#Dadzawa understood.

[probablybadmonomaficideas]

😎

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Here me out: Protective Class 1B.

Perhaps Monoma gets attacked by somebody (Bakugo. Because he heard about Neito asking Midoria how he could still smile after causing the downfall of All Might even though he only said it to rile up Midoria or because he’s a just a very loose cannon and narcissistic asshole.) and 1B and Yo find him injured or witness the attack. And they are NOT happy.

Or, alternatively,

Monoma’s over working himself. Like forgetting to eat drink or sleep. Because this guy works hard. Maybe when they ask him about it he just waved them off with a “I’ll eat/drink/sleep in a little bit”. And 1B trusts him but tell each other to look out for him/try to convince him to eat/drink something. (They drag Yo into this too. Well, more of make him aware that something is super wrong and that he needs to check up on Neito and, if needed, jump into protective older friend/brother figure mode. Which he doesn’t get to do a lot so he’s excited but wishes it was in different circumstances. Please I beg.)

Maybe when Neito’s called downstairs for a intervention for a collective meeting consisting of 1B, Shindo, and Shindo’s class. And half way down the stairs he just….fucking passes out. Like full on ragdolls down the stairs breaking multiple ribs and getting very concussed with everyone trying to stop, grab him, and break his fall.

He ends up waking up in the infirmary very confused and in a cuddle pile:

Monoma: Where tf am I???

Everyone who cares about him: The infirmary.

Monoma: That explains literally nothing.

Them: You passed out and fell down the stairs and got attacked by Bakugo.

Monoma: What??? Why??

Them: That’s what we‘d like to know as well. But we took care of it so don’t worry :)

Monoma, feeling very put on the spot and kinda scared because holy shit they are all very serenely smiling at him: 😓

Also Monoma: Why would I ask you guys if I knew??? And what the fuck do you mean by ‘you took care of it’????

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@iwasthewind

[incorrect-fanfiction-quotes]

Aizawa, hearing noises from the trash: a raccoon?

Izuku: hiissssss

Aizawa: a child

Dadzawa: a feral, homeless child

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x daughter!reader - always be there

I got this idea for dadzawa in which his daughter got a talent show at school and ahe decided to participate but she thought that his dad wouldnt go (Aizawa) but actually he did and he was amazed by the incredible performance she did. - Anon 💜

Stretching a little bit, you stood at the entrance to the stage, waiting for the performance before yours to end.

You were nervous, beyond nervous, but you were excited as well, you had never preformed in for other people before, and you couldn’t wait to show all your teachers and friends what you could do.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, your checked your messages and sighed when you saw your dad still handed responded to your message and put your phone back in your pocket to ignore it.

You weren’t all that sad about it, like sure you were disappointed, but you understood at the same time.

Finally your name was called and you walked on to the stage, sitting down at the piano, and you closed your eyes and take a deep breath before you begin to play.

It started off slow, and kind of repetitive until the melody started to change.

You loved this, just playing piano, it was calming, and you forgot about the audience.

So much so that you never heard the creaking of the doors opening and somebody else coming in.

Aizawa quietly stepped in, standing in the back of the room, and he looked at you on the stage.

He stood watching you, amazed at the talent and passion you had for the music you were creating.

He knew you were taking lessons, but when did you get this good? When were you able to play at such a high level?

He stood up a little more, walking down the rows of seats to be able to watch you better and he could see your little smile, which made him smile as well.

He couldn’t have been more proud of you.

Not only for what you had achieved, but for coming into a stage in front of loads of other people, he knew how hard it could be for you to be in front of other people.

His eyes widened a little as the melody changed again, becoming more complex, and you smiled even more.

He took out his phone, taking a photo of you smiling brightly, and he put it back in his pocket, smiling into his capture scarf.

Everybody was enchanted by your performance, the way you hit the keys so gently but created such a powerful noise it echoed around the empty hall.

The song you were playing suddenly came to an end after a complex series of notes, and you slowly stood up.

Everybody began clapping and cheering, and so did he, while you turned your attention to the ground shyly, offering them all a little wave before hurrying to the end of exit.

Aizawa was quick to follow you into the hallway.

“Hey, are you okay? I know that was hard.”

You spun around in shock, and huge smile spread across your face.

“Dad! You came!”

Aizawa chuckled, stumbling a few steps as you tackled him into a hug, and he hugged you back.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You grinned even more and pulled away from the hug to look at him.

“You’re really good, when did you get so good at playing the piano.”

“I’ve been taking extra lessons!”

“Oh yeah? How is it?”

You began to ramble about the extra lessons and he stood there happily listening.

All the tension from a hard day of teaching seemed to vanish as he listened to you get all excited about your hobby.

You noticed him staring at you and looked a little confused.

“Sorry… I know you’re probably tired…”

Aizawa chuckled a little, placing a hand on your head.

“Keep telling me.”

“Really?”

He nodded and you grinned as you carried on explaining everything to do, and he stood against the wall while he listened with a warm smile

[whobrachiosaurus]

A big little brain. Idea of ​​scenarios or One shots.

well, i am not good at English, but i hope you understand. So sorry if something is not understood or is poorly written.

Reader who looks like or IS like Tails the fox, maybe especially Tails from Sonic boom. Intelligent, makes incredible inventions, is 8 years old like Tails. His quirk should be mutant, fox ears and tail, sorry, TAILS, two tails, like tails, other than he can fly with them.

God I'm so confused writing this haha.

Well, maybe he lives in UA? or maybe Aizawa adopts him muahaha (I have a problem with dadzawa) or nezu :D I like that option better. What would your coexistence be like with the kids from UA, those from 1A, 1B, the big three, the teachers, nezu and ERI.

I hope it is understood and that it is helpful :D

[theonewholivesinthemovies]

Can we talk about how ectoplasm just…went along with…snapping Eri’s horn off? This child understood the gravity of the situation and went to an adult THAT ALREADY LOST BOTH LEGS to BREAK OFF her horn. The justification is “shrug, desperate times, desperate measures - it’s your fault Dadzawa, we here now tho”

??????? SWEET CHILD ?????????

[sapphic-agent]

I've complained about "fanon theories being treated as canon" before, but I want to talk about how harmful they are when they're used to get people into the series as a whole.

I honest to God felt tricked and blindsided whenever I actually started reading/watching MHA because the people around me encouraged me to read it because of "Dadzawa" and "Bakugou totally gets better and has an amazing character arc!"

And that's not even getting into Hori's Tell Don't Show style of writing and how bad it is. We were always encouraged NOT to do this in my English classes, and I never really understood why until I started reading MHA.

Tbh I never knew anything about MHA outside of the bad reputation it had due to shippers. I'd have been pissed if people hyped up Dadzawa to me and I was given canon Aizawa.

The way people on AO3, Tumblr, and Reddit will just straight-up lie: "Aizawa really cares about Izuku" "Bakugou never actually wanted to hurt Izuku he was just never taught any better" "Endeavor has such good character development he atoned for everything he did"

I'm sick just thinking about it

[rachi-roo]

Hello!! Can i request some lee!Shinsou and ler!Dadzawa. Thank you!

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My Hero Academia: Throwing off the Writing Rhythm

Thank you so much anon!!!! Have a cookie 🍪! Lee Shinso isn't something I'd done before 🤔 So this was another test! It's a little shorter than my usual fics, but it's been a busy week and I hope you can forgive me! 🙏��️

Summary: Shinso is far too consumed by catching up with the rest of 1A that he chooses to miss out on class movie night! Aizawa won't let this happen and steps in to get him out if his dorm.

Lee!Shinso Ler!Aizawa

Tw: None

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It had only been a couple of weeks since Shinso joined class 1A after a successful exam. He was happy to be there, it meant he was one step closer to becoming the kind of hero he wanted to be. All he had to do was study hard and keep working.

Even on movie night. Which was a weekly event for the students of class 1A, tonight was that night, Shinso however, wasn't planning on joining the others. He was staying at his desk in his dorm, quietly working on an essay, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Shinso? It's Aizawa."

"Yeah." He called in response, not taking his tired eyes off his paper. He heard the door hinge click open, and Awizawas footsteps approaching until he was standing by his side.

"You not going to watch a movie with the others? Midoria said he invited you."

"Mhm. I declined. I don't have time for watching movies." The purple-haired boy deadpanned, flipping the pencil in his hand to use the rubber for a second.

Aizawa sighed, he understood that Shinso felt he needed to work extra hard to catch up with the others, but he is still just a boy, and growing youngsters need their downtime. With a hum, the teacher leaned over the students shoulder, reading the title of the essay.

"This one isn't due for another week, you can leave it for now and go hang out with the others." He suggested, hoping that would be enough to sway him.

"I can't, I'm in writing mode. If I stop now I'll lose the rhythm."

"The rhythm you say?" Aizawa smirked. "And, what if you do lose the rhythm?"

"Then I won't be able to write anymore this evening and it'll have to wait until tomorrow. I can't let that happen." He kept scribbling away, suddenly shrieking when he felt a finger dig into his side.

"Ah! Hey!" He turned to look at Aizawa, glaring with his tired eyes. "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" Aizawa raised a brow, smiling innocently.

"Tickle me! Uh-" Shinsos expression dropped when he realised the fate he had just sealed for himself. The feeling of dread rose in his chest as Aizawa cracked his knuckles, smiling with intent.

"Well. If you insist." Before Shinso could react, Aizawa started attacking his sides from behind, keeping the boy tabbed in his seat, unable to move the chair out and escape.

"Wahait! Hahaha! Y-You knohow thahats not Ihihi sa-IHIHAHA!" He leaned back in the chair, attempting to curl up on himself, his arms unable to reach Aizawas from the awkward angle they were in. "Noho! My pahahaper!"

"You wanted tickles, Shinso. This is all your doing. Wow, you're loud when you want to be huh?" Aizawa chuckled, moving his tickling fingers further up the boy's torso, digging into his ribs with killer precision. Tickling students into submission was something he had grown very skilled at.

"NONONO! Nohot thehehere! Ahahaha!" A flailing leg kneed the desk from below, bouncing the various textbooks and papers briefly, sending a pencil rolling onto the floor. "Gehehet off! Ah?!" He gasped, suddenly feeling a fabric wrap around his wrists and pull his arms back over his head.

"You're far too wriggly, bud. Gotta take some precautions." Aizawa smiled, petting the boys hair before going to town on his exposed underarms. The thin night shirt Shinso wore did absolutely nothing for defence.

"WAIT! Ahahaha! Noho! Hahaha! Stahap! Ahahahaaa-*hic* Pleheha-*hic* AIZAWAHAHA!" His laughter was filled with little breathy hiccups, much to Aizawas amusement.

He watched, casually continuing to tickle the poor boy silly as he wriggled in his seat. "That's a funny noise. Who would have thought someone as tough as you would have such a sweet laugh."

"Shudduhup! *hic* Ahaha!" He squeaked, his cheeks heating up to a soft pink glow as he tried to hide his face in his elbows.

"Looks to me like you've lost your writing rhythm. How about movie night then, huh?"

"Okahahay! Okay I'll goho! Mehercy!"

"Good answer." Aizawa smiled, releasing Shinso from his binds. The boy quickly bringing his arms down, shuddering and giggling still.

"Y-You buhully." He couldn't help but smile. He did love how kind Aizawa was. How he'd always find a way to cheer him up. Be it bringing him a warm drink, or just listening to him talk. Aizawa was there for him.

"Sorry, kid. I couldn't have you staying mopey like that." He chuckled, ruffling his hair fondly. "Now, get your butt downstairs. They haven't started yet, and I'm told they bought iced buns for the snacks tonight."

Shinsos eyes glistened slightly for a moment. Iced buns are good. "Okay... I'll head down now. And... Um..." He looked away, blushing slightly.

"Thanks."

"Any time, buddy."

[thankssmitin]

1A's Dadzawa

Minor #bkdk and #seroki, Dadzawa!

1A may have their own parents, but each and every one of those kids has a soft spot for their surrogate father. The day he nearly died to protect them all in the USJ was just the begging. As the years went by and more battles were fought,

Aizawa never hesitated to put himself in the firing line to cover for his students. It gets to the point where they begin to call him 'dad' and don't even realise it. Shinso was the first to do so. Not that anyone was really surprised.

In his exhausted and concussed state, a result of a spar gone wrong, the purple-haired student mumbled 'don't go dad' as Aizawa settled him on the couch in the dorm's common room and ordered the others to keep an eye on their injured classmate.

Never one to disappoint his students, Aizawa sighed and sat himself down on the floor beside the couch, letting Shinso bury his hand in his hair (something he often did with his friends to reassure himself that someone was there whenever he had a particularly bad nightmare)

This then started a trend.

Whenever the students found themselves injured, nervous and just in need of comfort, they went hunting for their class 'dad'. Each time Aizawa would make a point of sighing but would ultimately give in and allow them to do whatever it was they wanted.

Even after their graduation, they would still seek him out when they needed him. Yes, they loved their own parents but for the majority of them, those who did not come from a family of heroes, having someone around who just understood was important.

He was their rock and each of them loved him dearly.

Shoto had been the first to officially call him a family member when he sought Aizawa out one afternoon after his patrol, quietly signing items for UA students who wanted his autograph as he waited.

Eventually when Aizawa had emerged from the buildings, Eri at his side rambling about her day, Shoto had taken a deep breath and asked the question he'd been practising all day.

With his father having recently died as a result of an injury sustained years ago, Shoto found himself in the awkward predicament of having no father to attend his wedding.

He knew that Natsuo wouldn't be comfortable stepping into that role. Which left him approaching the only man he'd ever really considered a 'true' father.

Three months later as Shoto sat beside Hanta on their wedding day, they and the rest of their class watched on with bright smiles as Aizawa stood up and unfolded an enormous piece of paper with the words 'I don't know what I'm doing' written on the back.

It was nothing like a traditional Father's speech, full of bad puns and insults, but it made everyone gathered laugh and that alone was more than Shoto could ever have asked for.

And if he saw his mother in tears as she laughed, clinging onto Fuyumi's arm who was also doing the same, well, that just reassured him that he'd asked the right person. He also didn't miss the look of pride in his former sensei's eyes as he raised a glass in their honour.

A year after Shoto and Hanta's wedding, Aizawa was once again forced into a suit and this time found himself making another speech, only this time he shared the duties with a now very frail Yagi at Midoriya and Bakugo's wedding.

On his 50th birthday, Shouta opened the door to his apartment while Hizashi and Eri wrestled with their cat in an attempt to liberate his favourite hair tie, and was greeted by the sight of twenty-one students, their spouses and children standing in the courtyard below.

"Happy Birthday!" They shouted in unison, earning strange looks from the neighbours, but Shouta was too focused on the large banner reading 'Happy Birthday Grandpa Zawa!'.

He both loves and hates his kids.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

"Execution!" Izuku NO!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DBiIv3o by Kyrietheunfriendlycat ErasureHead looked at the mugger and the turned to the green feral electrical child processing everything raven said before speaking "so you decided because the mugger had a five finger activated quirk?" he said slowly so he understood and raven nodded so he continued "that it would be a great idea to BITE one finger off of each of hid hands?" There was a moment of silence the he spoke "Yea that's what I did I had to stop him somehow" ErasureHead needed a shot of tequila because he was to sober for this Words: 663, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Little Shit, I'm Bad At Tagging, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku Swears, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have All For One Quirk read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DBiIv3o

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Her children, Her babies, Her dearests, Hers.

Her children, Her babies, Her dearests, Hers. by ASH3S

Rumors. Stories. Quietly speaking of Her. They never quite knew what she was. They just called Her The Being or The Other. No one understood Her or Hers. She cared for what belonged to Her. Shadows would dance around they're feet, they're eyes would glow with something...wrong. They're smile was something creepy, just a bit too wide for they're face with teeth that looked just a bit too sharp. Looking at these people was difficult, as soon as you tried, your eyes would wander, becoming unfocused. People don't like the children of The Other. The ones that were claimed by it were cursed. Or so they say..... Inspired by: Gentle Touch. By Ivelli.

Words: 1102, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The UA Cryptids

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Toga Himiko, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, League of Villains, Class 1-A

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Has a Knife, Scared Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Mineta Minoru Bashing, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, The League of Villains Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku is a Cryptid, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Cryptid

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48695818

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 40

Warnings: Chaos child Tsukare, Dadzawa and Mamada being amazing parents Word count: 3790

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 39 | Volt 41

The last day of class, right after our finals, we were all ready for summer break. In all honesty, it wasn't even classes, it was more attendance and free for alls.

I rubbed Mina's back to comfort her as she cried about missing camp, my concerns only rising as Denki started rambling about what I caught about 'summer school hell'. The blond turned and poked Midoriya right in the eyes. I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm away with a shake of my head.

"Sorry, not cool." He said, looking in my direction. I rubbed my head in discomfort of not being able to keep up with the conversations, only realizing that my Dad came in after Denks pointed it out.

"Once the bell rings you should be in your seats. The only one who has an excuse right now is Onryo." We all sat down quickly, not wanting to aggravate him further. "Morning. Unfortunately, there are a few of you who did not pass your final exams." Dad spoke, making sure to keep his mouth uncovered for me. "So, when it comes to the training camp in the woods. Everyone is going!" Dad said with a maniacal wide eyed smile. I broke out laughing at the look on his face, only quieting down when he sent me a look. "Yeah. The good news is that no one bombed the written exam. Five failed the practical badly. Two teams, of course, and then Sero failed as well." I looked to my friend and sent him an apologetic smile. "Allow me to explain. For the practical battles, the teachers made sure to leave a way for the students to win. Otherwise, you never would have stood a chance. We were interested in observing how you each worked together and approached the task at hand." Dad interpreted Ojiro's question about teachers not holding back so I wouldn't be completely lost in the lecture. "That was just to get you on edge." I scoffed at the comment and received a look, effectively shutting me up. "Besides, the training camp will focus on building your strength. Those who failed need those lessons the most. We were never going to separate you." Dad smiled wide again and I cover my mouth to prevent laughing again. "That was just a logical deception we used."

"'A logical deception?!'" Four of my classmates yelled simultaneously. Iida angled his body when he stood up so I could keep up and I was silently grateful for it.

"Mr. Aizawa, this is the second time you've lied to us. Aren't you afraid we'll lose faith in you?" Iida asked completely appalled.

"That's a good point. I'll consider it. But I wasn't lying to you about everything. Failure is failure. We've prepared extra lessons for the five of you. Frankly, they'll be far tougher than what you'd face at summer school." I could almost feel the five pale at the comment. "I have one last thing I would like to address today. Concerning what you all heard during Onryo, Bakugou, Midoriya and All Mights match yesterday. The knowledge of me and Present Mic will not be allowed outside of this classroom. I will not be taking any questions and that does not mean you ask Present Mic either. If Onryo or Hitoshi are comfortable, then they can answer whatever they deem okay. What All Might did yesterday was a complete breech of privacy, I understand that some villains can gain access to that information, however since he is a teacher here and a pro-hero, he had no right to do that. Understood?" The class erupted in a synchronized 'yes sir' and he left.

Once lunch rolled around, I found myself in Nedzu's office. My parents sat on the couch, me standing awkwardly beside them and All Might standing off to Nedzu's side.

"Shouta, I see you've called a meeting for student mistreatment. I have to say, I'm not pleased with how many complaints I've gotten from these three and so far they've all held to be true." All Might went to speak but Nedzu held up a paw, effectively silencing him. "Shouta told me what happened during the final exam. However Yagi, he didn't need to. I already saw and heard what happened along with medical reports from Recovery Girl. Now, you already knew that you were having to tread carefully since this is why you received a warning and a demotion. I would like to make something very clear to you right now, if it weren't for the commission, you would be terminated right now. I had to sign a contract with them, not you, and I don't exactly want to go to court, as I'm sure you wouldn't either. So I will be placing you on teaching aid for all available summer school classes, which means no summer camp. Once regular classes start, you will be placed on suspension until you're allowed to start as a teachers aid once more. Is there any confusion with your punishment, Yagi?"

"No sir." All Might said, blatantly fearful of the principal.

"Tsukare, is there anything you would like to say?" I nodded and took a breath to reign myself in.

"You had no right to say anything you did. You knew the whole class was watching and listening, and you still decided to out my parents. Nobody knew, for privacy and protection, nobody has known, outside of the staff here, about our relation. Especially after the attack at the USJ. Nobody was allowed to know and you knew this, we even told you in front of the principal for that very same reason. It was immoral of you to out them. I've tried reasoning with myself. I have. And I suppose on surface level, if you were a real villain, despite after your recent actions that's feeling a lot closer to the truth then it should, a villain could get that information easiest. It's legal paperwork, it's not profoundly difficult. Nobody knows about... about my attempt." My eyes watered and I looked to the side, taking a minute to calm down. All Might took a step forward and said something I couldn't make out. "No, you're going to listen to what I have to say because you always want to know so bad why I don't care for you. Nobody knows, the only other teachers here who know are Midnight and Nedzu. Midoriya knows. That's it outside of family. Anyone else who does is because it's on a professional level. And nobody knows because my name wasn't released since I was a minor. I know my parents called in a favor with Tsukauchi that night. But you had no right-" My voice broke from all the frustration building up in me. "You had no fucking right to bring that up, a villain would have to dig a lot deeper then surface level if they wanted to get my name for that incident. You only had the opportunity of knowing because you were indirectly involved. You had no right bringing up a topic you know is private and sensitive during an exam as leverage."

"But it was exceptional during your fathers exam with how he reacted?" He asked, somehow thinking he had a valid point.

"See, there is still a very large difference. Jirou and Koda accidentally used his phobia of bugs against him. Not intentionally. They also genuinely apologized. And quite frankly, I didn't see any other teachers break bones of their students. Or make them violently ill. Or throw them completely through brick buildings. Or crush them into the ground. You broke my arm and three ribs. You almost broke Midoriya's back. You threw myself and Bakugou through buildings." I stared at him and waited for him to say something.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you, but I don't forgive you." He looked at me astonished.

"Young Tsukare, I don't think you understand how apologies work."

"I understand them just fine, I'm not obligated to forgive you. Aside from that, your apology was insincere. You don't care. I'm going to assume that it's partially your bigoted views since now you're informed that I'm gay after you made an improper assumption that could fall under the code of conducts regulations of sexual harassment. But it's also probably because if your boss and my parents weren't here, you wouldn't apologize. You don't see anything you've done as wrong or improper. The only thing you truly care about is your reputation. Nothing more. You would rather uphold your image then admit when you're in the wrong. I've already forgiven you for not doing something at the foster center. But I don't like you. I don't like your arrogance, your ignorance or your lack of teaching ability. I don't like your attitude. I don't like your half assed apology. So thank you for the apology, but I don't forgive you." The number one hero looked at me flabbergasted and said something as he was looking down but I didn't care. "Nedzu, am I allowed to leave for lunch please?" He nodded once, I hugged my parents and left.

Instead of going to lunch like I should have, I went to the sensory room. I asked Chiyo to send out an email to my teachers for the rest of the day saying if I wasn't present I was in the sensory room and I'll try to make it to class. I swear, that lady deserves the world.

I stayed in there until the end of the day, overwhelmed after the conversation with All Might. Dad came and had me get in the car so we could take a trip to the doctors.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Pikachu: Where did Onryo go??

From Espeon: He's in the sensory room.

From Boldore: He mentioned that yesterday, what is it?

From Pikachu: It's this really cool room where you can relax and collect yourself, I have access built into my student ID

From Espeon: That's pretty much what it is. It's there for people who are neurodivergent or have other diagnoses so they can relax when certain things get too much. Onryo essentially made it.

From Pikachu: Wait, seriously?!?!

From Pikachu: What do you mean he made it???

From Espeon: When the room was first made, Nedzu himself asked for Onryo to be his main coordinator so that he could be steered in the right direction. If you ask my brother, he'll tell you that room is like his baby.

From Whismur: That room IS my baby

From Pikachu: That's so cool!

From Boldore: What does it look like in there??

From Whismur: I don't have any pictures but one of these days I'll show you

From Scraggy: That's still really cool Tsuka

From Venomoth: Yeah Tsukababes! That's so cool!!

From Whismur: I guess, I set it all up years ago

From Boldore: Yeah bro but nobody gets asked by Nedzu for help, that's an achievement

From Rayquaza: Yeah!!

From Venomoth: Oh yeah, Tsubabes, you weren't there but the class is planning on a shopping trip tomorrow! Can you make it??

From Whismur: Where at?

From Boldore: The mall! You in man?

From Whismur: Uh, let me ask my dad

From Whismur: Toshi you're coming too

"Hey Dad, the class was thinking about going on a shopping trip together to get ready for the camp. Is it okay if Toshi and I go?" He thought it over for a minute.

I suppose. Just let me and Sunshine know what time you both get there and when you're coming home. You both know your curfew and what to do if something happens.

"Don't get involved unless it's immediate self defense and call you and or Pops." He nodded once and I smiled brightly, excited for a large hang out.

From Whismur: Hitoshi and I both have a yes!

From Espeon: Why do you have to drag me out to social interactions?

From Rayquaza: But it could be fun!

From Espeon: Fine.

I chuckled softly at his change of attitude because of our green haired friend and got out of the car. Dad dealt with the receptionist and kept me informed of everything.

"-llo, Tsukare— see you again." I gave the doctor a bored look.

"Hi, sorry but I can't hear you and when you don't look at me, I can't really read your lips. That was easy enough to fill in the gaps but you also blocked off my Dad from my line of sight so he wasn't able to interpret." Dr. Kenta looked at my Dad in shock, clearly forgetting about my way with words since our last visit. Unfortunately, Hosu is a bit of a trip for a single doctors appointment so we have to see the one closer to us. He was an older man who was balding with large glasses and seemed like he wanted to retire five years ago.

"My apologies. It's nice to see you again Tsukare. What brings you here today?" I licked my lips nervously, not enjoying doctors in the slightest.

"During my practical exam for my finals yesterday, two large explosions went off around me. One of them was directly next to my head. My hearing aids broke, I think the speakers got busted but my hearing feels worse. More dull and muffled then before." Dr. Kenta sat down and started typing at his computer. He started talking and thankfully, Dad was able to interpret for me.

"It looks as though you have a new set of hearing aids ready, actually."

"My spouse and I made sure he would have an immediate back up since he's in the hero course at U.A." The doc nodded, not fully invested in what I was saying and it showed.

"Why do you think your hearing has gotten worse?" I sent the doctor a defeated look.

"That's kind of a redundant questions seeing as I told you it's quieter and more muffled. That would be like if you went to an optometrist and said your eyes were getting worse and the doctor asked you why you think that." I could see Dad in the corner of my eyes hiding his smirk.

"Very well then. Let me just take a peak in and see what we're working with." I nodded once and watched carefully as he came to my right side and checked the inside of my ear, then my left. "Alright, so your left ear is still the same. Last time you were here, we did imaging of your ears. So the left ear looks the same." He pulled up the images on his computer, Dad interpreting for me. "See, the scar tissue and aggravation and the cochlea still look the same. However, your right ear, you can see some more scarring and keratin. More irritation. I assume this is the ear that was next to the large blast?" I nodded quickly, relieved that he finally started taking things seriously. "I'm going to estimate based on the imaging that your hearing is now around twenty percent in your right ear." I took a deep breath and nodded. "Did you happen to bring your old hearing aids with you?" I dug threw my bag and grabbed them, gently handing them to the doctor in their case. "I'll send these down to the lab and see what we can do to fix them. The payment will be charged to your insurance. When you check out at the desk, ask the receptionist about your hearing aids, she'll give them to you." I nodded and watched as he left.

Onryo? Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Onryo.

I'm fine, Dad. I want to be a hero. I chose to go into the hero course. I was bound to lose my hearing eventually. Shit happens.

I'm not even going to lecture you for your language. It's justified right now. But let's go home.

I hopped off the cot and followed him to the reception desk, then to the car. I didn't bother putting my hearing aids in, after the day I've had, the silence is almost welcoming.

Once we got home, I went upstairs and changed into a tank top and sweats, setting everything down gently. I waved to my family, pet the cats and went down to the basement. I settled in front of the drums and slowly started a basic beat to get the rhythm going. The vibrations hummed through me, shaking my body down to my heart, I couldn't really hear what I was playing but it didn't matter. For once, I could feel something. I felt more alive then I have in a while and that's all I wanted in the moment. I lost myself in the music, freestyling with nothing in mind other then letting out my pent up stress.

Once I finished the riff, I ran a hand through my curls and caught Hitoshi at the bottom of the stairs recording on his phone. He smirked and put it away.

(Heres a link if any of you wanna listen to what I pictured)

Feel better?

Yeah, when did you get down here?

Probably two, three minutes ago. Check your phone.

I sighed but picked up my phone and watched messages come in at a fast pace.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Espeon: 1 video attachment

From Espeon: Went downstairs to find him jamming out.

From Boldore: WOAH! SO MANLY! I DIDNT KNOW HE COULD PLAY DRUMS!

From Venomoth: I might need him to wife me up after this, everything keeps proving he would be the best boyfriend

From Scraggy: Wait, amigos, back it up

From Scraggy: Look, he doesn't have his hearing aids in

From Pikachu: 😳😳

From Scraggy: Breathe Denks, stop staring at his arms

From Pikachu: I never said I was!

From Scraggy: You never said you weren't

From Boldore: Wait, he didn't have his ears in?

From Rayquaza: I haven't seen him play drums in a while! If he's taking instrument requests, he should play the guitar!

From Espeon: He isn't taking requests.

From Venomoth: But how can he hear what he's playing without his ears in?

From Espeon: He can hear it a little bit, but mostly he's going off of the vibrations he feels from playing it.

From Boldore: That's so cool!!

From Pikachu: Okay, I'll be the one to say it

From Pikachu: That was fucking hot

From Espeon: Dude that's my brother.

From Rayquaza: Kami that's my best friend.

From Espeon: Then what am I?

From Rayquaza: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! I meant you both are!

From Espeon: Relax. I was just messing with you.

From Rayquaza: Right!

From Venomoth: Hmmm, interesting

From Scraggy: Mina, leave it alone

From Espeon: What?

From Whismur: We'll talk later Toshi

From Whismur: But Mina, leave it alone unless said otherwise, okay?

From Venomoth: Fineeeee

From Whismur: And thanks but I don't see how I was apparently hot

From Pikachu: It was, did you not watch it??

From Whismur: I watched the video, I just don't see how it was hot

From Scraggy: Tsuka, that was almost Roki level hot

From Whismur: I just don't see it?

What did Mina and Izuku mean?

She could tell he likes you.

What?

Yeah. He didn't want to friend zone you but it's clear he doesn't want to risk making you uncomfortable.

My brother stared at me with wide eyes and sat down on the bottom step.

I quickly snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat.

From Whismur: I broke him

From Rayquaza: What happened???

From Venomoth: Interesting, very interesting

From Whismur: I filled him in on something

From Whismur: Don't worry about it :)

From Rayquaza: I feel like I should be scared

From Boldore: Same bro

I looked up from my phone and saw Pops standing behind Toshi.

Do I want to ask?

Probably not.

Alright. Wanna have a jam sesh little listener? It's been a minute since we've had one.

Sure.

Alright, get back on drums, I'll hop on guitar and follow your lead. Coolio?

I gave him a thumbs up and went back on my stool, watching him get his favorite guitar and check that it's tuned.

After a minute, I started on the drums again, playing a similar beat to earlier and feeling the extra vibration from Pops playing his electric guitar.

We communicated through subtle head nods for who was about to get a solo, when to pick up the beat and when to slow it down. For a moment, I felt like a kid again, playing my first full riff with him in the basement and falling in love with music all over again.

When we stopped, we looked over to see Hitoshi recording again and Dad standing beside him with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey. How much did you see?" I asked Dad.

"Oh, I saw all of it and your brother is sending me the videos later." I jokingly rolled my eyes, set my drumsticks down and rolled my shoulders back.

"We haven't played in a while little listener, I've missed it. Maybe one of these days you'll finally let me bring you on my radio show." I grimaced and shook my head.

"I just, don't really know how I would feel playing in front of people. Even if they aren't physically there, yknow?" Pops nodded, walking over and ruffling my hair.

"I know, little listener. But if you ever change your mind, just know I'll gladly bring you on." I nodded and smiled softly.

"Do either of you want me to grab you something at the mall tomorrow?" Dad shook his head and looked at Pops. "Sunshine was just saying earlier how he needs some more hair ties, if you see any would you mind grabbing them?" I gave him a thumbs up and Pops gave me an awkward hug over the drum set. "There was something else we wanted to talk to you both about." Toshi and I looked at our Dad curiously. "You and Sunshine got invited to I-Island, and he was told that we're all welcome to go. Would you both like to?" I rapidly nodded my head, excited at the offer.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." My brother monotoned back.

"Alright, we'll let the commission know and we all have to dress nice one day unfortunately. So I'll let you know what needs to be packed for that. It's in four days." I gave him a thumbs up before we all went back upstairs to relax, finding time to enjoy school being out for a little bit.

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Aizawa Shouta

A Tear Stained Face in The Evening - Chapter Two

Notes

Aizawa really wasn't expecting his week to end like this, but that doesn't mean he's upset about it.

Now we get onto Dadzawa’s perspective. ^^

Aizawa often thought of himself as a cold man, but he wasn’t heartless. He was pretty used to finding people on the brink of despair and taking them back. As an underground hero, and as one in general, he couldn’t ignore someone in pain. He didn’t know a lot about this kid, just that his name was Izuku, but he wasn’t gonna leave him to drown further. Aizawa’s own kid suffered for years before he and his husband took them in. He almost failed them and now he won’t fail this kid.

The last person he found on a roof like this had jumped the moment they saw him. He later learned it was a 16-year-old girl who had been bullied for having a ‘weak’ quirk. He was very regretful that she hadn’t even considered talking but he understood that it seems some people get to a point where they don’t want to be saved. This kid, this soaked, small kid, did want to be saved. He could tell by the way he hugged the railing a bit too tight and kept his feet from slipping. He couldn’t tell how old he was from the looks of it in early middle school, maybe even still in elementary school, if just barely.

He didn’t even know how he got here. He’d been on his patrol route a few blocks away and flickering lights grabbed his attention. He went to go check it out when the kids' quirk hit him. He felt so many emotions flood over him and they all screamed pain and fear, though, after a moment he caught the need for help. The sensation of regret and fear was clear though it was swallowed up by despair. He knew whoever the cause of it had to be saved, whether it was from someone else or themself.

Flickering lights led him to the building, he didn’t really understand it but he figured maybe the quirk affected non-living things as well. He pushed away his thoughts and instead headed up the building. He didn’t expect to find a child but he was very glad he had.

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Shouta’s week had gone as it normally would: work, family, patrol, and repeat. It was very much a cycle but he wasn’t against it. He found comfort in patterns and honestly it at least made things easy to predict. His child often took the bus home from school since the one they went to was a bit far from UA. They planned on moving closer, but Hitoshi had been adamant they wanted to finish middle school where they were. He understood why as well, it would be easier for their kid to stay in their environment than go somewhere new. The bullying had turned into being ignored which Hizashi had been upset about but their kid explained it was for the best.

Neither of them liked it but their child was right, it would be better to be in a physically safe environment than to go to a new possibly worse environment. On Monday, he had gotten home before his child and husband, considering the latter had to work at the radio station and the former would be home soon. Aizawa got to work on dinner and was quietly letting their cats roam the house. He knew the three of them would swarm his child once they walked through the door so he wanted to at least have them tired.

His child pushed the door open about 10 minutes after he’d started on dinner so he called out to them. “Toshi, get started on your homework. If you have any questions I can help but please get it done.” His child often suffered from forgetfulness which was a side effect of their quirk. Their kid had come out to both of them multiple times without realizing it so they kinda noticed and evenly got them checked out. He felt bad for his kid but he also understood that mental quirks work strangely.

“I know dad, I just... I saw a kid. They seemed to be having a pretty rough week already.” Shouta heard his child say. He peaked out of the kitchen to see them quietly thinking while getting their classwork out. He simply sighed and nodded a little before turning to get back to dinner.

“Some people have struggled with coping, kit.” He told them as he proceeded to continue. “On top of that we can’t just assume someone is struggling, I know how you are and you often connect to people without meaning to but I’m sure they’ll be okay.” He told his child as he quietly listened for anything else they might say.

A couple of hours later, Aizawa was about to leave for patrol when his child got his attention. “Could you just… be extra observant, dad? Just in case?” They asked him softly. He gave a gentle smile and nodded in response before kissing them on the forehead. “Yeah, I will. Now try and get some sleep, Hizashi will be home in 30 minutes.” He told them.

He ended up not finding anyone that night and told his child as such. They seemed to feel a little better with that information.

Wednesday was a little eventful. Their oldest cat, Rēsu(Lace), had started to get sick. The calico was deaf and hadn’t been eating a lot so he knew it was probably almost time for her to go. When she got sick and refused to move he knew she was gonna have to go. This cat had been with him since he was Hitoshi’s age and his parents had named her. She was such a sweet cat he felt sad that she was getting to the point where she could no longer function.

He took them with him as he went to a nearby clinic. When they arrived a young boy entered and he noted how the staff seemed remorseful and upset. At first, he considered he wasn’t supposed to be here so he kept an eye on him but he watched as he put flowers, lilies of some sort, in a vase next to a picture of a woman. Her hair was green and so were her eyes, a nice bright emerald shade that the boy seemed to share just a bit darker than the lady’s locks. He watched as one of the women got up from behind the desk and hugged him.

The boy's hands were bandaged up and he could see a rash peeking out from under the shifted fabric. He seemed to have bloody knuckles, but he didn’t seem like a kid who would fight. The boy waved goodbye to them and left swiftly in a middle school uniform, with a yellow backpack hanging on his back. He tilted his head a little but he turned his attention back to his child and cat, who Hitoshi was completely focused on.

They ended up putting her down in order to keep Rēsu from getting worse. She’d lived a nice long life so he figured it was time anyways. As his child walked out in front of him, Aizawa finally got a good look at that picture of the woman. He quickly realized it was a memorial to one of the vets, her name was Midoriya Inko and she’d passed last month from the look of it. He sighed as he left after his kid, feeling bad for the other one since he understood loss.

________

“Kid. You should step away from the ledge.” He told the child as he stepped closer to the ledge. He saw him flinch before blinking at him with wide owl-like green eyes. His memory immediately jumped back to the picture of the woman in the clinic. He felt his gaze soften as he quietly moved when the boy rambled.

“I c-can’t.” The boy admitted as he turned away, before continuing.“How d-did you e-even find me?” He heard the boy mutter as the boy’s fear and sadness shifted to confusion and pain. He stepped forward as thunder clashed and caused the boy to flinch once more.

“You’re distressed and, what I’m guessing to be your quirk, is making that obvious,” Shouta told the boy honestly. He didn’t want to lie or risk making him uncomfortable since his trust was needed here. He made eye contact with the teen, feeling how they melted from their pain and guard to that of a child, desperate for help. “Plus you’re on my patrol route, so I would have found you.” He added to make the child feel like he wasn’t a burden. He also pulled up his hair to try and move towards that as well.

Shouta was trying to give the boy space but he knew time was of the essence here. The teen squeaked and looked back down, folding in on himself so he quickly tried to distract him from whatever was flooding his brain. “My name is Aizawa, could you tell me yours?” He asked gently and stepped closer once more.

He watched as the boy debated it for a moment, clearly not expecting to answer. “Izuku... My first name is Izuku.” Izuku told him. He noted that and made sure to remember the information. Midoriya Izuku.

He saw the boy shivering as he spoke, “Well, Izuku, could you step away from the ledge for me? Just a few steps so we can talk?” He asked carefully while stepping forward once more. The temperature was nothing he wasn't used to. Shouta had done plenty of environment training before so to him this was just inconvenient.

“No. I’m staying here…” Izuku told him as his gaze went downward. “I-i just want to go.” He heard him mutter before his body racked with sobs. They were surprisingly quiet and Shouta probably wouldn’t have noticed them without his training.

“Could you tell me why? Please Izuku.” He continued when his eyes stayed away. He could tell the boy was suffering. He wanted to help him out and he figured trying to make a connection would help him open up.

“Because I’m so tired. It’s only been a month and I want to go!” Izuku called out quickly and immediately he saw him break down. Aizawa stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. He quietly shushed him in an attempt to comfort him as he struggled weakly. If he hadn’t grabbed him the boy most likely would have fallen.

Shouta tucked the boy against his chest and hugged him. He felt the way he collapsed into it desperately and as his hands tightly gripped his shirt. He felt pained by Izuku’s screaming and crying but he let the small teen get his feelings out, so he gently rubbed his back before taking out his phone with one hand. He made sure to send his husband a text before turning his full attention back to the broken child. He was unsure of the exact amount of time that passed but it had been at least an hour before the boy had started to calm down.

He could feel him staring at him so after a moment he watched the boy. He had been expecting him to speak quickly but in the end, he took some time to. “I-is that y-your quirk?..” wasn’t the kind of question he was expecting to hear.

Aizawa gently placed his chin into the boy's wet curls. He didn’t mind it but he needed to have a bit of an understanding of the situation. “Izuku, can you tell me what happened? What made you wanna do this?” He asked as he sat up a small amount in order to give him some space.

He felt the boy's emotions flood up at his question so he had an idea relating to it. Shouta didn’t want the boy to feel pressured into his feelings again so he activated his quirk. “My- My m-mom died last month…” The boy admitted which made Aizawa’s heartthrob. He felt horrible that he had to handle this at such a young age. “She was h-hit by a car and i-it killed her. I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” He could tell the boy was breaking once more so he was careful to squeeze him a little tighter, wanting the boy to feel safe and he needed to blink.

“Yes. My quirk is called Eraser, kid.” He told him as he proceeded to rub the back of the boy’s shoulders when he zoned for a moment to think through what he said.

“Are you Eraserhead? I-i don’t know a l-lot about you, b-but I’ve heard things o-on forums...” Izuku quietly continued, which made Aizawa hum in response. The kid must be pretty into random information if he found things about himself. It made sense considering Shouta did patrol in this area and he’d probably been by the kid's house multiple times over the years. He felt a little more comfortable when the teen leaned into him, clearly exhausted with everything.

He shifted in the rain and held him up a little bit before speaking up. “I am, though before we talk more I’d like to get you out of the rain. Could we do that?” He wanted to warm the kid up in order to prevent a cold or any hypothermia considering the wind chill. Izuku nodded to him so he took that as confirmation when the boy followed the action quietly. “Okay…”

The teen pulled away from his chest, so Aizawa used that as a chance to stand up and stretch for a second. When the boy sat down on the ground he was quick to crouch down and offer his hand. “Here.” He said simply before helping Izuku to his feet.

“Thank you…” Was quietly spoken by the green-eyed teen as he moved to grab his bag and shoes. He went ahead and also picked up his note, choosing to let the boy keep his privacy by slipping it into his yellow backpack.

He placed his hand on the boy’s back and started to lead him down the stairwell, being gentle when he heard sniffles and signs of tears. He wanted Izuku to at least be safe tonight so he planned on bringing him home for now. He felt the smaller body shutter from the cold when they stepped out of the building, being met by his husband outside.

Hizashi smiled softly at him and the boy, clearly taking note of his uncertainty and anxiety, before waving them over to the car. The blonde opened the car door and they both watched as the soaked boy climbed into the back before his husband took his things from him and slid them in next to him.

Aizawa slipped into the passenger seat when the child was distracted by Zashi and proceeded to quietly listen for any signs of distress after his husband closed the door. He heard nothing as he made his way to the driver's side and climbed in.

“Hey Izuku, I’m Hizashi.” His husband said softly. He knew that he had a soft spot for children so it made plenty of sense for his spouse to want to keep him calm. He glanced back to see Izuku curl into himself a little and nod in response which was rather expected.

As they drove home, Aizawa kept turning around to check on the boy, making sure to mentally keep an eye out for any injuries or signs of mental distress. He seemed to just be dissociating, while bad, at least kept him out of a spiral.

He stayed like that until a bit of life shone through his dull eyes when they pulled into their driveway. Izuku at least seemed to have houses like this in his good memories so it shouldn’t cause strife of any form.

Shouta and Hizashi both stepped out of the car silently so as not to startle him. They waited for him to open the door before he waved the teen and his husband inside in order to grab his stuff. He relaxed a little to see him disappear into his home with his spouse as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

He entered the house to hear the shower starting up as he hung the teen’s things up near the front door. He placed a towel under them and moved his bright red shoes to rest on top of it before heading into the living room. “I’m getting a bed set up for him real quick, if ‘Toshi is up let them know while I grab a change of clothes for Izuku.” He asked so Aizawa nodded with an added hum to show his understanding.

He made his way down the hall and lightly knocked on their child's door, smiling softly at quiet words. “Come in?” He heard them say quietly before he pushed the door open. He could see the eye bags his child had with ease and the two cats curled up on their chest. He gave a soft sigh as he spoke up.

“We’re gonna have a guest for at least tonight, I found someone on patrol and it’s too late to take him to the station. I can’t in my right mind leave him somewhere where he can’t be supervised.” He explained. Shouta made sure to never keeps things from Hitoshi. He knew they hated being lied to and he saw no reason to not give a small bit of information. He didn’t share anything personal, as to keep Izuku’s privacy, and made sure to be vague enough that his child would understand.

He moved to head back and was handed a hoodie and sweats to give to the child. They made sure he would have a new pair of boxers, and they kept some just in case for emergency fosters. “We should wash his clothes, can you ask if that's okay?” Hizashi whispered as he headed towards the bathroom door.

Aizawa wrapped his knuckles against the hardwood of their bathroom door before speaking up. “Izuku, could we throw your clothes in the wash? ‘Zashi grabbed an old hoodie and some sweats for you to change into. Just for now.” He asked before adding, “Can I place them on the sink?”

Izuku’s voice was soft when he replied, so soft he could barely pick it up above the rushing water. “Yeah, that's okay, sorry...”

Aizawa waited a moment before quietly slipping the door open. He placed the dry clean clothes on the counter before gathering the soaked ones from the floor. He barely noticed the bloody bandages in the trash can so, after he closed the bathroom door, he checked the inside of his sleeves to see signs of blood stains. He sighed as he proceeded to make his way toward their laundry room and dropped the boy’s clothes into the wash. He added in non-irritating detergent just in case since he didn’t want to irritate his skin or the, most likely, cuts over his arms.

After he started the wash and stepped out to join his husband, he found Izuku stepping down the hall like a baby deer. He felt his heartache for the sweet child as he quietly crept closer. He noticed how he seemed to be stuck in his own head, so he was quick to try and interrupt his most likely negative thoughts. “You can sleep, kid. We can talk about this in the morning.”

He wanted the boy to be well rested and comfortable before they got into the stress of a sensitive decision. Shouta smiled as he brought his hands up to rub his eyes. “Okay.” The boy told them as he walked towards Hizashi.

They both seemed to take notice of the rash that decorated the boy’s hands, so they shared a glance before his husband got to his feet and left for a moment. He knew what he was getting so the red box in his hands didn’t surprise him when he spoke up. “Could I wrap your hands for now? Just so you don’t irritate them while you sleep?”

Aizawa had honestly been expecting the child to refuse and close off from them, but instead, he simply nodded. He watched as Hizashi stepped over and opened the first aid. He slid on gloves, a safety measure, before checking out his hands. The blonde put an antibiotic and an allergy cream over the heavily affected places before carefully wrapping his hands in bandages.

Shouta noticed the moment his spouse spotted cuts on Izuku’s wrist, seeing remorse spread across his face as he worked. Once he was done, Hizashi helped lay him down. The teen was half asleep from everything so they were both going to allow him to sleep. It was well deserved after all.

He stepped away quietly before sighing as he kissed Hizashi’s head. “Sho, I'll watch him while you shower. Go warm up, honey.” He told him before nodding. He was getting tired and getting a cold would honestly suck with how everything was going so far.

Aizawa made sure to take a quick shower, using the moment as an opportunity to think about the child’s situation. He knew very little, but he could guess it. The slight fuzziness that seemed to be hovering over their home faded over time. He made the assumption it had to do with Izuku being asleep. His quirk was interesting and a part of him wanted to know what the boy was capable of if he worked it more.

He left the shower to find his husband gently running his fingers through the boy’s damp curls. It made him smile as he kissed Hizashi’s head before sitting down to take his place. He let his husband get up and head to bed as he sat next to him.

Shouta sat there for a good 30 minutes before sitting up and getting comfortable on the lounge chair they had next to the sofa. He quietly watched him and sat back with a quiet sigh. This kid seemed so kind and gentle to his surroundings and he hated the fact that Izuku was pushed so far. No matter what; he was going to help him.