"Son of a…" Izuku exclaimed as Hitoshi sent out yet another red shell that hit his character knocking him out of first.
"Izuku, I'm home!" Inko called out as she walked through the door.
At the sound of his mother's voice, Izuku cut off the curse that had been about to pass through his lips. Inko knew her son cursed having grown up around Bakugou, but Izuku still tried to keep it to a minimum around his mother. After all, he was her 'precious baby boy' and always would be. Embarrassing but a fact none the less.
Inko walked in just as Waluigi passed the finish line of the Rainbow Road map with Mei claiming victory. Followed by Hitoshi as Bowser, Shouto as Mario, and Izuku as Yoshi coming dead last after being sabotaged by his traitorous friend. Izuku shot a glare over at Hitoshi on the other side of the couch. Only Shouto serving as the purple haired teen's one saving grace acting as a barrier from his Mario Kart wrath.
"I see the traditional competition is underway," Inko commented with a chuckle. "Who's getting the penalty this time?"
"Izuku," Hitoshi said with a smirk. "Green Bean here just lost his last race landing him with the task of cleaning the dishes."
Izuku shot him a glare at the mention of the 'Green Bean' nickname that he had picked up only that morning. All because Yamada just had called him that and Hitoshi latched onto the nickname as yet another way to tease him. Jerk.
"Oh good," the mother responded with a smile. "That means I'll have my best little helper."
Izuku beamed at his mother's praise before turning back to Hitoshi and said, "You hear that? Her 'best' little helper."
"I'm more focused on the 'little' part, shorty," Hitoshi retorted, since Izuku was the shortest of the boys but not the group as that was actually Mei.
The greenette sent another glare at his friend but accepted his fate in the self-made tradition of deciding who helped with the dishes after dinner. One that had started a few sleepovers into their friendship when Hitoshi had challenged Mei and him to make things more 'interesting'. And it certainly had. With the knowledge of who was receiving the penalty today, Inko left them to their own devices not wanting to crowd them. She also didn't want to dampen the happy atmosphere with talk of the meeting she had just left. That could wait until after the sleepover.
With Mario Kart done for now, they decided to move on to other activities. Though upon being asked, Shouto expressed his liking of the game as it had been his first item playing. So, Izuku made a mental note to have them play again before he left. It was nice that they had this opportunity to share these experiences with their sheltered friend.
"So, what do we want to do next?" Izuku asked, smiling happily at his friends.
He was feeling so much joy as he did each time he had his friends over. Because the idea that he actually had friends was still novel to him even after knowing Mei for over a year, Hitoshi for several months, and Shouto for about a month. Not to mention his other friends at school who were now his classmates come Tuesday. Sometimes it didn't seem real.
"Nothing to brainy," Hitoshi piped up as he slumped back against the couch. "My brain is still kind of overwhelmed from this morning."
"Oh yeah, you guys had a meeting with Nezu earlier," Mei said from the floor, having remained there even though Izuku had taken her baby away. Not really unusual for her since she seemed to prefer it to the couch anyway.
"How did that go?" Shouto asked, more so directed at Izuku but he cast a glance at Hitoshi as well.
"It went pretty good!" Izuku chirped with a smile. "Hitoshi-kun and I were offered to transfer and we'll be in 1-A starting Tuesday!"
"Heck yeah!" Mei cheered with a fist pump. "My boys are going to be Heroes and show off all my babies to the world! Oh, I'm so excited! I can't wait to get started on all the babies I have planned for you two. Why can't it be Tuesday now?"
She slumped her head down on the table in typical dramatic Mei action. Hitoshi gave her a comforting pat with his foot. Said appendage was then swatted away as soon as she noticed it wasn't a hand but his foot instead.
"Keep your gross feet away from me," the pinkette sneered with a glare.
"My feet aren't gross," Hitoshi retorted, shoving his foot closer to her face. "I wash them every day. Though as for my shoes…maybe once a decade."
"See?! Gross!" Mei squealed as she pushed the offending foot away from her.
This resulted in a strange game of Hitoshi shoving his feet in her space while she swatted them away. Izuku watched them and chuckled while shaking his head fondly at their weirdness. While Shouto eyed their antics with a quirked brow before turning his attention to the greenette.
"So, you're really in the Hero Course now?" Shouto asked.
"Yep!" Izuku answered with a bright smile.
"A lot earlier than planned too," Hitoshi interjected between foot jabs.
"What do you mean?" Shouto prodded with a glance between the two on either side of him.
"Green Bean here managed to talk our way into the Hero Course a whole year early," Hitoshi answered, relenting his attack after Mei threatened to sick a baby on his 'gross' feet. "They were going to make us wait until the start of next school year, but Izuku said it was stupid to do that. That it would be easier to make up a month of training rather than a whole year."
"Dang, Hero-kun," Mei commented, hands still posed to defend herself and eyeing the purple haired teen suspiciously. "Way to use that big brain of yours."
"It really wasn't that big a deal," Izuku insisted as he rubbed the back of his head. "It just didn't make sense for us to wait a whole year. Besides, Nezu-sensei said he would have done it anyway."
"But he wanted and expected you to make some kind of argument," Hitoshi pointed out. "Definitely something I couldn't have pulled off. I was willing to accept waiting a year. Then you had to go and work your magic. But seriously, thanks for that, Izuku."
The greenette blushed at the praise and cast his eyes down shyly.
"How did the other part go?" Shouto inquired, drawing his attention back up.
"What other part?" Mei asked, confused as Izuku hadn't told her about the second part of the meeting.
"The part of discussing Bakugou's punishments for attacking Izuku," the bi-color teen answered flatly.
"HE WHAT?!" the pinkette exclaimed, slamming her hands on the table while staring incredulously at Izuku who cringed under her scrutiny.
"That BakuBastard attacked Izuku after he lost to me," Hitoshi growled with a scowl.
The purple haired teen knew that dick was going to be facing some serious consequences for that. But that didn't stop him from wishing that they were worse for what he had done to his best friend. Izuku didn't deserve that. But Bakugou deserved so much more than what he was going to get.
"What happened, Izuku?" Mei asked as she scooted closer to her friend.
Izuku hesitated. He still felt somewhat drained from having to had talked about it that morning. He didn't really feel like talking about it again so soon. Or ever really. But Hitoshi knew and he had told Shouto too. He had planned to tell Mei later but in a more controlled environment.
Well, I guess this is it.
So, he told her. Not in as many words as he had that morning to his mother, friend, and teachers. But he told her none the less. Still skipping over the baited words or comparisons to Endeavor. The latter because he was sure that was the last person Shouto would want to think about right now. But for everything else he did. His words and accusations. Of course, Mei took the greatest offense when he told her about what Bakugou had done to his Support Items.
"Your poor babies," Mei lamented with tears in her cross-haired eyes. She had moved to sit on the arm rest of the couch next to him as he had explained. Mourning the loss of all his hard work, she pulled him into a hug in solidarity. "Is that why you didn't want me to look into your box yesterday?"
"Yeah," Izuku answered with his face smushed into her stomach. "I didn't want you to worry."
"Of course I'm going to worry about that," Mei insisted as she pushed him away slightly to look at him. "And about you for that matter. You are in the friend tier of 'best', remember?"
"Heh heh. Yeah, I remember," Izuku chuckled wetly as he wiped away a few tears.
"Good," she replied with a nod. The pinkette game him another hug before pulling away as a determined look spread across her face. "Come next week, I'm going to help you remake your babies."
"Y-you don't have to do that!" Izuku exclaimed, waving his hands dismissively.
Knowing that Maijima had already tasked himself to going through his box of broken gear was already too much. He had already resigned himself to the fate of having to rebuild his arsenal. Even saw it as an opportunity to improve his designs. But he didn't want to take up his friend's time when he was sure she had other babies she wanted to work on.
"I don't but I'm gonna," Mei insisted and he knew from the conviction in her yellow eyes that there was no stopping her. "You have a baby emergency and I am here to help. We're going to work our butts off this week rebuilding them."
"Okay," he relented with a soft sigh. "Thanks, Mei-chan."
"No problem, Hero-kun!" the pinkette chirped with a tenacious wink and Izuku couldn't help but smile at her in appreciation.
And he really did appreciate her future help. He was going to need all the help he could get to be ready for the upcoming internships. Though he didn't know the details of those internships but perhaps they would find out on Tuesday what those are about.
"So, what did his punishment end up being?" Shouto asked, curious what was in store for the boy who had attacked his friend. Still not liking that Izuku had asked for the other to be disqualified when he clearly should have been.
The greenette let out a sigh before telling them what the principal had decided. When asked why they didn't just expel him, he gave his arguments as to why that wouldn't have been a good idea. His friends begrudgingly accepting his points even though he could see they still didn't see the mountain of punishments as enough. While he found himself thinking that some were too much. But it was not his decision to make and rather Nezu's. And his mentor had made his choice.
I really hope Bakugou takes this chance. He really could be an amazing Hero. If he tries.
With that heavy subject out of the way, they decided to cool down with some well-deserved Disney movies. Which led to a collective gasp when Shouto revealed he hadn't seen a Disney movie since he was much younger. The pinkette and purplenette out of shock while the greenette with a hint of distress. Knowing that it was probably because that was when his friend's mother had been sent away after attacking her son.
This time, Izuku was the one to place a comforting hand on his friend's knee. It was nothing more than a pat since they weren't alone but enough to bring a small smile to the bi-color teen's face. And so, after much debate, they decided to start with the classic 'The Lion King' to introduce him to one of the best Disney films of all time. They all got comfy in their respective places on the couch, or for Mei stealing an extra cushion to sit on at her preferred spot on the floor, before Izuku pressed play.
The greenette was buzzing with energy as soon as the first note of the first song rang out from the TV. Trying his best to not bounce in his seat or to sing along with the lyrics. But he kept slipping up either humming or mouthing along. Hitoshi would glare at him jokingly whenever he caught his eye which Izuku would respond with sticking out his tongue. Mei didn't care because she was already humming to herself anyway. While Shouto was already sucked into the movie to really notice.
That is until Scar made his appearance. Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku saw Shouto reach up to his scar with his left hand. The greenette didn't want to draw attention to the action but also wanted to make sure his friend was okay. He placed his own hand on the couch between them and nudged the other's leg. Grey and blue eyes turned to him in surprise. Green eyes looked from his eyes to his raised hand and back as he tilted his head in silent question of if he was alright.
Shouto seemed to think for a few moments before subtly nodding as he lowered his left hand. Placing it right on top of his resting between them. Izuku adjusted his right hand to hold his friend's and tightened his grip for a moment to remind him he was there for him. Shouto gave him a return squeeze and a subtle smile before turning back to the movie.
As the film continued on, they held hands slightly hidden between them from the others. When something shocking would happen, Izuku could feel the Disney newbie's surprise through the brief tightened grip. While whenever something exciting was coming up, Shouto could feel his friend buzzing with energy through their touch and paid closer attention to what would make the other so excited.
Shouto loved the movie. He really did. The animation was amazing and the songs were enjoyable. He was more of a fan of instrumental music like classical or jazz but the lyrics were entertaining. However, he couldn't help but be distracted by the cute boy next to him. He noticed that Izuku would start to say something only to stop himself and cast an apologetic glance his way. He wondered why the other kept doing that. It was during a song taking place in a jungle that he decided to find out.
"Why do you keep stopping yourself from talking?" Shouto whispered into his ear.
The action sent a shiver down Izuku's spine at having the other boy so close. He swallowed nervously before answering.
"More like stopping myself singing," the greenette whispered back shyly.
"Why?" the bi-color teen asked further with a confused expression.
"Well, it's your first time watching this and I don't want to ruin it for you," Izuku replied with an apologetic shrug.
"You wouldn't ruin it for me," Shouto insisted with a reassuring brush of his thumb. "I'd like to hear you sing, Izuku."
A light pink flush to the greenette's as he looked at the other in surprise before smiling brightly, "Okay."
He started out quietly singing to himself as the song progressed. Shouto was having fun watching him sing, splitting his attention between the screen and his friend. A small pleased smile graced his face and Izuku felt like he couldn't be happier at the sight. His good mood was what overrode his nerves and throw caution to the wind at the climax of the song.
"It meeeans~ no worries!" Izuku belted enthusiastically with a dramatically placed hand on his chest. "For the rest of your daaaays~!"
"Yeah, sing it, kid!" Mei chortled back with the movie while Hitoshi shook his head fondly with a roll of his eyes.
"It's our problem-freeeee~!" they belted in unison. "Philosophyyyy~! Hakuna Matataaa~!"
After that, the rest of the movie became a sing-a-long with dramatic pantomiming by Mei and Izuku. Hitoshi took it upon himself to take over Scar's role channeling his best impression of Aizawa's intimidating faces. They even started to act out the scenes as they played out on the screen. Shouto was so entertained at their antics that he even let out a closed mouth chuckle and it was the best thing Izuku had ever heard. The sound made him beam at his friend and squeeze his hand in approval.
When the movie ended, they didn't really have enough time for another before it would be dinner time. Instead, they decided to play a game and save the next movie until later. After looking through the Midoriya game stash they chose to play Uno. Yet another thing that Shouto was experiencing for the first time. It took him a few rounds to get the hang of it but once he did, the newbie was a fierce opponent.
As it got closer to dinner time, Inko started working in the kitchen. The teens continued their shenanigans a while longer before his mother called out to her son.
"Izuku!" Inko called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, mom?" Izuku called back.
"Come to the table," she replied. "Your father is calling to congratulate you!"
"Ok, mom!" Izuku chirped, happy to be able to talk to his dad. Then he turned to Shouto with a smirk. "Excuse me while I go talk to my dad."
Shouto merely hummed with a quirked brow in response while the others were a bit confused by the interaction before brushing it off with a shrug. Jumping up from the couch in excitement, Izuku headed towards the table where Inko had set up a laptop and was casually chatting with the man calling on it as they waited for their son. Upon seeing him, the mother relinquished her seat to her son and returned to what she had been doing in the kitchen.
Izuku sat down and smiled at the man on the computer. Between his two parents, Izuku seemed to have taken after his mother more than his father. He inherited her green hair, green eyes, and softer features. Not to mention the 'sunshine' smile as dubbed by Hisashi and his friends alike.
Hisashi himself had more refined and sharper features with short wavy black hair and black eyes. As of now, Izuku was on the shorter side being a bit taller than his mother. While Hisashi was a tall man being about the same height as All Might. A little fact Izuku kept to himself since his dad wasn't the biggest fan of Heroes. But, with his dad being tall there was hope for him growing taller!
"Hey, papa! 'Hisashi'buri!" Izuku said, knowing he was making the same pun he always did when they talked. But how could he not! His dad's name was in it! "Long time, no see!"
"The master of wit as ever, Izuku," Hisashi chuckled, rolling his eyes affectionately. "So, I hear you won first place in a little competition yesterday?"
"You could say that," Izuku replied with a smirk. "If you call winning first place of the first years in the nationally televised UA Sports Festival a 'little' competition."
"Oh, I do believe I may have heard of that before," his father said, feigning ignorance making Izuku giggle. "Well, congratulations on placing first, Izuku. Your mother assures me she recorded the entire thing and will send a copy to me to watch later in its entirety."
"You know her," the greenette chuckled, thinking of the framed news article in the hallway or the pile of clippings on the table. "She likes to document everything."
"That she does," Hisashi said with a warm smile. "It's to be expected from a proud mother when her child succeeds. I am proud of you as well, my son."
"Thanks, papa," Izuku sniffed, tearing up in typical Midoriya fashion.
Shouto who had followed him over, curious of this supposed 'father' of his friend, walked the long way around the table to sit next to his friend but not be seen on camera so as not to disturb their conversation. However, the attention was brought to him anyway as he sat down and Izuku glanced at him and smiled.
"Who is that beside you, Izuku?" Hisashi asked curiously.
"Oh, this is my friend Shouto-kun!" Izuku chirped, turned the laptop a bit to get Shouto in frame. Put on the spot, the other boy didn't know what to do so simply bowed his head slightly. "He and some friends are here for a celebratory sleepover. Oh, I can introduce you to my other friends too. Hey, Hitoshi-kun! Mei-chan! Come say hi to my dad!"
A head of purple and a head of pink perked up at the call over and left the couch to join them at the table.
"Oh, I wasn't aware you had guests over," Hisashi said. "I apologize for interrupting your socializing."
"It's ok, papa! You're not interrupting," Izuku reassured him as Hitoshi and Mei arranged themselves in the camera view. "Right, guys?"
"No problem!" Mei declared with her hands on her hips.
"No worries," Hitoshi added while Shouto simply nodded his head in agreement.
"Introductions!" Izuku chirped with a clap of his hands. "So, this is Todoroki Shouto. He won third place."
"It's nice to meet you, sir," Shouto said with a bow.
"Todoroki…that name seems familiar somehow," Hisashi pondered with his hand on his chin. "Might you be related to Endeavor?"
Shouto stiffened a little at that and Izuku instinctively grabbed his hand under the table in comfort. The bi-color teen glanced at him and gave a small smile in thanks before turning back to the computer.
"Yes, he's my father," Shouto answered, his face neutral again. "However, we don't…see eye to eye."
"Ah, I see," Hisashi responded, turning his attention back to his son. "And your other friends? Who might they be?"
"Oh! This is…" Izuku started but was cut off.
"The name's Hatsume Mei, resident Support Engineer genius and future CEO of Hatsume Industries, Inc.!" Mei interjected in typical Mei fashion. "Izuku and I have been working together to make all sorts of babies at school!"
"Mei-chan!" Izuku exclaimed, face bright red making him look like a tomato. Hitoshi was cackling behind him while Shouto let out quiet chuckles beside him.
"Making babies already, Izuku?" Hisashi teased. "What does your mother have to say about that?"
From the kitchen came Inko's voice saying, "No grandchildren until you're married and out of school!"
"MOM!" Izuku squeaked while hiding his face with his arms. Shouto patted his knee in comfort. "Ugh, that's what she calls her inventions. Mei-chan, how many times do I have to stress 'context'?"
"I think at this point she's doing it on purpose just to mess with you," Hitoshi commented, having recovered from his laughing fit. "I'm Shinsou Hitoshi, second place winner of the Sports Festival."
"My my, you have such interesting friends, Izuku," Hisashi said, still chuckling slightly at his son's embarrassment. He was just so fun to tease. Then the man cleared his throat and continued. "I've enjoyed getting to meet them. Unfortunately, I will have to cut this call short."
"O-oh? Already?" Izuku asked, a little sad.
"Yes, regrettably I must," Hisashi replied with a sober sigh. "You know how busy my work keeps me."
"Yeah, I know," he said, sighing before forcing himself to smile. "Well, thanks for calling, papa. I really appreciate it."
"I'm proud of you, Izuku," Hisashi said with a warm closed-mouth smile. "Again, congratulations on your accomplishments during the Sports Festival. To your friends as well. Now, I must be going."
"Ok, bye, papa," Izuku said, smile a little more genuine from his father's praise. "Good luck with work!"
"Goodbye, Izuku," Hisashi said with a warm smile. "Enjoy the rest of your sleepover. We'll talk again soon."
Hisashi ended the call and immediately Izuku turned to Shouto with a smirk.
"So, how's that conspiracy theory going for you?" he teased.
"What conspiracy theory?" Hitoshi asked, genuinely interested and surprised that Todoroki would be into that.
"Earlier, Shouto-kun asked if I was Aizawa-sensei's secret love child," Izuku answered with a roll of green eyes.
Once again, Hitoshi went into a laughing fit at the absurd thought.
"Y-you? Aizawa's love child?" the purple haired teen gasped out. "He's like thirty! You would have to have been born when he was in his teens."
"I still stand by my theory," Shouto stated with his customary neutral expression.
Izuku looked at him in confusion.
"…Shouto…you just talked to my dad," he stressed.
"Through video," Shouto countered as if that was enough of a point.
"Yeah…? And?" the greenette prodded.
"So, it could be fake," the bi-color teen stated.
"How could that be fake?" Izuku asked, gesturing towards the computer.
The conspiracy theorist sat there in thought for a moment before peering intently into green eyes as he said, "…CGI."
That single acronym spoken with such assuredness initiated Hitoshi's laughing fit number three of the day.
"Shouto-kun, no," Izuku said, facepalming and shaking his head.
"Todoroki, y-yes," Hitoshi managed to gasp out somehow.
Mei had already tuned out their conversation back when the call had ended. She was already back over by the couch working on her baby again having snuck it out of Izuku's room while they were talking. Izuku wasn't too surprised as she had done the same thing before so he let it slide. Once Hitoshi got a hold of himself, the three boys followed her lead and joined her while the mother continued cooking. Normally Izuku would help but she always insisted on doing it herself when he had friends over.
"So, that was your dad, huh?" Hitoshi asked from his reclaimed spot on the couch.
"Yup," Izuku replied. "I'm glad he called even if it was short."
"Must be rough with him gone all the time," the purple haired teen commented.
"It can be at times," the greenette admitted. "What with him being so busy and unable to travel. But we still get to talk through video and over the phone. It's not perfect but it's at least something."
"What do you usually talk about?" Shouto asked, curious of how a healthy parent-child bond functioned. Even if he wasn't convinced that the man they had been introduced to was actually Izuku's father.
"School. General catching up on life stuff," Izuku answered.
"Have you ever talked about Quirks with him?" Hitoshi inquired.
"Oh? No, I haven't," Izuku responded with a shake of his head. "My notebooks are all Hero Quirks and my dad isn't the biggest fan of Heroes. Plus, our talks are really short because he's so busy, so I didn't want to waste that time with my ramblings."
"He isn't a fan of Heroes?" Hitoshi asked, finding it surprising since Izuku was such a Hero fanboy.
"No and I don't really know why exactly," Izuku replied with a shrug. "He's just never been a fan of their bravado and such. Maybe it's because they're too flashy for his taste? Too much media attention maybe? Dad's more of a 'behind the scenes' kind of guy."
"Like you were at the USJ?" Shouto offered innocently.
The reminder of the attack sent a shiver down Izuku's spine. Shouto patted his knee in response to his reaction. While Mei and Hitoshi cast paired worried looks at their friend. Both recalling when they had heard the news of the incident. Mei after she had been abruptly kicked out of the studio and grumbled on her way home. Hitoshi when he had been on his way back to his at-the-time foster family after school was let out early.
The teachers had been called to another campus facility due to some kind of emergency. One that apparently called for all of them to go and so cancelled the rest of the day's classes. It had been a shock for them both when they had learned later that it was because of a Villain attack at the USJ where Class 1-A had gone for training. That it was where Izuku had gone to observe them. That their friend had been caught in the middle of an apparent man-child Villain's temper tantrum who wanted to kill All Might.
It had all turned out okay in the end. Well for the most part. Aizawa, Thirteen, and All Might had been injured during the fight, but thankfully everyone survived. Hearing about the Noumu that was apparently strong enough to give the Number One Hero a run for his money was very unsettling. It was a relief to know that Izuku had hidden away with Tsuyu during the attack and had done his best to help the students and Heroes alike.
"S-something like that," Izuku finally answered breaking the tense atmosphere. "Anyway, he just doesn't like Heroes but he knows that I do. We have this mutual understanding that we think differently about Heroes. So, I never bothered to talk about their Quirks with him."
"Do you talk about Quirks with Aizawa?" Shouto asked with a certain look in his eye.
Green eyes eyed him suspiciously knowing that the other still wasn't convinced who his father was. Which was so weird but then again Shouto could be really weird. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. That was just how he was.
"Yes, though not as much as with Nezu-sensei," Izuku answered. "He is my mentor for my analysis after all. And don't you start another theory of who my dad is because Nezu isn't even the same species as me."
"Unless that species is scary smart people," Hitoshi snarked earning an eye roll from the greenette.
"Don't go giving him ideas, Hitoshi-kun," Izuku shot back. "You're not immune to his conspiracies either."
"Oh really?" the purpled haired teen asked with a quirked brow. "What's my conspiracy, Todoroki?"
"There's a possibility that even if Izuku isn't Aizawa's secret love child," Shouto replied, looking 100% serious. "That Aizawa could be your father too."
...
Purple eyes stared wide at that. Mostly out of shock but also with flickering spark of wanting. Not for being someone's illegitimate child but of having a father. Not that anyone in that room knew that other than Hitoshi himself. Of his severe lack of parents and a wanting ache for a family even though he figured that wasn't going to happen in the legal sense. Though apparently Izuku had some suspicions.
Out of anyone to possibly be his dad, Hitoshi wouldn't complain if it was Aizawa. Him or Yamada. The teen had gotten to know the two men over the weeks of training. Aizawa could be dry but he shared a similar amount of snark as Hitoshi. He also had a fighting style that the teen wanted to emulate and become an Underground Hero himself. While Yamada was loud but he was a genuinely kind person much like Izuku.
His loud ex-homeroom teacher didn't exactly show favoritism towards the brainwasher. Definitely not to the level as Izuku what with the blonde giving him freaking Eraserhead merch as a 'thank you'. But the man had been swift to stop any situations of prejudice because of his Quirk from escalating while under his watchful glasses-covered green eyes. As well as to graciously help Izuku and him train for the Sports Festival.
Yeah, either of them would be great to have as a dad. But they weren't. Neither of them. He was just an abandoned kid living in the foster system because his birth parents didn't want a 'Villain' for a child. But it wasn't so bad. Sure, he didn't have actual parents but he had his friends and adults who cared about him to some extent. Like Inko and his teachers. Even Nezu who seemed to know something about him but never brought up anything specific.
'In fact, I'm sure Shinsou-kun also knows what you have, and I had, gone through.'
He wondered what the chimera knew. His homelife? It would make sense that he was at least aware of his situation to an extent being the principal. But the teen didn't expect the mammal to do anything about it because he was fine. He would assume he wasn't the first foster kid to attend UA and wouldn't be the last either. Him being a foster kid did not determine if he could be a Hero same as his Quirk didn't.
The moment of his reaction was getting drawn out as he pondered the fantasy of having Aizawa as a dad. Or really anyone as a parent. But he needed to move on from that moment and that impossible possibility. To not draw any more suspicion from those green eyes watching him closely. The ones that belonged to his best friend and who he considered a part of his found family even if the other didn't know that. Which gave him an idea…
"Well, if that were true," Hitoshi said breaking the moment. "Then would that make Izuku and I brothers?"
...
Izuku could see the conspiracy theory gears turning as Shouto looked between Hitoshi and him. Those grey and blue eyes sizing them up for anything that could support that new theory. The greenette groaned internally at his purple haired friend feeding the conspiracy monster and throwing him back into the mix. Though he did like the idea of Hitoshi seeing him as a brother. He could certainly see himself as one with his best friend and to Mei as well. Shouto though…he was beginning to see himself as something else with his special friend.
"I could see it," Shouto said with a contemplative look on his face. "You two act very familiar with each other. And you both have poofy hair."
Izuku let out an offended gasp, "My hair is not poofy!"
"Yeah, it's more…fluffy," Mei chimed in earning a playful glare from the greenette.
"Eh, I'll take poofy," Hitoshi added, running a hand through his own purple locks. "Not sure how else to describe this gravity defying mess."
The others laugh at that though Shouto's was more of a quiet chuckle. It was then that Inko called the teens to dinner. The group of friends got up from the couch to move to the table to eat. Mei was obviously excited to have some of her amazing cooking. Izuku was excited for Shouto to try it for the first time. One of many first times he hoped to share with the boy.
This sleepover is going to be great!
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