erase me whole

indie rp blog for aizawa shouta from boku no hero academia please read about/rules before interacting oc, multimuse, verse friendly still kind of under construction

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If you are writing any book about the end of the world, what you are really writing about is what’s worth saving about it

      “ i don’t frankly see it that way .”

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tie me up daddy

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how many drugs does it take to stare at people intently

EXPELLED

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like, nya, you know?

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presentxmic:

Hizashi looked up when his friend came closer. Why? Why would he stay? He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He should just go on with his life. He should just keep moving on, one the rest of the world. Add Present Mic to the newspapers as another casualty, mourn for a week, then forget him. As it does, as it happens. The heroes, they get forgotten. Present Mic…will get forgotten. Yamada Hizashi… will get forgotten.

Wouldn’t he?

But here’s Aizawa, showing him wrong. Staying. It’s so odd, Aizawa was never one to give comfort, unless he cared. Unless he… ‘Shouta-‘ he tried. He tried to say his name, to call him forward, but all that escaped was yet another sob. Broken, hurt… and he cried. He brought his hands up and pulled Shouta in, grilling tightly at his hands. Holding him close.

He needed him. He needed him, but didn’t want to hold him back. But Shouta…is staying. He’s staying and…

…and it’s the only good thing Hizashi has right now.

He knows it’s selfish, he knows it’s so selfish and cruel. To keep Aizawa here, to hold him back but- he couldn’t help.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Not yet.

      Aizawa brought his arms up to hold Hizashi tightly again. One hand on his head, the other being used to hold him close. Holding him protectively, the erasure hero actually felt tears beginning to prick at his eyes. Blinking them away, he took a deep breath. If he remained calm, he could calm Hizashi down.

      “ Hizashi, you need to rest, ” he murmured quietly. Althought it was tempting to try physically leading Hizashi to lay down, he didn’t move a muscle. It wouldn’t do any good to rest when you didn’t want to. If anything, it would just put Hizashi in a place of more stress. 

      “ At least for a bit, ” he tried persuading, “ It will help .”

      Whether Hizashi would rest or not, Aizawa didn’t intend on leaving. Eventually, yes, he’d be forced to by other circumstances, but it wouldn’t be on his own volition. 

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Snipe nodded. He decided on the Sukiyaki and set down his menu, staring over at Aizawa. He watched him pull his scarf higher and fought back a frown. Was he making Aizawa uncomfortable? Was the date not fun? They really have hardly been talking and… Maybe this was a mistake.

“Are you…” having a good time probably wasn’t the right thing to ask, neither was ok… “Would you rather be home?” That probably wasn’t any better, but oh well. He wanted to know. “If you aren’t enjoying yourself you don’t have to stay, really. It’s ok.”

      “ I’m just starting to get tired, ” he muttered from behind the scarf. Glancing to Snipe, he frowned. Although he would rather be home, it wasn’t to get away from the other hero. Aizawa simply wanted to nap, it was one of his only nights of after all. 

      “ ... do you want to order now ?” The unease was beginning to make him a bit uncomfortable. It was enough to be here already, with different circumstances than a normal meet-up.

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presentxmic:

“Others do,” he said it with pain in his voice. He hated to remember how scared everyone looked, how fearful they became whenever he got near afterwards. The looks- how they judged him. How they whispered- he’s the next villain. He’s going to be a villain. He doesn’t want to be a villain.

“It happened at school a lot, when people touched me,” teased him, bullied him. Those few moments it got physical, and they regretted their choices. Children never learned.

He shrugged at the last question. “They know I stay out late. They’re ok with it. They love me. They do. Hey do…But they’re also- also afraid of me. Sometimes. They- they don’t keep track of me anymore.” They think he’ll end up in prison, arrested. Finally touched someone he wasn’t supposed to- “they care. They do. They just…pretend not too.”

      “ It’s not safe for someone your age to be out late. You should know that, ” he sighed, shoving his face further down into his capture weapon. This was troubling, and he supposed there were plenty other heroes working tonight for how stale it was.

      He wouldn't comment on the aforementioned incidents. If others already knew about it, there was no point in making a spectacle of matters already taken care of. Rather, what was more concerning was the lack of guidance his parents seemed to be providing. Not keeping track of your son, who was already struggling to understand and control a Quirk he believed to be for villains? There was no logic in that.

      “ There are ways to safeguard against harming others. You tried this hard to find someone to help you, I assume you’ve already tried some method to keep it under control ?”

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My psych teacher has a poster in her classroom that says “Everytime you call your boyfriend ‘Daddy,’ Sigmund Freud’s ghost grows a little bit stronger,” and if that isn't​ threatening, then I don’t know what is.

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um ! 

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presentxmic:

Shiori nearly physically flinched back when Aizawa spoke. He bit his lip and looked down at his feet, softly kicking the dirt beneath him. A quirk is only bad if you choose it to be? Heh, he wished. He doesn’t choose to do anything with his, to hurt people with his. He just…does. With every touch.

He can’t touch anyone anymore. Can’t let anyone touch him. If he does…if he does… he closed his eyes, nodding softly at Aizawa’s question.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” his voice was soft, exhausted, broken. He looked up, finally, finally facing Aizawa, there was an age in his eyes- like he was surrending. Perhaps he was. He deserves whatever punishment he will get. He hurt people.

“They, I didn’t want to. But they touched me and…I couldn’t stop.”

      Frowning, Aizawa made eye contact with the boy. He could see the tired look of defeat. It was obvious, how could it not be? It was almost as if this boy truly thought he was to be punished for accidents. But, really, what was Aizawa supposed to say? Oh, it’s no big deal? 

      “ ...Are other people aware of these incidents ?” Aizawa really, really didnt want to be the only one confided with this information. As a hero and teacher, he was often confided in by students or troubled youth he encountered on patrols. Often, there were limits to how he could help. That wasn’t necessarily the case here. At least, he hoped not. However, if these incidents were already reported and resolved, it would change his approach to aiding the teen.

      “ And more importantly, are your parents aware you’re out this late ?”

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I like the ground

      hey me too

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Punch me to the ground daddy

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      “ I fell asleep. I was supposed to get ready for patrol. ”

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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presentxmic:

“I, um,” he was clearly nervous. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s talking to his hero, the greatest man he’s ever heard of. He tooon a deep breath, “My quirk- it’s a bad guys quirk,” he looks down at his feet, his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Whenever I touch someone I… I somehow take away their energy. And it hurts them or…or kills them. I, I don’t want it anymore!” He shut his eyes. It felt different telling someone- a hero. He felt so ashamed, embarrassed, “But I know I can’t get rid of it, so will you please help me learn to control it?” He finally looked up, though he still couldn’t force himself to make eye contact. “P-please?” He remembered his manners and bowed deeply, “Please? I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

      Brows knitting together, Aizawa frowned at the boy. This wasn’t entirely uncommon, many people pegged Quirks as harmful if they didn’t understand them fully. Quirks promoting power, control, and physical transformation were usually seen in positive lights. Those were hero Quirks. Others were seen as destructive, negative, harmful. People doubted many Quirks they didn’t understand, especially those difficult to control. Aizawa always detested that. 

      “ A Quirk is only bad if you choose to use it as such, ” the hero mumbled, loud enough for the teen to hear him. He honestly reminded Aizawa of a few certain students of his. Looking at the streetlamp above them, the hero chose his next actions carefully. 

      “ Have you hurt anyone, then ?” The phrasing he’d used lead Aizawa to believe some accident had happened, at least once. It was understandable, but he knew how upsetting it could be. Glancing back to Shiori, his mouth was downturn slightly with concern.

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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Sunaipu nodded. Well, he seemed sincere, though not particularly excited. Though that may just be Aizawa. He wasn’t sure, really. But any way, the offer is on the table. He won’t push it onto the other man, but if he wants to he know’s where Snipe is.

Snipe also turned his attention to the menu. “Hm,” he read over the options. He was thinking perhaps Soba, or Sukiyaki. “What are you thinking of getting?”

      “ I’m not sure... ” Aizawa was scanning the menu for the cheapest option, if he were being honest. He enjoyed simple foods, so it wouldn’t seem odd of him to order something cheaper than Su. 

      With a small sigh, he adjusted his scarf just a bit, bringing it higher. It was warm at the table, but he felt uncomfortable when he nothing around his neck. It had been a long day, and Aizawa was honestly surprised his nerves were so overwhelming that his fatigue had been warded off until now.