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.
Updates on Wednesdays
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CHAPTER 2
"Oh Shouta, they are sooo cute!" Nemuri cooed. Shouta rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. He wished Hizashi was here to do this with him, but his husband had insisted shopping for children required a woman's assistance.
Kiku stared up at the dark-haired woman and Shouta could see her mind at work trying to figure out which hero she was. He wondered if she would be able to figure it out. Nemuri was dressed in civilian clothes – a dark purple blouse and black slacks, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail and sneakers on her feet instead of her trademark stilettos. Shinso scooted behind Shouta, gripping his pant leg, face hidden against the black material. He reached down and stroked the boy's soft puffy hair. The style and texture reminding him of pictures he'd seen of those old Troll dolls from before the quirk era.
"Where are we off to first?" Nemuri asked, offering little Midoriya her hand.
"Shou-sama says we needs clothes and hy-hy-hy jeans," Midoriya replied, sliding her smaller hand into Nemuri's slightly larger one. The top of her green curls nearly to the woman's shoulder. "Are you really a pro-hero too? I don't recognize you. Your costume must be much different. How old are you? How long have you known Shou-sama? Can we get Mochi while we are out?" Nemuri's eyes widened at the stream of verbal diarrhea. She could hear Shouta chuckling as they walked out the door to the elevator, little Hitoshi clinging to his hand.
"Whoa, Hizashi's letting you drive the Lightning Bolt?" Nemuri gasped, staring at Hizashi's prized canary yellow convertible. She assisted Shouta with strapping the children into the back seat. Shouta glanced back at Hitoshi who was nearly engulfed in the seatbelt.
"Yes. First stop the Mall. We need a booster seat for Hitoshi." He replied as Nemuri slid into the passenger seat beside him. "Hizashi has classes to teach today, so it's just the four of us until supper." Aizawa paused as he backed the convertible out of its slot. "He wants to know if you will join us for dinner? He's making Katsudon."
The conversation continued as they drove to the nearby Mall. Half an hour later, they were interrupted by a moan from the back seat. Shouta glanced in the rearview mirror and color fled from his face and he began to look for a place to pull over. A moment later the sound of retching could be heard from the back seat.
"Uh, Shou-sama, I don't think Toshi likes car rides," Kiku spoke up from the back seat, voice trembling with disgust. "Eew! 'Toshi, not on me! Gross!" At the sound of the child being violently sick again, Shouta hastily pulled over. The greenette was covered in vomit and holding Hitoshi's hand, trying to reassure him when Shouta opened the back door. The odor from the back nearly had him adding to the mess before he pulled his gag reflex back under control. He'd smelled worse on patrol, but not often.
"No, Mic-san won't hate you. It isn't your fault. Shou-sama, tell him he's not in trouble please." Kiku plead, cerulean eyes watery, nose wrinkled from the stench of vomit covering her and half of the white leather upholstery. Shouta scooped the sobbing child up and hugged him, ignoring the mess on his clothing. "I not mean to be bad. Pwease don't hate me," Shinso blubbered, wiping his nose on Shouta's black t-shirt.
"Shh, shh," Aizawa rubbed the boy's back, "I don't hate you. I could never hate you and Hizashi won't either." He's going to cry over the car though. Shouta thought.
"Shou-sama, I have to go potty really really bad," Kiku spoke up from the other seat. Nemuri was trying to figure out how to unbuckle the child without touching the vomit. Shouta hid a smirk as the little girl rolled her eyes and unbuckled the seatbelt.
Shouta glanced over at the girl who was coated in her brother's vomit. "Right, well…" he looked around and grimaced. The nearest building was Endeavor's agency. He sighed. Well, at least they would have a bathroom. There was a loud clunk and little Midoriya's face turned a brilliant red. Her lip trembled as she held up the door handle she had been leveraging herself against as she climbed out of the car. "I didn't mean to." Shouta just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Nemuri helped the little girl from the car wincing as she held the child's slimy hand.
It was only a few minutes' walk to the lobby of the agency during which time Hitoshi quieted, still in Aizawa's arms and Midoriya got more and more fidgety. They swept into the lobby to the horrified stares of the immaculately dressed employees. A young woman rushed forward to meet them. "I'm afraid we aren't open to the public sir."
Shouta sighed. Endeavor was such an asshole to work with. "I'm a pro-hero and this is an emergency. We just need to use a bathroom." He reached into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew his wallet, opening it to his license.
"Shou-sama, need to hurry." Kiku begged, dancing in place and holding herself.
"I'm sorry sir. The restrooms are for employees only. Endeavor's orders."
The elevator door dinged, and a tall man with a fiery beard stepped out while Shouta and Nemuri argued with the receptionist, waving their licenses in her face.
"Endeavor-sama, I need to use your potty please!" Midoriya turned watery blue eyes up at the tall man. He paused and glared down at her for a moment. She smiled brightly at him. "I gotta go real bad. Please. I'll try not to break anything, I promise." She hopped up and down. Enji's eyes softened and he turned to the small figure behind him. "Fuyumi, please escort our guests to the restroom." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he took in the vomit covered children.
"Yes, father." A slender girl of about fifteen, white hair flecked with red, shifted out from behind her father and bowed politely. "If you will follow me, I will show you the way." She held out her hand to Midoriya who took it gratefully. Midoriya smiled brightly up at Endeavor again. "Thank you, sir! You are a great hero."
Endeavor escorted Eraserhead and Midnight to another office and instructed one of his interns to bring some spare clothing for the two adults as they waited for Fuyumi to return with her charge.
Aizawa noticed Endeavor's distraction. The man kept frowning thoughtfully, looking at the hallway where the girls had disappeared before shaking his head and returning to the conversation.
"Something bothering you?" he asked hesitantly. "Hmm…no. It's not possible it's just I would swear that I've seen that girl's smile before…" Todoroki replied, looking back at the hallway and mumbling "…and those eyes… Never mind, I must be imagining it. I don't think he even knows what to do with a woman. Even if he did, there's no way he would leave his child to be fostered by others."
Aizawa just stared at him in shock. Whose child did Enji think she was? He remembered Kiku's smile. It sure was bright enough to rival All Might's. He shook his head. There's no way. All Might had been in the States for the last seven years. Surely he wouldn't have left his own child behind, especially in an orphanage where all manner of things could befall her.
The girls returned shortly trailed by a small boy with bi-colored hair and eyes. Enji proudly introduced his children, nearly fawning over little Shoto who it appeared had inherited both parents' quirks to the obvious pleasure of his father. Kiku was now wearing a white dress that must have belonged to Fuyumi once upon a time and fidgeting nervously. At a barked order from Endeavor, one of the assistants lead Aizawa off with little Hitoshi.
They returned a short time later, clean and changed. Endeavor obviously kept additional clothing on hand for when his children visited the office. After a few polite farewells where both parties offered to return the others' laundry after it had been cleaned, they took their leave. It would be a few hours later before one of the many employees discovered the crushed doorknob on the inside of the women's restroom and Enji would again start to wonder.
Aizawa left the car parked and texted Hizashi the location, warning him of the damage before turning and leading the others to the train station. The rest of the trip was rather peaceful save for Midoriya's constant questions. Nemuri finally took pity on the young girl and revealed who she was. Shouta nearly choked on his tongue when Nemuri had to try and explain what R-rated meant to the six-year-old. He didn't think he'd ever seen her blush before.
The remainder of the trip was uneventful except for the disagreement between what Kiku wanted to wear and what Nemuri thought she should wear. Nemuri wanted to dress the girl in dresses and frills. Kiku insisted that heroes didn't wear dresses. She preferred Jeans and shirts with pictures of Heroes on them; All Might being the top favorite. In the end, a compromise was reached. She would select one dress of Nemuri's choosing complete with accessories and Mary Janes. In exchange, Shouta purchased her an All Might hoodie, backpack and a set of notebooks and pens to practice her writing and take notes on heroes with. Her previous notebook hadn't survived the orphanage. The rest of the clothing was more practical, though why she insisted on the bright red sneakers instead of the more practical black ones, he'd never know.
Comparatively, Hitoshi made no fuss though that was partly because every time he reached for something with a cat design on it Shouta happily added it to the cart. In the end, he came away with just as many clothing and accessories as well as a large black cat plushie half his size which he toted around for the remainder of the day.
-Later that evening…
Hizashi cried on Shouta's shoulder that night as he explained how expensive fixing his baby had been. Shouta just sighed and patted his husband's shoulder promising they would take the train from now on as Hitoshi didn't seem to be bothered other forms of transportation.
-Police precinct, same time…
Naomasa hung up the phone, frustration evident by the tenseness in his shoulders. "That Brat! No wonder Toshinori left for the states if that busybody was what he had to deal with all the time!" He took a deep swig of coffee and pressed the intercom on his desk. "Li-san, get me the number for the American Embassy."
Half an hour later, he sat back satisfied. Someone at the embassy would track down All Might and get a message for him to call Tsukauchi. Now he could turn his mind to more important things like poorly run orphanages where the care bordered on and sometimes crossed the line into abuse. He pulled officer Kamizaki's report on the interrogations and began reading.
He frowned at the transcript. Every time Kiku had broken something she'd been punished, often the withholding of meals or being locked in her room for days on end with no reprieve except bread and water and a twice daily bathroom break. It was sheer luck they hadn't started beating her. Shinso had it worse. He'd been dropped at the orphanage at the age of four after his parents were killed in a villain attack. Discussion with a helpful caregiver looking for a reduced sentence as well as some of the older students at the orphanage revealed that every time Shinso used his quirk he was muzzled and children and adults alike were ordered to ignore him. He was punished every time he tried to speak, often with slaps up until Midoriya showed up at the orphanage two months ago. Though actually a couple of weeks younger than him, she had become his most staunch defender. Protecting him from being 'punished' by the older students and the staff. Several of the incidents involving Midoriya's quirk usage were due to her efforts to protect Shinso and some of the other small children, usually those who had weak or 'villainous' quirks.
Tsuragame Kenji was still in the hospital recovering from a broken nose and shattered jaw from where Midoriya had head-butted him when he attempted to steal Shinso's breakfast a week prior. Two days ago, one of the older boys ended up in traction after she kicked him into a wall. That had taken a while for Tsukauchi to get to the bottom of. The little shit was a pedophile in the making and had attempted to use inappropriate touches on some of the girls at the orphanage. Midoriya had objected to being groped and had lashed out at him.
All the children under five revered Midoriya. She shared her food with them, comforted them when she could and protected them any time she could. 23 broken walls, tables and other pieces of furniture including 3 beds when there had been thunderstorms – he'd have to let Aizawa know about the girl's fear of storms. Over twenty reports of mild to severe quirk-related injuries. The orphanage had been looking for another place to ship her off to when the children had run into Eraserhead - literally.
Tsukauchi chucked. As soon as they had shown up at the orphanage, the headmistress had tried to accuse Shouta of being a villain. Six hours of investigation and interrogation, three forms and a simple call to a judge friend of his had seen a foster license fast tracked for Shouta and Hizashi. Several other children were temporarily staying with other officers or heroes while foster families were found.
He stood and cracked his neck, a glance at his watch reminded him his wife was probably holding dinner for him. Grabbing his trench coat from where he'd slung it across an empty chair, he exited the precinct.
