with excitement, while taking off your coat. He stretched out his arms, hugging you as soon as you were close to his body.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He murmured, with his face hidden in your neck after a few seconds of silence. “I could’ve prepared something. Are you hungry?”
“Don’t worry. It was a surprise.” And he pulled away to look you in the eyes. Those beautiful emeralds making you feel like a little girl gazing at the stars.
“And I loved it. Come on, you’re going to tell me everything about the trip.”
He carried you in his arms to the sofa, where he sat down and placed you straddling his legs, starting to make gentle circles with his fingers on your skin.
“I’m all ears, honey.” And eyes, apparently, because he couldn’t stop looking at you, from top to bottom, with detail, trying to save his beautiful fiancée in his mind.
“Well, I didn’t have any drama on the plane. And that’s weird. Everything was really calm, and I even…” You rested your hands on his neck, softly massaging the curve that connected it to his shoulders. “...I even managed to sleep a little.”
“Oh God, but what are my ears hearing?” He exaggerated, with a smile. “I hope you didn’t disturb the whole plane with your snoring.”
“Hey!” You gently hit his shoulder, while the blonde’s loud laugh echoed through the room. You looked at him with a sparkle on your face that was impossible to describe. But he noticed.
“I love you.”
Then, his words pulled you out of your thoughts. The smile on your lips grew even bigger, raising your flushed cheeks to cover your eyes a little. “And I love you.”
He stayed there, in silence, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and gently brushing the rest with affection.
“Are you going to kiss me then? ‘cus I think if I stay here for five more minutes, I’ll end up looking like a porcelain statue–”
And before he could finish the sentence, you had already pressed your lips to his in a needed kiss. Just three months had been enough to long for his kisses more than breathing. He, despite seeming more tired, returned it with the same passion, holding your waist firmly.
“I’ve –fuck– I’ve missed you.” He whispered in between kisses, that were never calmed. He was almost desperately devouring you, his hands exploring your legs, nearly breathless from the need to steal yours with his lips.
“I know.” You tried to speak as little as possible, focused on kissing him. Until the frame of his glasses brushed against your skin, and you knew what was coming.
He pulled away for a moment, and in an instant, almost with irritation, he took off his glasses and throwed them carelessly to the other side of the sofa.
And with that simple gesture, you knew he had you at his mercy. And he seemed not to even notice, so focused on consuming your lips that he didn’t realize how your legs were tightening around his.
“Is riding me on your agenda tonight, babe?” Or, maybe, he did notice.
The whisper in between made you squeeze his thighs with more strength. Then, with his charismatic smile, he put his hands on your ass and got you closer to where he wanted you.
“‘cus I can be on top if you’re tired from your trip, what do you want?”
He was always such a talker. And, why would you lie? you loved it. But, right now, the last thing you wanted was talking, so you began to move your hips against him, slowly and deliberately.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and a flame surged through your body as you watched his head fall back. “Oh… That’s it… fuck…” His voice was beginning to grow slightly hoarse, but it never lost that strong, loud tone that was so his.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. His beautiful green eyes disappeared behind his eyelids, while you felt your fiancé slowly growing beneath the fabric of your pants.
“Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed that skin...”
His hands slid into your pants, and the moment his fingers brushed the fabric, his gaze shot up. That familiar sly smile tugged at his lips as his eyelids fell slightly.
“So it was on your agenda, huh?” he said, beginning to stroke your skin slowly, toying with the lace waistband using his slender, slightly calloused fingers. “If not, why would you put on that beautiful clothes, huh?”
“Maybe I just wanted to~.” You played along, flashing a mischievous smile.
“Yeah, fuck you.” He gave you the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen.
“Yeah, fuck me.” You whispered back.
And he took it as a challenge.
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for @alienaiver for the Milestone Event Week 3 - follow up to part 2
“What are your thoughts on marriage?” Hizashi asks on your third date.
You’re familiar with his brain by now, the way he has a gas pedal where everyone else has a filter, the thoughts shooting out of him almost too fast to catch.
You put your bite back down and consider your next words.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind getting married per se,” you tell him, your eyes on the perfectly made Katsudon in front of you - Hizashi had invited you over for Dinner, showing off his cooking skills while simultaneously confessing to his absolute lack of green thumb-ness. “But I’m not in a rush or anything. I am happy alone, so I’m not settling for anything less. Does that make sense?”
“Absolutely,” Hizashi nods and nods and nods. “Absolutely. I was thinking the same, actually.”
“Really?” You peer up at him with a smile. “Something tells me you thought a little differently before this conversation.”
He blushes a pretty pink. “Well, I… once you’ll meet my parents you’ll understand. I only know them as a happy couple and it’s always been my goal to end up like that too, you know? But it’s hard with three jobs and a brain like mine to find someone compatible, you know?”
“I get that,” you nod. And then your smile widens. “Tell me,” you lean in, “Do you have a wedding Pinterest board as well?”
“As well?” His eyes widen. “Don’t tell me you have one too. Oooh, wait till you see that absolutely rocking suit inspiration I found there. Oh, and the decor!”
-
“Did I tell you…” Hizashi mumbles quietly, his head in your lap, “My Cousin’s work friend’s sister got proposed to.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he yawns. He’s had a long week. And while you love him in every way, you cherish these moments when his brain slows down and he basically turns into a human version of Spot the Family Cat.
“How did she get proposed to.”
“Oh, right.” He yawns again. “Well, she’s an avid Disney fan and they went to a theme park. There’s a Parade there, you know, and at the height of it, her now fiance went down on one knee. It’s very romantic and the pictures were amazing.”
“Hmm,” you gently stroke his hair, still damp from the shower. “I love how everyone has different dreams for their proposals. Can you imagine someone proposing to Shouta like that?”
Hizashi snorts. “He’d bail. No, he wouldn’t even make it through the gates of the park.”
You laugh along with him, your thoughts wandering.
“When I propose to you,” Hizashi says, the words almost slurred from exhaustion, “I’m gonna do it in a way you’re going to love. But it’s going to be such a cool surprise.”
“I bet on it,” you press your fingertips to your lips and then to his, the softest kind of kiss. “Sleep now, baby. You’re exhausted.”
He doesn’t answer, his eyes already closed. But he’s smiling, soft and whistful, even in his sleep.
-
“Have you seen my necklace,” you ask Hizashi, looking around your apartment. “I put it on the desk, I swear.”
“Oh, this one?” He lifts something from the coffee table.
“Yes, how did it get there? I swear I put it on the desk.”
“Maybe it grew legs.”
“Sure it did.” You lean in to kiss him. “Can you put it around my neck, please?”
“Sure do. By the way, do you ever wear rings? Kayama’s cousin’s nephew is currently obsessed with making rings from wire and they look so cool. I almost bought a dozen but then I thought I should better ask you first.”
You laugh. “I’d love to, but my hands hurt so often, and what if I need my cane? I could only use them on good days where I’m mostly at home, so it’s a very rare treat to wear one.”
“Got it,” he nods. “I could ask him about bracelets though, right?”
You hesitate. “I guess if they’re easy to open? I can’t wear anything permanently because I never know what the doctors make me go through next. And you’re not always there to help me take them on and off.”
“True,” he leans in to kiss you again. “But it will give the kid something to do to figure out something for you, right?”
You laugh. “That’s true. But don’t make him do too much work.”
“Ah, he better spend his time making bracelets than doing crime.”
-
“Goodbye love,” Hizashi presses a kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to text me if you end up listening to my radio show.”
You yawn. “I’ll set an alarm.”
A shadow of something moves over his face. “You don’t have to,” he promises, “But I’d love it if you did. Just tell me when you do, okay?”
“Why?” You blink away the exhaustion. “Did you plan something?”
“Yes, but it’s a surprise. But it doesn’t have to be tonight if you’re not feeling up for it. I’d rather you sleep.”
“Okay,” You kiss him once more before sending him off, promptly forgetting about the conversation as you fall into a slumber.
Your alarm wakes you just short of midnight and it takes you a minute to recognize your surroundings or the reason for your alarm, but then you get up and shuffle into the kitchen for a quick snack to keep you up.
You had planned to stay awake this morning, though the day had swept that thought out of your mind. But you’re awake now, and you’re staying awake and even though you’ve missed a good hour of his show you know it really starts going around midnight.
You pull out your phone to text him just as you turn the radio on, listening to one of your favorite songs play.
Hizashi’s voice is a little tight when he speaks next. Your message to him was only liked but not answered.
“Hellooooo Listeners! Those among you who are regulars might have noticed that I’ve kept playing this song a lot these past weeks. Fear not, we’re almost over with my obsession with it.” You chuckle along with him. “Today’s a special night because we have a very special listener, the love of my life. Now I hope you’re listening well, love, because I’m going to ask you a question through the next few songs. Can you guess it? And to all my listeners out there, if you’d been wondering too, tonight is the night to ask that very important question that wants to be answered.”
He transitions into another song about everlasting love, one he’d called sappy before with a twinkle in his eyes. Then another love song. And another. You recognize them from his collection of “Songs to walk down the aisle to” and the question he’s going to ask you becomes clearer and clearer.
You text him, just his name and nothing more and his response is a winking emoji.
Then: “Do you wanna call into the studio or would you rather have me ask over text?”
You call.
And it’s weird, sitting alone at home with him this far away, hearing his voice over the radio and in your ear, but it doesn’t matter that much when you can hear that light chuckle in his words, that love you can almost feel whenever he speaks or falls quiet.
“Do you want to marry me?”
“Yes!”
“She said yes, Listeners!” Hizashi crows out, and you laugh, carefree and happy despite the late hour and the strange set-up. He loves you, and you love him, and why shouldn’t the whole world know?
“I’ve got you that bracelet I told you about,” he tells you next, quieter. “I hid it in my nightstand. Don’t go looking for it until I’m home.”
“I’ll promise no such thing!”
He laughs, just as carefree and happy and in love.
Yamada Hizashi x afab!reader (genderneutral language, but subject is periods.)
wordcount: 697!
for @dira333 - made it purposefully as vague as possible. asking for details would chance a reveal of my little gift. still hope it brings a little comfort even if im off, though!
When the front door unlocks and swings open, you’re not prepared for the boom of sound traveling through the apartment. To be honest, when you’d sent him the list of groceries, you assumed he’d realize why you needed those things.
“Hello my favorite listener!!!!”
It’s so loud that you instantly wince, hiding underneath the mountains of blankets as fast as possible. Yamada strolls in with a grocery bag in one hand and a bag from the convenience store in the other, his smile bright and wide.
Until he sees the human-shaped lump on the couch. His expression drops as he scolds himself mentally, too excited to come home to you to really think his actions through. He knew and yet, he forgot during the short travel home. He feels silly.
“Baby,” he coos gently, sneaking to the couch and crouching in front of your face. You groan from within and he reaches inside your wall of fluff to pet your hair, “I brought all the stuff you need.” he says, his voice as gentle as he’s able, albeit scratchy. It’s been a long day.
You whine before you slowly lift off the blankets to show your puffy face. Yamada smiles at you, warm and welcoming. “How’s the pain?” he asks, his hand traveling from your hair to your cheek. You lean into the touch.
As you seem to ponder how inflicted you are, he starts unpacking the bags next to him, putting the medicine and the snacks on the coffee table right next to you, together with the ion-supply water and ready meal from the convenience store. He’s hoping your favorite konbini meal will entice you to get something down because something is better than nothing.
The scent of the already heated meal seems to interest you, your nose sniffing around to see what he’s got behind him. You hum out a small thank you when you realize he went off the list in the best way. It’s just what you need.
“Can you sit, my love?” he asks, breaking the single use chopsticks apart and handing you the water first so you can re-hydrate. With a wince you start to push yourself up, sitting up slumped. He smiles at you, “good job.”
The praise feels like what he says to his students all day when they get an answer ready, so you shake your head with a smile before you take a sip of the water, the neutral taste making you gulp down another sip. He exchanges the bottle with the plastic container smoothly, “it’s a little hot. It cooled down a little on the way home, but be careful.”
Blearily, you accept and take in a deep breath through your nose, bracing for the nausea. You straighten up happily when nothing arrives but a pang of hunger. It must be your lucky day.
While you eat, Yamada puts the rest of the things he bought away that needs to go in the fridge or the cabinets. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with his usual debriefing of the day conversation, unless you initiate it yourself. He comes back to the container empty and you lying back down, the seal of the medication already opened and the correct dosage taken.
He smiles and circle the couch, crawling at an awkward angle over the backrest to come up behind you. You huff out a laugh through your nose as you wiggle yourself forward to make room for him. He sighs contentedly when his long limps are settled around you, a hand drawing circles into the upper part of your stomach. He nuzzles into your neck, “let me know what you need whenever you need it, yeah? I’ll get it to you lickity split.”
You can’t stop the laughter from leaving you at the use of expression, pushing back towards him, “you really are my hero. Thank you.” you strain your neck to give him a soft peck on the lips and he hums into it, his lips still split into a smile. When you pull back you look into his eyes again, “really, thank you. For being here through it.”
cw: fluff, established relationship, radio show host Mic, both Mic and reader are UA teachers, absolutely self-indulgent because i’m soft for this man
wc: 947 words
every friday night in your household is the same. Yamada is peppering your face with kisses and you are trying to push him away, shoving a mug with freshly brewed coffee and bento with his favourite sugary snacks in his hands. pressing the last quick kiss to his lips you kick him out of your apartment, screaming “you’re gonna be late, idiot! your listeners are waiting!” and slamming the door shut trying to contain your laughter.
30 minutes later you put the headphones on and tune in to listen to his radio show.
every friday night he tells you to not stay up all night to listen to him, you have the unlimited subscription to his voice after all, and you just put on the most serious face and nod in agreement. and yet you both know that you’re gonna be up, listening to him, doing errands around the house, grading homework during commercial breaks, taking a bath when the show is about to end and crawling under the covers by the time he comes back home.
this night is no different and you feel giddy when your hear Yamada’s voice, just as hyper as when he’s at school talking to his students.
“weeell heeello hello hello my dear listeners! this is Put Your Hands Up! radio and your loyal host Present Mic! how are we feeling this friday night? my little helpers told me that you wanted the theme of tonight to be LOVE? oh listeners, is that what the sakura season does to you? well, i would gladly oblige but only if you promise me to PUT! YOUR! HANDS! UP! to hug someone you love! and don’t forget to call to talk about love and send your requests! aaand OFF WE GO!”
god he’s goofy. goofy in the best, warmest way you could imagine and you smile at the thought that both his loud, goofy, eccentric and tender, soft, loving sides are all yours.
almost every song is a request from his listeners: a guy telling that he’s gonna propose to his girlfriend in 2 weeks, an elderly woman asking to put on the song she had her first dance to with her husband 50 years ago, a bunch of teenagers asking for a loud love song they can dance to, a song to daydream about their crush to, a song to show that they feel like they love the whole world tonight, a song that feels like being in love… it’s a non-stop stream of love stories of any sorts, and if someone isn’t asking for anything specific he picks the best ones for the listeners mood.
you listen to every question, answering them as if you were his co-host, and you’re almost too caught up in your talk to the bathroom mirror when you hear the next question.
the voice on the other side of the line is so unsure it makes you feel for the person calling.
“hello, m-mister Present Mic. i n-need your advice. i gave my classmate chocolates for the valentine’s day, and and and white day is coming soon and i’m worried he won’t understand or he won’t return my feeling or, or, or i don’t know and i just need your advice”
this voice is oddly familiar. distorted by the phone and radio waves, you still hear someone you already know. well, at least if you were hosting the show together Yamada would’ve reacted way faster than you, just like he did right now.
“come on, listener, i know that having a crush could be terrifying, but i also know that you’re extremely brave because you’ve already done your part and confessed your feelings! you know, even if he won’t return them, i want you to keep being brave and keep showing this world your love. but i will cross my fingers for the next four days and hope he’ll say yes! is there a song you want to request for tonight? and OI! if he’s your classmate, aren’t you up too late?” he finishes with a quick laugh. his voice was surprisingly soft for this whole speech and you can’t help but wonder, did he see himself in that listener? was he reminiscing about his school days?
“i will go to bed right after the song! i promise!” the unsure stutter is gone, and she sounds absolutely relieved. “i… can i request heroes by david bowie?”
“coming right up, listener! enjoy and don’t forget what i told ya! keep being a hero with a big loving heart!”
and it all clicks. you know this girl. she’s your student and you can’t help but wonder if Yamada recognised her voice. and you know that you’re gonna root for her, even tho you know love could be quite cruel to both heroes and quirkless people alike. but you also know that without love none of you would’ve become the people you are now.
“and i would love to end this beautiful night with a song of my choice”, Yamada’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “it’s unforgettable by nat king cole, i hope you enjoy and don’t forget that love is what keeps us moving forward. see ya next week, listeners! Mic signing off!”
by the time Yamada comes back home, you’re about to go to bed. he’s puts two paper cups of coffee and some fresh pastry on the table, smiling apologetically.
“i know the coffee is pretty shitty, but that’s the only thing i found this early”
“it’s my favourite one” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss on his jawline.
and yes, you do think that he’s unforgettable too.
Warnings: None as far as I’m aware. In Toshi’s it mentions that the shirt is huge on reader. But that’s bc it’s an All Might shirt and that man is canonically like seven feet tall even when he’s not muscle boy. Hmm. Besides that I think we good! Reader is referred to with gender neutral (they/them) pronouns.
Genre: Fluff
Hizashi Yamada
- This bitch. I just know he actively encourages this.
- He thinks he’s being subtle, he really does.
- But when he bounces into the room holding an armful of his various jackets, ranging from leather to denim, fuzzy to hoodies, you can’t help but think he almost definitely wants something.
- The something is for you to wear his clothes.
- He finally succeeds in his mission (affectionately dubbed in his mind as “Mission Impossible: Y/N In a Present Mic Hoodie) one day while he’s teaching.
- He had left his favorite hoodie, one he only really wore at home, yet usually took with him to work, on the couch, balled up from where he’d been cuddling with it (more on that particular subject in a later hc)
- This was, of course, the perfect opportunity.
Hizashi’s comfort item smelled just like he did. It was the melody of rain, or perhaps the taste of fresh kimchi. It was loud in a comforting way. Quite reminiscent of the energetic man you had come to love dearly.
You slipped the fabric over your shoulders, letting the feeling of it settle against you. A small sigh escaped you at the warmth of it. Even though it had been left on the cushion a few hours ago, it felt like it had been pulled straight from the dryer.
Laying down against the uncomfortable decorative pillows on the couch, you felt your senses dim. You were entranced by the sweater, and you let it invade your mind. Images of Hizashi wearing the sweater on various dates and excursions danced around your closed eyelids. You felt yourself falling into a pleasant sleep. Not a full sleep, but a gentle doze, much like one might have by putting their head on their desk after they finish a standardized exam. The quiet lull of the room around you, the memories of your lover, the comfort of the sweater; they all worked to pull you into a dreamlike state.
Hours passed unnoticed, and before long, you were aware in the back of your mind of the door to your home opening and closing. Energetic footsteps moved in the general direction of the living room, stopping a few times in other rooms. Methodical, like a hero should be.
Hizashi finally got to the room you were in. He was going to call out to you, to say a silly greeting like he usually did. But before he could, he saw your sleeping shape curled up on the couch. Wearing his favorite hoodie. Of all the jackets and things he’d offered (including his socks on one occasion) he’d never thought to let you wear this one. But here you were, lying in it. And he swore he’d never seen a more perfect sight.
He walked carefully over to you, his breathing purposefully gentle so as not to wake you. Coming to the couch, he sat as delicately as a 6’1” behemoth of a man can, especially when the man in question is a DJ who bases his entire public identity on being loud as hell. All this to say, he immediately roused you from the depths of your peaceful slumber.
You weren’t particularly bothered. You smiled at him softly, placing a soft hand on top of his own, which was currently resting awkwardly next to you.
“Hi, ‘Zashi. I think I heard you come in…” Your voice was heavy with sleep, and he felt a little bad for waking you. Or, he would have felt bad, had you not sounded absolutely adorable with your brain foggy like that.
“Hi, angel. Nice sweater you’ve got there.” He grinned while he said the last part, gesturing to his clothing zipped around you. You giggled, snuggling back into the couch and attempting to pull him with you. He followed happily, sighing as he settled against your side.
“Yeah,” you said. “It belongs to my favorite person.”
Shouta Aizawa
- So fun fact! Shouta is quite conflicted about you wearing his things
- On the one hand, cute partner wear him clothes!! Cute partner v cute!!!!
- On the other hand, pls don’t fuck with his stuff.
- To combat this constant mental dissonance, he has a box of Designated Stealable Items
- Anything you can find in the box is free to steal and wear.
- He often puts things in the box as an experiment, like “well, maybe it’s okay if they wear my favorite black sweater” but then takes them out after a few days because he doesn’t actually like that.
- But some things are permanent box items. These are items that he wears frequently enough that they retain his scent and general feel, but also you wear them often too.
- Also sometimes, he stops wearing a particular thing, just because he thinks you look way better in it, so it leaves the box and migrates to your closet.
- His favorite to see you in is a fuzzy black hoodie with cat ears on it that someone (probably Joke or Zashi) bought him as a joke. He never wears it outside the house, but he wears it on movie nights with you. And you wear it the entire rest of the time.
“Hey kitty-cat. What’cha doing?” He doesn’t look up when he hears you come in to the little office you guys put your computers in. He simply stretches his arm out and pats his thigh. You take this to mean “hey come here and sit on my lap please,” so you go do just that.
Curling an arm around your waist, he feels the soft material of the cat hoodie. He hums and smiles a small bit, finally looking up at you on his lap, eagerly awaiting your response to his question.
“Not much, love, just missed you. Still grading?” You ask, shifting a bit to sit more comfortably in his lap, running a hand through his hair. He nods, lifting the bundle of papers in his hand.
“I think if these kids cared any less about writing papers, they would just not come to class. For wanting to be professional heroes, they resist learning criminal law like the plague.” You laugh a bit, looking down at the papers in question. True to his word, it appears that under the question “What should a hero do when faced with a criminal committing petty theft?” Bakugou has written “Just kill them, obviously.” You point at the response with a single raised brow, looking to your lover with suspicion.
“Is he serious?”
Much to your disappointment, Shouta nods with a sigh. “He tends to say this on every question that asks what to do with a criminal. Moving on though, let’s talk about you. You look nice. I like your sweater.”
“Do you now? Thank you. It’s actually my partner’s. I’ll tell him you like it.” You smile down to him, watching the way he rolls his eyes, a fond smile playing at his lips.
“You should tell him I think his partner is hot and I’m gonna steal them from him.” He grasps your waist more firmly, pulling you closer into his chest. You go easily, cuddling into this sudden display of affection. While not uncommon, each of Shouta’s advancements come with a bit of anxiety on his part. You do your best to alleviate this by reciprocating with at least twice the attention he’s given you. He seems to appreciate this, as he’s now fully set aside his work, choosing instead to lift you up and carry you into the living room, setting you down in front of the television set.
You look at him rushing about the apartment, head tilted slightly in an indication of your confusion. “Sho? What, uh.. What’re you doin there bud?”
He stops in front of you, various items nearly spilling out of his abnormally large hands. “That’s the movie night hoodie. So it’s movie time now.” He says this as if it should be perfectly expected, finally plopping his collection of things down on the end of the couch, followed by himself directly next to you. “Ok quick…”
“Yes?” You inquire, still looking at him incredulously.
“What movie do you wanna watch?” He says this in the exact monotone he uses in front of his class, but the gleam of excitement in his eye says that he might be a bit more interested in this than he’s letting on.
You pretend to contemplate for exactly three seconds before saying what you always say, “The entire Pixar filmography, in chronological order that fits in accordance with the Pixar theory.”
He pretends to hate your suggestion for exactly five seconds before grinning widely, winking at you, and turning on the television to show it already connected to Disney+.
Toshinori Yagi
- So it’s kinda hard to wear most of his clothes, purely because they’re designed to be able to fit both civilian and hero Toshi. In other words, they look baggy on a tiny person and uncomfortably tight on a larger person.
- No matter one’s body weight/fat distribution, you will look like banana encrusted garbage in anything he owns.
- So if you’re going to wear his shirts, you do so at night. You can wear the All Might form shirts as night clothes. No matter your size, they will hang off your body like a nightdress because he’s fuckin huge in that form.
- He finds this adorable. He’s already prone to nosebleeds, but when you show up wearing his shirt, wrapped in a blanket, begging him to stop working and go to sleep already, his nose just… flood.
- You stopped finding that gross like two weeks into your relationship, so you kinda think that’s cute now.
- Anyway. He loves you in his clothes, but he loves even more sleeping next to you when you’re in them.
- Cuddling next to you while you’re drowning in soft fabric feels like a combination of an extra blanket and a large, human-sized plushie that is warm.
“Toshi.” He tenses up, hearing your ‘why tf are you working at eleven pm’ voice. He turns around in his chair slowly, meeting your gaze for just about half a second before his eyes snap down to the enormous shirt engulfing you. It was bright yellow, a color that you didn’t usually wear, but it was his favorite color. He blushed up to his ears, nose beginning to trickle a bit of blood down past his lips.
“Yes, darling?” He tried the innocence approach, hoping that you would think he truly didn’t know what time it was. You noticed.
“It’s super late, Toshi. I’ve been laying in that bed for like four hours now, and I miss you. So if you don’t mind, please kindly get your ass to bed.” You spoke calmly, words turning sharp at calculated points. You see him pale slightly, which you would feel bad about, if you didn’t have to do this every single night.
He nods quickly, wiping the blood from his face as discreetly as possible. Which, to be fair, is not very discreet considering the blood had been running in streams down his chin. But he really does try.
He stands up from his chair, legs wavering and back making gruesome sounding clicks and pops. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, muttering a quiet “woah” under his breath. You rush to his side, attempting to steady him. He takes hold of your shoulder, getting his legs to cooperate while his feet regain feeling.
“Toshi, did you eat since you got home? Or had water? When was the last time you stood up from that chair?” Your tone turns softly concerned, having not realized how much he had been neglecting himself. Come to think of it, before you had gone to lay down, he had been right there, in that exact position. Had he really not moved at all in those four hours?
He thought for a moment, which was already kind of a bad sign. “I did eat, I remember that. I had the stuff you made. The omelet thing.” You nod. “But I haven’t had any water. And I haven’t stood up since I ate that about three hours ago.” You nod again, slowly this time. While none of that was ideal, you didn’t want to berate him about it.
“Ok, my darling. Could you go into the bedroom and lay down? I’m going to get you some water.” He smiled at you, and turned to leave.
“Ah, wait!” He looked back at you quizzically. “Do you want ice in your water?” He laughed at how serious you sounded asking him that before walking back over to you, kissing the top of your head, and turning to leave again.
“Ice, please.”
You get the water and return to the bedroom to find a suddenly very sleepy Toshi. He has a little smile on his face when he sees you, and he sits up to drink his water, continuing to smile at you as he drinks.
“What? You’re looking at me funny.” you flick his arm, wondering what could possibly have him looking at you like a lovesick puppy.
“I love when you wear my shirts.” He responds simply, tugging you to sit next to him so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders as he finishes his drink. You feel your face heat a bit at his words, choosing not to say anything to that admission.
When the water is gone, the cup of leftover ice now abandoned on the bedside table, Toshi pulls you to lay next to him, wrapping his arms around you entirely, nudging ever closer whenever he feels the urge.
For some reason, you think you might wear this shirt to sleep more often.
Emi Fukukado
- To be honest, she used to hate when people wore her clothes.
- Something about knowing she wasn’t in control of her things, even if just for a moment. It bothered her
- But for reasons unknown to her and you alike, she actively encourages you to wear her things.
- Well, not anything. Just one in particular.
- She has a crew neck sweatshirt from back in her pre-heroism days. It looks kinda funny. It’s supposed to be bright orange, but the shoulders and top of the back are blotchy with bleach stains and blue-green hair dye.
- You found it in a box one time, and when you showed her, you could swear her laugh could be heard around the block.
- She had insisted you put it on immediately, saying something about the “inherent romanticism of sharing a hair dye shirt”
- Though you had rolled your eyes, you were not resisting when she pulled it over your head.
- And as a result, it was sort of your favorite shirt now.
- If not for the comfiness of the material, then it was the way that Emi blushed when you walked in wearing it.
Yawning, you walked into the kitchen, arms stretched up above your head. You threw open the fridge doors, sluggishly looking at the available options before grabbing eggs and a bell pepper. Emi liked omelets, right? Yeah. You were pretty sure she did. You couldn’t remember through the intense brain fog that comes with waking up early.
Across the hall, you heard the shower water turn off. You rushed to start cooking, chopping up the peppers into cubes as evenly as one can when one is in a hurry to feed one’s pro hero girlfriend before she leaves to teach a group of hero class kids. Luckily, you did not cut your appendages with the large knife you were using.
A pair of soft yet energetic footsteps pattered in the direction of the kitchen, and you were now a bit closer to having breakfast ready. Eggs were in the pan, peppers being sprinkled on top. A warm, damp set of arms wound their way around your stomach, and Emi’s face was now pressed in the crook of your neck.
“Good morning. You like omelets, right?” you turned your head slightly to try to catch her eyes, mostly only getting glimpses of her water-darkened hair on your shoulder.
She nodded, lifting her head a bit to smile at you. “I like everything you cook.” She stepped back from you, pulling herself up to sit on the counter beside you. Finally taking in your appearance, she noticed the orange sweatshirt you were wearing. Her face turned a light pink, but she kept staring. “You look good today.” she said, reaching out to toy with your sleeve.
You laughed. “Yeah? Glad you think so. You look beautiful.” You turned your head away a bit, not wanting her to see the dopey smile that had taken over your face. You always grinned like a teenager when she complimented you. Especially when it was about this shirt. It had some sort of romantic-psychological hold over the two of you.
When you turned your head back, she was closer than before. Her eyes were sparkling; the usual dark green turning a more seafoam color. Her face inches from yours. She was giggling, pleased by the expression of surprise that had fallen over you.
“Thanks for cooking for me.” she said, gripping your shirt to pull you in for a gentle kiss. When you pulled back, she glanced down at the pan of eggs with a grin. “Try not to burn them though.”
Keigo Takami
- There is no “he likes when you wear his clothes”
- That’s no longer a thing.
- Because he doesn’t just like it. It is required.
- If you aren’t wearing a shirt of his, or his sweatpants, or at least some merch of his, then it’s probably because he’s done something wrong.
- Which is not very frequent. He’s an incredibly attentive partner, and anything he does wrong is likely because he took a joke too far or because he didn’t know what to say in a particular situation.
- All this to say: you pretty much exclusively wear his clothes, so it doesn’t really faze him anymore.
- UNLESS
- Unless you wear this one shirt.
- It is flannel, and very large. It looks like he beat up a lumberjack and stole his shirt. It’s his favorite to see you in.
- When you wear it, he fully stops what he’s doing. Just scoops you up and tells you it’s cuddle time.
- And if you’re sleeping already, he lays down next to you and like,,, nuzzles into you.
- If you’ve ever seen birds do that puffy feather/preening thing. That is what he does.
Keigo has been walking in circles around your shared apartment for hours now. You’ve been gone all day, and he thought he would get to see you right after he’d finished patrols early that morning. But it appeared at this moment that he might not get to see you for a while.
He knows, logically, that you’ve just gone to work. That since it’s nearly five pm, you’ll be home very soon. But he’s not thinking very logically at the moment. In fact, he’s fully debating calling his agency and putting out an alert for you. Just as he’s about to pick up his phone to do just that, the door opens.
You aren’t three steps past the threshold of your home before you’re being swept up into the arms of your winged lover. You shriek, not expecting anyone to be home before you, and consequently thinking you were about to be brutally murdered. However, after a split second of panic, your rational thinking kicked in and you realized it was Keigo.
He sets you down, laughing a bit, before realizing what you’re wearing. It’s the shirt. You’ve put on the shirt that you only ever wear for sleeping or cuddling, and you’ve tied it in a knot where it meets your waist. He’s a bit stunned. It’s a new style, sure, but that’s not the cause of the warm blush creeping up his cheeks. The cause is that you wore that in public. You wore it to work. People have seen you like that. The thought makes him giddy.
“Your shirt…” He starts, attempting to talk about how nice you look, but instead just staring at you with a dumb smile on his face.
“My shirt, Keigo?” You smile back. Truthfully, you hadn’t had time when you’d gotten up that morning to put on a different shirt, after you’d slept in this one. But you had done your absolute best to make it look put together. You’d only noticed which shirt it was once you had gotten to work, and by then it was too late to pick a different one. So you’d decided to keep it, wondering what Keigo would think when you returned home.
“It’s uh… You don’t usually wear it that way, do you?” He knew the answer to that. You had never worn it that way. But he wasn’t really sure what to say besides that.
“Nope. Trying something new, I suppose. Do you like it?” You spoke nervously, afraid that maybe he thought it looked stupid, or he was upset you’d stolen his shirt outside of the house. But he nodded quickly, and his grin returned.
“Since you’re wearing it, I think that means it’s cuddle time.” He straightened his spine, puffing his chest in a very bird-like manner, ready to drag you to the couch as soon as you gave the word.
Once you nodded, he was off. You were placed neatly at the end of the couch, propped up on several throw pillows, and Keigo draped himself over you like a koala bear. It was comfortable. Warm. You could fall asleep like that if you just…
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”
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