Author's Note: League nicknames for the boys:

Hitoshi = Pet

Touya = Trash


Hitoshi bucked against the straps holding him down to the chair in the medical lab, frantically trying to get free and back to Kacchan.

"I wouldn't bother, pet, it's no good, and anyway, your little cousin back there is already dead. We've got trash dealing with the body, poor guy threw up at the sight of him so you can only imagine what we put him through." Takahashi explained as he leant close and sliced the knife across his cheek.

"Gah." His breathing was shaky as she shook his head. "No, he can't be. It's my job to protect him, I'm supposed to protect him!"

"Ever noticed how everyone around you ends up dead, pet?"

Tomura's voice asked as he entered the room.

He growled.

"If you've done anything to Kacchan I'm going to rip you apart!"

"Oh really?"

"Shouta and Hizashi are going to find wherever the hell this place is and they're gonna' save us."

Tomura's expression grew dark and menacing before a grin came to his face as he burst into laughter.

"And who exactly is going to save you when they're already here?"

His eyes widened in horror, forgetting to breathe as he tracked Shigaraki's line of sight to...

Hizashi.

"No..."

The voice hero was desperately fighting the hold of the League member, screaming himself hoarse.

And soon he saw why.

As another League member entered the room he quickly saw what they were dragging along beside them.

Or who.

"SHOUTA NOOO!" Hizashi screamed, the foundations of the building seeming to shake as he did.

No.

He couldn't be dead. He couldn't.

"Did no one ever tell you to be quiet?!" Shigaraki charged across the room in seconds, clamping his hand around Hizashi's throat.

Hitoshi screwed his eyes closed against the sound of choking as his father disintegrated before his eyes, and then...

There was nothing left.

"No..." He gasped. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


Hitoshi bolted upright.

"NOOOOO!"

Kacchan jumped a mile beside him, eyes wildly darting around the room before he seemed to find his surroundings, turning to him in an instant and wrapping his arms immediately around him.

"Hey, Purple Hair, we're not there, we're not there, we're safe."

"Dad!" Hitoshi shook his head erratically. "They killed-."

But Kacchan wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Toshi, where are we?"

"I... I don't..."

"Where are we?" His cousin repeated slowly.

"A-at Shouta and Hizashi's house." He struggled through, forcing the muteness threatening to burst free back down to the pit inside him.

"And where's that?"

"U... UA."

"Which means?"

"We're safe; we're not at the facility."

Kacchan took a breath before releasing him.

Hitoshi pulled his knees close to his chest and buried his head upon them.

"I want my Dad!." He whimpered, not caring how pathetic he might sound.

Kacchan couldn't help but smile a little at the choice of wording.

"Present Headache or Daredevil, which one do you want?"

"Zashi..." His voice shook.

"Okay, so..." His cousin leant down and picked up Jelly before placing her beside him. "Pet your damn cat until I get back."

He nodded.

"Okay."

As promised and sans Kacchan, Hizashi appeared in the doorway less than a minute later, still in the process of putting his hearing aids in and very much not a pile of dust on the floor.

He seemed nervous.

"Hey Tosh, Kacchan said you wanted me."

"Dad!"

A smile came to Hizashi's smile as if getting proof of something he hadn't quite been able to believe from word alone.

Hitoshi practically threw himself at his father, strong arms blanketing him soon after.

And it felt so natural, both the name and the embrace.

"Yes Toshi?"

"I love you." He smiled softly as he returned the hug. "So please don't die, ever."

His father's arms only seemed to tighten around him.

"Same for Shouta." He stopped to think. "What's another name for Dad? I can't use it for both of you or it's gonna' just get confusing."

"There's Papa."

"Hmm, that doesn't really suit him though."

"So why don't you call me that instead?" Hizashi suggested. "I mean, if you want to, obviously."

"Are you okay with it?"

His father smiled.

"Nothing would make me happier."

"Okay, then Papa it is. Better than the alternative."

"Which was?"

"Loud Dad."

Hizashi burst out laughing before his hands began to move.

'BUT I ALSO QUIET ONE' He signed. "The duality of man."

"So where's Kacchan?"

"Currently eating his way through the freezer."

"He better not eat all the Bubble Girl bubblegum pop pops."

"Well that's a mouthful." Hizashi shuffled backwards on the bed to sit behind Hitoshi, wrapping his arms around him and guiding him to lie back against him. "Comfy?"

Hitoshi nodded.

"I'm sorry for shouting earlier."

"You didn't shout."

"Well then I should have raised my voice."

"You used your teaching voice, it's different."

"Yeah but I shouldn't be using that on you."

He had to admit he was a little confused.

"Why?"

"Because you're my kid."

"I needed to be told though, actually I was wondering if you just wanted to take it." Hitoshi reached across to the sidetable and handed his father the phone. "I'll never stop worrying otherwise, well, I'm still worried about him but it means I can't screw anything up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, the only people who really text me are Kacchan and Zuku. I'll just tell Zuku what's up and not to bother texting, he can always text Kacchan if he needs to ask me something."

"Okay." Hizashi took the phone and slid it into his pocket.

"Sorry for waking you up."

"Hey I've told you before you can wake me up at any time, that's my job."

Hitoshi smiled.

"Thank you, I guess all this stuff with Touya is just bringing crap back, not that I was doing amazing anyway but I'm just scared."

"And that's okay, you're worried about your friend and you want him to be safe. The pros are pros for a reason, they'll get him out of there I'm sure of it, especially considering he's the son of the soon to be number one hero."

"Oh right, All Might retired, I forgot he would lose his ranking."

Hizashi began gently stroking Hitoshi's hair.

"Everyone retires eventually Toshi, it's just a natural thing in this line of work. Some of us are luckier than others in terms of their careers, like for me, even if I decided to pack in the hero patrol stuff I'll still have my radio show, hopefully."

"You said you were ranked right?"

Hizashi nodded.

"Yep, I'm 29th."

Hitoshi's eyes widened.

"Woah!"

"I think I have mostly my show to thank for that because when I first ranked I was 318th."

"How come Shouta isn't ranked?"

Hizashi exhaled in annoyance.

"The hero committee aren't very accepting when it comes to disability. They were strongly against licensing Shouta when we were at UA but Nezu threatened legal action for discrimination if he was told he couldn't participate in the exam. The committee reversed their decision but have never since considered him for consideration into the rankings. I think I'm the only one on the list with a disability but obviously you never know, hidden disabilities and all."

"That's terrible."

"Shouta doesn't mind, he never wanted to be on any kind of radar in the first place, being in the public eye like that is his idea of a nightmare; he much prefers doing his underground work and teaching."

"He's an amazing hero too, people should appreciate him." Hitoshi grumbled.

"Well his biggest fan is right here and that's all he cares about." Hizashi smiled. "But we do need to get you something Eraserhead made or people are gonna' think I'm making you wear that Present Mic shirt."

He laughed.

"I would love that; I need to try and make a pair of goggles again, my first set weren't great and I accidentally broke them one night. No word of a lie the night I broke them I cried for like three hours, ask Touya when we find him."

Hizashi smiled.

"I will." The voice hero then patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, let's see how many popsicles your cousin's worked his way through."

"I wasn't joking by the way, if he's eaten my Bubble Girl pops then I will kill him."

His father smirked as they made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Entering inside, Kacchan and Shouta were both sat across from each at the island.

"Before you say anything, I only had one." Kacchan quickly stated.

Hitoshi looked to find an empty blue wrapper on the counter.

'Bubble Girl's Bubblegum Pop Pops'

He shot his cousin a death stare and was returned a cheeky grin that gave no shits.

Hitoshi pulled out the chair beside him and took a seat.

"It's a good thing I'm tired."

Kacchan smirked before his expression softened.

"So, did you talk to your Dad?"

Shouta almost choked on his coffee.

"Yeah but he's Papa, that's Dad." He motioned toward Shouta.

Realisation came slow to the erasure hero's face as he looked almost tearful. He held it back with a cough to clear his throat.

"So, Dad and Papa, never thought I'd hear that."

"Well we weren't exactly planning on having kids." Hizashi added.

"We had enough problem children at school to deal with, and down the road."

"Hey, I'm not a problem child, that's Deku!" Kacchan retorted.

"Sure..."

"Why are you drinking coffee at 3AM?" The voice hero asked his husband.

"Why not?" Shouta shrugged.

"We should probably try and get some more sleep." Hitoshi suggested.

Kacchan nodded.

"Okay, goodnight boys."

His cousin walked off upstairs while he hung back.

"Are you okay with me calling you Dad?" He nervously asked.

The erasure hero got to his feet and pulled him into a hug.

"I'd be honoured."

Shouta kissed him before offering a soft smile.

"Now, get some sleep, kiddo."

Hitoshi nodded.

"Right, night, Dad. Night, Papa."

"Goodnight, Toshi."