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â pairing: shota aizawa x gn! ua teacher! reader
â tags: eraserhead x reader, shota aizawa x gn! reader, mha x reader, bnha x reader
â side note: iâm so deep into writerâs block itâs not funny. (ââžâ,)
FIRST TIME MEETING:
âč he first notices you when you're efficiently handling a crisis situation without breaking a sweat - competence is attractive to him, and also you didn't scream when that villain's quirk made everything explode into glittery chaos which was honestly more disturbing than the actual danger
âčprobably officially meets you in the faculty lounge at 3 am when you're both grading papers and surviving on coffee, and you're the first person who doesn't give him weird looks for having his sleeping bag draped over his shoulders like some kind of comfort-seeking burrito
âč initially thinks you're "too energetic" but secretly appreciates that you actually get your work done instead of spending meetings talking about "synergy" and "student engagement metrics" kill him now
âč makes a mental note when you don't try to make small talk during meetings - respects people who value efficiency over asking him how his weekend was (it was spent sleeping and grading, actually, it's always sleeping and grading)
âč notices you carry around a thermos of coffee that's somehow always full and warm, and he's 67% convinced you have some kind of coffee-related quirk because that's not humanly possible
âč gets mildly annoyed when you organize his desk without asking, but keeps it that way because it's actually helpful and maybe he likes that someone cares enough to touch his stuff without wanting something
âč observes you from across the room during faculty meetings, noting how you handle difficult conversations without resorting to present mic's volume levels or all might's aggressive optimism
âč appreciates that you don't flinch when his eyes glow red during quirk demonstrations, unlike half the new teachers who still think he's going to murder them (he's only thought about it twice)
âč finds it oddly comforting when you work in comfortable silence together during late-night patrol prep, because you understand that 2 am is not the time for philosophical discussions about hero work
âč realizes you're one of the few people who doesn't take his bluntness personally and actually seems to prefer it over fake pleasantries - finally, someone with sense.
HIM FALLING IN LOVE:
âč starts leaving his capture weapon in slightly more organized coils when he knows you'll be in the same room because apparently he has some kind of basic human dignity left
âčfinds excuses to patrol the same routes as you "for efficiency purposes" and definitely not because he wants to make sure you don't get yourself killed by being too reckless (you're not reckless, he's just paranoid)
âč actually starts drinking the fancy coffee you recommended instead of just whatever's cheapest, and pretends the taste difference doesn't matter even though it's obviously superior - he's not becoming bougie, it's just logical
âč catches himself staring when you're concentrated on work and immediately looks away while mentally cursing himself for being unprofessional
âč begins to hate when other teachers interrupt conversations between you two, especially mic who has the worst timing in human history and zero understanding of social cues
âč starts remembering little details about your schedule and preferences without consciously trying, like how you always grade villain analysis essays on thursdays and prefer the blue pens over black ones
âč gets irrationally annoyed when other pro heroes flirt with you during joint missions and has to resist the urge to use his quirk to make them stop mid-pickup line it would be for the greater good
âč finds himself staying awake longer when you're both doing late-night paperwork, claiming it's because he's more productive with ambient noise (not because he's enjoying your company, obviously)
âč unconsciously positions himself between you and potential threats during dangerous situations, then acts like it's just tactical positioning and not protective instincts
âč actually considers buying new clothes that aren't just "whatever's comfortable and black" before realizing he has no idea what looks good and gives up
âč starts timing his coffee breaks to coincide with yours and pretends it's a coincidence even though he's literally checking his watch
âč gets secretly pleased when you laugh at his dry, sarcastic comments because most people just think he's being mean - he is being mean, but like, affectionately
âč begins to worry more about your safety during missions than he logically should, doing unnecessary risk assessments about your patrol routes (he's not obsessing, it's just thorough planning)
âč catches himself almost smiling when you successfully handle difficult students, then immediately schools his expression back to neutral too late, mic saw
âč realizes he's memorized the way you organize your classroom and desk supplies and could probably recreate your filing system from memory - this is definitely normal behavior
HIM AS A S/O:
âč shows affection through practical gestures - brings you coffee exactly how you like it, leaves snacks on your desk, and pretends he's not keeping track of when you last ate because someone has to make sure you don't die of malnutrition
âč uses his capture weapon to pull you closer when you're within range, especially if you're being "inefficient" by walking over to him when he could just gently retrieve you
âč shares his sleeping bag during outdoor missions and training camps, claiming it's for "optimal body heat distribution" and not because he wants to cuddle he wants to cuddle so bad it's embarrassing
âč remembers every detail about your quirk's limitations and actively works to cover your weaknesses during fights, like some kind of strategically-minded partner
âč lets you play with his hair when he's too tired to protest, and secretly loves it but will never admit it because that would require acknowledging he has feelings
âčactually starts going to bed at reasonable hours because you've convinced him proper sleep improves his quirk efficiency (and not because you worry about his health, definitely not)
âč gives you one of his spare capture weapons "for practical purposes" but really because he wants you to have his protection even when he's not around
âč shows rare moments of softness by pressing his forehead against yours when you're both exhausted after long days, pretending it's just because he's too tired to hold his head up properly
âč starts eating actual meals instead of just coffee and nutrition bars because you worry about his health, and discovers food actually tastes good when it's not from a vending machine - revolutionary
âč uses his quirk to stop your alarm clock on weekends so you can sleep in together, then acts innocent when you realize what happened ("did i do that? weird.")
âč lets you be the only person who can interrupt his naps without getting death glares, though you still get grumpy mumbling and attempts to pull you into the sleeping bag
âč actually smiles (small ones) when you successfully coordinate combo moves with his erasure quirk, proud of your teamwork and maybe a little turned on by your competence
âč wraps you in his capture weapon when you're cold instead of offering his jacket like a normal person, because why be conventional when you can be efficient
âč defends your teaching methods to other faculty members with surprising passion, shutting down criticism with cold logic and barely-concealed threats - no one talks about his partner like that
âčstarts keeping a spare hair tie on his wrist for you after noticing you always lose yours, and pretends it's not because he pays attention to every little thing about you
âč uses his underground hero connections to make sure you're safe even when he's not around, running background checks on suspicious people in your area (totally normal boyfriend behavior)
âč actually takes days off when you're sick to take care of you, claiming it's logical since he'd be distracted anyway and not because seeing you miserable makes his chest hurt
âč lets you reorganize his entire living space because "you're more efficient at domestic tasks" and definitely not because he likes evidence that you exist in his space
âčgets genuinely upset when you're injured, even minor cuts, and hovers while pretending he's not hovering ("i'm not hovering, i'm strategically positioning myself for optimal medical assistance")
âč learns your coffee order at six different places and has backup plans for when your favorite cafe is closed because proper caffeine intake is serious business
âčactually starts taking pictures to "document important moments" and (definitely doesn't have a folder on his phone labeled with your name)
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Hawks was trying his best not to fall in love because everyone loves Hawks but would they love Keigo? Flawed, tired, boring?
Meanwhile you ignore that he's the hero. He greets you with Keigo on your first date. You never call him Hawks. You don't even get your phone out once - Not to text, not to take pictures of / with him.
You made sure the date is somewhere far away from people so he wouldn't get recognized... He almost thought you were embarrassed of him with the way you tried to make sure that no one notices him. Of course you know who he is, but you don't reduce him to just that.
You fell in love with Keigo over the late night talks, the thoughtful little gifts and his quiet kindness - The kind that doesn't ask to be seen. You fell in love with the way he listens more than he speaks when it's just the two of you and how he remembers the tiniest details. He brings them up weeks later as if they mattered, because to him they do.
However, he always waits for the other shoe to drop. For you to slip up and call him Hawks, to pull your phone out and start questioning him about what it's like to fly, to fight alongside Endeavor or what it was like amongst the League of Villains. But it never comes. Instead you ask him what books he reads, what dreams he gave up, which meals remind him of home...
And little by little, Keigo starts to believe that maybe he can be loved. Not because he is Pro Hero Hawks but because he is Keigo, and that is more than enough for you.
The world was suddenly bathed in the dark blue veil of Nyx. Pheles, better known as Johann Faust V, had been once invited to these elite gatherings at Versailles. Heâd recognized many of the attendees, having met them once or twice to strike a deal in exchange for anything that they could possibly offer for wealth, power and⊠notoriety. Despite the fact that their faces were hidden by golden masks, Pheles came not to be drawn by illusions nor by the opulence of its guests. His pointy ears would be able to capture a wave of laughs, gossips already tainting the night with treacheries, malice and moreâŠheâd seen this scene countless times. The Devil had a precise goal, a reason to attend to these balls. He sought a feeling, a connection : the feeling of love and be loved that might be present within these futilities, amongst the crowds of wealthy people. Despite having enough of them, he came back in hope of finding someone. As the cold wind hurried him to get in, making his coat move gracefully, almost making his hat fall, he finally decided to dive in the lavishness that awaited him.Â
Monumental walls devoured the landscape as they were adorned with golden along their columns. Chandeliers, placed all over the oval ceilings, replaced the night sky splendor by its warm lightâŠdevouring the guest that would swirl around the vast ballroom. Yet, the candles that would illuminate the halls, beared a tragic destiny : to melt against their will. Candles would slowly burn; at least theyâll cease to exist once their fire consumes them, as Mephisto said, envying the short life that candles had. He barely had entered the ball and taken a cup of wine, already tired of the same old scenario. Countless faces resurging before him, as if re-creating fragments of his memory.
âEven MoliĂšre could do a better stagingâat least he could bring a spark of life, of actual passion and intrigue that followed such emotions⊠I am certain that he couldnât bear to presence such offense to his spirit. So do Iâ murmured Pheles frustrated as he directed himself to another room, having enough of this little play. As the vast windows would reflect and reinforce his lack of interest in these balls, it would also steal his presence of mind to bring him into a self reflection world. It wasnât as if he expected something new to happen in such place, the best decision to make was distancing himself from such mockeryâseeking refuge within the empty halls..All while still drinking his wine half emptyâjust like him in the end. Why would someone like him desire more? He was immortalâhe controlled time and space⊠bent nations to its will with his immense power. So⊠why he wished to be truly loved? After all, he could have anything anytime. Even if he ever did love someone, as nature laws fell upon most beings that would slightly catch his interest, they would die in a glimpse of an eye. As the stars were shinning ever so brightly, falling one after another, Pheles was getting lost in his own world.
Finally, as he deeply awaited, something piqued his genuine interest. Not excess of wealth, lust-no pure human emotions that hadnât been yet tainted with malice. As he stopped for a moment, glancing anywhere but his reflection, he perceived a young couple of lovers though the window. What he sought within this ball, but he wasn't the lucky one. The little princes, as her lover called her, couldnât quite well dance. And her lover slowly helped her dance outside the overwhelming ball, calmly with patience and voice filled with tenderness towards the young lady. In a little world in which theyâve created for one another, theyâve danced and laughed in all the simplicity of this world. Her smile could and would make the stars from above jealous, but there was someone to protect her from it.Â
â Lucky you, young man. You cannot possibly imagine how much your little existence pains an immortal.â said Pheles with a bittersweet smile, his voice low enough that only himself could hear the murmur of his plea for love. âTake care of her, for she is your world, young ladâ. However, the Devil's emotions, as unstable as they were at this moment, quickly shifted as he saw the young man proposing to his sweetheart. How Pheles envied thisâŠhappiness, love being laid all in front of his eyes. Not even the other half of the wine could help ease his now anger for this stupid couple. Pheles was lost, getting dragged left and right by his own emotions, barely noticing his companion coming. Just then, the butterflyâs wings brushed from afar, slowly until she reached her friend. âToo weakâ he commented as he sipped all that this cup had to offer, and failed to. Was he talking about how strong the wine wasâor about himself? The butterfly, after wandering into this palace, found its old dear friend alone. She settled nearânot too close, but also not too far from him. As if it was worried about him, observing from far away just to make sure that he was well.
â Have I finally lost it? Why do I envy so deeply the ones whose hearts are bound to dieâŠ? The beauty of immortality resides in the fact, that liking or not, every breath, smile and tears are solid proofs that these humans are alive. They constantly get drowned in their emotion, until⊠a light, someone, or something steals their heart in such brutality that thou must question it : why they look so ethereal when in loveâ why do I envy that ? Perhaps all those nights didnât do anything, filled nothing in this rotten heart of mine. For I had hoped that it wouldâŠâ frustrated, he allowed himself for once to be vulnerable in centuries.Â
âFor eons, I only had this stupid butterfly⊠BELIEVED, foolishly, that it would lead me to someone.â he punched the walls aggressively, even making the chandeliers shake from the sheer power of his growing frustration accumulated over centuries âWho knows if the heavens had finally pity of me and sent this mediocre little creature to accompany me!â frustration almost suffocating him. â These balls, no one, not A SINGLE USELESS SOUL had made me feel anything at allâŠâ he brushed his hair anguishly, wondering if the suffering would ever endâit wouldnâtâ a small voice in his head told him. How many had he charmed in the illusion of true love? How many had he broken for his own twisted desire over eons⊠and for nothing. In the end, even the King Of Time would have drawn himself in his own frustrations, not healing nor trying to understand it. How many fallen stars would he need to watch it lose its light and fade into eternity, until just one would fall, just a single one would burn solely for him? The music had slowed itself, going for a calmer peace. Sweeter and quieter sound this timeâ almost sad for some.
 âWhere are you dammitâŠâ he exhaled in desperation, his frustration finally suffocating the poor devil and the music unable to ease him from his emotionsâ it had long been since the melodies couldnât catalyze Mephistoâs inner struggles. âI crave you⊠desire you, more than anything. For I donât even know if youâre born and grown up. Nor do I know were your lineage is to protect them, to guarantee your existence in the futureâŠdammitâ sensing his sadness and frustration growing, as the Butterfly attempted to speak somehow with him : â Iâm right here little devil. Donât worry, I can love you plenty if it helps to heal your heartâ it laid herself on his hand, wings flapping slowly, her glow attempting to warm his cold heart as if comforting her friend. He had guessed, after many centuries wandering together, that every time that it would glow, it attempted to communicate with him, but not even himself could hear what it said. âPardon my rudeness, little oneâŠthank you for your lightâ for a fraction of a second, his eyes softened,âIt has been like this through the endless eons that we lived together. Youâve witnessed it, know how it worksâŠâ. The warmth of the butterflyâs kindness seemed once more not enough to reach the coldest part of his turmoilâthe same that brought him every night to decay, agonizing with his emotions. Once more, he tried to breathe deeply, to get rid of these sickening emotions âFor how much more time Iâll be hauntedâŠ?â he questioned himself. â Do you know the answer, little one? It's not a difficult riddle this time, I know that thee can answer itâŠâ, he waited eagerly for the butterflies answer, in vain as expected. â Iâve forgotten⊠thee donât speak, never didâ. Samael would glance at the butterflies wings slowly flapping, rising and then falling. The night seemed to be a perfect refuge to lay out bare such emotions, as if the goddesses would hug you through its landscape. The ball, although masked, just let one porcelain purple mask already filled with cracks, break, shatter brutallyâinhumanely even.
An empty laugh escaped him, devoid of all joy, laced with a haunting revolt. â Have I fallen this low⊠so soon? Reduced to speaking to this little thing as if it was my appointed oracle?â. Despair, an old companion of his journey, couldnât and wouldnât be enjoyed for long. A master of facade, he effortlessly lifted that veil from his mind and heart, shielding it with another pathetic attempt to damage control the situationâdespite not being in a battlefield, he felt the need to do so.
âTchâŠTch⊠This is not how the King Of Time would behave⊠would it?â As though his ranting never existed, he recomposed himself, straightening his posture. Believing that this mere act would extinguish his own emotions, forcing them to fade away in the night. Then, he shifted his leg, pressing something down, as if he were crushing his emotions.Â
"How peculiar⊠The King of Time aching for such a futility. Why does it matter so much? After all, I can have anyone at any time. Iâll forget this useless thought soonâ he said as he laid the empty cup of wine right there with the butterfly and made his way to the main hall. The butterfly stayed there, lingering besides the cup, as if still absorbing her companion's pain to help him somehow, mourning the beautifully tragic Pheles that was born and died right here and there. A shame, that for once that Mephisto Pheles acknowledges his emotions, that he abandons them behindânot solving his issue, but aggravating his emotional fragility. It watched him once more, vanishing away into the ballroomâ running from himself. The Moonlightâs bright light drew the little butterflies attention, despite the flower scents promising a sweater escapade, she decided to dance with destiny by herself. Flapping her wings, directing herself to a hidden spot deep in the majestic garden, in which soon enough someone would soon join her.
Long time no see my dear readders, I've finally polished the second chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it. Don't forgett to repost, like and more importantly : enjoy this beautifully melancholic chapter!!!
tags -> domestic fluff, established relationship, short n sweet, long day/late night, living together, you have cats :)
a/n : omg another post! are you excited for me? are you? are you? well im excited thank you. this has been a draft for a minute that i'm finally getting around to posting. anyways i hope you enjoy!
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You knew it was a long day just by the sound of the front door. From the way he fumbled with his keys and shoved the door open, how it took a little longer to close than normal. You peered over the couch, watching him come into the living room from the hallway. He looked exhausted, shoulders slouched, head tilted towrads the floor, and his hair a complete mess.
"Hey, baby," You called, trying not to let your worry show on your face, "How was work?"
The grumble he let out as he removed his scarf told you everything.
"Long day?" You stretched your hand out to him, inviting him onto the couch. He took it, slowly sinking next to you and letting his head fall onto your shoulder.
You intertwined your fingers, "I made dinner, and the cats are fed."
He hummed in response, and you stifled a smile.
"C'mere," You shifted the both of you so he could lay on your chest, his legs between yours. He instinctually wrapped his arms around your waist, and you couldn't help but grin as he snuggled into you.
"I missed you," You sighed, tangling your fingers into his hair, gently starting to remove the tangles that had built up over the day.
If he hadn't already, he was now completely melting into you.
You listened to his breaths and gently played with his hair. Tangled from the long work day, you tried your best to work the knots out with your fingers.
After several minutes of him recovering, he mumbled into your chest, "What would I ever do without you."
You smiled, tilting his head up so you could see his gorgeous face, "Starve, die of countless injuries, freeze. I don't know, but your prospects were never very good."
He stifled a chuckle, "My hero."
You kissed him softly, "Yours. Forever and always."
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Warnings : angst?
Characters featured : Hawks/ Keigo Takami ăăŒăŻăč / é·čèŠ ćæ ( My Hero Academia )
Keigo Takamiâ or Hawks, as he was better knownâ, felt a growing void within him. As he would soar through Musutafu city, he attempted to turn a blind eye to that lingering feeling : emptiness. As if someone was missing in his life.Â
To fill that void, he sought solace in what had become familiar: countless parties, drowning himself in lust and desire, overworking himself to keep his mind occupied. He tried, in vain, everything he could do to make that frustrating sensation fade awayâbut it wouldnât leave him.No matter what.
â Multiple times I came out on top of ââWho is your favorite hero?â chartsâ he muttered to himself. There was a small pause, then he began once more : âIâm their Prince Charming, answering to their callsâŠas usual. But, when will you answer my call and ease my wounds?â
He lost his gaze once more into the night sky through the office window. Below, a sea of lights would glow through the cityâs traffic, reflections flickering on his pupils. Like a moth to a flame, he began to be absorbed by the view. Alone in his office, surrounded by never-ending piles of files, he decided to take a fresh air. Then, Keigo flew around the city, patrolling itâ or at least it was what he wanted desperately for others to think.
â Look!â someone pointed out in the sky âHawks seems so focused in his night parolingâŠâ theyâve commented with a dreamy voice âDo you think he can see us from here?â she giggled. Keigo would grasp the echoes of his fansâvoices, but he would also as soon herald, let them being taken away with the cold wind.Â
As the morning light shone through the skies, indicating the end of his shift, that same sensation would returnâ haunting him once more. Every corner of the world would call his soul, beg for him to keep remembering this pain no matter what.
âThis is not how a human being is supposed to live⊠Waking up. Files reports to write. Interview. Fan meeting. Bed. And repeatâŠâÂ
His words were filled with disdain, his eyes narrowed as the sun rose : â The sunrise is just an indicator that hell is going to repeat itselfâ again and again.â
As another soulless day for the hero finally came by end. Nightâ Keigoâs only respite within this chaosâ would come to paint the sky with its magnificent shades of deep blue. Dark gray clouds, who were hoovering above, felt like a blanket. The kind that would comfort you after an exhaustive day. The kind that would consume your body with warmth and lull you to sleepâ like a motherâs embrace, waiting for you to doze away peacefully.Â
But Keigo? No, he couldnât afford that luxury.
As the fresh wind would caress his cheek, he would lean into itâ as if someone was indeed stroking it. But once more, there was no one.Â
Hot tears would paint his porcelain face, glistening under the moonlight.
â Iâve been feeling like this for weeks⊠â He softly whispered to himself between sobs. Â
  âWhen will it stop, goddammit? I cannot afford to appear like this under the lights. How can Iâthe handsome Hawksâafford this fucking emotional crash?âÂ
As if possessed by his darker version, his voice was laced with the finest poison : â Come on, fucking cry it out, you damm useless tool. Keep acting like this, and theyâll throw you away for sureâ
The Hero found himself once more, his gaze being taken away by the landscapeâ drawn into if its beauty, as if it was offering him a temporary respite after a long day of masquerade and pretending.
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