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[dryeyes]

For all of your:
• Single parent AUs in which somehow this man had a child.
• Single parent AUs in which somehow this man ended up with a child.
• "Actually I have no strong father figure in my life and/or my parental figure is abusive and so my teacher sort of adopted me" AUs.
• "I'm not the kid in this situation but seeing Aizawa gruffly care for children excites my heart in a way I can't take" threads.
• "I accidentally called my teacher 'Dad' and the whole school won't let me forget it and he keeps glaring at me."
• anything else we goddamn want

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[glaciers]

[Aizawa is dad.

Enji had his children taken away from him due to a litany of child abuse when Shouto was twelve. Shouto doesn't really know Aizawa, but he's glad to be away from Enji. He's pretty sure this is probably temporary, and he's fine with that. Anything at all is preferable to sharing a roof with his shitty old man.

But he looks up at Aizawa and frowns a bit. He doesn't know who this hero is... Why is he going with him? He's not even sure what kind of hero he is. Hopefully, he's not like Enji.]

[dryeyes]

[The public is still reeling from what information about the case was leaked out. There was a ton of articles coming out, all with various degrees of accuracy and the whole thing was a mess. It was the kind of mess that required careful navigating and, according to the people he spoke with, a talent for avoiding the media. Aizawa was very, very talented at avoiding the media.]

[They were a bunch of pointed vultures, after all. They could harass Endeavor all they wanted about issues of the case. Trying to get commentary from the child, though? That was truly disgusting, to try and get quotes or soundbites from someone going through a rough situation simply because they were, as a child less intimidating than the Number 2 Hero. ... if he'd still keep that title. Endeavor had always been a hero that got results but sometimes used rather direct and forceful means. There was still a bit of respect there but only because Aizawa was a strictly rational person who could respect someone's hero work while wondering what sickening things he had done to his child.]

Did they bother to tell you my name? [he glances down at the child he's walking with. Most of the way home had been via car, ducked down to make sure no flashing cameras caught sight of them. The last leg would be walked, through a series of small back-alleys to get to where Aizawa lived.] Honestly, the whole thing was so rushed. [he complains, softly, shaking his head.] You can call me Aizawa, or my hero name, Eraserhead. Either is fine. [And there's the apartment building. It's nowhere near the nice, large, traditional Japanese house Shouto came from. It's quiet, though, out-of-the-way, and very far away from Enji Todoroki.]

Shouto. [He kneels down, making the height difference between them shrink.] You'll be staying with me until this case gets resolved. In an ideal world, you'll be able to choose a member of your extended family to stay with after that...

... but for now, you're with me, understand? You don't have to like me but I hope you'll work with me.

[glaciers]

[Shouto was barely ever allowed the leave the house. He was Enji's prize and for that, he had a distinctly different upbringing than his siblings. Hours and hours in a training room alone with his father where he was beaten until he could barely stand back up. Even now there are bandages around his torso and bruising under his shirt.

He shakes his head at the question. No, it was a rush job and it seemed like the other heroes just didn't want to leave him out on the streets for too long. With all the reporters in front of the house, he can kind of understand it.

The building is... well, he thinks he can get used to it. Maybe they have tatami mats too? He just can't afford to be picky when it means getting away from his father.

He's slow to talk after everything that's happened today, but he gives a nod when Aizawa asks if he understands.]

... Okay.

[He spares a moment to wonder how his mother is doing, but he doesn't think she'd want his company now. After all, he looks like his father and she doesn't... there's no way she'd want to see anything that reminds her of that guy.]

[dryeyes]

[It was a rush job and Aizawa understood entirely well that the child now in his care might not trust him and had every right to not trust him. So, he wouldn't ask for trust. Cooperation was enough. That quiet "okay" was all he needed to know.]

Good. [he considers a pat on the shoulder but, no. Casual physical contact was for people closer. They were just two victims of circumstance.]

[The small, cozy apartment does have tatami mats. It has very little else, though. Aizawa wasn't one for personal effects. There was enough in the kitchen to prepare meals. There was some furniture. There was a bright yellow sleeping back in the corner of the main room. The whole thing gave a very barren appearance, not that Aizawa seemed to care or feel ashamed.]

I have a futon. [he explains, as if that's the first worry a child would have being confronted with this sad-looking apartment.] It will be a bit big for you but you can have it all for yourself. I prefer the sleeping bag anyways.

for yeeeeeeah

[dryeyes]

[Knowing his life and knowing the risks he took on a daily basis, Shouta Aizawa knew it would be entirely irresponsible to have animals or children.]

[It's not like he would be bad at it. He'd probably do it very well. Anything he set himself to was approached with the same methodical, careful level of preparation and commitment. The biggest problem was that, no matter what, his hero work would come first. An animal could maybe work, considering that something like a cat could distract itself over the course of the day with sufficient toys. Still, should he be hospitalized someone would have to check in to feed it and if he never came back, then...]

[It would be entirely irresponsible to animals or children and now he had this animal-like daughter. Even when he had confessed to Hizashi, he'd told him that work came first and second and now, here he was, shoving another important thing in the queue. It makes him nervous. He doesn't go back on things he says and the things he's said- I'll never have children. I don't want any. When I die, you should have a big family.]

[Now he needs to tell the man he's dating (that he did not consult during the process although, he notes, he absolutely should have) that he's adopted a girl.]

[It started with a text of "I need to come over after work. Around five." which was normal enough, but after a pause there was also an added, "Love you." That sort of extra, needless sentimentality only proved there was something major at play here. At least Hizashi could see him during the school day to establish that Shouta wasn't dying or delirious when he added the "Love you" text.]

[yeeeeeeah]

[ When they first got together, hearing that Shouta never wanted children was a dagger to his heart. He'd spent so many years dreaming up this perfect married life with Shouta one day and it all came suddenly crashing down. They saw eye to eye on so many things. But then again, he could see the reasoning. And they could be happy anyway, right? He certainly was.

Surprise texts were nothing new. Everything was perfectly normal about that text save for two words. Love you. Something was happening. Something big. Good? Bad? Shouta was making a point of avoiding eye contact all day so probably something bad.

Hizashi found himself pacing as he waited for Shouta to finally arrive. There was no sense in texting to bother him. Him replying would only slow him down, and clearly it had to be done in person. ]

[dryeyes]

[Uninterrupted by any texts, Shouta makes it there directly at five, with the knock on Hizashi's door being almost to-the-second perfect.]

[He hadn't brought Yuki along because that sounded like a disaster, honestly. He wasn't expecting the whole situation to blow up in his face. He at least knew Hizashi wasn't like him. He only had one or two nightmares about things ending because of this, in-between finding a snake in his sleeping bag and ending up with the girl sleeping over him sort of like a dog. They were just a stupid symbol of nerves. He could get rid of it and go back to have normal nightmares like dying.]

[He did bring his bag with the paperwork, though, just to explain the circumstances better.]

Hizashi. [His expression is at least a bit softer than usual, the kind of look only Hizashi gets, when the door opens.] You didn't have other plans, did you? [Another considerate sign that the world was ending. He needed to talk to him, it needed to be tonight, so the only reason he'd bother apologizing is if he really wished he'd rather not be doing this.]

for humanorwolf

[dryeyes]

[Despite what people would think, Aizawa has cared for children before. He has enough experience to not feel entirely lost in the situation. Anything he hadn't dealt with before could be analyzed and dealt with on a case-by-case basis, the kind of quick thinking he used in his hero work.]

[... his previous experience did not prepare him for Yuki.]

[Really, he should have just imagined the worst case scenario of a first year and scaled it down. Or, maybe, compared it to taming a wild animal. And speaking of wild animals...]

Yuki. [It's the tone of voice that absolutely freezes his students in place. If only it was as effective now. His expression is tired and grumpy, because as much as he'd wanted to make catch a thirty-minute nap before shopping for dinner-]

Why was this in my sleeping bag? [-the squirming, probably-equally-as-startled ratsnake that had been brought into their small apartment kept that from happening. He stares down at Yuki, who he'd interrupted from whatever she was playing at, one hand holding right behind the snake's head and the other with its body coiled around it.]

[Honestly, Aizawa didn't care if it had been purposefully been put there or just squirmed in to heat itself up, still that sort of thing needed to be discouraged.]

[humanorwolf]

[The Adoption for Difficult Quirks Program was a nonprofit blah blah blah -- Yuki had been used to the spiel the workers there had practiced, and of course when they think she doesn't care to listen, she hears plenty of warnings given to anyone who dare adopt her; 'She's been through quite a few homes now, and none of them seem to stick; she's a handful; we'd understand if you are looking for someone a bit more... tamed...' She's very much used to getting into slap fights with other orphaned quirk-users, too, when they sing little diddies about how she's the eternal orphan girl.

The Adoption for Difficult Quirks blah blah blah...

She says it sometimes, squishing herself into a small space, hands on her knees, a scowl in her expression. Really, she's gotten the title of 'intentionally bad kid', so she plays it up, because that's apparently just what she is -- and so, she continues the trend with this one, too. She's met strict parents, so she's not afraid of whatever Aizawa's got on her. The Adoption for BLAH BLAH BLAH...

She looks up innocently from where she's peeling all the paper off the crayons she brought with her here. The first family she had didn't appreciate all the murals she made on the walls.]

That's Taki.

[She grunts it, because she's attempting a slow motion cartwheel that's kinda more like a rolling pill bug maneuver than anything.]

She's my new friend. Can I have some applesauce?

[dryeyes]

[He would stop to rest his forehead in his hands if he didn't have, you know, a struggling snake in them. He'll settle for a tired sigh instead.]

No, we don't have applesauce. [That was an easy answer, at least. He kneels down to talk to her more directly, even though she's half-flopped over on the ground. A friend, huh. He didn't live in a neighborhood with kids. That had always been a big plus point of the place. He was going to have to invest in some sort of child care service, anyways, once the school holiday was over... That's for later, though.]

All you did by bringing your friend in here is scare her. [He's not going to argue that they're not friends, or that snakes and humans can't be friends, or that she had no way of telling whether the snake was a he or a she. He'll focus on the fact that the snake should not be in the damn house.] She doesn't want to be here and she's scared. That's not how you treat a friend.

Now, where did you find her? [They were going to have to set the snake back out and if he was taking Yuki out anyways they might as well get shopping done and he's got a horrible, sneaking suspicion that taking Yuki to the market is only going to result in more trouble.]

[But it would be the most efficient way to do things. So he has to try.]

MEETING THE LITTLE ONE

[yeeeeeeah]

[ He should be nervous, right? He was meeting what was essentially going to be Shouta's (and his) daughter. He should be. What if she didn't like him?

But she's four. The chances of him doing something for her to permanently hate him is so impossibly small. And he loves kids! He always gets along with them. He's more excited than anything. How many days and nights had he imagined Shouta and he with children of their own? Specifically a daughter! AND NOW LOOK AT THEM!!

He's not so patiently waiting outside the candy shop for them, bopping his head to a tune playing in his head. ]

[dryeyes]

[Shouta's nervousness was mostly about telling Hizashi about the horrible, selfish, terrible adoption he'd started taking steps towards. In his mind, that was the most difficult step involving Hizashi.]

[... since, after all, Hizashi was better with this sort of thing. He had a normal, chatty family for reference. Shouta had only had that for a bit longer than Yuki had. So, it was better to have someone a little more normal involved. It doesn't really dawn on him that the two of them might not get along. Maybe it's optimism. Maybe it's just the fact he's got no experience in this sort of thing to fall back on.]

[He'd told Yuki they were going to meet someone very important to him. That he hoped they'd get along. That this guy could get a little loud but it was only because he was excited to meet her. ... and most importantly, they were going to get a bunch of stuff at the candy store to make up for not going to the park. He doesn't force her to wear shoes but, again, tells her not to complain if she steps on something. He doesn't expect her to ask a lot of questions but keeps the air between them open.]

[humanorwolf]

[Getting along with the fiery energy that is Yuki may be difficult, but if there's anyone who can have a shot at it at a speed that isn't 'snail's pace'... it's probably the loud bird man. She doesn't really bat an eye at the idea of a loud friend, even if no one in her family had been particularly loud. She didn't want to admit that her father had been very similar to Aizawa in soft stoicism and stern kindnesses. He didn't want to admit he was patient like her mother. Ame... A-anyway.

She was used to being the loud one in her family.

And in... all the families that followed.

So maybe meeting someone with that much energy would be a good thing, huh? She of course forgoes shoes and banshee-laughs through the streets, turning the heads of all the more mild-mannered citizens; one of the know-it-all moms passing by mumbles to her fellow mom, something along the lines of 'they really need to put shoes on that child', the other mumbling back sourly, 'and maybe a leash'. To which Yuki turns and attempts to chase their skirts in wolf form, barking and growling and making them walk a lot faster (with much more to complain about).

... Anyway, that's just down the street of the candy shop, so.

Enjoy the scene, Hizashi.]

[inheritance]

[He'd gotten complacent, and Izuku could almost hate himself for it. (Does hate himself for it.) Even though the League of Villains had concentrated their attacks on the students and proheroes for the most part, he should've known that it was a possibility for them to change their focus to the heroes' families instead. If it hadn't been for Inko's own quick thinking and instincts, if she hadn't called the police immediately when she noticed something strange about the house before entering... well, Izuku doesn't want to think about what could have happened. Even after he'd convinced his mom into moving temporarily overseas with his dad, the guilt still eats at him. She'd been targeted because of him, after all.

It's getting difficult to hide it from his classmates now, which...he should have expected, too, when they're all living in the same dorm building. Izuku forces out a laugh, trying not to look like a deer in the headlights when Mina of all people asks him why he hasn't been going back home during the weekend as much as he used to.]

A-ah, I will be! Soon! [Izuku stammers out, trying not to look toward the front of the class, where Aizawa's still standing. Maybe it's his imagination, but he thinks he can feel the teacher's gaze on him.] Anyway, Ashido-san, I should get going. I wanted to pick up some supplies after class...um, see you later!

[And with that, Izuku quickly makes his escape from the classroom. Super smooth.]

[dryeyes]

[Most student didn't learn these lessons so early. Usually, it took until their third year, or maybe once they'd debuted, to realize the true risks of the career. Class 1-A was ahead of the curve in all the wrong places, as usual. Aizawa is surprised he's still being trusted with these children. He needs to be more careful, to be worthy of that trust.]

[... so of course his eye is trained on Midoriya, whose current legal custody was now entirely on the school's shoulders and who was currently bearing the emotional burden of the situation firmly on his own shoulders.]

[It was fair to not want to tell anyone. He just shouldn't be so obvious about it.]

[He's allowed to escape the classroom temporarily. Knowing him, he'd get waylaid by any other number of friends. He attracted any number of fellow students, after all, a far cry from what Aizawa had ever experienced. He's not so naive as to think just the presence of friends and peers eases the kind of worry he's under. Which is why he'll track the other down, in some conversation with Iida and Uraraka, and interrupt.]

Midoriya. Staff room, please.

[inheritance]

[Though he should be used to his teacher appearing out of nowhere by now, Izuku still squeaks and jumps with surprise when he's addressed so suddenly. He glances at Aizawa, feeling dread begin to collect in his gut already--he has a feeling he knows exactly what his teacher wants to talk about, and the chances of him escaping from this conversation are slim to none.]

O-okay. [Izuku stammers, not meeting his eyes. His grip on his backpack tightens as he forces himself to smile at his friends.] I'll see you back at the dorm later, Uraraka-san, Iida-kun.

[He waves them off before turning away and following Aizawa toward the staff room.]

[villainlike]

[hitoshi is freshly five years old and it's supposed to be nap time, but he isn't very keen on that idea right now. usually he and his father share a nap time (his father always looking so tired), but despite hitoshi's best efforts to fall asleep when he should whether it be for nap time or actually sleeping at night... it is very hard. sleep doesn't come easy to him and because of that he tends to spend his hours meant to be sleeping to play with his toys in his room.

like right now, only that he and a few of his 'pro-hero' stuffed animals are coming with him on a mission to the kitchen. his dad had cut up some apples earlier and hitoshi desperately wants them now. with taro (a stuffed bunny rabbit uncle yamada gave him a long, long time ago) and ume (a stuffed cat his father had given him) in tow he makes his way sneakily towards the kitchen.

hopefully his dad is asleep...]

[dryeyes]

[Does Dad ever sleep.]

[He does, of course, he naps, he fitfully rests, but his sleep schedule is a mess. At some point he knows he should stop nap time to try and help Hitoshi sleep through the night. It's just difficult when his own sleep schedule is a mess and it's honestly comforting to have his son curled up by his side. He feels a bit more secure, knowing he's got him. There's a bit of guilt to that, of course. He's the parent, he should be providing comfort to his child, not the other way around.]

[The roulette of insomnia has not landed in favor of little Hitoshi. It does make it a stealth mission, though. If he times his steps to only happen when there's the clatter of keyboard typing, he can escape notice a while longer...]

so I lost this tag three times while trying to mobile tag

[villainlike]

[maybe this will be the day shouta looks back and sees this as the moment he realized hitoshi would go on to become a spy - or something equally sneaky.

or maybe it’d be the day he’d recall fondly and with a terrible smile to hitoshi’s friends when he’s older and more easy to embarrass.

with both of his pro hero comrades under each arm hitoshi takes careful steps onto the carpet and makes a beeline for the back of the couch where shouta was sitting. it was the halfway point to the kitchen and if hitoshi could make it there then he’d have sliced apples as his prize. so long as dad didn’t hear him opening the fridge door.

knowing he probably can’t drag ume and taro with him into the kitchen he sits them up against the back of th couch, making a silent promise to bring them both apple slices.

and when he feels very sure his dad is distracted hitoshi dashes for the kitchen.]

i hope this works!!

[nextsymbol]

[U.A. can never seem to catch a break lately, it seems. The house arrest punishment for Deku and Bakugo is barely even over when there's an attack on the campus by the League of Villains. It happens late at night, when the students and many of the teachers are asleep; Aizawa, in fact, was one of the first to raise the alarm -- the security system was mysteriously disabled prior to the assault, and he'd just so happened to have been awake getting some work done when he smelled smoke. Unfortunately, it wasn't just a couple of his foolish students getting into a fight this time.

One bright side was that the location of the attack meant a large number of pros were available to fend it off, but that only fueled more questions about the motives behind targeting such a defensible location and renewed suspicions of potential traitors in their midst.

In light of all this along with the damage to the dorms (Cementoss was one of the heavily injured in the battle, leaving the dorms to either be repaired by hand or left as they were until he could recover), it was decided that the students should be sent to live with individual pros in the meantime, rather than heading back home to their families. Izuku is assigned to stay with Aizawa, which is a bit...awkward, under the circumstances, but what can you do.

Once he's packed, he bows politely to his teacher on their way out.]

Um...thank you for opening up your home to me, sensei.

[Even if it was something decided by the school itself, it was still a bit of an imposition on his teacher's life, and he doesn't want to seem ungrateful.]

[dryeyes]

[What an absolute pain. Part of being an adult was burying that feeling and just moving ahead with whatever needed to be done. Still, Aizawa always allowed himself a bit of time to grumble about it when he could.]

[After all, he was a private person. In reality, his position wasn't too bad. Due to the size of his place he was only assigned one student to babysit. He was already getting a stream of annoyed texts from Present Mic who had at least three at his place. Even the most grateful or well-behaved students became irritating when there was a group. Instead, he just had... a contradiction of a kid who was both honors student and troublemaker.]

[At very least this would keep him and Bakugou apart.]

Hopefully this whole situation should blow over in a few days. Don't expect any special treatment. [he scratches the back of his neck before sighing and settling into an expression more neutral than grumpy. It needed to be done.]

Come on. It's walking distance. [because of course it is, anything less than that isn't logical]

[nextsymbol]

[Walking distance. It makes sense, given how practical his teacher is, but there's something so surreal about the sudden realization that he's been living and going to school so nearby his teacher's personal home all this time. Kind of like running into them at the grocery store--you just never expect it.

If Izuku were a different sort of kid, he might also find something ironic about the remark on not expecting special treatment, considering how All Might had gone out of his way to tell him that he wasn't involved with the admissions process in UA, in case he was worried about not making it in on his own merits, but he's Izuku, so instead he just shakes his head, vaguely flustered--]

O-of course not!

[He follows behind his teacher mostly in silence afterward, not entirely sure what to say or if it'd be better if he didn't try to make conversation, but a couple minutes later, he speaks up again.]

If...if you need anything done around the house in the meantime, I'd be glad to help. And of course I'll do my own dishes and laundry.

the continued adventures of extracurricular activities (inheritance)

[dryeyes]

[The normal patrols as part of Izuku Midoriya's extracurricular continued. After a few successful standard patrols, Aizawa began to show him some of the more specialized routes. A few patrols, Midoriya was instructed to explicitly stay out of sight. Rather than a deterrence strategy, it was a matter of seeing how people behaved without feeling the threat of consequence. Any incidents were dealt with quickly and efficiently by Aizawa so that there wasn't even a moment for Midoriya to try and take things into his own hands.]

[He knows that won't last forever. Eventually, there's going to be an incident that they'll both have to be involved with and he'll need to authorize usage.]

[It ends up happening on one of their rooftop patrols. The idea was to not hide but approach situations from another angle. The rooftops served as a good vantage point. In fact, they have a great view of the sudden appearance of-]

[Aizawa's blood briefly goes cold. That inhuman frame, the bulging eyes, that was certainly a Nomu. It was up on the rooftops, too. It hadn't seemed to have made a move yet. Preemptive moves were generally frowned upon. In the case of an artificial human, though, there was far too much risk from leaving it be. He knew already what happened when he took on one of those one-on-one. Like it or not, he may have to involve his student.]

Deku. [quiet, urgent, and with the name that meant professionalism kicked in] Two roofs over. [And while he was acting as a guardian, here, he was also a teacher.] What's your first response? [How was he thinking? Single-minded heroism? Or within his means?]

[inheritance]

[Having done enough patrols with Aizawa to pick up on certain signs, Izuku immediately shifts into "alert mode" as soon as he hears his hero name. It only takes a second for Izuku to locate the problem, and a soft hiss of shock escapes him before he falls silent again. What's a Nomu doing here? He can only hope that it's nowhere near as strong as the one that they'd encountered in USJ, or they'd be in a lot of trouble.

Izuku leans forward slightly, gaze sharp as he studies the Nomu from their rooftop perch.]

First option--we call reinforcements to capture it before it does any damage. Second option--we continue to watch it and learn what the League might be up to. The Nomu isn't moving right now, which means it's either been given the order to just observe, or the League hasn't given it the order to attack yet.

[He rattles this all off in a voice as quiet as his teacher's. Even if the Nomu is some distance away, there's no point in pushing their luck.]

[dryeyes]

[Good, neither option he presents is to engage. Either one would be a good choice to undertake as a two-man squad. Next would be the implementation of the plan.]

Reinforcements, definitely. [Regardless of their motivation, the heroes active in the area would need to be informed. At any point the Nomu could be given orders to attack or determine the threat of heroes in the area and react. Most Nomus without orders were tame when captured but there was still so little they knew. If it came to their self-preservation, those monsters had an arsenal of quirks to defend themselves with.]

If we can get the local heroes involved we may be able to observe then lead it into an ambush. [That would be the best possible result of both plans. That was only if things worked well, of course.]

Then, [Aizawa continued, the level of calm in his voice deceptive of his actual thought process,] between the two of us, who is better suited to alerting nearby agencies?