The small family ended up in a cozy family restaurant after about half an hour of driving around. While doing so, All Might and Aizawa shouted out names of places they passed or knew otherwise. After one had shouted a name of a place the other one would criticize it. It took twelve places before they were both happy. They really looked like an old married couple as they argued like that.

Izuku didn't take part in any of it. He would nod or shake his head once or twice but nothing else. He didn't know too much about these things so he'd let the adults decide. The only places he knew were the ones they had visited before. The burger place and the ramen shop as well as a bunch of ice cream booths. He was sure to be happy with whatever they decided. He was ready to try something new. Izuku instead focused on watching the colorful scenery pass by.

He watched the different buildings and the people go past in a blur. He tried his best to read the name of every shop and other businesses but failed. They were going too fast. Had they been walking he would've been able to do that for sure. Izuku chose to watch the people instead, their eyes locked to the small screens in their hands.

The boy could remember that his father had had one in the past too before he smashed it into a wall one night. He had been really drunk and a friend had insulted him through the thing. After that the phone had always been different. One of those that looked like a brick and could withstand almost anything.

Izuku didn't understand the point in all that. So much was going on around them. The nature was beautiful and many people were outside. Why stare at a screen? It was surely dangerous too. What if you hit something or a car hit you? Izuku had decided. He would never get one of those things. Never. He would talk with real people and make a lot of friends like that.

The family restaurant wasn't busy during this time of the day. Lunch hour had already ended. The meeting with the psychologist had taken a lot more than what everyone had expected. Not that it mattered. It was better to get things done well and at your own pace than to rush them. Especially in this situation. So the two adults decided not to mention anything about it to the youngest of the group. As far as he understood, everything was going like had been planned.

Being late was actually an added bonus. It wasn't intentional but now that the two heroes thought about it, it was better that they had taken as long as they had. Izuku was still a bit edgy after the check-up and evaluation. He kept glancing around, playing with his hands nervously. A busy and noisy environment at this situation might've very well triggered a panic attack. The boy hadn't had one yet and they didn't want this to be their first one.

Aizawa was pleased. He had a chance to introduce Izuku to yet another piece of Japanese food culture. This time it was pork cutlets and cabbage with a side of sauce and white rice. It surely wasn't a health food but beat a hamburger any day. Aizawa had won the fast food giant. All Might would be eating pork cutlets whether he liked it or not. Too bad he seemed to like them. Aizawa actually didn't know if there was a food the blond didn't like.

All three got the same serving or pork cutlets. Izuku's was half the size of the adults' meal though since it was from the children's menu. He'd get ice cream for dessert with that. He had a glass of milk with his meal.

The meat was already cut into clean slices as the plates arrived but Aizawa cut them up a bit more. Just in case. He also helped Izuku pour the sauce over the pieces.

When he noticed All Might smirking at them, him to be exact, the raven head made sure to give him a strong kick under the table. It confused Izuku why the man suddenly let out a yelp and jumped up. Aizawa just smirked back, taking a bite out of his food.

All Might In turn carefully put a tissue onto Izuku's lap and around his neck. They had a washing machine back home but they would prefer to keep the boy's clothes clean if that was in any way possible. Neither man loved washing clothes. The machine seemed to hate them too, so the feelings were very much mutual. It must've eaten at least three socks already, spitting out just single ones. Their white clothes had also been dyed pink once when a red T-shirt had found its way into the batch.

Izuku didn't know how to use the chopsticks that had come with the meal. The restaurant had kindly provided them with something that looked like a mix between a fork and a spoon. A spork. But as always, Izuku was determined to mimic the adults and took the chopsticks instead.

"You hold them like this. Look. Just like you hold a pencil", Aizawa tried his best to explain the way of the chopstick. It was useless. Izuku didn't know how to hold a pencil properly either. He held them with a balled fist, especially when he colored with them. This explanation wouldn't do.

While Aizawa explained, All Might fed Izuku so that the boy would get at least some of the food to end up in his mouth and not his lap or the table. Some of it was already there. It was good that the workers there were used to this and were very understanding of the family's situation. They even offered them more tissues and in the end, training chopsticks.

Izuku accepted his defeat and took the plastic training sticks. They were more like tongs, connected at the end to help manipulate the closing and opening better.

Now they could finally eat. Both All Might and Aizawa let out a relieved sigh. They had hardly touched their meals yet and their stomachs were grumbling like a pair of wild beasts.

The group was just finishing their meal when something else got Izuku's attention. He had been eating his ice cream one minute and the next he was staring into the distance. The spoon was left hovering somewhere midway to the mouth. The ice cream slowly melted off, dripping onto the boy's lap.

"Hey, hey? What is it young boy?" All Might waved a hand in front of Izuku's eyes hoping to get his attention.

Izuku sometimes did this. He would stare into space for a long time. It was unnerving to watch. He hardly even blinked when he sat still and just stared at nothing. He must've been one of his only activities in his previous life. He would retreat into the world inside his mind and forget the bad things around him.

Apparently that wasn't the case this time. Izuku turned to look at All Might and pointed at something on the other side of the diner. His eyes were sparkling like the night sky.

All Might followed the finger to a table. There was a lot of noise coming from there. Maybe that was what had gotten the boy's attention. Izuku was quite sensitive to loud noises after all. But no, that wasn't the case either. It was the occupant of that table that had gotten Izuku's attention.

It was the Voice Hero Present Mic. He was in the middle of eating, a large bowl of rice and cutlets in front of him on the table. It was almost as if he was entertaining a crowd. He kept making comments and trying to get the audience to join in by shouting things like 'Come on!' and 'Make some noise!'. Too bad the place was empty beside him, the three and the people working there. No one was interested in him.

Aizawa almost spit out his drink as he too noticed the Pro Hero. If he noticed them, he'd blow their cover for sure. The man wasn't only loud. He also never seemed to think before he spoke.

All Might and Aizawa eyed each other nervously. They made distressed hand signals at each other, keeping a close eye on the other table and the hero sitting by it. Then they checked Izuku, who was still eyeing the man in awe. This situation wasn't good. Not good at all.

It wasn't a surprise though. The hero wasn't even trying to hide. Mic hadn't even bothered to switch his hero costume to a civilian one like everyone else usually did. He wasn't bothered with the looks and the fans the slightest. Actually, he was happy when someone came to him. They usually preferred to stare from a distance for some reason.

Finally, Present Mic seemed to notice them too. His face lit up and he jumped up from his chair, almost knocking down the table as he did so. He ran to the trio's table and shouted something. It was more like a mumble as his mouth was filled to the brim with food. He pointed at Izuku and then Aizawa before mumbling something again. He was making a scene. It was pure luck that there weren't any others in the diner. The last people had left just minutes ago.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. I still can't believe that you're almost thirty" Aizawa told the man, turning back to Izuku. He chose to ignore his former classmate in hopes that he would get bored and leave them alone. He felt sorry for whoever was in charge of the hero's costume. The neck piece was dirty, rice stuck to the metal like glue. Mic clearly didn't bother with the napkins the waiter so kindly had given him.

Tough luck. Mic seemed determined today for a change. He chewed loudly and swallowed, doing as Aizawa had told him. At least he seemed to listen.

"What's with the kid?!" was of course the first thing he asked the two, "Whose kid is this?! Are you cheating on me?!"

Aizawa sighed. He could already feel the headache he would get from this. He massaged his temples, closing his eyes. He hoped that when he opened them again, this man would be gone and they could eat the rest of their meal in peace.

Luck really wasn't on Aizawa's side today. Present Mic was still there when he opened his eyes and he was talking with his little Izuku.

"So Deku, what are you doing with these two? No, we're more like coworkers. Though me and Sho-chan were classmates."

"Coworkers?" Izuku tilted his head. You could almost see the gears turning in his head as he thought about the small, innocent sentence and its meaning.

"Co-Coworkers of course! That was a wild summer job wasn't it, Yagi?! Was it ten years ago?" Aizawa jumped to cover Mic's mouth before the man could answer anything else or even open his mouth. His tongue was so loose it was dangerous.

"Yeah! Sure was!" All Might nodded. He was standing behind Izuku's back. He was holding a finger over his mouth. An universal sign to tell the other hero to keep his mouth shut.

The message seemed to get through to Mic and he nodded furiously. Maybe it was because the neck hold Aizawa had him in was making it hard for him to breathe. Either way, he understood not to continue with the topic and was let go. He massaged his neck, giving his old friend a glare. That had hurt! What was that for?

Izuku had stared at the hero this whole time, his eyes huge like dinner plates. A Pro Hero, there, right in front of him. He could hardly contain his excitement as he watched the adults have their mute conversation. He just thought that they were remembering the old times or something, not in the middle or a heated argument like they actually were.

And then it began, the information flood. Izuku mumbled on and on, finally getting the adults' attention as well. All three turned to listen to the boy, still seated unlike them, spurting out facts that even they couldn't remember knowing.

"I really did that? I can't really say I remember", Mic shook his head as he listened, "Your boy here is like a walking encyclopedia or whatever they call those."

"He really likes heroes if you somehow managed to miss that", Aizawa mumbled, lifting Izuku up onto his arms in hopes of getting the waterfall of words to stop. He bounced him up and down like you would do with a baby.

Mic nodded, "Yeah. Kinda hard to miss that."

"I bet you already know who I am, but my name is Present Mic. I'm a Pro Hero", Mic decided to introduce himself all the same, giving Izuku his hand to shake.

But Izuku didn't shake the hand in front of him, instead he nodded his greeting, "Deku."

The fingers were already in his mouth. He was chewing them. Aizawa pulled them out but they would go back soon. Maybe it was better that he didn't shake the hero's hand. It would've been coated in drool and that would've been awkward to both sides.

Physical contact was still somewhat of a taboo to the little boy. People he knew could touch him almost freely but anyone else would have to ask. Even after politely asking and explaining their motives they were not likely to be allowed. It was like Izuku had a bubble around him where only the people he trusted the most were allowed to enter. Everyone else he ignored, even avoided.

But this meeting with an actual hero had dragged yet another interesting persona out of him. The two adults had seen glimpses of the fanboy Izuku could be, but never to this extent. Izuku looked like he could pass out at any time. His eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were bright red. His breath came out in short huffs which unnerved the two. It was close to a panic attack level of breathing without actually being one. His movements were very quick but awkward. It was like he was a robot still trying to learn how to move like a human.

"So cool!" Izuku finally managed to get out.

Until now he had just echoed something he had heard or read about Present Mic and heroes in general. It was like a spell or something. When he didn't know what to do, he repeated information. He did that in a low mumble, mostly inaudible to others. All Might and Aizawa would have to mention that when they'd meet the psychologist later this week. They'd had a meeting just for the guardians. She would tell them tips and information and they would tell her of their concerns and problems so far.

"I know right?! Who would've thought? Meeting a hero in a place like this!" Mic spread his hands overdramatically. The volume of his voice was already increasing. Aizawa would have to put an end to it before it went too high. It could damage Izuku's ears.

Izuku nodded his head so furiously it could've fallen off. All Might seemed worried that was exactly what would happen. He gently stopped the movement by putting his hand over Izuku's head and holding it there for a minute or two, carefully massaging the scalp. He tried his best not to use any of the strength he was so known for. He could've hurt his little protégé otherwise. Aizawa would've surely killed him too if he did as much as ripped a hair out of the boy's head. That wouldn't be an easy death either but a slow and painful one.

"So he will be living with you from now on?" Mic eyed the boy in disbelief. He had just now spotted the injuries he had and the very visible bandage on his cheek. He could somewhat guess the boy's background from those. He had been a hero long enough to know the sings.

Aizawa just nodded. He still had Izuku in his arms. The boy was nodding off, having tired himself with the whole fangirl thing. Aizawa's arms were respectively falling asleep. He wouldn't hand the boy over to All Might though. His pride would never forgive that.

"We're still getting the paperwork done. But yeah, when that all is over", All Might explained. For once, he was the one doing the explaining.

Mic let out a loud sigh, facepalming, "You really think you can take care of a damaged child like him? I'm not one to say anything, of course, but I just get the feeling that you've bitten way more than you can chew. As a friend, I'm worried."

"Don't talk about Deku like that", Aizawa glared. He knew that it was true but still.

"We appreciate the concern. I don't even know when we decided that we would do this. All I know is that we will do it though. I'll punch anyone who tries to stop me!"

"I understand what you mean. Just please don't actually punch anyone. You'll send them all the way to America for sure", Mic nodded. His hands were up in surrender.

Then he suddenly laughed a bit.

"But really, who would've thought? The Shota I know would've never even mentioned a child much less taken care of one. I remember when we were forced to take care of some distant relative's kids once. You looked like you were ready to murder the whole bunch and present their rotting corpses to their parents afterwards."

Aizawa just shrugged at that and All Might's terrified expression, not even blinking. The blond suddenly didn't want Aizawa to hold the boy.

"But I'm happy to see you like this. I think I actually saw a little smile there too", Mic smiled too, "It's funny. It looks so natural. And here I thought that I had seen every side of you there was. Guess I was wrong."

Aizawa didn't know if he was talking about the smile or the boy and the magic of parenthood. Either way he decided to shrug once more.

The three talked for some more before they decided that it would be better if they head back home. The day had been a busy one and Izuku had already fallen asleep. Taking a nap on someone's arms couldn't be good for anyone's neck. Izuku would have to be put to his bed or even the car.

"Could I catch a ride?" Mic asked as All Might buckled Izuku into his seat.

Aizawa was in the driver's seat just as he had threatened. He was currently trying to get the seat to bend to his will. It was way too far and low for him. The mirrors and steering wheel would be next.

It was raining just as the forecast had told. And it wasn't a small shower either. Large droplets fell on the car's windshield with a loud splat. It wouldn't be a surprise if they'd hear thunder too.

"Where to?" All Might asked.

"To your place?" Mic knew he was trying his luck.

"Why?" Aizawa asked in turn.

"What do you mean why? You got an adorable little boy without telling me a thing! I think it's only fair that I get to hear some facts. I want to get to know my boy!"

"He isn't yours", the raven head mumbled, "I don't know where you even got the idea."

In the end, Mic got a ride. He sat next to All Might in the back. Izuku and Aizawa were in the front.

All Might carried Izuku all the way to their apartment. He was still asleep when they arrived and no one had the heart to wake him up. He looked like a cute little kitty when he cuddled to the hero's muscular arms. The costume made the look perfect. Even Mic sneaked a picture.

"So, what do you want to know?" Aizawa asked as soon as they had put the boy to bed. Straight to business.

"Whoa, whoa! What's with the rush, darling? And don't give me those eyes", Mic brought his hands up in surrender. He sat onto the sofa, pissing Aizawa off even more. It was his precious sofa.

"I want you out as soon as possible, that's what is up."

"Always so cold!" Mic smiled, "But really, why adopt a child?"

"Aizawa and All Might looked at each other, waiting for the other to come up with a good explanation. There was a long silence. Neither could really tell why. Had it been instinct? A hero's call of duty? Neither of them had even thought about adopting much less beginning a family. Why the change now?

"How did you meet?" Mic asked. His expression had softened. He could see the two struggling.

"I met him", All Might mumbled, "He was being bullied and I happened to be there. We ended up talking and guess I was smitten."

"I met him much later. He looked terrible. His clothes were a mess. He didn't even have shoes on. His skin looked brown with all the dirt stuck to it", Aizawa continued, "I don't know. I just had to help him."

"You two really are something else", Mic sighed but smiled, "Heroes, huh?"

The three shared a knowing look.

"You already know but I'll do anything to help you with this", Mic finally told them.

The two nodded.

Aizawa went to make them something to drink. He had had to give up on trying to chase the man away. He just wouldn't go.

All Might and Mic sat in the living room, talking about the situation. All Might even showed him the papers they had gotten from the hospital. Those would speak more than a thousand words. All Might and Aizawa had also decided that they could trust him enough with the information. Despite all Aizawa might say, Mic wasn't stupid. He was a great hero with a strong sense of justice.

Mic was shifting positions on the sofa, trying to get blood to flow back to his bottom, when he felt something hard under him. He dug his hand in between the sofa cushions and pulled out a phone. It was a black smartphone with a cat strap.

"That's Aizawa's", All Might told him as Mic opened the screen.

Mic smirked. The lock screen's background was a picture of little Izuku. It looked like he was sleeping on Aizawa's chest in the so familiar sleeping bag.

"Hey Sho-chan! There's a missed call on your phone!" Mic shouted to the kitchen. He tried his best to shout quietly if that was even possible. He didn't want to wake up the whole place.

Aizawa came to the living room as well. He had three cups of tea on a tray with him. He had thought that coffee would've surely been too much at this time of the day. His old classmate also wasn't a huge fan of tea which made it that much better.

"I must've forgotten to take that with me", the raven head took the phone and checked the number. It was from the hospital.

"I'll need to take this one. Excuse me", Aizawa mumbled as he called back. He retreated into the kitchen to talk in peace. All Might soon followed. If it was from the hospital, it would concern him as well.

Mic was left alone in the living room. He eyed the three cups left on the sofa table and wrinkled his nose. He hoped that they at least had sugar.

Suddenly Mic heard movement from the kitchen. There were hushed voices laced with worry and what might've been panic. He sat on the edge of the sofa, ready to spring up.

Aizawa looked distressed as he returned into the room. All Might was tailing behind him, a similar expression on his face.

"What happened? What did they tell you?" Mic asked, worried. He hadn't seen his classmate look so worried in a long time and it made him very anxious. Aizawa wasn't a man who would worry. He was rational and level-headed. He was the man who would calm the situation down.

"The doctor called", Aizawa began, taking a long breath before he continued, "Izuku's biological father is in intensive care. He tried to commit suicide."