I'm taking a few liberties on personalities. I want to be able to show the two different sides of Shōta and Hizashi compared to Eraser Head and Present Mic.

Hizashi's looks are based around the Manga, not the anime.

I also want to mention that the POV will not go into First Person POV, but will focus more on one character than others at a time. The POV may flop slightly, and I apologize for it because the transitions aren't the smoothest.

In the end, I don't plan to come back to this chapter for any heavy editing other then to add more detail and such. So if this chapter is updated after posting it shouldn't have any plot changes to it. This goes for all chapters.

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The next morning, Fred walks out into the living room to see Hizashi flipping through the news while Shōta is nowhere in sight. Walking to stand behind but to the right of the couch, Fred speaks up. "Morning."

Hizashi starts at the kids voice, before turning and grinning over at Fred. "Morning kid. Sleep well?"

Fred shrugs, walking over to stand over the couch, leaning his hips against its back with his arms crossed. "I think I got rid of my jet lag, so that's nice. What can I have for breakfast?"

Pointing toward the kitchen Hizashi says, "The cabinet to the right of the sink has bowls for cereal and the spoons are in the drawer under the counter. The cereal is in the pantry. If you want something cooked just ask and I'll help out."

Fred nods in thanks, before going into the kitchen and making himself a bowl of what looks and tastes like corn flakes. After finishing, Fred places the bowl next to the sink before opening the cabinet under the sink and finding the sponge and soap he saw Shōta using last night. Quickly washing the used bowl and spoon before drying it and his hands off, Fred walks out into the living room and sits on the other side of the couch from Hizashi, both watching Hizashi channel surf.

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After a few hours of watching the news, the weather channel, and some comedy show that Fred couldn't understand, Fred could hear a thump from the shared bedroom behind him, causing him to turn his head in curiosity. A few seconds after the thump, a sleep addled Shōta opens the door and walks toward Hizashi. Hizashi, hearing his husband, turns to face him and smiles.

"Good morning." Hizashi chirps, extending a hand to Shōta, which the tired man takes.

"Good morning." Shōta replies, leaning down to hug Hizashi from over the couch.

Hizashi chuckles, kissing the side of Shōta's head before shifting to get up. Shōta, who had straightened, hugs Hizashi once the man is in front of him, wrapping his arms around the blondes waist while Hizashi wraps his arms around Shōta's shoulders, burying his face into the crook of Shōta's neck.

"Want me to make you tea?" Hizashi asks, only getting an affirmative grunt in response.

"Come on." Hizashi prompts, breaking the hug and grabbing Shōta's left hand instead before leading his husband into the kitchen. Fred watching the two go before turning back to the TV.

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In the kitchen, Hizashi let go of Shōta's hand and continues to a cabinet on the left side of the stove, pulling out a lemon and green tea from the bottom shelf before reaching further into the shelf to pull out a jar of honey. Placing them on the counter, Hizashi reaches to the second shelf and grabs a black mug with pink cat silhouettes painted around the middle.

Opening the cabinet under the counter next to the stove, Hizashi pulls out a tea kettle and fills it with water from the sink before setting it in the stove over a medium flame.

Turning to face his husband, Hizashi finds that Shōta had gotten an apple from the fridge before sitting down on the stool closest to the stove. Leaning on the counter in front of Shōta, Hizashi rests his head on his crossed arms. "How was patrol last night?" Hizashi asks, looking up at Shōta through his eyelashes.

"Quiet. Three thieves were working together to rob a convenience store and a purse snatcher with a speed quirk."

Hizashi huffs. "Were they at least spread out?"

Shōta nods before taking another bite from his apple. "How's the kid so far?"

Hizashi shrugs. "Didn't say much this morning other than to ask about breakfast options. why don't you go talk to him while the water boils."

Shōta gives Hizashi an unimpressed look. "You know I'm horrible with English, and the kid doesn't know any Japanese."

Hizashi shrugs. "You can't ignore him. And I know for a fact you know more than you say you do."

Shōta huffs in annoyance at his husband before getting up to throw out his apple core. After closing the cabinet door the trash is in, Shōta takes the now whistling tea kettle and pores the boiling water into his mug. After adding the tea bag, he walks over to the drawer to the right of the sink and takes out a small spoon, using it to add some honey to the tea and to stir it all together.

Sipping his tea after putting everything away, Shōta looks down at Hizashi, who is looking back up at Shōta with a fond look in his eyes. Raising an eyebrow at his husband, Shōta walks away and into the living room, slowly sitting on the other end of the couch from Fred so he doesn't spill his tea. Glancing at the kid out of the corner of his eye for a second, Shōta tunes into the Weather Channel that Fred stumbled upon.

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After a few minutes of uninterrupted silence Fred turns to Shōta, noticing that the man, despite having just woken up a few minutes ago, looked even more tired then last night. "What did you do last night?"

Shōta, who was holding the tea close to his face, seemingly to smell the aroma it gave off, looks over at Fred with a dead panned look. "Patrol."

Fred's eyebrows shot up, before clicking the fingers on his right hand and pointing a finger gun at Shōta. "Oh yeah, you're a Pro too! What's your Hero name? Principle Nezu didn't give any specifics in any of the emails."

"Why he not tella you?" Shōta asks, giving Fred a bewildered face.

Fred just shrugs. "Didn't want to pry. Figured he has his reasons."

Shōta scoffs, muttering something under his breath before taking another sip from his still steaming tea. "Eraser Head."

Blinking in surprise at the name, Fred pulls out his phone from his pants pocket and quickly types in the name given. Upon seeing that there is no information on a hero named Eraser Head on any English sites, Fred turns his phone off and turns to face Shōta. "I don't actually know who you are. Can you tell me your quirk?"

Shōta sighs, about to explain his hero persona with his limited English vocabulary, but before he could Hizashi runs out of the kitchen and slams a hand over his husbands mouth. "Wait! I said I would introduce you!"

"Okay, fine!" Was Shōta's muffled reply. Hizashi, who took his hand off his husbands mouth at his words, clapped his hands together twice before vaulting over the back of the couch to sit in between the other two, facing Fred.

"I told you last night that I would introduce you to the other person that has a similar quirk to you before you went to bed, remember?"

Fred nods, quirking an eyebrow and looking at Shōta as Hizashi continues.

"Well, Shōta here is that other person. His quirk is called Erasure. He can cancel the quirk of any person within his field of view, but he's unable to cancel most mutant quirks."

Fred nods again, though this time in understanding. "So his Erasure is just like my Visual Erasure by the sound of it. Does he do the floaty thing?" As Fred says this, he grabs the ends of his hair and pulls a few of the strands up, before letting them fall back into place.

Hizashi nods excitedly. "Yeah! Do your eyes go red?"

Fred quirks an eyebrow again, giving Hizashi an 'Are you serious?' look. "My eyes only glow, but I guess that's because they're already red."

Hizashi blinks, before shifting closer to Fred to look at him better. The boys eyes were, infact, red. They even looked vaguely like his own eyes, though the coloration is a deeper red than his own. Looking at the rest of the kids prominent features, Hizashi see that Fred has layered light honey blond hair that just barely goes past his earlobes, giving the boy a rather rugged appearance despite his slightly chubby rounded face. Fred also has blonde eyelashes and eyebrows with a freckle just under his left eye, and with a quick glance Hizashi can see another in the crook of his neck and left shoulder where his shirt hung loosely. Tilting his head in thought, Hizashi lets out a "Hmm." of agreement before turning to face his husband. "Hey Sho, do we look similar, or is that just me?"

At Hizashi's question, Shōta leans forward to get a better look at both Fred and Hizashi. Flicking his eyes between the other two, Shōta shrugs before answering. "Yeah, in hair and eyes only though." Shōta then gets up to clean his finished tea mug.

Nodding, Hizashi turns to Fred with a smile playing on his lips, before repeatedly squishing the boys cheeks with his pointer fingers. "You're a mini me!"

Fred turns red at the statement, but is unable to prevent an embarrassed smile from splitting his face, causing Hizashi to giggle at the adorable being before him.

Hizashi, after a few moments, stops squishing Fred's cheeks with a light pat to them both before he gets up from the couch and turns the TV off before turning back to Fred. "Well, we can't stay on the couch all day! Throw on some casual clothes, we're going out! I'm thinking we should swing by U.A. so you can get a look at the campus before school starts. All the students that took the entrance exam got to see the basics. You were given your student ID right?" Hizashi asks, whipping around to face Fred before either got to their rooms.

Fred turns to Hizashi, brows furrowed, before dashing into his room and grabbing his wallet from his desk before running back out to Hizashi. "Uh, I think so. It's this right?"

Hizashi looks at the metal square Fred held out, seeing the boys picture and basic student information written in Japanese on it. "Yeah," Hizashi nods, "Make sure you have that on you at all times. You can't get onto school grounds without it."

Nodding, Fred shoves the ID card back into its slot before turning back around and going into his room to change, closing the door as he did so.

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Shōta, hearing Fred's door close with a click, walks into the kitchen doorway into the main room in time to see Hizashi close their bedroom door, leaving it unlatched. Walking to the room and entering, Shōta sees that Hizashi is going through their clothes cupboard for casual wear. "Are we going somewhere?"

Looking over at his husband, Hizashi nods. "Yeah! I want to take the kid to U.A. so he can get a feel of the school before class starts. He already has his Student ID so I think it's a good idea. We can go out for lunch if it's good timing and maybe pick up anything he needs." Turning to the bed, Hizashi drops a pair of faded jeans and a baggy, faded yellow sweater. Turning back to the cupboard he reaches in and takes out a thin, decorative white infinity scarf.

Shōta, once Hizashi walks over to the bed to change into the clothes, starts to pull out his own outfit for the day. Looking at his side of the cupboard, Shōta pulls out a pair of well worn black jeans from a shelf above the hanging clothes and a white long sleeved shirt before he grabs a light tan coat that falls below his hips.

Turning to place the clothes on the bed where Hizashi's previously were Shōta starts changing. Looking over at his husband, Shōta watches as Hizashi pulls his hair up into a bun with the ends of his hair hanging loose around the base of the bun. Turning back to grab a belt from the compartment on the floor of the cupboard, Shōta threads the dark brown belt through the loops before he turns and grabs his jacket. Walking out of the room Shōta pulls the jacket on as he walks to the TV table to grab the single car and two apartment keys.

Hizashi, who had watched his husband walk out of the room through the mirror, smiles at his reflection before he walks over to the end table and opens the jewelry box on top. Taking out a bracelet that has different music notes on it, Hizashi clips it onto his left wrist before grabbing a ring box beside the jewelry box and opening it. Looking in, Hizashi is greeted with Shōta's wedding ring.

The ring is made of black titanium with a red diamond embedded into it. Though simplistic in its design, Hizashi thinks it's the most beautiful piece of jewelry in Musutafu, and carefully pushes it back into its slot in the box before placing the whole thing back on the dresser, the box still open.

Looking down at his own ring, which has been on his finger the whole time, Hizashi brings the ring to his mouth and places a light kiss over the yellow diamond embedded in the white titanium. Smiling down at it before he starts to add his other rings. First placing a silver ring with a red music note gem, which is held by two snake heads, onto his right pointer finger, and then a golden ring with flowers etched around the edge onto his left middle finger. Grabbing the last ring, Hizashi picks up a small silver ring with a heart shape made out of the band and puts it onto his right pinky.

Smiling down at his jewelry Hiashi bicks up Shōta's wedding ring box and pulls the ring out before sliding it into his right thumb to better hold onto. Walking back to the mirror Hizashi checks his hair before he walks out of the bedroom, closing the door as he does, and walks over to Shōta, who had grabbed the car keys and both their wallets from the TV table and was now checking the current villian report on his phone while sitting on the arm rest of the couch closest to the door. Walking over to his husband, Hizashi lightly grabs Shōta's left hand with his own, and after waiting for the other man to transfer his phone to his right hand slips the black titanium ring onto Shōta's ring finger. Smiling at the ring on his husbands finger, Hizashi leans forward to kiss Shōta in the cheek, but Shōta turns last second and catches Hizashi's lips. Smiling into the kiss, Hizashi breaks it, smiles at his husband, and skips to the shoe line, his scarf bouncing with every step.

Grabbing a pair of faded yellow Converse, Hizashi sits on the floor and starts to lace his shoes as Shōta walks over and sits on the bench. Briefly glancing at his husband, Hizasi sees Shōta grab a pair of mid calf boots that were custom made to fit him perfectly, allowing the straps that hug the calf portion of the boots to keep the boots on Shōta's feet. Briefly smiling at being able to see Shōta's ring on his finger, Hizashi averts his eyes to his own feet, making sure that the laces aren't twisted.

Hearing a door open, both men look up to see Fred walking out of his room in a pair of washed out jeans and a black and white pullover, where the single pocket and sleeves along with the inside of the hood are white while the rest is black. His backpack is slung over his shoulder and his phone in hand, the boy typing something single handedly as he partially closes his bedroom door behind himself. Looking up as he pockets his phone into his pullovers pocket, Fred looks at Hizashi and Shōta, before doing a double take and looking again, only to look down at what he's wearing. Giggling, Fred walks closer to the two adults and holds up the hand that had closed the door, showing that he was holding vibrant yellow Converse with black trimming. "I guess we'll match then."

Hizashi bursts out laughing, accidently putting a bit of his quirk into it causing Fred to stumble back at the unexpected onslaught of sound. Hizashi quickly slapped a hand over his mouth the second he realized his mistake, though it was Shōta who stopped his Quirk, before making his way over to Fred. "You okay kid? I usually have more control than that, sorry." Hizashi lightly grabs both sides of Fred's head, moving it from side to side so he can get a good look at the boys ears, which luckily were not bleeding.

After getting his head back, Fred shakes it to try and clear the ringing, only causing him to sway. "I'm fine. It's okay, not your fault." Fred mumbles, grabbing Hizashi's arm to keep steady, the man in kind grabbing the boys elbow to add support. "I'm sure it was going to happen at some point anyway." Says Fred in a joking tone, looking up at Hizashi with a small smirk.

Sighing in relief, Hizashi slings an arm over Fred's shoulders and leads him to the front door. "True, but you shouldn't have to experience it on your first full day in Japan." As they get in front of the door, Shōta stands and points to the bench he was just sat on, telling Fred to sit down. Nodding his understanding and thanks Fred sits and quickly laces his shoes, wrapping the lacing around his ankle with practiced movements and making a small bow with the little lace left over. Once done with both shoes he slides the bottom of his jeans over his ankles to hide the bow.

Once completely finished, Fred looks up to see Hizashi glancing between his own shoes and Fred's, seeing his longer bows sticking out from under his own pants. Shrugging, Hizashi leads the three out into the hall with Fred following behind, leaving Shōta to close and lock the door behind them all. Following the other two as they walk to the elevator Shōta catches the tail end of what Hizashi was saying. "...not only get thrown head first into Musutafu City life, but you get to go to the countries best hero school!"

Fred smiles at the other blond's antics, watching as the man flaps his hand dramatically as he speaks. "Do you think I'll be meeting any other teachers while we're there?" Fred asks, pressing the down arrow when Hizashi points at it.

"Probably. But if Midnight is there, run." Hizashi jokes, making his eyes go wide as he grabs both of Fred's shoulders to emphasize his statement.

"Bestu to run. She is clingy." Shōta says in a deadpanned voice, pressing the ground floor button as they all walk inside the elevator.

Hizashi laughs again, this time without the use of his quirk, with Fred joining in. As they walk out of the apartment complex, Shōta starts to lead them around the side and to a parking lot, walking to the closest car and unlocking it.

Fred walks to the left side of the car, opening the back door before taking his backpack off and placing it on the seat next to him. Shōta takes shotgun while Hizashi sits behind the wheel. Taking the keys from Shōta, Hizashi starts the car and drives onto the streat, taking a left. Once properly merged into traffic, Hizashi turns on the radio, tuning into a station before turning the volume down to a better level to talk over.

"So, kid," Hizashi starts, looking in the rear view mirror at Fred before looking back at the road. "Anything in particular you want to see after U.A.? We can go to a mall and play at the arcade!" Hizashi says, excited at the idea.

Fred smirks in amusement, looking out the window at the new city view. "Sounds fun. I need some basic school supplies anyway. Is there a store where we can get that stuff in the mall?" Looking at Hizashi at his question, Fred watches as the adult sighs dramatically.

"Alright, I guess it's best to get that stuff out of the way. Do you have enough clothes? Do you even have your school uniforms?" Hizashi turns to look at Fred at his second question, turning back after a moment.

Fred shakes his head. "No. Principal Nezu said I'll get them when I get to Japan. He actually said to come to the school the day before school starts to pick them up."

Hizashi nods, making a sound of understanding. "Well since we're going today I'm sure we can pick them up."

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Not 15 minutes pass before Hizashi parks in the U.A. parking lot. The three climb out of the car and start to make their way to the front gate when Fred speaks up. "Quite a wall you got there."

Hizashi looks at the wall, nodding before turning to look at Fred over his left shoulder, who's walking slightly behind the couple. "Yeah, helps keep pesky reporters out."

Fred snorts, smiling at the small joke. As the three walk up to the front gate, the three see that someone is there waiting for them. The person, who is obviously a woman, is leaning against the side of the main gate typing something on her phone. When Fred gets closer he can see that she is wearing a black dress suit with a white undershirt, and her hair is up in a clip. As the group walk closer the mystery women looks up and smiles at them, causing Shōta to sigh and Hizashi to smile.

"Hello lovebirds! I see you brought a little kitten with you. Come to show him his new home?"

Hizashi's smile gets bigger before he turns and hooks an arm around Fred's neck, pulling the boy closer to the woman. "Nemuri! Meet Anderorson Ferederick… Andererso Feridericksu… Fred!" Hizashi finally exclaims.

Nemuri laughs incredulously, before looking at the kid next to Hizashi. "Hey kid! Hope these two have kept it in the pants while you've been here so far!"

Shōta splutters, Fred turning in time to see his red face before the man turns away from the people in front of him. Frowning at the usually indifferent man's embarrassment, Fred turns to Hizashi with a questioning look on his face. Upon looking at Hizashi, Fred raises an eyebrow at his reaction to whatever the women had said. Hizashi was bright red, and covering half his face with the hand not slung over his shoulder. The man was laughing, but it was obvious that he was embarrassed. Turning back to the woman, Fred gave a helpless shrug. "I don't speak Japanese."

Nemuri gave Fred a questioning look before recognition lights up her face. "Ah! Oh, okay. I Speak little English. Come, come! I show you U.A.!" Nemuri grabs Fred's elbow and pulls him to her side, Hizashi protesting slightly before giving up.

"Uh, okay. What's your name?" Fred asks, having to take quicker strides to keep up with the taller woman. Hizashi, who had mostly gotten over his embarrassment, chases after the two, yelling about how Nemuri can't take his student away from him because he just got him. Shōta following not long after, having to jog to catch up.

When Hizashi catches up to the pair they are nearing the main campus building where all classroom classes are held. Walking into the building, Nemuri, who had been rambling in broken English about the campus to Fred, unlatched her arm from the student's shoulders and instead waves him to follow. Following the woman, and attempting to follow what she was saying, Fred looks around at the buildings architecture. The building was modern, but not overly so that it screams it. Many of the halls and doorways are much larger than is strictly necessary, but thinking on how many different types of quirks that find their way into these halls, it makes sense. Keeping track of where they walk, Fred is shown the cafeteria, main auditorium used for announcements or student councils, the doors to the nurses office, and many of the different classrooms. Eventually they walk up to a classroom with a large '1A' painted onto the door.

"Your class!" Nemuri exclaims, presenting the door to Fred as if it was a magic trick. Fred looked up at the tall door, before grabbing the notch in the door and sliding it open. Looking in, he could see that the room is like any typical classroom; desks, a teacher's podium, teacher's desk, chalkboard, and projector.

Nodding, Fred ducks out and turns to Hizashi. "Do you know which seats mine?"

Hizashi shrugs. "Typically on the first day it's free seating arrangements, but they can change." Hizashi turns to Shōta, smirking. "It really depends on if this one likes the people in the class. He's expelled a whole first year class once, so do your best and be good!" Looking back at Fred, Hizashi sees the kid blanch. "Don't worry kid, he wouldn't have accepted you into his class if he didn't think you had potential."

Shōta grunts, before adding "I had little choice. Nezu-san gave me little."

Hizashi laughs lightly as Fred closes the door. Turning, Fred addresses the two male teachers. "You said I can pick up my uniforms today. Do you know where they are?"

Nodding, Shōta starts to lead the way to the teachers lounge. Upon walking in Fred could see two teachers at their desks. One was a man in a mask with a Western vibe while the other looks like a shrunken banana in his yellow suit. The Banana Man, upon seeing Fred, starts coughing, seemingly in shock, before scrambling to his feet. Shōta, ignoring the struggling man, walks over to his own desk and picks up a box that had been set on top.

Meanwhile the Banana Man, Also known as All Might, or in the case of being shrunken down Yagi Toshinori, had started to stutter something in Japanese, all while digging into his pocket and pulling out a wad of tissues and putting them to his mouth. Hizashi, who had walked in alongside Shōta, looked over at Toshinori in concern. "You okay man?"

Toshinori quickly walks over to Hizashi, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from Fred and Nemuri before talking in a whispered tone to the other blond. "Why did you bring a child with you? You know I'm trying to keep this form hidden!"

Hizashi makes a face and sound of understanding, before pointing at Fred suddally. "He's a transfer from the U.S. We're showing him around campus. You can join if you want, I mean you're practically unrecognizable in this form anyway so you'll be fine."

Toshinori shakes his head, before looking at the kid from over his shoulder, seeing Shōta hand the boy the package from his desk as the Western based hero, Snipe walks over and introduces himself. Turning back to the man in front of him, Toshinori sighs. "Well, I guess it'll be rude to not introduce myself."

Hizashi smiles and pats the taller mans shoulder lightly, before snapping his fingers and pointing at Fred. "Fred-kun doesn't speak any Japanese, so make sure to speak English."

Toshinori raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking over at the kid who was looking at Snipe with a face that screams "I don't know what you're saying." Turning back to Hizashi, Toshinori asks, "What name should I give if not All Might?"

Hizashi shrugs. "Your real one I guess. It's not public knowledge so it should be fine."

Toshinori nods, before sighing and walks over to Fred, extending a hand in greeting. "Hello, I'm Toshinori Yagi. Welcome to Japan."

Fred, not knowing the significance of the name given, nevermind who this person really is, takes the hand with an almost thankful expression. "Frederick Anderson. Nice to meet you Mr. Toshinori."

Toshinori coughs at hearing his own name, but quickly covering his mouth before any blood could escape. Letting out a small chuckle, Toshinori corrects Fred. "I didn't realize you knew Japanese people introduced with their last name first. My last name is Yagi, not Toshinori. I apologize for the mistake my boy."

Fred, who had looked on in concern, not knowing how to handle a person coughing up blood, quickly stutters out an apology. "Oh, I-I'm so sorry Mr. Yagi!"

Toshinori looks slightly uncomfortable at the returned apology, but otherwise just chuckles at the boys embarrassment.

Moving the box to be held in both arms again, Fred clears his throat before he tilts his head in curiosity. "So, what do you teach? Is it English? Your English is really good so it would make sense."

Yagi shakes his head in the negative. "Thank you, my boy. But I, uh, I'm a secretary. I help out where I'm needed, but I mostly handle paperwork." Scratching his neck in discomfort at the lie, Yagi answers the second question with more truth. "I spent almost 30 years in America working under All Might, so you kind of pick up on the language quickly."

Fred laughs lightly, before smiling and shrugging his shoulders. "I hope I can do the same while in Japan. I only know Hello, yes, and the honorifics."

Yagi gives Fred an encouraging smile, before excusing himself. "Good luck. If you need help or have something translated you can come to me or Yamada-san, who actually teaches English here at U.A. Anyway, I have to get back to work, and I'm sure you would like to continue your tour."

Fred smiles, doing a slight bow. "Yes. Thank you for your time." Turning to Hizashi, Fred whispers, "Did I bow correctly?"

Hizashi laughs before nodding. "Yeah! Nice job Listener!" Hizashi turns in time to wave after Toshinori, who gave a small wave back.

Nemuri, who had been standing near Shōta, turns to the black haired man. "I should be off as well. See you on the first day!"

"Bye, Nemuri." Shōta says, hugging the woman when she throws herself at him before watching her do the same to Hizashi and Fred.

"Alright kid, we've wasted a lot of time during this tour, it's already 12:00. Let's go get some food!" Hizashi exclaims, grabbing Shōta's hand and starting to tug the man after him, forcing Fred to run after the two.

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Upon exiting the building, Hizashi stops and takes a second to catch his breath, allowing Fred, who had lagged behind, to catch up.

"You need to do more cardio, Hizashi." Shōta comments, taking shallow, controlled breaths next to his husband.

Hizashi glares up at Shōta, before straightening up with a pout. "I barely have enough time to go out on patrol anymore, nevermind time for the gym."

Shōta snorts. "And who's fault is that?" He asks, crossing his arms while looking at his husband.

Hizashi pouts more, but Shōta gives the man a pointed look.

"Wa-was it really necessary to run down three flights of stairs?" Fred asks, still breathing heavily from where he was standing just outside the door.

Shōta snorts again, turning to Hizashi before saying, "If the kid can't handle a few stairs than how will he be able to handle the hero course?"

Sighing in exasperation, Hizashi links his fingers with Shōta's. "Don't be so hard on him. You don't know his physical abilities yet." Turning from his husband, Hizashi answers Fred's question. "Nope!"

Turning around Shōta, Hizashi starts leading the other two toward the front gate, all while listing different restaurants they can go to for food. Fred, who was trying to keep up to the once again fast pace, listened to Hizashi rant before exclaiming, "There's a cat café?"

Hizashi smirked, before turning to talk over his shoulder. "Yeah! Shōta has a discount card for there. And they don't even have discount cards!"

Fred laughs incredulously, looking over to see Shōta frowning with a faint blush on his cheeks. Smiling, Fred shakes his head before commenting "I've never been to a cat café. Can we go there?"

Nodding, Hizashi, who still had the keys, unlocks the car as they approach, opening the door behind the driver's seat to allow Fred to put the box down before getting in after it.

Once everyone was buckled in, Hizashi puts the car into drive and merges into traffic. It takes about 15 minutes before Hizashi parks, and once everyone is out of the car and onto the sidewalk Hizashi turns to Fred.

"The café is a block ahead. Stay close, we don't want to lose you!" Hizashi informs, turning and striding in the direction of the café.

Fred scrambles after the two men, dodging a few passersby before grabbing the sleeve of Shōta's jacket. Shōta, not having expected the sudden contact, jerked his arm away as he looks back, only to see the shocked expression on Fred's face. Realizing what the kid was trying to do, Shōta snatches Fred's hand, that was still in the air from where it was when holding the older man's jacket, and pulls him to his side. Hizashi, having been stopped briefly because of the commotion, continues to lead the way as Shōta put Fred in between Hizashi and himself. Hizashi, who had let go of Shōta's hand after the man put Fred between them, grabs Fred's own hand and continues the trek to the café.

Once the three walk into the cat café, Shōta moves from the back of the group and greets the hostess, the woman smiling and asking something, to which Shōta nods his head.

"Like I said, Shōta comes here and has donated here so often he was given a discount card. It's really a business card that has the Kanji characters "Discount Card" written on the back and the owners personal phone number. Anyway, The Hostess, Hara Yuna, knows Shōta, so she asked him if he wants his usual seating."

Nodding, Fred looks around the café, seeing that there are many cats of different breeds all over. The majority of the cats are lounging about on the floor, while others were climbing or sitting on the cat trees in the corners of the room. Some of the cats were also lounging on the laps of some of the people at the tables, most of whom were likely there on a date with their partner. There's also a table in the back with different toys strewn across it and in boxes, likely to prevent a cat from just taking one.

As they are lead into the back room of the café, Fred sees that this area has beanbags or plush chairs instead of tables, where quite a few cats themselves were laying. The Hostess stops in the middle of the room before turning to Shōta, where they exchanged a few words before she walked back to the front room. Hizashi, who had walked over to a rather large pile of beanbags, waves Fred over along with Shōta, holding up a grey adult cat who meowed in protest. Shōta walked ahead of Fred, gently scooping the cat from Hizashi's hold before plopping to sit beside his husband.

Fred sits down in front of Shōta, calmly holding his hand out for the cat to sniff. After the cat sniffs at his fingers they rub their head against Fred's fingers, the student taking that as a sign that he could pet.

Hizashi, having watched the interaction, leans back on his beanbag before commenting. "You seem to be good with cats."

Shrugging, Fred says, "In America I lived in a touristy town in New York farm country. I had a small job down the road from where I lived where I would feed the animals and help garden. They had, like, 15 cats in the two main barns, so I learned how to approach even the weary ones." Smiling, Fred continues. "There's this one, Alda, that was so fat he hated being picked up."

Shōta, who had Hizashi translate for him as fred spoke, cracked a smile at the image. "Was he a tabby?"

Fred nods, moving his hands to show the size of the cat. "Yeah, he's about this tall and this fat. He really doesn't weigh anything, but I guess it's just uncomfortable for him."

Hizashi, who had taken over petting the cats head, frowned before turning to Shōta. "Did you just say tabby or tabby?"

Shōta turned to Hizashi with a confused expression before answering. "Tabby."

Hizashi turns to Fred with a sly smirk, before socking the student lightly in the arm. "I thought you said you don't know any Japanese!"

Fred, who had rocked at the contact, gave Hizashi a puzzled expression. "I don't."

Frowning, Hizashi points at Shōta, "But he," Before pointing at Fred, "What did you hear him say?"

Fred gives Hizashi another puzzled look before repeating what he heard. "Was he a tabuby?"

"Ohhhhh!" Hizashi exclaims, slapping his forehead and falling back onto the beanbag, startling the cat into running.

"What?" Shōta snaps, upset that Hizashi scared away the cat.

"Tabby and tabby sound really similar in Japanese and English and I got confused. Sorry about the cat."

Sighing, Shōta stands and walks toward a waitress that was serving another couple.

Fred turns from watching Shōta to see Hizashi gazing after his husband with a small smile on his face, like he's falling for the man all over again. Smiling, Fred comments, "He doesn't talk a lot."

Hizashi blinks before turning to Fred, shrugging as he leans back into the beanbags. "Yeah. He's not exactly a social bird, hasn't been since I met him in High School."

Fred hums in understanding, before looking back to see Shōta walking over with two glasses of water. Handing one of the glasses to Fred, Shōta took a sip from his own after sitting. Hizashi grabs and takes a sip from Shōta's glass before the man placed it on the low table that had been hidden behind the beanbags, placing it there himself instead. Turning to face the student, Shōta watches as the boy looks around the room, looking happy to be surrounded by cats. "Wantu to feed sem treatsu?"

Fred turned at the question, his eyes lighting up at the idea. "Yes!"

Shōta smirks, giving Fred a nod of approval before reaching into the left pocket of his hoodie and producing a small bag of small, brown treats. The bag crinkled, and in response all three could hear a couple meows that could have only been in response to the crinckleing. Tossing the bag to Fred, Shōta watches as the boy fumbles with the twist tie that was holding the bag closed, not noticing the couple of cats that were approaching.

Watching as one by one the cats rub against Fred for attention and treats is, in short, adorable to Hizashi. Seeing Fred seem to get even more excited as the number of cats goes up is adorable, and looking over at Shōta shows that he's not the only one to find it so. Shōta was now holding the grey cat again, Eidorian if he remembers correctly, and looked quite content to take a nap where he sat.

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Okay so originally this chapter and like, the next two were merged into 1, but seeing that hat would likely make it close to 20 pages I decided to break it up.