Dadzawa bonding! DADZAWA BONDING!

Also, real quick. When Izuku and Cujo switch while talking to another I've decided that, to help understand who is talking, the person in charge, lets say Izuku for this, is going to be normal while Cujo will be in bold. Or it can switch while Cujo is in charge. Cujo will be normal, but if Izuku speaks suddenly it'll be bold. This way it's just easier to understand .

It's giving old Yugioh fanfic's I use to read/write way back in 2007 Lmao. In fact Cujo reminds me a bit of season 0 Yami with how crazy he is.

Hitoshi let out a startled gasp as he jerked his body up. "I fell asleep!" He exclaimed. Seven days to die was still playing on the TV the music was soft and turned down , the game was on the main title meaning they weren't currently trying to survive a hoard of zombies passed out.

Frantically Hitoshi looked for his phone for the time, the light outside told him it was early morning and maybe, just maybe his father hadn't noticed him missing. Hitoshi realized he didn't have his phone because his father took it. So, he did the next best thing, he took Denki's phone.

6:12 am flashed back at him. "Oh thank god!" Hitoshi still had time to get home! Quickly he jumped up, accidentally hitting Denki and making the blonde wake with a groan.

"Wha?" Denki sleepily sat up and rubbed at his tired eyes. "What time is it?" He mumbled, his voice laced with so much sleep that Hitoshi almost couldn't understand what he was asking. Denki yawned a bit and scratched at the back of his greasy hair.

"I have to go!" Hitoshi exclaimed once he made sure he had everything he came with him- he had turned too sharply to look at Denki and accidentally knocked the can of half-full beer down. "Shit!" He jumped back when the beer soaked into his socks. "Sorry, sorry-" Hitoshi looked around frantically for something to clean the beer up. Denki groaned and just grabbed a random shirt.

"Here. Use this. I don't care."

"God, that's gross." Hitoshi grumbled as he threw the shirt down and stomped on it to let it soak the beer up regardless.

Denki gave another sleepy groan as he rubbed at his face. "I-... god… I'll walk with you." Denki shifted and scooted up to the edge of his bed before standing up. His whole body shifted to the left and Hitoshi felt fearful that Denki was going to fall but he managed to straighten himself up before that happened.

"Okay, let's go." Hitoshi ignored his wet socks and bolted out of Denki's room. Denki was moving at a slow pace. His body was slouched and he looked exhausted, but true to his words he followed Hitoshi out of the apartment. Denki didn't put his shoes on, just his slippers. Hitoshi crammed his feet into his shoes without caring. "I have to get home before seven." He explained as he grabbed Denki's hand to help speed the blonde along.

"Ugh…why?" Denki squinted against the bright early sunlight once they were outside. Both boys started down the steps at a high pace.

"Dad trains both Zuchan and I at seven almost every morning."

"Insane."

"Not really."

"Don't you get to sleep in?"

"Sometimes he'll let us sleep in until seven-thirty, hopefully today will be one of those days."

Their footsteps were loud as they clattered down the metal steps. Once they were at the very bottom of the steps, Hitoshi stopped and turned to Denki. "Thank you, this is far enough. You've been a good friend, even if you and your father scare me." Hitoshi breathed as he grabbed both of Denki's hands. "I hope maybe…when I'm not grounded… I could come over again." He smiled and Denki, for the first time that morning, looked awake. His face turned a bright red.

"Heh…" he breathed out. "You don't have to wait until you're ungrounded, you know?"

"Yeah, I don't think my heart can take sneaking out again." Hitoshi said with his own little laugh. "But thank you-" Hearing a noise, Hitoshi turned to see the bus approaching the nearby bus stop. "Oh! Already?!" He gasped. He then leaned in and pecked Denki's cheek really quick. "I gotta go!" He announced, ignoring the bright red Denki he left behind in his haste to get to the bus stop. "Wait!" Hitoshi practically screamed as he raced to the open doors of the bus.

Getting to the doors of the bus, Hitoshi jumped inside. He breathed heavily and put his hands on his knees. "Whew!" He whistled and paid the fee. Hitoshi then sat at a nearby seat. "Whew…" He breathed out slowly once he was sat and relaxed. "That was close." He whispered to himself as his heart started to slow down from it's fast pace. "Too close… … … Did I just kiss Denki?!" Hitoshi gasped once it fully sunk in for him.

"Sh!" Came the reply of several cranky people. Hitoshi winced but stayed quiet after that. Outwardly. Inside he was screaming. He remained screaming on the inside the whole bus ride home.

Shouta gave a sigh as he started to put his hair up. "I think I should get a hair cut." He grumbled. He was met with a hand raking itself through his long, and slightly tangled, locks.

"Nah…I like it long." Hizashi mumbled softly making Shouta look at him out of the corner of his eye. Still, he liked the feeling of Hizashi's fingers against his skull. It left Shouta with a pleasant buzzing against the back of his skull at the touch. If felt nice and sent tingles up and down his spine. It didn't last though, Hizashi removed his hand and Shouta's hair fell back down by his shoulders once more.

Shouta gave a snort at this and grabbed his hair tie. He bundled his hair into his hands once more. "Hm, you could have at least helped if you were going to play with my hair." Shouta grumbled.

"Why are you tying your hair up anyways?"

"Training. I'm going to spar with the boys one-on-one and I want to see how much better they've gotten."

"Okay…okay… and the hair?"

"I don't trust them not to pull."

Hizashi snorted a soft laugh. "Okay, fair."

"Do you want to see him?" Shouta asked out of the blue as he turned to look at Hizashi. Hizashi blinked in confusion.

"Who?"

"Cujo. I'm going to ask Izuku to release him today. We need to get Izuku focused on controlling Cujo, especially when Cujo gets rather…erm… 'feisty'."

Hizashi shut his eyes as he thought about it. 'The idea of meeting Cujo is enticing. Yet, at the same time it's rather scary. Cujo is a force to be reckoned with, not only that but if what Shouta said is all true, Cujo can take my quirk if he deems fit.'

"You seem hesitant."

"It's like you asking me to see the third kid you've adopted. I just don't know. There are lots of ups and downs about me meeting this quirk." Hizashi scratched at the top of his head.

Shouta gave a little chuckle. "Funny. But regardless this quirk is still Izuku, at least a part of him."

"Hm. Well, I feel like I'm going to meet this quirk one way or another, so I might as well get it over with."

"Don't let me force you into it." Shouta gave a low chuckle which made Hizashi chuckle as well in response. Hizashi leaned in and hugged Shouta gently.

"You can't blame me for my apprehensiveness. Not with all you've told me."

"True…But I'll keep you safe." Shouta gently patted Hizashi's hands before he started to walk towards the door. "Let's go ahead and get this day started." He mumbled and walked out of his bedroom. Nobody was up, the house was quiet, say for Sora and Chobi who were weakly play fighting with one another in the living room. "C'mon, If they ask I'll say you just dropped by and wanted to watch us spar."

Hizashi smiled a small smile and shook his head. "I still think you should just tell them. They're both almost sixteen."

It was true. Hitoshi and Izuku's birthday was in a month-

'Izuku's birthday isn't the same as Hitoshi's….' Shouta was forced to remember. Inko was more than happy to shove Izuku's birth certificate in his face a while ago; to prove to him that Izuku was her child. What's funny was that Hitoshi and Izuku were born in the same month, only fourteen days apart. If Inko was right and Izuku was her child that was, the DNA test was coming any day now. (Who was Shouta kidding, he didn't need a DNA test to see the resemblance between the two.)

'No. It is. Inko may have a birth certificate but so do I. Yes, logically Izuku's birthday is not the same as Hitoshi's, but I'm not going to change it after over eight years of doing it the way I have been.' Shouta felt himself harden a bit as he thought about this. 'I don't care what Inko says…'

He approached the hallway to the boy's room-

There was a soft thump! That came from inside of Hitoshi's room. It made Shouta turn with a raised eyebrow. "Hitoshi?" He called and tried the door. 'Locked…' It made Shouta scowl at the locked door. 'If it's not Izuku, it's Hitoshi. I think I understand why they're doing this. Their relationship is fractured but…something isn't right.' Shouta turned and grabbed on to Izuku's handle. He turned it and just as he thought. 'Locked.' He narrowed his eyes darkly at this. 'Are they… are they hiding something?' Before he could think of anything else Hitoshi's door opened.

Shouta turned to look at Hitoshi. Hitoshi looked breathless as he undid his long hair from it's ponytail. His hair was frazzled like it hadn't been brushed. Hitoshi ran his fingers through his hair and swallowed hard. " 'Sup?" Hitoshi spoke like he was trying to keep his breathing leveled, like he wasn't out of breath. Shouta kept that narrowed eye looked at Hitoshi before straightening up a bit.

'He's a teenager, don't forget that, Shouta.' Shouta relaxed a little "Are you ready for training?"

"Ye-yeah. I just need to-"

Shouta smelt something. Something that made him audibly sniff the air. He felt like a dog when he rose his nose up for a moment to sniff again. "… why do I smell beer?" Yes, that's what he was smelling, the yeasty smell of beer was unmistakable.

"Are you having a stroke?" Hitoshi joked without missing a beat. He was smirking, but there was no humor in his eyes.

"That's toast, smartass."

"Both are made with yeast. Regardless, I just need to get dressed-" Hitoshi tried to slink back into his room, but Shouta took a step forward, stopping Hitoshi. Hitoshi gasped at this as he stared up at his father. There was a moment between the two of them as they just stared at one another. If Shouta were to narrow his eyes anymore they'd be shut. Yet, he just can't help but feel that something wasn't adding up. It also didn't help that he could still smell that yeasty beer smell coming off of Hitoshi. Shouta was close to asking Hitoshi to breathe on him, how his child could have gotten a hold of beer is beyond him, but the smell just wasn't going away-

Izuku's door opened at that exact moment. "Uh-..." Izuku stopped when he saw the stare-off. "Is everything okay?" he asked, causing Shouta to look away from Hitoshi. This gave Hitoshi the out he needed. His door slammed shut right in front of Shouta's face.

"Sorry! I Didn't mean to slam that!" Hitoshi said and Shouta could hear the frantic sounds of drawers opening and closing. "Just give me a few minutes to get dressed, I'll be out in a minute!"

"Huh." Izuku squeaked with a shrug before walking off to the kitchen. "I'm gonna make a poptart, you want one?" He asked his dad.

Shouta looked back at Hitoshi's room. "No…" He mumbled before stalking off and away from Hitoshi's room. "Izuku, I noticed that you've been locking your door more often. Is everything okay?"

Izuku stopped and looked back at his father. "Yeah." With that simple word Izuku turned and left to the kitchen. Shouta heard Izuku say in the next room: "Oh hey, Uncle Cockatoo."

"Hey, Listener!" Hizashi greeted Izuku.

Shouta looked back at Hitoshi's bedroom before he stalked back to the kitchen. He would have to confront Hitoshi on it later.

Izuku was in the kitchen, he had two poptarts in the toaster and was waiting for them to heat up. He was looking at his phone just boredly scrolling. "Hey dad?" Izuku called without looking up from his phone. "Why is Uncle Cockatoo here?" Izuku looked up from his phone to finally face his dad. Hizashi wasn't in the kitchen anymore, Shouta found him outside talking on his cellphone.

"Because he wants to see Cujo for himself."

Izuku tensed a little at this. "Is that wise? I don't have complete control over Cujo."

"Don't worry. If the situation calls for it, I'll have to wrangle Cujo in myself."

Izuku gave a soft frown at this. "..."

"What's wrong?" Shouta inquired with an eyebrow raise.

"I just…don't want Uncle Cockatoo to be scared of me…" Izuku started to twist his fingers as he looked away from his father.

"That's silly, why would Hizashi ever be scared of you?"

Izuku looked at him with a confused look. "Because Cujo scared Toshinori…"

"Whoa, whoa, back up. When did Cujo come out in front of Toshinori and why?"

Izuku now looked hesitant with his brow furrowing as he bit at his lip. "Y-...yesterday…I thought…"

Aizawa could feel his anger, not at Izuku, already bubbling up. 'If this motherfucker went behind my back to confront Izuku I swear to god I'm going to pluck his eyes out.' Shouta tried to not let his anger be seen. "You thought?" he urged.

Izuku's mouth twisted down into a big frown as he played with the ends of his sleeve. "Toshinori said that you were okay with him taking the quirk back." Aizawa's fist reacted before his mind did. The wall nearby got a new fist-sized crater.

"Motherfucker!" Shouta cursed. Izuku yelped and ducked away from Shouta. This made Shouta turn to Izuku in shock.

"Ma-maybe I misunderstood!" Izuku whimpered as he looked away from his dad. "Really, you don't need to get upset, dad!" Shouta looked down at Izuku's scared form and he felt himself being forced to relax when he saw the fear in Izuku's eyes.

"Listen to me, Izuku. I am not angry with you; and you do not have to make excuses for Toshinori. I understand you're just trying to protect him and you look up to him. But time and time again Toshinori has overstepped and crossed my boundaries. Izuku, Toshinori and I spoke about you returning One for All. While I agree with him it's for the best I have yet to give him permission to take it back." Shouta rubbed at the back of his head as he made a disgusted face. "I stormed out before we could talk about it anymore because before he told me that he couldn't take the quirk back." He explained to Izuku in a gentle tone. "Now, what happened between you and Toshinori?"

Izuku frowned a little at Shouta's words. Still he spoke about what happened. "Well…Toshinori pulled me aside at lunch. He told me that he and you talked about and how it's no longer safe for me to hold One for Alll and he said…" Izuku trailed off slowly and his mouth turned into a frown.

"...What did he say, Izuku?" Shouta asked.

"He…he said because of All for One, because of my quirk…because of Cujo-" Izuku grasped at his shirt as he said this. A look of sadness crossed his face. One that made Shouta frown with him. "That I was a mistake. That he never should have given the quirk to me in the first place. That my past was a red flag he couldn't ignore. I- I get what he was trying to say and I was just going to give the quirk back but Cujo-...Cujo went off the deep end. Before I even knew what was happening Cujo had control. He was screaming at Toshinori. He went to attack, but thankfully I held him back! Toshinori- He…he looked so scared dad. He was afraid of me. One of my personal heroes was afraid of me. He looked at me like I was a villain!" Izuku had tears in his eyes as he said this. "I- that's the last thing I want! So- I-I-I can-can't ha-have Uncle- Cocka- Cockatoo-"

"Shhh…" Shouta reached and pulled Izuku into a one-armed hug. "Calm down." Though, just beneath the surface Shouta was fuming. 'How does one man manage to fuck up this badly…' Shouta was this close to kicking Toshinori's perfectly white teeth in at this point. Izuku sniffed against Shouta's shirt. "You listen to me. You are not a mistake."

"But Cujo is!- I am not!- Everyone hates him and because they hate him they hate me!-We don't need them!-" Izuku cried as he looked at his dad desperately. Shouta watched, silently amazed, as Izuku's eyes changed colors between who was talking. He clung to Shouta like a child. A feeling Shouta remembers a lot from Izuku's childhood. It never took much to make Izuku cry. Usually Hitoshi would be the better one to comfort Izuku, but on the occasion Hitoshi wasn't available, Shouta would have to take the mantle up. This was one of those times.

"Izuku, look at me." Shouta pulled Izuku's chin up gently. "You are not a mistake. Cujo is not a mistake. Cujo is a part of you that's a little rough around the edges. With proper training and control we can calm him down." Izuku's eyes turned red but Cujo said nothing. He just stared looking rather…amazed for a lack of a better term. Then those red eyes hardened before they vanished back to green. When Izuku was back looking at him, he teared up again, but these tears were different from the last. He seemed happier as he rehugged his dad. "Thank you…" He whispered.

A few seconds went by with Shouta holding Izuku close. It was interrupted by Hitoshi coming into the kitchen. Izuku and Shouta looked at him and he looked at them. He then put his hands up. "Everything okay?" He asked once the silence settled.

"Yeah…we were having a little talk is all." Shouta told Hitoshi. The incident earlier all but forgotten, shoved into the back of his mind as he gently pulled Izuku off of him. Izuku allowed this and went for the toaster.

"Poptart!" Izuku called and Hitoshi was quick. He grabbed the treat as Izuku threw it across the room.

"Ah! It's hot!" Hitoshi gasped as he threw the Poptart from hand to hand. Finally, he just tossed the threat on the counter. "Jeez! Are you trying to fry my nerves with that- and I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Hitoshi immediately realized his mistake. Izuku came back into the room munching on his own Poptart. He then shrugged.

"My hands are fine. In fact, ever sense returning from the Stain fight they've never bugged me. They aren't even that bad anymore. See?" To prove this, Izuku raised his right hand up to show Hitoshi and his father his palm.

The skin-...it was almost completely back to normal.

"Whoa." Hitoshi came up and pulled Izuku's palm down to inspect the burns. They weren't even pink. The skin was still slightly twisted and a little taught but it was healing almost completely so.

Shouta looked over at the burns and even traced them with his finger. "That…" He thought about it. "-Makes complete sense actually." He realized. "Izuku, you analyze quirks better than most quirk analysts. So, let me ask you this. Would it be far fetched to assume that because Cujo has such an adverse reaction to taking quirks that aren't his; Like Endeavor's for example, is it possible that he has a healing factor? At least a slow healing one to make up for the reactions?"

Izuku thought about it. "Well…Do you?" He asked suddenly. His eyes turned red and Cujo narrowed them as he brought his hands to his chin. "It's unsurprising if I would or wouldn't have one. Another part of me to just help. I can see the quirks I have though and Healing isn't one of them. So a healing quirk wasn't given to me in the past. Meaning, if I do have one-" Cujo stopped suddenly and tensed. Shouta and Hitoshi both looked at Cujo then at each other. It was then did Shouta realize that Cujo was looking past them. So he turned and looked at Hizashi.

Hizashi was standing there. He was frozen mid-step like he had just gotten caught doing something he was suppose to do. Cujo looked mildly annoyed. He then rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "What do you mean by that?" Shouta asked. "That a quirk wasn't given to you? I thought you took quirks."

"Heh." Cujo smirked at Shouta's words. "I get that you're senile, but damn." He put his hands on his hips before smiling.

"Oh shit." Hizashi turned away with a startled laugh.

"Cujo. Watch it." Hitoshi gave a soft warning to the quirk. "And he's-"

"I asked Cujo this question, Hitoshi. Not you. Please, let him answer and do not intervene unless asked." Shouta demanded firmly, but not unkindly, to his other son.

The room turned tense as Cujo and Shouta stared off. Izuku's curls were starting to straighten as Cujo slowly took control over the body. Before Cujo could fully take over, Izuku's eyes returned to green and Shouta shook his head. "Give him control." He ordered.

Izuku did as his father requested and gave Cujo full control.

"Oh… oh." Hizashi breathed out as the air started to change around Cujo. The air always changed when Cujo took over fully. Cujo was an intimidating figure. Like his biological father. If given the chance to blossom the same as All for One had then Cujo would absolutely make heroes piss themselves in fear. But, Cujo never got that chance to blossom. Which, depending on how one would look at it, might be a good thing.

"You don't want to do this." Cujo told Shouta and he took a defensive step forward as if to prove this. His shoulders tensed and he was gnashing his teeth.

"I just asked a question, you don't have to get defensive." Shouta told Cujo plainly. "Though-" Shouta smirked a flat smile as his capture weapon rose up into the air and his eyes started to glow. "If you want to try. I dare you."

Hitoshi took a step back, towards Hizashi, as he stared between Cujo and Shouta.

"Shou- I thought this was just training?" Hizashi whispered as he came up and put his hands on Hitoshi's tense shoulders. It felt oddly nice when Hizashi gently rubbed his thumbs against the base of Hitoshi's neck to make his shoulders relax.

"It is. Izuku, I wanted Cujo to take over. It's your job to keep him at bay and take over when he gets too heated." Shouta instructed.

Cujo narrowed his eyes at this. "I see-I'll do my best!- shut up… Hm. You're a cocky old man, but fine. I'll play your weird game." The quirk smirked as he lightly squatted down and seemed to study Shouta's movements. "Lets see. You're looking directly at me. You're own quirk activated meaning I can't use any of my quirks unless you look away or blink." Cujo muttered softly. "I like your quirk, it's powerful."

Hitoshi sucked in a shallow and scared breath at those words.

"Something wrong, Toshichan?" Cujo had a smirk on his face the whole time. He knew exactly what he was doing as he taunted Hitoshi.

"You'll have to fight me for it." Shouta hissed as he got in front of Hitoshi. A clear act of protection. "And even if you do manage to take it, I need you to understand something. I fight quirkless."

Cujo looked taken aback. "I thought you said you don't hit."

"I don't. I don't hit when it comes to punishment. However; if the safety of me or anybody in this house is compromised, I won't hesitate to put a stop to it. If that means knocking you out so Izuku can take over, then so be it." Shouta explained firmly. "More importantly if you manage to take not just my quirk, but Hitoshi's, or even Hizashi's, you will lose my trust and from there on I will no longer allow you out without having you wrapped."

Cujo contemplated on Shouta's words. It was almost like he was debating it. "...You're no fun." Cujo half-whined as he crossed his arms over his chest. A pout played on his lips. Cujo mumbled something. Something Shouta just couldn't quite catch. However, Hizashi, with his hearing aides, was able to pick it up.

"Who's 'Daddy'?" Hizashi inquired. "I know he can't be talking about you.."

"He's not. I'm 'Old man.' remember?"

Hitoshi swallowed hard. "All-...All for One. Zuchan called him that. I'm assuming, Cujo, you were thinking back to then…right?"

"He always wanted me to take a quirk. Any quirk. He didn't care. So, what does it matter if I take Toshichans? Or the loud one over there?" Cujo jabbed his thumb towards Hizashi in question.

"Because we like our quirks. That and…I don't want to see you get hurt taking a quirk you can't handle." Cujo untensed at this as he had that same look of shock and amazement on his face. "I know Hitoshi's quirk gives you a nose bleed from hell. I don't even want to think about what would happen to you if you took Hizashi's quirk. Slow healing factor or not. I don't want you blowing out your own eardrums or ours for that matter, and my quirk?...forget it. No quirk taking, Cujo, that's final."

"..." Cujo looked confused. Like he was looking at an insane math question in front of him. Just silent confusion. "...Why should it matter what happens to me?" He finally asked.

"Because, even if you can handle it and even if you may have a slow healing quirk. I don't want you to be in pain. Nobody should ever want you to be in pain. And don't forget, Izuku feels the pain all the same as well."

More confusion with that same bit of amazement behind those blood red eyes. "...I-..." Bewildered silence. "Let's just get this over with." Cujo shook his head and then looked at Shouta. "What do you want from me then?" He asked with a shrug.

"I want to watch you. I need to see how you work. I'm also a little curious about your hand-to-hand. Like do you have Izuku's muscle memory or if you don't know any of it."

"Uh… okay?" Cujo sounded lost. "So you want to test my…quirklessness…despite me being… a quirk?"

Hitoshi leaned into Hizashi. "He makes a point."

Hizashi gave a little hum of agreement.

"You see this is training for you and Izuku alike. As I said before, I need to see were you are in terms of hand-to-hand. But this is also training Izuku. If you get too out of hand, if your temperament gets out of control then Izuku needs to take control. Do you understand?"

Cujo thought about it before nodding. "Yeah. I think I understand…" Cujo mumbled and rubbed at the back of his head. He then shook his head and his eyes hardened. He then squated down. "How are we doing this?" He looked excited, like a little kid. "Do I need to go easy on you, Old man? I don't want to break your hip." He grinned a devilish grin.

"Oh shit…" Hizashi gave another laugh as he looked away from Cujo and Shouta alike. He had his hand covering his mouth. "He's a firecracker."

"More like a bomb." Hitoshi mumbled.

Shouta smiled behind his scarf. "You won't be saying that. Let's keep it simple today. I need to see your speed."

"My spee- wah!" It happened suddenly. Shouta used his scarf to grab on to Cujo's leg and he knocked the quirk's leg out from under him in one violent sweep. Cujo hit the ground with a sharp gasp. Well, Cujo was just as quick. He used his free leg to strike the extended part of the scarf that was attached to his's leg. He then used this to his advantage and put all his weight down. Shouta was pulled down just enough for Cujo to reel his free foot back and strike Shouta right in the chest. Cujo didn't hold his hit back and once Shouta was forced back and he looked away for just a moment.

That was when he learned just how fast Cujo was given the quirks he has.

"Oof!" Was the actual nose Shouta made when something heavy and hard struck the back of his head. Thankfully it didn't hit him hard enough to knock him out, but he did see a couple of stars. It dazed him just enough for Cujo to spring an attack. He went for a punch, but Shouta was quicker. He blocked with his arm just in time to avoid the hit. Cujo went for another strike but again with his other hand Shouta blocked.

It was a flurry of movements that made Shouta rather impressed. Still, Shouta swept his leg against the back of Cujo's right knee. Cujo gasped and went down, but Shouta grabbed on to Cujo's shirt to stop him from striking the floor head first. Still, he wasn't prepared for the hand-chop directly to the side of the neck. Shouta gagged at the abuse his windpipe received and he dropped Cujo. Cujo rolled on the ground until he was able to push himself up to his feet.

Then Cujo did something surprising. He smiled and turned. "Catch me if you can, old man!" With that taunt, Cujo rushed out of the house through the sliding glass door.

"Okay, we're doing this…" Shouta breathed out as he rubbed the side of his neck. "Stay in the yard! We don't need you scaring the neighbors!" Shouta yelled as he gave chase to the quirk.

"Oh, interesting!" Hizashi was grinning and he ran right after Shouta.

Hitoshi stood there for a moment before he slowly took a step back and licked his lips. "Now is a good time to… put my laundry in the washing machine."

This was the most fun Cujo had ever. He felt exhilarated and free. His other self was even staying quiet. Just staying by as a 'just in case.' Still, he loved this feeling of being chased but not with the threat of actually being hurt. (As long as he didn't hurt anyone or take a quirk. Which was a little boring, but he'd rather be bored than get hurt. He didn't like being punched or kicked…)

Cujo gave a whoop as he jumped, using his quirk before The Old Man-(Dad? But he wasn't his dad. He didn't understand…)- could activate his own quirk. Cujo was behind The Old Man. Before The Old Man could turn, Cujo was gone again.

"I thought you were fast?!" Cujo taunted playfully as he sat on the high-bar in the yard. He grinned when The Old Man turned to him in shock.

"Damn, you're faster than Izuku." Loud One said with a whistle as he sat in a nearby chair. "You better step up, Shouta." He teased.

"Shouta." Cujo tested the name on his tongue making The Old Man to look at him in shock. "Sho-Tah." He scrunched his face up like he was tasting something bitter. He only ever knew this man as 'Old Man.' or Izuku's 'Dad'. "Nah. I like Old Man." He grinned, then used object attraction to send a forgotten towel smacking into the back of The Old Man's head and allowed himself to fall back. He kept his legs hooked around the high-bar and swung once before dropping down to his feet like a cat.

Toshichan came out of the house at that moment. He stepped out into the yard and looked at Cujo before retreating back towards the side with the Loud One.

By the time he jerked the towel off of his head, which was only a second or two, Cujo was on the move.

He jumped, using a gust of wind to propel himself upward. Then, he was on the roof. the Old Man was behind him and stopped, he looked a little impressed. "You know, this is getting kind of boring." Cujo fibbed as he sat on the edge of the roof. Cujo actually wasn't as bored as he thought he would be. "I thought you would be able to catch me. I guess that was too big of an ask for someone who's going to need a cane soo-"

Suddenly that was when the Old Man was in the air above him. Having used his scarf to hook on to the edge of the roof and propel himself upwards. He was above Cujo by a good ten feet or so and he was coming down fast. Cujo gasped outwardly and quickly tried to scramble to his feet. One of the tiles on the roof slipped out from beneath his right foot and next thing he knew he was falling off of the roof, face-first towards the ground.

Izuku stirred in fear. "Use One for All to break your fall! You'll break our hand but it's better than breaking our head!" Izuku screamed and Cujo felt One for All surge in his right arm- That was when a familiar scarf wrapped around his arm and Cujo was yanked mid-air. Another loud gasp left his mouth as the Old Man pulled him in the both of them falling at this point. 'He's mad! I messed up! He's-' Cujo's mind was running a mile a minute as he pulled into the man's chest.

His thoughts stopped when Shouta wrapped his arms around Cujo's body protectively. Then Shouta twisted in the air.

The ground came fast and hard, but Shouta took the brunt of the fall while he had his arms covering Cujo's head and back alike. "Urg. Yep…that wasn't pleasant." Shouta grunted. His chest vibrated when he spoke. "Thank god I fell in the grass and not on the high-bars or still rings…" Shouta sighed heavily.

Cujo felt frozen. 'What…what is this?' He thought as he clutched at Shouta's shirt. His body shook a little.

"Shou, Cujo!"

"Dad!" Both the Loud One and Toshichan came rushing towards them.

Shouta finally released Cujo's head. "You okay, Cujo?" He asked.

Cujo felt stiff as he slowly sat up to look at Shouta. "...Why'd you do that?" Cujo inquired softly as he backed up and off of Shouta. "Why didn't you just let me fall?"

"Because-" Shouta grunted as he slowly started to stand with the help of Hizashi. He rolled his shoulder a few times, wincing as he did so. "-I'd rather not have you get hurt."

"No…" Cujo scowled as a realization hit him. One that's been staring at him this whole time. One that Toshichan has made clear. Tears sprung in his eyes. "You'd rather Izuku not get hurt!-Huh?" To his complete surprise, Shouta patted the top of his head.

"You and Izuku share a body, yes, I'm aware that if you got hurt then that means Izuku does as well. Regardless, even if you and Izuku had separate I'd still catch you."

Cujo didn't know what to make of this feeling. He didn't dislike it…but he didn't like it either. It made his face heat up and his emotions feel wonky. He felt like he needed to be happy about this…so why did he feel strangely saddened. "Well-...I'm done."

"Oh? Bored already?"

"Hmph. Can't top that. Besides…I'm getting tired. This has been the longest I've been out." Cujo crossed his arms over his chest while he turned away from Shouta and the rest of them. "I guess… you've won this time… Old man." Cujo stuck his tongue out and with that he gave complete control over to Izuku. He had a lot to think about.

"I don't understand…" Hitoshi said later on that night after dinner. Shouta was in the living room grading some papers. Izuku was in his room doing homework.

"Understand what, Hitoshi?" Shouta asked as he looked at a paper in his hand and then made a mark on the paper in dreaded red ink.

"How you do it, with Cujo. I-... I don't understand. I remember him being way feral and borderline homicidal. Like, the tantrums he would throw…" Hitoshi sat beside his father and curled up next to Shouta for comfort. He shuddered at the memories. "Yet…you're doing it. You're controlling him… You've defied all expectations."

Shouta buried his hand into Hitoshi's fluffy hair. "It's because while I'm giving him control, I'm not abusing him. He's learned that acting out recieves punishment. He's seen what my punishments entail same as you and Izuku have. He also needs something he was never given, Hitoshi."

"He was given everything." Hitoshi breathed as he looked at his father.

"He was never given love nor praise from what I've gathered. Hitoshi, Cujo is what you and Izuku both were when I first got my hands on you both. A scared child. You saw how he acted when I did have to threaten him with violence. It was a bluff as I wanted to see how he would react to it and it confirmed everything. Something I'm sure you knew but still failed to say. He was beaten. Same as you and same as Izuku." Shouta explained as he casted a look down at Hitoshi.

"It was the only way they could get him to go away when he became too much…" Hitoshi whispered. "It was their version of 'training.' or 'taming.'." He looked away from his father.

"I expected as much. That's why he acts out. It's also probably why he lashes out in anger. He probably wants some form of attention. Be it good or bad. He wants people to look at him."

Hitoshi hugged his dad's middle tightly. "...You're a good dad…" Hitoshi whispered. "I'm glad you… you care." He shook a little. His mind was forced back to Denki's own father. Denki's father did seem to care about his son but at the same time he didn't care. He didn't care about Denki's health or even his success.

"Of course I care." Shouta started to run his fingers through Hitoshi's hair. "I also care about the fact that you don't trust me. I don't know what more I can do to make you trust me, Hitoshi."

"... I trust you so much more than you realize." Hitoshi clutched at his father's shirt a little tighter.

"Then why did you smell like beer earlier? If you're drinking I need to know so we can address the problem."

"I'm not drinking…" Hitoshi whispered. "I swear to god, I'm not."

"Hitoshi. I know the smell of booze. I hang out with Nemuri… I thought you promised you weren't going to lie anymore?"

"...I'm not drinking… Denki is…" Shouta blinked at those words and looked down at Hitoshi. Who was now silently crying as he tried to hide his face into his father's side. "He's going to kill me for telling you…"

"How do you know this?"

"...Can you promise not to kill me? Or disown me?"

"Of course. If Denki is drinking then it has to be serious, especially if you're coming to me about it."

"And…can you not tell Denki I'm telling you this?"

"You will remain anonymous. You have my word."

Hitoshi slowly sat up. Hitoshi reached over and started to play with the end of his ponytail as he couldn't look his dad in the eye. "Well… last night I… I snuck out with Denki…"

Shouta: I care for you, Cujo.

Cujo: *clutching his chest and falling to the ground* What IS this disgusting feeling?!

Also, for those wondering I do have plans for Cujo and Hitoshi as well as Izuku and Hitoshi. I want to get this all out before the Finals come up. Which btw WILL be different from canon.