I don't own anything but the OC.
Any and likely all Japanese seen will be from Google Translate. Sorry in advance, and if you know how to fix it PLEASE tell me. Translations will be at the end of not clarified within the text.
Also I'm making the assumption the Japanese people would have difficulty pronouncing my OC's names so if it isn't the case sorry. I thought it would be an interesting idea to play with and I tried picking names that actually could be difficult to pronounce. Sorry once again, I don't want to offend anyone I just want to write! Plus it leads to an important thing in the OC's quest for Heroics.
If anything that is not obviously made up by me is wrong, for example I know I often use past and present tenses interchangeably, please point it out so the story actually flows nicely or, yah know, makes sense. I keep going through the text and each time I find more so idk.
I'm a comma fanatic, and I'm not sorry. I try and make them proper, but sometimes you just have to use somewhere I sounds good rather than following rules.
I keep switching back and forth from Yamada to Hizashi and Aizawa to Shōta, I had a reason but I forgot it so sorry if it flips back and forth a bit sometimes. I think I fixed it though. Though their names will change to Yamada/Present Mic or Aizawa/Eraser Head depending on who the POV is coming from. So if it's focused around the class then it's Aizawa/Present Mic (only because the man doesn't say his name at any point to my knowledge). Also if they're in their hero garb then they'll more likely be named by their hero names.
Anyway I usually make these rants in the beginning of every book or chapter so I'll clarify stuff at the end of chapters to not induce spoilers that are not apparent. Make sure to ask questions if you don't understand something. Enjoy :D
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It's been a few hours since Fred had officially moved to Musutafu, Japan to attend at a prestigious high school known as U.A. High. He was hesitant at first, but seeing that, apparently, two of the teachers there had quirks that are so similar to his own you'd think he was they're love child, it was his best option. Also, because of these similarities they are likely the best suited to teach him control over his own quirk.
In the end, Fred realized that this was his best shot at being able to both learn how to control his quirk and to become a hero. Sure, there are likely many people within the U.S. that have quirks similar to his own, but none are pros, and therefore unable to legally teach him. Not to mention that the only people that have registered quirks similar to his own just so happen to live right next to two different oceans, so it would be difficult to be taught by them anyway.
After being told that there were two pros that live in the same city with quirks almost identical to his own Fred almost cried. He was so relieved that his dream of becoming a hero was still obtainable and extremely close. The only downside was that these pros lived in another country. Japan. Which is cool and all, seeing that Fred had Japan on his bucket list since he started learning about their unique culture in middle school, the only downside is the language barrier, seeing that Fred doesn't know any Japanese beyond Kon'nichiwa. Despite this, Fred had agreed to transfer to U.A. High School and go through their hero coarse. What caught Fred's interest the most is the fact that U.A. is the best hero school in all of Japan, with a 0.2% acceptance rate, but despite the fact that they barely let anyone in, he, Frederick Anderson, was able to enroll into the hero coarse!
After flying over 14 hours nonstop from New York City to Tokyo, Japan, Fred was picked up by one of the owners of the apartment that he was going to live in, which is conveniently close to U.A. High. Both of the owners of the apartment are Pro Heros and teachers at U.A. The man is a quiet, obviously overworked man who obviously was not there out of the goodness of his heart. He had had a sign with only his last name on it in both English and Japanese.
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Upon exiting the long tube out of the plane and through the gate, Fred started for the exit. Going through inspection with ease, Fred looks around the terminal for someone looking for him. He'd been told that once he landed in Tokyo he'd meet a teacher, who would take care and host him while he was in Japan. After looking around at the signs some people had, and not seeing his name on any, he quickly walked over to a secluded wall before reaching into his backpack and pulling out his phone, which he had powered down to conserve the battery. But before it even turned on completely, a pair of black boots stopped in front of him, causing Fred to look up. His eyes instantly being drawn to the sign with his name on it, Fred then looking up at the man holding said sign. The man at first glance was unkempt at best, with thick, slightly wavy black hair pooling around his shoulders and covering his face slightly. He was also wearing a black baggy jumpsuit with a utility belt around his waist and a long scarf around his neck.
Straightening, Fred extends his right hand. "Hi, I'm Frederick Anderson." He introduces.
The man raises an eyebrow at Fred, though Fred was unsure as to why. Despite this, the man moves the sign to his left hand and takes the offered hand, making the boy wince slightly at the grip. "Aizawa Shōta." Was said in a heavily accented voice. The man, Shōta, after shaking Fred's hand, quickly let go and shoved his right hand into his pocket before gesturing with his head for the boy to follow. Quickly grabbing his backpack and stuffing his phone into his jacket pocket, Fred catches up with the tired man and follows him to the baggage claim, where Fred is quickly able to find his two suitcases. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Fred picks up his suitcases in each hand and makes his way over to the teacher, who had moved closer to the exit while waiting for his new student. Once Fred was next to him, Shōta turns and makes a straight line to the exit, only stopping to hold the door for Fred before continuing to the parking lot.
After passing a few lanes of cars, Shōta stops and unlocks a white Honda before opening the trunk. Fred, after placing his luggage into the trunk and closing the door, quickly made his way around to the right side of the car before opening the door, only to stop short when he sees Shōta in the seat. Shōta , who had not expected this, looked at the 15 year old with slightly widened eyes and a quirked eyebrow. Fred, realizing his mistake, feels a blush start up in his ears and travel down his neck, only being able to move his right hand in a circular motion over his chest before quickly closing the door and walking to the left side of the car.
Shōta, who had had already started the car before the door incident, put the car into reverse once Fred had buckled his seat belt and started driving to the main road. Fred, who is now beat red, looked out his window at whatever passes by. It's about 10 minutes after getting onto a highway before Shōta speaks.
"Did you not know about carsu?"
Fred, who had looked at the distantly visible Tokyo city, startled slightly at Shota's voice, before turning to look at the man.
"Huh?" Was the response Fred gave, which Shōta obviously disliked if his eye roll and huff was anything to go by.
"The carsu. Did you not know how sey are driven in Japan?" Shōta clarified.
"Oh! Uh, yeah. I know. I just forgot." Fred stammered.
"You know basicu formalities?" Was the next question, though by the tone Shōta doesn't expect a yes.
"Sort of. I tried looking up the word used to formally talk to someone but I wound up finding out that people are addressed differently depending on the relationship they have with a person, which I actually tried writing down, hold on." Fred deftly unzipped his backpacks larger pocket before pulling out a marble notebook and opening it to the first page, which only had a few lines filled and the header 'HONORIFICS' at the top.
"Um, so sama is used for a god, san is like Mister or Miss, chan and kun are used with friends and family females and males respectively, sensei is for teachers, and senpai is used for upperclassmen. Right?" Fred looks up from his notebook to look at his teacher, who's scrunching his eyebrows in seemingly concentration.
"Yesu, I sink so. I look at the next lightu."
"Alright. Oh, can you help me clarify when bowing is appropriate?" Fred asks, fishing into his bag for a pen before writing a few lines under the previous notes 'BOWING' and adding a bullet under the new title.
Shōta shrugged. "Ask Presenteu Micu when you meet him."
Fred nodded slowly, lowering his pen in a dejected manner before scribbling to the side of his new title '(ask Presenteu Micu?)'
Looking at the time on the dashboard, which luckily was just about where the one in his families car is, Fred looked at Shōta again. "I hate to be that person, but how long do you think the drive will be?"
Shōta looked at the clock himself before answering. "It's aboutu houra and a halfu to apartment. Sleep."
Fred nods, before putting his notebook back into his bag with the pen and reclined the seat slightly, allowing him to be more comfortable. Turning so he's facing away from Shōta, Fred continued to look out the window for a few minutes before shutting his eyes.
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"Wake up."
Fred was jostled from his brief sleep by both a hand on his shoulder and a low voice speaking. Blinking his eyes to try and awaken more, Fred looked up to see his new teacher standing on a curb with the door open, an apartment complex behind him and the thrum of city life filtering through the open door. Looking at his teacher with unfocused eyes, Fred tries to decipher what the man was saying to him but with no success.
"Huh?"
Shōta rolls his eyes and says, "We're here." while pointing behind him. Fred looks at the building again and recognizes it from the linked photo in an email.
"Ah. We're here."
"Yes."
"That I actually do know." Fred mumbled, vaguely recalling watching an old cheesy Japanese movie with subtitles.
"Good for you." Shōta grunts, walking to the front doors of the building with both of Fred's luggage's in each hand, only putting one down to press a button on a panel to the right of the doors.
Fred quickly grabs his backpack and stumbles over to Shōta, remembering to close the door before walking away from the car. When he gets close enough to his teacher he can hear the man grunting something under his breath much like someone would mumble "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon." before the speaker on the wall crackled with a voice.
"Hello?" Comes a man's voice, seemingly exasperated over something.
"Hizashi, open the door." Was Shota's reply, sounding slightly annoyed with the other man.
"Ah! Sho! Got the kid?" The other man yells, actually more like screams, into the speaker, sounding less irritated and more teasing.
"Yes. Now open the door." Shōta sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose in clear irritation at the other man.
"Alright, alright." The other man laughs, before a faint buzzing sound and a click comes from the door. Shōta quickly opens the door before nodding for Fred to take his luggage in himself.
Nodding his understanding, Fred quickly makes his way into the lobby before stopping a few feet away, enough for his teacher to get in himself and lead the way to either the stairs or the elevator. Unsurprisingly, Shōta lead them to the elevator and presses the up arrow, luckily the door opening right away.
Fred quickly follows his teacher into the elevator, catching the man press the top most button, which is the fifth in the row not counting the one that obviously needs a key to access. Yawning, Fred takes a second to rub his eyes with the heel of his hands, still feeling the irritation of a nap at their edges.
When the elevator dings and the door opens Fred waits for Shōta to lead the way to the correct door, which is the one farthest from the elevator and to the right. Not taking out a key, Shōta knocks before entering, the sounds of something cooking along with the smell reaching Fred.
"Hey 'Zashi." Shōta calls into the apartment.
"Hey Shōta! I made raman." Came a reply from the kitchen.
Fred was about to investigate what the delicious smell is, but is stopped by Shōta grabbing his sleeve. Looking at the teacher, who was sitting on a bench near the door, Fred watches as Shōta points at his shoes before pointing at a neat line of shoes on the opposite side of the door. Nodding in understanding, Fred crouches down and quickly unties his shoes before toeing them off, putting the laces in the shoe like a few of the other shoes and placing them on the end of the line. Shōta plonks his own shoes in an empty space closest to the door before standing with a grunt and making his way to the living room.
Fred, who followed his teacher into the room, watches as the man flops over the back of the sofa and, with obviously practiced ease, flicks the blanket from the back of the sofa over his whole person. Whistling in amazement, Fred continued to follow the sound of cooking and finds himself in the kitchen. The man, who is obviously the one from the speaker, turns from the stove at Fred's approach and smiles.
"Hey kid! Welcome to our apartment." The man doesn't stay turned to Fred for long, but from what Fred could see of the man, he's wearing black prescription glasses with only the top of the frame holding the lens and his eyes are red.
Blinking, Fred realized the man had spoken English, and after having listened to only Japanese or broken English with heavy accents for the past few hours both on and off a plane, Fred was not expecting the lightly accented English when talking to this man. The shock must have been evident in his face before he had realized because as the man turns back to cooking he chuckles. "Don't look so surprised. Sit, dinner will be ready in a minute."
Fred pulls a chair out from under the counter, seeing that they are bar stools, and places his backpack on the ground to his left as he sat, leaving the three stools to his right open. Looking over at the stove, Fred could see breaded meat in a pan, a pot with presumably a sauce simmering over a low flame, a large half flattened pot with noodles and vegetables mixed in, along with another pot with what looks like rice. On the cutting board next to the stove are three slightly steaming hard boiled eggs and some herbs, which are likely garnish, along with a bottle of some type of sauce.
Mouth watering at the smell and sight, Fred could feel his stomach clench slightly in hunger for real food, not mid flight food. Curious, Fred asks, "What are you making?"
The man, Yamada Hizashi, turns slightly to look at Fred briefly before turning back to the stove, stirring the sauce before adding a bit of the bottled sauce to the noodles. "Pōkurāmen itame. Pork ramen stir fry. It's pretty common to find some variant of it in food venders or restaurants, though I like to think this is special to me."
Fred nods, happy to know that if he likes it he wouldn't have to hunt down a specific place to find it. Taking the moment with Hizashi's back to him, Fred looks around the, honestly average, kitchen before turning back to the man in front of the stove. Hizashi has long, seemingly natural blond hair that goes down past his lower back a few inches, with the sides being held back and away from his face by being tied into a loose ponytail at the back of his head, though it seems like his ears are doing the majority of the work anyway. He's wearing a white shirt with elbow length sleeves under a pink apron. He's also wearing plaid pajama pants that hang off one hip, showing that he's wearing plain black boxers underneath. Fred can't see Hizashi's feet, but he presumes that the man is wearing socks.
Suddenly, Hizashi starts turning off every burner and opens a cabinet to the right of the sink and pulls out three medium sized bowels before pulling out another three smaller bowls. Hizashi reaches toward the sink and grabs a container with multiple pairs of chopsticks before turning and placing them onto the counter. Walking back to the stove with the bowls now held in both hands, he starts filling them with food. Hizashi starts by scooping the rice into the three smaller bowls using a spoon, before placing the noodles, vegetables, the breaded pork, sauce, and finally one hardboiled egg per bowl, each of which was cut in half with the yolk running perfectly, and a sprinkle of the garnish herbs into the three larger bowls. Fred watches as Hizashi uses a slightly larger pair of chopsticks to fill the larger bowls, only switching to a pair of tongs for the vegetables, and pouring the sauce directly from the pot. Fred watches as each pot gets emptied and placed in or near the sink to be washed, and the smell of the food starts to become almost unbearable.
Hizashi grabs two of the bowls, placing one in front of Fred and another in front of the empty stool to Fred's right, and finally grabbing the last bowl and placing it to the last previous bowl's right. Sighing in satisfaction, Hizashi quickly takes the apron off, hanging it on a peg on the wall next to the doorway, and walks out of the kitchen with purpose. He walks straight to the couch where the other adult is still laying, seemingly asleep. Once at the back of the couch, much like how Shōta did earlier, Hizashi flops with open arms over the back of the couch and onto the other man, eliciting a startled yelp from the previously snoozing man.
"Wake up sleepy head!" The blond calls, much louder than necessary.
"what the fuck Hizashi!" Was Shota's muffled shout back, before shoving the man off his back and sitting up.
"Come eat." Hizashi trills, having sat up to get off Shōta when he pushed him, Hizashi sits back on his legs before standing and grabbing the other man by his arm, tugging him up.
Fred, who was trying to not make his laughing obvious, turns and grabs a pair of chopsticks from the container of chopsticks before grabbing a pork cutlet and starting to eat.
The two men, one of which now has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, make they're way into the kitchen and both sit down, the blond in between the other two. Hizashi quickly grabs two pairs of chopsticks, having seen Fred using his own already, and passes a pair to Shōta. The two men clap their hands together, Hizashi's making a sound while Shota's don't, and say in unisan, "Itadakimasu."
Fred, not knowing what was just said or the reasons behind the action, quickly finishes his chewing before asking Hizashi. "Sir, what did you two just say?"
Hizashi looks at Fred in confusion, his chopsticks, which were held in his left hand, already gripping a pork strip, before he asks his own question. "Do you mean us saying 'let's eat'?"
Fred blinks. "Oh, is that what you said?" Waiting for Hizashi to nod, Fred continues, "Is that something said before every meal, or is it something just done at dinner?"
"It's said before every meal. It's just a way to thank who made the food and too say, 'I'm going to eat now.'"
Fred nods in understanding. "Is it rude not to or?"
Hizashi, who had taken a bite out of his pork, tilts his head in thought as he chews before answering. "Yeah, it would be viewed as rude not to, but you don't have to say it here. When we go out I'll help you say it right."
Fred thanks Hizashi as the man takes another bite out of the pork strip. "Thanks. Is there any other meal edicate I should know about?"
As Hizashi thinks on something to say while chewing, Shōta starts slurping on his noodles, causing Hizashi to pause in both word and motion while Fred blinks at the sound. Hizashi points at Shōta with his right hand while still facing Fred. "That's another. Slurping is a way of saying that the noodles are good."
Fred nods, looking like he doesn't quite believe Hizashi but doesn't want to protest. "It's viewed as rude in, actually I think it's rude in a lot of cultures now that I think of it." Fred says, lowering his right hand to rest on the counter with the chopsticks still in them. "Huh, that's a new thought." Shaking his head, Fred continues, "Anyway, is it okay if I just tell you they're good? I was raised not to slurp, like anything, and I don't think I could do it without feeling like I'm insulting you."
Hizashi nods, before turning back to his own food. "Sure, don't want you to feel uncomfortable here. If I think of anything else I'll let you know."
Fred thanks Hizashi before the two go back to eating, though Shōta asks Hizashi something after a few bites, to which the two start a slightly one sided conversation in favor of Hizashi in Japanese.
After taking a few bites of his dinner, Hizashi turns to look at Fred, watching as the boy properly eats the rice by picking the bowl up. "So, you know how to use chopsticks properly?" Hizashi asks conversationally.
Fred lowers the bowl and nods before talking after he finishes chewing. "I was obsessed with Asian culture for a few months back in elementary, and I refused to eat with anything other than chopsticks for like, three to four weeks. Kind of hard to forget a skill after constant use like that." Fred holds his right hand out to Hizashi so he can see his hold on the utensils, before tapping the ends together to show that he can, in fact, use them properly. "Plus, we do in fact have Chinese and Japanese restaurants in America." Fred adds teasingly, going back to eating his rice.
Fred watches Shōta nudge Hizashi out of the corner of his eye, before saying something in Japanese that Fred couldn't quite catch, never mind understand. Hizashi nods before he starts talking, gesturing to Fred a few times and the boys hand, cluing Fred into realizing that Shōta probably couldn't entirely understand what he and Hizashi had said.
Once Hizashi was done recounting the conversation he turns back to Fred and starts speaking in English again. "We assume this obsession included proper eating edicate of some sort."
Fred shakes his head. "Not really, I have an idea on how to bow and when, though I'd like to have that checked. Also how names are given last first and first second and that you take your shoes off when entering certain places, though I admit to forgetting earlier. Also how you don't stick your chopsticks straight up and down unless offering it to the dead." Fred rambles, lifting a finger for each point before shaking his head slightly. "That's all I can list off the top of my head. I was like, seven at the time, so I didn't really read what was written. I mostly looked at the pictures."
Hizashi was nodding along to Fred as the boy spoke before asking another question. "Why didn't you do more research before coming to Japan?"
"Well," Fred starts, "I was cramming like half a years worth of study material into a months worth of school time. We, being me and the school I went to along with the principle of U.A., agreed that if I can pass the schools end of year exams then I can graduate early and transfer to U.A."
Shōta leans forward and looks at Fred, a hard glint in his eyes. "You mean you are missing school to go to school?"
Fred chuckles at this. "Yeah, I guess. Though I have permission to do so."
Shōta lets out a puff of air before going back to his nearly finished meal while Hizashi chuckles at his exasperated husband. "He's used to student's being more, uh, ranbunctis?"
"Rambunctious." Fred corrects instantly, waving Hizashi to continue.
"Thanks. Can never say it right. Anyway, last class that he didn't approve of he expelled."
Fred blinks, before looking at Hizashi with confused and narrowed eyes. "You mean he expelled the whole class?" He asks incredulously.
Nodding, Hizashi holds up two fingers. "They lasted two weeks before they were all collectively expelled. All the other teachers protested, but when Sho pointed out each student's unheroic flaws they backed off."
"Wow." Is all Fred could say before leaning forward to look at Shōta, seeing the man in a new light. Said man was currently stuffing his face with noodles, causing his cheeks to puff out.
Hizashi suddenly jerks, looking like an epiphany hit him. "I forgot to introduce myself!" HIzashi exclaims before turning to Fred with a bright smile, "Yamada Hizashi." Hizashi sticks his right hand out to shake, to which Fred quickly placed his chopsticks, which were in his right hand, onto the counter before taking the offered hand.
"Frederick Anderson."
Hizashi's smile, which had stuck since introducing himself, turned into a frown at the kids name. "Wow, that's a big name."
Fred shrugs, picking his chopsticks up again before speaking. "Yeah, that's why I go by Fred. It was easier for a bunch of toddlers to say instead of constantly having to say 'Fwedwick,' or 'fewidwick.' I got teased because they couldn't say it so I just went by Fred."
Hizashi makes a disapproving hum of acknowledgment before he turns back to his almost finished meal.
It was another few minutes before the three were done eating. Shōta, who still had the blanket tied like a cape around his neck, had gotten up and took the used bowls and utensils to the sink where he started washing them.
Hizashi, who got up to stretch, motions for Fred to follow. "Come on Listener, I'll show you your room."
Raising an eyebrow at the name, Fred quickly grabs his backpack and follows Hizashi to the back of the kitchen where a doorway that leads to a hallway stands. Hizashi walks through the door and turns right, opening a door that Fred hadn't noticed when he first walked into the apartment.
Looking past Hizashi as the man opens the door Fred can see three other doors along the wall, the middle one slightly ajar while the other two are completely closed. Walking to stand in the doorway Fred flicks the light on as Hizashi starts talking. "This will be your room till you either move back to the U.S. or some how get your own place. Honestly, rent here is real cheap for you so I'd stick here. Good grades lead to happy lives for us all, so keep that in mind."
Fred nods along to Hizashi's slight rambling as he looks around the room. It's mostly empty, save for a desk with a lamp and a swivel chair, drawers for clothes, and a western bed which had already been made.
"I hope I'm not intruding in any way." Fred mumbles, looking at Hizashi for assurance.
"Nah, this room's been empty for a few years now except for the odd guest. Sho, er, Aizawa, wanted to move closer to the school a few years back when we were looking for a flat to rent and this was the best and closest we could find." Hizashi shrugs, leaning against the doorframe.
Fred nods, before scrunching his eyebrows together. "Are you two a thing or just close friends?"
Hizashi smiles with a wistful expression on his face, Fred just noticing Hizashi's peculiar mustache, which Hizashi smoothed down when he went to cover his smile, looking like he's embarrassed but happy about it. "I hope it's not that obvious! We're married actually. Like I said, a few years ago we moved. My last place was well known among the media, and Shōta doesn't want their attention because of his job as an underground hero, so we secretly moved here."
Fred nods in understanding, before asking "What happened a few years ago? Was that when you two got married?"
Hizashi shakes his head. "No, we dated since two years after graduating before getting engaged five years ago and married four. We moved three years ago because Shōta was tired of having to climb to the seventh floor to get into my apartment after a patrol." Hizashi points vaguely with his right hand at the window in the kitchen. "Our fire escape leads straight to the roof, which is actually easier to get to from other buildings."
Fred nods along to Hizashi's explanation, having placed his backpack onto the desk and pulled out the swivel chair. Sitting in the chair, Fred tests it's spinning ability by rocking it side to side, and once Hizashi was finished Fred quickly spins the chair, giggling when it spins perfectly.
After a few turns Fred stops the chair when pointing at Hiashi and asks, "I forgot to ask, but what're your hero names?"
Hizashi brightens up before he clicks his fingers into finger guns at Fred and takes a dramatic stance, saying "I'm Present Mic yo! Pro hero and radio host, at your service," before bowing dramatically with a hand flourish, causing his hair to fly over his head and brush the ground.
Fred raised an eye at the display, before smacking his head with his palm, leaning back in the chair. "Present Mic! Ohhhh, that makes so much more sense than Presenteu Micu!"
Hizashi, who had risen from his bow, lets out a barked laugh. "What? Who told you that? Was it Shōta?"
Fred nods. "He told me to ask you about bowing in Japan. I think I spoke too fast for him." Fred rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, shuffling slightly.
Hizashi bursts into giggles, before turning around and walking into the living room, speaking rapid fire Japanese. Fred could hear Shōta say something back before Hizashi started laughing loudly.
Shaking his head at his new hosts antics, Fred walked back out into the living room and grabs his suitcases, only briefly seeing Hizashi hugging Shota's back with his head resting on the slightly shorter man's shoulder as the man finishes cleaning the dishes, both quiet and seemingly content with the arrangement. Smiling, Fred walked back to his room and closed the door once inside.
Fred unpacks his clothes into the dresser and then unpacks his backpack onto the desk. There wasn't much in the bag, just his wallet, notebook, pen and pencil, chargers for his phone and laptop, his laptop, and his walrus plushie stuffed in the bottom. Tossing the walrus onto his bed, Fred walks back into the living room, seeing Hizashi and Shōta sprawled out on the couch. Hizashi had his head toward the door while Shota's was toward the kitchen, the TV showing the beginning of the Japanese dubbed version of Frozen.
Walking around the couch to sit on the floor in between the adults, Fred turns his head to be angled at Hizashi before asking, "Does this have English subtitles?"
Hizashi, who Fred could now see had a bag of what looked like black liquorice on his stomach, nods and grabs the remote, pressing a button that pulls up a menu before clicking the third option that read ENGLISH. Subtitles popped up in time with the words spoken, to which Fred thanks Hizashi.
By the end of the movie, Shōta was snoring lightly, causing Hizashi to chuckle softly before he untangles himself from Shota's legs. Hizashi stretches, before looking down at Fred who had wound up on the floor on his stomach with his head resting in his arms, head angled toward the TV. Stooping down, Hizashi shakes Fred's shoulder. "Hey kid, I know the floor isn't that comfy."
Fred moans tiredly, but stretches himself out much like a cat would before getting up, nodding in agreement.
Hizashi chuckles at the tired state of his new student, before leading Fred to his room. Before Hizashi could close the door, Fred turns and points at Hizashi, a look of concentration on his face. "Umm, remind me to ask you in the morning who the other person is that has my Quirk."
Hizashi, who assumed that Principal Nezu had attached photos along with their civilian and hero names in an email, quirks an eyebrow in surprise and humor. "Sure thing kid. I'll even introduce you to him."
Fred looks up from rubbing his eyes, giving Hizashi a thankful look. "Really? Thanks Mr. Yamada."
Hizashi smiles, ruffling the kids hair before walking back toward the couch.
Fred, who had closed his door, quickly changes into pajamas before crawling into his bed, cuddling against his walrus before falling asleep.
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I'm cannoning Hizashi to be left handed, because why not, while Shōta is slightly ambidextrous, which is how he's so good with his capture scarf. I say slightly because I bet he would be good at using both hands for almost everything other than eating, where he can only use his right hand.
5385 words in the chapter and 5821 words in total. Also 8 document pages if you're curious.
