A BNHA fanfic.
My Hero Academia/BNHA is owned by Horikoshi-sama and all affiliated Media. I make no profit from playing in their universe.
A/N: This story is mostly complete. Don't ask me to change anything because I'm not going to.
Whenever possible Updates will be on Wednesdays. (I know today is Thursday, but I fell asleep before I could post)
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CHAPTER 1
"Honey, I'm home," Yamada Hizashi burst into the apartment in his normal flamboyant manner. An explosion of giggles halted him. Two strange children were sitting at the table swinging their feet, eating sandwiches. Shouta sat next to them, tapping a laptop mouse with one hand while holding another sandwich in his left. Yuki and Kuro coiled up together at his feet.
Shouta lifted his head, a distracted look in his eyes. "Oh, your home 'Zashi." He laid the sandwich on the plate and glided over to Hizashi, pecking him on the cheek. More giggles followed that gesture, followed by a gasp.
"Toshi, look. I think Shou-sama is married to Present Mic!" The taller green haired child gasped. Hizashi glanced down at his husband, blonde eyebrow raised in inquiry.
"Umm… Shou? I'm used to you bringing back strays, but those don't look like cats." Hizashi stammered, trying to understand why two children were sitting at their kitchen table. They had discussed adopting someday down the road, but that hadn't been part of the plan for at least another five years.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? All Might and I had an affair seven years ago. These are our children," Shouta told him with a deadpan face. Giggles erupted from the table behind him.
Hizashi stared at him in shock for a few moments before laughing. "I think that's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Seriously, I know how much he annoys you. I take it we are fostering then?"
Shouta nodded. "Kiku, Hitoshi, come meet my husband, Yamada Hizashi."
There was a loud crash followed by the shattering of glass as the chair Kiku was sitting on shot backwards through the patio window as she burst out of the chair in her haste to greet the Radio Host Hero. She skidded to a halt, turning to stare in shock at the broken window. "I'm sorry!" She collapsed to the floor, a river of tears erupting from her eyes. Hitoshi looked at the adults warily, shifting his stance to put himself between her and them, one arm around patting the back of his wailing friend.
Hizashi watched with wide eyes as Shouta rushed forward gathering both children in his arms, his calm voice soothing and reassuring them that all would be well. "After all," he smiled down at the two children with a sly grin as tears turned to sniffles, "Hizashi can well afford a patio door or two. I promise we won't send you away for a simple broken door."
Blue eyes tinted with green shone up at him filled with desperate hope. "Really truly you won't?" The plea in her voice brought tears to Hizashi's eyes. He slid to his knees in front of the children. "If Shouta says we're keeping you, you better believe it little listeners." He wrapped his long arms around the group of three and pulled them close. "You're family now and family sticks together."
-a few hours later-
Shouta sighed as he flopped onto the sofa beside Hizashi, two file folders in his hands, one significantly thicker than the other. His mind drifted back to the investigation of the orphanage…
Shouta had known the moment he stepped through the door that Rising Sun Orphanage should have been shut down years ago. Layers of peeling gray paint stretched across walls rife with gouges scrapes and even a hole. The floor was swept but appeared to have never met a mop and amid the smell of urine and sour food, he could the odor of mouse feces. A portly matron in a stained apron greeted them, smelling as though she had bathed in Sake. He could hear a baby crying in a room down the hall and the sniffling and whimpering of several other children. They'd been there less than 10 minutes before Naomasa called in his precinct and a couple of Heroes to shut the place down. Luckily, there were only ten children being fostered there at that moment. It had been six exhausting hours of examining documents, questioning workers and children and searching out foster placements for 10 kids…
"If you'd seen them trying to protect each other from the older boys who were trying to bully them and seen the conditions of that orphanage, you'd have taken them too." He handed the thicker folder to Hizashi who opened it at peered at the information about Kiku. He looked at the birthdate, looked over at Shouta who had his head tipped against Hizashi's shoulder and then looked back at the documents again. "She's only six? I would have thought she was ten at the very least."
Shouta shook his head. "The poor child has been shunted from orphanage to orphanage. None of the foster families would take her after the first one. She accidentally crushed their pet cat when she tried to pet it. She was two. They registered her quirk as "Breaker" instead of a strength quirk which it appears to be. The bastards at this last orphanage even broke privacy laws and told the other children there that she'd killed her mother."
Hizashi glanced at him. "This says her mother died in childbirth." He glanced down the page further. "Fifteen pounds? Holy Batman, she was fifteen pounds when she was born?"
"Yeah. Naomasa spoke with the hospital she was born at. She was 28" long at birth, nearly twice as long as a normal newborn. I spoke with the doctor that was present at her birth. Her mother Midoriya Inko Hemorrhaged giving birth to her. The father, a Yagi Toshinori isn't in the picture, though from Naomasa's tone, he may have a suspicion as to who he is. He's going to try and track the guy down. I just hope he's not a villain." Shouta rubbed his sore hip where she'd crashed into it earlier in the day. Wincing, he pulled up his shirt. There was a large softball sized black bruise about the width of Kiku's forehead on his left hip. Hizashi gasped on seeing it.
"Shou, how'd you get that?" Long fingers gently traced the purple skin, sending shivers down Shouta's spine. Hizashi unfurled his long frame and wandered into the kitchen for an ice pack.
"She and Hitoshi crashed into me when they were running from the bullies. That must be where her shoulder struck me. I hadn't even realized she hurt me; I must have been distracted with everything else." He continued to explain the events of his day while Hizashi tenderly attended to his injury.
"The poor children. She has some sort of Strength quirk she was apparently born with. Hitoshi has a brainwashing quirk. The kids are all convinced they are villains. Even those horrible second-rate adults in charge were convinced." It was rare for Shouta to show any emotion. To see him on the verge of tears almost Broke Hizashi. Shouta hadn't cried since Oboro's funeral. "All the two of them could talk about was wanting to be heroes. She breaks things and people because she can't control her over-powered quirk, and people fear the boy because he can control minds. With the right influence Hizashi, they would both make great heroes."
Shouta took a deep breath and reached for the small shot of bourbon Hizashi had placed on the side table next to him. He took a small sip before continuing. "Most of her trouble with the other kids stems from trying to stop the older children from bullying the younger children. She was only in that orphanage for two months, but in that time, she's accidentally put three children in the hospital when she tried to stop the bullying. One girl reported that the last boy had been making inappropriate advances at the younger girls. There was an indent in the wall from where she kicked him into it."
"You did the right thing Shou. They are easy to love, and desperate for love and acceptance. She didn't stop smiling all evening once we told her they were staying. I think I'll talk to Nezu though and see if he will let us use one of the training rooms to help her with her quirk. We should also talk to Recovery Girl and Hound Dog." Hizashi wrapped his arm around his husband and led him to their bedroom.
