Ya'll I'm sorry, I know the tags for this story change like the weather, but I swear, I don't do it on purpose. I'm just so indecisive!

Toshinori never liked hospitals, he's been in and out of them way too many times over the years for his liking. However, in this situation he wasn't given a choice as he looked at Detective Tsukauchi next to him in the elevator. It's been only a day after the USJ attack and Toshinori held on tightly to the two mammoth sunflowers in his hands. One for Aizawa and one for Izuku.

"I still don't understand." Toshinori mumbled as he scratched at his neck.

"About what happened to Izuku?" Tsukauchi asked and Toshinori nodded in response.

"He had a seizure in my arms… I was honest to god afraid that he was going to die in my arms. He was bleeding from his nose and couldn't form a complete sentence. He just kept saying that 'Hitoshi's quirk isn't mine.' which… I don't know. It makes no sense." Toshinori shook his head as he sighed. "I'm just glad the paramedics managed to stabilize him."

"Yes, it is a good thing." Tsukauchi hummed as the elevator finally dinged and the two of them stepped off into the post-critical unit. "Let's try and talk to Izuku first. See if he can tell us what he knows."

"Agreed, I'm especially interested in this 'father' the villain mentioned." Tsukauchi kept in step with Toshinori.

"Don't be surprised if he won't know. Izuku has memory problems and that villain was… crazed to say lightly." Toshinori grimaced at the insane look in Shigaraki's eyes as he stared at Izuku.

Tsukuachi only hummed as they continued to walk down the busy post-critical hallway. People walked past them without giving them a second glance. Why would they? Toshinori wasn't in his All Might form. Toshinori looked at names on the doors and eventually he found the one he was looking for.

Aizawa, Izuku.

Aizawa, Shouta.

"Alright, just be aware if Hitoshi's in there he can be a bit quirky-" Toshinori started to warn Tsukauchi about how…quirky Hitoshi Aizawa could be when it comes to his brother, but suddenly Izuku's door opened.

"Well, that could have gone better." Came a male's voice; before the man was out of the door. He had four long arms and he used all four of his arms to smooth out his colorful orange blazer. His hair was a bright teal color and when he turned to look at Toshinori and Tsukauchi he had orange cat-like eyes hidden behind electric blue glasses. "Oh, hello there. Are you here to see Izuku?" He smiled at them.

"Yes," Toshinori started as he smiled warmly at the man. "I'm one of his teachers." He brought his hand out and the man took it with his lower left hand. "I brought detective Tsukauchi with me to talk to him-"

"Oh!" The man's eyes lit up. "How sweet, but there's no need-"

It was right on cue that the door opened again, and a pudgy elderly man walked out of Izuku's door. He had a scruffy beard surrounding his mouth and chin. When he turned to look at them, he smiled and his eyes crinkled in the corners. "Tsukauchi, it's wonderful to see you again."

"Detective Osada… What's a homicide detective doing questioning children?" Tsukauchi inquired as he stepped up to Osada in question.

Osada's smile turned to a bit of a frown. "Ah, well, I've been on these boys' cases since the very beginning. It's, ah, unfortunate what happened to poor Hitoshi, but it makes me smile knowing he's in safe hands with Aizawa… I just hope Aizawa can bounce back from this. Poor guy." Osada lightly scratched his cheek.

"What happened to young Hitoshi?" Toshinori couldn't stop himself from asking the detective and Osada's face turned grave.

"I was told the man with Axe Hands was in the USJ, was that true?" Osada asked Toshinori.

"The man with Axe Hands…I think I know who you're referring to. The one I had to stop from beheading, young Hitoshi."

The man with four arms put his upper right hand to his mouth in shock. "No wonder he doesn't want to talk about it. I thought he was just being difficult… well… he was but, you know."

"Yes, well, The man with Axe Hands…Rion, I think I heard Hitoshi call him, he's responsible for the Shinsou bloodbath."

"The Shinsou bloodbath, my god, I had just joined the force when that took place, those pictures gave me nightmares for weeks…and if you're bringing it up then…" Tsukauchi's eyes suddenly lit up. "The boy was found?!"

"Yes, and that boy is Hitoshi."

"Eight years later and I'm just now learning this…"

"It was Aizawa's choice. He feared that Rion would come back for Hitoshi if he knew he not only got away from his kidnappers, but was adopted on top of it." Osada sighed heavily as he looked back towards the door.

"The Shinsou bloodbath. I've never even heard of such a thing." Toshinori scratched at his head. "With a name like that, you'd think I would."

"It wasn't actually called that. It's what the police called it at the time." Tsukauchi explained. "It was… I wasn't one of the responding officers, thank god, I think I would have quit. But from the pictures alone it was horrific. Two young people mowed down like nothing. Beheaded clean through and their son was missing."

"And you want to know the worst thing about it, Tsukauchi? Hitoshi saw the whole thing. Both of them."

Tsukauchi went quiet before he turned to Toshinori. "Maybe that's why this boy is 'quirky'. Wouldn't you say, Toshi?"

Toshinori blushed before ducking his head down. "I had no clue."

Tsukauchi suddenly tapped at his hat. "But wait a minute. The file said that the Shinsou's only had one son."

"They do." Osada nodded.

"But Izuku and Hitoshi are brothers?" Tsukauchi inquired a little confused.

"Ah, this is where I step in. Hello, Suzuki Higashi at your service." He extended both of her lower hands for both men to take while he used his upper right hand to pull at his earlobe a little nervously. Once their handshake was over and pulled his arms back to his side. "I work with CPS and I'm the social worker for both Izuku and Hitoshi. You see, when Hitoshi was found all those years ago he wasn't alone."

"Izuku was with him." Toshinori had a feeling he knew where this was going. "And let me guess. Izuku had no memory."

"Ah, Aizawa told you about that detail, did he? Yes. Izuku had no memory. He didn't even know his last name. The boys were attached at the hip from the moment they were saved. Hitoshi didn't want to be separated from Izuku, it was that bad. So, it was no surprise to anyone that they'd started calling each other brothers."

"That's strange. Kidnapped victims usually want to try and distance themselves from their trauma, but Hitoshi and Izuku… in a very strange sense-" Toshinori muttered.

"Don't you dare forget that at the time these boys were both five years of age. Not only that but Izuku had no memories, Hitoshi was all he knew, on top of the fact that Hitoshi witnessed the death of his parents first hand." Higashi immediately scolded Toshinori, making him clam up.

"Right. I apologize. I was just saying. It almost sounds like a weird form of Stockholm syndrome the more I think about it."

"Stockholm syndrome? That… that makes no…" Higashi was trying to open his mouth to argue but each time he cut himself off by thinking. "Izuku didn't kidnap him." He settled on saying a little smugly to Toshinori's accusation.

"Well, if you think about-" Toshinori was ready to retaliate, but then Izuku's door slammed open. 'Speak of the devil.' Toshinori thought as a very cranky, and even more tired looking Hitoshi Aizawa threw himself out of the room. He had a death grip on the doorframe that was so tight that his knuckles turned white. Toshinori was quick to notice that Hitoshi was still in his hero uniform. Though now it was rumbled and looked a mess on him.

"If you're going to talk about someone then do it out of earshot!" He hissed between clenched teeth at the adults. "And I don't have Stockholm syndrome!" He practically screamed before slamming the door shut with a snap.

Higashi sighed heavily before dropping his voice to a whisper. "He's been short with everyone. Not that I can blame him. He nearly lost his adoptive father and brother on the same day. I tried to get him to talk to me to open up. To not bottle his emotions up, but… it didn't work. So, if you're going to try and talk to him. I suggest you do it when Izuku and Aizawa are both up and walking."

"Well, we really just want to talk to Izuku, Hitoshi can listen if he likes-"

Osada sighed a loud and tired sigh. "You don't get it do you? Izuku is still unconscious from the USJ attack. It's why Hitoshi is the way he is right now. He has to fret over both his father and his brother basically being comatose while he's awake and okay. To put it bluntly. You're not talking to anybody, at least not today."

"Oh." Toshinori blinked, he felt both frustrated and concerned. "Well… I'll just drop these off-" He gestured towards the sunflowers in his hands. "-and we can visit the hospital again tomorrow, Tsukauchi."

Tsukauchi nodded. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."

Toshinori walked past the other two and walked into the hospital room. He quietly shut the door behind him and looked around the room.

Both Aizawa and Izuku were laying in beds adjacent to one another. Aizawa was covered in both bandages and casts alike. He was so motionless that even after staring at him for a long time, Toshinori would have worried the man was dead if not for the heart monitor beeping calmly beside him. There were stuffed animals, cards, and flowers covering his nightstand. No doubt from the students he risked his life for.

Then there was Izuku. Izuku wasn't alone on his bed. Hitoshi had wedged himself on the twin-sized bed. He was on top of the covers while Izuku was laying under them.

Hitoshi's concussion was completely healed by Recovery Girl, it's like Osada said. The only one awake and well while his family lay injured.

Hitoshi had his arms wrapped around Izuku's torso, his head under Izuku's chin with his face against the base of Izuku's neck. Toshinori watched them for a moment and took note of the fact that Hitoshi was most definitely wiping tears from his eyes while occasionally giving out shuddering uneven breaths.

Toshinori placed a sunflower in a vase by Aizawa's nightstand and moved to do the same for Izuku.

Izuku had some cards on his nightstand, but not as many as Aizawa had, which was really to be expected.

The closer to Izuku he got, the more Toshinori could see. Like how red Izuku's face was as he panted through his killer fever. Toshinori stopped and gently reached over to touch Izuku's forehead. He really didn't know why he'd expect anything different than the obvious when he felt just how hot Izuku's forehead was.

Toshinori put the flower in the vase and he spoke softly towards Hitoshi. "I'm sorry about your parents. If I would have known that that man had done that-"

"-I don't need your fucking pity." Hitoshi all but hissed in his enraged state. "I get that you're the 'Symbol of peace' and all that, but I cannot stress this enough. I literally don't care right now! Why can't you adults see that I just want to be left alone?! My dad and my brother are both in the hospital and you guys are all up in my face wanting me to talk. Or keep bringing up my past trauma, or theorizing that I have some mental illness because I love my brother! Just leave!"

Honestly, the tone and disrespect Toshinori was receiving was enough to throw him off. Never has anybody spoken to him like that, even in his skinny-form he'd received at least the basic amount of respect from his students. A part of him almost opened his mouth to scold the boy for being so disrespectful, but the last thing he needed was for him and Hitoshi to get into some sort of screaming match in the hospital.

"Very well." Toshinori said curtly before leaving the room as requested. The moment the door shut he looked at the other adults. Higashi only gave him a sly smile.

"You spoke to him, didn't you?"


"Mr. Eraser?"

Aizawa sat up with a start as light suddenly flooded his darkened bedroom. Breathing hard for a moment he feared he had an intruder at the strange tiny figure in his doorway, until he remembered he was fostering two children.

He rubbed his eyes with his hand tiredly before his eyes adjusted and he saw he was looking at Izuku. The little boy was in his All Might onesie that Hizashi insisted on buying him. He had tears in his eyes as he shook a little violently in his spot. "W-What?" Aizawa breathed in and out heavily once his heart started to calm down.

"I-I had a scary dream." Izuku whimpered through his tears.

"Oh." Aizawa blinked. He knew that this was a possibility he just didn't think it'd be so soon. He can't get attached to these little boys. So, he laid back down in his bed. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure Hitoshi would be more than willing to comfort you-"

"I had a scary dream too." Came Hitoshi's own shaky voice came and he appeared in the doorway dressed in his Endeavor onesie.

Aizawa sighed heavily before sitting back up and looked at the two little boys. Both boys had tears in their eyes as they held onto each other's hands. "Well… I can't exactly help with that, boys. The dreams are done and over with-"

"Can we sleep with you tonight?" Izuku boldly cut Aizawa off.

"Absolutely not. It's completely inappropriate and illogical. You both are too old to be sleeping in my bed."

He figured that would be the end of that. But he forgot how resilient children could be sometimes. "Please?" Izuku whimpered.

Aizawa made a mistake. He looked at the two boys again. They were still shivering where they stood and holding on to one another like they were afraid the other was going to leave. He sighed again before falling back onto his pillow. "Fine-"

He didn't get another word in before both boys launched themselves at his bed. Izuku snuggled himself on Aizawa's right while Hitoshi made himself comfortable to Aizawa's left.

Aizawa would never admit this out loud, but this was surprisingly comfortable for him. 'Don't get attached.' He reminded himself. "Okay- okay! This is only for tonight. Do you two hear me. You will not be crawling into my bed every night. This is a one time only special. Do you both hear me?"

He received sleepy nods from both boys. "Good, now go to sleep-"

-Aizawa groaned at the sheer amount of pain coursing through his body. Opening his eyes he could only see through an open slit that still blocked some of his vision. 'Oh god, how long have I been out?' He thought as he tried to move his neck to look around, but he found that to be almost impossible to do.

'A full-body cast. Of course. That, what was it again, Nomu? It fucked me up good.' His memory was spotty, but it was still there, which was good in its own right. Aizawa awkwardly shifted around his bed so he was sitting up in a position so he could look around the room to the best of his abilities-

"-What am I going to do?" Hitoshi truly had looked worse for wear as he was now pacing around the hospital room. He had Aizawa's scarf in his hands and was wringing the scarf violently as he continued to pace. From what Aizawa could see Hitoshi's eye bags had bags of their own. His usual fluffy hair was a little less fluffy as it hung limply down to his shoulders and around his face. His eyes looked red-ringed, a sign he had been crying. As if to prove this point, Hitoshi used his palm to wipe tears from his eyes. He sniffled and exhaled a slow breath.

"I…" Hitoshi trailed off and looked over to Izuku. Hitoshi sighed heavily before sitting on the edge of Izuku's bed. "I don't know what to do." He confessed before he brought his feet up on the edge of the bed and buried his face into his knees before wrapping his arms around them. "I just want my quirk back."

'I'm sorry, what?' Aizawa bit back the question on his tongue. Had he heard that right? Hitoshi got his quirk taken? 'No.' He decided after thinking about it. 'I had to have heard him wrong.' Hitoshi's voice was muffled and Aizawa figured he had to have heard wrong. It just didn't make any sense for Hitoshi to lose his quirk. Still, he wouldn't be a good father if he didn't ask.

"Hitoshi?"

Hitoshi gasped before he threw his head up to look at Aizawa with wide wet eyes. "D-dad! You're awake!" He gave a shaky smile and he wiped his eyes again. Aizawa noticed that the area around Hitoshi's eyes, more specifically, under his eyes, were raw from all the tear wiping he's been doing.

"How long have I been out?" Aizawa inquired as Hitoshi quickly scrambled over to his bed.

"A day." Hitoshi whimpered as he suddenly, but gently, wrapped his arms around Aizawa's middle. "Please don't scare me like that again." If Aizawa had control of his arms at the moment he would have patted Hitoshi's hair. So, he had to do something he wasn't exactly good at. Using his words to comfort Hitoshi instead.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Hitoshi sniffled in response as he buried his face gently into Aizawa's cast. "What happened to your brother?" He thought to try and change the subject.

Hitoshi sniffled again before humming out a low whine. "Don't know." His voice was flat as he said it. "He… we think someone managed to strike his head. He had a seizure and a major nosebleed. They managed to stabilize him, but he's asleep now with a fever. I heard they wanted to give him an ice bath if it doesn't break by tomorrow morning."

Aizawa grunted. "A…fever?" His memories were forced back to the little five-year-old with a burning fever that lasted for three days.

"Yeah…" Hitoshi looked up at his father and rubbed at his raw skin around his eyes. "I'm-I'm sorry, I know I usually don't cry like-like this." He sniffled.

"I don't blame you. I can only imagine the stress you've been under the last couple of days."

Hitoshi sniffled again before he curled up against his father on the bed. Something he hadn't done since he was five. He laid on the very edge of the bed threatening to fall any second while he kept his arms wrapped around Aizawa. Then, just like that in the snap of a finger, Aizawa heard Hitoshi's breathing start to slowly level out.

'How long have you been awake for?' Aizawa thought, fully concerned for his son. He wished for control of his arms so he could pat Hitoshi's head, but he couldn't. 'Probably until he was sure one of us would wake up.' Still, now Aizawa was kicking himself. He never got to ask Hitoshi about what he meant when he said he wanted his quirk back.


"Hey, Shou." Hizashi came into the hospital. His long blonde hair was down and put up into a ponytail. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he cautiously sat in a chair across from Aizawa's bed. He kept his voice low so as not to wake Hitoshi, who was still asleep, curled up against Aizawa's side with his arms wrapped around his father.

"I can't feel much, you know, being in a full body cast and all." Aizawa also kept his voice low.

Hizashi gave a weak sigh as he reached over and ran his fingers through Hitoshi's hair. Hitoshi, unconsciously leaned into Hizashi's touch. "How long has the little listener been out for?"

"An hour, maybe two. I don't think he's slept at all since the attack."

"I believe it… I was rather worried about you after it was all said and done. I'm just glad you're alive." Hizashi pulled himself over to gently peck the outside of Aizawa's cast where his cheek would be.

"Careful." Aizawa told him softly. "Not in front of the boys."

"They're both asleep, Shou." Hizashi sighed before sitting back down. "Besides, I think they're old enough to know that we're in a relationship." He whispered.

This time Aizawa was the one to sigh. "I understand where you're coming from, but I just don't want to risk mentally uprooting everything they know."

Hizashi gave a sad little smile. "These boys are lucky to have you show. You are completely devoted to them."

"Somebody needs to be."

There was a comfortable silence between the two adults. Then Hizashi gave a nervous laugh. "Alright, it's time to rip the band-aid off. I called your mother. She should be here by tomorrow to help you with your injuries and the boys."

"Get out."

"Shou. I know you and your mother have a strained relationship. But you need help. The boys won't be able to help when they're in school-"

"-Funny you assumed I wouldn't be going back to school once I'm released-"

"-You're not."

"I am."

"Shou, you need to rest. That Nomu nearly killed you."

"Yes, and those students need to see that I'm still going, even after all that happened. So, whenever I'm released I'll be going back to class. Call my mother and tell her not to bother-"

"I'm not doing that, Shou."

"Fine, just dial her number for me and put the phone to my ear-"

"No, Shou."

Aizawa only sighed. "I don't need my mother watching me or the boys."

"Can't you just suck up your pride for a week and allow your mom to help take care of you?"

"No."

"...Too bad." Hizashi gave an awkward laugh as he sat back in his seat. "Besides, she's worried, Shouta, why shouldn't she be? And from what I gathered, she wants to see you."

A long and tired sigh left Aizawa's mouth, but he said nothing more regarding the issue other than. "I'm too tired to deal with this right now."

"...Get some rest, your mother will be here soon." Hizashi stood up and kissed the top of Aizawa's head, well, the top of his cast, but the sentiment was there.


"Daddy?" Little Izuku poked his head into his father's study. Aizawa was typing away at his computer and he stopped the moment Izuku had spoken.

"What are you doing up? It's past your bedtime." Aizawa asked while also beckoning Izuku into his office with his finger. Izuku walked in and immediately clambered onto Aizawa's lap. Aizawa was gentle as he put a hand on the small of Izuku's back to keep him from falling.

"Hitoshi is upset with me." Izuku mumbled as he then rested his head against Aizawa's chest. Aizawa hummed in acknowledgment as he shifted a bit so he continued to type away at his computer. He then moved Izuku more towards his chest and put his chin on top of Izuku's head so he could use both of his hands to type.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Aizawa inquired after a minute.

"Mmm…I think I took Hitoshi's quirk by mistake and it hurts. It hurts a lot actually. My body is hot and cold at the same time, my head hurts, and my nose started to bleed. Now Hitoshi is quirkless!"

"Well, why don't you keep Hitoshi's quirk. You see, Izuku, you can take the quirks of the newer generation and Hitoshi's quirk seems like a perfect starter quirk for you. Eventually your body will adjust to the drawback."

"It's not right, daddy. It's Hitoshi's quirk and he needs it to protect me, remember?" Izuku admitted while he nuzzled his nose into Aizawa's shirt. It smelt nice. Like his cologne. Even though he was close to his dad, his body still shivered from the fever coursing through his body.

"Very well, if that's how you see it. Then just give it back."

"I don't know how."

"We went over this. You know how." Aizawa looked down at his son before he tucked one of his curls behind his ear. It was strange. Even stranger when Aizawa picked him up and nuzzled his nose against Izuku's. "But, I can't fault you. You're only a tot."

'Dad is never this affectionate.'

"Now, in order to give Hitoshi his quirk back, you have to think about it. Visualize in your mind you having the quirk and giving it back to him. Alright? Can you do that for me?"

Izuku frowned and he let his hair fall into his face while he thought about it. He could see it clear in his mind. The little ball of light in his head. The more he visualized it the more it made his head hurt. His head felt like it was going to explode as his brain thudded. Red mist swirled around his body as he thought harder and harder about the quirk.

He thought about Hitoshi and how the quirk belonged to him. The red continued to flicker through his body as Izuku shut his eyes and thought about giving the quirk back to Hitoshi. He watched as it was transferred from his body to Hitoshi's in his mind's eye.

Then he looked up at Aizawa. Only it wasn't Aizawa's lap he was sitting in anymore. Izuku saw thick curly white hair and red eyes-

"-It's gone!" Izuku woke up with a start as he immediately sat up in his bed. He made a mad grab for his head. The pressure he had felt before was now immediately gone, his headache all but evaporated out of his mind. All that remained was his fever. Izuku breathed in and out heavily. He felt like he had the wind knocked out of him for several seconds while he caught his breath.

Izuku swallowed hard as he took a look around at the room he was in. He was in a hospital room along with his father and brother. He looked at the window to judge the time of day and saw it was night time. His father appeared to be asleep and in a full body cast. 'I hope Daddy's okay- Dad. Not daddy.' Izuku gave his head a good shake. Never has he ever called Aizawa 'daddy'.

"Zuchan?" Hitoshi was in his face in a second. God, did he look awful. Izuku smiled at his brother.

"Hichan! I'm so happy-"

'Huh.' Izuku felt confused as his body suddenly fell limp while he looked at his brother. 'Is this…is this Hitoshi's brainwashing? Why am I still lucid? What are you doing, Hichan?'

Hitoshi was shaking as he seemed like he was going to reach over to touch Izuku's shoulders, but he stopped himself from doing so. He let his head hang as he clenched his fists to the sides. He then looked up at Izuku and Izuku saw he had tears in his eyes.

'Hichan?'

"I need you to do me a favor, Izuku. I need you to forget-"

:)

On another note. I've been listening to 'Two birds' by Regina Spektor and damn if it doesn't fit Hitoshi and Izuku's relationship.