The office of Daycare 1-A contained an oak desk and two wicker chairs for guests. The carpet had an emerald green fern pattern. A geranium sat in the window. The alphabet decorated the pale blue walls. Shouta Aizawa sat behind his desk with his hands folded. The desk held pictures of a younger Aizawa with his arms slung around a blond boy and a boy with light blue hair. Aizawa wore a black T-shirt with the logo of a smiling baby. His hair had been pulled back into a ponytail.

All for One and One for All—currently going by the human names Hisashi and Yoichi Shigaraki—sat in the wicker chairs wearing suits. Baby Izuku slept on Hisashi's shoulder. A glowing mouth popped out of Hisashi's neck and ate his tie. Yoichi kicked his brother. The extra mouth faded away.

Aizawa glanced down at the paper in front of him. "Misters Shigaraki, it says that your son Izuku is adopted—"

Hisashi said, "He was a gift, actually, from a few of my, um, friends. They tried to kill him, so I suppose I shouldn't call them friends. What kind of friend would cut the throat of my dear son? Regardless, they are no longer a concern, and now I have this wonderful child." A faint dark mist seeped off his skin.

Yoichi laughed loudly. "Yes! Izuku is adopted! The normal human way. Probably a stork left him at our doorstep. Nothing unusual at all. Hardly a story worth telling, if I'm being honest." He ground down his heel on his brother's shadow. This made Hisashi yelp in pain. Jostled, Izuku stirred. An extra eye flashed open on his forehead, glowing green. Then he yawned and closed all of his eyes.

Aizawa's eyebrows rose. "Cut the nonsense. What are your true names, and what type of eldritch abilities does your child possess?"

The brothers exchanged glances. Yoichi said, "I don't know what you're talking about, fellow normal human."

A horn poked out of the side of Hisashi's head. He grabbed it and shoved it back in. "My son is also very normal," he insisted, as one of Izuku's feet sprouted a hoof. Hisashi picked the fallen baby shoe off the floor and tried to shove it back on, but it wouldn't fit.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, when I was in high school, my best friend got a building dropped on him and turned into sentient mist. Then his many times great grand parent Nyarlathotep popped out of nowhere—literally—and said that his latent cosmic horror blood had awakened. After over a decade hanging out with Oboro, I know when I'm dealing with things that eat planets like M&Ms."

"So that's why Nyarlathotep recommended this daycare!" Yoichi cried, snapping his fingers.

Hisashi nodded. "Yes, only an expert could have seen through my perfect disguise." His shadow burped and regurgitated a scrap of his tie.

Aizawa asked, "Is Nyarlathotep the one who keeps recommending my daycare?" He sighed. "No matter. I've given up on ever working with a normal child. It wouldn't be safe, with the batch I currently have. All of the babies in my daycare either have a distant trace of eldritch blood or were marked by an early life encounter with a cosmic horror. I can assure you that I'm uniquely suited to deal with such children. Here." Aizawa tossed Yoichi a book entitled: How to Parent Humans. "I wrote it myself."

"Thank you!" Yoichi sprouted an extra arm to catch the book. "I know a book like this had to exist. One bookstore employee laughed at me and the other called CPS."

"Yes, the mortals have a strange fixation with CPS. I believe it must be their local deity." Hisashi leaned back in his chair. A pair of ram's horns popped out and half a dozen extra eyes sprouted down his face.

Aizawa scowled. "Hey! Just because I know what you are doesn't mean you can let it all hang out in my office. See, you're killing my plant." He pointed at the dark mist radiating off Hisashi and strangling the potted geranium in the windowsill.

"I'm sorry about him." Yoichi sighed. "Ever since he got super into this comic book with a demon king, he's been pretending he can't control himself so he can flaunt his new horns." Yoichi flicked his fingers, and his shadow turned blindly white. As the younger brother's light fell on it, the geranium perked up and sprouted several extra flowers.

Sulkily, Hisashi muttered, "Your horn is showing too, little brother."

"Oh! Sorry!" Yoichi touched the golden horn that had sprouted when he'd used his powers.

Since the light had also repaired a crack on his desk and removed a stain from his carpet, Aizawa was in a good mood. He said, "You have a lovely horn. It matches your earrings."

"Thank you." Yoichi turned his head to show off the golden chain. "The clerk told me that I was shopping in the women's section, but I explained that gender is optional for my kind. Then I purchased some diamonds for Izuku to eat—he has a real sweet tooth for them—and she invoked the deity CPS again."

Aizawa sighed. "Please read my book. For now, let's get back to business." He took out a notebook. "Who are you and what power does your child possess?"

Yoichi said, "I'm One for All, and my brother is All for One. Izuku ate a bit of both of our essences, so he can use both creation and destruction."

Aizawa paled. "Ate your essence? Do you mean to tell me your baby is a full-blooded cosmic horror?"

"The first one in millennium," Hisashi said proudly. "See? Isn't he cute?" He held up Izuku. Curved horns grew rapidly from the baby's emerald hair. His freckles glowed. Eyes sprouted from his face all the way down his arms. One cracked open, spewing green mist.

Izuku yawned, giggled, and spat out a miniature star.

Before the heat could consume the office and a large chunk of the city, a third eye opened on Aizawa's forehead. Red light flashed. The star vanished.

"There, there. Are you feeling fussy?" Aizawa offered a pacifier. Izuku bit clean through it. Aizawa immediately produced another one. "How about this one?"

With a small grumble that shook the office, Izuku closed his many eyes and relaxed back into slumber. He returned to the form of a human baby. His horns could only be seen in his shadow.

"Excellent caretaking!" Yoichi clapped. "I see you're no normal mortal yourself."

"I used to be," Aizawa said. "Oboro leaked his power all over me and our friend Hizashi."

Hisashi said, "I feel confident that my darling boy will be in safe hands here."

Aizawa coughed. "Actually, I'm not sure that we're equipped to handle a full eldritch abomination."

"Oh?" Yoichi blinked, the many green eyes lurking in his shadow following suit. "Can you recommend someone else, then?"

Aizawa full-body twitched. "No, no, no! You can't possibly allow your child around ordinary mortals at his current age! He won't know how to stop shedding his power! Humans that are regularly exposed to eldritch energy either become slightly eldritch themselves or go completely insane. Though kids are always the former, I can't let you run around infecting babies." His shoulders sagged. The life went out of his eyes. "You can leave him here today…as a trial run. We'll see how he fits in with the rest of 1-A."

"Thank you!" Yoichi beamed. "Here, we brought his stuffed rabbit and his blankie."

Hisashi said, "I brought your payment." His shadow burped, then regurgitated a massive chest of gold coins. "I hope this will be enough for one day."

Aizawa peered into the chest. "These coins look ancient. This is far too much."

But the brothers had already vanished, leaving the scent of crackling lightning in the air. The chair where Hisashi had been sitting splintered into two pieces. Aizawa's geranium grew rapidly, its branches and giant flowers obscuring the entire window.

Izuku floated in the air. He stirred. Aizawa caught the eldritch baby and spent several minutes soothing him so he didn't wake up.

After settling Izuku into a baby carrier, Aizawa video-called Shirakumo Oboro. The young man with blue eyes and pale blue hair wore a jumpsuit. He opened his mouth for a greeting, but Aizawa spoke first. "You sent me a full cosmic horror?"

Oboro had the grace to look sheepish. "He could hardly go to a regular daycare. Grandma Nyarlathotep insisted that he needs socialization, and who better than other children like him?"

Aizawa glared. "If you expect me to handle this—" He held up Izuku, who had sprouted eyes all over his body while juggling balls of light. "—then I expect you to come help me."

Oboro's eyes widened. "Oops! I'm disintegrating into mist again. Can't manage human speech any longer." His face turned into black-purple mist.

"I know you're doing that on-purpose," Aizawa growled as his friend melted out of his clothing and drifted away. "Get back here! At least tell me what kind of cosmic horror infected the other baby you sent me! The Bakugos didn't stay long enough to explain. The father said he was late for work and ran off."

Staring at his blank screen, Aizawa sighed. Then he opened his third eye in time to stop Izuku from transforming into an octopus. The baby giggled, the tips of his hair sprouting extra eyes.

"The son of the Twins of Creation and Destruction," Aizawa muttered, looking down at the tentacle-haired baby. "I shall call you Problem Child."

Aizawa entered Daycare 1-A with Katsuki Bakuto strapped to a carrier on his back and Izuku strapped to his front (where he could quickly use his third eye if need be.) "Hizashi, these are our two newest children."

Hizashi Yamada sat cross-legged on the ground, playing building blocks with three other babies. Ochaco floated the blocks in the air, Mezo used four extra phantom arms behind him, Shouto lit a block on fire, and Momo stuffed a block into her mouth. Her mouth opened with a ripping sound to consume half her face, then she swallowed the block whole.

Yamada looked up with a wide smile. "Please to meet you, little terrors!"

The eye on Aizawa's forehead opened, putting out Shouto's fire. "We do not use our powers indoors," he said. Though he wasn't sure if Shouto understood, eldritch children often developed faster mentally. It was worthwhile to try to communicate with them.

Shouto giggled and spat out an icicle.

Aizawa took both babies out of the carrier and set them down. "Would you two like to play, too?"

Izuku crawled over and ate a block.

Yamada chuckled. "I see we have another hungry one. Between him and little Momo, we'll need to replace our blocks soon."

Katsuki bit Izuku's leg.

Opening his mouth, Izuku revealed hundreds of rows of teeth. He hissed.

Falling onto his back, Katsuki wailed. Aizawa picked him up and soothed him. "No biting. I bet you're a little destroyer."

Yamada picked up Izuku, saying, "I'll tend to that ouchie." Two drops of black blood bubbled out of the shallow injury, then it vanished. Izuku giggled, all smiles again with the normal number of teeth. Yamada said, "Err, I guess you had it handled already."

Out of the corner of his mouth, Aizawa whispered to Yamada, "Little Izuku is the child of the Eternal Hunger."

Yamada's eyes widened. "Seriously? He's a full cosmic horror? We should double our fees."

"He and his brother gave us enough money to buy this daycare several times over. For one day." Aizawa sighed. "That's the only reason I'm considering this. I told them they could have a trial run."

Yamada tapped his chin. "Unfortunately, today is picture day."

"Seriously?" Aizawa scowled. "We can't have a human not in the know come here. I haven't figured out Izuku's full capabilities yet, and I still don't know Katsuki's power type. See if you can cancel."

In the corner, Hitoshi and Fumikage scribbled together on a paper spread out across the floor. Dark Shadow had grabbed several crayons to help. Fumikage sneezed, causing his head to shift between human and bird.

Koji and Tsuyu napped together in a tent. Tsuyu was surrounded by frogs of all shapes and sizes, forming a bed for her. Spiders spun webs above Koji's head. A white rabbit nestled in his arms. Its lips were stained with blood.

Eijiro, Rikido, Hanta, and Kyoka sat in a circle, listening to a nursery song. The music seemed to be coming from Kyoka's waving hands. Rikido clapped, spreading silver dust.

The doorbell rang. Yamada said, "It's too late. The photographer is already here."

Aizawa sighed. "I'll take him to my office. It's better if he doesn't see this place." He looked around the chaotic room. "Also, that way I can keep my third eye focused on nullifying one child at a time."

Denki stuck his finger into an electric socket and made happy noises.

Yamada ran forward. "Denki! Stop it! You're going to drain the power from the entire building again!"

Aizawa groaned. Clearly he'd need all the money the brothers had given him for yet more repairs.

The photographer set up his camera behind Aizawa's desk. His gaze drifted to the huge plant spreading out from a tiny flowerpot and consuming most of the window. The photographer snapped a secret picture of the geranium to post online later. Such an interesting plant would surely get him reddit karma.

Aizawa said, "I'll bring the children by one at a time. Please promise me not to look at the pictures."

The photographer frowned. "But how will I know if they came out right?"

Aizawa's smile turned strained. "We won't hold you responsible. The children's parents are very firm about their privacy. They would like to be the only ones who see the pictures."

"They don't want me to look at their children?" The photographer shook his head. "But I have to look at them in order to take pictures."

"Just don't look at the photographs after you've taken them. I'll be collecting your camera on your way out the door. We're paying you more than enough to replace it."

This was true. Daycare 1-A had given the photographer enough money to buy a house, and they'd paid in advance. For that much money, the photographer was willing to overlook any strangeness. "Whatever you want, boss. But babies can be hard to take good pictures of. I won't give you a refund if they turn out blurry and blinking—not if you won't let me look at the final product."

"That's fine." Aizawa muttered something that sounded like, "Blurriness will be the least of our problems."

Aizawa left, and returned with a blond boy. For a moment, the photographer would swear he saw a tail poking out from behind the infant. But just as he opened his mouth to ask if this was a costumed photo shoot, the tail was gone.

After the photographer took several photos—carefully not looking at them—Aizawa kissed the boy's forehead. He said, "Good job containing yourself, Mashirao," and left while the photographer wondered what that meant.

The next baby was a girl with pink hair and horns—no, she had black hair. No, pink hair. Her eyes were black like endless gaping pits that could consume the universe. The photographer's hands shook on his camera. He felt relieved when Aizawa left with her and came back with a new child.

The black-haired boy kicked his legs against the chair. For a moment, the photographer saw engines on his legs.

The blond boy was exceptionally cute, with such an adorable smile that the photographer couldn't help smiling back. "Aren't you sparkling like a shoujo manga character—?" His voice trailed off. Literal sparkles and roses floated around the boy. "How are you doing that? Is it a special effect?"

"Doing what?" A light flashed from Aizawa's forehead. Before the photographer could process what he'd seen, it was gone. Then the blond infant looked perfectly normal. "Smile for the camera, Yuga." Aizawa's own smile looked strained.

Feeling uneasy, the photographer took his pictures quickly. He nearly looked at one, but Aizawa was watching him too closely. Despite his fear, curiosity was eating him alive. He wanted to see if that strange manga-like background would show up in a picture. He had to know if he'd lost his mind.

Next, Aizawa carried in a bundle of empty air. "This is Toru."

"But there's no one—" The photographer stared. An ordinary baby girl sat in the chair. "Where did she come from?"

"I just brought her in," Aizawa said a little too quickly. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes had deepened and his hair stuck up.

The photographer nearly looked down to see what his camera had captured. But Aizawa cleared his throat, and he stopped himself.

Numerous other children came and went, each one feeding the photographer's curiosity a bit more. Many of them had strange features he could only spot out of the corner of his eye. The spikey-haired blond boy had been the only normal looking one so far, and he'd tried to eat the photographer's pen. By the very last child, the man was desperate to see at least one photograph. Surely then he'd find photographic proof about the secrets of the universe.

The last boy had curly green hair and freckles. A strange hair color was far from the most unusual thing the photographer had seen today. He was almost a little disappointed.

Aizawa set the baby down. "Smile for the camera, Izuku."

The photographer snapped a picture.

Izuku laughed, then floated up to the ceiling. Green shadows blazed from his eye sockets.

A strange mixture of terror and vindication filled the photographer. He screamed, "Your baby is floating!"

Red light flashed around Aizawa, and then Izuku was back in his seat. "I don't know what you're talking about," Aizawa said. "It must have been a trick of the light. Look, see how perfectly normal he is now."

Izuku's shadow grew behind him, a mixture of tentacles and feathers. With a flash of white teeth, the giant geranium vanished into the dark mass.

Pointing, the photographer screamed, "THIS IS NOT NORMAL! THAT BABY IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

Aizawa's smile wilted. "Problem child, don't ruin your appetite." Aizawa leapt up and grabbed Izuku before he floated away again. Izuku's face scrunched up. "There, there. Do you want your pacifier? Are you hungry? I'll feed you a nice diamond later—uh, a diamond-shaped cookie."

With Aizawa distracted, the photographer seized a chance to glance down at the image of the last picture he'd taken of Izuku. Then he ran screaming out of the building.

Rocking Izuku, Aizawa sighed. He muttered, "I'd better send him a bonus. I've got enough money, thanks to your daddy. Good thing I had the foresight to save you for last, problem child."

Izuku burped up a nebula.

In a distant office, a Child Protective Services agent spoke into the phone. "This prank call again? I bet you're not even a real professional photographer. How did you get so many people in on this joke? Do you think it's funny to waste official time like this? We have real children we need to help!" She hung up.

"What was that about?" Her newest coworker asked.

The CPS agent swiveled around in her office chair. "Oh, it's a local joke. We've received dozens of prank calls, all from different numbers, about a green-haired baby who has monsters for parents or is a monster himself. Some of them sound very convincing, but don't believe a word of it. Whenever one of us tries to find the address the caller gives us, it doesn't exist. Several agents who investigated the prank calls retired, quit, or transferred shortly afterward, which is just a coincidence, but it makes our more superstitious coworkers nervous. At this point, it's become an office urban legend that there's some Cthulhu baby living in our city." She laughed. "What a joke, right?"

Her coworker laughed, too. "Cthulhu? Like monsters with tentacles?"

The CPS agent rolled her eyes. "The joker this time claimed to have photographed a whole daycare full of eldritch babies. Some people have way too much time on their hands. Unlike us. I've got to get back to work."

"Did you miss Papa?" Hisashi picked up Izuku and spun him around. "Yes, you did! I missed you, too!"

Izuku cheered and waved his arms, producing a stirring eldritch choir. His kicking legs turned into hooves again, making his shoes fall off.

Aizawa caught them. "I think he's imitating Kyouka's power. How fascinating. He's a very fast learner."

Hisashi beamed. "Just like his father!"

Aizawa shuddered to imagine the problem child adding the powers of everyone in the daycare to his skillset. "Izuku gets along with his classmates. He's a friendly baby. He has trouble controlling his power, but that's completely normal at his age. All in all, your son had a very successful first day at daycare, and CPS was only called once."

Hisashi nodded. "Ah, yes, the mortals do worship their beloved CPS."

Aizawa said, "Today, we had class pictures. You can purchase copies to pick up at the end of the week. Here is Izuku's photo."

Hisashi gasped as he peered at Aizawa's phone. "My little galaxy eater! Just look at those precious tentacles and the soul-sucking entropy in his eyes! I'll take a hundred copies." His shadow spat up another chest of gold coins.

Aizawa said, "That's too much money again—oh, never mind, I'll donate it to our photographer's therapy bills."

Izuku's face turned bright green. He scrunched up his nose. Then he spat out a very sharp silver tooth.

Hisashi screamed. "My baby! He's regurgitating his skeleton! Is he dying?" He swelled up in size, extra eyes sprouting. His ears elongated. Claws appeared on his fingers. Darkness wrapped around him. His shadow rose up with a howl.

Aizawa's third eye flashed, calming Hisashi's shadow. "There's no need to be concerned. Human children naturally lose their teeth. Usually it starts at an older age, but your son clearly has a lot of teeth. They'll grow back. Let him chew on soft things, like slices of fruit. It's all in the parenting book I gave you."

"He'll grow more teeth?" Hisashi's smile returned. "He's already got a few thousand! That's my precocious boy!" He tickled Izuku's stomach as he walked away. "This is worth celebrating. I'll get you a special treat."

"Don't let him eat too many gemstones! You could damage his teeth as they grow in!" Aizawa called after the eldritch horror. "Read the book!"

Then Aizawa's attention was distracted by another parent's arrival. Masaru Bakugo cleared his throat. "I'm here to pick up my son?"

"Of course." Aizawa pasted on his professional smile. He left, then returned carrying Katsuki. He settled the baby into his father's baby stroller. "Katsuki adjusted well to daycare and enjoyed all our toys. He's a biter—we'll have to work on that. He chomped on three other kids. I take it that he comes from a destructive bloodline?"

Masaru blinked. "Excuse me? I suppose my wife has a bit of a temper."

Aizawa laughed. "Yes, nothing to talk about on the open street, I understand. You're doing a much better job pretending than the last parent. I commend you for your perfect mortal body."

Masaru took a step backward. "Er, is this a good moment to mention that I'm happily married?"

Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, that must have sounded strange. I only meant that you and your son both do a commendable job seeming very normal."

Masaru said, "Funny, the last daycare called Katsuki a little monster."

"They simply weren't equipped to handle his needs." Aizawa shook his head disapprovingly. "It's not good for children to be treated like monsters. We'll do better. Your son is in good hands with other children just like him."

Too timid to ask any more questions, Masaru left with Katsuki. On the walk home, he tried to figure out what Aizawa had meant. Perhaps the daycare had a lot of difficult children? But since Katsuki had already gotten banned from five daycares for aggressive biting, Masaru considered it good to have a teacher with experience handling difficult babies. Even if the teacher was a little strange. Frankly, at this point Masaru was willing to tolerate even the very awkward flirting if he'd finally found a daycare where his son could last longer than a day.

Masaru never realized that he'd accidentally dropped his son off at the wrong daycare.

It would take Aizawa a long time to realize his mistake, too. Since little Katsuki Bakugo would not remain human now that he'd consumed the blood of the child of the Twins of Creation and Destruction, he would shortly fit in very well with the rest of Daycare 1-A.

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Every All for One Across Every Universe Hates Ties

Yoichi: (Holding up a tie) We must wear these strange nooses, brother. Humans use them as formal wear.

Hisashi: They make my neck ache just looking at them, brother. How do we fasten them?

Yoichi: I'm not sure. Maybe we wear them around our foreheads?

Hisashi: I have eaten mine. Problem solved.

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Omake: Bad Habits

Yoichi: Izuku! Don't eat the sofa! We need that for watching hero movies. Big brother, stay away from my latest galaxy.

Hisashi: Noms.

Yoichi: THAT ONE HAS PEOPLE IN IT! SPIT IT OUT!

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Omake: Home Visit

Aizawa: It took my three hours to find your home, and that was with Oboro's help. Next time, we're doing this at my office.

Yoichi: Odd, I thought I sent you very detailed directions.

Aizawa: When your directions start by explaining what galaxy to go to, that's a problem.

Hisashi: Izuku is perfect, so I don't see the need for this conversation at all.

Aizawa: He's a good kid, but parent-teacher conferences are useful for all children. Your son keeps burping up stars. I'm concerned that his diet may be too energy heavy.

Hisashi: What, are the other children jealous of him? I'll tell him to bring enough for the whole class.

Aizawa: Don't give me that nonsense, Little Hungry One.

Hisashi: H-how did you find out about that nickname?

Aizawa: I've been friends with Oboro for years. I have every Great Old One on speed dial.

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Omake: Izuku's Family Loves to Visit and Has No Concept of the Wrong Time

Yog-Sothoth: BEHOLD, IT IS I, THE POWERFUL, ALMIGHTY—

Aizawa: (Sighs) You're here to see Izuku, aren't you?

Yog-Sothoth: I CRAVE CUDDLES.

Aizawa: I'm trying to put the kids down for naptime.

Yog-Sothoth: APOLOGIES FOR THE INTERUPTION, CHILD. WHO IS THE ADULT IN CHARGE?

Aizawa: I know you don't mean to be rude, but that only makes it more annoying. I'm in charge.

Yog-Sothoth: THEY LET A TINY THING LIKE YOU BABYSIT? YOU'RE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS RESPONSIBILITY! I MUST STAY HERE SO THERE IS AT LEAST ONE ADULT PRESENT.

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Omake: This Would Go Much More Poorly Without Yoichi Around

Hisashi: (Points at young Tenko playing with Izuku) Brother, I see something that I want.

Yoichi: Big brother! That is an already parented human child! Get your tentacles away from him!

Hisashi: No! He's cute and I want him! The current father is not competent!

Yoichi: I admit he's cute, but he's human.

Hisashi: We could human-proof the house. He appears to be very compatible with Izuku. It's good for children to have siblings.

Yoichi: Stop tempting me. I'll look into whatever is wrong with his current living situation. You stay at home with Izuku. I do not trust you to handle this properly.

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Omake: The CPS Agents Who Found Izuku

CPS Boss: What do you mean "The child is more a danger to earth than earth to the child?" Is this a joke? Please don't resign, we're understaffed already!

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Omake: Fourteen Years Later

Ochaco: Did you change your hairstyle? It looks good.

Izuku: I don't remember changing anything…

Ochaco: I'm sure something is different.

Katsuki: DEKU! Your hair has turned into fucking tentacles with eyes on them! Put on a damn hat before you go outside!

Ochaco: You're right, Katsuki! It's so adorable!

Katsuki: I swear, everyone in this class keeps getting freakier and freakier.

Mina: You're one to talk. You just sprouted a tentacle from your shoulder.

Katsuki: Fucking hell, I just know this is all Deku's fault.

Tenya: Izuku! It is highly improper to turn your human classmate into a Horror Beyond Space and Time!

Izuku: Oh, dear, that does look like my power. It's too late for me to take it back without eating you, sorry.

Katsuki: Goddamn shitty nerd! You turned me in a fucking hentai monster!

#For years, Aizawa praised Katsuki for being a model student at controlling his powers #Then Katsuki's first tentacle came in and it turned out he had no idea how to control them at all #Mineta was eaten by Izuku #I mean, replaced by Hitoshi Shinsou

Author's Note: Chaoticdeer drew the perfectly normal eldritch family used for this fic's new cover art. This time they would like to take a family photo. Why is the photographer running away? I'm in love with this picture, it looks even more spooky than I pictured it in my head. Chaoticdeer is open for commissions on tumblr. Delete the spaces to get the link to the full-sized picture:
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Also, I have some new eldritch Izuku art for my fic The Peculiarities of Izuku Midoriya:
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This chapter wouldn't exist without all the encouragement and great ideas that everyone gave me last chapter. A special shoutout to Toricon and The_Plauge_Dragon for suggesting some of the dialogue that I used. Additional credit goes to MaryCipher, Sunrise_Flame, Ima_Nonyme, LittleLovelyLizard, Shining_Stars, MyOwn2Cents, ForF0cksSake, DCJoKeRHS, Sara_Shadowwyng, and HouseHermit for various ideas that I used. Thank you so much!