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kirishima glanced at his ( former? ) homeroom teacher, the height difference not as it once was when the redhead had first enrolled. he couldn’t help the wide and toothy grin that spread across his face. when could he ever, really? it’s not like he’ll never see the pro around ever again, he’s sure they’ll cross paths or at the very least, kirishima will make a point to stop by u.a. with a gaggle of friends. 

but this is a goodbye in it’s own way. a SENDOFF. 

he finally looks down at the diploma in hand. proof that he had done it, that he had made it, this and his hero license serving as PROOF he had reached this milestone of becoming a PRO HERO. he grips it tighter as he raises his head to look at aizawa once more. he owed this man a lot, his life for one, for all the rescue and care and belief he had given to get him and his classmates up to this point. 

first year words spring back from his memory; of vowing to follow aizawa forever. he chuckles at the thought. the other probably taking it as a laugh at his words. and well…. he’s not entirely wrong. he can’t imagine anyone from his graduating class not getting into trouble. so he raises his arms and folds them behind his head, grin broadening. 

“ i’d be a pretty unmanly hero if i only went where trouble wasn’t! “   a beat before he’s laughing at the unamused expression across from him. it practically RADIATING ‘that’s not what i meant and you know it’. and when his laughter subsides and he’s left grinning, he straightens up and bows deeply. 

      she’s just looking up at the man, holding a soft smile before she shifted him around and held him bridal, like she would a sleepy and grumpy kitten. the sleepiness was radiating off of him in droves, and she just kind of knew. 

@exposensei​ || questions for muns of canon muses || accepting!

oh, plenty.

for one thing, i developed her whole family; we knew about her parents and brothers and the fact that nieces and nephews existed, but i gave them birthdays and hogwarts houses and occupations and, in the case of the nieces and nephews, names, all in a timeline here

we got to see some of her history in pottermore, but i fleshed a lot of it out, most notably what she did during the first war, which we never really got to see at all!! i also turned the little info we get about her and elphinstone’s relationship into a great big two-part meta. i also decided what department she worked for at the ministry and, of course, how she fared after 1998.

    “Well, you know what they say! Smile and the world smiles with you!”

        People Izuku could get away with saying this to: anyone but Aizawa         People he was saying this to: Aizawa-sensei.

     “hey! aizawa, right?”

     he’s sitting by himself, alone at his table instead of joining any of the tables populated by the other hero students. or by any of the gen ed students, for that matter. which is a shame -- he has the potential to make double the friends, with connections to two courses like that, and you’d think his near-win in the sports festival would have people flocking to him, but...well, he doesn’t seem super receptive to it, hizashi guesses, and maybe that’s thrown people off. he’s barely said a word, even to hizashi, who’s tried to say hi a couple of times now in between class changes. 

     anyway, there’s no reason he should be sitting alone, even if he’s shy! if hizashi had just transferred, he wouldn’t want to be stuck alone in a class full of people he didn’t know, especially if he felt awkwardly singled out because he’d entered the class under different circumstances than the rest of them.

     clearly, aizawa shouta needs a friend. and hizashi...hizashi is already fascinated by him. it’s no real wonder he couldn’t get into the hero course on first try, with those robots as opponents, but it’s only a testament to the fact that they clearly need some better screening of applicants. with a quirk like that? obviously he deserves to be a hero.

     hizashi hadn’t formed any hard and fast expectations about the sports festival. he’d been excited about it along with the rest of the class, but you never really know what to expect, with the randomized challenges, do you? still, he has to admit -- when he got to the final stage, he started to think that, hey, maybe he could actually win this thing. not to brag -- and he’s not bragging, it’s not really a point of pride, not when the real pride comes from his work to control it -- but his quirk isn’t really something most people can withstand when he lets it loose. in a one-on-one fight, he can incapacitate most anyone as long as he can start screaming before they have a chance to attack him. 

     but -- but instead, very first round, he’d found himself facing a kid he didn’t know, a kid from the general education department. and he wondered what kind of quirk this kid had, to get this far, and then the whistle blew, and he opened his mouth to yell, and he...

     ...didn’t. 

     his quirk was gone. he felt the moment it disappeared; he felt the power building as he filled his lungs, was ready to let go of the careful grip he kept on it, and then -- as his opponent’s eyes flashed red -- it just...wasn’t there. his power was gone, a squeak instead of a roar, and he was left standing there dumbfounded, totally defenseless. before he knew it, the kid was up close and knocking him backwards and he was on his back out of bounds.

     it was crazy. and like -- yeah, disappointing, definitely, because he’d kind of been picturing himself as the one standing over his defeated opponent listening to the crowd’s cheers, but -- that wasn’t the part that stuck with him. so he’d lost, that’s okay, he deserved to lose against a quirk like that. 

     but the quirk itself...hizashi didn’t know there was such a thing as a quirk that erased other quirks, but he watched aizawa do it again and again against the other opponents. and a part of him kind of just -- can’t stop thinking about that moment, the way it felt. so much of hizashi’s life has revolved around his quirk. he’s always aware of it, every time he opens his mouth. it’s never not been there, a kind of pressure in his brain, ready to rush in when he speaks. he knows how to hold it back, now, knows how to stop it, but it’s still there, straining to be let free.

    until it wasn’t. just for a few moments, the pressure was gone. the space his quirk took up was empty. he could scream as loud as he wanted and it’d just be....a scream. not earth-shattering. not deafening. just a regular voice.

     and it was scary, obviously, like, it took away his entire ability to defend himself, left him vulnerable, without a shield for the first time ever. but also -- also, even as it was happening, after the initial confusion, there was a part of him that felt...relieved.

      there’s a lot to unpack there, and he doesn’t know how he feels about all of it. but what he does know is that aizawa shouta’s quirk is really interesting, and aizawa himself is probably really interesting too, and hizashi?

     hizashi is going to be his friend.

 oh !   --  so he does.  clearing his throat , toshinori tucks the papers he’d been holding underneath an arm and produces a small handkerchief from a pocket , giving it a lick and rubbing small circles at the blood stain until it’s more of a  pink  instead of red.  “ – thank you , aizawa - kun !  ”   unfortunately ,  he’ll have to wait until he’s home to let it soak and wash it out.  (  and luckily the stain wouldn’t be too alarming , considering his health. )