the teachers keep a count of how many kids walk into a wall while playing, and there’s a betting pool on who’ll become the next school gym-leader. (most of the bets are on Izuku or Bakugou, with Kaminari close behind.)
Mic also plays it. he got Toshi to play it too (he has no idea what’s going on but it’s fun? he likes Pikachu)
Todoroki always manages to find the rarest pokemon and no one knows why
the only reason Bakugou started playing is because Sero swiped his phone while he was out and downloaded it. Bakugou was gonna delete it until Mina or Kami started teasing him about how he probably sucks at it, and that’s why he doesn’t wanna play, so Bakugou started playing to prove them wrong
Someone told me that All Might – as
a former hero and mentor of the protagonist – could still die in the course of the series, because “it’s the trope that
the mentor has to die in order for the student to grow”.
And I’m in complete denial over here
– because, no, that’s not what I want to see, okay.
I want to see Toshinori surviving. I
want him to settle and become somewhat comfortable with the fact that he no
longer can be a hero. Want him to become a full-time teacher who gives it his
all to make interesting and educational classes for his students. Want him to
become a teacher who is loved, who is the favorite teacher for everyone, not
only Class 1-A, but also the hero department classes that come after them.
I want him to be there and see how
All for One gets defeated once and for all, finally seeing the true purpose of
One for All become fulfilled as the villain falls.
I want him to be there when his
students grow and grow and finally graduate from U.A. – I want him to be there
at the graduation, smiling and perhaps a bit crying because he is so touched,
hugging his students who hug him back with all their strength and thank him for
being an amazing teacher. Want him to hold an equally sniffling Izuku who is
completely overwhelmed by the fact that he did it, he is a real hero now.
I want him to be there when the kids
move out from their old homes and start living on their own. Want him to be
there with his old truck and help them move their stuff to their new home
(especially so in Shouto’s case, because I don’t think Endeavor will let him
off the hook that easily.)
I want him to be there when the
children have to hold their very first press conference and are equally part
nervous and excited and are all like “Sensei, how did you do this on your first time?!”. And he talks to them, tells them
stories of how nervous he was the first few times until they laugh and can
finally relax a bit.
I especially want him to adjust
Izuku’s tie before he has to go out on the stage, because let’s be honest, that
boy can’t tie a tie for the life of him.
I want him to be the kind of teacher
/ dad who watches the news every day with sparkling eyes, grinning proudly as
his students – now heroes – save the world again and again.
I want him to grow old, blond fading
into grey, then white, laughter lines wrinkling the corner of his eyes slightly
and reading glass perched on his nose when he reads the newspapers. Even though
the blue amidst the shadows is still sharp and burning and he still can throw
his students over his shoulder and carry them around for a bit if they are
being sassy again.
I want him to be a constant source
of warmth and support for this children, because even though they will be
heroes by then and young adults on top of that, they are still human. And if
anybody understands what a stressful and harsh life the life of a top hero can
be, then it’s Toshinori, and his students will always be welcome to him and get hugs and encouraging words and
warm smiles from him whenever they need it.
I don’t want him dead. I want him to
be very much alive and being the coolest, nicest, proudest and most awesome dad
/ grandpa one person can be.
Aaaah, I’m so sorry to hear that,
anon! First of all, have the biggest hug I can offer!
Then, if you’re looking for
“The-children-are-sick-and-Aizawa-cares-a-whole-lot”-fics, then there is this
wonderful piece of fiction that izuqu wrote some time ago right here:
It had started off with a sneeze,
loud and surprising.
Aizawa blinked one eye open almost
instantly, shifting slightly where he was lying on the ground, wrapped in his
sleeping bag, to gaze over at the living room couch. There, Uraraka was taking
a tissue from Tsuyu with a sniffled “Thanks”, tooting into it.
“Uraraka-san, are you alright?” Iida
asked, immediately at the girl’s side before Aizawa could even move to stand
up.
“I’m fine, I’m fine! Just my nose is
a bit itchy!” The girl hurried to reassure, even though her voice was nasally and
hoarse. Her face was slightly red and she sneezed again before she could even
finish her sentence…
Even after Izuku convinces Todoroki that his left side is not the manifestation of evil, Todoroki is still hesitant to use it, even for small things. ESPECIALLY for small things. Izuku notices this, because he notices everything and Cares For His FriendsTM. So, he is the first one to convince Todoroki to use his left half to warm a cold room and heat up the leftovers because the communal microwave is (mysteriously) broken and bake cookies on his bare hand because that’s just really really cool, okay? And Todoroki goes along with it because it’s Izuku and of course he’s gonna go along with whatever that green haired puppy asks him to, they’re friends and that’s important to him. And, slowly, he becomes freer with the use of his left side.
But Izuku isn’t done yet. He mobilizes his forces. At first, it’s just Uraraka asking Todoroki for a quick favor with his quirk, and he complies mostly out of surprise and confusion. Next, Iida marches up requesting fire-quirk assistance, and he’s all stiff and hand waving and in The Class Pres ModeTM, so Todoroki does the thing because it’s just a really odd interaction and those hands are making very strange movements and it’ll make Iida go away. Then, it’s everyone. Kirishima has a bet he needs Todoroki to use his left side to help him win. Tokoyami wants him to help him practice utilizing Dark Shadow while faced with fire. Bakugou marches up with a bag of popcorn to pop because someone keeps short-circuiting the microwave and “it’d be a waste of my abilities to do it myself that’s why.” All Might himself shows up with a cold cup of noodles and a grateful smile. Even Aizawa comes to him once, thrusting a cat he had mysteriously attained into Todoroki’s left arm with a short, “she likes the warmth.” It’s always stupid, trivial stuff – the kind of stuff everyone else is so free to use their quirk for. And then, one day, Todoroki realizes he doesn’t think of his father when he thinks of his left half anymore. Instead, he thinks of half-baked cookies and warming soup and saving his friends from the Hero Killer, because both the trivial uses and the critical uses are good and important to him now.
And then Endeavor gets launched into the sun. Because I hate him and that’s important too.
Headcanon that they actually do sell Eraserhead merchandise, even though Aizawa isn’t all too happy about it. But underground hero or not, he has gathered at least a little fanbase, and there are being toy googles looking like his or scarfs similar to his “weapon” being sold.
Aizawa may or may not come to terms with that merchandise a little bit more when one day, he and his class are going shopping and when he turns around – having let the kids out of his sight only for a few seconds – he is greeted with the sight of twenty children wearing yellow Eraserhead-goggles and scarfs and posing, reciting things like “No good hero is a one trick phony” or “Logical ruse, guys!”
Aizawa nearly freaking loses it, very uncharacteristically for him, when he gets to witness the kids putting one pair of goggles on Toshinori’s head and the retired hero merrily joining in on their “cosplay”.
He does take pictures of those clowns pretending to be him, though all the while swearing that Mic will not get to see those.
I really, really want Class 1-A to do a
blanket fort.
Perhaps it starts just because someone dragged
too many cozy blankets into the living room. Perhaps it starts because two or
more of the children couldn’t sleep and huddled together for comfort. Or
perhaps none of them could sleep because of nightmares, a thunderstorm, or
after watching a horror movie.
One way or the other, they end up in the
living room, tons of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals strewn out between
them, and it doesn’t take too long for someone to come up with the idea of a
blanket fort.
The more enthusiastic kids like Mina,
Kirishima; Kaminari and Tooru are the ones to start building and hiding.
Bakugou joins in because, heck, those idiots don’t even know how to build a
fort, he can do that so much better. Uraraka is all for it and drags Izuku and
Iida with her. Shouto joins, liking the thought of a warm, cozy nest to sleep
in. Tokoyami wouldn’t confess it, but it’s exactly the same train of thought
that bring him under the blankets, too.
Kouda is completely content with sitting
in the middle of the fort, his rabbit securely on his lap and a stuffed animal
next to him while the others build a rather impressive fort around him.
When Toshinori walks into the living room,
on his way to the kitchen, he almost stumbles into the fort that takes up most
of the living room space. He freezes mid-motion as everyone calls out Watch out!
“Now, what’s all of this?” He asks,
baffled as he takes in the walls of blankets and pillows, covered with a big
blanket for a ceiling.
“It’s our fort!” Mina’s head pops up
between a few pillows, expression shining with excitement.
“Ah, yes. Of course. It’s rather
impressive,” the fort shields everyone rather well from his gaze, and Toshinori
has to bite back a laugh as he asks, “Is… everyone in there?”
“Uh, yes,” that’s Izuku’s voice that comes
from somewhere in the middle of the room.
“I think we lost Mineta somewhere between
a few pillows,” Sero comments good naturedly.
“Actually, we buried him,” Jirou mutters.
Iida’s gesturing almost topples a wall
over as he exclaims, “Everyone! Go look for him! Really now…”
“Sensei, come join us!” Kirishima pops up
next to Mina’ waving so much that Bakugou emerges, too, swatting him over the
head to stop him. “Ow!”
“Is there enough space for me in there?”
“Sure!”
“Pleeeease, Sensei!”
Toshinori relents, crawling under and into
the fort carefully. He’s too tall and lanky for this, has to basically lie on
his stomach in order to fit, but since the ground is also covered in pillows,
that’s not even that uncomfortable.
And honestly, uncomfortable or not, it’s
so worth it just because his students greet him loudly and happily, basically
snuggling up to him once he has settled down.
Once Aizawa walks into the dorms, back
from his job as an underground hero, there is nothing to be seen from his
students or his colleague. Only the blanket meets his eye once he turns the
corner.
Aizawa stops, blinks, let’s that sink in
for a moment, before, “How many hours did you all spend on this?”
There is some shuffling, before one edge
of the “ceiling” gets lifted and a pair of eyes blinks at him.
“Welcome back, Sensei,” Tsuyu greets him
kindly. “We did our homework first, promise.”
“Hm,” Aizawa frowns, not sure if that is
enough of a reassurance.
“It’s just that we couldn’t sleep
afterwards.”
If he wanted or not, Aizawa’s reservation
towards this child’s work vanishes at that, and he sighs. “Toshinori?”
“Ah, yes?” Tsuyu scoots over as the
retired hero appears next to her.
“You better tell me that my sleeping bag
is somewhere in there with you.”
“I actually saw it somewhere around here…,”
more shuffling, and the blond grunts triumphantly, “Ha! Thank you, Tooru. You’re
sleeping bag is here, Aizawa-kun.”
“Well, nothing for it then,” Aizawa
crouches, carefully examining the thick walls of blankets. “Is there a door to
this thing?”
“Oooh, is Aizawa-sensei joining us, too?!”
Kirishima exclaims. “Sweet!”
“It’s getting fucking cramped in here,
guys,” Bakugou grumbles.
“Just make yourself a bit smaller, man.”
“Yeah, you could deflate your ego a bit,”
Kaminari suggests. “Lots of space would come from that.”
“You fucking little…!”
“Yikes! Help! Get him off me!”
“Guys! You will topple the whole fort,
stop that!”
By the time Aizawa has been granted
entrance to the fort, he is already regretting his decision to join in on this –
there won’t be any escape if people start exploding stuff or electrocuting each
other, and he is tired to use his quirk.
“Don’t worry,” Toshinori seems to read his
mind. The blond looks utterly too childlike for a grown man, lying on his
stomach and making himself comfortable amidst stuffed animals. “They will calm
down soon enough.”
“If you say so,” Aizawa huffs, but relaxes
enough to climb into his sleeping bag and try to get some sleep.
And really, it doesn’t take too long for
the bickering to calm down, yawns to be heard and really, and shortly after Aizawa feels someone flop down next to him, half snuggling up to
him.
Cracking one eye open, he regards his
students – especially Mina, who is basically falling asleep on his arm – with a
calculating look before he huffs and goes back to sleep.
He has to confess – this fort is really
good work from these kids.
Procrastination Queen 