aish talks too much

Not so bueno news: I want to delete most if not all of my fics I’ve posted on ao3 bc my mental health is in the toilet 😔🧍🏽‍♀️🤡🙂‍↕️🥲 this also includes all the fics I’ve posted anonymously

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Bad at Feelings, Fluff Summary:

Shouta shifted, licking his lips. “You ever wonder?”

Izuku’s brows lifted. “Wonder what?”

Shouta held his gaze. “…What it’d be like?”

Izuku’s fingers twitched. “Yeah.” His voice was softer now, a little rough around the edges. “All the time.”

Shouta swallowed.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them looked away.

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it?” Shouta asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Izuku’s smirk softened, and his fingers—still resting lightly in Shouta’s hair—gave one more teasing, deliberate tug.

Enji Todoroki—Pro Hero Endeavor, number one in Japan, a symbol of strength and discipline—was a man who prided himself on vigilance. He was the kind of person who woke up at the slightest unfamiliar sound, always alert, always ready for a fight.

So when he woke to the distant sound of clinking dishes in his kitchen, his first instinct was intruder.

His second instinct was absolute fury, because what kind of fool would break into his home?

His third instinct, upon stepping into the kitchen and beholding the sight before him, was sheer, incomprehensible disbelief.

Sitting at his kitchen table, completely at ease, were two fully grown professional heroes—Izuku Midoriya, a.k.a. Pro Hero Deku, and Shouta Aizawa, a.k.a. Pro Hero Eraserhead.

They were eating cup noodles.

Not just any cup noodles—his cup noodles.

The expensive, imported, limited-edition, very hard to find premium noodles he kept stocked for himself.

Endeavor felt a vein in his forehead pulse dangerously.

Izuku looked up first, mid-slurp, his cheeks slightly puffed with noodles, like a guilty child caught sneaking snacks before dinner. His wide, green eyes flickered between Endeavor and his food, clearly calculating whether or not it was worth continuing to eat. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch. He merely picked up his chopsticks, twirled them lazily between his fingers, and took another bite of his noodles, utterly unbothered by the outrageous situation.

Endeavor stood there, fists clenched, waiting for some kind of logical explanation.

None came.

“…What the hell are you two doing?” His voice was gruff with sleep, but the edge of barely contained irritation was unmistakable.

Izuku swallowed hastily and offered him a sheepish grin. “Uh. Eating?”

Endeavor narrowed his eyes. “In my house?”

Izuku blinked as if that was a strange thing to ask. “Yeah?”

Endeavor’s gaze slid to Aizawa, hoping for something, anything resembling common sense. He should have known better.

Shouta merely leaned back slightly in his chair, exuding the aura of a man who had no regrets whatsoever. “You had good ramen.”

“That is not an explanation.”

“I mean, it kind of is,” Izuku chimed in, shifting slightly in his seat.

Endeavor took a deep, steadying breath through his nose. “How did you even get in?”

Shouta finally looked at him, his tired eyes half-lidded, before slurping another bite of noodles. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Endeavor would like to know. He needed to know. Because somehow, in the dead of night, these two menaces had infiltrated his very secure home without triggering a single alarm.

“You’re telling me,” he ground out, forcing every ounce of restraint he had into his voice, “that two fully grown Pro Heroes—who each have their own homes—broke into my house at three in the morning just to steal my goddamn noodles?”

Izuku shifted uncomfortably. “Well. Not broke in, exactly—”

“You don’t live here,” Endeavor snapped.

Shouta made a lazy gesture with his chopsticks. “It was easier than going to the store.”

There were so many things wrong with that statement that Endeavor didn’t even know where to start.

Instead, he just stared at them, his mind caught between unfiltered rage and complete and utter exhaustion. These were two of the most dangerous, competent Pro Heroes in Japan—Deku, the Symbol of Hope, and Eraserhead, one of the most feared underground heroes.

And yet.

And yet.

This was how they chose to use their skills? Breaking and entering for fucking noodles?

Endeavor was tired.

He was so very tired.

“…I’m going back to bed,” he muttered at last, his voice devoid of energy.

Izuku blinked. “Wait, you’re just—?”

“I don’t care anymore,” Endeavor grumbled, already turning on his heel and stomping toward the hallway. “Do whatever the hell you want.”

As soon as he was gone, Izuku turned to Shouta, eyes wide with astonishment. “See? I told you it’d be fine.”

Shouta hummed, unimpressed, still stirring his noodles. “We should take some extra for later before he changes his mind.”

Izuku can’t even look at Shouta, the shakiness in his voice betrays how scared he is, although, his body language gives nothing away. It’s only because Shouta knows him so well, and can read him like the back of his hand that he can tell when Izuku’s pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not, something could be going horribly wrong, but, he’ll never admit it to it.

Raising a dragon hatchling was nothing like anything Izuku had experienced before.

It was chaotic.

It was exhausting.

It was also the most beautiful thing in the world.

Every single moment of their child’s life was filled with something new—new discoveries, new trouble, and new reasons for Shouta to stress himself into an early grave.

And Izuku?

Well.

He had never loved anything more.

“I’ve only had Izuku for a day and a half. But if anything were to happen to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

There are fireworks going on in the background, Shouta can barely focus on them. He’s too focused on looking at Izuku’s face. There’s a peculiar expression that Shouta can’t decipher, but it almost seemed as if Izuku looked to be at peace when talking about potentially dying. Which has Shouta despairing because he knows that if he ever lost Izuku it’d destroy him. So he says the first thing that comes to mind.

“C’mon. Time for bed.”

“But I still have to-“

“Nope.”

“But-“

“No. You’ve got 3 seconds before I throw you over my shoulder.” Izuku knows deep down Shouta’s a man of his word and when he says he’ll do something, nothing gets in his ways, but, wants to test it just a little.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”