If you were a reporter in MHA and could get an interview with any character, who would it be and why?
Ok... this might be unexpected, but number one might be Principal Nedzu.
I wanna know what the fuck he was thinking with some of his choices while running UA. He has an intelligence quirk and couldn't redesign the entrance exam to apply to noncombat quirks? The budget is insane. Why does the school only rely on a single old woman's quirk when constantly putting their students in dangerous situations in the name of training? Why did he let the R-rated hero teach a bunch of teenagers?
How many of the teachers are actually qualified to teach? Like, how many if them have teaching licenses? The teachers that do the core classes (Math, Language, etc)and Power Loader are the only ones I don't doubt(even if Power Loader needs to be stricter with safety standards). The actual Hero courses, basically, are the ones I have questions about.
Why not get some non-hero staff to teach the core subjects and expand the classes so you can take advantage of the massive amounts of applicants they get every year? Let the hero teachers focus on the hero-specific classes like training or law, abd put normal teachers on the other subjects. It gives them more time to do actual hero work too. Not to mention, top hero school in the country yet you only have up to 40 hero students per year. That's less than half of the total students! Gen Ed, Business, Support, all make up more than the hero course in a school that's supposed to be a hero school.
Also, just... what is he? Harmless curiosity, but the running joke of his mysterious species gets me.
when I was in high school we used to have a lot of events at the end of the school year but the one everyone most looked forward to without fail was the massive dodgeball tournament between grade levels. freshmen played sophomores, juniors played seniors, the winners played each other, and then the reigning champions did battle with the teachers. anyway I think this event would be both incredibly dangerous and universally beloved at UA
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The Todoroki Family is an interesting case study in how people cope with toxic familial relationships.
The premise with Rei and Enji was already flawed — it was a quirk marriage, plain and simple, and there's no sugarcoating. Except there are layers, because humans aren't one-toned caricatures of a personality. I think that's something the BNHA fandom forgets a little.
Two things can be true at the same time: Enji was an abusive father and he was a grieving man too.
So he can remember Rei's favorite flower even after being the reason she's sent to the psychiatric ward. This isn't excusing his actions whatsoever, but I think it's kind of neat to explore these types of flawed characters and relationships in media.
For me each of the Todoroki family members embody coping with toxic/abusive situations differently. Each of the Todoroki children have been abused and/or neglected somehow. The way they cope with it is very, very different though.
Toya is clearly resentful, and he represents a version of self-fulfilling toxic cycle kind of? Instead of bottling it up, he is destructive, makes it everyone's problem because his primary issue was attention.
Fuyumi, on the other hand, is the typical eldest daughter. She's bargaining, always trying to fix what's broken, never coming to terms with the fact that it is broken and sometimes it's okay to let it be as such. She dreams of a perfect family dynamic (including Enji) despite having NEVER experienced it once.
Natsuo is resentful, just like Toya, but instead of being destructive/hurting others because he was hurt, he withdraws. He stops engaging, trying to make things better, resents but considers it a lived reality. The closest comparison would be people who cut off contact with toxic family members after moving out, or only turning up at holidays occasionally because that one family member.
And Shoto, true to what Rei and Hawks said, is truly a gem. Because he embodies the balance across all of these versions. He's not destructive, nor is he bargaining or withdrawn. I know the age old debate about blood versus water, family over friends etc. and how no matter what or how, a part of you will always be tied to your family. Everyone has their own perspective on the matter (can your chosen family ever completely erase your biological family?) but I think Shoto represents a type of person who acknowledges both sides equally.
Natsuo rejects his biological family at the end of BNHA, especially whatever patchwork healed version Rei and Enji could create. It's simply not worth the heartache anymore, he choses his chosen family. And that's fine.
Shoto, instead, accepts the good, the bad and the ugly. It always struck me as weird why he felt he had to confront Toya and talk him down himself. It was Enji's fight, "Dabi" made more sense as his foil. I know a lot of people were disappointed Shoto 'forgave' Enji, but I don't think that's case?
It seems more like that's trying not to be governed by emotion, accepting reality for what is and trying to move on. It's a tempered version of Fuyumi's coping mechanisms, except instead of trying to fix it by himself, Shoto equates responsibility equally and has the grace to acknowledge other's efforts — even if they're the efforts of the man who virtually abused him his entire life. His sore point was always his mother, so when she herself, shows signs of wanting to stand back up again — Shoto doesn't stand in her way.
I know a lot of people are pissed about Rei going back to Enji (lowkey I am too) but they're failing to understand one key point: the shared burden of responsibility. Like it or not, both Rei and Enji were the adults, were the parents. I'm not victim blaming here; in fact I was very confused for a long time why Rei felt so guilty about the entire Toya situation. After all, Enji was the instigator, right?
But the fact this is so muddled, that there are so many opinions and perspectives about the matter highlights just how complicated these relationships are. Dabi who has killed dozens of people is Rei and Enji Todoroki's son. Good or bad, any person would wonder if he could have turned out different if they'd done something else. Rei's regrets reflect that even though Horikoshi doesn't explore them as much as Enji's.
In Rei AND Enji's case, this is them stepping forward to take responsibility for their mistakes regarding their children. Hence, why I think Rei elects to stay with Enji despite everything (although I think it might also be partially because Japanese society's views on divorce and the politics of manga publication).
What I will say though: Horikoshi does not delve into the abusive relationship BETWEEN Rei and Enji — rather the one Enji inflicted on the children. There are hints, but it's not addressed as explicitly as say, what happened to Toya or to Shoto. It's always about the 'impact' or the 'aftermath' of what happened (like Rei losing her mind enough to burn Shoto etc.) but never actually the issue itself.
Hence all the bafflement about why the hell would Rei return to her abuser?!
I'm all for the kick-the-abusive-father-to-the-curb and lets-get-Endeavor-arrested fics (guilty, I know), but I think there's beauty in examining how these characters functioned.
Just a tiny disclaimer: This is not character bashing, victim blaming or abuser advocating in any way. If it comes across this way, I apologize and will amend it. I've never been a fan of character bashing (side-eying you, All Might bashing fics) because characters are meant to be flawed, that's why they're in a story. No one would read a book about a perfect person. Sometimes, people get a little salty because the character they're reading out hits too close to home (not saying they're abusers!!). But there's value in platforming such stories, and such characters, because they invite conversations and deliberations like this.
Oooh wedding headcanons for Aizawa, Hisashi and Toshinori would be fun!
Aizawa:
One thousand percent would like for the ceremony to be as fast and simple as possible.
Probably less than 150 people in attendance and less than 200 invitations were sent out.
Probably is only going to go for a traditional Japanese wedding.
Doesn’t like the idea of spending too much on particular things…
Except for your Kimono and photographs. He makes sure that the pair of you buy rather than rent so you can keep a family heirloom.
Yamada- being the best man and someone who deeply cares for Shota books a trip to some hot springs for he and the groomsmen. He knows Shota’s not down for the typical stag party and it’s… Nice to know that Yamada doesn’t see the need to force him to follow through with it.
All the groomsmen and he get *super* trashed, though so…
Shota looks relatively non-plussed come wedding day as he is standing by your side and walking with his parents behind them… But it is a ruse. He’s quivering under his hakama. He wants nothing more than to hold your hand and just hold it for eternity. He does not need this *many* people watching him.
Calms down a bit after the ceremony and into the reception.
Probably stays in Japan for his honeymoon; my bet is on Kyoto.
Hizashi:
Not necessarily one for tradition; but not one to be outdone- the wedding with Present Mic is big and extravagant in it’s scale.
He invites evvvverrrryyyooonnnnneeeee. His family (yes, all of it), his producers, radio associates, news anchors he’s met over the years, the teachers from UA.
Easily a 500+ wedding invites. Thank god not everyone showed up.
Doesn’t really have an extensive wedding registry, but asks for people to save the receipts for things they buy you guys just in case they get doubles of things- or things they don’t need. (Case in point, one of his producers gets you guys a set of pots and pans you don’t need, but it’s thoughtful).
I feel like Hizashi wouldn’t dislike the idea of a more Japanese-style wedding… It’s just that Western Style Chapel weddings are much more stylish! If he had the option between the two; he’d go western.
Leaves the dress and tux shopping up to you.
He warns you someone may try to stream your wedding. Says it may be a good idea and just televise it.
So you stream your wedding and it gets a surprising amount of internet traffic.
Yes there is a professional disk jockey there. How could you not suspect that there wouldn’t be?
Aizawa, true to his word, set up the stag party. It was mostly just between he and the groomsmen rallying themselves with Mic to go to a concert one last time as single guys.
Honeymoon? You’re GOIN’ TO HAWAII!
Toshinori:
Now, Toshinori’s wedding is very understated and a little harder to determine.
He’s a little older compared to the last two bachelors- so he’s not going to pursue you with tying the knot as an end goal.
But he considers it a great deal when you hint that’s what you want to do.
Toshinori is absolutely clueless about what to do. He’s definitely one for pomp and ceremony– and if he is marrying you as ALL MIGHT; then yes. Big old Western-style wedding.
EVERYTHING is white
LOTS of extravagant bells and whistles like releasing doves, a horse-drawn carriage.
Frankly, though- the man underneath him is perfectly satisfied with just going to the municipal court and getting married that way. Despite what his alter-ego as the Symbol of Peace would want; he’s entirely focused on the reason why he’s doing this; you.
The happy medium between the two weddings would be a simple Japanese style wedding that is limited to close friends and family. It’s a private event; but he’d allow photos from within the wedding to surface later.
Believe it or not he doesn’t take a bachelor party. He’s no spring chicken and he doesn’t seem to like the idea of it… So he and you have a spa day.
Strangely enough he DOES make time for a honey-moon, even if it’s just a few days. Torn between wanting to be nearby just in case something happens and the knowledge he’d not be able to do much ANYWAY you two book a cruise. It’s nice.
are there lighthearted fics of aizawa (probably indirectly) introducing his intern/trainee shinsou to his allies outside of UA? like he brings him to the hotta bros cafe, or runs into some vigilante ally on patrol?
I would like to additionally point out a discovery that I made just now; not only does his hair, body, form, and weights change, but also the SPEED of the pushups increase which further emphasizes how much time he’s been training to get to where he is in the present. He’s acquired so much skill to the point that he can do pushups with TWO fingers, one hand, and ONE foot with such efficiency that he seems accustomed to it (just straight aura farming atp).
hey! ur work is like super awesome and every time i come onto tumblr i see if you posted something new lol. anyways i was wondering if u could write a dadzawa fic. reader is his daughter but is quite different from him. doesn’t go to a hero school, gets half decent grades, makeup, and is ALWAYS out somewhere. aizawas been talking to his coworkers (aka midnight, mic, snipe, ect.) on how he should come about giving her a talk about her behavior. one day when he decides to pick her up from her school to talk to her, he sees her KISSING A BOY!! he immediately intervenes and gives her a talk that day.
themes: humorous/comedy, fluff? maybe angst?
It’s Not a Phase, Dad
FEATURING Shouta Aizawa x Reader (PLATONIC)
SUMMARY Aizawa’s daughter is independent, extroverted, emotional, and absolutely nothing like him. That’s fine. Until he catches her kissing a boy behind a vending machine and has to reckon with the fact that she’s growing up fast… and he’s not ready.
CONTENT WARNINGS light angst (Aizawa is trying his best), protective parenting, mention of a kiss
AUTHORS NOTE this was honestly an absolute joy and treasure to write, I crack myself up LMAO
The UA staff lounge smelled like burnt coffee, lemon-scented whiteboard cleaner, and chaos.
Aizawa had barely slumped into the worn vinyl couch with his thermos when Nemuri spoke, eyes sharp and lips curved.
“She’s been applying lip gloss mid-conversation.”
Aizawa didn’t look up. “She’s allowed to wear lip gloss.”
“This one was glittery.”
He sipped his drink. “Still legal.”
“And she reapplied after laughing at something a boy said,” she added, tone a little too delighted. “You don’t reapply unless you’re planning a strike.”
“Sounds like battle prep,” Hizashi chimed in from the corner, legs crossed, sunglasses perched halfway down his nose like he was a war general delivering intel. “That’s sparkle-coded warfare.”
Aizawa gave them both a long, deadpan stare. “You two need hobbies.”
“I have a hobby,” Nemuri said sweetly. “It’s watching you spiral over your teenage daughter.”
“I’m not spiraling.”
“You’re spiraling,” Hizashi confirmed.
Aizawa exhaled and ran a hand down his face.
It had started small. His daughter—his only child—had been more… social lately. More makeup. More texting. Music in her earbuds at all hours. Laughing too loud at things that didn’t sound funny. Out of the house more than in it. Friends he didn’t know. Names he didn’t recognize. Boys.
Not that he didn’t trust her. She was smart. Independent. A little dramatic, but thoughtful. But still—a father noticed when his kid stopped leaving her door open, started asking for cash, and started hiding her screen whenever he walked past.
And Aizawa wasn’t stupid. Just… wildly underprepared.
“She’s expressive,” he said. “And excitable. I knew that already.”
“She said your scarf is ‘giving cryptid chic,’” Hizashi added helpfully.
Aizawa blinked. “She what.”
“And that you look like someone who hasn’t had a warm meal since the war.”
Nemuri cackled.
“She’s always had a strong personality,” Aizawa muttered, sipping his coffee.
Nemuri rested her chin on her hand. “She’s fourteen. Strong personality is just hormones in winged eyeliner.”
“She’s not like me,” he admitted finally, voice low. “She’s social. Loud. Emotional. She cares about stuff I don’t get. And I don’t want to smother that—I just don’t know how to handle it.”
There was a pause.
“Talk to her,” Hizashi said quietly. “Before she thinks you’re just this guy who grunts over dinner and stalks her boyfriends like a traffic camera.”
“She has a boyfriend?”
“She kissed someone?” Nemuri sat bolt upright, hair bouncing. “WHO?”
“I never said—”
“Oh, it’s worse than we thought,” Hizashi said, flailing. “He’s behind. She’s already out there giving her heart to some artsy math C-student who wears too much cologne.”
“Probably named Takuya,” Nemuri added.
Aizawa stood. “I’m going to pick her up from school today.”
“Oh no,” Hizashi whispered, as if watching a man walk into battle without armor. “He’s doing The Talk.”
Mid-afternoon light slanted across the sidewalk as students trickled out of the building, laughing and stretching as they stepped into the sun.
Aizawa lingered across the street, arms folded, tired eyes scanning the crowd. His scarf was draped loose around his shoulders, and his hood was down. He didn’t want to frighten anyone—just… observe. Calmly. Quietly. Like a rational adult.
And then he saw her.
His daughter was leaning against a vending machine, legs crossed at the ankles, school bag at her side. Her nails were painted black. Her uniform skirt was rolled once at the waist. She was smiling—no, laughing—head thrown back as she teased the boy standing too close.
Aizawa squinted.
The boy had his hands in his hoodie pockets, sneakers scuffed, posture lazy. He was smirking. Like he knew he was being looked at. Like he liked it.
And then—
The boy leaned forward.
And kissed her.
Not a peck. Not a joke. A real kiss.
Aizawa’s thoughts short-circuited. For a split second, every villain he’d ever faced, every rooftop chase, every rescue op—none of it compared to the sheer horror flooding his bloodstream.
He stepped forward.
“Ahem.”
They broke apart like someone had detonated a flashbang.
His daughter stomped a full three steps behind him like she was hoping to dissolve into the sidewalk. Her shoes scuffed with every step, and she muttered something that sounded like "this is the worst day of my life.”
When they reached the apartment, she dropped her bag by the door and immediately turned on him, arms crossed, cheeks flushed.
“You spied on me.”
“I picked you up.”
“You watched me kiss someone!”
“I was standing on a public street.”
“OH MY GOD.”
“Language.”
She groaned and flopped onto the couch like she was staging a one-woman stage play.
“You weren’t supposed to be there!”
“You weren’t supposed to be kissing him behind a vending machine.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You’re fourteen.”
“You’re prehistoric.”
“Correct.”
They glared at each other across the room.
Aizawa finally crossed his arms and exhaled. “Listen. I’m not angry.”
“You’re furious.”
“No. I’m… trying to figure out how to parent you.”
That stopped her.
“What?”
“You’re nothing like me,” he said plainly. “You’re bright. Loud. You feel everything out loud. You dress like someone on their third world tour. And you keep falling for loud music and glitter pens and questionable boys who wear socks with sandals.”
“They were crocs!”
“Worse.”
She laughed—genuinely. A bit shocked. “You… don’t hate him?”
“I don’t know him. Which is the point.” He moved to the chair across from her and sat with a soft grunt. “I don’t want to spy. Or suffocate you. But I do want to be involved. Because I worry. Because I care. And because I remember being a stupid teenager who thought he knew everything.”
She paused, studying him.
“Were you like me?”
He raised a brow. “I wore cargo pants and had no friends.”
She cracked a smile. “So… not at all.”
“Exactly.”
They sat in silence for a moment. The afternoon light had shifted, softening the edges of the room. She tucked her legs beneath her and tilted her head.
“You still gonna glare at him?”
Aizawa shrugged. “Probably.”
“You gonna interrogate him?”
“I’ll keep it subtle.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Define subtle.”
“I’ll erase his quirk if he blinks at you wrong.”
“DAD.”
Back in the UA lounge: “She kissed him behind a vending machine,” Aizawa muttered.
Nemuri screamed. Hizashi dropped his pen.
“Oh no,” Hizashi whispered. “It’s worse than I imagined.”
“You handled it, right?” Nemuri asked. “Like an adult?”