Aizawa knew that, if they were out of jail and could see him now, all the villains he had defeated in the past would have died of laughter. He was sitting on a chair two sizes too small, bent over a table two sizes too small, trying to cut up some microwave Taiyaki with a plastic knife. Tiny hands grabbing at the small pieces every time he managed to free one.
He had five kids at his table, the pants wetter Izuku, the time bomb Katsuki, a little burnette called Orhaco, whose parents were actually decent people not talking into their phones when they dropped her off, Momo Yaoyorozu, last name very important, and Trou…
Aizawa watched a tiny piece of Taiyaki float into the air and disappear with a crunching noise. Trou Hagakure had a quirk present when she was born, that being invisibility. If not for her clothes, he wouldn't have known she was there.
Unfortunately her dad said she was a little nudist. So they needed to make sure she didn't strip down and disappear.
Wonderful.
"My mommy says you shouldn't eat junk food in the mornin'," Momo said from the far end of the table, looking up at Aizawa with a frown. This one was smart as a whip, so Aizawa knew he had to tread lightly. She, and a few others, were the children of rich people or famous heros that Nedzu knew. He had asked them to bring their kids to the daycare so he could get a wide range of different families with his study. Then he opened the school in a low income area to get the other end of the spectrum.
Families like Momo Yaoyourozu's were rich. People like little Izuku, who was sitting beside her, not so much.
"Can't you give us fruit?" Momo asked, though it sounded more like a demande.
"I hate fruit!" Katsuki spat, glowering at her.
Momo looked at him, wide eyed. "Even apples?"
"Especially turd shoveling apples!" The blonde barked.
Good lord…
"Momo, this is what we're having for now. If you want different stuff, ask your mom to call us," Aizawa ordered, cutting off more splinters of food, tiny grubby hands grabbing at the pieces. He narrowed his gaze to Kasuki when the boy didn't even try for them. "Hey. Aren't you hungry?" He questioned, remembering something his mother said about being cranky and food when he was dropped off…
Vaguely.
"Yeeeeaaahhhhh," The boy said the sassy attitude of a teenage girl.
Aizawa continued to stare at him, cutting off more fragments. Again everyone but Kasuki went for the bite sized morsels. He resisted the urge to grind his teeth. "Then why aren't you eating?"
"Cause I hate this!" Kasuki said loudly.
Aizawa held his gaze. "Do you know what its called?"
"No!"
"Have you had it before?"
"No!"
"Then how do you know you don't like it?"
"I don't like it, stupid!"
Aizawa wanted to bang his head off the table.
"It's good Kacchan, you should have some!" Izuku spoke as he stuffed some in his mouth. "Yummy!"
"Shut up baby!" Katsuki rounded on him and the green haired boy finched.
"Hey!" Aizawa said in warning.
"So you don't like apples. What do you like?" Momo asked, looking at Katsuki like he was a slug.
"I hate everything!" The boy said boldly.
"You have to eat something!" Orhaco said, suddenly reminding Aizawa she was even here. "My daddy says you need to eat lots to grow big and strong!"
"I eat lots!" Kasuki barked. "Just not this shit!"
"OooooooOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhh!" All the other kids covered their mouths.
"What?!" The blonde blinked.
"You said the S word! You said the S word!" Orhaco laughed, bouncing in her chair. "Your gonna get soap in your mouth!"
"My mommy says it all the time!" Katsuki growled. "And I don't get in trouble when I say it neither!"
"I do," Momo frowned.
"Me to!" Izuku's nodded, eyes wide.
'You shouldn't say that word at school Katsuki," Aizawa sighed, grabbing another Taiyaki from a plate on the counter to chop up. The last thing he needed was the other kids going home repeating swear words.
"I'll say whatever I want! Its my freedom of- freedom of- I get to say it!" The boy shouted.
"Freedom of speech means you can say whatever you want without the government arresting you. It doesn't save you from the reaction of other people." Aizawa sighed, chopping more off. Four hands moving for the pieces at once.
Katsuki stared at him like a fish looking at a math equation. Then his face morph into anger. "I can say what I want!" The boy shouted again, stomping his foot. "And I'm still hungry!"
"What do you want!" Aizawa ground out, leaning in a bit to stare at the boy intensely.
"Chicken!"
Aizawa stared at him.
The boy stared back.
Aizawa stared at him harder before jabbing the plastic knife down at the Takiyaki. He took a deep breath, making a gamble. "This IS CHICKEN."
Kasuki blinked.
He blinked again.
"Oh. Ok."
That bottle of sake he had gathering dust in the back of his cabinet was looking pretty good about now.
Instead of waiting for Aizawa to cut off more Takiyaki, Katsuki turned to Izuku and snarled at the boy. "Give me!" Snatching the food out of the poor boy's hand. The green hair boy didn't look to upset thankfully, just jumping when he was yelled at, watching the blonde eat his procured food with wide eyes.
"Hey! Be nice," Aizawa said, reeling a bit that he had actually had to say that sentence in his lifetime.
"Cut faster!" The blonde countered, slamming his hand on the table, a small explosion sending smoke up from under his hand and rattling the table.
He needed to stop at the liquor store on the way home.
"Hey! No quirks inside!" Momo ordered, pointing at the boy.
"Make me!" Katsuki rebounded at her.
Opening a liquor store may be a better way to go.
Aizawa paused his musing when he heard harsh coughing. He quickly looked around at the other tables, in case there was a kid choking or something. Besides him there were four other caretakers in the room. Hizashi Yamada, or as he was better known Present Mic, was trying to wrangle a kid out from under his table. Koji Koda, or something. Another kid with a bird head, Fumikage?, was pecking at the crumbs on the table.
Nemuri Kayama, or Midnight's table was quiet, she was talking to some little pink girl, Mina Ashido he believed. Aizawa could also see Tsuyu at the woman's table, trying to feed her stuffed frog Chōyaku-Chan by grinding Takiyaki into its face.
Right.
FInally on his other side was Toshinori Yagi table and he found the source of the coughing. Thankfully it was just Yagi himself, rather than a child coughing. He had a napkin to his mouth to make sure none of the kids saw him bleeding. At his table a little boy named Hanta Sero was coking his head.
"Sick mister?!" The kid shouted, Aizawa flinching at his volume. Apparently his parents said he was in a yelling phase...
Great, another Hizashi…
Aizawa felt someone tug his arm and realized it was Orhaco, pointing at the food desperately. He cut more with a sigh, watching the little kids snatch the bites away.
"You have a cool quirk Kacchan!" Izuku said, giving the boy another piece of his food. "I wish I could make things es-plode."
Katsuki paused at this, staring at the boy before a large smile broke out over his face.
"Yeah, I'm just the best!"
Aizawa rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut, cutting more food.
"What can you do?" Katsuki asked, looking back the athe green haired boy with interested. "Not that it's ever gonna be as good as mine!"
"I uh…" Izuku frowned. "I dunno yet, it hasn't happened."
"Ha! Your such a loser!" Katsuki smiled. "You probably don't even have one!"
"I will too!" Izuku gasped.
"I don't play with loser babies, get it!" Katsuki snapped, shoving food into his mouth.
"I-I'm not a loser!"
"No quirk means your a loser!" Katsuki snapped. "So don't play with me!"
Aizawa frowned and Izuku looked close to tears. The man opened his mouth to scold the little brat-
"I'll play with you!"
Everyone looked at Orhaco the girl staring at Izuku with a smile.
"You wanna pl-play with me?" The boy sniffled.
"Yeah, you wanna play with him?" Katsuki echoed, jerking his head towards Izuku with a scowl.
"I don't care if you have a quirk yet." Orhaco nodded. "So long as your not a meanie!" When she finished speaking she looked at Katsuki with a frown.
"Whatever!" The boy scoffed, eating more 'chicken'.
Frankly Aizawa was shock. He was never around little kids that often, but he never expected them to be able to show that much empathy. He was kind of expecting a bunch of little Katsuki running around…
It seemed at he had slowed down on chopping however, when Katsuki glowered up at him . "Hurry up with the chicken!" The boy shouted, then leaned over the table and slammed his hand down on the fish pastry.
Boom!
Aizawa blinked through the sweet potato mush plastered on his face from the explosion. The food was all over the table and on his student's faces.
Great.
He sighed and took out a cloth, wiping each of them off with a grumble. First Izuku, then Katsuki, then Momo, then Orhaco and finally-
Aizawa glanced down at the pile of clothes where Toru should have been.
"SHIT!" He shouted, standing so fast his chair clattered backward.
About eighteen kids responded.
"OOOOOOOooooooohhhhhhhHHHHHH!"
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