Aizawa wasn't an idiot.

His sons knew this, but also liked to think that he was, in fact, an idiot. But he wasn't an idiot, and that's why it pisses his sons off so much when they can't get away with anything they shouldn't be doing.

Like Izuku.

Izuku claims to be jogging for the past five months, yet he's packing on muscles on more than just his legs. He's been bringing grip strengths to school, something Aizawa knew he hadn't bought him, and he's been training with Aizawa's dumbbells. So, clearly, Izuku was being trained by someone else and it was showing.

Izuku's reaction times have been picking up as well when it comes to physical combat. Granted, so has Hitoshi's; both boys were getting faster with combat training and more flexible thanks to acrobatics classes on the weekends.

Still that wasn't the point, Izuku was training with someone else and Aizawa didn't like it. It's not even the fact that he's training with another person in his spare time, it's the fact that Izuku is keeping it a secret. Which is sending red flags into Aizawa's brain.

So, Aizawa decided to do what he does best in these situations, make sure his child is okay and safe. He followed Izuku from school.

Aizawa stayed on the rooftops as he jogged along; keeping pace with Izuku. At one point, Aizawa had to jog on the power lines. Eventually, they both made it their destination. Takoba beach. Aizawa kept his distance on a nearby rooftop. "What on earth?" Aizawa whispered as he moved his slotted goggles up onto his head to get a better look down below.

Izuku was simply cleaning the beach. Taking up trash and bringing it to a giant rentable dumpster no doubt awaiting pick up. Izuku was just quietly doing this by himself for a while and Aizawa wondered if Izuku simply did research on muscle groups and how to work them all out at once. It seemed logical, at first. 'If that were the case then why wouldn't he tell me that he was doing this, or Hitoshi. He loves Hitoshi and would, undoubtedly, want his brother to get just as strong as him.' Aizawa thought as he watched Izuku work.

'He's gained more muscle than I thought.' Izuku was carrying a box spring mattress by himself. That thing had to be at least sixty pounds.

Then, maybe thirty minutes later, the truth came out. "You're early, my boy!"

Aizawa rubbed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he watched Toshinori come up to Izuku on the beach. Toshinori was in his skinny form, something Aizawa, as well as the rest of the staff at UA, learned about not too long ago.

Irritation started arising deep inside of Aizawa's belly. 'Now it makes sense, doesn't it? He gets saved by All Might, and now All Might is training him. And judging by the fact that Toshinori is in his skinny form means that Izuku already knows, and has to keep it a secret, hence why Hitoshi doesn't know.' Aizawa snorted in annoyance.

"Yes, I wanted to get a headstart today." Izuku eagerly told Toshinori. "Especially since we're coming up on a two week break in school after tomorrow."

"Great! I love that attitude!" In a puff of smoke Toshinori was gone, replaced by All Might. However, the puffed up form didn't last. Clearly he's used up his time limit for the day.

Aizawa reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum. He no longer smoked when bored, gave up the habit when he adopted the boys, now he replaced it with chewing gum. Popping a piece into his mouth; he started to chew away. The sweetness of spearmint overloading his taste buds.

"Yeah, training is really going to be kicking off these next two weeks, between you, dad, and acrobatic classes. But I'm ready for it!"

Aizawa could feel Izuku grin from his spot on the rooftop. Quietly, Aizawa popped a bubble.

"Excellent! Now, I want you to stop what you're doing. I want you to bench press this microwave!" With no effort at all, All Might picked up a microwave with one hand. It looked heavy and expensive. No doubt fifty to sixty pounds tops.

"Yes, sir!"

Aizawa narrowed his eyes as Izuku did as he was told. He got down on the floor and All Might put the microwave on Izuku's feet. 'There's no support. That's insanely dangerous! His legs could give out or worse, he could get a compact fracture from the weight if he doesn't have the proper support- Oh I'm going to kill Toshinori.' Toshinori clearly had the right idea, but he's going about it all wrong.

Aizawa popped another bubble.

It wasn't all Izuku's fault, it's clear, to Aizawa at least, that Toshinori has no fucking clue how to teach or train.

Izuku didn't break a bone, thank god, and after about fifty reps he was back on his feet throwing trash out.

All Might would coach Izuku along, make him move faster, nothing as bad as bench pressing a microwave on the sandy floor. Granted this whole thing was dangerous and just asking for a future tetanus shot. The beach was uneven and the sand provided a danger as it hid things like glass, needles, and rusty metal. One wrong fall was all it would take.

'Toshinori, your idea is there but you're going about it all wrong. This is a biohazard zone at worst and a disaster at best. You are the number one hero in the world and you… couldn't afford a gym membership?'

Another popped bubble. Aizawa grumbled as the sticky gum got caught in his stubble.

Aizawa didn't agree, not one bit. Though he had a feeling he knew why Toshinori wanted this place cleaned and it was a noble cause, of course, there was just too much to factor in. This needed professional cleaning, not a thirteen year old boy.

Finally, after a few hours of this, the two went their separate ways. Aizawa watched Izuku start jogging towards home while Toshinori walked off towards his car. Aizawa followed Toshinori, and quickly jogged a head of Toshinori.

He used his scarf and hung upside down from a power line. Then slowly started to lower himself down as Toshinori was, seemingly, unaware of his presence. It wasn't until Aizawa was almost completely down did Toshinori stop walking. "I know you're there." Toshinori suddenly said, of course he would pick up on someone's presence near him. He was the number one hero after all. Shame Toshinori turned the wrong way.

Aizawa lowered himself all the way when Toshinori's head was turned away. When Toshinori turned back around his eyes widened almost comically while he took a step back. "Jesus, Aizawa!" Toshinori put his hands on his chest. "Warn a guy!"

Aizawa shifted his body so he was now up right and on the floor. He let his scarf pool back around his neck and he grabbed his goggles from uptop his head.

Toshinori sucked in several deep breaths and seemed to swallow down some blood threatening to spill out of his mouth. "What are you doing?" Toshinori demanded.

"Just wondering what you're doing." Aizawa responded as he brought his goggles down from the top of his head and down around his neck. "What's with the boy? Hm?"

"The boy- oh, you saw that?" Toshinori pointed back to the beach and then looked back around at Aizawa. "That? Oh, just a fanboy is all."

"A fanboy, huh?"

"Yep."

"Seemed like you knew him."

"I treat everybody like I know them. After all, they know me!" Toshinori grinned.

Aizawa scowled behind his scarf. "Is that so?..."

'Judging by his reaction, he has no clue I'm Izuku's father…' Aizawa sized Toshinori up for a moment before shoving his hands into his pockets. '...I'm going to keep it that way.'

"Just watch yourself, those fanboys can be dangerous." Aizawa turned away from Toshinori before vanishing up to the roof of the building. 'Lets see how far this goes.'


Three days have passed since Aizawa made the discovery, and the three of them, Hitoshi, Izuku, and himself, were sitting down finishing up dinner. Aizawa was almost sure that Izuku was getting ready to confess to them about what he was doing with All Might. His gaze was far away and his eyes were white in color showing that he was lost in a deep thought.

It was Tuesday, meaning Hitoshi washed the dishes, Aizawa would put them away, and Izuku would take the trash out.

Hitoshi had heard it first, before Aizawa, because he put the plate he was washing back into the soapy water and snapped his head towards Izuku's direction. "Dad."

Mutter

"It's your turn." Hitoshi grumbled before he went back to washing the dishes.

Aizawa looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Izuku." He tried to get his son's attention, but it was too late.

Muttermuttermuttermuttermutter

"Izuk-"

Muttermyeyeswereclosedmuttermuttermuttermutter

Aizawa walked over to Izuku.

Muttermutteritshouldbepossiblemuttermuttermyhands?muttermutter

Aizawa crouched down so he was eye level with Izuku. Aizawa reached over, grabbed the top of Izuku's head with one of his hands, and twisted Izuku's head around so they were now face-to-face. "Izuku. Come back to me." Aizawa used his free hand to snap his fingers rapidly in front of Izuku's face.

Izuku blinked and the color returned to his eyes.

"...I was doing it again, wasn't I?" Izuku whispered.

"Yes, you were. Wanna talk about what's on your mind?" Aizawa inquired.

Izuku blinked slowly as he frowned. "... I just wanted to ask… are you sure I'm quirkless?"

There was a clatter from the kitchen. Aizawa looked over his shoulder to see that Hitoshi had, seemingly, dropped a plate into the water again by accident. Aizawa narrowed his eyes at this but focused back around to Izuku.

"Lest you forget-" Aizawa took it upon himself to fix Izuku's collar. "-we went to three different doctors on the subject. They all confirmed it, you have the extra toe joint."

"I know…"

"Besides, if you did have a quirk we would have known by now. Wouldn't we?"

Izuku licked his lips. "Yeah, yeah! You're right. Sorry." A soft sigh left Izuku's mouth as he rubbed at his face. "I just thought that maybe… I'm thinking too much about it, I'm sure."

Aizawa nodded at this. "Possibly. Now, could you please go and take the trash out?"

"Of course." Izuku scooted out of his chair and got up. He stretched his arms above his head before going to the trash can. The trashbag was always a little heavy, living with three people in a house would do that, but now, Aizawa watched as Izuku hardly struggled to lift the trash bag out of the can and tie it. Then, looking like a deranged Santa Claus, Izuku threw the bag over his shoulder and went for the front door.

When the front door shut behind him, Aizawa looked over at Hitoshi. Hitoshi had his head down and was scrubbing a plate above the sink. "Are you okay?" Aizawa inquired.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" It was a fast reaction and a defensive one as well. It made Aizawa narrow his eyes slightly.

"You've been washing that same plate for five minutes now."

Hitoshi blinked in surprise, looked at the plate, and huffed. "I figured you like thorough cleaning." then put the plate on the drying rack. Aizawa couldn't help but chuckle as he walked over to Hitoshi.

"What do you think about Izuku's question?" Hitoshi suddenly asked as he started washing a set of chopsticks.

Aizawa shrugged. "Nerves probably. Izuku is worried about getting into UA. Which reminds me, I need to talk to Nedzu…" Aizawa mumbled before shrugging. "Izuku thinks a quirk would be a magical cure all for him."

Hitoshi pursed his lips to the side at this. He looked like he had something on him mind, but if he did, he didn't voice it. Instead he just finished up cleaning the dishes before retreating to his bedroom immediately after.


Sweat perked and started to pour down Izuku's face. His legs were in the air, his shoulders and neck pressed firmly against the floor; the only part of him that was on the floor really. He had both of his hands against his hips while his father stood above him, hands on Izuku's shoes, keeping him balanced. His upper back was hurting, and he could feel the strain of his legs being suspended in the air for as long as they have. Aizawa tilted his head before letting go of Izuku's shoes, but Izuku didn't let his legs down. "Thirty seconds…" Aizawa said before starting the stop watch.

Izuku bit back a groan. His back was already threatening to give out and his shoulders were screaming in pain. That was when his dad squatted down next to him, showing him the stop watch. "Now that I've got your attention, I have a question." Aizawa flatly said.

"You want to interrogate me now?" Izuku breathed out.

"Yes, you're vulnerable and in an uncomfortable position." There was a familiar smile on his fathers lips. The smile Aizawa would get when he knew he had just played somebody for the fool. And that he did. Izuku should have guessed his father would pull something like this.

Well, at least his father was honest.

"Fine, ask your question." Izuku's eyes darted from his father's eyes to the stopwatch. The seconds were ticking by so slow, too slow. Izuku looked away from his dad as he looked up at the sky. His legs were threatening to buckle, to come crashing down, but Izuku was willing them to stay up right.

"Alright, I've noticed that you've been packing on some muscle these past few months and that your diet changed. Who's training you?"

'Shit.'

Izuku grunted as his left knee nearly buckled. "Nobody."

"Hm, and why do I find that hard to believe? Izuku, I'm not dumb. You don't just gain muscle mass from only jogging." Izuku looked at the timer, only fifteen seconds had ticked by.

"Okay, fine, you caught me…" Izuku groaned a little as his body started to ache and protested against the strain he was being put under. "I've been… cleaning a beach."

"By yourself?"

Izuku looked at the stop watch. Ten more seconds to go. "Yeah. I've been learning about muscle gain and I figured I can do community service on top of it."

"Hm." Aizawa hummed and stood up. "Cleaning a beach…" Aizawa then walked over to Izuku's legs. "All by yourself? Why not have Hitoshi help you?"

"..." Izuku grumbled something under his breath. "I…" If he was going to say something, it died in his throat. "How much longer?"

Aizawa tilted his head and that familiar cynical smile graced over Aizawa's face as he showed off his teeth. "Until you answer the question, Izuku."

'Ah, fuck.'

"I… I just didn't want to bug him with cleaning is all."

Aizawa let out a soft sigh and slapped Izuku's shoe. This caused Izuku's legs to just flop down. "Ah!" Izuku cried in pain as his back was adjusting to being flat on the floor now.

"I don't know how I feel about you going off to clean a beach by yourself. Especially not Takoba beach."

Izuku sucked in a deep breath before suddenly opening his eyes and frowning at his father. "I… I never said I was cleaning Takoba beach, dad." Izuku then rolled onto his side and propped an elbow up so he could look at his father.

Aizawa snorted. "It's the only beach in the area that's ransacked with trash. It's pretty logical that's the beach you'd be going to." Aizawa then tossed something in Izuku's direction. Izuku quickly scrambled to grab it. It was just a water bottle. "Hydrate, kid."

Izuku let out a snort but did as his father asked of him. 'That was close…'


Izuku sighed out heavily as he looked over at his alarm clock. 4:27 am the red light blinked at him and he was just glad that school was out for the next week and a half. He rubbed his tired eyes. Slowly, Izuku sat up and ran his fingers through his curls to get them out of his face. His eyes dropped slightly and he quietly wrapped his blanket over his shoulders and wiggled out of his bed.

His stomach gurgled and Izuku decided he needed a small, moderately portioned midnight snack. His dad wasn't home so waking him wouldn't be an issue. Izuku shuffled his way into the kitchen with his All Might blanket covering his head like a hood and draped over his body imitating a cloak.

Opening the fridge, Izuku looked at the leftovers for something to munch on. "Oh, fried pork." Leftover fried pork from the night before. Izuku popped open the tupperware and shut the fridge with his hip. He placed the lid on the counter and looked for some chopsticks. He found them sticking out of the drying rack on the sink.

Izuku looked at the chopsticks, then down at the leftover pork. 'Is it possible?' Izuku wondered as he thought about the day before. When the blender magically came to his hands. He's been thinking about it since it happened.

"No. I'm quirkless, I have the toe joint. What happened the other day was a… a fluke." Izuku whispered to himself before looking back down at his food.

Another loud and irritated sigh left Izuku's mouth. He then shut his eyes and extended his hand out. He stood there for a few seconds with his hands out but for the longest time, nothing happened. So, Izuku cracked one of his eyes open, the chopsticks hadn't moved from their spot on the drying rack. Izuku couldn't stop the pout from gracing his lips.

'Like I said. A fluke.' Izuku threw his hands up before looking down at the fried pork slices. "So, it wasn't because my eyes were closed." He looked back at the chopsticks. "Then…maybe…" He brought his hand out and focused purely on the chopsticks just a measly few feet away. He raised his hand. 'Come to me.' He closed his hand and opened it.

The chopsticks wobbled.

Izuku gasped, dropping the tupperware of fried pork slices. He looked at the chopsticks with wide eyes. 'Did… no…no.' Izuku stared at his palms, down at the floor, then back at the chopsticks. Izuku's hands were starting to shake. He looked back at the chopsticks and with shaky hands, He raised them both up and stared at the chopsticks. With both hands raised in front of him, he opened and closed both of his hands.

The set of chopsticks wobbled before slowly rising up and out of the drying rack.

His breath hitched into his throat as he watched the chopsticks. Each time he opened and closed his hands the chops moved to him. Closer and closer the chopsticks came to him until… he felt the smooth wood touch against the palm of his hands. Izuku felt his eyes widen as his whole body shook from head to toe.

Izuku clasped his hands around the wooden chopsticks. 'I just did that.'

"I just did that."

"... I just did that."

"I just did that!?"

"Oh my god! Oh my god!"

Izuku couldn't think, he could hardly breathe! "I have a quirk- I have a quirk!"

'Hichan.'

Izuku couldn't have run faster to his brother's room. He nearly slipped on the hardwood floors as he raced as fast as his legs allowed him all the way to his brother's bedroom. "Hichan! Hichan!"

Izuku excitedly threw his brother's door open. Hitoshi nearly jumped out of his skin as he flopped around his bed like a fish out of water. "Wh-what- what?!" Hitoshi jumped and sat up swiftly, his hair puffed out around his face, his lavender colored eyes wide with concern.

Izuku was jumping on the balls of his feet. He felt excited, thrilled even. "I have a -"


Izuku snapped his eyes open. He looked up at his ceiling with wide and confused eyes. 'What?…'

"Zuchan-" Hitoshi opened Izuku's bedroom door. "You ready?" Hitoshi was dressed in his working out clothes. Hitoshi tilted his head and smiled at Izuku. He then started to stretch his shoulders.

Izuku looked at Hitoshi feeling rather… confused. "Ready?" He tilted his head to the side.

"Training. Dad told me to wake you."

Izuku brought his hand to his face and rubbed the crown of his head. "But… what happened?"

"Something happened?" Hitoshi shrugged as he continued to smile an awkward lopsided smile.

"I…" Izuku tried to think. 'What happened last night. Wasn't I… I was excited… about something? No. Yes.'

"Earth to Izuku. You still with me?" Hitoshi waved his hand in front of Izuku's face.

"When… When did I go to bed last night?"

Hitoshi shrugged. "Around ten? Maybe a little later. I mean, you came into my room last night around four. You looked so excited and then you had this weird blank look on your face and then you left. I thought maybe you were sleep walking, or had a night terror. So, are you getting up or do I have to drag you out of bed?"

"I… okay. Okay. I'm up." Izuku threw his arms up in defeat. "I just…I was excited about something, but…"

Izuku wiggled out of bed before stretching his arms above his head. "Shoo! Let me get dressed." Izuku guestered with his hands forcing Hitoshi out of his doorway. "And… uh." Izuku grabbed onto his door and looked at Hitoshi. "I- I was going to tell you something. But.. I… forgot."

"If you forgot, then it wasn't important."

"I guess."

"Get dressed."

"Yeah, tell dad I'll be there in five."

Izuku then shut his bedroom door and stopped. He stared intensely at his door frame before shaking his head vigorously. 'Am I… am I missing another memory?'