Whoop Whoop! Here is...pause for dramatic affect, chapter...I don't even know. Three, four? Whatever you want to call it, it's here!

Just thought I would post this today, since tomorrow is Christmas, and I'm not sure if I would have gotten time to do it tomorrow, lol. So, here you go. This chapter is more about the actual story than last chapter, which was mostly just Aizawa's thoughts. I hope you enjoy!

Shouta was back in the teachers' building, walking down the hallway of his floor again, ready to open his apartment. He stopped outside his door, looking at the large manila envelope laying outside his door, placed there neatly, with his name on it. It wasn't hard to guess what it was, and he picked it up hesitantly, still not sure about the whole thing. But...he supposed it couldn't hurt to have them around, especially if he decided to destroy them so Nezu couldn't do anything...

Pushing these thoughts away, he unlocked his door and entered his apartment, relieved to hear his student sleeping still. He had been worried the whole time he was gone that Midoriya would wake up, and Shouta knew that if that happened when he wasn't there, something bad would most likely happen.

He put the suitcase by the door, and walked over to Midoriya, a pressure in his chest releasing when he saw the peaceful look on the boy's face. Midoriya's breathing was heavy, and his face twitched in discomfort, but, ultimately, he was fine. Shouta placed his hand on his student's forehead, and he took back his statement. Midoriya was mostly fine, but still very sick; he was burning up.

Recovery Girl's instructions ran through his head, and he headed off to the side of the room, where he stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, before rummaging around.

When he was done after a couple minutes, he turned off the light and stepped back out into the living room, now holding a cool, damp cloth in one hand, and a bottle of pills in the other.

He set the bottle down on the coffee table, the pills rattling inside as they bumped against each other, and then he used both hands to straighten out the cloth, and draped it gently over Midoriya's head.

The greenette's brow furrowed for a minute at the touch, but smoothed out again. Shouta sighed in relief, then glanced at the pill bottle. He decided to wait until Midoriya woke up before giving him the medicine, deciding that sleep was the best thing for him.

Stepping around the coffee table in the middle of the room, he sat down in the cushioned chair across the living area from the couch Midoriya occupied, and pulled the envelope onto his lap from where he had placed it before. He hesitated, then ripped it open, and slid the contents out.

As he skimmed them, he once again realized how thorough Nezu was, and how terrifying that was. All the documents he would need for adopting Midoriya were right there, only needing his signature. They even had the signature of the head of the orphanage, which was surprising. Who knew how long ago Nezu had had these drawn up, and signed by the other parties, and yet he hadn't been contacted even once for his signature on the documents. That just showed how sloppy and uncaring the mistress of the orphanages was, and the anger Aizawa felt for Midoriya because of that made him one step closer in his mind to signing the documents.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair, then slid the documents back in the envelope and placed it once again on the coffee table between his chair and the couch.

"You never make things easy, do you, Problem Child?" He asked himself, dropping his head into his hands. His head popped up again a second later when he heard a moan coming from the couch. It was almost like he was answering Shouta's rhetorical question, and the thought almost made the Hero smile-internally, of course.

By the time Shouta had stood up and made his way over to the couch, Midoriya was blinking his eyes open, his gaze traveling, unfocused, across the room. Shouta crouched down, and after a few moments, Midoriya's eyes finally focused, and locked on his face.

"Miss'er 'Zawa?" He slurred out, his voice fuzzy with sleep. Scrunching his eyes up, he brought a hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes sloppily.

"Yeah, Problem Child, I'm right here," Shouta said, his voice staying monotone like he normally spoke, but with just a hint of something else in it. He himself wasn't even sure what it was, whether it was concern, or care, or something else entirely. He had never been good with emotions.

"Where's 'ere?" Midoriya asked, his hand dropping to his side as he tried to sit up. Shouta reached out to help him, bringing his arms up around the boy's shoulders to help pull him up, and grabbing a pillow from beside the couch to put behind him and help prop him up more.

He was surprised that Midoriya didn't flinch at the contact, or when he reached out, but he supposed maybe it was because the boy had just woken up, and was pretty out of it with the fever.

Although, now that he was thinking about it, Shouta couldn't remember Midoriya flinching around him at any time recently, except for earlier when he had just found him, and Midoriya had just woken up...whether that meant Shouta had just gotten used to the flinching, and so didn't even notice anymore, or whether it meant something else, he wasn't sure. However, he hoped that it meant the boy was more comfortable around him, but he wasn't sure why that would be. After all, Midoriya seemed closest with All Might, and Shouta had seen Midoriya flinch at the Symbol of Peace's touch just a couple weeks ago.

Shouta was pulled out of that train of thought when he remembered where he was, and who was with him. Midoriya was currently staring at him with tired eyes, looking confused. It was only then that Shouta realized he hadn't answered the boy's question.

"We're in my apartment in the the Teachers' Dorm Building," he said, sitting back on his heels beside the couch. "You're sick, Midoriya, so you'll be staying with me for a while."

Midoriya just blinked and stared at him for a few seconds, before his eyes slowly focused and he became more aware. "W-what?" He stammered, his voice sounding coarse and thick. Shouta winced at the sound of it, making a note to himself to get the boy a drink in a bit. "Sh-shouldn't I be going h-home? M-mom can tak-ke care of m-me." He pressed his face further into the cushion, avoiding Shouta's gaze.

It helped them both out, since it hid the hurt look that entered Shouta's eyes at how naturally the kid lied, even while sick and delirious, and about something so serious and sad.

"Midoriya," Shouta said, keeping his voice firm, but gentle, and clear, "I know that's not true. She can't take care of you, and she hasn't been able to for a few years, has she?" He was hesitant to talk about it, not knowing how his student would react, but it needed said. Midoriya needed to know that he didn't have to keep up the façade anymore.

The greenette's head shot up, his eyes blown wide as he stared at Shouta. His mouth moved, as if he was going to say something, but no words came out. Eventually, after a few tries, he managed to whisper, "H-how?" In a broken voice, his expression becoming resigned, and his eyes dropping to stare at the edge of the couch, and avoid Shouta's gaze again.

"I emailed your mother's email, and saw it come up on your phone. I called Nezu to get the details," Shouta replied.

Midoriya moaned, then curled up on himself, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face in his arms. A second later, a harsh cough escaped him, grating against his throat it seemed like, and sounding like sawing wood.

Shouta stood up, making sure to make noise as he did it, so Midoriya would know he was moving. The last thing he wanted to do was startle the kid. He walked off to the kitchen, grabbed a glass from a cupboard, filled it with cold tap water, and went back to the couch. Midoriya was still curled up, not looking at anything except his arms. Shouta curled his free hand into a light fist and gently tapped it against the boy's shoulder to get his attention, which seemed to work, if the way Midoriya then looked up was any indication.

The boy's eyes were wet with tears, and full of misery and despair; Shouta wasn't sure how much of that was because of how sick he felt, or because of the fact that Shouta knew about his mom being dead.

"Come on, Problem Child," he said gently, raising the glass up and reaching slowly with his other arm to support his student's shoulders again. Midoriya still didn't flinch away, which Shouta took as a good sign. When the hero had him propped up, and leaning against his arm, he handed the glass of water to the boy, watching as he held it in shaky hands and took a few sips.

Shouta reached over and grabbed the bottle of fever reducers from the coffee table, where he had left it, and opened the cap. He took one of the pills, which was the prescribed amount, and handed it to Midoriya, who stared at it with a furrowed brow for a moment, before putting it in his mouth and swallowing it with another gulp of water.

The glass only had a little bit of water in it when Midoriya finally stopped drinking, and lowered the glass. Shouta took it from him slowly, making sure his grip loosened, and put it down on the coffee table.

"Thanks," Midoriya mumbled as Aizawa lowered him down, raising his hand to rub at his eyes again. "What time is it?" The cool cloth that had been on his forehead fell off when he started rubbing his eyes.

Shouta caught the cloth and put it on the table, then glanced to the clock on the wall before he answered. "It's ten thirty."

Midoriya suddenly shot up on the couch, swinging his legs over the side even as just the top half of his body swayed from the action. His face was crunched in focus, and in a grimace, as what Shouta could assume to be dizziness hit him, but it didn't stop him from trying to stand up. However, it did stop him from succeeding.

As soon as he had pushed his weight off the couch, he immediately tried to take a step, but even if he had just stood in one place, the same thing would have happened. His body swayed violently, his hands reaching out instinctually to steady himself, and his knees buckled, causing his body to go crashing to the ground. And it would have, too, if Shouta hadn't anticipated it.

As soon as Midoriya started falling, Shouta's arms reached out and wrapped around the boy, his knees bending slightly to catch and support all of the extra weight. "Problem Child, what are you doing?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm, although he suspected it didn't work too well.

Midoriya panted, out of breath, as his head fell forward, his forehead resting against Shouta's chest, as his hands clenched his teacher's shirt. His body trembled, no doubt still startled and out of breath from his sudden movements and collapse.

"I-" pant pant "I was going...I can still catch the eleven o'clock train if I run!" His fists unclenched from the fabric of the shirt, and he leaned back as his head came up to look at Shouta. His eyes were shining with tears again, and his mouth was twisted into what could have been a grimace or a pout.

"The train?" Shouta asked slowly, pushing Midoriya down until he was sitting on the couch again. Shouta ended up kneeling beside it, since he didn't quite want to let go of Midoriya yet. He kept a gentle hold of the boy's arms, and looked into his eyes with attention, trying to understand what was going through his fevered mind. "Why would you need to catch the train, Midoriya? I told you, you're going to stay with me in my apartment here."

He saw the moment when the panic in his student's eyes turned to confusion. Midoriya leaned back into the couch more, but he was still tense, his muscles not relaxing at all. "I...I have to go back, the school sent us all home!" He leaned forward, as if to stand up again, but was stopped by Shouta applying more pressure to his arms. His eyes were wide and panicked, and too bright with the fever, but they remained focused on Shouta's hands.

"Midoriya, look at me," Shouta said softly, but the boy stared resolutely at his hands still. "Izuku," he said more forcefully, "look at me." Midoriya twitched at the use of his given name, and finally looked up at his teacher. Shouta saw so much emotion in those eyes, and he could hear Midoriya's panic in the way his breathing was too fast, and too shallow. "Izuku, you don't have to go back to the orphanage. I don't want that, and I'm sure you don't either. You can stay here with me until everyone else gets back, and school starts up again. Okay?"

Midoriya whimpered, seeming to curl up on himself, even as his breathing continued to be too fast, and as he started shaking his head. That motion stopped after a few shakes, as a wince crossed his face at how the action aggravated his headache. "N-no, I...I don't want to be even more of a p-problem-" He was cut off by Shouta

"Izuku, you're not a problem. I..." Shouta sighed, releasing Izuku's arms to put his head in his hands. "I don't call you 'Problem Child' because you are a problem. It's because problems are attracted to you." He dropped his hands to his side, gripping the edge of the couch and shifting where he knelt. "You won't be bothering me by staying here. I want you to stay."

Midoriya looked up at him through teary eyes, then nodded hesitantly. He hiccupped a bit, and lifted his hands to wipe the tears from his eyes. His breaths were still coming too quickly, but they were slowing down now.

"Alright, I'm going to be right back, okay, Midoriya?" His student hesitated for a second, then nodded, wincing again as it increased his headache. Shouta stood up, grabbed the almost empty glass from the coffee table, and headed towards the bathroom again.

This time, when he came out a minute later, he came out carrying the glass, full of cool water again, another container of pills, this time pain killers, and a thermometer. He knelt back down by the couch, where Midoriya was still sitting up, but now had his head cradled in his hands as he tried to calm down. His breathing had mostly gone back to normal, except for the occasional shuddering breath that shook his frame.

Shouta put his findings down and reached out, gently resting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Midoriya's head shot up, red rimmed eyes staring straight at the Hero. "Hey, Kiddo," Shouta said, keeping his hand on the boy's shoulder, "I brought you some pain killers. Do you want them?"

Midoriya's head moved slightly, as if he was about to nod, but then he decided against it. "Yes, please," he said, voice scratchy from his sleep and panicked breaths.

Shouta grabbed the pill container, opened it, and took out two of the white pills, then grabbed the glass in his other hand. He handed the pills to Midoriya, watching as he put them in his mouth, then handed the boy the glass of water. Midoriya downed the pills with one swallow, then took a couple more sips before he stopped. Shouta took the glass from him and put it down, then grabbed the thermometer and turned back to look at his student.

"I need to take your temperature, can you open your mouth for me, Problem Child?" He asked, holding the instrument lightly in one hand. Midoriya blinked at him, then opened his mouth slightly. Shouta slipped the thermometer in, and could see as Midoriya immediately shifted it so that it was under his tongue. "Good boy."

After a minute had passed, the thermometer beeped, and Shouta pulled it out. 101.8 °F, it read: not good, at all, but not the worst, and it would definitely explain how out of it Midoriya was.

"How did you get so sick so fast, Problem Child?" He murmured to himself, before turning the thermometer off and placing it down on the table. He would have to clean it later, but for now, he turned his attention back to his student.

Midoriya's head dropped down, hanging loosely before he brought his hands up to support it again. He looked exhausted. His pale face was offset by the dark circles under his eyes, and the slight flush in his cheeks from the fever. Strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his loose pajamas-which consisted of dark grey sweat pants and a navy blue shirt which said "night shirt" on it-were crumpled and baggy.

"Get some sleep, Midoriya," Shouta said, his voice finally returning back to his normal monotone as he got a grip on his emotions. He wasn't as worried now, since Midoriya had woken up lucid, and since he had managed to get medicine into the boy. A lot of sleep, and a few days of rest, and his student would be right as rain, bouncing off the walls, sometimes literally, and never staying out of trouble.

Shouta was about to stand up from his crouched position, but was stopped by Midoriya sobbing again. "I'm sorry," his student muttered, wiping a hand across his face to stop the tears from coming.

Shouta sighed internally, and settled back down. "What are you sorry for, Midoriya?" He had learned early on that it was best to be straight with this particular student.

"I'-m... I'm sorry for...for getting sick, and making you have to take care of me, and lying about my...my m-mom, and forging t-the...the d-documents, and being diff-icult, and, just, everything!" His words were interrupted with stutters and hiccups again, but, unfortunately, Shouta was still able to understand what he was saying.

Shouta wasn't sure who had made his kid think that everything was his fault, and that he was a problem, but whoever it was, he was on Shouta's bad list. He wouldn't doubt that the orphanage, and the people there, had something to do with it, and it just made him want to get Midoriya out of there even more. Although, it still didn't answer the question of why Midoriya was bullied. But, Shouta would have to look into that later. Right now, he had a crying child to help.

Reaching over slowly, Shouta curled one hand behind Midoriya's head, and leaned forward towards the couch, pulling the boy closer as he did so. After a few seconds, where there luckily wasn't any hesitation on his student's part, Midoriya was sitting forward slightly with his faced pressed into Shouta's shoulder, hiccupping softly as he tried to calm down, and stop his sobs.

"Midoriya, you didn't mean to get sick, it's not your fault. And it's not a problem for me to take care of you. It's my job as your teacher, and as someone who cares about you." Normally Shouta wouldn't have said something like that, even if he meant it, but this was an extreme case. He didn't like coddling people, especially hero students; they needed to know how hard being heroes would be in the future, so they needed to be tough. It wasn't his job to love them, just to teach them. However, with this particular student, who had likely never received any love for the past four years, he felt that he could make an exception.

"And, regarding you lying about your mother and forging documents, that is something we need to discuss, but I'm sure you had a reason to. We'll talk about that later. Right now, all you need to do is rest, and let me take care of you. Stop worrying, okay, Izuku?"

Midoriya hiccupped once more, then nodded into Shouta's shoulder. The hero was concerned at the amount of heat he could feel coming from the boy, even through his shirt, but he could hope that the fever reducers would kick in soon. And he would have to refresh the cloth and put it back on his forehead. Its time on the coffee table was almost over.

"Alright, then let's get you lying down so you can sleep," Shouta said, pulling away from his student. Midoriya whined, grabbing Shouta's sleeve before he could get too far away. Shouta leaned forward again, putting his hand on Midoriya's head, burying it in the green curls. "I'm not going anywhere, Midoriya, I'm just going to be over on the chair, okay? I'll be in the same room, and I won't leave you alone. You need to sleep." He waited a few seconds, until he felt Midoriya's grip loosen, then he pushed the boy down until he was laying on his side, head on the pillow.

Shouta sat there, watching as Midoriya's eyes started to slip closed. For the first few times that they did, the boy would snap them open, lifting his head up with a panicked look on his face until he saw Shouta still there. The underground hero kept his face neutral each time, not giving away his thoughts.

Finally, after a few minutes had passed, Midoriya's breathing had evened out and deepened, signaling that he was asleep. Shouta stood up slowly, and quietly, then grabbed the cloth and stepped into the kitchen, re-wetting it and bringing it back in to lay on the sick child's forehead. Midoriya visibly relaxed when it was in place, and Shouta did in turn.

Even if he would deny it to anyone that asked, he was worried. He was worried about how sick Midoriya was, about him being an orphan, and staying at an orphanage for the last three years, and about his hesitance around people, even flinching at loud noises and sudden movements. Although, of course, he never did around Shouta, which was another question in itself.

Shouta wouldn't say that he had a calming personality, and he wasn't someone who would be trusted easily, especially considering the "logical ruses" he used in teaching his students. Sure, Shouta had protected his class, including Midoriya, from villain attacks, but so had the other teachers, and Midoriya was still nervous around them, even All Might.

Sighing, Shouta sat back down in the chair across from the couch. He knew he wouldn't get any answers to these questions until Midoriya woke up, so he would just have to be patient. At least that was something he had experience doing. Being an underground hero required a lot of patience, and he had never struggled with it.

As he relaxed into the chair, and allowed his mind to wander, it strayed to something he had thought earlier, and he latched onto that, jerking awake.

He wouldn't doubt that the orphanage, and the people there, had something to do with it, and it just made him want to get Midoriya out of there even more.

Had he actually thought that? Was he seriously considering adopting this kid? After a moment of thought, he realized that he was.

He sat up straighter and grabbed the envelope which was still on the table. He slipped the papers out, and read through them again. It had everything ready, every signature except for his. All he needed to do was sign where he had to, and take it to get registered. He could literally adopt Midoriya, and have the processed finished, in just a day or two.

One thing he noticed, however, and which honestly shouldn't have been surprising, was that he didn't need Midoriya's agreement or permission anywhere. Midoriya had no choice in who adopted him, as long as the orphanage agreed. Shouta, of course, would never do that. If he was seriously going to sign the papers and adopt him, he would get Midoriya's agreement first. And, with how things were going, that was becoming a more likely possibility. He just couldn't stand the thought of his kid not having a home outside of the school. And no, the orphanage didn't count.

As he flipped through the pages one more time, another stack of papers at the back caught his eye. He remembered seeing them before, but he hadn't read them yet, since they were a whole other section. He had a guess about what they were, but he wasn't sure.

As he took off the paperclip and glanced through them, his guess was confirmed. They were all of Midoriya's information, from date of birth, to names of parents, to birth certificate and other papers that every citizen needed. The last papers were his health records, which would include all the times he had ever gone to the hospital, or been diagnosed with something relating to his health.

Shouta was about to put it all away, when one thing on Midoriya's health record caught his eyes. Sitting innocently on the page, hidden amongst other words and yet still seeming to stare Shouta in the face, was one word: "QUIRKLESS".

Shouta blinked a few times, then re-read the word. It was a diagnosis from a quirk specialist from when Midoriya was four. The next page in the stack was an X-ray of a child's foot, and there was an extra joint in the pinky toe. Words were written on the side of the page, explaining what it was, and what it meant: that the child was born without a quirk, his body not formed to have one, less streamlined than those of people born with quirks.

Shouta finally but all the documents away, in a daze before his mind finally registered what he had read. Everything made so much more sense now, from the flinching and nervousness, which would have been common in someone who was bullied for being born without a quirk, to the lack of control over his quirk, which would have been the result of, not only his body not being made to have a quirk, but him not having had it for as long as others, too.

The only thing it didn't explain was how this quirkless boy now had one of the most powerful quirks Shouta had ever seen, but he didn't doubt that All Might had something to do with it, considering how close those two were, as well as how similar their quirks were.

"Problem Child, what am I going to do with you?" He groaned, flopping forward to bury his face in his hands. The boy across the table from him kept sleeping, completely unaware of what his teacher was going through because of him. He groaned again.

So, I know that the process i explained for adoption is almost certainly not how it actually would be, but I really don't want to have to throw in things about people looking into Aizawa to make sure he can be a good parent, or having the process take a few months. Just imagine it being that Nezu already had all that done beforehand, with Aizawa unaware of an investigation into him.

Also, I am not a doctor, or anything, so any medical inaccuracies are just my imagination pushing things onto Midoriya that I think gets him the best comfort from Aizawa. Cause, that's all this fic is for, really, lol.

And, I know I said in the prologue that Midoriya likes it when Aizawa calls him "Problem Child", and this chapter had Aizawa explaining that he doesn't mean anything bad for it, but that's just cause I think Midoriya deserves that explanation, and apology, even if I think that he doesn't mind it, and even likes it, in this fic. So, idk if I needed to explain, or if it was kinda obvious or redundant, or whatever, but there it is, in case anyone was wondering.

I really hope you enjoyed, and I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, or, those of you who celebrate it. Thank you for reading, and again, if you have anything you would like to see in this fic, feel free to mention it, and I might be able to put it into a future chapter.

Till next time!