So, I can't really remember how the internships worked like in terms of when they officially started. I don't think they started the day after they chose who they wanted to work with. It just doesn't make a lot of sense. I think realistically they have to wait a whole week and then that friday they take off for their internships. Then return the next friday morning. That's how I'm doing it anyways lol.
Izuku and Hitoshi stayed inside of Hitoshi's bedroom. Both boys were sitting on Hitoshi's bed, close to one another, but not, repeat: not. Going to share a bed tonight. Even though, deep down, both really wanted to. Right now they were just needing each other's company.
Hitoshi had his arms wrapped around Izuku's shoulders, pulling him in so Izuku's head was against his chest. Izuku had his arms wrapped around Hitoshi pressing against his brother's back. "Am I a bad person?" Izuku whispered to Hitoshi while he grasped onto the back of Hitoshi's shirt. Hitoshi felt Izuku shake as his brother started to cry. "Be-because I didn't even give her a chance? I mean, Toshinori's right. She gave birth to me-"
"-Allegedly. We have to wait for the DNA test to come back just to be sure."
"Hichan… I'm her clone." Izuku whispered. Hitoshi looked down at Izuku. Izuku's eyes were wide and wet with tears. Hitoshi pulled his brother again for another hug. Izuku sniffled and rubbed his face against Hitoshi's chest like a child.
"Hey, don't go getting snot on me…" Hitoshi half-heartedly teased while running his fingers through Izuku's curls. "No, you're not a bad person. She made it clear that she wanted to take you away from dad, from me, and you shut it down. That's not being a bad person. You set clear boundaries."
Izuku sniffled again.
Hitoshi looked down at Izuku's miserable looking face. 'Let's try and get his mind off of everything.' Hitoshi thought as he carefully wrapped his legs around Izuku's middle.
"I heard you talking to dad. You didn't get to pick your hero name, did you?"
"No. It happened before I could choose a name." Izuku leaned into his brother's arms. Shifting so he was resting his head on Hitoshi's shoulder. Izuku breathed out a sigh through his mouth and sniffled.
"Well, we still have the rest of the week to pick out names, right?"
"I mean, yeah…" He nodded.
"Okay, well, let's put our heads together and think of a name for you."
"..." Izuku nodded weakly again. "Okay."
"Let's start with what Midnight was trying to convey in class today. What's the kind of hero you inspire to be and how could that tie into your name?"
"The type of hero I want to be?"
"Yeah, We talked about this since we were like…eight. What's the type of hero you want to be? Personally, I want to be like dad. Underground and in the shadows."
Izuku hummed in ponderment. "I've always wanted to be a hero that people would see and would love, as well as know that they were safe."
"So…All Might?"
"Yeah, but in my own way. I don't want to be All Might. I want to be…" He opened his mouth as if to say the name that was on his tongue, His Hero name. Yet, nothing came out. Instead, he just shrugged a little half-heartedly. "Me. I want to be me."
"Okay. Well, we can work with that. I know you have rabbit ears on your costume. How about 'Rabbit?' You're quick on your feet, and with your personality, you come off as cute to those you've saved." Hitoshi offered.
Izuku scrunched his nose up. "No. I don't think that's the one. Deku?" Izuku tried the name on his tongue, it didn't sound too bad in all honesty. It was a name he could work with. Suddenly his chin was grabbed by Hitoshi's hand and was forced to look up into his brother's eyes.
"No. You're better than that horrible nickname."
"I could change the meaning."
Hitoshi gave his head a shake. "I don't think it's worth it, personally. Being called 'useless' all the time will leave you thinking you are actually useless. Remember that saying dad used to tell us? If you hear something for so long you'll start to believe it."
"...Yeah." He finally agreed when Hitoshi let go of his face.
'The type of hero I want to be…I want to be a hero that steals the hearts of those he saves. Those that know 'He is here and I'm completely safe.' I want a name that nobody could expect from a hero like that. Before that woman came into the classroom I was thinking of a name that could convey that. Like I was a sort of-'
"Hey…Hichan? How does 'Thief' sound?"
"Thief? What are you stealing, Zuchan?"
"Hearts."
"Okay, that sounds terrifying if I didn't know you." Hitoshi gave a loud, yet awkward-sounding, laugh. "But to answer your question. Thief is not something you want people to be shouting when they see you."
"Good point."
"Bandit on the other hand…"
Izuku's eyes lit up. "Bandit…I like it… but…it's a really popular dog name…" He groaned a little.
"Yes, that's true. So…let's make it yours. As you said, you want to be different right? So… instead of just bandit. Add something to it to make it stand out. Something that's you. Sweet and simple, but not overly complicated."
"...Something that's me. Well… how about…" Izuku thought about it. What was strictly his? "..." His brow furrowed. Hitoshi noticed this.
"C'mon, Zuchan, what's got you stumped?"
"Maybe it's because I've had a day, but I can't really think of anything that's strictly me."
"Well, I can. You're green."
Izuku gave a chuckle. "My hero costume isn't. It's purple in color so, with the hood up, Green Bandit wouldn't make too much sense if they can't see my hair."
"Okay, well, you're also compassionate and kind…at times. I mean, you threw the Sports Festival so Todoroki could piss off his dad. Most people wouldn't do that."
"Kind Bandit?…Kind…Bandit." Izuku tested the word out like he was tasting it. He mused on the idea as a prolonged silence fell between the two brothers before finally. He nodded. "I think…we have a winner."
"The Kind Bandit. A bandit who steals hearts of those he saves and kicks ass." Hitoshi smiled. "It's perfect."
"Yay… We should go and tell dad."
"Mmm." Hitoshi moved and placed his chin on top of Izuku's head. "In five minutes. I'm not ready to let go."
"Okay. In five minutes."
Tuesday morning came way too soon for the Aizawa family. It meant that they, all three of them, had to go back to UA. Back to their class before the internships would start, and answer questions. Questions none of them really wanted to address or talk about.
"I never should have let my temper get the better of me," Shouta said on the car ride to UA. He shook his head. "Now look what we have to do."
"I just can't believe we're going to tell them everything," Hitoshi whispered as he twisted his seatbelt in his hands nervously.
"It's better than lying with some half-baked excuse." Izuku was surprisingly calm as he played with the hem of his white gloves. "It's a band-aid that needs to be ripped off now rather than later."
"That doesn't mean we have to like it," Shouta grumbled a little.
Izuku looked at Hitoshi. "Are you going to tell your story or just keep it brief? It might do some good to speak about what happened to your biological parents, you know?"
Hitoshi's mouth twisted a little; he played with the end of his hair that he had tied back into a high ponytail. "I…" He cut himself off.
There was silence in the car and Izuku looked out of the window. He watched the world pass him by as they started to approach UA. The silence was nice. It let him reflect on the day prior for just a moment.
His mind just kept repeating to his father punching Toshinori square in the face in front of the whole class. The gasp rang out as several of his peers jumped back in their seats in shock. Granted, none of them knew that Toshinori was All Might, thank goodness- or that could be seen as worse. His father punched a seemingly frail older man in the face.
It was the sound of his father's fist hitting Toshinori's face that made Izuku leap out of his seat. He wasn't the first to call him dad, however. Surprisingly, Hitoshi had called it out when it happened.
Izuku still remembered the way Inko's grip tried to tighten on him when he leapt out of his own seat. The scared little gasp that left Inko's mouth was followed by a frail and scared "No-" As she tried to reach for purchase on his arm again. She was terrified that Izuku was going to vanish if he wasn't in her arms.
Then, he called for his father. Grasping at his dad's face trying to snap him out of killing Toshinori. Izuku didn't see that woman, he only saw his father's enraged face. His mouth twisted into a feral and vicious snarl. A snarl Izuku only witnessed once before. When he and Hitoshi first met Shouta Aizawa. The way his father slammed a man's head into the concrete. Izuku knew if he didn't step in, then Toshinori would have been the next person to have their head bashed into the ground by an enraged Shouta Aizawa.
So, he yelled for his dad. To bring him back down. Not once but twice. Confirming to the class, yes, it wasn't a slip of the tongue on Hitoshi's part. Shouta Aizawa was in fact their mysterious adoptive father. By and large, this feels like it was all Izuku's fault. Hitoshi's outburst could have been explained. Not his-
A flick to the forehead made Izuku look up at Hitoshi. "You're mumbling again. Also, we're here." Hitoshi told him as he pulled his hand back. Izuku felt himself pull an uncomfortable face as the three of them all stared at UA.
"We're not going in yet." Shouta told his children as he suddenly pulled his seat back into a laying position. "We're all going to be late. It's fine, I cleared it with Nedzu. This way the class isn't going to ambush you two with questions."
The other two could only nod in agreement. Then the trio hid out in the car. "Jelly pouch?" His father offered, flashing a peach jelly pouch to his boys.
"Yes, please," Izuku commented and his dad threw him one.
"Hitoshi?"
"Do you have grape?"
"Do I have grape? You act like you don't know me. Of course, I have a grape." His father reached into the glove box and tossed a grape pouch to Hitoshi, who caught it with ease.
Izuku opened his pouch up and sipped at the contents. He turned to look out his window-
"-GWAAA!" Was the actual sound he made as he spat the jelly out of his mouth and onto the seat in front of him. There, pressed up against his window, was Present Mic. His uncle Cockatoo was pressed up so close to the glass that his breath fogged it while he made a ridiculous face. His eyes were wide and tongue out.
"Hello!" Even outside of the car he could be heard loud as day.
"Jesus fucking Christ-" Shouta rolled his window down and brought his seat forward. "Hizashi, you nearly gave Izuku a heart attack."
"Aaaaah!" Izuku screamed just to try and level his emotions out some. His heart not yet recovering from what just happened.
Hitoshi on the other hand was the only one laughing. His own jelly pouch was forgotten as he had his arms wrapped around his gut. A barking laugh left his mouth. He was laughing so hard that no noise was left only wheezes. With a shaky hand, he pointed at Izuku. "You- you-yo-" He couldn't even get a single word out as he continued to wheeze.
"Someone sees the genius in my humor. Good morning, Aizawas. You guys are the hot topic around the school from what I've been hearing." Hizashi grinned dumbly as he rested his arms on Aizawa's open window.
"You're face!" Hitoshi finally managed to wheeze out through tears as he pointed at Izuku. "Oh my-" Another laughing fit left his mouth as he threw his head back. He slapped his knee as loud belly laughs left his mouth.
"Urg…" Izuku grunted as he looked down at himself. Thankfully, he didn't get any spit-covered jelly on himself, more rather he only got it on the seat in front of him.
"Hot topic, huh? Just 1-A-" Aizawa tried to ask but Hizashi laughed.
"Are you kidding? The whole school is talking about it!" Hizashi smiled. "Nobody knew you had kids, Shou! Nobody! It comes out that you didn't have one but two? Oh, man…"
"You know…Hagakure's quirk doesn't sound so bad right about now." Izuku grumbled as Hitoshi finally managed to calm down enough to take a breath. Izuku reached over to the center console and opened it. He grabbed a stack of napkins and started to wipe the seat in front of him. He could already see the students, not just first years, oh no. Second and third years alike surrounded him and Hitoshi. The elusive Aizawa children.
"On a heavier note, Shou, the children…they did see you punch the hell out of Toshinori."
"I'd do it again."
"Shou!"
Shouta sighed. "Look… well, I'm going to have a long long talk with him when all of this is said and done. He had no right to ambush us."
"... I can't believe I'm going to do this." Hizashi breathed out. "Shou…" Hizashi leaned down and started to whisper so the boys couldn't hear him. "Toshinori tried to get Izuku out of there quietly. You stopped him, if you hadn't stopped him Inko wouldn't have had time to rush in the way she had."
Shouta looked at Hizashi. He looked like he was going to argue but he snapped his jaw shut and set his jaw. "Fine." He huffed a little defeated. "I realize that I didn't take the best approach, but you have to understand where my anger is stemming from."
"Of course I do."
The school bell rang and all four of them looked towards UA. "I guess that's our cue… boys, are you ready?" Aizawa looked back at his boys.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Hitoshi mumbled as he looked at the building. Izuku silently wiped up the rest of the jelly pouch and simply nodded.
"Let's get this over with."
Shouta stepped into the classroom first before the boys. His students stared at him with wide eyes and bated breath. Izuku and Hitoshi stood off to the side, not yet taking their seats. Shouta swept his gaze over the students sitting. He looked at Bakugo last. For the first time since arriving at UA, Bakugo was finally sitting up and at attention. His red eyes were full of curiosity as he and Shouta stared at one another.
Shouta stepped up to the podium and put both hands on it. "Let me explain before any of you get upset." He started off. "Are Izuku and Hitoshi my sons? Yes."
The class didn't speak. It was clear they wanted to though, they wanted an explanation. They deserved an explanation.
"Now, before you guys go around feeling upset and betrayed by this fact, I need you all to understand I told them to keep it quiet. Ever since they were of grade school level, I gave them a pseudo last name in an attempt to protect them. They've been keeping their real last name a secret since they were eight. If you're going to be upset at anybody for this, I request you be mad at me. Not them."
Students looked at one another. Again, not one of them spoke out of turn. They knew better, they knew to just let Aizawa continue before they asked any questions. Finally, it seemed he was done, Kaminari was the first brave soul to raise his hand.
"Yes?"
"Why change their last name?"
"I do it for protection. I'm a pro hero who's also a teacher at UA. My last name is plastered everywhere here. All it takes is one villain with a vengeance. One. So, while they're in school, Hitoshi and Izuku go by the last name Tora. Then, when they came here I was prepared to drop the act as they're training to be heroes, but then Nedzu put them in my class. The last thing I wanted was for my children, who worked hard to be here, to be unfairly treated and accused of nepotism. So, I had them keep the act up."
Another hand went up. Bakugo's. Shouta looked at him and nodded. "Yes?"
"When did you adopt them?"
"..." Shouta looked at Izuku and Hitoshi. Then he stepped down from the podium. "I adopted them both when they were eight. But…this is where I step down and let them tell their story. Boys." Shouta beckoned them with his finger.
Izuku and Hitoshi both stepped up to the podium. "I'll go first." Izuku took the reigns up as Hitoshi kept his mouth shut. He felt like he was at a press conference. It was almost funny if not a little sickening to have to do.
"As I mentioned to a couple of you. I'm missing the first five years of my memories. The first thing I ever remember is waking up in an alley. To…well…who would become my father smashing a guy's skull into the pavement? I guess the first thing I had asked him is if Hichan was okay because we had gotten separated. But I had such a killer fever that I don't remember much after that." He gave an awkward laugh and looked at Hitoshi.
Hitoshi looked at the class. His eyes were almost lifeless as he stared off. Then he said nobody was prepared to hear.
"When I was four I witnessed the beheading of my mother and father. They were right in front of me when it happened." He swallowed hard and licked his lips. "The man with Axe hands- Rion- at the USJ. That's the villain that slaughtered my parents in front of me. That's why a few of you heard him call me 'Shinsou.' that was my last name…was. Rion kidnapped me and brought me to…well…I don't know where." He scratched at his hair. "A lab? I guess. It was more like a torture house. That's where I met Izuku. Naturally, we gravitated towards one another during this trying time." Hitoshi looked over at his brother. Izuku looked at him and smiled.
Hitoshi saw white. It was just a small lock of hair at the back of Izuku's head. Something nobody else would really notice. He swallowed. Hard. 'Finish it quick before the beast can come out.'
"I… managed to get us out when we were five. That's where Eraserhead found us in the alleyway." He finished it swiftly.
Bakugo's hand rose and before Hitoshi could speak, Bakugo spoke. "How'd Deku lose his memory? That's what I want to know! You both met when you were four but he didn't lose his memory until he was five. The math just isn't adding up here for me."
"You got something you want to say, then say it-"
"Hitoshi." Shouta tugged on Hitoshi's ear swiftly. Silencing him. "Bakugo, what happened to Izuku's memory is a mystery. It's one we're trying to figure out ourselves."
"But you witnessed it?" Bakugo pointed at Hitoshi. "It's just kind of funny how out of two of you only one of you has a perfect memory while the other doesn't."
"You don't want the truth."
"Try me."
"Bakugo-" Izuku huffed in annoyance at the loud blonde but he never got to finish.
"Fine, tough guy. We were in a lab where these people did tests on us-" Hitoshi stormed up to Bakugo's desk and put both hands on it. The two of them were only inches apart. "We were tortured in that place day in and day out. I was five when I learned that there's such a thing as a fate worse than death. Five! The people that had us were twisted. I don't know what they wanted us for fully, but I'm glad we got out.
"We tried to escape from that place a grand total of eight times. The eighth time was the one that finally won us our freedom. Each time we were caught before that we were beaten. Each beating being worst than the last. But they didn't care because they had healers that could just heal us after they were done. I cried for the family that wouldn't come because these fuckers took them from me. Zuchan doesn't remember because his mind doesn't want him to remember! I wish my mind would make me forget! Stop trying to insist that I took my twin's memory!" Hitoshi slammed his fist down on Bakugo's desk at the end. Hitoshi had angry tears falling from his eyes which he quickly tried to wipe away.
The class was silent. How do you respond to that? You can't.
Bakugo leaned into his chair. His arms over his chest. Several moments passed before he finally managed to speak again."...Hey, Izuku. You don't remember your birthday, do you?"
Izuku blinked at the tone change. "Huh?" Hitoshi stood next to Izuku. His heart was pounding but he was hoping that he was playing it off. Hitoshi looked at the back of Izuku's head. The lock of hair was still there but not growing.
"I found it weird that you guys insisted you were twins when you weren't. You have no memories, so that tells me you guys went a birthday that wasn't yours. Probably Hitoshi's, right?"
"Uh… yes." Izuku nodded. "Right on the nose, actually."
"That's all I wanted, Nerd."
Shouta looked at the time. "Okay, let's wrap this up. Are there any more questions?" He asked. "For any of us."
Hands rose. All three of them looked at one another as they looked at all of the hands in the air. "Ones that don't involve very personal questions about the laboratory Hitoshi and Izuku were in, please. Even the pros don't know what to make of that."
A lot of hands lowered.
Iida's remained up. "Yes, Iida?" Aizawa inquired.
"This one is for you. Mr. Aizawa, why did you punch that man? Isn't it a good thing that Tora I-...Er…Aizawa I's mother knows that her son is indeed alive?"
"Right, I apologize that you guys had to witness that. I never should have lost my temper that way. What you saw was just the tipping point of my frustration towards Toshinori Yagi. That is all. Any other questions?"
Ochako raised her hand this time. "This one is for Izuku. Aren't you glad that your mother found you?"
Izuku looked back at his dad. Aizawa gave him a curt nod. Izuku then turned back to Ochako. "No? Yes? I don't know. As curt and as cruel as that sounds…I don't know her… she's basically a stranger."
Bakugo let out an audible growl a couple of students looked torn. Some were still trying to recover from Hitoshi's outburst.
"But…" Kaminari spoke next. "She's your mother."
"Allegedly." Izuku added at the end of Kaminari's sentence. "Regardless… please put yourselves in my shoes for a moment. You have no memories of the first five years of your life. You have no memory of your family in the past. Then, you get fostered and adopted by the hero that saved your life, but at that point you've been calling them 'mom' or 'dad' for at least three years leading to that point. They, by all rights, are your parent. They've loved and cared for you. Then eight years later a woman is hugging you and saying that they are your mother. Would you just jump at that and start calling her 'Mom' when the one who's been raising you is literally right in front of you?"
There was some silence as the students thought on Izuku's words. "I guess…you have a point," Kaminari whispered.
Finally, it felt that all questions were quelled, for now, and everyone was able to move on past this. Izuku and Hitoshi were made to take their seats while Mr. Aizawa was able to finally get started on Homeroom. Though, the questions took up a majority of their time.
Feeling eyes on the back of his head, Izuku turned to look at Hitoshi. Hitoshi was just staring at Izuku's hair. When they locked eyes, Hitoshi only gave his brother a tiny smile before focusing elsewhere.
Still, Izuku and Hitoshi felt a little better about this. It felt like a big weight had been lifted off of their chests. That they can finally move on.
Something smacked Izuku in the cheek while Aizawa's back was turned. He looked down at the tiny paper that had landed on his desk. Izuku looked for the culprit and his eyes landed on Kaminari.
So, he opened it.
'Let's eat on the rooftop for lunch. You guys are going to get bombarded in the cafeteria.'- Kami.
Izuku nodded crumpled the paper and stretched his arms above his head so they were over Hitoshi's desk. He then dropped the note directly on Hitoshi's desk with ease. He heard Hitoshi open it. Izuku sat normally when Hitoshi replied. In a soft whisper that only Izuku could hear. "Yeah, no shit."
When lunchtime did officially come and the three of them got ready to go to the roof, the door to the classroom opened and All Might stepped in.
Mr. Aizawa visibly tensed but knew better than to engage. This wasn't Toshinori, this was All Might.
"Hey, All Might!" Several students greeted as they started to pile out.
"All Might, what's up!" Kaminari grinned as the trio of them walked up.
"Ah, I was here to request Tora I to join me for lunch!" He flashed a bag of food.
"...Of course, All Might." Izuku gave a nervous little smile but nodded all the same. Like his father, he couldn't really engage in the way he wanted to. This was All Might after all. "And uh…you can drop the Tora name. The class knows I'm an Aizawa."
"Right of course! I heard about what went down yesterday! Never a dull day in heroics!"
It was tense to say the least and it was clear that Hitoshi didn't want Izuku to go. But Izuku did go with All Might.
They made it to his office where Izuku carefully sat on the couch in front of All Might. All Might pushed the brown bag towards Izuku. "I-...I owe you an apology, My boy. I was told you like Katsudon…" He whispered. Izuku opened the bag and sure enough, there was Tupperware full of pork Katsudon.
"Oh! Thank you." Izuku cracked the Tupperware open and started to cautiously eat. "And… apology accepted. It's not fully your fault." Izuku added.
"Still-" All Might deflated and Toshinori took his place. "Yesterday was a disaster…"
"It was." Izuku agreed as he munched on a piece of pork. "...I won't be interning with Gran Torino. I apologize for the inconvenience."
"Oh, your father made it quite clear that you won't be interning with Gran Torino, so I expected it and already told Torino in advance."
Izuku gave Toshinori a little smile. "How's your face? He hit you hard."
"Nothing Recovery Girl couldn't heal. The old woman gave me a fifteen-minute lecture before healing me up." Toshinori laughed. "She ranted on and on about the ramification of my actions. About how I need to think because I act and how I need to leave you guys alone."
Izuku gave a little laugh. "That sounds about right… Toshinori, did you make this Katsudon? It's quite good." He smiled as he was about halfway through his lunch.
"...Don't be too upset, but Inko made it for you specifically."
Izuku stopped as he looked at the food. The urge to drop the Tupperware was strong… but he didn't want to be rude. So, he continued to eat but a little slower now. "...It won't change my mind. I'm sorry to disappoint you…" He settled on saying. "Even if she is my mother…"
"She's not asking you to change your mind, Young To- Aizawa,... she's asking for a chance. Personally, I think you should give her one. All she's requesting is a weekend."
"..." Izuku polished off the last of the food. "We'll see when the DNA test comes back." was what he settled on saying about the matter.
"I guess that's all I can ask for, for the time being, that is. So, are you excited about your internship with Present Mic?"
"Yep! Uncle Cockatoo is great!"
A hot topic issue Hitoshi and Izuku were for the remaining week they were at school. Random students would come up to ask if they were really Aizawa's children. It was like the air around them changed. Izuku didn't like it. These students didn't respect them as fellow students, no, these students feared them.
Even Akisho came up to them one day and his attitude changed. He was more subdued and even seemed apologetic about what happened during the Sports Festival. A girl accidentally bumped into Hitoshi in the hallway and nearly fainted from worry. It made both boys feel…icky in a weird sense. They didn't like the feeling of being feared just because their father was a feared teacher in the UA halls.
"Hopefully by the time we get back next week, it'll be forgotten about," Hitoshi mumbled as he and Izuku stood side by side. Their hero costumes are in their respective suitcases.
Izuku shook.
"What's wrong?" Hitoshi asked.
"It's just…this'll be the first time we've been separated for so long…" He whispered to his brother.
"I know. I know." Hitoshi whispered as he put a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "I'll text you every day."
"Hichan. I'm grounded, remember?-" That was when his phone was suddenly in front of his face from behind.
"I didn't like the idea of you being without a phone during this time." Shouta suddenly spoke from behind Izuku, leaning over his son. Izuku took his phone like it was a long-lost treasure.
"Are you sure?" Izuku inquired softly.
"Do you want to give your phone back?"
Izuku then pulled the phone close to his chest in defense. "No."
"Good, Don't make me regret giving that back to you." Shouta then pulled Izuku into a side-way hug. "You behave while you're with Hizashi, understood?"
"Yes, dad," Izuku whispered as he noticed his other classmates were starting to come out with their own suitcases. Shouta ruffled Izuku's curls before turning to Hitoshi. The two of them talked amongst themselves while Iida started to walk by Izuku-
"Iida?" Izuku called to his friend and Iida paused before turning.
"Yes?"
Izuku stepped up to Iida. "Listen, I know you're going to Hosu-"
"Izuku, it's fine-"
"No, hear me out, please, not as your class representative or even classmate… but as your friend. We're friends…right?" Izuku asked softly.
Iida's hard eyes softened when Izuku asked this. He reached over and gently patted the top of Izuku's head. "Of course, we are, Tora-er-Aizawa."
"Then please, don't do anything too dangerous in Hosu." Izuku whispered weakly as he grabbed onto Iida's hand.
"I… I need to go, I'll miss my train." Iida started to pull away and Izuku had no choice but to let go.
"Please, be safe!"
"I will!"
Izuku watched Iida go. "I'll text you!" He called out again while waving as Iida was swiftly making his retreat. Iida didn't respond and Izuku brought his hand down. 'Be safe… I know you have to be upset about what happened to your brother, but don't be reckless.'
Others of 1-A started to say goodbye. Their excitement was palpable and Izuku couldn't blame them. They had every right to be excited they were finally getting a taste of what it takes to be a hero. Even Izuku was excited despite his worry for Iida.
"Little Listener!" Present Mic came up behind Izuku and wrapped him in a hug. "Oh, this is going to be so fun! Just you and me for an entire week!" Izuku could feel the man's grin as he held him.
"Hello, Uncle Cockatoo! It's been a while!" Izuku turned and grinned up at Hizashi.
"Yep! I'm going to show you all the ins and outs of hero work. C'mon, we'll go to my home and we'll start from there!" Hizashi was nice enough to take Izuku's suitcase from his hands.
"Oh, thank you."
"C'mon, little Listener. This week is going to be rockin' between the two of us!" Present Mic wrapped an around Izuku's shoulder and pulled him. Together the two of them started to walk away and Izuku looked over his shoulder at Hitoshi.
Hitoshi was looking at him. 'Goodbye.' Izuku mouthed.
Hitoshi gave a wave. 'Stay safe.' Hitoshi mouthed back.
A week away from his family was terrifying but at the same time. It was thrilling.
Izuku was ready.
"I won't lie. I'm surprised you chose me."
Shouta turned towards the doorway of his empty classroom, his back firmly pressed against the nearest window and he looked at Shoto Todoroki.
Todoroki held his suitcase beside his legs as he looked at Mr. Aizawa. "In all honesty, I chose you because I like your fighting style, that and…You see, Mr. Aizawa… I want to use my fire and you have the ability to turn quirks off. If my fire gets too crazy then I know that you can help me."
Shouta looked at Todoroki before smiling a tiny smile. "Very well, but while we're doing this internship, Freezerburn. Drop the 'mister' part of my name. Aizawa or Eraserhead only."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Then, we're late."
"Late?"
"Yeah, you should have been in your hero costume ten minutes ago." Aizawa looked down at his watch. I'm giving you five minutes, if not then I'm leaving for a patrol and you'll have to find me on your own-" With that, Aizawa put his yellow goggles on, opened the window, and jumped out.
He grinned at the shout of "Sensei!" from the now opened window. It was honestly the loud he's ever heard Shoto Todoroki speak.
Trading two children in for a completely new one was going to be a strange change for Shouta, but nothing he wasn't willing to at least try. Yes, this week was going to be a fun change of pace, for sure.
Shoto Todoroki's logic: I should get close to my inlaw's while I got the chance.
Obviously that's not true but it's funny to think of. Also, real quick. Izuku's hero name was something I've been thinking of since I started this story as I knew I didn't want to use 'Deku' as a name. I apologize if you don't like it, but I like the idea of him being a hero that 'steals people hearts'.
