#iwasthewind

hi hi amira <333

hi gale!!

Yeah! I feel like a lot of people don't notice because this line is such a throwaway.

You kind of just assume Fuyumi is teasing but the woman behind him in this chapter cover clearly isn't Rei thanks to the animal (chinchilla?) ears. So it has to be her! I wouldn't be surprised if Natsu has been staying with her to avoid going home on school breaks.

I love your writing, it's wonderful, tysm <333

Also also, this is a bit random but what do you think of Navia? :3

ackk thank you so much i’m glad you loved it. as i always say to anyone who mentions adepti’s guide, it’s one of my fav works and i plan on updating someday, just probably not anytime soon.

Oneshot inspired by this post made by @probablybadmonomaficideas <33

Aizawa exhaled softly as he glanced outside the window of the common room. The teachers' living quarters were especially tidy today. The dog was in its dad's room. The weather was fine. Mirio and Izuku were (unfortunately) on the premises. Eri was happy as well. The grass looked okay.

Perhaps he should touch it to make sure…

He glanced unhappily at his cup, wishing he'd made more coffee. It was a bit too cold outside, perhaps- no. He couldn't- 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 keep making excuses.

The prospect of Eri meeting the boy made him a little nervous. Distressing her wouldn't do. Vlad had assured him-rather aggressively-that he was gentle and kind, but Aizawa would believe it when he saw it.

Monoma Neito wasn't 𝘩𝘪𝘴 student, after all. He didn't know much about him (he'd only witnessed Neito's personality properly during the Sports Festival) and besides, Vlad was prone to favouritism.

Was the grass really okay? Sh!t, he was running out of excuses. Eri glanced up at him uncertainly, then turned her attention to her drawing once more. She was a nervous child and unfortunately often saw herself as a bother, consequently refusing to ask questions.

"Yes?" he enquired, in the gentlest voice he could muster. "Is there something you needed, Eri?"

She looked up again, pursing her lips a little. He tried to look gentle. It was a little difficult- years of maintaining a poker face (it was just a perpetually exhausted face, really) were a little difficult to undo, but he knew he had to try for the child.

"...You said we would be meeting someone?"

Aizawa valiantly held back a sigh. "Yes, we are."

***

"Don't forget to behave~" Setsuna playfully taunted as Neito adjusted his jacket. "You're so 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, after all, such a 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺-"

"Shut up," he huffed and she cackled. "That's enough out of you-"

"The dark side of Yuuei?" She interrupted. "He really said that?" Her head bobbed earnestly up and down with the question.

"Yes," he grumbled. "And the kid was in... an... she wasn't in the best situation before, so I'm a little uncertain." Licking his lips nervously, he glanced down at his shoes, but quickly straightened up again. "I wonder if she'll be comfortable enough in my presence."

"Dude, it's okay," she chuckled. "I'm just messing with you. You'll be fine, and those two will be there too."

Neito wrinkled his nose, but couldn't hold back a smile. "Ah, yes. Class 1-A's destructive little demon. Honestly, you know what I think? I think he's too nice. He's obviously a serial killer."

"Go forth then, slayer of evil!" Setsuna's head somersaulted through the air towards the door. She pressed down on the handle and it swung open, letting in a cold gust. Kamakiri screeched and tripped over Setsuna's detached legs, landing in Tsuburaba's lap.

Setsuna snorted at them (as though she weren't the cause of the mess), then turned to Neito once more. "I wish you luck, warrior!" she teased.

He laughed and answered in an equally mocking tone. "You have my thanks."

***

"I know what you are!"

Neito blinked rapidly at the child. Eri had shrunk behind Mirio as soon as she'd seen him (Neito's heart had shrunk with her) before gasping and running at him suddenly. Now she stood before him, shyness and anxiety painfully visible on her face, along with... excitement?

"Oh ho ho?" Neito knelt before her slowly, seemingly amused. "What am I?"

In truth, he was a little afraid of the answer. If it was something bad…

She leaned forward, her arms lifted slightly like a bird about to take flight. Now she looked excited-𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺, even.

"A prince!"

He choked on air, losing his composure for a moment before quickly steadying himself. A 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦? He hadn't seen 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 coming.

"I- pardon? You think I'm a prince?"

"Yeah!"

Neito felt something warm seep out of his chest into the rest of him. He wrestled back a smile. A prince? Really? He knew he was well groomed, but what else could have caused her to perceive him as such? Him, a prince? Shouldn't it be that Midoriya, since he rescued her?

A mote of a smile escaped him and shone on his lips. Whatever, who was he to argue? This just made his job easier.

He smiled.

"That's quite a guess," he said lightly, trying not to let the sudden affection he felt escape through his voice. "Let us go inside, however. Such matters should be discussed indoors, where you can stay warm."

Nodding, she ran back to Mirio, who hefted her up and opened the door to carry her in.

Her quirk turning out to be a blank was a little disappointing. He was helpless- he couldn't be of use to Aizawa. He tried to not sound too apologetic-it wasn't his fault, after all- but he struggled with his thoughts all the same. Once they entered his mind, they lingered like a miasma. They were a little difficult to get rid of.

Not today, though. The memory of Eri adorably waving her hand and diffidently yet enthusiastically, telling him to take her on an adventure next time fought those thoughts away easily enough. He was a prince, after all, and princes were strong.

***

Aizawa's shoulders relaxed as he watched Monoma click his tongue gently and wrap Eri's scarf around her neck securely. As much as he hated to do so, he confessed (only to himself) that Vlad (for once) had been right.

It had only been a few weeks since Neito and Eri had met, but she seemed to trust him a great deal. Neito was cautious, respectful of her boundaries and full of random bits of knowledge that Eri seemed to adore. They were out on a walk and somehow the school's familiar, boring premises had turned into something filled to the brim with wonders.

Neito had pointed out several different species of birds to her so far, and was currently engaged in telling her about how intelligent crows were.

"Really?" Eri's eyes were wide with fascination.

"Yes. They also care about each other immensely, warn each other about danger, tell each other where food is and even nurse their fellow crows back to health! They're very smart. And oh- look there! What do you see?"

Eri turned around, frantically searching for what his finger pointed at. "The pigeon?" She asked, a hint of scepticism in her voice.

"Mhm."

"What's so special about pigeons?"

He grinned at her. "They have excellent pattern recognition skills."

She frowned a little at the complex words. "What does that mean?"

"It means," said Neito, his grin widening, "that they can be taught to read!"

Eri gasped as he laughed, then continued to explain what he meant. He was never so soft when someone from class 1-A was around, but allowed himself to relax before the teachers.

Aizawa allowed himself to smile a little as he remembered the time Neito and Eri made apple tart together. Neito had resolutely prohibited her from even coming close to anything remotely dangerous, but had let her do smaller tasks to help him as he did the actual cooking. He'd written down the ingredients and recipe on a piece of paper in simple letters that she could understand, and had asked her to read it out to him.

"It's 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 important that you tell me the recipe correctly," he'd declared. "It's vital that I receive the correct instructions. It's alright to take your time to read it- in fact, that's great because it gives me time to prepare for action. But you 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to say it in the correct sequence, okay?"

She'd proudly done as he had asked, and well- the resultant tart was excellent.

Aizawa would never have thought Neito to be so thorough with his plans. He'd boosted Eri's confidence in her reading skills and made her feel as though it were a very important job, even though he likely knew the recipe by heart. It had been a brilliant move on his part, and every sentence had been tailored to fill her with confidence. Small things like these had massive impacts, and the result was visibly positive. He was good at this. He seemed to be good at everything, really.

He 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a prince, after all.

A/N: i shuckin hate Tumblr, it keeps doing absurd things to this post. I'm having to?? Repost it?? Get your act together Tumblr, I had difficulty posting this to begin with and now visibility problems ;-;

Tumblr's shenanigans after all my efforts despite not having written in a while make me want to (⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Anyway, it was fun writing this, but please don't mind any mistakes because I didn't get much time to edit it, I mostly just skimmed over it really fast and smoothed over any mistakes I found :')

And my apologies to @probablybadmonomaficideas, I told you I'd post it in a few hours but I'm having trouble </3

LMAO thank you so much! 😭 i can't take credit for the tag tho, my friend @goodmorningawfulbye is the one who came up with it!

originally i considered changing my xiao tag to "my little miao miao" fjdjgjd i still like it, but i know my lazy ass was gonna s u f f e r typing all that every time... for the not small amount of xiao content i reblog hehe >u>

SHSJSJ (also there is no need to respond to this!!)