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A/N: This is set in an alternate universe where they address the Overhaul arc before All Might's fight with All For One at Kamino Ward.
Summary: Toshinori's life had changed drastically ever since his undercover mission using his civilian identity to infiltrate the Shie Hassaikai Yakuza group. Glancing at the green haired teen with an unusual healing quirk and horned little girl – he now had a family to come home to. DekuMight, Domestic Fluff, AU Cannon Divergence, Healing Quirk Izuku, Kid Fic, Touch Starved, Recovery, Codependency, Language
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Found Family
"I'm home." Toshinori calls out as he enters the moderately sized apartment UA had provided him with on the school premises. At the time, due to the secrecy around his true form and his personal mission of training his successor (the reason for becoming a teacher at UA in the first place), Toshinori was advised by Nedzu about considering living on UA grounds. This allowed him the privacy and proximity to Recovery Girl, in the event his health took a bad turn and access to the school's facilities to train his protege after the campus hours - not that the principal would forbid him from using the grounds or equipment, rather it gave a plausible reason for All Might being seen on the UA grounds. However that was all in the past, post his final fight against All For One; where his emaciated body was exposed to the world, effectively retiring him from official hero work.
In a way, he was partially relieved when his secret was exposed; because keeping up the persona whilst juggling hero work and teaching in a three-hour time limit was both mentally and physically exhausting.
Thankfully, he wasn't as gaunt as before when that fight was televised. He wasn't anywhere close to his All Might form, but not as thin as he was when he first began working for UA. Glancing across the room, his eyes fell upon a familiar sight of a green haired teen sitting on the couch folding a pile of freshly laundered clothing, whilst supervising the little girl seated on the floor by the coffee table completing her homework. They were the reason behind his improved health and survival after his fight with All For One.
Something he would be forever grateful for.
"Welcome back." Izuku and Eri warmly replied in unison, smiling at him as he took off his shoes at the genkan.
The teen set aside the clothes on his lap, and stood up to approach Toshinori. The blonde hero had rescued the two of them from the Shie Hassaikai yakuza group during an undercover mission. Doing hero work in his civilian form had felt strange. Almost as if he were walking around naked. However, considering he had infiltrated that particular yakuza group; his identity as a wounded quirkless man proved to be all too perfect. Especially since their ideology of quirks being a disease towards humanity helped him move within the ranks relatively undetected.
Walking towards him, Toshinori took in the appearance of the younger male. He was still dressed in the UA uniform; minus the blazer and tie with the shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms. Despite Toshinori seeing them multiple times over, he couldn't help but stare at the numerous bite marks littered all over Izuku's forearms. Allowing his eyes to travel down further, his gaze lingered momentarily on the covered legs. Where he knew more bite scars were scattered across the teen's lower thighs and calves. Due to their time spent together, he had come to know each and every one of them – there were thirty-eight on Izuku's arms and twenty-three on his legs.
Although it had been years since he first met them in the infirmary of the yakuza's underground complex. His eyes would immediately pick out a familiar bite mark on the teen's right forearm (bite number thirty-eight), as Toshinori recalled the particular memory which led to its existence.
X.
To be honest, Toshinori had forgotten how being quirkless felt like. Soon as the yakuza members learnt about it, they immediately marked him off as a non-threat. Instantly, he was dismissed and overlooked. Sure, there were some who pushed their quirked nature as being superior, but the lack of suspicion and hesitation was appalling. Admittedly, he was guilty of the same behaviour. Although, after this mission he would ensure that the hero agencies would incorporate the same level of vigilance towards quirkless citizens; especially for those working in the hero industry.
Who knew if any of them were spies for villains?
When Mirai first approached him regarding this mission, Toshinori had initially refused. Maybe it was the frustration of being forced into semi-retirement early that made their relationship sour, as their conversation became strained and distant. He knew that his old sidekick had the best interest in heart; but having his uselessness and death rubbed into his face, was not exactly the best way to prove a point. It took Naomasa and Torino-Sensei sitting him down and verbally thrashing (a physical thrashing from the old man) him until he saw what the offer actually was.
An olive branch.
Begrudgingly Toshinori picked up his phone and recanted his initial response.
There were only a few people present for the initial briefing. Only those who knew about his true form; Mirai, Naomasa and Torino-Sensei. Mirai explained that the Shie Hassaikai yakuza group was suspected for the distribution of a quirk enhancing drug called Trigger, and they needed information about the manufacturing and distribution network before they could launch a full-scale raid. It had confused him at first, why Mirai would call him, All Might the most recognisable hero in Japan for a covert operation; but then his old partner elaborated that they wanted him to infiltrate the organisation as Yagi Toshinori, his civilian alter-ego. He recalled raising an eyebrow at that idea, but remained silent nonetheless. Mirai went on to explain that the head of the operation – Chisaki Kai was rumoured to be an anti-quirk idealist, and the fact that Yagi Toshinori in the system was registered as a quirkless man heavily injured due to a quirk attack would help the hero enter the organisation with least amount of resistance.
It was a good plan, but extremely delicate. They not only had to hide that he was All Might from the yakuza but from the police as well. Although he had passed on the One for All quirk to Mirio, he had the three-hour limit and was still working in his hero persona. It was already planned for him to exit the industry once Mirio had built his image as the new Symbol of Peace. As a result, if this operation went south and his identity were to be revealed, especially as his now emaciated and injured civilian form, that alone would cause many of the larger plans to fall apart. Toshinori knew that even though Mirai wasn't known for risky plans such as this, he appreciated the effort of his old partner to include him in such work. This mission was an apology for the harsh words Mirai had said after his battle with All for One.
Saying that he wasn't useless.
Afterwards it was nothing but a lot of paperwork, further building his identity in the system as Yagi Toshinori. Down on his luck, a quirkless man, who had lost everything after his attack, hence looking for a place to work and stay. It was tailor-made for the recruitery of the Yakuza to take him in. Just as Mirai predicted his quirkless nature and the fact that he was crippled by a quirk-attack made his introduction a lot smoother compared to the other recruited members. Although he started off as nothing but a caretaker of the premises along with some other new joinees.
Personally, the mission was nothing much, as for someone who thrived on intense action the entire routine was mind-numbingly boring. He hadn't found any information regarding the manufacturing of the drug, except for the regular meeting with other rival gang members. However, Toshinori did notice that the majority of the meetings were held within their compound and not at any other location. He was willing to bet that there was an entire compound underneath them (he had seen such operations before), which he still didn't have access to. Access that he needed for this mission to be a success.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long either. All it took was protecting the boss Chisaki Kai from an attack and suffering through a small beating. Toshinori had known that the inner members were qualified to handle it, but his gamble paid off when he woke up later in an infirmary, with the young leader patiently seated beside him. Taking note of the lack of windows and noise, he safely deduced they were underground. Whilst discreetly observing his surroundings, Toshinori noticed that the dressing of his wounds was professionally done and he was stripped bare from the waist up.
Purely out of habit his hand went to the old wound on his side.
"You've lost a lot to quirks, haven't you?"
Toshinori immediately turned towards the speaker, and barely managed to suppress the impulse of activating his quirk. He took in Chisaki Kai's figure as the younger male adjusted his posture. Although he'd never spoken to the man before, except the occasional nod regarding cleaning the compound, Toshinori knew this man was not someone to be taken lightly of. Despite Chisaki's rather quiet and reserved demeanour, he had heard from the other employees about his powerful quirk. There wasn't much information available due to the young man spending his life with the yakuza (so public records were empty), and save for those in the inner circle who had seen his quirk in action.
Whatever it was, Toshinori knew it was brutal – there were many times, he and a few of the others would have to clean up the blood splattered around the room after certain meetings.
"A lung and a stomach," He replied softly. Bending his head down to appear subservient, "It isn't much to some people, Boss." Noticing the lack of response, he added, "They said I was fortunate."
"Fortunate?" Toshinori heard the steel in the leader's voice. Honestly, if the man was on their side, he would have felt touched at the anger Chisaki held for him.
Not lifting his head, Toshinori simply nodded.
There was a small pause as neither of them spoke, but it was broken by the young leader once more, "I am a man who values loyalty and what you did - although unnecessary, should be appreciated." Even though Toshinori hadn't lifted his eyes, he noticed the other members entering the infirmary and agreeing with their leader.
"Yagi Toshinori." Chisaki announced to the room, "You are now my personal caretaker."
Internally smirking at the reward his gamble had provided him with, Toshinori put forward the look of bewilderment as he glanced at Chisaki Kai's face before bowing low from his seated position on the bed. "Thank you, Boss."
"Enough of that." The leader ordered, and Toshinori straightened. "Let us fix you up before going into your new role." He watched as the young yakuza head made a gesture at one of the members near the door.
"What do you mean, Boss?" This time Toshinori wasn't acting as he let the confusion slip into his tone. However, no one spared him any attention.
Soon the infirmary door swung open once more, and the member who had left the room re-entered – this time he wasn't alone. Beside the man was a young teenage boy carrying a little girl in his arms. They were both dressed in what resembled a hospital gown and all their visible limbs were wrapped in tight bandages. In his career as All Might, Toshinori had come across many children, especially those who were subjected to systematic abuse and neglect; and from their appearance he could tell that both children had spent a considerable time underground. Their skin was far too pale for it to be a natural skin tone, and it was a safe bet to assume they were both older than they look.
If he had to guess the boy would be in his mid-teens, and the girl he would place in elementary. They were underweight, but not severely – indicating that the yakuza weren't starving these children. However, they weren't providing them with enough either. Overall, apart from their weight and lack of normal clothing, they seemed to have the basic hygiene necessities. The boy's green hair was evenly cut short and neat, whilst the girl's pale hair had appeared to be washed and brushed. In his experience, children that were imprisoned lacked those core requirements, resulting in overgrown matted hair and terrible body odor.
Then again, Chisaki Kai was obsessed with cleanliness. He wouldn't be surprised if it extended to how he kept his prisoners as well.
Lowering his gaze, Toshinori noticed they both lacked footwear of any kind. Possibly due to the fact they were never allowed outside to require any in the first place. Clenching his teeth, he suppressed the rage building inside of him. Toshinori didn't know why the Shie Hassaikai would imprison children, but something told him he was going to find out and he wasn't going to like it.
He observed as the teen along with the girl were guided to his bedside, right next to where the leader was currently sitting. Although the boy had kept his eyes on the floor, there was a brief moment Toshinori saw him tilt his head up to meet his gaze, before quickly returning his attention back to his feet. It was obvious the boy was terrified, Toshinori could see the fear in those green eyes and the tremors in the teen's hands as they moved to adjust the child in his arms. The girl must have noticed it as well, for Toshinori saw her bury her face in the teens shoulder and began clinging tighter.
They all remained silent till the teen was beside Chisaki, and the leader placed a gloved hand on the boy's head, "Yagi-San, please meet the Shie Hassaikai's healer – Izuku." Then moving his hand to the girl, "This is Izuku-Kun's healer, Eri."
Toshinori could see both children practically stop breathing due to the sheer amount of fear they were feeling. For such a response to develop, they had been abused and conditioned for a long time. Tightening his hold on his bed sheets to control his anger, Toshinori distracted himself by allowing his attention to focus on what Chisaki had mentioned. Healing quirks are rare, especially ones that could regenerate body parts; and what made the rarest of them all were the ones that would heal and regenerate other people. Throughout his lifetime, Recovery Girl's quirk was the only one that could function as a healer quirk and even she couldn't regenerate missing body parts.
The boy's -Izuku's quirk obviously could do both healing and regeneration, otherwise Chisaki wouldn't have bothered with introducing Toshinori to him in such a matter. However, the pay off for the use of this quirk must have been great, which was why the girl's quirk is required – to negate its effect. This would be a first for Toshinori, as he had never seen a regeneration quirk used on another person. Part of him was curious to witness such a quirk, but was hesitant as well for he didn't know what the drawbacks would be for the teen.
However, there was part of him he hated but reluctantly acknowledged.
Hope.
A tiny flicker that appeared when the realisation sank in, that he could be healed.
Completely.
Toshinori tried to snuff it out by recalling the numerous medical reports, Mirai's predictions and the potential danger the teen would be placed in; but it wouldn't go away. Not when the offer was right in front of him.
Those conflicted emotions must have shown on his face, for Chisaki began laughing softly, "I assure you, Yagi-san." He patted the boy's head once more, "Regenerating organs is nothing for our Izuku-Kun."
That must have been a cue, for the teen sat down on Toshinori's bedside; allowing him to free his hands from carrying the girl, but she continued to remain on his lap, with her hands around his thin neck. Once he was in a comfortable position, Toshinori watched as the teen began unravelling the bandages around one of his arms. As the white cloth unwrapped inch by inch, it took all his will power not to activate his quirk and smash all the members in the room.
The boy's arm was covered with scars.
Scars in the shape of a human bite mark.
Toshinori didn't know how to react, he was just… shocked. He watched as the teen lifted his skinny forearm (there was barely any unmarred skin, as every inch was covered with the indentation of human teeth), Toshinori couldn't count them for many just over lapped each other. Glancing to teen's covered arm and legs, he couldn't help but wonder, were they covered in bite marks as well? Eyes drifting upwards, he noticed the boy's neck was also bandaged. Toshinori fervently hoped that it was limited to only the teen's arms. Although, deep down he knew his gut was right.
"Bite." A faint voice broke his thoughts bringing him back to reality.
It took him a moment to realise it was the teen who had instructed him, and Toshinori glanced hesitantly at Chisaki who simply nodded.
He wanted to refuse; but doing so, would compromise the mission.
He wanted to apologise to the teen; he didn't want to hurt the boy, nor did Toshinori want the boy to be coerced to use his quirk on him.
If only they had got to these children first and not the yakuza. Things would have been different.
'I'm sorry.' Toshinori apologised in his mind as he gently leaned forwards and bit down on the fleshier part of the teen arm. The least he could do was ease the pain of the bite – he'd seen the bite marks closer to the teen's wrist had scarred worse than those further up the arm. Not to mention wounds in those areas bled more than further up (the last thing Toshinori wanted was to make the boy suffer the symptoms of blood loss, given the teen's weight he couldn't afford to lose any blood either).
"You have to break the skin, Yagi-San." Chisaki instructed, and Toshinori noticed the slight annoyance in the tone. The man was losing his patience.
'I'm sorry, Izuku-Kun.' He repeated once more, before increasing the pressure. He could feel the teen tense and the boy's breath hitch as the skin was punctured. 'I promise you. I will save you and Eri-Chan from this place.' He continued remorsefully.
As the scent and taste of metal filled his nose and mouth respectively, Toshinori almost released his jaw from shock. Along with the taste of blood coating his tongue, he felt an immense force of energy entering his body – flooding every inch of him. He felt unfocused and hyper focused at the same time. He could feel the energy rushing through his nerves and crawling under his skin – the dull throbbing of wounds and aches of chronic pain quickly fading away. He could hear his own heart beat drumming in his ears, and his finger twitched with adrenaline. Each ragged breath became deeper, almost as if the tube he normally felt breathing through was growing larger and wider – allowing more air into his system. Then came the excruciating pain on his injured side. Although it wasn't as bad as the time of his battle with All For One, it still made him jerk away.
Toshinori fell back against the bed frame supporting his upright posture. Gripping his throbbing scarred side, he gasped through the waves of pain. He could still feel that strange energy thrumming through his body as it focused around where his missing lung and stomach would be. Once the pain began to subside to a manageable level, Toshinori opened his eyes once more.
Blinking away the tears and wiping away the sweat on his brow, Toshinori could see Chisaki was steadying the now unconscious teen upright, as the girl held the boy's face in both her hands. This was when he noticed the blood dripping not only from where he had bitten, but from the teen's nose as well. The boy looked even paler than before, and drained. Almost as if all the life within him had been pulled out of him. Toshinori watched silently as the little girl sobbed as she concentrated, lighting up the little horn on her forehead. With a pained gasp, the teen's eyes flew open once more and as the seconds passed, the colour began returning to his face. After a few moments, the teen weakly patted the girl and she promptly powered down her quirk; collapsing into his weakened embrace.
The three of them remained in that position for a few minutes as they tried to regulate their breathing. Toshinori was the first to recover, as he noticed the act of breathing felt easier and fuller. Taking a few experimental coughs to see if any blood would come up, he was surprised by the lack of it. Touching his injured side, he was equally shocked to find the previously missing ribs now under his skin. The only things that stayed the same was the mangled skin of his scar.
However, what really baffled him was hearing his stomach gurgle with hunger – he felt hungry.
"We will send some porridge." Chisaki spoke up, as he gestured to one of his members to collect the collapsed children on Toshinori's bed. "Although, your stomach is good as new. The rest of your system needs to adjust to your new organs."
Still barely processing what had just happened, Toshinori chose to simply nod in response.
Before the leader exited the infirmary, he turned around and gestured to the unconscious teen and girl, "Yagi-San as my personal caretaker, your duty is to keep watch over them."
X.
"How was your day?" Izuku asked in Portuguese, pulling Toshinori from that memory as he motioned at him to handover his briefcase.
"Nothing unusual, just the same. Students being overzealous, and teachers being exhausted." He replied back smiling softly.
During his stay in America, he had spent a considerable amount of time flying in and out of Brazil. Due to his bouts of homesickness and missing his country, David suggested visiting the South American country due to the large population of Japanese currently residing there; specifically, in São Paulo, Paraná and Mato Grosso do Sul. His friend had explained it was the result of the labour shortages on the coffee plantation in the early twentieth century, that coincided with the Japanese immigration being barred in the United States. Toshinori knew from his school's history lessons that there was a rise in poverty in Japan during this time due to the end of feudalism. So, it made sense for his countrymen to migrate to Brazil in search for a better life.
Regardless, their descendants continued to thrive in the country and this made him travel to Brazil and befriend many of them. Seeing the familiar architecture and tasting food he'd known from his childhood made his entire stay in the west bearable. It only took walking around in the Liberdade district to bring back the memories he had of Okinawa. Fortunately, he had the foresight to pick up the language which proved to help in the undercover mission. It was completely unexpected, but during the time he was the caretaker of Chisaki, he would hear Izuku speaking to Eri in Portuguese. Which made him question the origins of the children.
Due to his quirkless cover and his supposed loyalty to the young boss, the members had been rather forthcoming with their information. Apparently Izuku was a child of Japanese couple the old boss hired as his caretaker and chef during his stay in Brazil. The teen's mother was an exceptional cook which impressed the previous leader enough to bring the entire family back to Japan. From what he gathered the father became the head housekeeper of the compound until his wife had passed away due to an undiagnosed illness; which resulted in his subsequent disappearance – Izuku was only fourteen at the time and even for the Shie Hassaikai, Midoriya Hisashi was nowhere to be found.
This unique background resulted in Izuku learning both languages fluently, as his parents had spoken to him in Portuguese and to communicate with the yakuza members he would have to switch to Japanese. It was also an advantage Toshinori exploited in speaking with the teen – providing privacy to their conversations and fostering a trust with the teen and girl. Toshinori still recalled the shock when he first spoke to them in private using the language.
X.
"Midoriya Izuku." The teen answered carefully, when Toshinori asked for their names. Although they had been introduced through Chisaki, he felt it was better (more humane) to ask for it from the two themselves. Izuku never lifted his gaze from the book held before him, but Toshinori could see speaking the language had made the two of them stiffen suddenly - however they hid their surprise well. Izuku and Eri were seated by the table in the room (or cell, as Toshinori referred to it in his mind) and he had slowly lowered himself to join them with his own reading material. Toshinori took note the book seemed to be little advance for Izuku's age, but he had watched the teen pretty much lay down a solid foundation of reading and writing for Eri. it would be an insult to consider the teen anything less than intelligent.
With a nudge from her male guardian, the girl also quietly introduced herself, "I'm Eri." Before quickly shying away and returning her attention to the colouring of the picture book before her.
Not wanting to let this shaky opportunity of a conversation pass him, Toshinori quietly presses on by asking, "If you don't mind me asking, what are your quirks?... You don't have to answer, if you're not comfortable… It's just quirks really fascinate me..."
Most of the surveillance was only video, giving him some leeway to gather information. Since he couldn't access the main source, he could gain some credible material from the teen and girl. Sooner he got hold of the information, the sooner he could pull them out of this terrible nightmare.
The topic of quirks must have struck a chord with Izuku, for it was the first time the teen looked him in the eye. He watched the boy silently assess him; meeting his gaze the teen whispered, "You like quirks too?"
Toshinori nodded and smiled slightly. The teen seemed to contemplate his words for a moment as he answered, "You would probably find out from the other members anyway." Looking at his bandaged arms, "Mine is called Life Bite and Eri-Chan's is known as Rewind."
"From what I see, you heal people who bite you?"
"I use my life energy to heal." Subtly gesturing to Toshinori, "Greater the injury, greater the quantity of life force required… Use too much of it... and I could die."
Eri makes a stifled sound, and Izuku runs a hand through her hair soothingly, as the teen continues, his voice soft yet firm, "Life force is like your life span… Which is where Eri comes in. She rewinds me? back to just before I heal. That's why the scars are there."
"If she can rewind people to a state before an injury, wouldn't it make sense for her to heal people instead of you?" Toshinori asked curiously.
Izuku's brows furrow, but he continues to elaborate. This time a little slower, "She can't rewind everyone… She can, but she doesn't know how much is enough." Returning his attention to the book, "Picture everyone's lifespan as a ticking clock. She can rewind that minute hand but she has to know exactly where it stands now and how much she has to push it back. Each person is different. Each hand ticks differently." Stroking her head, "She rewound her father out of existence; and since we are constantly together, she knows my clock's ticking pace exactly."
"Why does she rewind you to just before the bite mark?"
Izuku hummed at that question, but this time it was Eri who answered, "Because it's like a marker on the clock… When Izu-Nii gets bitten I feel as if the minute hands move forward really fast, so all I need to do is move them back to that point... I don't know how much I would rewind before that."
Toshinori pales at the realisation that Izuku could have died healing him. That every time someone had bit him, he had lost a bit of his life span and only recovered it simply due to Eri's quirk. It was an incredibly delicate balance they were playing with to heal and treat people. He was pretty sure neither of them received any formal training for their quirks, and whatever Chisaki wanted with Eri; Toshinori had a feeling it had to do with the girl's ability. Allowing the conversation die down, he continued to watch them. Tightening his fist with determination.
He had to wrap up this mission fast.
X.
That conversation marked the beginning of their relationship. Gaining their trust was a slow and arduous process, and thankfully Mirai had the foresight (perhaps due to his quirk – but Toshinori never knew for sure with his old partner) to create a cover story of All Might working abroad during that period. Shifting his eyes, Toshinori's gaze fell on Izuku's neck. Since the teen had removed his tie and popped open the top button, Toshinori could see the bite marks littered around his neck. Although all of them were smaller in size than the ones Izuku had on his hands and legs – indicating they were made by a child, and due to the time spent as the yakuza leader's caretaker he discovered they were made solely by Eri after her experimentation sessions with Chisaki.
All of them, except one.
Just above the collar of bite scars that were at the base of the teen's neck was a much larger bite mark on his left.
It was the second time Toshinori experienced Life Bite.
It was also the second time Izuku and Eri saved his life.
His fight with All For One was brutal and he was extremely grateful to Izuku for healing him earlier, otherwise he would have struggled even more. Regardless, it was a victory he just barely survived coming out on top. He was prepared to die that night on Kamino Ward afterwards, but Izuku and Eri both appeared at his bedside along with Chiyo. Toshinori tried to reason with them, especially since Izuku was training to use his quirk without putting himself at risk. However, both have been stubborn and refused to listen.
"Toshi, we thought you were happy with us… We thought we would be a family together..." Izuku cried out as tears dripped down Eri's and his cheeks.
"I am happy and I do want to continue our life together." Toshinori replied, heart wrenching at the tone as he reached out slowly to brush away their tears. "I don't want you both risking yourselves to save me."
"Toshi, you saved us. Let us save you." Izuku replied as he leaned towards Toshinori seated form. A strange sense of déjà vu at the familiarity of the scene. Him... injured and seated on a bed, with Izuku seated beside him and Eri on the teen's lap. Although this time, instead of an arm; it was his neck.
"Biting my neck would heal you faster than biting my arms or legs." Was the only explanation provided by the younger male, and Toshinori simply sighed before sinking his teeth once more into the soft skin held before him.
It wasn't like he possessed the energy to fight back.
Thinking back, he was grateful for their habit of speaking to each other in Portuguese; for Chiyo would have easily misinterpreted their words back then. His fight with All For One was about a year since Toshinori had rescued Izuku and Eri from the Shie Hassaikai and due to their unique situation, it was arranged to have them live with him. The close bond they had built during the mission continued and the three of them found themselves falling into the typical family dynamic quite naturally.
It was obvious Izuku and Eri couldn't be placed into a normal rehabilitation institution; especially given their quirks and the trauma they had faced. Toshinori could see how overwhelmed they were with just being outside the Yakuza compound, and going back into a regimented clinical environment would do more harm than good. Eri had refused to leave Izuku's arms and the teen had responded in kind – treating anyone who was not Toshinori with poorly veiled hostility.
As expected, Principal Nezu had come through with a suggestion to station the two at UA. The chimera reasoned, having Izuku and Eri live within the school premises was the perfect way to reintroduce them into society. Not to mention the clear lack of education they both have missed out on. Toshinori had once asked discreetly Izuku how long they had been underground and the teen calculated about two years. They had been sent downstairs when Eri developed her quirk at the age of four and counting the months, Izuku estimated she would be turning six soon.
"Oh, what day is it?" Izuku had asked, genuinely curious.
Glancing at his phone, Toshinori recited the information.
"Then I turned sixteen about a month ago." He commented nonchalantly to the shocked hero.
Toshinori had expected the two to be older than they appeared, but seeing their stunted stature and learning their actual age only implied how bad their imprisoned environment was. Even now, after three years and with the younger male turning nineteen recently, Izuku still held the stature of being in his mid-teens. From the information Izuku had given to the police, Toshinori had figured the effect on the teen wasn't as damaging when compared to Eri. Izuku had a rather normal upbringing until his mother passed away and which led to his legal guardianship being passed to the previous head of the Yakuza. It was also surprising to learn that Eri was the granddaughter of the leader, but was discarded by her mother when she rewound her father out of existence.
X.
"Everyone else was scared to touch her, so the responsibility of looking after her fell on me… I guess being in close contact for that long is why she can control her quirk with me." Izuku pondered out loud to Naomasa.
With the initial briefing completed, the discussion moved on to where Izuku and Eri would stay. Placing them into student dorms with their current mindset would only do more harm than good. Students were not trained in handling such trauma recuses, and it wasn't as if Izuku and Eri could join the current curriculum. The teen had two years of schooling to catch up to before he could even consider joining the UA classes.
There was a lot going back and forth, until the teen spoke up, "Toshi-San – I mean All Might."
Toshinori smiled, "You can keep calling me Toshi. It's fine Izuku-Kun." It was what the teen was familiar with and had grown used to given the past few months.
Izuku smiled brightly at the hero, before hesitantly continuing, "I would prefer if we could stay with you… if that is not too much of a bother."
Aizawa who had joined them in the operation agreed it would be the best option, considering Toshinori's bond with them would help the two to adjust to a normal life. Additionally, unlike the other teachers at UA, he had a private accommodation on campus due to his civilian form. Although the teacher's dorms were a distance away from the students, they didn't ensure complete privacy. The last thing they needed was a UA student posting online about his true identity.
Toshinori surprisingly agreed with the suggestion. Despite being a private man, he had grown accustomed to the close contact with Izuku and Eri for days on end. Besides he had been partially reluctant to let them go, especially to an institution or some secret rehabilitation centre. Mirai would have said he had become attached, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Regardless of it being a mission, he had greatly enjoyed spending his time with Izuku and Eri.
"Not to mention your injury and utter inability to look after yourself." Aizawa snarked good naturedly, "You'd need all the help you can get."
"Yeah…" Toshinori sheepishly drifted off. With everything going on he knew he had forgotten something, "About that…"
Never before had he felt smaller having Mirai's, Naomasa's, Torino-Sensei's and Aizawa-Kun's piercing stare directed at him.
X.
"Are you alright?" Izuku's voice broke through Toshinori's thoughts once more, with his tone full of worry.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." Toshinori replied and smiled as he felt a cool glowing green palm rest against his cheek. "Thanks, but it's not necessary." He continued but couldn't keep himself from leaning into the soothing touch.
Izuku giggled lowly and indulged this little activity by continuing to keep his palm on Toshinori's cheek. The teen had come a long way. His training with Chiyo had resulted in him being able to use his quirk in a non-self-detrimental way. With enough practice Izuku was now able to heal people without them having to bite him and pulling upon his Life Force. Instead, he was able to focus his stamina and energy into his hands, causing them to glow green and allowing him to heal others when he touched them with it. Although, this method was slower than the original way his quirk was supposed to work – it was far more versatile and safer.
Despite Izuku's intelligence and hard-working nature, the teen still lagged behind his peers. Although he'd caught up with the curriculum, he was still graduating a year later. This was mostly due to the combination of catching up on missed schooling and the additional training of his quirk (it took a considerable amount of time to figure out a non-harmful way for him to use it). However, the difference wasn't noticeable as Izuku had a completely different schedule to those of his age. Healing quirks were rare and Chiyo had taken the teen under her wing; being fully responsible for his education and training. As a result, most students only knew Izuku as the assistant to the school nurse.
Feeling the weariness slip away, Toshinori hummed approvingly before placing his hand over Izuku's and bringing it to his mouth where he pressed a soft kiss on the fingertips; causing the teen to fluster bashfully as he deactivated his quirk.
Over the years of their shared accommodation, Izuku and his relationship had gone through many changes – each stage drawing them closer than before. During his mission, Toshinori had bonded deeply with the two of them, as they were the only ones, he didn't have to be on guard constantly. Also speaking a language, they both associated with comfort and safety; reassured and grounded them through the difficult times in the yakuza complex. Toshinori couldn't explain, but he too would always relax and soothed by speaking Portuguese – perhaps it was due to all the positive memories he associated with the language and he knew Izuku felt the same (as it reminded him of his parents and the life he had before). Although Eri possessed no ties to the language, she learnt to speak it from Izuku as he would often comfort her with it; especially after those brutal sessions with Chisaki.
It had been an unconscious and unspoken agreement at the time, but after the mission; they still continued the habit of only speaking in Portuguese amongst themselves. Usually it was done only within the walls of their apartment, as it was rude to speak to each other in front of those who couldn't understand it – but there were times, they wished to have some privacy in their conversations when they were in public. This behaviour appealed to Toshinori, as it gave him a sense of belonging and a place where he fit in.
Toshinori always kept people at a distance. Growing up, his quirkless nature had alienated him from the other children; and then after being given the One For All quirk he held the responsibility of defeating All For One. Toshinori never had the luxury of being able to build relationships, let alone maintain them. Those who were acquainted with him always held the risk of being targeted by his archnemesis. For their safety, he would keep people at a distance. David and Naomasa were the only two he allowed into his inner circle, but even then, he constantly worried about their well-being. Despite all of that his relationship with them never reached the level he had with Izuku and Eri.
From the time he first met them, the teen and the girl were always physically close. There wasn't a moment where Toshinori wouldn't see either Eri snuggling into Izuku's embrace or Izuku reaching out to stroke her hair. Hugs, kisses and generally touches being exchanged were the norm between the two. It was as if there was an invisible bubble cocooning them. What he didn't expect was how he too would be pulled into that very same bubble of physical comfort and affection – not that he complained about it, on the contrary; he rejoiced in it.
His lack of interpersonal connections, resulted in him having little to no positive physical interactions (sexual or romantic relationships were practically non-existent since he went Pro; as he couldn't use his hero persona due to how recognisable it was, and his true form was far from desirable pre and post injury). Thinking about it, before he went on the mission; Toshinori hadn't realised how touch-starved he had become until Izuku and Eri began reaching out to him as well. It was Izuku who had quietly pointed it out, asking him if anything was wrong as Toshinori initially used to tense up at the slightest touch from either of them.
It was a result of having his only form of physical contact through fights and spars, but he couldn't help react in such a way either. It was unintentional, on how he kept an eye on the whereabouts of everyone who were in a room and where their hands or legs were. A touch from those he wasn't familiar with would always feel uncomfortable - he couldn't shake the feeling of something slithering under his skin. As All Might, rescuing people and public appearance were all part of a show and an act that he was prepared for. However, his guard was up even through those times. At UA his identity as All Might made his colleagues keep a wide berth away from him; and even when they do reach out to pat his back or sling an arm around him shoulder, Toshinori couldn't stop the tension and anxiety from twisting painfully in his gut or the crawling sensation under his skin. He could barely suppress the shiver or the need to move away from the unwelcomed touch in those moments.
However, when either Izuku or Eri placed a stray hand on him those feelings would never emerge. Initially he did tense unknowingly, but that unpleasant feeling he was used to never followed. No matter how brief or light, their touches would always feel intense and numbing; but never uncomfortable. Unlike with others, Toshinori found himself craving and leaning into their calming presence. Ever since Nana, he never felt such warmth and affection in another's caress. It felt comfortable and soothing, like a cool balm on a burn or wound easing all the anxiety and tension away. Being starved for positive physical interactions had made Toshinori crave intensely, and as a result he too would always reach out to either of the two whenever they were nearby.
This change in behaviour wasn't immediately noticeable to him. For it took Aizawa to point it out.
"Since I know you and what they had been through, it's fine." His perpetually tired colleague commented suddenly when they were working alone in the teacher's staff room one afternoon. "But you may want to tone it down when you are not alone."
"What do you mean?" Toshinori asked, clearly not understanding what Aizawa was implying.
The teacher paused his work and looked over the screen, levelling a firm gaze as he elaborated, "What I mean is don't be all cuddly with Izuku in school. Eri is fine for now, but keep it down with the teen." Keeping his bored and deadpan tone, "Otherwise, people will talk… Student-Teacher relationships are not as welcomed as they are in romance manga. Especially with an underaged student."
Hearing that shocked Toshinori to the core as he played back each interaction, he had with Izuku. Thankfully the teen was on a private course with Chiyo as his quirk nor aspirations fit into Heroic, Support, General Studies or Management courses offered at UA (he had confided with them he wanted to be a hero like Recovery Girl). Besides, Izuku wasn't used to large crowds or life outside the yakuza complex. Those factors alone had prevented any nasty rumours from forming, but as Aizawa mentioned it would only be a matter of time if they continued being so physically affectionate and intimate in public.
That particular conversation had also made him think about his relationship with Izuku and Eri. It was obvious Toshinori considered them as family. The dynamic they'd fallen into was familial, each playing their part. Somewhere along the lines he had assumed the stereotypical role of father and head of the household, whilst Izuku was the nurturing maternal figure; and Eri was considered their child. It showed in their behaviour, especially when they went out to shop for groceries and supplies for their home and shopkeepers would often comment how adorable his family was. Toshinori hadn't paid much attention to their behaviour as he was used to zoning out public chatter; but after Aizawa had pointed it out, he couldn't help but notice it now.
Glancing around the apartment, he was still taken back how homely it had become. He recalled before Izuku and Eri joined him, the apartment was the typical bachelor pad. Spartan in its decoration, cold and bare. Now, there were a variety of potted plants and colourful throw pillows on the couch. Books litter every surface – belonging to all three of them and soft rugs on the floor. The kitchen had more utensils, and there was always something in the fridge to eat or drink. Toshinori couldn't recall the last time he had needed to order in or buy a bento from the nearest conbini. Every meal was a warm home cooked meal.
"We are having Gyudon and Candy Apples for dessert." Izuku commented amusedly, for he must have seen Toshinori's eyes drift towards the kitchen and swallow at the mouth-watering smell of beef in the air. Izuku had inherited his mother's talent for cooking as there wasn't a single meal Toshinori had disliked – that or he was being biased (not that he cared).
"Eri-Chan's favourites… Did something special happen today?" He asked as he shifted his attention to the child studying at the coffee table.
"I got a perfect score on a Japanese test today." She answered as she scrambled from her spot to where they were standing in the corridor; holding out her test paper.
Taking it to his hand and glancing at the large hundred percent marked on the top right corner, he leaned down and kissed her temple as he ruffled her hair, "That's amazing, my girl." Despite her lack of formal education, like Izuku she was picking up the courses fast and catching up to her peers. She should be able to start middle school along those of her age in no time.
"I told her; we would only speak to her in Japanese if she didn't do well in this test." Izuku added, watching Toshinori run a hand through her hair, causing Eri to snuggle into his side.
"Now that would be cruel." Toshinori replied, picking up the little girl into his arms as he peppered soft kisses on to her temple, causing Eri to giggle in his arms.
"But necessary." The teen huffed, raising an eyebrow. "You spoil her too much, Toshi."
Pulling the teen into an embrace, Toshinori leant down and pressed a gentle kiss on Izuku's forehead, as he purred in English, "As if I don't spoil you too."
Izuku flushed at the tone as he averted his eyes in embarrassment, but Toshinori felt the teen reach behind him and squeeze his bottom to reciprocate. Eri had yet to learn English properly, which allowed the two adults to use it as their own private language for conversations she was too young for. Izuku wasn't as fluent as Toshinori, but he was conversational in it.
Clearing his throat, Izuku replied casually, "I'm nearly done with dinner. Let's wash up before we eat." Although his voice was nonchalant, Toshinori could see the arousal fluttering across the younger male's expression.
Similarly, to how they wound up in a family dynamic, becoming romantic and sexual with Izuku also happened without his knowledge. Not that he couldn't recall their first time together – that memory was forever burned into his heart (it was sometime after Izuku turned eighteen last year), but when their relationship became more than just close friendship was what he had trouble pointing out. The change wasn't immediate, as touches began to linger and the air between them became heavier. It felt right that night, when Toshinori moved from watching a movie on the couch to pressing his lips against Izuku's.
Naomasa had warned him about relationships forming during stressful situations, especially considering the unnatural level of codependency between Izuku and Eri (and recently Toshinori himself) – they had improved greatly from when Toshinori had first met them, but there was still a long road ahead of them. Despite the words of warning, Toshinori wouldn't allow what he had now to slip through his fingers. Not for a chance that it could be an unhealthy relationship. He finally had a family and a place he could call home (perhaps he was as dependent on Izuku and Eri just as much as they were on him).
"Sure." Toshinori agreed as he carefully put Eri back to the floor and Izuku returned to the kitchen to attend to the cooking meat after placing Toshinori's briefcase on a spare chair.
Once the beef was mostly done, Izuku switched off the flame and washed some rice for the rice cooker. Switching it on, they all headed towards the bathroom where they undressed and walked in. The washroom was styled similarly to a Japanese public bathing house - giving them plenty of room, as Nedzu took into account that Toshinori may have needed to shower in his All Might form. Bathing together was a habit that carried over from their time with the Shie Hassaikai, and it hadn't felt strange to continue the ritual. It was a bonding activity and it often soothed them as they would usually help washing each other (indulging their touch starved nature). Izuku and he would usually tie a small towel around their waist and Eri still being a child would just run around bare.
It usually started with Toshinori sitting on the taller plastic stool with Eri seated between his legs on a much smaller one. Izuku would usually be standing behind him as he would wash Toshinori's hair and the retired hero would wash their surrogate daughter's. It was a routine that took many tries before they could find the most efficient process. For it would ensure Eri was the first to be washed as her hair took the longest to dry, before attending to themselves.
Relaxing into the sensation of Izuku's fingers rub soothing circles into his scalp, working the shampoo through his hair. It was comforting to feel the warmth of his partner as bathing was the only time, they could spend enjoying the skinship without the distraction of any screens in their vicinity. Even now, Toshinori couldn't imagine how he managed to live this long without having this in his life. Pampering and being pampered in return, knowing every touch held affection and adoration was deeply comforting and relaxing. Not having his guard up and to be able to lay himself bare to another without the worry of being attacked was addictively refreshing. Tension leaving his body, he leaned into the touch; only to jerk back at the sound from a disgruntled Eri in his arms.
Izuku let out a low laugh and Toshinori ran a hand through her hair as an apology, pulling her into an embrace and nuzzling her. The girl quickly forgave him as she returned the hug before snuggling into his arms. Scrubbing the rest of her down and rinsing off the soap suds, Eri quickly ran out stating something about some remaining home work.
"Don't forget to wrap your hair, otherwise your clothes will be damp." Izuku called out after her.
"I won't, Mama." She teased back and Izuku let out a pleased huff. Although the term was used playfully, they both knew Izuku loved being addressed as such. Toshinori could say the same for the times she called him 'Papa'.
Now alone in the bathroom, Toshinori once more leaned into Izuku's touch. Rinsing the shampoo and conditioner, he remained pliant as the teen gently ran the loofa across his back and neck. Rubbing in a circular pattern up and down his arms, whilst the blond focused on his front and back. Washing off the soap, Toshinori guided Izuku on to the empty stool between his legs to return the favour. Shampooing the teen's locks, Toshinori marvelled how soft and silky they felt in his fingers – unlike his which needed constant conditioning to keep it from drying. Rising and then massaging the conditioner into Izuku's hair, he allowed his eyes to take in the teen's nude form.
After their rescue and exposure to sunlight, both Izuku's and Eri's skin regained its healthy colour. However, unlike Eri's and his, the teen's skin tone was warmer and surprisingly freckles began to appear all over his face and body. Toshinori assumed it was his Brazilian heritage, as such physical attributes were rare in Japan; especially when one considered his hair was naturally curly. Washing the conditioner, he then began gently scrubbing the teen down. Since they were now alone in the bathroom, both Izuku and he removed the cloth tied around their waist.
Gliding the loofa lower, Toshinori focus shifted to Izuku's bare plump and well-rounded bottom. That was also something uncommon in Japan. With a consistent supply of properly balanced meals, the teen had quickly gained weight and his toned body was the result of his training schedule. However, the usual wiry Japanese build, Toshinori was used to seeing in students hadn't appeared in Izuku; as thicker thighs and buttocks developed instead – giving him a fuller and more curvaceous figure. It was something Toshinori had missed seeing from his time in the west. Much as he would appreciate Asian beauty, there was something about the larger body types that appealed to him.
With the final rinse of all remaining soap and conditioner, Toshinori drew Izuku into an embrace as he placed a series of soft kisses to the back of the teen's neck. Nipping and suckling a few marks along the way as he continued to lavish his partner with attention. Although he never spoke about it out loud, he enjoyed seeing his bite mark on Izuku's neck. Unlike Eri's which were at the base of the teen's neck and could be hidden with ordinary collared shirts, his was in the middle; making it difficult to cover as the scar would always peak out no matter what Izuku wore. Initially Toshinori had felt guilty seeing that bite mark, as it reminded him of the pain the teen would've gone through to heal him; but as time passed, it began to spur a wave of possessiveness within him.
Toshinori wasn't the only one who noticed the uniqueness of Izuku's appearance. It was quite common to see the female students' fake sickness just to be treated by the teen, neither was it unusual for the male students to surround him whenever Izuku joined Toshinori during his practical lessons to provide first aid. As much as it was amusing to see Young Bakugou and Young Todoroki regularly scuffle with one another for some inane reason (clearly posturing to show off in front of Izuku), Toshinori would always finish the periods feeling irritated. Nevertheless, Izuku picked up on his mood and remained close beside him to ease off the jealousy.
Suckling on the bite mark, Izuku let out a low moan as his back arched into Toshinori's chest. During their many sexual encounters, he discovered rather quickly how sensitive the scars were for the teen and usually would trace them with his fingertips to tease Izuku. Although Toshinori wanted to edge the younger male into a sobbing mess, they unfortunately had a hungry child waiting outside in the living room; so, he opted to speed things up a bit tonight. Maybe he could talk Aizawa into babysitting Eri for a bit, so he could have his way with Izuku. Toshinori knew how smitten the reclusive man was with the little girl, so it wouldn't be impossible to convince the underground hero.
Lightly pinching Izuku's nipples and pebbling them between his fingertips, Toshinori allowed one of his hands to slide lower. Gently grazing his nails against the teen's skin as they made their way towards Izuku's now erected cock. Pulling back the foreskin and rubbing the head with his thumb, Toshinori watched as Izuku's hand flew towards his mouth to stifle the series of whimpers which escaped as his legs quivered at the sensation.
Nipping the teen's ear, Toshinori growled as he reached to pull down the hand covering Izuku's mouth, "You can let your voice out. You know we are far away from the living room."
"But not far enough." Izuku gasped out as he bit his lip.
Humming in response, and pumping the teen's cock a couple more times; Toshinori gently lifted Izuku to his feet as he stood up. Guiding his partner to the tile wall in front, he pressed Izuku against it. Grinding his erection into the plump bottom he was admiring not too long ago, as he increased the pace of his hand; causing Izuku to whine and tremble against him. The contrasting feeling of cold tile on his chest and Toshinori's warmth from behind only intensified the pleasure as the teen clawed at the wall. Reaching above him, Toshinori grasped at the small bottle of silicon lube they tucked away on the bathroom window ledge.
Withdrawing to slick his cock, Toshinori pulls Izuku back allowing the teen to brace himself with his hands against the wall, bending forward slightly.
"Cross your legs." Toshinori instructs as he growls into Izuku's ear.
Despite how thick and toned the teen's thighs were, the upper inner portion where his cock would rest; remained soft as fat still stubbornly clung to that particular area. Firmly gripping the teen's hips, Toshinori positioned himself between Izuku's thighs; as the water and lube made it easy for him to slide through. Groaning into his partner's back, Toshinori draped himself over Izuku; pressing soft kisses on the teen's freckled back as he began to thrust.
Although it wasn't as tight or warm as entering inside Izuku, the sensation was equally pleasurable as he would feel the contrast of the hardness of the teen's muscles squeeze around his cock whilst the softness of the fat would cushion his length. Toshinori loved how the skin of Izuku's thighs would cling on to his foreskin pulling it back and forth as he thrusted his cock between them. Reaching below, Toshinori fisted the teen's cock and began pumping again, this time matching his pumps with his thrusts. Izuku tightened his thighs reflexively causing Toshinori to stumble at the sudden increase of pressure around his length.
Pulling back but not letting up from stroking Izuku's cock, Toshinori squirts a bit more lube on his fingers before he begins to tease the teen's tight rim. Careful not to spill any on the floor as that would turn their bathroom into an impromptu skating rink (which would definitely ruin the mood for the two of them). Seeing Izuku bite back a moan as the first finger breached the tight rim, Toshinori felt around for that sensitive spot which would make him cry out and shiver. It didn't take long for him to find it as he had more or less memorised every pleasure point on the teen's body once their relationship turned sexual.
Rubbing the area with the pad of his finger, the blonde continues to slide his hand up and down Izuku's length in order to distract his partner from any discomfort from the insertion. Allowing a few moments to pass, Toshinori immediately notices when the teen relaxes around his finger as Izuku becomes used to its intrusion. Taking note of that, he gently slips in another causing the younger male to tense up once more; however, this time the tension melted away sooner. Once three fingers began pumping in and out of Izuku smoothly and the teen slowly descended into a blubbering mess, Toshinori decided he had prepped enough.
Izuku whined as the blonde withdrew all his fingers, but tensed with anticipation when Toshinori positioned the head of his cock against the now slicked rim. With one slow but fluid motion, Toshinori buried himself to the hilt in that perfect supple bottom. Unable to stop himself, he slapped a cheek – drawing out a choked cry from the teen and a hiss from Toshinori as Izuku clenched tightly around his cock at the sharp sensation. When he felt Izuku relax and adjust to his length, he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward once only his tip remained inside. Toshinori didn't have to see to know the teen was biting his lower lips to muffle his cries for his hands were busy bracing them against the wall. With each thrust Toshinori increased his pace and the strength of his thrust, enjoying the delicious wet slick warmth that enveloped his entire cock.
Feeling Izuku tense around him as the younger male approached his orgasm, Toshinori sped up the pace of his strokes on the teen's cock. Within the next few pumps, the younger male clenched down hard around his length and shuddered as the aftershocks of his climax flooded his system. The increased tightness and full body jerks tipped Toshinori's building orgasm over the edge as well, for he soon followed Izuku to completion by emptying himself inside the teen.
They remained froze in that position until they both regained their breathing, and Toshinori straightened himself along with Izuku. Pressing the teen against the wall once more, he released a low groan into Izuku's back as he slowly began to extract himself from the still clenching opening. Toshinori chuckled lowly when he heard a soft whine of disappointment from the younger male. Gently flipping his partner around, Toshinori curled his finger underneath Izuku's chin to tilt his head up. Lips swollen and reddened from biting and eyes half closed, but filled with a haze of the post climax; Toshinori smirked knowing he was caused of the clearly blissed out expression on the younger male's face. Leaning down he pressed his lips against Izuku's, tenderly brushing his tongue soothingly against those bruised lips as a silent ask of permission.
Izuku instantly melted into his embrace as he relaxed his jaw, allowing Toshinori to deepen the kiss. Running his tongue across the teen's teeth before tangling it with Izuku's, he moaned into his partner's mouth. Suckling gently on the swollen lips, Toshinori broke the kiss for air. Breathing heavily against each other, he buried his nose in the teen's damp hair and tightened his arms around the younger male. A few moments passed as they remained in that position, allowing the lull to recede.
"Let's wash up and start dinner, before Eri kicks up a fuss." He murmured, reluctantly parting.
"It's a good thing you told her boys needed to shower longer, otherwise she would have broken down the door by now." Izuku commented amusedly, as they began washing away the lube and cum off their bodies.
Toshinori laughed – life was good.
A/N: Essentially, I wanted to write a fic of Deku healing All Might. But I also wanted one where they parent Eri as well. So, I decided to smash these two tropes, and Voila! Yeah, I gave Karin's (from Naruto) healing ability method to Izuku but I tweaked it a bit. The idea where Izuku is from Brazil and speaks Portuguese was a little headcannon of mine that I wanted to slot in somewhere. Wasn't planning to include the smut – but thigh fucking is woefully underutilised act.
Side note, a Japanese bathroom have two major styles. The western ones which we are mostly familiar with, but some places where space isn't an issue, mimic the public bathhouse style. Usually there is an area in front of the bathtub where people would wash and shower before soaking in the tub.
Also, communal bathing is the norm in Japan. Children will bath with their parents well into adulthood (Although it is separated by sex. Girls with the mother and boys with the father; but when they're younger it doesn't matter). This usually declines as the kids grow up, but that differs from family to family. Hence there is nothing unusual about Eri bathing with Toshi and Izuku – it's just familial bonding.
Feel free to share your thoughts and comments about it. Would love to hear it! Would love to hear it! You even can reach out to me on Twitter(MiaVilmarix).