Therapy Bunnies
Looking over at the door of the waiting room where the old man had set him and the others up while he took care of some kind of paperwork, Jin Bubaigawara turned at the sound of soft footsteps making their way into that same room. It didn't sound like that old man who'd brought them all here, both since Jin was pretty sure he'd have heard the man coming a lot sooner, given how huge he was, and since it sounded like he still had some work to do. The man had introduced himself as Toshinori Shimura; a big, blond, friendly bear of a man, who'd even gone so far as to tell Jin that he could call him Toshi, without honorifics, even.
When the door finally opened…
"What the hell? Kid, are you lost?" he asked, sitting up straight from where he'd ended up slumped in the chair, staring up at the ceiling while he waited for Toshinori-san to get back; sue him, he wasn't quite comfortable calling someone who looked old enough to be his dad not only by a nickname, but also dropping honorifics altogether.
"Hi!" the little guy called, a wide smile on his chubby-cheeked, cute little face. "Uncle Toshi says that you're not feeling good, so I came here to help you. Do you need a hug?"
"Um, I guess?" he responded, feeling more than a bit strange.
No one, not even the copies of himself he'd made when the remnants of his family had… Well, he just hadn't been expecting to have a little kid hugging him, that was all. The sound of the door opening again drew his attention, and the sight of Toshinori and the copies that he'd made of himself earlier brought Jin's attention back to where he and his were.
"Who's the kid?" one of the others asked, sitting down on the plush chair by the side of the bed he'd plopped down in while Toshinori-san was helping him to get back on his feet.
"Someone who knows Toshinori-san, looks like," he said, patting the little kid's floofy green hair.
"Cute little guy," another of the others said, a small grin on his face as he reached down to rub the little kid's back.
Finding himself smiling slightly, knowing just what was in the heads of all of the others as they all came forward to get a closer look at the tyke, Jin chuckled softly. If nothing else, this was going to be fun…
~MHA~
When he could finally make his way back to the room where Jin Bubaigawara and his duplicates were all waiting for him, having just finished printing out the forms that they would need to register the seven duplicates as their own people, Toshinori opened the door… The sounds of laughter were cute enough, but what he was seeing…
Hurriedly snapping a picture of the eight adorable Izukus in their cute little matching outfits, Toshinori covered his mouth to try to muffle his laughter, then quickly texted the picture to the contacts in his "family" folder. Well, that's it; I'm dead now. Killed by cuteness, he added at the bottom of the picture.
Sure, he'd have to fetch more paperwork – given the look on Bubaigawara-san's face, he and the copies of himself that he'd made with his Quirk, it was clear that he was going to want to adopt the little guys – but the sight of Izuku and all the little copies of him had been something he'd just had to share.
