Full Stories

by DevilsCourt

The robot is amazing for grammar. From original works to fan fiction, many stories are here.

6. I Am One God

Beasts of greatness shifted in their sleep, rumbling to each other in unspoken, forgotten speech. The red serpent, eyes closed and curled around his two equals, hummed a plan of action. The other two agreed, shifting in their sleep. Blue muscle rippled as he spoke of comfort, odd for his name and his ability. Their old language aroused the eldest, a soft rumble leaving its chest as he went over the idea.

Yes, he thought, perhaps it is time. So, they looked through dreams. There was one that always caught their eye as his time looped again and again, but he needed rest, the three agreed. They looked elsewhere. It took them maybe hundreds of years or simply seconds to find him, a babe fresh from the womb. His world ruled by those with abilities unique to the individual, but they smelled no such power from him. In their eternal slumber, the read his destiny, smiling softly as they rested. Yes, they agreed happily. He would do well.

They watched a waited, letting him grow as he would have if they hadn't drifted their gaze. He was bright, smart, and a kind soul. It reminded them of the destined before him, the one that sought their power, not for himself, but to save others. Before they knew, the young one was trapped, burning as the house around him writhed in ash and flame.

Now, they thought. Now, we must protect him where no one else can. We will lead someone to you, little one, so you my not be alone.

-0-

As water quelled the raging fire, a man in a black long-sleeve and gray sweats paused. He looked over, narrowing his eyes at the burning building like it was its fault he had ended up in his thoughts in a neighborhood he didn't recognize. Perhaps it was, but he didn't know that or what lay inside. He came up to the Firefighter Hero, Backdraft to ask what was happening, getting a shrug in response.

"It's too hot to go near, but I asked around. A man was spotted going in and coming out before the fire was visible. A woman and her son live here, but no one has seen them today."

"Spray me down, I'll go look," he ordered, ignoring the rush of reasons he shouldn't. As soon as he was wet, he went in from the top floor, using his capture weapon to vault up. He looked around, noting the two bedrooms and bathroom that made up the upstairs. He called out, but didn't hear a response, so he ventured downstairs. This is obviously where the fire stared, the house burning and beams falling. He noticed a woman and rushed over, checking for a pulse. He sighed when he found nothing.

"Anyone here? Kid?"

A small cough made his head whip, a small closet that was nearly untouched by the fire. He made his way over quickly, opening the door and gritting his teeth. The boy was unresponsive, eyes glowing an eerily red. Beautiful wings the same shade with black talons on their elbow of them covered him in a blanket, trying to block out the flames. When the pro hero picked the boy up- so light. A skinny little thing. That couldn't be healthy- he noticed his feet were scaled as well, ankle bent oddly to match a velociraptor with three thick talons (though, one was not lifted in the way the dinosaur equivalent would have been).

The man dashed up the stairs, the door blocked by burning debris. The upstairs was starting to completely burn, and in a split second decision, the man grabbed a small plush of a red dragon from the boy's bed before jumping from the window and using his capture weapon to slide to the ground safely.

"Eraserhead!" Backdraft called, happy to see his fellow hero safe. "You found the boy. His mother?"

"Dead," he said bluntly. "This wasn't an accident. She was in a pool of blood. I need a medic!"

The EMTs at the scene took the boy from him, letting him hop in the back with him as the sped off. He would be the boy's guardian until they could locate the boy's father, but from what he can see of the boy, that won't be happening. His wings were gone, the odd scales that covered his legs turning golden in color and more of them framing his face like a halo.

"His name is Izuku Midoriya," one of the nurses spoke up. "No Quirk registered. Must have been the stress. He's six with no other medical history."

"You sure?" the second asked, poking an prodding. "He seems to have a few poorly healed breaks. Ribs, an arm, his fingers are crooked. He should have been taken to the hospital for these."

"Abuse," Eraser huffed. "More than likely because they thought he was Quirkless."

"Monsters," the first nurse hissed. The other agreed with a nod. They shipped him off quickly when they reached the hospital, letting Eraser tag along wearily. He was on the phone with U.A.'s nurse, asking for her assistance in this. The next he called was his partner, rubbing his temple as the blond stammered through his relief that Eraser was alright.

"Hizashi," he spoke up, voice heavy. The man on the other line quieted. "He's been abused. Malnourishment, untreated breaks, bruises and cuts. That what I could see because the boy's wings had shredded his shirt."

'Oh, Shouta,' Hizashi cooed softly, 'I'll be up there in a minute. Hitoshi is here with me, so I'll have to bring him along.'

"I think the kid needs a friend," Shouta agreed, looking at the door the child had gone through. Recovery Girl, just getting there, brushed against his knee encouragingly before disappearing behind the door as well. "Be quick."

'Right. See you in a bit. Love you.'

"Love you, too." The line went dead, Shouta sighing and letting himself sag into the uncomfortable hospital chair he had claimed. It would be about twenty minutes before his husband got here, so he made himself comfortable. It took as long as he suspected for Hizashi to appear, being dutifully followed by the silent Hitoshi. The purple-haired child offered him a canteen of- hopefully- pitch black coffee. He sighed happily when his taste buds registered just that.

"Do you know his name?"

"Izuku Midoriya. Age six. No Quirk registered," Shouta rattled off. "That's all we know for now." Hizashi nodded as he picked up Hitoshi to settle the six-year-old in his lap. He tugged on Shouta's sleeve, pointing to the operating room beside them. "Yep. Said he had some bad bones they had to fix. That, and to make sure the fire didn't hurt his lungs." Hitoshi nodded, snuggling into Hizashi's chest.

They didn't have to wait long before an enraged Recovery Girl stormed out of the room.

"The nerve! He's practically a baby!" she roared, her cane clacking roughly on the tile. She noticed Hitoshi, calming herself as to not startle the child that had also been through so much. "Well, he'll be alright. No lung damage, but his energy is nothing because of a forced Quirk activation. Apparently, he was Quirkless, second toe joint and everything. It was the stress that forced the activation."

"I thought so," Shouta sighed. "His mother was caught in the fire, but I think that something else happened," he censored, minding the boy in his husband's lap. "His father?"

"A villain. Dragon, apparently. It makes sense, in all honesty. That poor boy. If I didn't know you any better, I would think that he would be going into the system."

"Never. Not in a thousand years," Shouta growled.

"Not with us here," Hizashi agreed. "Besides," he put his chin on Hitoshi's head, smiling when the boy loosened, "I think Hito needs a brother." Hitoshi looked up at his papa, tilting his head. "Yep! I think that'll work. Want a friend, Hito?" The boy thought it over for a moment before giving a slight, nervous nod. Hizashi chuckled, pulling the boy into a hug.

"Well, when he's moved, you should be able to follow him and see him. He's still under, so don't expect much," Recovery Girl warned. The small family nodded, following the gurney when the boy was ushered out. He was wrapped in casts, one on his left arm and another on his left leg. His fingers where all splinted on that same side, Making it look like someone had taken a car and ran it into the poor boy from the left.

"Whatever Quirk he manifested is helping him heal rather quickly," a nurse spoke up from Izuku's bedside as they transferred him from bed to bed. She pointed to the boy's leg, talons peeking from the cast. "Whatever transformation he went through helped him. His femoral shaft was broken and set incorrectly, so we had to re-break it."

Shouta hummed, looking down at the sleeping face of his rescuee. Izuku was pale, freckles spotting his cheeks under prominent eye bags and those haunted, ruby eyes closed. Green, curly hair framed his face in a halo and his cheeks, while still covered in baby fat, were shallow. He was so small under the blankets, thin and brittle.

"Thank you, miss. Do call when he wakes if we're not here. Eraserhead here is his acting guardian and he may be in danger from the villain that did this," Hizashi informed, bowing slightly to the nurse. She waved him off.

"You'll be our first call."

"Thank you."

Hitoshi climbed on the chair next to the white bed to peer at the young boy. Hitoshi noticed a few things very quickly and came to one conclusion.

This boy was just like him, abused and alone. Well, he wasn't alone anymore, and now Izuku wasn't either. Hitoshi would be his friend, his brother. His Dad and Papa would take care of him. He took a too-small hand with his own, squeezing gently to convey that he was there. Izuku was safe now. Hitoshi watched and waited until it was time to go, reluctantly waving goodbye to the boy in the hospital bed. He hoped he be awake next time they saw each other.

-0-

Hitoshi got his wish. The next time they went to the hospital two days later was because they had gotten a call. The boy was awake, eyes shifting to them wearily as they entered.

"Hey, kid. I'm Shouta Aizawa, a.k.a Eraserhead. I saved you from the fire," he explained.

"I'm Hizashi Yamada, Shouta's husband and Pro Hero Present Mic!" Hizashi exclaimed excitedly. "This button here is Hitoshi Aizawa. He's our son!"

Izuku took them all in but didn't say a word. His green eyes glittered, excitement making nearly shake. Shouta chuckled, taking a seat in the plastic chair at his bedside. Hitoshi was quick to climb into his dad's lap and offer a hand to the other boy, making sure to go slow. Izuku studied him for a second, taking his hand slowly. Izuku flinched slightly at the contact, but let Hitoshi keep ahold of his good hand.

"You might not have noticed," Shouta deadpanned, "but ya got a Quirk. Have any idea what it does?" Izuku looked at himself before settling on the talons coming from the cast that was strung in the air by a sling. Izuku's brows furrowed, confused. "I'll take that as a no. You know, kid, you're allowed to talk. So we can tell if anything is wrong."

Izuku watched them wearily, opening his mouth for a moment before snapping it shut. He seemed to panic, curling away from them but never letting go of Hitoshi's hand. He watched the two heroes, panic deep in his chest and fear clawing at his soul. He nearly jumped when deep rumbling echoed in his mind, his soul shaking with a language humans had forgotten.

Be calm, unspoken words hummed. We are with you, child ours.

Izuku loosened, unafraid. "I'm Izuku." The adults sighed, happy he responded.

"Well, Izuku, does anything hurt? Thirsty?" Hizashi questioned, pushing over second chair and settling down in it. Izuku took stock of himself, rolling his tense shoulders around a little and shifting as much as he could with his casts.

"Thirsty. Sore but no hurting," Izuku relayed, throat closing up before he could say more. The confidence that had peaked strangely died away, leaving him shaking a little. Hizashi offered him a glass of water, holding it up to his lips to help him. He put the now empty glass on the side table, his gaze soft as he took inventory. The boy was shirtless, exposing white bandages around his torso and scars on his uncasted arm.

"Do you remember anything?" Shouta questioned, wrapping his arms around his son. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Izuku wanted to, but when he opened his mouth to speak, this throat closed and he could barely breathe. The rumbling purr of ancient words was missing, leaving something empty and aching in the boy's chest.

He nodded, but pointed to his throat and made an 'x' with his fingers. They nodded in understand, Hitoshi excitedly gaining his attention to make the same gesture, letting go of Izuku's hand. Izuku blinked, sending a wobbly smile Hitoshi's way for the encouragement.

"Bet you're excited to find out what that Quirk of yours does," Hizashi hummed. Shouta said you looked like a red dragon! Right now, your scales are gold, though." Mic pointed around the outside of his face as a reference before digging in the bag he had brought and held up a small mirror. Izuku blinked at his reflection, feeling the scales with his free fingers, careful not to pull at the IV in his vein. "They're really pretty, little listener! Oh and Shouta saved this from the fire!"

Izuku looked up to spot the red dragon that had sat on his bed since he could remember. It was a present from his teacher, the only person who was nice to him. It was snake-like, a small set of arms eclipsed by a large, serpent-like head and wings. He had named him Slifer, the name sliding of his tongue and into his mind easily. He reached for it desperately, clinging it to his battered chest as soon as he had it. Shouta smiled softly, happy he had followed the urge to grab it.

"What's its name?" Hitoshi ask quietly, merely a whisper. Izuku looked at the little red dragon, smiling softly. He was happy that when he went to speak, his throat stayed open.

"Slifer," he informed, curling around it as much as he could. "Teacher made him."

"Your teacher? Where do you go to school?" Izuku blinked at Shouta before he motioned to a folder beside his bed. The hero looked through the folder, nodding to himself as he went through the information. Hizashi read over his shoulder, Hitoshi hopping down before joining Izuku in the bed, careful of any tubes. Izuku let Hitoshi pet the plush dragon, happily letting the older boy snuggle into his uninjured side. Both boys tensed as the door opened, but it was only Recovery Girl. Hitoshi loosened, but Izuku watched her closely.

"Hello, little ones, Yamada, Aizawa," she greeted smoothly, moving it Izuku's bedside. "Hello, Izuku. I'm Recovery Girl. I can heal up these broken bones of yours if you want me to." Izuku's eyes widened, sparkling with interest and excitement, but didn't say a word. He motioned to his leg, frowning at it. "I would agree. Healing that leg would probably be best for now. I have to touch you to heal you. Are you okay with that, dearie?"

Izuku nodded, watching in fascination as she kissed his cheek and the odd tingling in his leg stopped. Exhaustion hit him hard, unfortunately, and he slumped into Hitoshi. Recovery Girl chuckled, offering him a handful of gummies and handing Hitoshi some. "Eat those, dearie. Help you get your strength back. Lets get this plaster off you."

They had to cut it off, making Izuku very nervous. Once he was free, he tentatively stood on odd legs. He walked around the room, wobbly, before he was confident enough to try it without the wall to brace against. He nearly fell, but he caught himself.

"You're doing really well," Recovery Girl praised, a little sad when the boy practically preened. "Shouta said you had wings?" Izuku furrowed his brow, spinning in a circle to show them he didn't have any. "Hm. Try pulling them out, perhaps?" Izuku closed his eyes, focusing on his back. Something hot bubbled under his skin, fiery and alive, before the soothing, ancient rumble helped him forward.

Breathe, it huffed, shifting in its eternal sleep. Feel. We are here.

Izuku felt the fire spread before it smoothed out, skin warm but not bubbling. His balance evened out as a long, red tail curled around him, wings making his shoulders heavy. His eyes were a matching crimson when he finally opened them, his scales changing to match. His fingers had turned to the same black claws that where on his feet, dangerous and sharp.

Izuku snapped out of his little trance when he heard Hitoshi clapping, smiling brightly. "So cool," he hummed, circling Izuku as he took in his new appearance. A rumbling purr escaped Izuku, his tail curling around Hitoshi's arm. It had to be two meters long, thinning as it went, the end whip-like. Hitoshi giggled before he pet the tail, Izuku still purring happily.

"Well then," Recovery Girl spoke up, breaking the silence. "Quite a Quirk you have there, dearie. You look rather strong like that."

Izuku smiled, looking over himself. "It's really cool," he sighed, "but I'm cold."

"Reptiles, Izuku," Hizashi laughed, Shouta chuckling along. "They're cold blooded. Maybe you are, too."

"Was fine," he argued. He stretched as much as he could, spreading his wings and lengthening his spine, careful of the arm still in a sling. "Feels good."

"I bet it does," Recovery Girl agreed, "but you need to turn it off. I would like to fully heal you before you start experimenting. Maybe get some meat on you bones."

Izuku focused, but apparently, summoning the power forth was a lot easier than locking it away again. It took him a solid fifteen minutes before he found the switch to turn it off. He glanced at his scales, which remained a blood red. "Stays." Hitoshi nodded, poking Izuku's calf.

"Why don't we get you back to bed, sweetheart? I'm sure you're exhausted," Recovery Girl reasoned, Izuku yawning and nodding along. Yes, he would rest, and hopefully, he'd be back in shape soon. He let his mind wander a bit as they walked down boring hallways. Would they make him go back home? Was his mother even alive? The apartment had been burned, right? Does he even have a home anymore?

"You think too loud, kid," Shouta huffed, making Izuku shrink. "That's not a bad thing. Penny for your thoughts?"

"Home?"

Shouta sighed. "Your mother didn't make it and your house is burned to the ground. You're going to be staying with us, if you want." Izuku thought about it, rolling the idea in his mind. Stay with Eraserhead and Present Mic? Have Hitoshi around all the time? Did he want that.

Izuku looked up at his guardian, trying to puzzle him out. "Stay."

"I'll make sure you don't regret it, Izuku."

He smiled.

-0-

Izuku looked around his new home with a keen interest. It smelled odd, his stronger senses picking up something unfamiliar. Under it all, the scents of everyone who lived here was burned into the very fabric of the place. Like sleepiness and lemons. Like leather and something Izuku couldn't quite put a name to.

"Welcome home!" Hizashi called out from the kitchen. Hitoshi peeked out from a hall, smiling brightly when he caught sight of green.

"Izu!"

Home, Izuku realized. It smelled like home, like family.

He let Hitoshi hug him, using his strong legs to pick the other boy up and twirl around a few times. Once he set his brother down, he let the shorter (now. With his legs bent in their odd way, he shot up a few inches) lead him around. Hizashi called them over for lunch, rice and miso since Izuku couldn't have anything too heavy. The poor boy was skin and bones and Recovery Girl had him on a strict diet for a few months. Izuku happily ate, no complaints as he ate what he could.

Once he was done, finishing only half, he awkwardly sat there and listened to the banter between the two eldest. Shouta- of course, it was him- notice he hadn't eaten anymore, raising a brow.

"Full?"

Izuku shrank into himself for a moment, afraid. With shaking hands buried in his lap, Izuku nodded hesitantly.

"That's alright, little listener! I knew you wouldn't be able to eat that much at the start! You've been under some heavy pressure, kiddo, so no biggy!" Hizashi assured. "Ya just gotta tell us, alright? No one is gonna hurt you, bud. Especially over something as silly as being full." Izuku stared at him for a moment, confused, before he nodded and relaxed slightly. Right, he could do this.

"I got your bowl," Shouta spoke up, taking the items deposing of the leftover food before putting them in the sink to be washed. Izuku moved to go over to the since, but Shouta steered him away. "No you don't, Izuku. Not your job. Hizashi did dinner so it's my turn at dishes."

Izuku tilted his head. "What's mine?"

"Nothing, for now. We gotta find something for you to do, if you wanna help. You should be resting, but you don't seem the type," Shouta huffed. Izuku nearly shrieked when something warm brushed against his leg. He looked down to find himself being rubbed on by a feline. That was the odd smell, Izuku thought. Cats. He'd never had a pet before, but the feline, black in color with bewitching yellow eyes and a gray band around its neck that blended with its collar, seemed friendly enough. He scooped the cat up, stroking its fur to smooth it out. The animal purred, the feeling vibrating against Izuku's chest.

It reminded him of the voice that didn't speak, something primal in his blood that understood the language that humans couldn't hear. He purred back, the noise rattling his jaw till he chittered. The cat rubbed on him some more, settling into his hold.

"Huh. Here I thought Eraser hated everyone," Hizashi stated, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture. Izuku blinked, his rumbling not stopping as he looked at the device with wariness. Hizashi chuckled, snapping a few more and making it his home screen.

"Shouta?" Izuku questioned.

"No, Izuku. The cat. His name is Eraser." Izuku blinked down at the cat, smiling faintly as he continued to purr. Izuku decided something right then and there. He liked cats.

"He's warm," Izuku hummed, plopping down gently in front of the couch, happily petting the cat and making sure his fur was orderly.

"Why don't you sit on the couch, kiddo?" Hizashi asked, watching Hitoshi follow his advice and sitting on the couch near the other boy. Izuku seemed confused.

"On the furniture?" Hizashi's heart squeezed, a grimace on his face before he schooled himself.

"Yeah, kiddo! Your allowed to chill on the furniture. What's ours is yours, little listener!" Izuku took it to heart, lifting himself to settle on the couch next to Hitoshi, leaning on him as the purplette pet the normally grouchy cat in Izuku's arms. Hizashi made his way to the kitchen where Shouta was finishing up the dishes. He curled his arms around his waist and settled his nose into Shouta's neck, sighing.

"I heard," Shouta whispered. "That poor kid."

"That poor baby," Hizashi corrected, voice tight. "They're six, Shouta. Hitoshi still rarely speaks and Izuku..." He buried his face into his husband's shoulder, the weight of their children settling on his shoulders.

"Papa! Dad! Something's wrong!"

They both bolted to the front room, eyes flickering over their little ones. Hitoshi seemed fine, if panicked. Izuku...

Between his scales were glowing like molten lava, his breathing labored and nails, thankfully not claws, were digging at his chest. Red eyes flashed to them, panicked and in pain.

"Too much," Izuku gasped. He fell off the couch, landing with a solid thump. Shouta activated his Quirk, and while the bright veins dulled, Izuku let out a high pitched whine. "Too much." Shouta blinked, letting Izuku get his power back and sat him up slowly, trying not to hurt him.

"Activate your Quirk, Izuku." He did as he was told, sighing in relief as the urgency and pain went away, his body cooling from the molten bubbling. "Better?" Izuku nodded slowly, stretching his wings and snuggling into Shouta's side. Shouta sighed, burying his nose into Izuku's hair and holding him close. Hitoshi got his attention, signing the letters 'o' and 'k'. Shouta nodded, hoisting Izuku up and laying him on the couch after Hitoshi stood up.

"Recovery Girl said that his Quirk must have stored up energy and threatened to burst. He needs to let it out, eventually," Hizashi informed, phone still to his ear. "She's coming to see him. Twenty minutes." Shouta nodded, watching Hitoshi sit on the floor beside Izuku's head and comb pale, long fingers through thick, green curls.

Izuku's breathing had evened out, the fiery veins a dull glow. He seemed coherent enough, purring as Hitoshi pet him. Chiyo arrived a few minutes before schedule, immediately going for the couch. She looked him over, Izuku tensing every time she touched him before loosening into Hitoshi's skilled fingers. She tutted, looking to the guardians.

"As I said. A power overload. He'll be alright, but I think he'll have to be in that form more than not," Chiyo huffed. "That wouldn't be so bad except, with those claws, he cant do much."

"Practice," Izuku hummed, content as one of the cats, Ginger, curled on his chest.

"I suppose you'll have to. You should take him to U.A., Shouta. See what his Quirk can do and if he can spend most of that energy." Shouta nodded, taking the advice.

"First, we need to get him some things. Furniture, clothes, something for shoes if we can," Shouta sighed. "Was hoping I could call Nemuri over for that. You know I can find my way through a bag, let alone a mall."

"With no fashion sense to speak of," Hizashi cackled. "Yeah. I was thinking tomorrow, going up to the mall and shopping it out." He turned to Izuku, face soft. "Can help with those wings, I'd imagine. Maybe we can call Hawks for a flying lesson."

"I think that makes the most sense," Chiyo agreed. She huffed, patting Izuku on his knee and heading for the door. "You boys take good care of them."

"Always," they both promised. Chiyo bid them farewell, leaving the family in peace. Izuku huffed, stretching out on the couch before curling into a tight ball, tail wrapping around himself before curling loosely around Hitoshi's wrist. Hitoshi only chuckled, continuing to ruffle Izuku's hair.

"Bath," Hitoshi hummed, smiling. Izuku looked up, eyes sparkling. Hitoshi laughed, dragging him to the bathroom and setting the tub for him. Hitoshi laughed as Izuku purred, hot water warming his cool skin. His blood was warm, they figured out, but he ran a little colder than everyone else, just enough to be uncomfortable. Hitoshi helped him wash his hair and his back and wings (so he didn't hurt himself with his claws), giggling as Izuku chittered at him. He let Izuku borrow his clothes, the shirt to big and the pants flooding a little.

Izuku looked like he could die happy. He curled up on the couch, happy as a clam, finally clean and warm. Hizashi figured his Quirk gave him a flexible spine, letting Izuku curl into a tight ball.

They let him sleep, content and resting until dinner, after which he curled into the guest room that would soon be his, his little plush dragon in his arms.

-0-

Izuku looked around wearily, sticking close to Hizashi. He wished that Shouta was here, the calm, tired man soothed him. Hitoshi was with him, holding a wrist so he didn't cut himself on Izuku's claws. Nemuri, or Midnight, as she was better known as, ranted as they walked through the mall lobby. He was in his more human form, wings away and the scales on his face nearly invisible.

"I cant believe these people! You'd look so cute in plad, Izuku. If we gave you any more green, you'd look like a christmas tree." Izuku giggled, listening to her tirade as they entered a clothing store. The clerk knew her by name, exchanging greetings before setting to work. She asked about clothes with space on the shoulders, motioning to Izuku and explaining his Quirk. The clerk nodded and showed them the section happily.

They found a few things, make sure to test if Izuku could transform or not. Nemuri blinked when Izuku sneezed, his scales shifting from red to blue, to golden, before settling on red again. They continued their sweep of the store, making sure to get shorts Izuku could fit his claws in. The opted to simply order some resistant cloth coverings for his feet, being ordered from a support company along with gloves for his hands.

They wandered into a toy shop next, telling the boys to pick their share. Izuku got another dragon plush, a western-style one that was golden with mechanical wings. Izuku named him Ra, cuddling him to his chest. Hitoshi got a little cat plush, brown with green eyes. They also got some coloring books and puzzles to share before moving on.

They moved on to furniture, ordering a large, round bed that looked almost like a dog bed, some blankets that Izuku approved of, and plush pillows. Nemuri teased him on making a nest, but the boy only stared at her blankly. After that, they went to the food court, Izuku getting some rice so his stomach didn't betray him. They went home soon after, the boys antsy around so many people. Hizashi and Nemuri labeled it a success.

They got home and helped Izuku set up his room, him making his little nest and curling into it afterward, tired and satisfied.

-0-

Izuku shifted on his feet, nervous. He was in his hybrid form (what they've been calling it, but Izuku feels there's something more), wings fluttering nervously. Hawks, the number three hero, was with him, along with the principle, Nezu, and Shouta. He hopped a little, trying to work out some energy, antsy.

"Nervous, Young Midoriya?" Nezu asked, tone cheerful.

"Aizawa."

"What, kiddo?" Hawks asked, tilting his head. He looked like an owl.

"Aizawa, he said," Shouta repeated, smiling softly. Izuku sent him a wobbly one in return.

"Nervous, but excited," Izuku spoke again, bending his knees into an awkward-looking crouch. He flexed his wings, widening them and flapping once. The wind was strong, making them lean back a little.

"Some strong flappers ya got there, Aizawa," Hawks complemented. He spread his own impressive wingspan of red feathers, not nearly as big as Izuku's. He crouched low as well, taking off with a harsh beat of his wings. Izuku mimicked him, shooting past him in a spin. In slow, powerful beats, the youngest kept himself afloat, twirling and looping in the sky like he owned it.

"You're pretty good, kid," Hawks chuckled. "Wanna race? Just around the arena so we don't give your pops a heart attack." Izuku nodded enthusiastically, something primal puffing up at the challenge. They began near the entrance, jetting off on three. Izuku had to practically turn sideways to turn the sharp corners. Hawks, much smaller but without a tail to help balance himself, got the corners rather easily. Izuku, on the last stretch, pulled ahead easily, much faster than Hawks.

The hero whistled, hovering in the air as Izuku dipped and dived, laughing joyously. "You're strong, Aizawa. You gotta work on those turns, dude. Use your tail to turn sharper."

Izuku tried, snapping his tail and turning sharply. He wobbled, but caught himself easily.

"Come on down, you two," Shouta called, Hawks landing first to give a demonstration. Izuku followed, nearly falling on his face. Hawks laughed, nodding in sympathy. "Working on landings as well."

"You did very well!" Nezu praised, chuckling as the boy preened, chittering his teeth. The animal Nezu still was soothed by the noise. "Do you think you can draw any power, Young Aizawa? Eraser said you were glowing the other day."

Izuku tilted his head, brows furrowing. He shifted, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His veins glowed, fire lighting in his blood. Hawks whistled again, impressed. Izuku opened his eys, pupils in slits and a growl in his throat. Baring his teeth, Izuku opened his mouth, a beam of light charging just before his lips. He had enough sense to let it off upward, so he didn't hurt anyone. He wobbled a bit, blinking. He looked to his guardian, who was wide-eyed.

"That's cool."

Hawks snorted. "Hell yeah, it was."

"Don't swear in front of my kid," Shouta griped. "That's dangerous. Don't use it until you can focus it into a smaller beam. That'll take out half a city." He watched Izuku shrink, sighing. "It was... pretty cool, though." He brightened up, wings fluttering behind him happily. "Anything else you got for us, kid?" Izuku concentrated, feeling for any more switches. He found one but stayed away from it. He was looking for smaller switches and that wasn't what he was looking for. Izuku's eyes snapped open, still red with slitted pupils, and a red aura enveloped him.

Hawks squawked (ha) as his feathers started tensing and softening without command, Shouta's eyes flickering red and black, blinking rapidly. "Ah, Young Aizawa, I would turn that off."

He did quickly, stepping closer with an outstretched hand. Shouta shook off whatever caused his Quirk to go haywire and took the offered hand. "I'm alright, Izuku. Eyes are just a little dry." Izuku nodded, satisfied when Hawks gave him a thumbs up, pumping his wings once as prof.

"Your aura made our Quirks go haywire. Very interesting. My thoughts were rather scrambled, but other than that, I was unaffected," Nezu reported. "Anything up your sleeve?"

"Dangerous," Izuku tried to explain, wrinkling his nose. "A step." His scales turned blue in a wave, starting at his feet before moving up through the scales framing his face and through his wings. "Too much." Shouta nodded, taking his word for it.

"With some work, then. Let us get this form mastered first," Shouta advised, the other two heroes agreeing with nods. "What are you gonna call it? The form and your Quirk. We never did ask."

"Osiris," Izuku spoke after thinking it over. It felt right, slipping off his lips easily. "Then Obelisk... one more..." Izuku tilted his head, worrying his lip. He caught Shouta's gaze, his rippling gold and his eyes burning with molten power before it melted away. "Ra."

"The three gods," Hawks noticed. "Osiris is the Dragon of the Skies. Obelisk the Tormenter and the Dragon of Ra." Izuku nodded, shifting. Those felt right. Their names. It was something etched in his soul, he realized then, just like the language that wasn't spoken. He peeked at the principle, a low rumble leaving his chest. He watched as something clicked, but it wasn't given back.

"You can hear it," Izuku huffed, disappointed, "but you don't speak it." Shouta was confused, Hawks blinking owlishly (ha). Nezu hummed.

"An odd way of putting it," Nezu agreed, "but accurate. My intelligence blocks a lot of primal urges. You're in tune with yours."

"The cats," Shouta realized. "That's why cats like you so much."

"We use the same..." Izuku thought is over for a moment. "Same voice. Not words, but there." His wings fluttered behind him, Hawk's doing the same in response. "They speak it."

"Who? I have a feeling you don't mean the felines," Nezu questioned. Izuku hesitated, looking to Shouta before looking at his feet. They were wrapped in what looked like leather straps, but it was just sown onto a sleeve that hugged his reptilian feet. His hands had the same coverings and Izuku used them to distract himself.

Safe, unspoken words hummed. We are here.

Izuku loosened, all tension gone. Nezu blinked. "Something happened."

"Them." Izuku flashed all three colors, still calm and loose. "They speak, but without words. Movements, small sounds. Instinct."

"You're saying the gods talk to you?" Hawks asked, awed.

"Yes and no. They're there but are asleep. I don't wanna wake them." Shouta nodded.

"I think it better if you don't. They're sleeping for a reason," he agreed. "Lets go get something to eat. I'm sure Lunch Rush can whip up something."

The two- Hawks had work and Nezu had papers to sign- made their way to the cafeteria, now filled with students. Izuku, still uncomfortable in large crowds, clung to his dad's side as to not get swept away. Shouta huffed, picking the boy up and placing him on his back, much like a koala. Everyone who knew the terrifying teacher of class 1-A just stared, confused.

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa? Who's the kid?" a brave soul asked, hesitent.

Izuku snuggled into Shouta's neck, making sure his claws weren't digging in when he shifted. Shouta stared at the student for a moment, blankly, making them uneasy. He turned to the child on his shoulder, loosening and his gaze becoming soft. Everyone blinked.

"Introduce yourself," Shouta commanded softly, petting green curls. Red eyes peeked out from Shouta's long, black hair, blinking shyly at the students. His tail curled around his father's waist, pulling their bodies close.

"I'm Izuku Aizawa. It... It's nice to meet you," he whispered, cuddling back into Shouta's shoulder. The entire cafeteria was silent for all of three seconds before they were overwhelmed by an 'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWE'. After another few seconds, they realized something.

"HE'S SO CUTE, HOW IS HE AIZAWA'S KID?!"

"He's adopted," Shouta responded, getting his and Izuku's food on a tray from Lunch Rush. "Don't bother him unless he talks to you first. Bother me and I'll sic his puppy eyes on you."

They all flinched. No thanks. Unpack y'all, no guilt trip today.

Shouta took them to the teacher's lounge, Izuku letting Nemuri cuddle next to him as he munched on rice balls. They had fish in the middle, making Izuku purr happily, Nemuri practically vibrating next to him with the force of it. He was nearly done when he was interrupted.

"Hey, little listener! I brought a vanilla shake! Don't worry, I asked Recovery Girl and she said one would be okay!" Hizashi called out, coming in with a bang. Izuku peeked over the back of the couch, munching and swallowing the last of his rice. Hizashi held up a strafoam cup like it was a offering, Izuku taking it gingerly to avoid puncturing it. He looked at the cup for a moment before looking at Nemuri for help.

"Ya sick on the straw, kiddo," she explained, pointing to the utensil. He maneuvered around his fangs, sucking on it lightly. When nothing happened, he let go, brows furrowed.

"A little harder, Izuku," Nemuri laughed, pointing to were you could see the shake in the plastic straw. "Almost there." Izuku tried again, jumping when the cold beverage hit his tongue. He ignored the cold for a moment, rolling the shake in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. "Well?"

Instead of answering, Izuku sunk into the couch with the straw in his mouth, sucking it down slowly. They all laughed, warning him that he would get a brain freeze. Apparently, his mystic powers extended to anti-brain freeze.

Izuku, after lunch, followed his dad to his homeroom. There was only four students in there, making Izuku tilt his head.

"Dad," he called shyly, drawing Shouta's gaze, "why are there only four?"

"Because high school is hard," Shouta offered, "and they had no potential."

"Po... poe-ten-seal," Izuku sounded out, struggling with his fangs.

"Poe-ten-shul," Shouta corrected. "Good try. It means what something can become."

"Useless?" Izuku breathed, looking frightened, eyes wide and breath catching. Shouta picked him up and sat him on the teacher podium.

"Not useless. Just not hero material."

The class (if you can call it that) watched wearily. Was this their teacher? He was so soft and patient!

"Do I have it?" Izuku asked, still breathless.

"Endless amounts, Izuku. Now, why don't we all go outside and show Izuku how the hero course does things." Shouta watched the four leave to change into gym clothes, leaving the two of them alone. Shouta sighed. "You know, Izuku. I have a reputation and you bash it half to death with how adorable you are."

Izuku went red, reminding Shouta of a strawberry or a watermelon. "So-sorry."

"Nothing you did," Shouta assure, "you're just cute." He turned and offered his back to his son, who curled around Shouta carefully. They made their way to a field, four students waiting. "Good. Hizuki, you're paired with Montra. Gintama, with Hugo. We're sparing today."

Shouta set Izuku down and walked across the field before turning to face him. "Your hybrid form, Izuku. Don't want your claws to get me." Izuku powered down, shifting his shoulders and getting used to the lack of weight and his odd balance without his tail. "Come at me. Lets see if you can use those claws."

Izuku looked a little weary, but he can at his father, fast and agile. He jumped and kicked out, obviously untaught, but with enough power to force Shouta to properly block. "You're strong, but sloppy. Throw a punch and then I'll show how to do it properly." Izuku did as was asked, backing away before charging again, pulling a fist back before it was caught in Shouta's palm. "Good. Stay there, I'll show you how to do it."

Shouta stood beside his six-year-old. He got into a stance, waiting for Izuku to mimic him before he corrected the errors. He threw a punch, elbow down and am straightening in a flash before drawing back to his body, his non dominant hand crossed over his chest to block an invisible blow. He explained it before going slow through the motions. Izuku copied him, nearly getting it first try. With a few modifications, Izuku could throw a rather nasty haymaker.

"You did well," Shouta praised. "Now, for those legs of yours. I'm going to show you how I do it and then we'll work from there." He turned sideways, left foot first, and leaned all his weight forward. He brought up his knee and lashed out quickly before grounding himself on two legs. Izuku turned, leaned forward, and as soon as his other leg left the ground, his face was in the dirt.

"Started strong. Try again and lets find out where you went wrong." Izuku huffed, frustrated. He stood, squared, leaned forward, but as soon as his other leg was up, he nearly fell. Wrinkling his nose, he looked to Shouta. The elder crouched, tapping Izuku's reptilian ankle. "You're overbalancing, Izuku. Try standing on one leg." Izuku rose his right leg, bringing his knee to his chest. He didn't even wobble. "Other one." He planted both feet before he lifted his left leg, still perfectly balanced.

"You gotta let your body work for you, Izuku. Try a kick again, but don't lean so far forward. Keep straight." Izuku followed the advice, successfully lashing out with his leg, only wobbling when he pulled it back to plant his feet again. "Very good. You did well, kiddo." He ruffled Izuku's hair and moved to the other side of the arena. He took a stance, Izuku mirroring him before he shifted a little when his legs protested the stance. He got comfortable before he shot out like a rocket, aiming a kick at his father, who spun out of the way.

"You're a lot shorter than me. Aim for the knees. Sweeping an opponent off their feet will save you life," Shouta advised, jumping when Izuku swept for his ankles. "Remember you have hands." Izuku sent his leg out for Shouta's knee before he pulled back and lashed out with a fist, nearly nailing Shouta in the gut. When he backed away, now-green eyes sparkled, a tail wrapping around Shouta's ankle and tripping him. Izuku pounced, causing Shouta to grunt when he landed on his diaphragm.

"Your tail," Shouta deadpanned. "That's cheating. How come you're not transformed?" Izuku huffed, looking at his tail before it started to disappear.

"Thought about it," Izuku explained, narrowing his eyes. "Wanted to catch you."

"Good job, you got me," Shouta sighed, chuckling. "Anything you want as a treat?"

"Shake!" Izuku cried happily, throwing his hands up.

"Your papa said you liked them, but you've had one today. I'll get one tomorrow." Izuku huffed, but didn't complain, excited and purring happily. "Turn on your Quirk, Izuku. Your veins are showing." Izuku looked down, eyeing his red, glowing veins.

"Excited," Izuku countered. "Don't feel bad." He got off Shouta's chest, smiling. "Need practice."

"I agree, but you did really well. Good job, Izuku." He purred and preened, pushing into Shouta's hand when he ruffled his hair.

"That was cool!" Izuku turned to look at the students, who had stopped to watch. The girl who who spoke up had brown, long hair in a pony tail and bright yellow eyes. She had no visible Quirk, so Izuku stayed cautious. "You're, like, what? Seven?"

"Six," Shouta corrected. "A little guidance goes a long way. If you all listened, it would be the same." Izuku pulled at his pant leg, getting his attention. He pointed to his students, curious.

"No listen?"

"Not really. I have to yell at them allot."

Izuku turned to them, eyes wide and lip pouting. His deadly weapon on that cute, freckled face.

Puppy eyes.

"Don't make Dad yell. His eyes always hurt and he wants to teach. He's a good teacher." They all nearly died, holding their chests as their hearts squeezed and guilt pressured them.

"We're sorry, Mr. Aizawa."

"I'm keeping you," Shouta told Izuku, grinning madly. "On hand. At all times." The four froze, groaning.

"He's too cute!"

-0-

"That's so mean," Hizashi laughed at dinner that night. "Izuku's puppy eyes are weapons of mass destruction."

Izuku's eyes went wide before he teared up. "I hurt people?"

"NO!" they both assured, "you're just cute!" Hizashi finished. Hitoshi laughed, smiling.

"You talk more." Izuku huffed, crossing his arms.

"So do you! Been practicing." His voice was always soft, a whisper, but he did talk more. It made his family happy, so Izuku tried for them.

"That's good!" Hizashi praised. "We should teach you sign language! Hitoshi is learning to, so he can help." Izuku nodded, smiling.

"I'll teach you," Hitoshi promised.

-0-

July first came around, streamers all around the house when the boys came home from school (they had switched Izuku to Hitoshi's school, and since then, bullies have been nonexistent). Balloons of purple and gray littered the floor, brightly wrapped boxes on the table and an awesome smell coming from the kitchen.

"We're home," Shouta called out, putting the car keys on their hook.

"Happy birthday, Hitoshi!" Nemuri called, spinning around in a pink turtle neck and jeans. "Go get changed, you two! We got a party to throw!"

A boy their age peeked around her legs, blue hair and glasses framing dark eyes. He walked up to them, holding out a stiff hand.

"Hello! I'm Tenya Iida."

"Hitoshi Aizawa. This is my brother Izuku. You can call us by our first names," Hitoshi spoke up, signing as he went. Izuku followed his hands closely, trying to memorize the movements.

"Then you may call me Tenya! Is he deaf?" Tenya asked, worried.

"No," Izuku spoke up. "I'm just learning."

"Ah. That's a good thing! You can communicate with more people!" Izuku nodded, smiling at their new friend.

"See? You were scared they wouldn't like each other," Nemuri teased an older version of Tenya. "This is Tensei. Tensei, Izuku."

"Nice to meet you, Izuku. It's good to see you again, Hitoshi. Happy birthday," Tensei greeted. Izuku looked lost, stepping further into the house so he could go change. Hitoshi followed, pausing when Izuku turned to him. He huffed, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why are people all happy?"

"It's my birthday?" Hitoshi said, more a question then statement.

"I don't get it." Hitoshi raised a brow. "I never did anything like this... Teacher gave me Slifer for my birthday... but I thought she was being nice?"

"You didn't celebrate your birthday?" Hitoshi asked. "Me neither, with my old parents. They were always meaner on my birthday, so I used to hate it." Izuku huffed, pulling at a curl. "We should go get changed." Izuku nodded and turned around to his room. He put on loose, gray shorts and black tee shirt. Hitoshi came out in much the same, sweat pants and a cat hoodie.

"We celebrate it. This is only my second year, though. The first one was because of the lady that ran the orphanage liked me and gave me stuff. I was little, so I don't remember much," Hitoshi explained. "It's really fun, though. Ice cream and stuff."

The boys rejoined the others, Izuku finding Shouta's side at the table. Shouta leaned over a bit, smiling at him. "If it gets to much, say something." Izuku nodded, purring. He retracted his claws, flaring his wings slightly to stretch. He watched everyone flutter around, happy to see everyone around him joyous and excited. Something in his chest, he thought, was content.

"Hoard."

"What?" Shouta asked, letting Izuku lean on him.

"Hoard. Mine." Izuku gestured to the people around him, purring. "Mine. Happy." Shouta chuckled. He ruffled Izuku's hair, huffing in amusement when he vibrated with a purr. They ate dinner- some kind of American food. Izuku could only have a little bit- before they had cat-shaped cake and vanilla ice cream. Izuku had a shake, preferring it to its more solid form of ice cream.

Next, after all the food had settled in their stomaches, it was presents. Izuku as a little upset, not having anything (mainly because he didn't know he needed something) to give to Hitoshi. The purplette just cuddled into his side on the couch, making him cut boxes as they went.

Nemuri had gotten his a cat onesie, purple with a lilac belly. He went and changed into it immediately, humming happily as he settled back into Izuku's side. The Iida brothers had gotten both boys bikes, one gray and one green. The peddles were modified for Izuku's odd feet, making him well with tears.

"You look like you're going to cry, Izuku," Hizashi chuckled, patting his shoulder.

"Happy," Izuku explained. Hitoshi laughed, hugging Izuku before dragging him back to the couch to open the rest of the gifts. The only ones left were from their parents, two boxes sitting innocently. One was smaller, long and narrow. The other was huge and Izuku just stared at it, confused. The small box (from Shouta, no doubt) contained two necklaces. The chains were thick and durable, one with a wolf curled around a ball of amethyst and another with a dragon curled around an emerald. They boys put them on, eyes watering as they hugged their dad. Hitoshi looked at the big, lumpy thing that was sat across the room, wrapped sloppily and with a lot of tape.

Hitoshi tried pulling it, but the tape was like a cocoon. Izuku, very carefully, tore the tape with a claw, giving Hitoshi a hold to tear the wrapping. It ended up being a huge, stuffed bear, nearly as large as Hizashi himself when he stood next to it. Hitoshi pushed the giant thing on its back, splaying over its belly and using its head as a pillow. Shouta nodded in approval, getting groans from the adults present. Tenya scolded him, saying he was going to get the black fur dirty on the floor. Hitoshi stared at him blankly.

"We own cats," he deadpanned, signing as he went. "Everything is dirty for eternity." Iida huffed, but didn't refute him. He turned to Izuku, chopping at hand at him, causing the dragon hybrid to jump.

"When is your birthday, Izuku? How old will you be turning?"

"Fourteen days. Seven." Hitoshi blinked, turning to Shouta.

"We should just celebrate on the eighth," he huffed. "Right in the middle." Shouta nodded.

"We might just do that. This year, we'll just have two. Izuku's falls on a weekend, so no worrying about school." With that, the household agreed.

-0-

The fifteenth went much the same. Many milkshakes and katsudon later, presents were handed out. A giant, durable bean bag in a tone of cool gray from Shouta. A visit from Hawks (he had heard from Hizashi) with one of his feathers on a chain for both boys ("You can call me when you need me!"). The Iida siblings had gotten him drawing utensils (the thousands of different pencils, Prismacolor markers, an acid-free sketchpad), saying that Hitoshi had seen him doodling and they had been really good. Hizashi gotten a giant, green dragon plush ("Where are you finding these?" "Nowhere."), Nemuri giving him a Toothless onesie so he and Hitoshi could have a onesie party.

Hitoshi looked a little shy about his, handing Izuku a little wooden carving. It was obvious novice work, Eraser's goggles molded from wood. Izuku nearly burst into tears. He hugged him, making sure his claws didn't materialize, twirling him around. He rubbed his cheek against Hitoshi's and on his neck, primal need for his hoard to smell like him taking over.

"Happy. Good," Izuku rumbled, purr low in his chest. He turned to everyone, smiling widely. "Thank you!"

-0-

Izuku was curled in a tree, sunbathing in the front yard before his father strolled out of the house, staring at a piece of paper with distain. Izuku used his claws to climb down, joining his dad.

'Shopping?' Izuku signed, nodding when Shouta grunted at him.

"Hizashi is at work and Hitoshi is sleeping." Yes, never wake Hitoshi. He never gets sleep as it is. It was a silent rule in the Aizawa-Yamada household.

"I'll come with," Izuku huffed, stretching. At ten, he was nearly five foot six, catching up to his parents quickly, reaching Eraser's shoulders. The boy scented his dad, smiling as he did so. They wandered around for a little, simply stretching out before going to the store. Izuku reached into his pocket and pulled out the little piece of plastic that allowed his Quick in public. Nezu, principle of U.A. High, helped him get it. Izuku couldn't turn his first form off for long, the energy too much to handle.

"Wanna fly?" Izuku asked, tilting his head.

"No. You go ahead, though. You look like you could use the stretch," Shouta declined, watching him take off from the sidewalk to float above him. His wingspan was at least four yards from wingtip to wingtip, powerful beats keeping Izuku afloat. He went soaring, leaving Shouta behind as he dipped and dived in the sky. A sky dragon indeed, Shouta thought.

Izuku, far above the city, narrowed his eyes at a torch. A fire? He dipped a little lower to get a good look, only to scoff at what he found. Endeavor in all his flaming glory, hero suit and all, was walking down the street, growling something under his breath at the young boy beside him. He had to be Izuku's age, his hair split down the middle. He was a little on the lean side, curling into himself whenever Enji raised his hand. Izuku knew what that meant and it made him blood boil.

He dived, a single, strong beat letting him land safely in front of the father and son.

"Endeavor," Izuku huffed. He was happy they were in front of the store his dad was heading to, giving him a reason to stop.

"The dragon brat. What do you want?" Izuku turned to the boy by his side, brows furrowed.

"Didn't know there was a younger one," he sniffed. "What happened to his brother?"

"Natsuo is at home, not that it's you business," Enji growled. "Move aside."

"What happened to Touya?" The boy furrowed his brows, confused. "I was little, but I remember him."

"None of your business, boy!" the number two growled, hand flexed to react.

"Who?" the boy asked, stepping in front of his father. "Who's Touya?"

Izuku growled low, eyes still on Enji. "I wonder."

"Izuku." He turned, still furious and hand shaking, as his dad called his name. "Enough. Sorry for any troubles, Endeavour." The flame hero huffed, striding past them, hand between the boy's shoulders to force him forward. Izuku rumbled in fury, eyes narrowed and never leaving Enji. Once they were out of earshot, Shouta whirled on him. "What were you thinking? One wrong move and he would have torched you or something."

"He's beating him," Izuku snapped before taking a calming breath. "He flinched every time Endeavour moved. There was a bruise on his collar. Dad, he's-" he looked around, paranoid. 'He's beating him. Probably for "training",' Izuku signed angrily.

"Let's go get some milk like we planned. I'll check it out, if it makes you feel better," Shouta promised, watching Izuku unwind like a spring.

'Thank you.'

"Whatever, Problem Child," Shouta huffed fondly entering the small store.

-0-

Touya?

Brows furrowed, Shouto Todoroki sat in his room, thinking. He had heard that name before, but couldn't place it. It had to be family, the boy with green hair and red eyes had said that. His first masterpiece, Shouto thought with a wrinkle of his nose. He looked out his bedroom window, narrowing his eyes at the darkness. Was it really that late? It was, his clock confirmed. Ten thirty-two at night, in fact.

A knock on his window made him jump, his Quirk icing his arm in preparation for a fight. He loosened when a familiar face peered through the window. He opened it, letting the dragon boy into his room. His wings and claws vanished, leaving only reptilian legs and faded scales on his forehead.

"It's you. What do you want?" Shouto asked, eyes sharp and brain whirring.

"I'm here to get you and your siblings out of here," the boy huffed and Shouto could almost see the wings flare up behind him. "He abuses you, doesn't he? That flaming bag of trash." Shouto blinked. He really shouldn't be surprised the boy who stood up to the number two hated him.

"Would you believe me if I said he did?" Shouto asked, whispering now. "Would anyone else believe you and I even if you did?" He was tense, shoulders squared and spine straight.

"I know a lot of heroes personally, Todoroki," the lizard growled, the low, terrifying sound echoing around Shouto's room. It rattled his bones and made him feel safe in this dragon's presence. "I will stop at nothing to get you freed."

"Why?" he asked, tone accusing. "Why are you so adamant to help me? We met for less than five minutes earlier today. You didn't even know I existed."

"I did," Izuku huffed. "I knew about you. His little Shouto." Shouto tensed, but the fire in those now-green eyes was intense and not aimed at him. "Papa was there at the get together last month. He took me." Shouto nodded, understanding. "I was in this situation once," Izuku admitted. "My mother before my house burnt to the ground. Whether it was a villain or her stupidity is up in the air." Izuku loosened, sagging. "I want to help."

"What's your name?" Shouto asked, curious. Maybe, just maybe, this could be his golden ticket.

"Izuku Aizawa," he responded. He held out a hand.

"Shouto Todoroki," Shouto huffed, taking the hand. "Thank you for this, Aizawa."

"Nope, call me Izuku. You'll get me, my brother, and Dad mixed up really quickly with that," Izuku chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. "I get to call you Shouto, because that last name of yours is stinky." Shouto blinked before he snorted, covering his mouth with wide eyes afterward. Izuku had to hold himself back from bursting into laughter. "I'm going to give you me and Dad's phone numbers. Dad is Eraserhead and he can help you a lot more than I can. I also might not answer for a while because I am so getting grounded for this."

"You're not supposed to be here?" Shouto questioned.

"Not supposed to be out this late period," Izuku corrected, stealing the boy's phone from him to input the contacts. "It's worth getting grounded, though. If you guys stay safe. He's an asshole and I'll get his licence for this." Shouto sighed, something wistful.

"I wish, but he's the number two hero and that wont happen." Izuku hummed, handing the phone back.

"Maybe not," Izuku agreed, "but I'll kill what little reputation he has. He wont get off light this time." He locked eyes with Shouto who watched breathlessly as they flashed a molten gold, power so old it rattled his insides. Izuku loosened, eyes going green before he flushed a bit. "Is it okay if I get your scent? I'll be able to find you practically anywhere, but the way I get it is a little... invasive."

"How so?" He rose a brow when Izuku flush got brighter.

"W-well, a humans scent... scent glad is... on their, um, neck. Und- under the ear," Izuku stuttered, motioning to the spot with a finger. "Since I'm a, uh, reptile..."

"You have to lick it because that's the best way to get it," Shouto finished, honestly amused by how red the other boy was. "Go ahead." If you said THE Shouto Todoroki had a pink tint to his cheeks, you are lying.

He offered Izuku his neck, closing his eyes. He could hear Izuku breath in and out deeply to calm rattled nerves. His tongue was very odd. It seemed a lot smoother than a humans (using his own as a comparison), but it wasn't cold like he thought it would be, reptiles being cold blooded and all. A quick swipe and the heat from Izuku's body and breath were gone. Shouto opened his eyes, catching Izuku swiping his tongue over his lips as his brows furrowed, rolling the taste in his mouth.

"Ironically," Izuku breathed, nose scrunching cutely, "you taste like Almond Joys and winter mint."

"An odd mix," Shouto chuckled.

"I like it," Izuku decided, nodding. "Good, I'll be able to find you. Thank you for trusting me, Shouto."

"Thank you for your help, Ai- um, Izuku."

With that, the dragon disappeared into the night via window.

-0-

Izuku, mid-air, felt something wrap around his ankle and force him to turn or go dive bombing. He circled, following the ribbon to a black figure in yellow goggles. Izuku groaned and landed on the rooftop.

"You're grounded."

"How'd you know it was me?" Izuku whined. "You could have snatched Hawks."

"You're wingspan is a lot bigger. Whichever boy you were seeing is getting a piece of my mind to."

"You don't know if it was a boy! Or if I was seeing anyone anyway! Or even what we were meeting about!" Izuku squawked, getting wrapped in Eraser's scarf. Izuku's phone went off and Shouta picked it out of his pockets, making Izuku whine pathetically.

'Did you get grounded? I'm sorry, Izuku.'

"Oh? So much for not meeting anyone," Shouta huffed, showing Izuku the text. "I'm going to murder you."

"I never said I didn't!" Izuku growled, still whining pathetically.

"Who?" Izuku sighed, knowing he had lost.

"Hey, Siri." The phone lit up in response. "Set new contact as Shouto."

"I'm going to kill you." Shouta's own phone beeped, making him pick it up and take a look.

'Please don't kill him, Eraser. It was my fault.'

"I'm going to throw you in a wood chipper."

"A wood chipper?"

The bland stare he got was answer enough.

-0-

'I blame you for this.' Shouto blinked, reading the name Aizawa up top (he couldn't put Eraser. Immediate red flag).

Bellow it was a picture. Izuku, tied up in Eraser's scarf, upsidedown and hanging from the ceiling, a nasty glare coming from narrowed, red eyes. Shouto couldn't help the snort that escaped. Feyumi peeked over his shoulder and read the text, giggling.

"Who's that?"

"A new friend. His dad got mad because he was out late," Shouto explained.

"Poor him," Feyumi laughed. "If you invite him for dinner, let me know. Or if you take him out for dinner." She cackled when he squeaked. "Stay safe, little brother!" she called, dodging when he swiped at her. "He looks like a wild one!" Shouto groaned, rubbing his hands down his face.

Why was his family like this? He peeked at the black screen on his phone, choking back more laughter. At least he was right-side up.

-0-

Shouto, on one of the rare days that his father was away with hero work and on the weekend, texted Izuku to meet him at a nearby park. He had made it first, sitting on a bench, watching the clouds go by. He had to cover his head when a gust of wind so strong it bent trees rocked the little park, two shadows and laughter floating on the ground. A pair of feathered wings and another of leather twirled around each other, poking at each other playfully. He stood, looking up to see Hawk, the number three hero, and Izuku playing around. Izuku looked down, grinning. He told Hawks something, who laughed, and bolted off to circle back.

"No. No, wait! Izuku!" Shouto yelled before he was picked up by his back and thighs. He clung to Izuku, shutting his eyes tightly. He could hear Izuku laughing, poking his thigh.

"Open your eyes, Shouto! Look!" He did as was asked, peeling open his eyes to see how high up they were. Hawks was right there, chuckling.

"Cool, huh?" Hawks asked, hovering in front of Izuku. "Too bad I don't got wings like Izuku. I can only lift one person, but he could probably pick up three."

"Liar," Izuku playfully accused, the hero acting offended. Shouto chuckled, but paused when Izuku split his face with an evil grin.

"Izuku, no."

"Izuku, yes!" They shot up again, climbing for above the clouds. Shouto marveled at it for all of three seconds before they started to fall backward. He screamed, high-pitched and panicked. Izuku was laughing the entire time, finally twirling and catching air in his wings. Shouto was clinging to him, breath ragged. Izuku chuckled, scenting Shouto with his cheek. "All smooth from here, promise."

"Liar," Hawks mocked, tapping wings with the younger flyer. "You going to your place?"

"Yeah, before Shouto has a stroke," Izuku huffed, rolling his eyes. Shouto pried his open, glaring at Izuku. "Wouldn't eye me like that, Canadian flag. I'm the one keeping you from going splat."

"I hate you. So much," Shouto growled, shoving his face into Izuku's neck.

"Sounds like the date is going well. Good luck, kids!" Hawks cackled as he flew off. Izuku faltered for a moment, making Shouto tense again.

"I'm gonna kill him," Izuku muttered under his breath. Shouto laughed, cool breath making Izuku shiver. "We're here, your highness." Shouto snorted, wobbling when he was set on solid ground. He sat for a moment, grounding himself on the sideway leading up to a white house. A snort drew his attention to a purple-haired boy with eye bags the size of Japan. A flare of jealousy welled in his chest, unbidden.

"Hito!" Izuku whined. "Don't make fun of Shouto!"

"So this is your boyfriend," this 'Hito' looked him up and down before raising a brow. "I approve." Izuku made a dying sound, Shouto blinking innocently where he sat, confused.

"This is Hitoshi, my brother," Izuku explained. "This is Shouto Todoroki."

"Number two's kid, right? Must suck, your dad's an ass," Hitoshi huffed. "Come on in. Dad is sleeping and Papa is out."

The home was so... normal. So homey and Shouto couldn't help but envy it. Cats weaved through his legs before rubbing on his left side. Izuku chuckled, picking up Eraser to cuddle to his chest.

"You don't deactivate you Quirk?" Shouto asked softly, trying not to wake the sleeping hero.

"Cant. Not really," Izuku responded. "I store energy and it overwhelms me. I almost need to almost constantly be in this form." Shouto wrinkled his nose.

"What happens then?"

"I explode." Shouto's eyes went wide. "Figuratively. I've been working on my second form, but it's really hard to control. I could show you, but we have to go outside. Follow me." They went out a back door to a concrete patio. Izuku motioned for him to wait by the door, moving to the center of the large slab. He rolled his shoulders, his scales hitting the light to make him look like he was lit aflame. His wings folded in and the claws on his hands retracted before Izuku shucked his shirt.

Muscles twitched in the light, Hitoshi coming up beside Shouto and wolf whistling. Izuku gave him the bird, signing something offensive if Hitoshi's face said anything, before closing his eyes. His scales shifted, some that were so faint they were invisible before showing up as the others turned sea blue. They came up his sides, running along the lines of his abs and pecks. He seemed to buff a little, blue magma making his veins visible. His eyes turned the same shade of blue as his scales, black horns reached upward, making a lire shape. His fangs were still sharp when he smiled, pumping the air very slowly.

"I did it," he cheered.

"Why are you moving so slow?" Shouto asked, tilting his head.

"Think of All Might," Hitoshi supplied. "He's so strong, if he moves fast, he'll blow the house away. He's been practicing, but he doesn't know how to limit it yet."

"That and bones are stupid," Izuku huffed, putting his arm down slowly. "I've broke a lot trying to get this form under control."

"You cant fly," Shouto pointed out as Izuku flicked back to his red draconic form.

"I can jump so high, that doesn't matter," Izuku shrugged.

"Why is he here?"

"Sup, Dad," Hitoshi drawled casually. Shouto started sweating. "Shouto was just chilling here after Izuku gave him a heart attack in the form of flying."

"You all bully me," Izuku huffed. "Flying with me is not that bad."

"I don't mind it," Hitoshi offered, hands up, "but your boyfriend looked like he was going to scream and puke at the same time."

"Boyfriend?" Shouta growled, eyes going red.

"NOT REALLY," Shouto and Izuku denied quickly. "People just keep saying that. We're not!" Izuku continued, groaning.

"You have a tail," Shouto obseved, pointing at the extra appendage.

"Yep," Izuku nodded, the tail wiggling a little bit. "Helps with balance in the air and on the ground. Grabbing stuff to, I guess." Hitoshi elbowed Shouto and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Izuku sputtering and Shouto simply going red and melting into himself.

"None of that in my house," Shouta called from the kitchen, getting a cup of black coffee. "EVER."

"Not in front of the cats," Hitoshi agreed. "Or in front of my salad."

"Why salad?" Shouto asked, confused. Hitoshi stared at him, something like pity in those purple eyes.

"You poor, sweet summer child," Hitoshi sighed. "We must teach you the ways." Shouto suddenly felt like he was in danger.

-0-

"Aaaaaaaand were here!" Izuku announced, landing in front of Shouto's home. Shouto was plopped back onto his feet, holding onto Izuku as he regained equilibrium. Feyumi opened the door, looking for the source of the noise.

"Oh," she hummed, "you must be Izuku. Hello, I'm Feyumi Todoroki." Izuku smiled at her, letting go of Shouto when he could stand again.

"Izuku Aizawa, nice to meet you," he responded, spreading his wings and bowing, tilting his wings forward. She giggled at him, ruffling his fluffy hair. Izuku purred, leaning into her hand. Shouto blinked before he proceeded to run his nails gently over Izuku's skull, watching him practically melting.

"Awe! He's adorable. I approve," Feyumi joked. Shouto groaned, Izuku standing up straight and laughing at him.

"Alright, I gotta go before it gets too late," Izuku huffed, looking at the orange and purple sky.

"Bye, Izuku," Shouto called, waving.

"See you soon, Shouto! Bye, Feyumi!"

"Byyyyyyyyyyye," Feyumi called, waving happily. She turned to Shouto with a smirk and he groaned. "How was your date? Tell me everything!"

-0-

Izuku stretched, elongated tongue rolling out of his mouth as he yawned. Hitoshi, next to him, yawned, waving his arms as if to stave it off. "Ew, I caught a yawn."

"Shut up," Izuku griped, plopping on the couch next to his brother. "I'm so sleepy. Hitoshi~ I'm tired."

"You? Tired? The world is ending," Hitoshi deadpanned.

"Exactly," Shouta huffed. "He never runs out of energy. Him being tired is like us at full throttle." Izuku, who was leaning on fist, elbow on the arm of the couch, was asleep, sun raining in from the window. "That's why. Your a lizard and you've been soaking in sun all summer," Shouta snorted. "You warm so you're sleepy." Izuku hummed distractedly.

"We should throw him in the fridge," Hitoshi cackled. "He'll be awake then."

"Shut your nuggets, Hito," Izuku huffed, eyes closed and body limp.

"Shut my... huh? You know what'll wake him up? I'm hacking your phone and posting all the pictures you got of you and your boyfriend."

"Shouto needs to be recognized," Izuku chuckled. "Mine. Hoard. Family."

"Oh no, he's regressing. Cavemen speak," Hitoshi laughed as Izuku flicked him off. He was slapped in the back of the head by his dad, making him whine.

"Shouldn't the two of you, I don't know, train? You're planning on U.A. in three years, right?" Shouta questioned, eyebrow raised. The door swung open and a very tired Presentation Microphone trudged through the entrance. "Rough day?" He got a groan in response, making them wince.

"We'll go spar, then. You deal with Pops," Hitoshi offered, grabbing Izuku by his white crop-top and making their way to the back. The two took out the sparing mats and set them up, squaring up to each other. "On three?"

"Sure. One."

"Two."

Izuku lunged, lashing out with a leg and nailing Hitoshi in the chest, laughing out a "Three." He flipped, landing on his feet as he paused to catch his breath. Izuku let him, knowing that was a dirty shot.

"Fucking cheater," Hitoshi wheezed, Izuku cackling.

"I said three," he defended. "Up and at 'em, Hito." Izuku took a boxers stance, the one he found most comfortable. Left defending his chest and right tensed to lash out.

"What are you two doing?" Izuku looked over to see who was speaking, a smile on his face before it met a pair of boney knuckles.

"Bitch," Hitoshi growled, satisfied grin on his face. He turned and waved. "Hey, Shouto." He squawked when Izuku pounced, catching his wrist and digging his claws into the concrete to hold him there. He trapped his legs with his calves, making sure not to slice him with his talons.

"Bitch," Izuku called back, chuckling. "I win." He stood, offering Hitoshi a hand and hoisting him up. "Pops had a rough day so we let Dad deal with him. Sup, Sho."

"Just came to say hi. They let Mom out of the hospital this week and said she was clarence to watch us when she can with Feyumi's supervision. She's doing a lot better now that the flaming trashbag can get within fifty feet."

"Nice," the brothers responded. "I'd like to meet her sometime. Over tea or something," Izuku smiled, soft and happy as he scented Shouto.

"Get approval to marry you," Hitoshi joked, making Izuku choke. "Have y'all started dating yet?"

"Mom said it could be my present after I get into U.A.," Shouto chuckled. Izuku blinked, wide-eyed. "I need to focus, she said, so I should work hard before then." He shrugged, "then she gave me dating tips, so I'm getting mixed signals."

"Holy lord," Hitoshi groaned. "Ask each other out already. I'm dying from the pinning."

"He says," Izuku laughed, hitting Shouto's arm playfully. "We were at the store the other day," Shouto watched Hitoshi turn an odd shade of pink, "and this blonde with a black bolt in his hair asked him if he knew were the soy sauce was. He lit up pink," Izuku motioned to the very pink Hitoshi, "and said 'I'm gay' with a straight face. Oh, my Kami, I had to learn how to breath again before I told him isle four." Izuku cackled. "His pink- literally, she was bright pink- friend was sitting there dying and another, black-haired boy with red eyes found us and said he found the soy and looked really lost. The blonde was catatonic."

"Awe," Shouto cooed. "Love at first sight."

"It was so embarrassing," Hitoshi whined, "but he's was so pretty! He had golden eyes, Izuku. Gold."

"And you have white pupils," Izuku stated. "And I have green, blue, red, AND gold eyes. Get on my level, hoe."

"Mine don't match," Shouto threw in, chuckling. "Mine's bigger."

"No. I'm a hundred percent sure that title goes to Izuku," Hitoshi disagreed, making Shouto choke. He blinked at the purplette with raised brows. "We used to bathe together all the time because Izuku had abandonment issues."

"That, and my mother tried to drown me in a tub once so I didn't trust the water," Izuku shrugged. "I have to agree with Hito on this one, Sho."

"Why are we talking about this?" Shouto groaned, beat red.

"You started it," Hitoshi laughed. "Why don't you two spar? Izuku, make sure to land on top. I'm not having a bottom for a brother."

"You just don't want the competition," Izuku teased, pulling Shouto to the ring. "Come on, Sho. No Quirks." He released his draconic form, bouncing on the balls of his feet to get used to not having his tail. "One. Two. Three!" Izuku lunged, aiming a fist at Shouto's face. The other dodged, lashing out with his foot to catch Izuku's side. With strong legs, Izuku hopped over it and set a kick for Shouto's head. It caught his shoulder, but Shouto let it turn him sideways and kicked out, Izuku unable to dodge mid-air.

Izuku took the hit, twirling to land on his feet. He kicked off, aiming a series of punches at Shouto's chest. He dodged most of them, but the last one drilled him right in the diaphragm, making him stumble. Izuku swept at his feet, knocking Shouto down before he pounced and captured him like he did Hitoshi. Izuku laughed, Shouto pouting at the loss.

"Don't worry, Sho," Izuku hummed, licking right under his ear like he had done the first day they met, "I'll be gentle."

"Ew. Get off," Shouto deadpanned. Izuku laughed, nuzzling his neck before standing up and pulling Shouto with him. Hitoshi threw a fist in the air with a very dead 'yay', making them both laugh. "No competition, then?"

"He's got you," Izuku teased, nuzzling his neck again. "Anyway. Who's next?"

"Me and Shouto. Hither, child," Hitoshi summoned, dragging the boy away. Izuku cheered them on, but in the end, Shouto had weight on his side and pinned Hitoshi. Izuku's enthusiastic call of 'That's gay!' set them into a laughing fit, Shouto rolling of Hitoshi when his arms started getting weak. The changed up, Izuku only loosing to Shouto once and Hitoshi twice ("You cheated!" "Shouto is a nice distraction. Sorry, not sorry."). Shouto and Hitoshi were pretty even, mostly because they kept losing to Izuku. They both ganged up on him at the end, rolling around on the grass.

"Lunch, brats!" Shouta called, not closing the door as he went back to the kitchen. They all heeded, eating some sandwiches and their preferred beverages (Izuku: milk. Hitoshi: orange juice. Shouto: water. "You're boring." "No, I'm hydrated.") before Tenya had busted through the door, greeted them all stiffly, and pulled out a batch of chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies that, no doubt, he and his brother made.

"You're here, why?" Shouta asked, narrowing his dark eyes at Tenya, who stiffened.

"I thought Tensei informed you," he responded, confused.

"His parents are on vacation and Tensei had a weird shift so he asked if Tenya could hang with the boys," Hizashi called from the bedroom.

"That'd be nice to know," Shouta called back, shaking his head and taking a sip of black coffee. "Duffus."

"We can go get ice cream," Hitoshi offered, pointing to the front door. He looked down at his training clothes. "After me, Izuku, and Shouto change and maybe shower. We're all sweaty."

"From what?" Tenya asked, eyeing them wearily.

"Fucking," Hitoshi and Izuku answered, getting slaps from Eraser's capture weapon.

"We were sparing," Shouto explained, chuckling at Tenya's shocked face. "I call shower first." They all took turns, Hitoshi in a black tank-top and jeans, Izuku in a red crop-top and shorts, and Shouto in a white tee and jeans from Izuku's drawer that he kept for such occasions. Tenya had a drawer in Hitoshi's room.

They made their way out (after Izuku grabbed his wallet because he was he only one with his own money. He did odd jobs around town) and went to their favorite ice cream booth. The waved to the owner, paid for a vanilla milkshake with carmel syrup, a mint chocolate chip waffle cone, a strawberry bowl, and a superman cone. They walked around the park, happily eating ice cream when a shriek broke the mood.

"Stay away!" a woman shouted, obviously stressed. Izuku blinked and offered Shouto his cup.

"Hold my milkshake." He took off, looking around before he saw a man aiming a knife at a cornered woman, shielding the baby in her arms with her body. He dived, snatching up the man's arms and crashing into the ground hard enough for his head to make a nice 'thunk' on the ground. Disoriented, but not in any danger. Izuku nodded to himself. "Threatening a woman is disgusting, man," Izuku huffed, taking the knife from him. "Threatening a baby is the lowest." Izuku snorted. "Wonder what happens when you do both."

"You get put in jail," Hitoshi snorted, arriving with the rest of their crew. Shouto handed Izuku back his shake, he sucked on it sarcastically as the villain came to. "Naomasa is on his way with a squad car."

"It doesn't surprise me that you are on a first name basis with the lead detective," Tenya chuckled. "With how much trouble Izuku runs into."

"Yep. That and Endeavwhore," Shouto chuckled.

"I normally don't condone such language," Tenya sniffed, pushing up his glasses with his finger, "but that is very accurate." Shouto laughed, a sound that has become more frequent now that his father is gone from his life.

"I would pay big money to hear Tenya call Endeavour a fuck stick. Big money," Hitoshi cackled. Izuku was cooing mockingly at the man struggling beneath him, laughing when he heated the skin under Izuku's feet. "He's fire proof. No heat can get to him. Unless you're the sun. That makes him sleepy."

"I'm just really OP," Izuku huffed, waving at the detective and the two officers that approached.

"You got that right," Naomasa grouched, running a hand through short, black hair. "You're always running into trouble, we have to balance it with something."

"Oh, ha ha, Nao," Izuku mocked. "He can heat his skin. Probably enough to melt handcuffs." The officers held up Quirk suppressing cuffs. "That'll do. An odd flex and a little kinky. You're not my type, sorry, officer." Izuku sucked on his straw, blinking at the officer who only rolled his eyes. They took the man away and

"Yeah, his type is Canadian flags and peppermint sticks," Hitoshi cackled.

"That's gay," Tenya deadpanned.

"As the only straight person, you don't get to make that joke," Izuku huffed.

"I'm straight," Naomasa grouched.

"Bitch, if your straight, I'm a flamingo," Izuku sniffed. "You and that tall blonde you're talking to all the time. Don't think I don't see that."

"Toshi? What's he gotta do with anything?" Naomasa countered, one of the officers chuckling behind him.

"Y'all even got pet names," Izuku cooed. "Invite me to the wedding, Nao." Naomasa just threw his hands up. "Your Quirk will tell you real quick if your lying to yourself!"

"Doesn't work that way," Naomasa groaned.

"Naomasa is straight."

False.

Naomasa blinked. "What the hell."

"Told you. Don't argue with me. My gaydar is a hundred percent accurate. You, sir, are a bisexual," Izuku cackled. Hitoshi was on the ground by now, forgetting how to breathe. The woman had already finished telling the other officer her story and was giggling at the boys. Tenya looked exasperated beyond mortal comprehension and Shouto was eyeing him fondly.

Naomasa, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, groaned and hopped into the police car, in the back as the other officer took the front seat.

"Is he always like that?" the man in the handcuffs asked, eyeing the soon-to-be teens. Naomasa sighed out his exasperation.

"Yes. Always."

-0-

"We cant let you go anywhere," Hizashi laughed as they retold the story at dinner, Shouto and Tenya already at home for the day.

"I'm crying," Hitoshi wheezed, wiping imaginary tears. "You gave that poor man an identity crisis and I'm not sure if he's mad about it or not."

-0-

Izuku looked up at the tall, intimidating building and huffed. Today was the day of exams, but he and Shouto had gotten in on recommendation along with Hitoshi and another girl that he couldn't quite remember the name of. Shouto's father had recommended him (much to their surprise) and Hitoshi had gotten Shouta's and Izuku got Hizashi's. Tenya wanted to take the exam, so he would be in the crowd at U.A. Izuku was here to watch, really. Nezu had asked him to scout the stadiums to make sure no one died (not that it has ever happened before. Nezu just wanted him to do scouting now and write a report later, the bastard).

Izuku noticed a certain blonde and grinned.

"Hey, Kami. Isn't that the dude who was with your lover boy?" the pink girl teased, point at Izuku, who was crouched on a lamp post. Izuku's grin widened. He hopped down, spooking some people who hadn't seen him.

"Hey, it's you three. Didn't catch your names."

"Denki Kaminari," the blonde offered, a little pink.

"Mina Ashido."

"Eijiro Kirishima."

"Izuku Aizawa. Nice to meet you," he offered back. He turned to Kaminari, cackling. "His face, oh, my god. It is the biggest joke in my house." He grinned, baring fangs. "You want his name, though? Make it into the hero course and I'll tell you."

"Your applying?" Kirishima asked, smiling with a mouth full of shark teeth.

"We got in on recommend." He bared his claws, glistening in the light. "In other words, they nurfed me and my brother cant do robots so Nezu let him in."

"Nezu? As in, the principle?" Ashido asked, stunned. Izuku nodded.

"Yeps. Since our parents work here, we know him pretty well." Izuku started moving to the building, the others following obediently. "Bro's Quirk doesn't work on robots but is super awesome, so Dad got him a recomendation."

"Ah," Ashido nodded in understanding. "I get that. So it is robots. Good. We should all be golden, then." They made it to the auditorium, Izuku humming before perching on the back of Kaminari's chair, making it squeak a little. "If you got recommended, how come you're here?"

"To make sure you don't die," Izuku grinned, fangs flashing as the lights dimmed and a spotlight landed on Present Mic. He greeted everyone, talked through the loops that they were going to jump through and what the info on their cards meant.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAND, just to help you feel comfortable, we got our own, personal, flying reptile to make sure no one gets thrashed to bad!" Present Mic announced, pointing to the back of the auditorium. Another spotlight came on, flooding Izuku with light. He flared his wings dramatically, still on the back of Kaminari's seat. "He's going to be zooming through the test sites so be on the lookout for him! Please don't aim any spears or pitchforks at the hired help!"

"Pfffft. Hired help," Izuku chuckled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "As if I get paid for this."

"You're not?" Hizashi blinked.

"Not that I'm aware," Izuku shrugged. "Don't know if that makes y'all feel safer or not, knowing I'm doing this out of the goodness in my heart." He got a bit of laughter, but he caught a few paling. Izuku cackled.

"Anyway, listeners! Time to head to the busses!"

Everyone filed out, Mina pouting because she was on a different bus than the boys. Izuku whispered something, getting energetic nodding in return. The boys' eyes bugged out when he retracted his claws, picked her up bridal style, and took off once they were outside.

"The dragon and the princess," someone said, making everyone laugh. "Was that his girlfriend or something?"

"Nope," Kaminari popped the 'p'. They just officially met today and for, like, three seconds at the store."

"And I'm pretty sure he's gay," Kirishima piped up. "I very rarely see straight men in crop tops."

-0-

Izuku crouched on the wall, grinning down at Tenya. He signed, not wanting to out Hitoshi out loud, having seen the blonde and the redhead in the same group. 'Found Hito's cutie.'

'I've noticed,' Tenya signed back, chuckling. Izuku stretched, wings spread and claws out.

"Good luck, examines!" he called, taking off. They all looked very uneasy, Izuku cackling like a madman. With that, his papa called the start, the machines already wandering around and causing destruction. He shifted from place to place, monitoring the different sites with the teachers in his ear making comments about students and if anyone was in trouble they couldn't get out of. He noticed a familiar face in a blonde with red eyes, explosions echoing from his palms. He didn't notice the dragon in his quest to murder everything, so Izuku let him be.

Ashido was going well, melting people with acid. Kirishima was plowing them with his hardening Quirk, and Kaminari was zapping the bots before going dumb, but Kirishima was there helping his friend not get murdered by robots. It was when the ground rumbled that everyone started to panic. Izuku landed on a building, watching in amusement and a little disappointment as everyone ran.

"Help!" Izuku snapped to the noise, a brown-haired girl who had been trapped under some rubble. Everyone was still running away, not moving to her. Tenya moved to help, but couldn't lift the rubble. Izuku flew down and grabbed the top boulder with his claws, hands and feet, and lifted the rock up. Tenya lifted the girl up and ran away from the zero pointer. Izuku let the rock fall back into place and spoke into the ear piece.

"Anyone else?" he asked, flying up and hovering for a moment.

'Everyone else got away, it looks like,' Nezu spoke up, an obvious smile in his voice. 'Good job, Dracon.'

"Should I expect the order for an essay?" he chuckled, landing and finding Tenya and the girl he saved. Her ankle was broken, swollen and bleeding. Tenya rose a brow and Izuku signed 'Nezu' to satisfy his curiosity.

'Of course.' Izuku snorted, shaking his head as the line went quiet. Mic called the exam, letting Izuku rest.

"Your ankle is broken, but you'll be alright. We have Recovery Girl on standby to help with injuries," Izuku informed, giving her a kind smile.

"Thanks," she hummed, nose wrinkled in pain. She turned to Tenya, "and thank you both for saving me."

"As a hero should," Tenya nodded, chopping a hand. "I am disappointed in our fellow examines, however. No one turned to help."

"Yeah," Izuku agreed, huffing. "Even with the giant hunk of junk in the way."

"Are you a hero?" the girl asked, curious.

"Nope," Izuku chuckled. "I have clarence to use my Quirk, though, because of some circumstances. I'm just an extra line so no one got hurt. I've known the staff here for a while. I'm Izuku Aizawa, by the way. This is Tenya Iida."

"Ah, yes. How rude of me to not introduce myself," Tenya huffed. "Your name, miss?"

"Ochako Uraraka," she informed, confused when Izuku waved someone over. Recovery Girl, an older lady with a white coat and a syringe for a cane, came over with a tut.

"Here I thought you were better than that," she teased, hitting Izuku's shin lightly with her cane. Izuku laughed, waving off his claws and rubbing the back of his neck.

"She broke her ankle in the rubble. It looks clean, but I could be wrong," he informed. Recovery Girl looked it over, nodding.

"Yes, you're right. You would know all about broken bones, wouldn't you, Izuku?"

"Meanie," he whined, dodging a hit to the shins. Recovery Girl rolled her eyes and kissed Uraraka on the cheek, her ankle healing nicely. Uraraka yawned, accepting the energy gummies. "You know what we need? To syphon my energy to make those. Maybe then I could sleep on my back."

"If only," Tenya sighed. "Maybe we can get your quips under control."

"Me? Not make gay jokes? Please," Izuku huffed as Recovery Girl left to see to other examines. "You just cant appreciate them with your straightness."

"As a bisexual, I stand by that," Uraraka giggled, standing up and wobbling slightly. Izuku caught her and held her until she could stand on her own. Izuku raised a brow at Tenya, who simply rolled his eyes. Izuku walked with them outside, fidgeting as he went. Hands flexing, eyes unfocused.

"You okay?" Tenya asked, brushing Izuku's arm. Izuku jumped, flinching.

'Sorry,' he signed. 'Weird energy. Cant sit still.' Tenya nodded, eyes widening as Izuku shifted into his second form. Obelisk with its blue scales and horns gave of an aura of strength.

"Woah," Uraraka awed. "Cool." Izuku laughed, voice deep and strong.

"Yep, except moving my pinky wrong will level a building," he huffed. "I've gotten a lot more practice, but I wouldn't use this form indoors. Ever."

"Why are you in it now?" Uraraka asked.

"Extra energy," Tenya answered. "His body stores energy to help with the shifting. Unfortunately, it makes too much and Izuku sometimes cant handle it. He switches to burn it off."

"Honestly, I burn more energy holding myself back." He huffed at the bus, waving at the driver. "Ew. Transportation. You sure you don't wanna fly back, Tenya?"

"With you? No," Tenya deadpanned. Uraraka giggled, watching Tenya get on the bus. Izuku's shocked and hurt face made her laugh.

"I'll go with you," she offered. "I'm still a little shaken from my Quirk and me and motor vehicles don't get along." Izuku nodded, growing his wings as he powered down and hoisting her up in a princess carry. He took off, making sure to stay stable so she didn't get sick. She cheered, laughing as they flew.

"Don't get sick on me," Izuku laughed. "I'm a sympathy puker and I'm the one keeping us from dying." Uraraka was holding her ribs with one arm and the other around Izuku's neck.

"No, I feel really good right now," she assured. "The cold air is helping." Izuku chuckled, landing in the parking lot where the buses would be dropping people off.

"This is where the buses are coming, so they'll be here in a minute. If you're waiting for someone, it would be here," Izuku informed. She shrugged.

"Not anyone in particular. Do we get to leave?"

"Yep," Izuku nodded. "You'll get your results in a week, give or take a few days." Uraraka hummed and waved as she left. Izuku waved bye as the buses pulled up and let the to-be students off. Izuku found Tenya with Kaminari and Kirishima, laughing about something. Mina found them next, giggling and cheery.

"I so passed," she cheered. "This is going to be so cool!"

"Unless you get Dad as your homeroom," Izuku laughed. "Then you might not make it past the first day."

"Isn't the first day orientation?" Kirishima asked, head tilted like a puppy.

"Izuku?"

He turned, eyeing the blonde with red eyes cautiously. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head as if the different angle would jog his memory. "Um... you're familiar..."

"Katsuki Bakugo," the blonde introduced. Izuku's eyes widened, a smile on his face.

"Kacchan!" He tackled the blonde, purring loudly. "It's been forever!"

"You're a dragon," he said blankly. "The fuck."

"Stress activated it," Izuku explained, helping Katsuki up. "A burning building does that to you."

"I heard about that. Inko died." Izuku huffed, a growl low in his throat.

"Good riddance." Katsuki balked at that.

"What do you mean, nerd? Auntie-"

"Abused me for two years? Probably set the house on fire herself? She sure did," Izuku snapped. "I have no remorse for that woman." Katsuki was silent, but he handed Izuku his phone. Izuku put his information in and texted himself so he had Katsuki's.

"Mom misses you," Katsuki informed, mellowed. Izuku smiled sadly.

"Yeah and Uncle Masaru. Tell them I said hi and that I'll come visit sometime." Katuski nodded, walking off to start heading home.

"Woah. Deep."

Izuku snorted, turning to Kaminari, "whatever you say, short circuit."

"You seem really happy," Ashido commented. "I'm glad you're in a better situation."

"With Dad and Papa and my brother," Izuku assured, winking at Kaminari. "Hope you brought your A-game, Kami. He's a tough switch to control." Kaminari whined.

"Why you like this?" he groaned. "Why cant you just give me his digits or something?"

"That's too easy," Izuku cackled. "See you in class!"

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Slifer the Sky Dragon/Osiris {Oshirisu no Tenkuryu}- Male, red serpent with two mouths and wings. destroys three monsters per attack. Opponent loses 2000 atk or def depending on mode.

Obelisk the Tormentor {Oshirisu no Kyoshinhei}- Tribute 2 monsters to destroy all opponents.

Winged Dragon of Ra {Ra no Yokushinryu}- 3 monsters must be used to summon ra. Can sacrifice all but one life point to ra. Continue to sacrifice monsters to boost attack and defense.

"Great beast of the sky, please hear my cry. Transform thyself from the orb of light and bring me victory in this fight. Envelop the desert with your glow and cast your rage upon my foe. Unlock your powers from deep within so that together we may win. Appear in this Shadow Game as I call out your name!"