Recently REALLY into MHA fanfics and have like 4 with the first chapter written.
So, although you already read one. Here's another deage coming at cha! This one's fun though!
*Apparently there's like three different ways to spell Aizawa's name: Shouta, Shōta, and Shota. I'm going with Shouta.*
Fic Warning: child neglect implied, children suffering
Mic (6) (3'9)
and shouta (6) 3'4 deage =(kota's height at 5)
YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
*Crash*
"*Sigh* why did I have to get dragged into this, this increase in baddies is a drag on the cords." I sigh as another attacker goes down groaning with one shout
I finger gun at the very much unconscious hang member that thought it'd be a good idea to run head first at me.
Better luck next time, listener! But, man...Ever since All Might retired the villains have been getting bold.
I kick a rock
Kinda miss the time before.
"DIE LOUD MO-"
I don't even turn around already knowing a certain ninja hobo has my back. Within the blink of an eye, the bad guy is wrapped like a fly stuck in a spider's web. The "web" reeling him j to a right hook
"Hizashi. How many times must I remind you not to space out during patrol let alone a battle?" an exasperated sigh followed the question.
"Oh my knight in shining armor!" I can't stop myself from adding a quick twirl as I move towards him, "Whatever would I do without you?!"
I poke him in the cheek, knowing how much that irritates my gloomy looking friend.
Like expected all I receive for my praise and grace is the "Shouta scowl" and a slap to the hand.
"Relax! Not like anything was going to happen! All we've been duking it out with are the bottom of the barrel! Who's greatest crime is taking this heavenly voice from all the listeners out THERE!"
Whoops, Quirk slip
Shouta winces, "How you haven't gotten"that" under control still astounds me. And I don't like this as much as you but without the "Symbol of Peace'' every villains' gained some confidence. This is the 5th gang I've taken down this week. That's why you don't put all your eggs in one flashy, talk show doing basket." He remarks as he pulls his HORRIBLY outdated phone out and starts dialing the police.
"Aaaah, lighten up Shouu! The man didn't mean to become the "Symbol of Peace'' he just...was. Besides, not like the Era of Endeavor is better. Every night listener after listener is asking about what I think about this deary situation. It's a real drag."
I go around cuffing one delinquent after another, speeding the process along for the police. While there's been a spike in quantity the quality has spiraled. I wouldn't be surprised if I beat up a disgruntled shopkeeper turned bad guy as most of these "thugs' ' looked weaker than your average tween.
"Shhh. I'm on the phone."
"You're no fun! I have half the mind t- weren't there 10 guys?"
"Wha? MIC! LOOK OUT!"
I whip around just in time to get a lake-full of a mystery liquid blasted in the face. The force so great some of the offensive liquid went up my nose and in my mouth. I hear Shouta raspy coughs behind me.
Seems I'm not the only one hit. Oh my God THAT DIDN'T TASTE LIKE WATER!
I quickly put up my arms, bracing myself for the guy's attack...only to get nothing.
I hesitantly crack open an eye, and find the dude ran away!?
It takes me several seconds to process what just happened.
I pull my hair out of my face, my iconic do reverted back to my super long locks. The nauseous feeling of water pooling in my directional speaker. The only saving grace is my hero costume is leather so my clothes aren't soaked. Nothing I hate more than walking around in dripping clothes.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Shouta. Dude, looks like a drowned cat. his already loose fitting shirt and pants sagging with water. His hair, like mine, sticking to his face as droplets drip from it.
Those goggles didn't do a damn thing. Dang he got us good...DOES HE KNOW HOW LONG THIS PERFECTION TAKES!?
I feel myself get progressively angrier with the coward, ruining my outfit with whatever he had the balls to drench us with!
"Why I! HOW DARE YOU MESS UP MY LOOK, YOU SHAM OF A BAD GUY! GET BACK HERE! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT'S RUDE?! YOU *urk*"
"HIZASHI! Stop yelling! Some of us like our eardrums intact!" Shouta's screams, his eyes glowing red as his hair attempts (but fails) to rise. I hear the groaning of the nine handcuffed, a bit ashamed as I see the one closest to me's ears are bleeding.
"WELL SOR-*cough**cough* Shou-*cough*-ta do you feel weird cause I don't *cough* feel so *hack* good."
I struggle to get out as I feel like something has stuck to the back of my windpipe, blocking my airways.
I think I hear some loud thud, but I'm not sure as everything sounds like I'm underwater!
I clutch my throat as I feel like I can't breathe. My esophagus is burning like hell and my lungs feel like there's a ton of razor blades rattling around.
"*cough**cough* Shou? *Wheeze* *hack* Sh-"
I stop as I find shouta lying unconscious on the ground! The phone held limply in his hand as the person on the other end was screaming for him to respond. Demanding answers despite we are just as confused as they are.
Oh God! That bastard poisoned us! Wait! The phone? THE PHONE!
I fall to my knees, my legs too weak to walk. However, I refuse to die in a rodent infested aley! I forced myself to get to my best friend and our only lifeline. I'm left feeling like I've run a mile despite it being a few feet, as I'm already having difficulties breathing. my tongue going numb and my hearing getting even fuzzier.
"Officer Tamakawa *cough* h-*cough**hack*-el-*wheeze* p. Help! We've b-b-b"
COME ON! Just get the words out! Oh crap, blacking out! Gotta get help! Can't DIE! CAN'T LET SHOUTA DIE!
"h..e….l..*THUD*
The concrete floor comes up to meet me fast as my body finally gives up. I blackout with the realization that this is it. This was the last time I'd teach. Last episode of Hands Up! Radio. I'm actually going to die in a scummy back alley!
What a drag.
Nemuri knew she looked like an absolute mess but she didn't give a fuck. The call she received at 4 a.m still ringing through her head.
Nemuri frowned as she awoke from her saucy wet dream by her phone ringing. With eyes closed blindly fumbling for her dream interrupter.
"Hizashi I swear to God if this is another drunk dial, I will find you, take your favorite pointer and RAM IT UP YOUR ASS!
There's a pause on the other, the lack of dance music or the meow of Shouta's cat weird.
"Hello is this Pro-hero Midnight?" A voice hesitantly asked,"You're listed as one of the Emergency contacts of Eraserhead. Ma'am-"
Nemuri sat there stunned as she listened to the police officer's words, her hands grip so tight that one's fear she'd crush her phone.
Any bit of comfort she managed to build up during the drive evaporated instantly as she arrived at her destination. Police blocking off the nosy citizens that decided to eavesdrop in on the very serious situation at hand.
A man named Naomasa Tsukauchi looked at her with a saddened look upon his face. Making her nerves spike even more.
"Midnight thank you for coming. I'm sorry to have to say this but, Pro hero Eraser Head and Present Mic are missing…"
She stood there, nothing the Cat Cop said afterwards registering whatsoever. her attention too focused on the evidence laying on the dirty concrete of the alleyway.
There lay several garments of clothing but those faded away as her eyes locked in on several unmistakable items.
Shouta's utility belt and Capture weapon, something he'd rather die than forget.
With how much he'd come to rely on the piece of cloth on a day to day basis, it'd basically become a second set of hands and more to the homeroom teacher. And his utility belt held too many essentials to just drop it, God knows how awful his eyes get without his eye drops.
The other two things left were Hizashi's orange tinted shades and his directional speaker.
Two things he's said he feels naked without. She knew Hizashi needed his glasses with him being as blind as a bat, struggling to see five feet in front of him without the prescription bifocals. And she knew of the anxiety he felt without his speaker with his constant fear of hurt innocent bystanders. He still blamed himself for deafening his mom and the hospital staff present at his birth.
Since then, the 18+ Pro hasn't been the same. The promiscuous, innuendo throwing, whip user had been different.
She tried to hide it but everyone saw through her bravado.
Heck, some of the seniors had begged to kiss her feet and be punished and that got little but a smirk from the woman.
With everyday the worry she'd be left all alone grew.
Please God. You've taken Shirakumo. Don't take them too. I can't lose all of them!
She thought as she tried fixing her make-up in the Teacher's lounge bathroom.
Tears and cosmetics don't mix.
I roll over and within seconds know something is wrong.
Why's there a wet spot in my bed? Did Doughnut pee in my bed!? And why's it so cold? What's that smell?
With a sigh I move to swing my legs over the side of the bed and am met with instant pain.
My eyes shoot open, finding I'd just dragged my back and side across rough asphalt and just put whatever I had on deeper in the puddle.
Okay... remember don't scream. Don't scream. Mommies said not to scream. Screaming is dangerous.
(AN: Hizashi has two moms and you can't tell me otherwise)
I do my breathing techniques, remembering I can't scream like other kids. My screams break things. They hurt people. I mustn't scream.
That goes right out the window as I feel something gigantic wrapped around my neck. Whatever it is is thick enough that it's pushing against my shoulders and under my chin! It literally choked me as it tried to morph my neck into one like a giraffe The thing leaving me staring up at the sky, unable to even roll over.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*urk*!"
My panic rockets as my voice is seemingly stolen out of nowhere. I frantically wave my arms and kick my legs, more so now than before given the fact I've figured out what's happened. Some villain has kidnapped me! My panic amplified as I see I wasn't in my PJs anymore, the PSAs I've watched coming to mind.
Nothing I'm wearing is mine, not even my underwear!
Pantosaurus didn't prepare me for this!
"Be quiet. You're yelling hurts." a bored voice said out of nowhere.
I don't listen as my head starts to pound faster and faster. A headache forming as I struggle to stop hyperventilating, I close my eyes hoping the darkness will do something in calming my mind.
I feel a sharp jab to my side as the same person, much closer now, says "Get up. I know you're not dead. Get up."
Okay...on the count of three. Have to be brave, it's what a future hero does.
1...
Another jab to my side, only much harder this time, whomever doing it getting impatient and looking to leave a bruise.
2…
I take several deep breaths and try not to wince as a finger digs into my cheek.
3!
I open to see bloody, demonic red eyes looming over me
"GAH!"
Hizashi awoke with a start, not realizing he'd fallen asleep. Unfortunately, he didn't wake up back home like he'd hoped. He'd prayed this was all a bad dream but it wasn't. He finally just accepted the situation he's in.
It's been 10, or he thinks it's been ten days, since he woke up in some random dirty alley. Instead of his warm Microphone pattern blankets and comfy mattress he woke up to concrete. His awesome flannel PJs were swapped with some stranger's clothes.
Hizashi felt really weird wearing the clothes but that's all he had. So he made due with what he had.
That's why he currently was lying behind a dumpster at dawn on a rainy day dressed like an idiot.
The blond was wearing boots 3X too big for him. The size difference was so big the leather boot's uppers reached Hizashi's knees. Though considering most of said extra space was filled by 2 feet of the black pants, it was fine. Pants that were barely being held up by the spiked orange belt despite it being pulled it's tightest.
Worst yet is the fact he doesn't have his glasses. With everything being blurry it made everything scarier!
He hears a sneeze followed by a series of harsh coughs which reminds his hazy sleep deprived mind he isn't alone in this.
Oh, how'd he forget the weird boy next to him. He'd woken up with him looking equally dazed and confused. Although being in the same situation the kid seemed to hate him (or his behavior suggested it). The boy had said maybe 5 words in the last 10 days. HECK, Hizashi didn't even learn his name was Shouta till the fifth day.
Hizashi sat up, his usual perky hair stuck to his face, as green eyes looked at his companion in worry.
Shou isn't looking good.
The black haired boy looked horrible. His face was deathly pale but his cheeks were a feverish red. It looked like he hadn't slept in years, his eyes a bit red from rubbing them.
On his hands were finger-less gloves, an futile attempt to keep his hands warm. While atop his head was a pair of headphones with "HAGE" written on the headband.
After the tenth quirk slip on the third day, Hizashi hadn't stopped pestering till he'd put them on, the thing seemed to offer some protection.
While around his neck were a pair of yellow goggles. Shouta sat in a soggy, ragged black long sleeve shirt. The shirt is basically a dress on the boy, as it's way too big for his little frame. Unlike the other he had no shoes, his little toes occasionally poking out from the shirt he'd tucked his bruised legs underneath. Hizashi felt bad as he had much more clothing than Shouta did but he'd already offered the other some of his clothes. However, the other boy seemed adamant on fighting him every time he tried offering him assistance.
The child's frown only worsened after feeling the forehead of his companion. This taking longer than it needed to be as the leather jacket being worn was heavily impeding his movements. Even with the sleeves being rolled up his fingers were just barely peeking out from the fabric.
Shouta was now paler than yesterday (which is saying something) and his energy was even lower. They'd barely gotten 4 streets over before he'd needed a break.
Hizashi was at a loss on what exactly he was supposed to do as his medical knowledge equated to knowing you shouldn't pick scabs and Band-Aids were the answer to everything.
But I don't have any of my dinosaur Band-Aids.
And I'm cold. I'm hungry. I'm tired. I'm scared and miss my mommies and-
*COUGH**COUGH*
"SHOU!" Yamada quickly clapped his hands over his ear, a hiss escaping as he winced. His ears had been killing him since day 4.
He feels something cold bump against his cheeks. Looking up he sees Shouta, with glazed eyes, holding out the headphones he'd given him.
It only made Hizashi feel guiltier as he saw the crusted blood coming from Shouta's ears.
Hizashi really didn't mean to! He just got scared and ended up accidentally hurting shame had still yet to alleviate despite Shouta simply shrugging it off. The boy didn't even yell at Hizashi for the pain he caused him.
He'd hurt someone again, just like I hurt mommy! I swore to stop that!
Hizashi felt tears begin to slide down his face.
"No, Sho you keep 'em. I'm okay." The blond boy said with a very fake smile on his face. Trying (and failing) to put up a brave front for the smaller boy.
The other boy didn't argue,despite seeing the other was obviously lying, and placed the headphones around his neck.
Hizashi bit his lip as he tried to figure something out but he couldn't come up with anything! Up till now he'd just followed Shouta, the boy strangely adept at maneuvering and surviving the streets.
All he's done is been a hassle. HECK, he almost screamed his throat raw when he'd seen a cockroach on the wall.
Hizashi tried to remain calm but couldn't. He felt one of his "panic times" come on. It started becoming harder to breath as his sniffling increased. His crying on the verge of becoming sobs.
"Shouta, what do we do!? Cause we need help and you're really really sick!" Hizashi whimpered out as his crying got faster and more aggressive. He leapt up, all his nervous energy and emotions fighting to get out. He frantically waved his arms, paced, pulled at his clothes and hair. His mouth running a mile a minute as he apologized for everything possible.
"Sorry for being a terrible helper. Sorry for screaming at the bug! Sorry for you not having clothes! Sorry for getting lost! Sorry we don't got food!
With all his frantic movement something went flying out the oversized leather coat pocket
Shouta stared at it for several seconds before realizing his companion was too absorbed in apologizing for things out of his control to notice. With more difficulty he'd expected for such a short distance he picked it up. It was...a card. After scanning it several times Shouta realized it was the answer to all their problems.
If he wasn't too exhausted Shouta would've smiled. He cautiously tugged on the panicking blond's sleeve. Not truly understanding why he's apologizing to someone like him?
"SORRY, I di- huh? What do you need Sho?" Hizashi said as he was just about to get to item 146 on a seemingly endless list of apologizes to Shouta. All he received as an answer was Shouta placing a piece of cardstock in his hand.
It was a business card. A Mr. Present Mic's business card to be exact.
"Hands up radio blah blah..English teacher at...U.A. Highschool. Shouta how does this help? I mean it's got a cool design and this guy has a badbutt name but how's it helpful?" Hizashi wiped his nose on his sleeve
Shouta fought hard to not roll his eyes at the other boy's obliviousness. He jabbed his finger at the teacher part of the card again. Making sure to touch everything relevant to it extra slowly for Hizashi's brain.
"English teacher at U.A High School...and an address. How does that help?" the blonde asked while scratching his dirty locks in confusion.
Shouta facepalmed despite his entire body hurt so much already. He aggressively tapped one last time at the teacher part before he felt another aggressive coughing fit strike.
The coughs burned his throat, leaving him clutching his chest in pain. Shouta tried waiting for the coughing fit to end but something was wrong.
It wasn't stopping! In fact, it was worsening! He felt the world around him shift violently before his vision went black.
"OH! THE ADDRESS OF THE SCHOOL! We can go here and get help! You're a genius Shou! Shouta? SHOU!?" Hizashi stopped his mini celebration upon seeing the other boy slumped against the dumpster. His breath coming out unevenly as his body wracked with shivers.
"SHOU!" Hizashi screamed while shaking the other boy. Not registering the sharp pain in his ears.
Okay! Thisisbadthisisbadthisisbad! I...I..Igotto...I
Hizashi clenched his hand and felt something jab into his palm. It was the business card.
If I get to the school, then Sho can get help. I...i...have to be a HERO."
Hizashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He squared his shoulders, shook his hands to get rid of his nerves. With one last deep breath he opened his eyes, a burning look of determination overtaking his previously terrified one.
With resolve in his heart and a plan in mind he got to work. Remembering the things he'd learned from Army Blade, the survival guide hero.
He carefully maneuvered Shouta's unconscious body so that he was now wearing the adult-size leather jacket. Anything to lessen the rain hitting him during their long trek the better. He put his boots on him, the size difference even greater than when Hizashi was wearing them. The cold ground made him shiver but Shouta's feet could go all blue.
Suck it up Hizashi! Shouta did it for days. What's a few hours?
With a scarily little amount of effort on his part, Hizashi hefted his unconscious companion onto his shoulders. Shifting him till his head lay on his shoulders and his arms were drapped around his neck.
Hizashi knew he was taller but now he realized the drasticity the size difference was. Although being the same age as him, Sho was really small and really skinny.
He's skinny like those girls in the books mom reads at the doctor's office. The ones that don't eat because they don't feel pretty.
Mom always shakes her head when she reads about that stuff. But I won't shake my head at Shou. Cuz it's a hero's job to make everyone feel pretty and good about themselves.
"Don't worry Shou! We're getting you help and you'll grow up to be the prettiest of us all."
He took one last look at the address listed before hooking both of Shouta's legs and began his long trek.
Midnight stared at the last of the lesson plans written in Eraser Head's barely legible handwriting. The fact it'd already been 10 days and not a single lead or clue to what the hell happened in that alley has shown up and it was killing her.
But she knew she couldn't continue to fall apart. She was a pro-hero and she wasn't going to crumble. She had the future to train and she wasn't going to let worrying about Eraser Head fuck up all his hard work.
"In the field not every threat will just stand there and monologue. No, sometimes villains rely on more underhanded tactics. The way most of you conduct/think is.." she looks at the notes again," if...you were fighting a lizard you'd successfully destroy the tail while leaving the rest of it intact."
"That's bullshit!" A certain angry explosion machine screamed.
"Proving hi-my point. Ok! 1-A, today you'll be taking down a crime boss. you'll be broken up into teams of 4 with one being a group of 5. then compete against each other to see who can find and take out the head honcho first.
The objective of this is stealth, something that Eraser Head noted and heavily underlined.
Each group will have an area stipulation assigned to them, each chosen specifically to challenge you. You are to find the base, successfully sneak in and eliminate the mastermind."
"Failure results in private lessons with me!"
She put on her best fake dominatrix smirk.
Just like Yagi, she'd fake her emotions till away from the students.
With a crack of her whip she started reading off who's with who and where.
"...and team 5 will be Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya and Hitoshi. You're going first and you'll have the city stipulation. You'll be graded on stealth, as well as the degree of damage done to the area. Not all villains have their own bases, sometimes they're using areas housing innocent civilians. So, let's not leave lil' Billy without a place for mommy and daddy and him to sleep. Kay, Bakugo"
"Ready" she readily ignores the angry yelling of Bakugo, "Go!"
Can't believe I gotta compete with Deku, AGAIN. Swear Eraser does this to be vindictive with how often I'm stuck with him!
I slowly continue to infiltrate the base of the villain. It hadn't taken long to figure out which building it was given how we're getting graded and such.
It was the hospital. Not a bad choice considering all the risks we'd have to factor in with civilians. I just hope I'm faster to realize this than the others
I slowly sneak into one of the middle most windows, listening for any more robots and looking for cameras.
Knowing Eraser Head there's some extra thing to factor in...likely a hostage situation. Leverage can be worse than the villain themselves.
I hold the humanoid robot tight as I melt it's head with my explosion. Not stopping till the automaton stops struggling.
Too easy so far...really thought there'd be more enemies as guards. Make the stealth hard.
*Ring* *Ring*
A bell suddenly sounds,not an alarm though more like those you ring at the nurse stations.
I quickly duck behind the wall seeing movement, but in doing so I make a rookie mistake! I slam into several IVs lined up behind me.
SHIT!
The medical equipment clatters to the ground loudly, completely blowing my last 30 minutes of hard work in seconds.
Damn! I've been sloppier than ever! Can't believe I'm letting the teacher's disappearance affect my work!
Ever since Eraser and Mic disappeared he could see he'd been slipping. Making the dumbest mistakes, ones that even the damn Pikachu wouldn't make.
Though I'm not the only one feeling the effects of our teachers' disappearance.
Frogger has been more stoic, and that's saying something. She has a greater respect (greater than ours) for Aizawa-sensei after the whole USJ incident. Dude saved her life and seemed to be the one she went to first and foremost.
Deku, the shitnerd, has been coming in looking like he's missed night after night of sleep. Though knowing that rambling bastard he probably has been. Staying up thinking of where Eraser Head and Present Mic could possibly be. I've seen him go through 5 notebooks already on theories alone!
Half-n-half asshole has gone from stoic to robotic. Last battle training he'd hurt one of the Extras (I think it was that Grapist) which only made him go deeper in his daddy issues driven shell.
Round face has actually become more aggressive, last battle training she'd been gunning for my blood! Was like I was being attacked by a gravity challenged Pitbull.
And Glasses, don't even get me started on him! Glasses has gone full dictatorial on everyone. We get it, you miss Sensei! Doesn't mean you get to fuckin tuck my shirt in without getting blasted.
Though WHEN, not if, we get this settled Shitty Hair deserves a goddamn metal. The hardening idiot working extra hard to smile and pick others up despite he himself crumbling. Fat Gum couldn't replace Aizawa, no one can or will.
Guess I'll just get points deducted!
I activate my quirk, explosions at the ready to instantly go off in my palms. Blast the stupid fucker and any robot with it to Hell.
Destroy first before it can see me!
I mentally countdown, waiting for the dumbass thing to round the corner
1…
2…
3!
All I can say is thank God or whomever is upstairs as I'm able to react before it's too late.
cause what rounded the corner was the last thing I'd expect. Never in a million goddamn years would I have guessed I'd be faced with this.
2 brats
Correction, two brats who's parents (if still existing) need a lethal asskicking.
The pair look horrible with their soaked oversized clothing making them look so frail and tiny.
One had black hair and the other blond. The blond, stupidly seeing as it was cold and pouring, was wearing a white sleeveless shirt that was sagging so much it looked ready to drag him to the floor. His pale arms are bruised in several areas like something had been trying to grab him not too long ago. The pants he wore now scrapped and ripped, looking like those shitty ones in the mall with a D-I-Y flair. His face had some nics and signs he'd fallen and skid several places. Though the most worrying detail was his ears. There was blood coming from them! The blond kid's unsteadiness seemed to be due to more than just exhaustion and hunger.
The second one, and most worrying one was easy to miss. The child looked like a lump of clothing with how the clothes engulfed him. The only skin visible being his tiny legs and face.
Please tell me he lost his pants and not cause some pervert...
Bakugo shivered just thinking of that possibility.
The child's arms limply wrapped around the other's neck and his head bobbed lifelessly on the shoulder and in Blondie's neck.
If it weren't for the occasional whimper, I'd have thought the Blondie was lugging a puppet around. Blacky's, his new title, cheeks were a beet red and his excessively sweating a major red flag.
What he saw next made his brain short-circuit.
Yellow goggles and emerald concentric pupils.
He'd seen those eyes on only one person and a brat wasn't it. Weirdly, the child had the same chaotic endless energy swirling in his eye as a certain Voice Hero.
He was already picturing the kid with a weird ass moustache. He, simply smiling and finger gunning passing co-workers and students.
Then, there were the yellow goggles around Blacky's pale neck. Only one person sported those because there sure as hell wasn't any Eraser Head merchandise. The man stayed out of the media and that corporation bullshit. So, he could bank these were 100% the originals.
The two blonds stood in silence, just staring at each other like a Mexican standoff.
"Ugh-OOF!" The second Bakugo opened his mouth he was basically tackled by the child.
Blondie let out gargled sobs and painful hiccups, sounding like he'd destroyed his vocal cords. The kid just buried his snotty face in Bakugo's pants. Letting out a torrent of tears, while balancing the other on his back.
Fuck me! With a heavy sigh, the Explosive boy went ahead and accepted the fact he wasn't not getting the win in this. The current situation way too important to care for this glorified game of hide and seek.
Because something within Bakugo told him he'd just found their teachers.
Apparently the operation had been cancelled as all the traps and bots put in place. That they had been blown to pieces as well as anything surrounding said bots.
I looked down at my left, hearing who I'm 99% sure is Present Mic with a broken smoker's voice, assuring who I assume is Eraser Head that everything was fine.
Guess that explains the bruises, destroyed throat and bleeding ears. Damn, so strong at such a young age... relatable.
I get radioed again, apparently I'm now 20 minutes late but can you blame me. Hell they should be praising me with how well I'm working with this backwards situation.
The delay was because I had to coax my (maybe) teacher into letting me carry the other. Even then I had to forcefully pull him away from the fake hospital. The child demanding we heal his best friend now. Not listening as I had to repeatedly tell him that it wasn't possible. The blonde kids was like a lioness and Blacky was his cub.
So now I'm walking with what's possibly my English teacher holding maybe Eraser's hand as the boy whimpered in pain. The heat radiating off the child's limp body is terrifying.
Blacky's condition stressing me the fuck out. Not only is he really sick, he's also GROSSLY underweight. He's much lighter than any five year old should be.
I wouldn't be surprised if I'm able to count all his ribs.
I signaled in on the radio, that I'm coming and to have Recovery Girl be there when I arrive.
After several minutes I spot the entrance and the rest of the class. Seeing it's not much farther and Mic sensei's new height being a hindrance I crouch down so I'm level with Blondie's eyes.
"I'm picking you up, Kay. Squirm and I won't hesitate to drop you."
Luckily, the kid knows I'm not joking and doesn't fight me as I pick him up. I take a deep breath and pick up the pace, Mic-sensei's grip getting tighter the closer they'd get.
Let's get this shitshow over with.
I'm already imagining the headache from the caterwauling I know Round face, Raccoon eyes and invisa-don't care girl will do.
(Midoriya pov)
Where is Kacchan?
I can't help but worry more and more as we reach the 45 minute mark.
He'd never be this late, something had to have happened.
I'm surprised My fear hadn't peaked when he said to call Recovery Girl.
What could have happened to need her services?
"He better have a valid reason for hindering the lesson so heavily!" Iida said as he continued running in place.
Everyone was getting restless and agitated which I can't say isn't fair.
I close my eyes, taking deep breaths and calming my mind when I hear Hitoshi say, "he sees him approaching". Also noting Bakugo looks to be carrying something along with him.
"Didn't he hear the round was cancelled? Idiot probably bringing the Master mind's head." Jirou says agitatedly.
"Knowing Bakugo, he probably didn't care." Sero says matter of factly.
He's not wrong…
Kirishima runs off towards him, like the energetic puppy he is. "Hey! Bakugo! ditch the robo-"
red flags go off in my mind as the lovable redhead stops mid-sentence of whatever he was about to say. Kirishima came to an abrupt stop out of nowhere as Bakugo got closer.
However, we don't have to wait long to see what made him pause as my childhood friend finally arrives...holding two children?!
"Ummmm...Bakugo... where'd you get...two little boys?" Kaminari says, asking what we're all wanting to know
Kacchan doesn't even bat an eye, simply ignoring us and walks towards Recovery girl, who's behind us. We part like the Red Sea as he says nothing.
The kid with the golden locks presses his face into Kacchan's chest. The kid is scared that we're all staring at him and not that he's being held by the most aggressive person in class.
"Blondie's ears are bleeding and his throat is thoroughly destroyed. And Blacky's sick as hell and underweight as fuck," Kacchan quickly relays to Recovery Girl, his anger barely contained. Leaving us with even more questions.
Recovery Girl takes one look at the black haired one and frowns. Her expression darkening as she touches his forehead, the child Kacchan is carrying weakly batting at her, not happy to have his personal space violated. The two of them set off towards the school as she says to "hurry".
They disappear into the school, making their way to the infirmary, while leaving us in a state of bafflement.
"O-okay class, let's...go back as I figure out what's exactly happening... And that Bakugo is not charged with kidnapping." Midnight murmurs out as she leads us back.
None of us saying a word
We all waited anxiously for Kacchan to return, Midnight sensei just quickly writing 'Free Period' on the board before booking it out of the room.
After what seems like a million years, Kacchan returns. A nonchalant look on his face as he slowly walks in, like he'd just gone to the bathroom and not found 2 mystery children during a stealth stipulation.
He literally just sits down and kicks his feet up onto the desk. Still nothing. Nada. Zilch.
"WHY DID YOU HAVE 2 CHILDREN!?" Kirishima yells as he slams his hand onto Kacchan's desk with great force. Leaning into the other's face, too exasperated to remember personal space.
That sets off a chain reaction as almost everyone surrounds the unruly blond looking for answers. No, pleading for answers.
A cacophony of accusations, demands, and questions that bombarded my friend's ear.
Kacchan raises a finger and everyone just stops, like he's some sort of God and they're awaiting judgement.
"No, I didn't steal them. No, they aren't my bastard sons,Testicle hair! Yes, Recovery Girl has them and they'll be fine. They were like that when I found them, Extra. And you'll find the rest out goddamn tomorrow cause I haven't got a clue." Kacchan answered, before putting his head down in his hands.
He's obviously worried for those two kids, whomever they are.
"*Kero* Can you tell us exactly how you found them, Bakugo?"
He looks around,like he's worried about someone listening in without them knowing.
"So here's what happened.."
...
And we'll apparently get results or answer tomorrow as the earliest if there's anything we need to know. Got it! Now, leave me the fuck alone!" Kacchan says with more aggression than usual
*Slam*
"Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow."
"Wonder what's got him worked up? I mean we've seen him angry but not this angry." Yaoyorozu said worried.
"He'll be fine! But seriously, did you see those little kids they looked familiar... Like it's on the tip of my tongue but I just can't think of it…" Ashido remarks.
"I have a theory on who those little boys were." Hitoshi said still looking at the door
"Who are they?"
"Those were our teachers."he says bluntly like it was simple math.
The room was completely quiet for several seconds until Kaminari and ineta burst out laughing.
"Those little boys, our teachers!? Hahaha hahaha Hitoshi I didn't know you were such a jokester!" The two boys put their arms on both shoulders of the exhausted looking teen.
"I'm leaving." He simply smacked the two offending limbs off of him before walking out. Obviously angry at being dismissed so harshly.
"It's...not completely impossible that a quirk out there exists, right?" Tokoyami, also having started picking up his things.
Everyone in the room goes silent, the previous notion that Hitoshi's and Bakugo's theory being laughable gone.
I mean if one has some sort of quirk revolving around age? But, that's unheard of. No quirks ever had such properties...right?
In the back of my head I scour every quirk registry there is since it became law to document them. There wasn't anything of the sort as far as I remember (and not to toot my own horn but I remember quirks)
What if the person never registered or falsified what their quirk can do?
I open my eyes, concluding to stop over at the school's library.
"Guys! You want t-" It takes me a second to realize I'm the only one there apparently I'd gotten lost in thought...again.
I'm simply overthinking this.
I hope.
(Toshinori pov)
There were three things that alerted me that this was not the typical staff meeting. One:
The presence of Detective Tsukauchi. Two: every teacher on campus was here...or the ones not classified as M.I.A. And three, they were in Recovery Girl's office.
In front of everyone stood Detective Tsukauchi and to his right on a pedestal was the principal. The rodent/bear/dog thing had a relaxed look on his face, the first time since Eraser Head and Present Mic went missing.
"*Ahem* thanks for coming as although it might seem like it, we've made progress on locating your fellow colleagues. We've actually successfully located them." He said with an apprehensive look on his face.
"That's great!" Thirteen said enthusiastically, she has great respect for the haggard man since USJ.
"Wait, you said that with a look of hesitation. They aren't the same, are they? Is that why we're in the infirmary? They're behind the curtain aren't they?" Vlad King growled out, effectively bringing the tension in the room to a 7.
"How very astute of you Vlad-king and judging by the look on your faces you all are quite eager to see them again, no?"
We all nod like that would've changed whether or not we saw our dear friends and co-worker.
I quickly brace myself for whatever gruesome sight may lay behind the curtain. Remembering that hero work has casualties and other terrible losses that come along with the job. He, himself, was a prime example: half his stomach missing, loss of my powers, and a walking skeleton.
"Yes. We got quite lucky as they barely made it due to their conditions."
I won't flinch, that'd just make them feel worse about the situation. Steady expression, Toshinori. You can do this!
Nedzu pulls open the curtain and as hand shoots towards him.
*Pat pat*
"See Shouta, it's a nice talking doggy."
We all just stared dumbfounded as a child, no way older than 6, sitting legs crossed on the cot pet the Head of the whole school. The child had short blond hair that was spiked up so he looked like a little rockstar. He was wearing candy apple red overalls with grey Velcro shoes. Under his overalls was a black and white striped long sleeve shirt. Square glasses and heavy headphones hung around his neck. The boy radiated a vibe that screamed a need for attention and that whatever you do he could do better or look good failing. It was like a literal sun beam became a human being as he was so chock full of wonder, energy and laughter.
The opposite could be said for the other. If Yagi had to describe him he wouldn't say sad, more like distant, guarded. The pale little boy was wearing black pants with black Velcro shoes, he was wearing an oversized white sweater with a black cat whose tail was making a heart over his right pec. He had thick, black shoulder length hair that made him look like he just rolled out of bed. Around his neck were a familiar pair of yellow goggles. Unlike his compatriot though there's a more mature look in his eyes. The ones I've seen in the eyes of some kids I've rescued. A look that said, "I watch myself, even when Mommy and Daddy are home."
Around them were a few action figures, be cars and other things to entertain them
Just hoped I'd never see that look on a child so young
The other boy, likely to not upset the other, leans over and pats the head of U.A, a being with a higher IQ than all of us combined.
"Hizashi-kun. Shouta-kun. Please stop petting me." The principal said with a smile, only holding back because of their age.
Anyone else would've died. Wait...did he just say what I think he did!?
"Hey guys! How are you today!" Detective Tsukauchi said excitedly as he crouched down to bed level.
"GOOD! Sorry! Good Right, Sho?" The spastic boy exclaimed. The other simply nodded, his black eyes still focused on us.
Such an intense gaze!
"Well, how about we get out of this room and run around a bit okay? We'll let the adults talk for a bit while we go play."
The second Hizashi heard "play" he was leaping off the bed, dragging a very disinterested Shouta along with him by hand.
"I'll take them out somewhere so you can have time to explain the situation" the detective said before the door closed. Although closed we were still able to hear him frantically running, screaming for the kids to slow down and wait for him.
Everything was still, all of us in various stages of shock. Our brains trying to rationalize this current situation was even possible.
"Ummmm...was that...were they...when you say you found our friend and colleague you mean?" I struggle to force out.
"That was them. Everything from fingerprints, to their DNA and dental records match up perfectly to be Yamada Hazashi and Shouta Aizawa. Also, beforehand Detective Tsukauchi was able to get this statement from young Yamada."
The principal pulled a thick stack of papers out a manila folder and began reading,
'I woke up in a strange alleyway with only these adult clothes on and no clue how I got there! I actually felt something engulfing my neck! Can you believe that!? So, I thought I was going to die but Shouta helped me. Can you imagine dying!? That'd be bad and I still wanna become a music cowboy. Any who, He was there too and we teamed up...or I think we did. Sho never said yes or no, but he must like me cause he doesn't flinch when I raise my hand or touch him anymore. Then while I had one of my panic times this card flew out. I was all twitchy and crying but mom said boys can cry! And doesn't make me a sissy. OH! Back to the story! It was this card of Mic Present or something and that's a cool name isn't it. My-'
he stops there before looking at us again.
"The rest devolves into inconsequential rambling and tangents to stories of things also not related. This fits the MO of what possibly went down the night those two went missing. Add in the fact that every article and possession of the two not accounted for at the scene was on them, I see no argument."
"So, Present Mic is 6 and Eraser Head is 5?" Thirteen scratched her helmet, trying to digest everything being told to her.
"No, both are exactly as they were at six years old. By that I mean their memories only expand to those they had at 6 as far as we know. Physically, emotionally, and mentally they've digressed 24 years." Nedzu said in correction.
"Wait! Aizawa is 6?!" Nemuri exclaimed, expressing the concern many had in regards to the statement.
He was way too small to be a 6 year old.
"Not everybody gets born into families with parents that are "invested," our principle remarked with a dark look across his face, "why I called you though is to decide upon who will watch them while we search for the quirk user who's responsible."
No one moved
"Um, sir. Pardon my brashness, but are we actually qualified for this here job? We take care a teens, not younglins. Mayhaps we leave them in a school with more capable staff?" Snipe said as everyone was looking to someone else to step up.
"Logical but absolutely not. For two very important reasons. One: I won't allow my staff's well-being to be trusted with people I haven't got 100% trust in. And two: not all schools have someone with such powerful healing as Recovery Girl on premise, instantly able to help in case of incidents."
"Are you suggesting they're dangerous?" Cementoss said, standing to the right of me.
"Yamada Hizashi, at age 3 deafened his mother after scraping his knee. The wails released reaching 174 decimals. At age 5, after getting bitten by the neighbor's dog, he reached 204 decimals. Through its still being debated if it was higher. The dog promptly died as well as any small creature in a 100 foot radius of him. We are lucky the Yamada's were living in a more remote area at the time." Nedzu paused to let that shocking tidbit sink in," And I don't need to tell you why a quirk like Eraser could be disastrous with people not used to such a rare quirk."
He's not wrong, several times after watching him in action I've been very grateful he's on our side.
"Then there's the fact we can't let this get out to the public, not because of bad publicity but because they may very well become targets. Unfortunately, two of our teachers went missing at the same time, and while there may be many with a voice variant quirk, Eraser isn't. They'd only need to connect Eraser Head's disappearance and the arrival of a mini carbon copy and we may be dealing with many attempts on the poor boy's life."
The room went silent again.
Toshinori knew it wasn't that they didn't care for the two deaged men. No, it was they either don't have the patience or energy to devote to two young children. Heck, Present Mic had gratuitous amounts of energy despite holding three jobs, many appearances (he is quite popular) and monitoring the dorms. Yet he still found enough energy to do all his frantic and over exaggerated movements at 5 A.M EVERY morning. Now, think what a nightmare that man is as a child. There wouldn't be three constant high pressure jobs to be as energy outlets. Then, throw in inexperience with handling his powerful quirk. It'd be a nightmare. No, it would be Hell.
Not even I could smile through that.
"What if we let them decide, you know? That way they're not forced to hang out with anybody they don't want to be with." I say throwing out a solution as no one was going to do it willingly.
"That seems fair," Ectoplasm said in agreement.
The others soon followed till everyone had agreed to my solution.
"With that decision I say we call them back in. Who they pick is who will do it! Detective Tsukauchi, if you could, would you please bring the two back?" Nedzu hollered
Several people gulped as others fidgeted because of nerves. This was a lottery none of them wanted to win.
Like requested the three enter, Yamada skipping in with Shouta holding onto the back of one of his overall straps.
Not going to lie their friendship is adorable.
"Hey guys, since you're going to be her for a while we thought you should choose your babysitter. Want to do that?" Nedzu's smile looked more fiendish than usual the Principal is kind (but is also manipulative)
The two children nod and then scan the room with a look of concentration. Aizawa leaned over to whisper something in Yamada's ear that must've been good. Considering how enthusiastically the blond nodded.
"We choose Explody boi!" He claps his hands with a wide smile on his face.
"Explody boi? Who or what's an Explody boi?" Vlad King asked me like I had a better clue than he did as to what the 6 year old meant.
"Explody boi. He was in the hospital and he had this awesome hero costume with grenades and he got Sho to the nice Grandma to be kissed all better!"
Grenades...Oh my God, he can't mean!?
"Katsuki Bakugo?!" Midnight said as she suddenly felt really queasy.
"Katsuki Bakugo! An excellent choice! As for everything else We'll need to do some rearrangements. This regarding who'll be monitoring the dorms for now on. But other than that this means everyone's schedule will remain the same! And the students in the Hero course learn a valuable lesson in the process. Now, if you go with All Might and Midnight, they'll take you to Explody boi and his friends." Nedzu says quickly leaving no room to argue.
Oh, he knew this would happen...that sneaky little rat bear thing!
I keep the accusatory glares to myself and scoop the two kids into my boney arms. With a quick wave goodbye to everyone from the kids, Kayama and I walk to class 1-A.
The whole time we're making our way there I'm mentally preparing myself for 1-A's reaction to their latest assignment.
"Wait out here." Is all Kayama says before disappearing into 1-A homeroom.
All the kids were strangely already seated, which was a red flag considering who this group is. She can't help but feel like she is on trial with how attentive they are. Leaving her feeling like a frog about to be dissected.
"Hello everyone. Soooooooooo, as you know Mr. Aizawa and have been deemed missing for the last 10 days, correct?"
She waits for them to nod before continuing, "Well they have been found."
"Excellent!" Momo exclaimed
"See, I knew they'd be back. They're too manly to die!" Kirishima nodded like a question was asked,his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
"About time," Bakugo muttered hiding his true feeling on the situation
A huge sigh of relief exited everyone as they began to chat with one other. The conversations begin about when to visit, gifts, and such.
"I'M NOT DONE!" Midnight says a tad more forcefully than she had meant. Her emotions were a mess right now. She was elated beyond belief Shouta and Hizashi had returned safe and sound, still alive. However, her heart was still heavy with the fact that technically her friends were still gone.
The class promptly shut up, either from fear or shock at their teacher's behavior.
"They have been found, but the condition in which they returned is... problematic." She crossed her arms as she gazed at the floor.
Unease sweeps the room as the smiles melt from their faces.
"Toshinori, you can bring them in now. Class 1-A meet your teachers."
The door slowly opened with some difficulty. As the blond man was left without the use of his arms. With one last deep breath Toshinori entered, and thus was Class 1-A's second meeting with the two.
(To be continued….NOT! TO HYPED TO STOP!)
(Bakugo's pov)
Oh my god I was right!? NO! I couldn't have been right!
All of us just sit there, staring at the two latest arrivals as they stare back. Their eyes just roving the room, hopping from one person to another displaying a variety of expressions (or on one of the two at least).
"ummmmm….Midnight sensei, those are children." Frogger said as she donned the role of Captain Obvious.
All Might carefully placed the two on the ground and they instantly dart behind Midnight, wary of the multitude of eyes locked on them
"Yes," she reaches down to pet Present Mic's head, "Class meet Yamada Hizashi and Shouta Aizawa. They are 6 years old and currently in need of guardians. After debating we let them choose and they said and I quote,"Explody boi."
Son of a bitch! I ain't watching two brats. Nope!
I'm dragged from my thoughts as I feel something tug at my sleeve. Looking I just see Hizashi and Shouta are just standing there, staring up at me looking at me the same way Deku stares at All Might.
"Sigh, you want up, yah brats?"
I sit back, taking my feet off my desk, and pick the lil' shits up. I set Shouta in my lap and Hizashi on my desk. Waiting for the teacher to continue explaining their current situation.
I look around and see everyone staring at me like I had suddenly stripped naked and started yodeling.
"Y'all assholes got a problem!?"
"No, no Kacchan! We just...well, given how you... you're...you." Deku stutters out like the weakling he is.
"You tell me I'm not allowed to pick up children? Am I banned from interacting with children?" I pick the two up as I get up. My anger growing more and more as I stomp my way over to Deku
Fuck him telling me what I am!
"Are you the child police, Deku? Huh?! Do I have to report to you if I interact with kids? Huh!? What do yah mean, Deku!?" I rant as I get right in his face. The coward sinking down in his seat, trying to get as far as possible from me.
I can be a fucking babysitter if I fuckin want! I'll be the best God damn babysitter.
"Have either of you ate yet? No? Then we're getting food now!" I make my way to the exit, the two still in my arms. Before I'm able to ditch my unsupportive classmates I'm stopped by Insomniac.
"Let me help you, I can take Shouta...if he wants to that is."
Before I can say anything the kid is reaching out for the purple haired mindfucker. His arms waving as he stares at Hitoshi. I'm not sure but I think I see a faint flash of recognition in Aizawa's grey eyes.
"Oooooooo! Sho likes you! Bye bye Boney man! Bye Pretty Lady. Bye Assholes!" Yamada says while waving, the boy not grasping what he actually said.
Okay….not off to the best start .
I simply nod at the other, the boy one of the few I may actually be able to stand. And we walk out together.
"Well, I guess I should be happy he left with them. Now I don't need to wait to fill you in with the rest of the info we have." Midnight looks at All might, already feeling exhausted
"There's more to this?" Yaoyorozu asks, feeling bad about how much she flubbed her first meeting with her teachers' younger selves.
"Yes, you might have grasped this but," Midnight moved to the chalkboard and began drawing. She drew an eraser and a microphone at the top of it and tinier versions below them. "They have absolutely no memory of you, their careers or what/who attacked them."
She drew two lines connecting the two before she erased a big portion between the two icons.
"They are as they were at 6. That means mentally, emotionally, and physically."
"Meaning their quirk control," Jirou suddenly piped in, "That's why you're leaving them with us? And not say, the General Education kids or another facility."
"Excellent observation and unfortunately yes." All Might's smile is gone when saying this. "Hizashi's quirk, without having to say it, is dangerous. But, there's also Mr. Aizawa's notoriety as an Underground Hero. Eraser is a very rare quirk and it'd be very easy to connect two and two together. Aizawa's work makes few friends but a lot of enemies."
All Might made sure all the kids were looking at him, making sure just how drastic the situation they're in is understood.
"As future heroes, you're tasked with keeping innocent people alive and out of harm's way. That's what this "babysitting" is.
"Have fun but be observant."
"We'll have to check in with Recovery Girl to see if you're allergic to anything." Hitoshi said as he set ramen in front of both 6 year olds, having deemed it the safest.
Yamada dug in instantly as Shouta ate slowly, like he was unsure whether he was allowed to eat or not.
"It's yours Shouta," Hitoshi felt weird referring to his teacher that way,"and you're allowed to speak at any time and about anything you want."
A quick soft "Okay" was all that was said before the boy started to eat at the exact pace he had before..
"Can you believe this? Actually stuck doing this!?"
"You're the one that told us to fuck off, this too much for you? Cause you have a history of...not being the most kid friendly." Hitoshi said bluntly.
"WHAT!? I'm great with kids you damn insomniac!" Explosions began going off as the hothead took the bait.
"*Gulp* yeah! What'd you say you damn asshole?" Hizashi said as he slurped up his noodles.
Hiroshi couldn't help but give the other teen a look, "I rest my case."
"Yeah well...shut up." Bakugo muttered under his breath.
"And Yagi will take over Aizawa's room and the designated adult that you are to go to till this situation is resolved. We'll just use the spare room as a bedroom for the two boys. " Cementoss explained, "we already bought them a wardrobe, so don't worry about such items. Any questions?'
All 20 kids just shook their heads as the cement man left them to their own devices.
"Well! How hard can this be?" Kirishima said with a big smile.
omitted /trashed/alternative scenes
"Not everybody gets born into families with parents that are "involved" principle remarked as a dark look crossed his face, "why I called you though is to decide upon who will watch them while we search for the quirk user who's responsible."
No one moved
"Um, sir. Pardon my brashness, but are we actually qualified for this here job? We take care a teens, not younglins. Mayhaps we leave them in a school with more capable staff?" Snipe said as everyone was looking to someone else to step up.
"Logical but absolutely not. For two very important reasons. One: I won't allow my staff's well being to be trusted with people I haven't got 100% trust in. two: not all schools have Recovery Girl on premise, instantly able to help."
"Are you suggesting they're dangerous?" Cementoss said to the right of me.
"Yamada Hizashi, at age 3 deafened his mother after scraping his knee by reaching 174 decimals and after getting bitten by a dog reached decimals 204 decimals." Nedzu paused to let that shocking tidbit sink in," hero name, the high flier hero was permanently disabled after his quirk suddenly stopped working. This was in shouta's neighborhood. Hero name, the bubble hero, drowned deep in lake recovery after the air bubble providing him oxygen below popped after his quirk suddenly stopped working. This was on a field trip Shouta's class took. Now, all these were accidents, neither boy meaning or desiring either outcome.
(nope! too dark)
31 pages!