After the villain was taken into custody, Aizawa only felt it right to accompany the two boys to the hospital as they were clearly scared. In the ambulance he finally learned their actual names. Hitoshi and Izuku and they were both five years old.

Hitoshi had been the one to fess up their names. He even gave his last name to Aizawa, but not Izuku's last name as he didn't know Izuku's last name.

Almost as soon as Izuku laid down on the stretcher he was out like a light. Izuku's fever was something clearly hellish in nature and the paramedics were trying to bring it down to the best of their abilities.

What happened next almost seemed to happen out of nowhere.

"Poor kid." The paramedic cooed as she prepped out an IV needle to stick into Izuku's arm. It was clear she wanted to give him saline.

"That's a big needle..." Hitoshi's voice was teetering between concern and dangerous. Aizawa, who had been dozing off, cracked an eye open.

"Yes, it is, but don't worry with my quirk-" The paramedic suddenly stopped. Like, just completely and utterly stopped. She put the needle down and just sat on the ground of the ambulance. Her eyes were vacant, void of any emotion as the poor woman just sat there.

"What did you just do?" Aizawa inquired and he leaned forward with his arms on his knees. He could use erasure and fix this in a heartbeat, but he had to admit, he was curious about this kid's quirk.

"Nothing…" Hitoshi tried to lie, but little children aren't particularly good at lying. Especially when Hitoshi was trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with Aizawa.

"Now, I don't think this is 'nothing'. Izuku needs liquids. He's really sick."

"But… the needle is big and Zuchan doesn't like needles." Hitoshi almost seemed to whine. Aizawa sighed and rubbed his hand over his face in slight irritation. 'Children…' He looked at the woman using erasure and in just a moment she came back to them looking confused as all hell, but she slowly stood and got right back to work.

"C'mere…" Aizawa decided a heart-to-heart was needed between the two of them. He patted his knee in an invitation. He didn't think Hitoshi would actually accept this invite, but to his surprise the kid slowly climbed down from the stretcher and crawled up to Aizawa's knee. Aizawa placed a hand on Hitoshi's back to keep him steady during the ride to the hospital. "I know you're scared for Izuku, and I know you must be scared as well, but you don't do that to people. I know you did the same thing to me in the alley, we just want to help. I promise."

Hitoshi kept a frown on his face. "Okay… I just don't want anything bad to happen…"

"I know you don't kid… but look." Aizawa pointed and Hitoshi looked over his shoulder. The nurse had gotten the IV in with no problems, though she did look a little more wary when she and Hitoshi shared a look. "Izuku is perfectly fine and you-" Aizawa lightly poked Hitoshi in the chest. "-owe someone an apology."

Hitoshi looked at the paramedic and then back at Aizawa. "I… I'm sorry…" Hitoshi looked back at the paramedic and placed his two index fingers together in embarrassment. "For brainwashing you that is."

"Is that what happened? Talk about a powerful quirk." The paramedic breathed in shock.

"Brainwashing, huh?" Aizawa chuckled.

"Yep! Izuku thinks it's really cool! He's the first to like my quirk, most of my classmates said my quirk was scary and they stopped being my friends…"

"Oh? Are you and Izuku classmates?"

"No. I never met him before-" Hitoshi's voice died down in his throat and his look became forlorn.

"Before you were kidnapped?"

Hitoshi nodded solemnly.

Aizawa pulled Hitoshi's head into his chest. "Don't worry. We'll get you home to your parents before too long now. You and Izuku."

Hitoshi muttered softly against Aizawa's chest. Aizawa didn't hear him, but it sounded something along the lines of: "I don't think so, but thanks for trying…"

'Poor kid sounds so tired.' Aizawa didn't mind when Hitoshi just kept his head resting on Aizawa's chest with his thumb in his mouth. It really didn't take long for Hitoshi to fall asleep.

"Sir?" The paramedic inquired after it was clear that Hitoshi was asleep.

"Yes?"

"We're coming up to the hospital in ten minutes. You could put him on the stretcher, now would probably be the best time."

"Uh…" Aizawa looked down at the little boy in his arms. Hitoshi looked at peace, and did Aizawa really want to potentially wake the poor child? This was probably the first time, in god knows how long, Hitoshi was able to relax and sleep. "Nah. I can hold him. It's no problem." Aizawa decided. "Just tell me which way I need to go when we get to the hospital."

The paramedic simply nodded and focused back on Izuku, but she continued to speak. "That child, Hitoshi, his quirk is rather dangerous."

"Yeah…" Aizawa breathed out. "I know what you're saying, but I don't agree with you. The quirk is only as dangerous as it's user. The kid's scared so it's only natural he'd use his quirk to his advantage."

The paramedic scrunched her nose up in disagreement. "If you ask me, quirks like his-"

"-Well, I'm not asking you. He's a child." Aizawa didn't let her finish her sentence. His tone was clipped and cold and it was more than enough to shut her up.

The ride was rather tense after that, but Aizawa didn't care. Eventually, they made it to the hospital and true to his word, Aizawa carried Hitoshi the whole way inside the hospital and into a room where Hitoshi was swept away by doctors and nurses alike. Aizawa watched them go and put his hands into his pockets. 'Good luck, you two.' Aizawa then turned his heel and walked out of the hospital, wishing the children a good life and knowing that the cops'll do the rest.

Maybe he'll stop by and check on how they're doing after a few days.


Aizawa lazily scratched behind Tora's ears. The orange cat was sitting on his lap while he watched TV. Sora was sitting on the end of the couch taking a nap, Miso was currently running around like a crackhead, and Chobi is doing… something.

After his hectic morning a couple of days ago, Aizawa felt at peace with his cats while he lazily watched some TV. Though, he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't occasionally hear Hitoshi's little voice in his head. Aizawa didn't know why, but those little boys just kept coming back into his mind. "Zuchan doesn't like needles."

Or that little whisper, the one that kept changing around in Aizawa's mind because he knows he heard Hitoshi wrong. 'I don't think so, but thanks for trying.'

'I don't think so, they can't stop crying.'

'I don't want to go, because they're lying.'

Aizawa sighed and used a free hand to rub at his face and he gave his head a good shake. "I'm thinking too much into things." He decided. He just wanted to watch TV. Was that too much to ask for?

No sooner had he downed his cup of coffee did his work phone suddenly start to ring. Turning the TV on mute, Aizawa answered his phone. "Eraserhead." He grunted in greeting. He placed his feet on the coffee table as the person on the other end started to speak.

"Eraserhead, this is Detective Osada, I'm currently working on the case regarding the two little boys you helped rescue a couple days prior."

Tora decided now was a good time to start kneading at Aizawa's pants. "Yeah?" Aizawa tried to pick his cat up with one hand, but Tora dug his claws into his pants and now refused to let go.

"Well, some interesting details came up regarding the boys and it's rather urgent. Do you think you can come to the hospital tomorrow morning? The sooner the better."

"Shit, I can come tonight if you want." Aizawa now cradled the phone between his shoulder and his cheek while he tried to free himself from Tora's grasp. The cat was winning this fight.

"Really?" The man sounded surprised by this. "I mean if it's no trouble, because this is… kinda big."

"Yeah, I'm not doing anything at the moment. I can be there in… forty minutes, maybe an hour at the latest." Aizawa guessed and suddenly flinched when Sora decided to jump on the couch and headbutt him for affection, all while Tora was still attached to his pants.

"That's great. I'll let the social worker know so they can meet us."

Aizawa felt his body perk at that and his eyes narrowed as his cats were suddenly forgotten. "A social worker?"

"Like I said, Eraserhead. It's bad."


The hospital was a lot more dismal at night. Not as many people were running around and nobody really seemed to be in a hurry. Aizawa walked towards the pediatric ward where he knew the boys would be held. This was per Detective Osada's instructions. They were to meet at the ward and talk to the boys. Apparently, Hitoshi only liked to talk to Aizawa and nobody else. Aizawa felt slightly honored that he had made an impact on the boy…

but something just didn't feel right.

"Mr. Eraserhead." A voice from behind caused Aizawa to stop and turn. Walking up to him had to be Detective Osada, a gruff, older, and squat man with a scruffy pepper colored beard and short hair to match in color. The man had to be a foot shorter than Aizawa, stopping just at Aizawa's shoulders. "It's fantastic to meet you." The Detective offered his hand and Aizawa took it.

"Likewise."

"I was hoping to get here before you, but got delayed by traffic." The Detective told him as they started walking together.

"So, what's this about?"

"Ah, straight to the point, I see. Although I want to wait for the Social worker, I guess I can fill you in on the major breakthroughs on the way." Osada said and the two of them walked into an elevator together. The Pediatric ward was on the fifth floor, so they did have some time to kill in the cramped space.

"Let's start with the easiest. Izuku. Once his fever broke we questioned him. It wasn't easy as Hitoshi wanted to be with him. We had to constantly try and get him to leave. At one point Hitoshi threw a tantrum and had to be locked into his room after attempting to use his quirk on an officer.-" Aizawa didn't know if he should smile or eyeroll. That kid was going places in the future, still, Hitoshi was going to need help with that quirk of his.

"Still, After questioning Izuku it's clear, the poor kid doesn't remember anything. He didn't even know his own age. He only knew his first name. It is an extreme case of amnesia from how I see it, It may or may not be quirk related. I ran his first name, and his features, through a list of missing children within the last three years and nobody came up."

Aizawa wasn't sure he heard Osada correctly. "Nobody? That can't be right, he has to belong to someone."

"I ran it three times to be sure the system wasn't glitching. There is no missing child named Izuku, more yet: there's no child that looks like him that's missing. It's like Izuku just showed up out of the blue, but there's one more thing that might be the reason why: Izuku has an extra pinky toe bone."

"He's quirkless?"

'That explains Hitoshi's protectiveness.' Aizawa thought.

"Yep. So, we're sure he was abandoned because of it."

"I guess that explains the social worker then."

"...Partially… you see, once we were finally able to talk to Hitoshi and learn his last name… we managed to find out who his parents were and…" The detective sighed as he trailed off. "They were dead, Eraserhead. They've been dead for over a year, murdered and, I'm positive Hitoshi witnessed it. That's part of the reason I asked you to be here. The sooner we know what happened to his parents, the sooner we can put the people who hurt them to justice. Also, from what I'm told. Hitoshi only likes you."

Finally, Aizawa managed to decipher what Hitoshi had told him in the ambulance a couple days ago. "I can't go, because they're dying."

"Shit…" Aizawa sighed out. "Poor kid. No wonder he's so protective of Izuku."

"You can say that again, but do you understand why a social worker is needed?"

"Yeah, I figured they were just kidnapped. I didn't think it'd go down a rabbit hole." As Aizawa said this the door to the elevator opened and they stepped out into the pediatric ward.

"Room thirteen is where they're being held." The Detective told Aizawa.

The pediatric ward was rather quiet at night, though on occasion Aizawa could hear sobs or whimpers coming from the rooms. The floor wasn't exactly lively, so it didn't take long for a nurse to spot them. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" The nurse inquired as she made a bee-line for the two of them. "The pediatric ward isn't accepting visitors at this hour." She tried to shoo them away, which Aizawa found reasonable if not a bit rude and suspicious in a way.

Aizawa flashed his hero license to the nurse and Osada did the same with his badge. "Forgive us for this intrusion, but we need to speak to Hitoshi Shinsou and Izuku."

"I'm sorry, but it's late and the boys are probably sleeping." The nurse told them flatley. Aizawa's eyes darted to her name tag. Rui Mori was her name. Aizawa looked back up at her. He had a feeling he was going to need to remember her: 'Black hair, blue eyes, gapped teeth, slightly heavyset, and blue freckled.' He noted all of her noticeable features.

"Well, I'm sorry, but we need to talk to them, ma'am."

"You can't, I'm sorry-"

Aizawa proceeded to walk past the woman. "We don't have time for this." He dismissed her with a hand wave.

"Excuse me!"

"You're excused!"

'10, 11, 12-' Aizawa approached door thirteen with the detective not far behind him. The nurse was fuming and she suddenly shoved Aizawa with her shoulder, stopping him from opening the door. "I said- oh!" Aizawa snatched her with his capture weapon and forced her out of his way.

He then opened the door, and he saw red at what he was witnessing.

Hitoshi was not only bound to his bed via bed cuffs, but the hospital staff felt it necessary to gag the boy with a wide thick piece of cloth around his mouth. Hitoshi wasn't alone in this either as they had done the same thing with Izuku. "What the actual fuck?!" Aizawa hissed in anger before storming over to Hitoshi while Detective Osada went for Izuku.

"I'm going to touch you, okay?" Osada told Izuku before he started to undo the bounds around his hands.

In his anger Aizawa nearly forgot to warn Hitoshi. "Don't be scared. I'm going to touch you, but it's just to get these bonds off." He told the child before he started working on getting the cuffs off. It didn't take long for Aizawa to free Hitoshi, and instantly the boy wrapped his arms around Aizawa's neck in appreciation.

"Why did you think to bind these kids up like criminals!?" Osada demanded as he approached the nurse.

"We only do this at night, you have to understand! That one-" She pointed to Hitoshi. "-Has a dangerous quirk that he likes to abuse and that one-" She pointed to Izuku next. "Can't sit still for the life of him! He's constantly trying to get out of bed, and won't shut up-"

"They're goddamned children!" Aizawa hissed between clenched teeth as he stood; Hitoshi clinging to him like a Koala. "And something is telling me that Hitoshi isn't 'abusing' his quirk as much as you like to think. He's five. No five year old has full control over their power."

The nurse made a sour face at Aizawa. "Oh please, don't tell me you wouldn't do the sam-"

"I wouldn't! Because I'm not heartless! Are you aware that these kids are traumatized? That they're hurting? Or do you only think of yourself in these situations?"

Rui stuttered at this before her face flushed red. "I'm doing what I'm trained to do."

Neither Aizawa nor Osada spoke next. "And that involves binding children?" There, in the doorway stood a male. He was tall and slender with long limbs, with long electric blue hair put up in a ponytail with glasses to match the bright color of his hair. Instantly Aizawa saw what his quirk could be as this man had four arms instead of two. He was using two arms to write on a clipboard while the other two of his arms were digging into a bag. "Higashi Suzuki, social services." He pulled a badge out of his backpack. He walked to Rui and looked at her name card.

"Rui Mori, is it? You can bet that CPS will be investigating the hospital after this. as well as investigating you. This is absolutely abhorrent and I will not stand by it." Higashi scowled before walking past the woman and up to Osada. Maybe it was the shame or it could be embarrassment but Rui swiftly turned and walked out of the room after that. Aizawa was sure he saw tears.

"Gentleman, as glad as I am to put this place to justice, I'm sure this isn't the main reason I was called here." Higashi inquired as he used one of his four hands to lightly pat Hitoshi's head. Hitoshi lifted his head off of Aizawa's chest and pouted at this sudden display of affection.

"Yes, there is…" Osada walked over to Aizawa and Hitoshi. "Hitoshi, we need to ask you some questions regarding your parents. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. We just need to know what happened."

Hitoshi frowned at this as he clung to Aizawa's shirt tighter. "I-I…" Hitoshi stammered as he suddenly looked afraid. Aizawa took this moment to grab onto Hitoshi's little hand with his free hand.

"It's okay. I'll stay here with you." He told the boy. "I'm not going anywhere-" Suddenly, there was a tug on his pants leg. Izuku was standing beside him now watching with an intense stare. Aizawa knew instantly what the other boy wanted. So, Aizawa sat on the bed. This allowed Izuku to climb into his lap.

"Oh my, these boys seem to like you. I can't even get Izuku to give me a high-five. Let alone get him to sit in my lap." Higashi chuckled a little as he pulled up a chair. Osada did so as well, and like Higashi he pulled out a pad and paper to write down.

"I can barely get the kid to talk to me." Osada commented next.

Aizawa shrugged. "Kids are like cats. Once one approves attention and the others will want attention as well." He told them, though he had a feeling that wasn't exactly the case.

Izuku was a funny one: He wanted the best of both worlds. He sat on Aizawa's knee, while simultaneously hugging Hitoshi tightly with both of his arms, with his head on laying onHitoshi's chest.

It was clear, to Aizawa at least, that both of these boys leaned heavily on one another during their entrapment and kidnapping. "It's okay, Hitoshi. Like I said, you aren't in any trouble and nobody will judge you. Please… can you tell us what happened to your mommy and daddy?" Osada asked once again.

Yua Shinsou and Dai Shinsou were brutally murdered one sunny April day last year. What day? Hitoshi didn't remember.

From what he could remember, two men had knocked on their door.

Hitoshi sounded scarily emotionless as he retold his story. "There was fighting. They were… yelling at my dad about something. I didn't know what at the time, but I'm sure they were arguing about me. They wanted me. My daddy was yelling at them and told my mom to call the cops…"

"You see… the thing about my dad is… he was quirkless, so he never stood a chance when the man with axes for hands swung… I remember watching his head roll..."

'Jesus Christ. I never could have thought…' Aizawa held on to the boys tighter.

"Mommy snatched me up and tried to run for the sliding door at the back, but there were more of them waiting for us." Hitoshi clutched at Aizawa's chest as he recalled this.

"Mommy had a quirk, unlike daddy. It wasn't strong. Mommy could make a quirk that was kind of a forcefield that would stop people for a small time, but it wasn't exactly strong… I remember the man with Axes for hands barreling towards us. Mommies forcefield wasn't strong enough to stop him and- and- She… she wrapped me in a hug and-and…" Hitoshi's emotions came back as he started to cry. "She kissed me on the head- and- I miss my mommy and daddy!" Hitoshi suddenly sobbed before covering his eyes with his hands.

It was on instinct that Aizawa lightly patted Hitoshi's hair to comfort him. Izuku remained silent, but, like Aizawa, he seemed to hold Hitoshi just a little tighter. Hitoshi instantly used Izuku's shoulder to cry on. Though nobody asked him to, Hitoshi continued on with his story: "A-After they-they killed her. They sn-snatched me up and-and I remember the man with Axe hand-hands told me; if I tried to run he'd do to me what he did-did to my parents." He said between sobs.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Hitoshi, and trust me, we're going to do all we can to find the people who did this to you and your family, and Izuku, we hadn't forgotten you, young man. We'll do our best to find your family and someone to fix your memories. I swear this to both of you." The detective promised both boys. "I have to ask, do you remember what any of the men who broke into your house looked like?"

Hitoshi thought about it for a moment before frowning. "Only the man with Axe hands. He was really really tall and had lots of muscles. His hair was cut short, down to his head and he had a-a beard around his mouth. He was covered in tattoos. I remember he had a big lion that covered the entirety of his left arm." Hitoshi explained, mimicking the length of the tattoo with his hand. The detective wrote this all down.

"Detective, a word outside?" Higashi inquired as he suddenly stood from his seat.

"Of course." With that both men walked out of the hospital room.

"Can I lay you down?" Aizawa asked the boys as it was clear to him, their time was coming to an end again. Yet, Aizawa didn't want to let the boys go, he wanted to keep them safe, both of them.

Hitoshi was still crying, though not as hard, yet he nodded all the same. Izuku simply nodded. 'Fuck this hospital.' Aizawa scowled as he moved the binds so the cuffs were hanging off the side of the bed. 'These boys deserve so much better.' Aizawa pulled the covers back and Hitoshi was the first to crawl on to the bed. Aizawa didn't even have time to stand before Izuku darted from his lap and crawled right next to Hitoshi. "Izuku, don't you want to sleep in your own bed?" Aizawa inquired.

"No." The little boy finally spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'll stay with Hichan. He's clearly upset if you can't tell, but thank you." And just like that Izuku vanished under the covers with Hitoshi not far behind him. Them vanishing under the covers was their way of telling adults they wanted to be alone and Aizawa could respect that.

Still, Aizawa couldn't help it: he snorted. 'This kid.' He thought with a small grin. "Alright, goodnight."

Aizawa then left the room, there, just outside the door was just Higashi. Higashi had all four of his arms crossed over his chest and seemed to be contemplating something. Aizawa shut the door and approached the man. He figured Osada had made his leave already.

"Is there anything else you may need me for?" He inquired as he approached.

"Not unless you can fix unhealthy attachments or give Izuku a quirk." Higashi sighed. "Their case isn't going to be an easy one. You see, I already tried to see if there are any family members to take Hitoshi in, but alas, his only living family member is an elderly grandmother who can't care for him. Meaning both of them are going to have to go into foster care for the time being. I'm sure you noticed. Their attachment to one another isn't healthy in the slightest. A symptom of trauma. I fear putting them in the system. There's no way someone is willing to take both of them… and I've seen first hand how Hitoshi gets when Izuku is taken away from him…"

Aizawa swallowed hard at this. "I see…"

"And it's not just Hitoshi. Izuku can get just as riled up as Hitoshi. They've formed such a bond that the mere idea of separating scares them. It also doesn't help that Izuku is quirkless. I hate to say it, but nobody is going to treat him well…"

'Don't do it, Shouta. They're kids, not cats. You don't even like kids. Hospital personnel felt it needed to bind up children. CHILDREN! If they can't help these kids then how can I possibly expect complete and utter strangers to help them? Can I really walk away from them and sleep well when I know I can train and help these kids rise up past this? I know I can foster them.'

"I mean… What if… maybe… possibly, I can foster them. Just so you can have some time to look for a suitable home for the both of them or, better yet, find someone to fix Izuku's memories, and you don't need to rush and throw them into a home that won't treat them right"

"Ha, very funny." Higashi laughed, he actually laughed at Aizawa's suggestion. When he saw that Aizawa wasn't joking, his smile dropped. "Oh, you're serious?"

"I am."

Higashi narrowed his eyes now. "Why? Publicity? Is your hero ranking not good enough for you?"

"Underground hero, I stay out of the public eye."

"Then why?"

"... Because, I'm a hero who sees two little kids who clearly need help that the foster system can't provide. If you put those kids in a foster home, they're just going to face more trauma and hardship."

Higashi set his jaw tight and seemed to think about it. "I will… consider your proposal, Eraserhead." He said after a few minutes had passed. "Expect a phone call in the morning." Higashi then turned his heel and left.

Aizawa smirked, and whipped out his cellphone.

You see, Shouta Aizawa was never one for kids, but that wasn't going to stop him from searching for a three-bedroom home to rent out for a while.