MHA/BNHA Stories.

Two Years.

Not my art, credit where credit is due.

"I'm tired of this!" Hair up, eyes glowing, he glares at you. It's not the usual grumpy glare that he gives you. Oh no, it's one that is rarely seen. Just like the tone the ravenet is using.

"I cook for you, clean, keep you safe, cut back on work to make time for you. I could be patrolling the city right now. But instead I'm here looking after you. And you're acting like a spoiled brat." Y/n wasn't listening, the s/c cutie rolled their e/c eyes and continued to pout.

Y/n had been caught trying to escape, yet again. This time the h/c had gotten halfway through the woods before being captured. If only L/n had noticed that damn trap before falling in. As you sat there sulking, with minor injuries from your fall, you noticed that Aizawa had gone quiet.

Looking up, you expected to see him glaring still but no. What you saw was nothing at all. No glare, frown, not even a resting bitch face. This unnerved you a little.

For days he was like this. Saying nothing to you, ignoring you. Not that Y/n noticed right away, they were still being bratty. The house slowly fell into disrepair, dishes, dirty clothes, bugs, were everywhere. Shouta only cleaned his area and stayed out of your way.

A week later you were now fed up. How dare he ignore your needs while taking care of his own. You didn't know how to cook, cleaning wasn't your strong point, and any repairs you could do were laughable. Y/n huffed and pouted, staring down at the fair skinned man as he graded papers. Still ignoring your presence.

"I'm hungry..." You said, hoping to grab his attention. Your body shivered with every word that didn't come from his lips. Normally Eraserhead would be lecturing you but instead it was like you didn't exist.

That didn't work, waiting a moment, you sat next to him, and placed a hand on his thigh. Usually that would get his attention. Anytime you made the first move, touching him, it riled up the grumpy cat. Not this time though.

Y/n had one more thing to try. Leaving and coming back, a white and black maid outfit with cute kitty ears and tail adorned s/c features. Just barely hiding that figure Aizawa so adored. Seeing you in this never fails to get his attention. Hell, the onyx haired man might even ravage you right on the spot.

Which you weren't fully against. At this point any kind of attention would do. Crawling to him, hips swaying, you purred while nuzzling his leg. Only for him to stand up slowly. Finally! You were going to get what you've been craving.

Shouta picked up his papers and walked away. Leaving you feeling humiliated, angry, and stunned. Two minutes later he returned, capture weapon around his neck, goggles on top of the weapon. Dressed for a night of patrolling. Walking right past your frame, Eraserhead leaves, not even bothering to lock the door.

What was the meaning behind all of this? Was this a test to see if you would behave? Or was he truly tired, done with all of this? Done with you?

You done goofed.

After fifteen minutes Y/n changed into more casual clothes. One hour later and you chanced it. Making sure to take a flashlight, you left the house that was on the outskirts of the woods. This time you'd make it! And you did.

Walking into the city, you looked up to the sky. The stars were out but not as bright as the building lights. A sense of longing befell you. Suddenly the s/c complexioned individual found themself missing the quietness of the cabin. How the constellations can easily be seen, how Shouta would hold you and tell you about them.

As you turned around to head back home, a hand fell onto your shoulder. At first you panicked but the owner spoke up. Her voice was gentle and familiar. "L/n, Y/n L/n?"

Turning around you saw the caring eyes of an old friend. Midnight, she pulled you into a hug, you hugged her back, before she took you to a nearby hospital. The doctors looked you over, Nemuri called Present Mic, who rushed right over. Your body was covered in new bruises, old scars.

You were close to being malnourished but still managed to hold some strength. Mic asked you what happened as a police officer walked in. Your mind replayed events, good and bad. Telling them everything in great detail, you started sobbing hard until you passed out.

Hizashi and Kayama gave each other a look after leaving the room. "Whatever they did to Y/n, they'll pay for it! We have to find them."

"I agree, Nemuri. I just can't believe it." They embraced each other, the blond wiped away his friend's tears. "Y/n is really here, back with us. And thinks..."

"I know, I know." He gave her a loving squeeze before speaking again. "I'll tell L/n, you just get the house ready. We'll never lose them again." Nodding, she breaks away from the hug, quickly leaving.

Yamada went back inside, sitting next to your bedside. His mind replaying what you had told them. You were abducted while walking home, your captor kept you in a cabin not far from town. He had broken your legs after your first attempt at escape. Was training you to be his purrfect kitty cat.

Helped himself to you as punishments and rewards. Always reminding you how you agreed to this, that you are his and his alone. For five years that was your life. When you told them who had stolen you away, that it was Shouta Aizawa. They were stunned.

No one more than Present Mic, why? When you went missing Eraserhead blamed himself. He took it the hardest. Stating that he should have done more to protect you. It got to the point that his work became sloppy, the dark eyed man was reckless. Nezu had to force him to take time off or fire him.

Aizawa took the time off to look for you. Every night he searched, they all did but nothing was ever found. Others gave up but Shouta never did, perhaps if he had he never would have...

"How could he have kidnapped Y/n if he died?" Whispered the blond, it made no sense. "Why would you think he hurt you? Aizawa loved you more than cats and sleeping. Those bastards, they broke you, my poor friend."

Little did anyone know that Shouta really had kidnapped Y/n. His recklessness, depression, searching, was all an act. The ravenet was only depressed when his kitten wouldn't play with him. Or acted like a brat. However, unbeknownst to you, Eraserhead really did die. It happened Two Years ago.

During one of his nightly patrols and searches, he was overpowered and slain. Body left to rot, Aizawa tried to make it home to you. Your name was the last thing on his swollen, bloody lips. He never made it.

After days of your master, abductor, lover not coming home you snapped. You had nearly starved to death before Aizawa showed back up to care for you. You wore his clothes, went out on patrol, always caught Y/n when they tried to sneak out. The punishments were all your doing.

Touching yourself while dressed as a certain man. Speaking in his voice, tying yourself up for enjoyment. Everything you've experienced over the last Two Years. All done by your own hand, and maybe, just maybe, Aizawa's spirit.

You are his after all.

1292 words. This was a request by LoriBannon, I hope you liked it.