Shota Aizawa was a fully trained, plus ultra, pro hero. He had trained at the best schools in the country, worked nights for five years in the worst crime slums, taken on villains of all types and come out on top, then taught at the very schools he had graduated from. He was one of the top heros in the city, hell some people argued all of Japan. He was Eraserhead.
In other words, he didn't need this. Aizawa scowled as he held up a crying four year old boy in his hands, one who had just wet his pants and was in need of a changing.
At least when he taught at the highschool he knew the kids could at least feed, clothe and use the washroom without him. Why the hell had he given up that job to change diapers again?
"Uh, looks like somebody had an accident!"
Aizawa tried to temper his expression when he looked down at his old teacher and current boss, Nedzu. Ah yes, this was why. Last semester Aizawa had gotten a call from his old mentor in need of his help and there was no way Shota could turn down him down, not after everything Nedzu had done for him… Even if he hadn't known it was a preschool before he accepted.
At least he could take solace in the fact that he wasn't alone.
"I'll take him," Came the tired voice of Toshinori Yagi, also known by some as the great and powerful hero, All Might. He was in his lesser form now however, walking over looking more like a zombie rather than a hero. The boy whimpered louder when the blond took him over to the bathroom.
"Not bad for our first day huh?" Nedzu asked, clapping his paws. "Beautiful weather, everyone on board, bright eyed and bushy tailed! Even you Aizawa! I know that's never easy for you."
It was only eight in the morning, they only had five of the twenty kids dropped off. Aizawa was in hell.
"Yes sir," He said simply.
"Oh I appreciate this Aizawa," Nedzu said with a smile. "This is very much out of your element so I can't imagine what your feeling, but just know the work we do here is very important!"
Nedzu, other than being an educator, was also a scientist. He loved to study quirks and the people they affected, though only with strict rules and moral guidelines, as Nedzu had been on the other side of some less than friendly experiments himself. It never ceased to amaze Aizawa all his mentor had been through.
"Yes, I suppose studying quirk emursion is a very important part of life." Aizawa nodded, wincing when a ball was bounced off his head.
"Its more than that!" Nedzu said. "Small children use their quirks in very creative ways! Not to mention their intense emotions also influence the power and affect! It's the quirk in its rawest potential!"
It was an interesting thing to think about. Aizawa didn't remember much about his own childhood or when his quirk emerged, other than some less then fond memories he'd rather not dwell on. Instead he grumbled when the ball smacked him again.
"Now, now, Rikido. No throwing things at people when they aren't catching!" Nedzu tutted, sending a rather plump little boy off with his toy. Aizawa raised a brow as he couldn't help but wonder what Rikido Sato's mother fed him.
"Aizawa, would you be as so kind as to watch the door for the next arriving children, so we can get their forms and have them settled?" Nedzu asked.
"Yes sir." Aizawa stalked to the half door they had at the front, top open to let in the sunshine and bottom shut to keep the kids in. He slumped onto the wall beside it, wishing he had his sleeping bag.
Of course having that would be irrational, the kids here needed more supervision than high schoolers. He couldn't just rest his eyes whenever he wanted. Thankfully Nedzu promised his break when the kids were napping, so he could catch a hour with them.
"Hello!" A gruff voice called out through the door and Aizawa sighed, shuffling over to be seen. On the other side was a blonde woman with spiky hair, face heavy with makeup. He body was sharp and tight, and she was holding a briefcase in one hand and a little boy in the other.
Aizawa wasn't sure if he had seen a grumpier kid. He was like a more masculine, younger clone of the woman holding him…
"Is this U.A preschool A?" The woman asked, narrowing her eyes at the man in the door, not that Aizawa could blame her. He didn't exactly radiate 'works with small children'.
"Yes, I am Mr Nedzu's… helper." He sighed, looking the boy up and down, the boy glared back.
"Do you have the paperwork?"
"Do I have the paperwork," The woman echoed back snarkily, making Aizawa wish he could wrap her head in binding tape. "What do I look like, a fucking idiot?" As she reached into a pocket on her pantsuit, she made no reaction to the swear word she had just spoken in front of her child. Aizawa looked to the boy.
"Fuckin' idiot," The boy growled, looking Aizawa dead in the eyes.
Oh good.
"Here." She handed over the crumpled paper, then shoved her son into his hold. "I'm late for work. Make sure he eats by eleven and if you feed him anything, tell him it's chicken or he won't eat it."
What the hell?
She looked back at the boy and smiled. "Goodbye Kacchan! Be good for the old weirdo who works here and don't blow anything up!"
Blow up?!
She blew the squirming boy a kiss before leaving, Aizawa rolling his eyes and looking for a good spot to put the kid down.
"Hey, I'll take him." Yagi had just appeared behind them, holding the green haired boy who had wet himself sporting new pants. The frail man took the two boys in his arms.
"Did your mommy call you Kacchan?" The green haired boy, Izuku if he remembered correctly, asked.
"Shut up!" 'Kacchan' spat back. Izuku shrunk away and Yagi shook his head, carrying them both away to the play room.
Aizawa took a moment to mourn for the next generation, looking down at the boy's enrollment papers.
Name- Bakugō Katsuki
Age- 4
Quirk- Explosion
Aizawa bit the inside of his cheek and glared back out the door. Great, an emotionally unstable child with the ability to create explosions. Perfect…
Something boomed loudly behind him and Aizawa felt warm air rush past him, blowing his hair. There were some kids crying and he could hear Yagi was scolding Katsuki sternly over it.
Aizawa eyed the tall building across the street, wondering if he could managed to jump off the roof of one before Nedzu noticed he was gone.
Course he had no time to stew on it, as a man started up the walkway. He looked like a toad and was talking into a cell phone, holding a small newborn baby in his other arm.
"We don't take kids under three." Aizawa said quickly, hoping to turn him away before he could try anything.
"I said we need to make sure the testing labs approve of the drug before- oh hold on-" The man took the phone down an inch. "No, not this kid, my oldest." He reached down beside him and set a little girl on the half door, making sure she grabbed a hold before bringing his phone back up. " Where was I- yes. No I said more testing! No don't do that!"
His baby was starting to whimper and he bounced it while yelling into his phone. Aizawa lowered his gaze to the girl, seeing as how her father was so busy…
She was pretty small, wearing a green dress with white socks and black shoes. Her hands, feet and eyes were all ridiculously big on her, and she had a portion of her tongue jutting out of her mouth. In her arms was a small frog toy…
"So, you got yourself a name?" Aizawa asked boredly.
"Kiro." The girl responded.
"You three?" He asked, brow raised
"Kiro."
Aizawa squinted a little. "You uh, like frogs?" He asked, pointing to her toy.
The girl gave a large smile and held the toy up in her two large hands.
"Kiro!"
Ok.
"That's all she says," Her father said, finally hanging up the phone with a frown. "Ask her anything, tell her anything, that's all she'll respond with."
"Kiro!"
"Thats right sweetie." The man sighed, patting her on the head. He looked Aizawa in the eye. "Look I gotta go, need to drop my son off with my mother then go to work. Heres her papers, her names Tsuyu Asui, but she responds only to Tsu. God knows why…" The man looked skyward miserably. "She has a frog quirk, got it last week. All I know is her tongue is long, more could be coming though so keep an eye out, okay?"
"Will do," He muttered, taking the registration papers. He also took Tsuyu off the shelf and set her on the floor.
"Oh and one last word of advice buddy," Her father said, adjusting his baby. "Do not, under any circumstance, lose Chōyaku-Chan. You want her to do ANYTHING she refuses to, use Chōyaku-Chan. Won't eat her veggies? Chōyaku-Chan loves them. Won't stop crying? Chōyaku-Chan will do a funny dance. Got it?"
"Yeah, but who is Chōyaku-Chan?" Aizawa asked, feeling like his brain was turning to goo.
The man pointed down at his girl, who held up her worn stuffed frog. "Chōyaku-Chan," He repeated, poking the stuffie in the eye.
"Kiro!" Tsu shouted, throwing the frog into the air and catching it on the way back down with a hug.
"For the love of god, do not lose this thing." The man looked desperate. "She dropped it behind the couch once and it was like the world was ending."
"I think I can manage that," Aizawa said.
The toad nodded and looked back down at his little girl. "Ok Tsu, daddy's gonna go take Samidare to Gran Grans. Have a good first day of school! Love you."
The girl paused playing with her toy to look up."Kiro!"
Her father took a deep breath. "Right." He turned to Aizawa one last time. "My numbers on the form if you need anything… Have a nice day."
"You too," Aizawa grumbled, watching the lucky bastard leave. Meanwhile his daughter had taken to hopping around his feet, making that 'Kiro' noise with jump, Chōyaku-Chan on her head. There was another explosion behind him, more children crying and Yagi yelling.
A ball roughly bounced off the back of his head.
Aizawa mulled over how he should have died at the academy.
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