A rainy night led to a shitty patrol. That meant little to no sleep and Aizawa blames that for his current predicament. His problem child of the class silenced his entire home room with a look that Shouta can only describe as icey. The teen proceeded to stare a hole through the underground hero in a way that Nedzu could only do when he was disappointed.

Finally, when class was over for the day, Aizawa was planning to go straight to his room in the 1A dorms and get some grading done that was overdue. However, that plan was stopped when he realized no one left his classroom. The brief thought of using his quirk to scare them out of the class crossed his mind, although, it was denied for being too energy wasting.

It was strange, the entire class of 20 students seemed to have a telepathic conversation. Shouta was close to thinking this was a bizarre dream. The way Midoriya scowled and looked at the various students, Aizawa would almost think that the green haired problem child was secretly housing a telethapy quirk this entire time. Suddenly, the students began to leave as Midoriya locked eyes with him. They were the only ones who remained. Finally, when the door closed shut, the teen began speaking.

"Aizawa-sensei. I have to say I'm worried about you." Shouta was close, so god damn close to thinking he was having a fever dream. "This is the third day in a row that you have come in late, been sweating throughout class as if you have a fever, and I doubt you've gotten more than 5 hours of sleep today." The tone the child used on him, because that's what Midoriya was. A child. It was so stern and disappointing, that he almost spoke back to defend himself. Key word. Almost.

"Problem child, go to your dorms. My well being is none of your concern. You are a child, you do not need to worry about an adult's health." Shouta said as he began to grab his notebook that he kept his lesson plans in.

"You're wrong sensei." Aizawa almost rounded on the teen. How dare he say that? Though the amount of nausea he was feeling, prevented him from doing said motion. "If you're unwell you can't teach us to the best of your ability. You'll affect our potentials and my kids need the best from you."

That damn green haired brat knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. The problem child knew that he cared about their potential more than anything. If they didn't have it then they couldn't be heroes. Wait. Did he say his kids? The fuck did that mean? What children?

"Problem child. Whose kids are you talking about?" The man had to rub his temples. He could feel a migraine beginning to set in.

"My classmates." Somehow the calm tone of voice that he spoke in, only managed to make the migraine settle in faster.

"Midoriya they are not your children." Aizawa never thought he would have to have this discussion with a student.

"You're wrong again sensei. As long as they call me dad, then I'm their father." Shouta oh so desperately needed to take half a bottle of advil. "Though we're getting off track. If you need someone to help take care of you, because you're not up to it, then let's get to your room. I'll make you some soup for your fever and you can get some rest." The teen had the audacity to smile at him. Why couldn't his kids just be normal and not care about him?

"Midoriya. If it'll make you happy then fine. Go ahead, I won't stop you." Shouta tried to set a ridiculously fast pace, but the teen was skipping along with a smile on his face. He was going to have to text Hizashi that his problem child was being extra… problemy.

Going through the common rooms, he saw his students diligently stopped when Kaminari walked up to him and the problem child. Aizawa was sure the electric teen was going to ask about the homework that Present Mic assigned. He should learn to never have expectations for teenagers.

"Dad, when I finish my homework can I play my playstation?" The teen was pouting, and looking at Midoriya. Wait. He called Midoriya dad... Holy shit.

"No, you're still grounded for that stunt you pulled with Mina. Tokoyami is still upset about his broken artifacts." Shouta could hear pure disappointment in the cinnamon roll's voice. "Now go finish your essay, and if it's finished, have Iida or Bakugou look it over." The teen slumped off back to a table and began to work on the assignment. The hell. Shouta didn't have that much authority over his students. Hell, his trick of making his hair wave all over the place to scare his students hardly worked anymore.

Then Midoriya looked at him, and he felt like a child leading their parents to their dirty room. Having lied and said it's clean. He had to mentally remind himself that Midoriya was a student, and not his parent. A troublesome student, but a student nonetheless. Then why did it feel like Midoriya was going to be disappointed in him? When he inevitably said no to something?

That feeling of dread didn't linger for very long, as Midoriya got to work in his apartment quickly. Tsking at the overall uncleanness, he moved through the place going straight for Shouta's kitchen. Apparently, that wasn't as disappointing for the dad, as he started humming and doing something in the kitchen. God knows what.

With a heavy sigh, shouta grabbed his laptop from his bag and started to open up the program the U.A. staff used for grading. The software was a pain in the ass to learn how to use, and gave him a headache if he had to use it for an extended period of time. However, as he opened up the first essay he had to grade on heroics law, he heard the teenager speak.

"Put your laptop down and sleep until I wake you up." He was so damn close to losing his cool, but held his tongue. He'd play along for now. Then when the problem child left, he could get his grading done. With another sigh, Shouta arranged himself, so he was lying on his couch, and closed his eyes for a moment to pretend like he was sleeping. He focused on his breathing. A breath in. A breath out.

Midoriya smirked as his teacher fell asleep on the couch. With a small roll of his eyes, Midoriya got to work finishing the preparations for the soup. Then he set it to a boil and let it cook. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Iida.

Midoriya:

I'm making Aizawa-Sensei dinner now. After he eats, and is asleep again, I'll be down stairs to make dinner. I'm thinking curry. Please tell your siblings.

Iida:

I will right away dad.

Iida read his phone and smiled when he saw it was from the class dad. He knew Midoriya was helping their sensei get well, so he can be ready for Monday's lesson. In the meantime, he will help Kaminari finish Present Mic's English essay. Ever since this whole debacle began, everyone has been working together more and more because of Midoriya. It made Iida see that he was right to vote for the smaller boy to be the class president in the beginning of the year.

He did not want to disappoint the smaller teen and made sure to start spreading the message that their Dad would be making curry. The only one disappointed was Todoroki, who looked seconds away from throwing a tantrum.

Iida had to take a deep breath. The last time one of them had a tantrum, they had a long time out and depending on the damage caused, lines. Now just because he was the class rep did not mean he liked to write lines. He also felt a little more protective over Todoroki then some of his other classmates. Having the half and half teen help him during his most trying time with Stain cemented a friendship that Iida deeply treasured.

So he had to make sure his brother in all, but blood, did not have the tantrum that would only result in a very upset Todoroki, but also disappointed dad. The tall teen made his way over to his Soba addicted brother and put a hand on his shoulder and tried whispering the one thing that made them all behave.

"Dad wouldn't like it if you had a tantrum, Todoroki." His free hand was whirring like a fan as he said it, but he could feel the tension in his friend's back leave with a small sigh.

"I just wanted Soba."

Iida would have rolled his eyes if it weren't unbecoming of future , he did smile mentally at knowing he had a family here that loved and supported one another in everything they did.

Midoriya smiled at his most responsible child, and checked on the soup. It still had a little while, so he checked the hero forums for any news that could be of interest. Especially, in regards to the league of villains. Then he got a text notification. Instead of looking at it right away, he swiped up to look at the message later. Instead, he went into his teacher's room and grabbed a blanket from his bed and laid it out on top of the overgrown child.

Afterwards, he rummaged inside the cabinets to find a serving bowl (something he found pretty quickly) and then a tupperware to store the leftovers in (something that took a little while). When he finished, he gently padded his way back to his teacher and gently shook the man's shoulder. He felt bad, as he watched the man's chest rise and fall with every breath, but the man needed to be healthy. Because at this point he might as well be one of Izuku's children.

"Aizawa-sensei, wake up. The soup is done." He tried to speak in a calm and gentle tone for the sleeping underground hero. Luckily, it worked and the man groggily sat up, swiped at his eyes, and looked at Midoriya who was next to the table with the soup. The older man gave a heavy sigh, grabbed his soup, gave the green haired teen a glare, and ate in silence.

It was a tense ten minutes before the man crashed and burned. He was asleep as soon as the bowl was back on the table. Izuku shook his head. Grabbed the bowl and washed it in the man's sink. Then he rearranged the blanket on the sleeping teacher and left a note saying to get well soon.

Because really, if he was associated with 1A, then Midoriya should take care of him and make sure he's safe. He was basically his child now, maybe never in title and name, but in spirit. Aizawa will always be an honorary Midoriya, just like his students.