Eijirou's leg bounced up and down erratically as he tried to calm himself down. The attack was over, but the only thing he could think about was how scared he had been. Everyone else seemed to be shaken, but nobody seemed to be as terrified as he was. "God fucking dammit," he swore, running a hand through his now messy hair. He winced and glanced down at his hand that had tugged several strands of bright red hair out of his skull due to his Quirk activating by accident.

"Dude, that's a lot of cussing," Denki mumbled as he sat down heavily beside the other teenager. His eyes had large, dark bags underneath them that hadn't been there this morning. He yawned, reaching his arms above his hand and then extending one around Eijirou's back. "Bro, I'm so tired!"

"I can tell," the red-haired boy joked, leaning into the touch just a bit as it helped calm his panic enough for him to stop accidentally activating his Quirk.

"Rude," he pouted turning to the other man just a bit so they could talk face to face.

"You were super manly out there," Eijirou grinned, pushing his arm a little bit.

"I know right?" Kaminari cheered, though it seemed to lack his normal enthusiasm. "And I got to fight with two very pretty ladies!"

"There's my man!" the red-head laughed, turning and holding his hand up for a high five. The other teenager grinned, raising his hand in the air and moved to accept the gesture when Sero jumped in, hitting Eijirou's hand before Kaminari could.

"You're so mean," the tired teenager whined, slumping down on himself with a dramatic pout.

"Aw, don't be like that," Sero teased back, sitting down on the step next to them and slinging his arm over Kaminari's shoulder. Eijirou couldn't help but notice the bright pink blush that dusted over his friend's faces as they touched each other.

"Hey, are you three alright?" one of the teachers asked, walking over to them slowly as she was in heels and there was rubble everywhere. "None of you hurt too badly?"

"I'm fine, just tired," Kaminari answered first, accenting it with a yawn.

"I already got some medical attention," Sero commented, holding up his arm that was wrapped in bandages to compress the wound he had gotten.

"Kirishima Eijirou, right?" Midnight asked, bending down to talk to him. He uncomfortably glanced down at her breasts then back at her heavily make-up covered face. "Are you alright?"

"'M fine," he nodded, still shivering a bit as his panic attack finally actually left him.

"You sure?" she asked, worry evident on her face.

"Mhm," Eijirou nodded. "Are our parents coming?"

"They should be, yes," Midnight nodded, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. "If you three are alright, then we should get you out of the center and to your guardians! Please come with me."

The three teenagers glanced at each other as she turned, walking away carefully. They all stood, helping each other up before they followed after her. She led them carefully outside, picking up a couple of the other students along the way. "M-miss," Eijirou stuttered after they had gotten their backpacks and whatnot from the front hall leading into the large facility.

"Yes, Kirishima?" Midnight asked, turning to face the student.

"May I go use the restroom before I go find my guardians?" he asked, biting his lip nervously.

The older woman stood there for a moment, slightly confused before she smiled brightly, "Yes, of course!"

"Thank you!" Eijirou smiled back at her, giving her a quick, respectful bow before he sprinted to the bathroom, the bag on his back bouncing up and down rapidly. He flung himself into the nearest stall, hanging up his backpack and then taking off his male uniform and replacing it with his female one. He left his binder on, thinking that he could get away with it because of how little time Chihiro and Aiko had spent with him and the fact that he had been wearing it the first time they met him.

He walked back out of the bathroom after he was sure that everyone else had left, taking one of the back routes to get out into the parking lot. He successfully avoided everyone from his class until the very end. He had just made it to Aiko's car, where the worried woman had run up to hug him.

"Eiko, are you okay? You're not hurt, right?" she fretted, pulling back to look him up and down worriedly.

"See you tomorrow Kirishima!" Ashido shouted from across the way, waving to him in the overly excited way that she always did.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he turned to her, looking around and waving back. He turned back to Aiko, who seemed to have relaxed a bit at seeing that he was completely unscathed. "Was that a friend of yours? One of the ones that have great timing?" she teased with a small smirk.

Kirishima turned back to her, a blush taking over his cheeks. "Yeah, her name is Ashido Mina and she's really nice."

"It's great that you have good friends, most of the foster kids your age that I'm assigned to don't," she rambled, getting into the car and waiting for him to do so as well. He ran to the other side of the car, getting in and shutting the door before anyone else could see him in his female uniform.

"Do you still want to get the paperwork signed so that you can be our foster kid?" Aiko asked, turning to face him for a moment.

"Yeah, I'd like something to take my mind off the fight," he nodded.

"You can talk to me if you want to…?" she offered, turning to him with hopeful, comforting eyes.

"Maybe later," he shrugged, leaning against the car door and resting his head on the cool glass of the window.

"Okay," she nodded, starting up the car and pushing play on the music. "I had some extra time off work, so I made a playlist I think you'd like."

"Oh wow," Eijirou forced himself to stop blushing, reminding himself that he had to be manly. "You didn't have to do that!"

"Yeah, but I wanted to," she shrugged, a happy smile resting on her face. She tapped the steering wheel as she hummed along to the song, earning a laugh from the teenager next to her. She began to sing along, doing silly dance moves to the words, which only made Eijirou laugh harder.

After a few minutes, the song ended and she stopped dancing and let Eijirou catch his breath. "I think I'm really going to like having you as my foster mom."

"Maybe one day, if you like us enough, Chihiro and I can be your Moms, like, for real," she smiled over at him.

"You'd really do that?" he asked, a smile falling over his face and a bright, happy feeling fluttering around in the pit of his stomach and heart.

"Yeah! If things work out okay and you like us enough," she nodded.

They fell into silence for another song before Aiko spoke up again. "Chihiro should be meeting us there, but her work may run a little bit late."

"Oh?" Eijirou asked. Just then he realized that he had no idea what his other soon-to-be foster mother worked as. "What does she do?"

"She's a lawyer," Aiko answered proudly. "And a good one at that."

"She seems kinda super nice for a lawyer," Eijirou blurted. He clamped his mouth shut, trying not to let his embarrassment show.

Aiko didn't seem offended, and instead, she just laughed. "Oh, she'll think that's a riot! People tell her that she's cruel in the courtroom all the time!"

"I cannot even see her as being anything remotely even angry," Eijirou shook his head completely baffled by the newest development.

"That's cause she likes you," the older woman teased as she parked in a spot relatively close to the large court building. "If she didn't you'd get to see the part of her that her clients and opponents have to deal with."

"Oh," he said, unfastening his seatbelt and getting out of the car. Aiko paused for a moment, taking something out the backseat before she joined him, looking over at him with a smile.

"You ready to become my kid? Temporarily, at least," she asked with a small chuckle.

"Am I ever," he grinned, leaning onto her a bit. She grinned at him as they walked into the towering, menacing building. The inside was a lot more friendly and welcoming than the outside, which Eijirou was grateful for. The lobby had plush chairs and couches pressed up against the walls, and in one corner was a small television playing one of the most popular kids show at a low level of volume. In the same corner, there was an assortment of toys and children's books.

It had been a long, long time since the teenager had been in this building. Long enough that he only remembered the children's corner and the room of one of the lawyers that had signed the papers to allow him to stay with his most recent set of foster parents. "It looks a lot different when you're older, huh?" Aiko asked, looking over at him with a sympathetic look on her face.

"Yeah," he nodded, walking after her slowly as she approached the front desk.

"Ito! How lovely to see you again," the air-headed secretary chirped, a dopey looking smile settling across her face.

"Hello again, Maria," she said, the Hispanic name rolling off of her lips. "I have an appointment with Dr. Tokoyami for one o'clock."

"Oh," she chirped, turning back to the computer and clicking a bit to get to the place that she needed to be. She turned to look at the teenager behind Aiko, the grin on her face slipping a little bit. "Are you Kirishima Eiko?"

"Yeah, that's me," he nodded, moving so that instead of standing behind his soon-to-be foster mother he was standing next to her.

The dim-witted secretary nodded, looking down and clicking through a couple more things before she pulled out a couple pieces of paper from next to her underneath the desk. She fastened them to a clipboard and passed it to the Social Worker, "You know what to do with that," she joked with an infuriatingly high pitched giggle.

"That I do," she nodded, walking away and tugging Eijirou gently as they walked away from the desk. "God that woman is infuriating," she muttered under her breath when they were far enough away that the secretary could not hear them.

The teenager snorted loudly, pressing a hand over his mouth as he tried to muffle the noise of his laughter. "I can already tell."

"She's a bit of a bimbo, isn't she?" Aiko snickered as she plopped herself down on one of the couches, motioning for Eijirou to sit next to her. He did as such (making sure to keep his legs open like he had a dick in between them to be masculine), leaning on her as he tried to look at the paperwork, getting a chuckle from her. "You'll see it soon enough, kiddo."

He pouted, pulling back and waiting for it all to be filled out. Once he had a moment alone to his thoughts, his mind instantly snapped back to the battle. He could feel his heart racing again and began to bounce his leg in a way to get all of the leftover nervous energy out.

He could feel the panic from the battle overtaking his senses again and he felt like he couldn't sit still for more than a couple seconds. He remembered what it had been like to see the mass swarms of villains poor out of the inky black abysses and slowly advance on them, each one looking like they were fully prepared to kill any number of the students. He remembered what it was like to be in combat with them, and even though a large quantity of them had Quirks that were completely useless against his own, it was still unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had been training since the time he realized that he was a boy, trying to make his muscles stand out like the men that you saw on TV and in magazines, but actually hitting another living being felt nothing like the repeated blows he had given his mattress.

He flexed his bruised hand a couple times, wincing as he could hear the sound of jaws cracking under his brute strength. He shuddered a bit as the sounds of Sero and some of the others calling out for help came back to him in full force, and yet he had been too wrapped up in protecting himself to help them. He ran a hand through his now loosely gelled hair as he beat himself up about how unheroic that sounded when he ran it over inside his mind again and again.

"Hey kiddo, you okay?" Aiko asked, placing a careful hand on his shoulder.

He instantly snapped out of it, looking over to her with scared red eyes. "Uh, yeah."

"Do you need to talk about what happened? We have a little time before our appointment with Dr. Tokoyami," she offered, pressing a hand to his face and rubbing her thumb over some of his skin to help calm him down a bit.

The teenager leaned into the touch before going rigid at how unmanly he was being. He sat straight up, furrowing his brows together. "I don't know…"

"It's fine if you don't want to," she replied quickly. "It's just always easier to deal with something if you talk about it a bit. But everyone takes a different amount of time to get to that point, and there's nothing wrong with it."

"I think I'd rather talk about it after we get this done," Eijirou mumbled.

"Okay, whatever makes you feel comfortable," she reasoned. Her phone buzzed suddenly, causing them both to jump. Aiko smiled easily, laughing a bit as she pulled it out and replied to the text she had just received. She glanced up at the teenager again for a moment before asking, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Huh?" he asked, a bit baffled as he had never really been asked that before on days other than his birthday. "Oh, what am I allowed to choose from?"

"Chihiro is at the store right now and she's talented enough to make just about anything, so," Aiko shrugged, a proud smirk on her face.

"Could we have spaghetti then?" he asked nervously. Normally, people got a bit weirded out when he asked for American type dishes, but Aiko just nodded, sending a text to her wife.

"Ito? Dr. Tokoyami will see you now," Maria called out from the front desk, her shrill voice sounding like razor blades to Eijirou's ears.

"Thanks, Maria," Aiko waved her off as they both stood up and headed out to the doctor's office. They had a bit of a walk through the long, bland hallways and just then it occurred to Eijirou where he had heard the last name before.

"I just realized that there's this guy in my class with the same last name," he said allowed, the words falling from his lips before he put it passed his filter.

"Oh really?" Aiko asked, amusement filling her eyes and voice. Her face dropped as she remembered what had happened at the school that day, "Well, I hope he's not too stressed out from having his kid in battle today."

"Me too," Eijirou nodded as he quickly began to feel nervous.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Aiko soothed him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and bringing in for a hug when she saw the nervous look cross his eyes. "That's his room. Do you need a moment?"

"No, I should be good," he said, puffing out his chest as he tried to be as manly as possible. She gave him a supportive smile as she walked up to the door, making sure he was behind her as she knocked.

"Come in," a deep, gravelly voice rang out, despite being muffled through the wood of the door. Aiko open it quickly, stepping aside and letting Eijirou enter first. He walked through the threshold of the door and glanced around as he always did when entering a new office. It was somewhere between the horrendous office that his Middle school principal had had and the one that Nezu had.

"It's nice to see you again so soon, Ito," the doctor smile tightly at the woman. For a moment, Eijirou was actually surprised to see that the name did not have a bird's head as his son did. He was still dressed in all black with his hair slicked back against his hand in a way that made it look like feathers. "And I'm sure it is a pleasure to meet you, Kirishima."

"Oh, uh yeah," Kirishima nodded, snapping back to attention. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as Aiko took a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of the man's desk. She patted the arm of the chair next to her, which the teenager eagerly took.

"So I assume that you both want this whole ordeal to be over and done with as much as I do," the doctor started, grabbing a couple of papers from a pile next to the computer on his desk.

"Yes of course," Aiko nodded eagerly. As soon as Dr. Tokoyami had passed the contract over the desk she took it and began to skim through it. "Is this just the standard paperwork saying that I'll take care of him for the given amount of time?"

"Yes," he nodded, rummaging around a drawer for a moment. Aiko glanced up for a moment as he handed her a pen. She gratefully accepted it and glanced back down, skimming the last bit. She signed her name on the lines that she needed to before she turned to her soon-to-be foster child.

"Now that you're fifteen, you need to sign these too," she stated, handing them over. "I promise there's nothing fishy in it, but read if you want to."

"No, I trust you," he nodded, taking the pen and papers from her. He quickly scrawled his own signature, paused a moment as he made sure to write his legal name and not his chosen name.

After he was finished, he handed the papers back to the father of his classmate, waiting for a moment as he checked to make sure that everything had been filled out like it was supposed to be. "Alright," he said after a minute that seemed to take hours. "That's over and done with. She's now you're child until someone specifically requests to adopt her or the time runs out."

Eijirou beamed, trying to ignore the female pronouns that the doctor had just used for him and focus on the happiness that he felt about finally getting to go to a good home with two loving mothers. Aiko held her arms out for a hug, which he gratefully received, squeezing her tightly.

"Thank you, Dr. Tokoyami," the Social Worker said to her co-worker as she stood up from the chair. "We'll get out of your hair."

"It's really no trouble for you Ito," he chuckled as he turned back to whatever he had been working on before they arrived. The woman waved her hand at him as they left, pushing Eijirou gently out of the door with her other hand. They quickly made their way out of the building in silence, both waiting until they were away from all prying ears before they spoke.

When they got back in the car, the teenager ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath that he was unaware he had been holding. "You okay, kiddo?" Aiko asked, turning to look at him while still turning on her car.

"Yeah, I just got myself a little wound up, I guess," he shrugged, trying to smile and brush it off.

"Oh? You wanna talk about it?" the Social Worker asked as she began to drive back home.

"I mean, I probably should," he shrugged again, tacking on a 'but it's unmanly to have a lot of emotions,' in his mind.

"Only if you want to," she soothed, her voice washing over him and making him feel like everything was alright. Only then did Eijirou realize that that was her Quirk. She had the ability make people feel certain emotions based on her voice, and boy was it useful in her line work.

"I-I do want to," he stuttered. He took a deep breath, shoving his hand in between his legs and fidgeting awkwardly. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times as he tried to find the right thing to say. "It was the most terrifying experience of my life, but at the same time, I kind of liked it. And that scares me."

"Hmm," Aiko thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully.

"Can you describe what you liked about it? Was it the feeling of the actual fighting, like hurting people or was it the adrenaline that came with protecting yourself and your friends?"

"Uh," he paused, thinking for a moment. "I guess it was the feeling of getting to put people that wanted to hurt my friends back in their place. Actually, that came out wrong. It's more like, getting to protect them and make things right, I guess."

"That's a good feeling to have," Aiko nodded as she listened. "Chihiro feels the same way when she sends a villain to prison. I personally think it's a good feeling to have, the feeling of protecting someone, I mean."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he nodded, thinking a little bit deeper.

"You guess?" Aiko joked with a bright smile on her face.

"Fine, you are right," he joked right back.

She chuckled, falling quiet for a couple minutes more before saying, "Do you wanna talk any more about it? I can tell you're still stressed."

"I mean, the panicky feeling from the battle keeps coming back," Eijirou blurted, rubbing the back of his neck self consciously.

"Do you have anxiety?" his foster mother asked and he could feel her Quirk working at double the intensity that it normally did.

"I don't know," Eijirou shrugged. "My other foster parents never got me tested for anything like that."

"Hmm," she mumbled, thinking for a moment. "I think that it's just some leftover adrenaline from the battle, but if it persists I would like to have you tested. If that's okay with you, I mean!"

"Yeah, I think it would be nice to find out if I really do have something up with my brain," he chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.

She smiled at him as she pulled up into the driveway. As soon as they had both gotten into the house, Chihiro ducked out of the kitchen for a moment, a bright smile on her face. "Welcome home!" she chirped, walking to her wife and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Did the appointment go well?"

"Yup, she's ours for as long as we want her or until she gets adopted!" Aiko grinned, wrapping her arm around her wife's waist. Eijirou smiled at them, trying to make the wince at the female pronouns as small as possible.

Chihiro squealed, walking over to her new foster son and giving him a hug. "If all goes well and you like us enough, hopefully, we can adopt you in sixth months or so!"

"I hope so," Eijirou grinned. He also hoped that in six months time he would be able to come out to them and have them accept him, but until then all he could do was live in secret.

"Food's almost ready!" Chihiro chirped, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You have enough time to go change out of your uniform and unpack a little!"

"Okay, thank you," Eijirou smiled, giving both of his foster mothers a hug before rushing up the stairs. He opened the door to his room, rushing in and flopping down on his bed with a wide grin on his face. His heart was fluttering and swelling at the happy, domestic household that he had fallen into. "I'm really going to like it here, I just know it."