âI was a planet out of orbit, but you became my Sunâ
I combined days 1 and 5, âSunâ and âOrbitâ into my contribution to Erasermight week~
My original poetry line (âI was a planet out of orbit, but for awhile... You were my sunâ) was a tad too sad so I changed it. It originates from a really pining and sad time from my life, so Iâm glad to give it a more positive meaning!
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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
Rating: General
Pairing: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Toshinori Yagi | All Might (EraserMight)
Note: Prompt fill for Day 2 from @erasermight-week /Â Moon | Darkness | though I'd like to look down at the earth from above, I would miss all the places and people I love
The moon is full tonight, possibly the most dangerous time to be out in the open, when magic and magical beings run wild. But for once, Shouta isnât thinking about the dangers awaiting them. Heâs too busy watching the light play on the planes of the kingâs face. Thereâs a small, pale scar on his cheek that catches the moonlight, like a star. Almost perfectly he can imagine if the king was awake, how those dark, mysterious eyes would glisten in the darkness.
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It was his own fault. Well, it was Toshinoriâs fault, actually. That had been their agreement. Shouta would escort the fallen king, help him, but he had to be honest about his limitations. He was supposed to say when they needed to rest. Shouta should have known better. True, Toshinori was better about his own limits now than he ever had been before, perhaps even better than Shouta had expected at first, but he wasnât always completely honest, and Shouta had been picking up the slack, watching for the blond's telltale signs of exhaustion or pain long before Toshinori would admit he needed a break.
But it had been a long two days of little to no sleep, poor food, worse weather, and they were both getting on each otherâs nerves by the time they stopped to make camp, long after the full moon had risen above their heads. He hadnât been in the mood to keep another stubborn old man accountable for his own damn health. And he, admittedly, likely wouldnât have been very kind had Toshinori spoken up before.
The coughing wakes him. Heâs more exhausted than he realized if heâs dosed off while he was supposed to be keeping watch. But their campsite is undisturbed. Across the dying fire, Toshinoriâs entire body shakes with the force of his coughing. Shouta crosses to his side, trying to shake him awake. Nothing seems to draw him from sleep and the coughing only gets worse. Cursing, he grabs their packs, carefully  lifting Toshinoriâs head to shove them under him. Slowly, his coughing subsides, but the shaking doesnât stop.
Brushing long bangs away from his face, Shouta presses the back of his hand to the kingâs gaunt cheek. His skin is ice to the touch. He pushes off the furs piled on top of the king to feel his clothing, and the damp garments stick to him like a second skin, siphoning his usual warmth. He had told Toshinori not to stay in his wet clothes. Why doesnât the stubborn old man ever listen to him?
Shouta peels the damp clothing from Toshinori as carefully as he can, even as he curses the man for the trouble. The fire is little more than sparking embers now, but he lays the garments out as close to it as he dares. Pulling off his own tunic, he lies besides the king, covering them both with the furs and drawing the shivering man to his chest.
Even this smaller, skeleton form of the man towers over Shouta when theyâre standing, commanding attention wherever they go, bright hair catching the light like he still wore a crown rather than living on the run, searching for some long-lost strength or an heir to his power, to his kingdom. But like this, tonight, he feels small and fragile in Shoutaâs arms. In his sleep he huddles closer to the warmth Shouta offers, naturally curling tighter to protect his injured side.
Shouta feels gooseflesh rise over his skin at the brush of Toshinoriâs cold fingers against his chest, but he doesnât dare pull away. He can feel his stuttering breath brushing over his collarbone and an erratic heartbeat under his hands curled around Toshinoriâs back.
âHow are we going to get anywhere if you donât take care of yourself, you old fool?â Shouta whispers into the night. His hands seem to move of their own accord, coming up to run through Toshinoriâs wild, sunflower hair. He tucks unruly bangs behind his ear and Toshinoriâs head moves with the touch, leaning into Shoutaâs palm until heâs cradling the sleeping kingâs face in his hands.
The moon is full tonight, possibly the most dangerous time to be out in the open, when magic and magical beings run wild. But for once, Shouta isnât thinking about the dangers awaiting them. Heâs too busy watching the light play on the planes of the kingâs face. Thereâs a small, pale scar on his cheek that catches the moonlight, like a star. Almost perfectly he can imagine if the king was awake, how those dark, mysterious eyes would glisten in the darkness.
In the light of day, he wouldnât dare, but in the darkness Shouta has always been more comfortable, confident â brave. Bending his head, he presses a kiss to Toshinoriâs forehead, holding the king as close as he dared. And miraculously, he felt just a little bit warmer.
Shouta doesnât know when he falls asleep, but when he wakes again, it is still dark. The moon no longer hangs directly overhead, so surely morning is not far, but for the moment, the forest hangs in the quiet darkness of an uncertain time. Their fire has gone out completely, and he should get up and move their clothes to hang somewhere before dew gathers, but he is warm and surprisingly comfortable. He isnât even entirely sure what woke him, until he finally meets the bright eyes watching him.
ââŚYour Majesty,â Shouta isnât sure why the title comes out of his mouth now, but he sees a flash of curiosity as Toshinori notices the uncharacteristic greeting.
âShouta,â he replies, voice so soft Shouta is almost certain heâs imagined it. The king has never used his given name before, why would he ever start now? âWhy are we lying together?â
âYour wet clothes. You were freezing last night.â Though he can clearly feel the warmth rushing off the king now from the way theyâre intertwined under the furs, he reaches up and brushes a hand against his forehead. Foolishly, he remembers now the kiss he left there just hours before. âYouâre warm enough now.â
He starts to pull away, but Toshinori reaches for him. Long, crooked fingers grasp his arm, callouses tugging ever so slightly at the bandage still wrapped around his elbow.
âStay,â Toshinori whispers, and it sounds like a plea in the dark. âJust until first light.â
Shoutaâs hand slips down, settling against the side of his throat. He can feel Toshinoriâs pulse thrumming under his fingers, and it feels steadier than itâs been in a long time.
Blue eyes watch him, waiting for him to make a decision, and for once they donât flinch away when he meets their gaze. Perhaps, he isnât the only one braver in the dark.
Rating: G
Relationship: aizawa shouta/yamada hizashi
Tags: Soulmate AU, Familiar, Witch AU, magic university setting, aizawa has cat ears just b/c i want to
Summary: Shouta and Hizashi struggle as first year lab partners and then to make matters more complicated- theyâre soul mates! Can Hizashi break through Shoutasâ cold exterior, and is Shouta able to find confidence in his voice? Stay tuned.
Current Chapters: 3 out of 6, updated daily/every other day
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: ĺăŽăăźăăźă˘ăŤăă㢠| Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Thirteen (My Hero Academia)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Vocalist!Present Mic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, blowjob, Hookups, emw19, erasermight
Series: Part 1 of EraserMight Week 2k19
Summary:
Looking at the outside, the nightclub looks like an abandoned place. On the inside, it looks just the same. The owner, on the other hand, its something else.
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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia
Rating: General
Pairing: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Toshinori Yagi | All Might (EraserMight), with a heavy dose of Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic friendship
Note: Prompt fill for Day 1 from @erasermight-week / Sun | Light | Send my love down in those rays of light. Through your window on your tired eyes
"HeâsâŚthe sun. He still belongs to the people, heâs not something that can be held on to, hoarded, or hidden away. This is who he is, what he is.â
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Hizashi finds him in the plaza. The sun is just starting to rise, glinting off the windows of the surrounding buildings but all the lights seem drawn to the statue standing tall in the middle of it all. All Mightâs victory pose over All for One in the fight that shocked the world.
âItâs cold as shit out here,â he says, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat and dropping onto the bench besides Shouta. Shoutaâs shoulders are hiked high, his face half-buried in his capture weapon, but that was such a typical look for him, it was hard to tell if he was bothered by the cold at all.
He stares at the statue before them, mostly ignoring Hizashiâs presence, save for a quiet huff. There are gifts and flowers piled all around the base of the statue, high enough to reach the statueâs feet in some places and spilling out into the walkway in others.
âHow long have you been out here?â he asks as a new person arrives, leaving another bouquet of roses at the base of the statue and bowing before it.
âI donât know.â His voice cracks like it hasnât been used in a long time, or perhaps used too much. âWhy are you here?â
Hizashi sighs, sinking further on the bench. He feels like one giant bruise, every inch of him sore and grimy with blood and dirt and god knows what else. His throat is raw and his head pounds with a headache that has him desperate to take out his hearing aides and lie in silence for at least a few minutes, but he was thoroughly checked out and given an okay to leave with no major injuries. He just has something to take care of, first, then finally some rest. âTo drag your stubborn ass back to the hospital.â
âIâm fine.â Shouta grunts.
âThe broken leg and three broken ribs I know you have beg to differ, but itâs not for you. Itâs for him.â He jerks his head towards the memorial. âHeâll want you there when he wakes up.â
Shouta laughs once, harshly and Hizashi flinches at the brutal sound. âIf All Might wakes up, what would he want me around for?â
âYou canât live in denial forever, Shou. One day youâre gonna have to wake up and realize heâs been in love with you for ages. I think nowâs a good as time as any to suck it up and face the music, because he will wake up. All Might doesnât go down that easy.â
Shouta doesnât say anything for so long, Hizashi leans over to make sure heâs still awake â and breathing.
âOh Shou,â he breathes, watching his friendâs bloodshot eyes flash an angry, frustrated red. âYou said something to him, didnât you?â
Shouta shoves his shoulders higher still, slipping down the bench until heâs no longer at eye-level with Hizashi.
âWhat did he say?â
He exhales slowly, shakily. ââYou canât mean that. You canât love me, Aizawa.ââ
âOof.â Hizashi winces in sympathy, though if itâs really for Shouta or Toshinori, he isnât sure. âHow long have you been dwelling on that one?â
âSince he and Midoriya ran off.â
ââŚMaybe youâre interpreting it wrong.â
Shouta glances at him out of the corner of his eye. âWhat else could that possibly mean?â
âMaybe he was just in disbelief over your spectacularly terrible timing.â
His mouth quirks into a small smile, if only just for a moment. âFuck off.â
Hizashi tosses his head back and laughs. âHey now, thereâs no need for that kind of language. I canât believe that old man was such a bad influence on you.â
Shouta shoves him, only for both of them to end up bent over with a groan of pain for his effort.
âAss.â
When things have finally stopped throbbing excessively, more people have appeared. A whole group of people, arms stuffed with gifts to leave around the statue or wrapped tightly around each other, shuffle towards the middle of the plaza, completely unaware of the onlookers. Some of them are crying. All of them are in or carrying some form of All Might memorabilia.
âIt doesnât matter either way.â Shouta finally says softly. His eyes follow the group. âI didnât say it expecting him to say anything back, justâŚif something happened.â
âWell thatâs very nobleâŚand selfish of you.â
Shouta ignores him. âI wanted him to know. But nothing was ever going to come of it, no matter what happened tonight. I had thought once, maybe, he was retired, and the world was changingâŚwe were changing. But after tonight, and after sitting here, I know thereâs no future for us. HeâsâŚthe sun.â
âThatâs remarkably poetic, for you, but what do you mean?â
âHe still belongs to the people, heâs not something that can be held on to, hoarded, or hidden away. This is who he is, what he is.â
Hizashi stands up from the bench full of a new burst of energy he didnât quite know how to channel just yet. Itâs a struggle to keep his voice low and level. âAll Might will always be for the people, as a symbol. But Toshinori hasnât been living as a symbol for a long time.â He grabs Shoutaâs arm and pulls him to his feet, cautious of his injured side. âItâs time you opened your eyes to that.â
âHizashi-â Shouta tries to protest, but, uninjured, Hizashi is stronger, and continues to drag him from the plaza.
âAnd who cares if heâs the sun? So what? If thatâs the case, then youâre gonna be the cloud that steals him away for a few minutes and everyone can just deal with that.â
âYouâre ridiculous. Let go of me.â
âAnd,â he plows on. âBefore you go making any declarations of what can and canât be of your relationship, I think the other person involved should get a say in it.â
Shouta signs quietly. ââŚYouâre right.â
âI know I am.â
Shouta rolls his eyes at the cocky grin Hizashi tosses over his shoulder at him. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Now hurry up, youâve got bones to heal and a man to kiss!â
ââHurry upâ? Iâve got a broken leg!â
âWell you got out here by yourself just fine.â
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: ĺăŽăăźăăźă˘ăŤăă㢠| Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sensei | All For One/Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Domestic, Developing Relationship, Past Domestic Violence, Past Abuse, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, EraserMight Week, emw19, Alpha Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Omega Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Series: Part 2 of EraserMight Week 2k19
Summary:
In which Toshinori has a lot of scars that he doesn't talk much about and Aizawa is the fool falling in love with him.
EraserMight Week 2k19: Day 2â Moon | Darkness | though id like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people i love