I have one thing to say: "Efren"

Anyway, this chapter comes from three suggestions! Izuku does not yet have his quirk in this one-shot - please enjoy!

IMPORTANT: Trigger warning for an intruder shelter-in-place. This is heavily based on American school-shooter drills, and I myself felt very on-edge while writing it. Nothing happens, of course, since the attack is the USJ, but I thought I would let you all know. Scene starts when the alarm goes off and pretty much goes through the rest of the chapter.

"I really want izuku meeting monoma and the other 1-B students and stuff" -Guest

"An idea submission! The little bean finds his way to 1-b and has a fondness for Monoma or tetsutetsu!" - Knife_Child

"I read your entire story in 1 day. I LOVE IT! It's such a cute premise and executed so well. I can't wait for more. Are you still taking requests? I was thinking what happened to Izuku during the USJ incident? Would love to see how a toddler handles that and seeing his dad hurt…." - Singing in the Jukebox (Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the fic :) ~BP)

Vlad King remembers very explicitly why he chose to teach high schoolers. Older people were just easier to talk to and bond with - frankly, if he could teach college, he would, despite having never gone himself, but hero-ing is more like ROTC than a college-level class, if he was honest, and he wasn't that big of a fan of the military - and little kids were just plain gross. Take his niece, for example: when she had just gotten her quirk, she chewed on every piece of furniture like a dog and ruined the carpets. She slobbered all over his clothes, shoes, books, the TV remote; her attempt to bite him was the final straw, and Vlad stopped babysitting after that. She would be about his students' age by now, he remembered. She had gone missing a little while ago, possibly having run away. Despite her destruction of his home, Vlad hoped little Himiko was doing well, wherever she was.

Anyway, Vlad wasn't at UA to run a daycare. He expected his coworker to remember that, but clearly Aizawa didn't, and now Vlad was stuck with a walking bundle of slobbery baby.

"I really am sorry about this," Aizawa said, setting a rather large diaper bag beside Vlad's desk, "but Nemuri quit on me at the last second. Said she was injured or something, I don't know. Listen-"

"I am not watching your spawn," Vlad said, watching the toddler disappear into the jungle of desks in dismay. "Get Mic to do it."

"Listen," Aizawa stressed. "All Might also ditched today, and I have a bad feeling. I- just please watch Izuku for me. He's a sweetheart, I promise, really easy. We'll be back for lunch, so you don't even have to worry about feeding him. Just make sure he doesn't, I don't know, play with an electric socket or something while I'm gone."

"Aizawa-"

"Izuku!" Aizawa called. "Come say good-bye to otou-san."

The little bush of hair bounced out from the desk-jungle and ran straight into Aizawa's open arms. "No!"

"Oh, greenbean, it's just for a little while, and you'll be hanging out with Vlad-sensei and Class 1-B. You've met Vlad before, remember?"

"No!" Izuku screeched. Aizawa just sighed before peeling Izuku's arms off of his legs and stumbling backwards.

"Thanks-Vlad-I-owe-you-bye-Izuku-love-you!" Aizawa rushed out before snapping the door shut behind him. Izuku ran to the door, reaching up towards the handle as high as he could, crying loudly as he did so.

Vlad sighed and sat down heavily at his desk, pinching his brow and trying to ignore the echoing screeches from the kid. It was going to be a long day.

He pulled out a stack of essays and began grading them, wishing desperately that he had brought his headphones with him. There was about half an hour before students began showing up, and he was intent on finishing the last few papers so he could pass them back to his homeroom, no matter how loud the little pipsqueak was. As he worked through Kojiro Bondo's paper on the applications of his quirk in post-villain attack reconstruction. As he marked a little check mark next to Kojiro's paragraph listing the four categories of collateral damage (a topic he knew they had just covered in Heroic Law - good on the kid for applying his learning to reality), the toddler finally ceased his banging and, horrifyingly, ran to Vlad to cling to his hero costume.

"Kid- let go!" Vlad grabbed Izuku's hands and tried to peel them off, like Aizawa had done earlier, but instead had to marvel at the ridiculous amount of strength the tyke had in his grip - Vlad literally had to rip the fabric from the little guy's hands. Izuku only paused to inhale quickly before letting out another ear-piercing scream. Vlad sighed (he's already done that so much today, and he was sure to keep doing it all day) and surrendered himself to a crying child. Izuku's fists quickly returned to their grip on Vlad's uniform and he buried his face in the fabric. Vlad suppressed a groan at the feeling of cool wetness seeping through the fabric to his skin. He scooped the toddler up and put him in his lap, rubbing small circles on the kid's back. Izuku hiccuped and finally, blessedly, fell quiet except for his sniffles. Vlad shushed him for good measure and returned to his grading, quick to bounce the child whenever he started to kick up a fuss again.

Vlad made it through the rest of Kojiro's paper and all of Monoma's paper before any student finally arrived. Ibara Shiozaki arrived first, as per usual, giving her usual nod of greeting before heading towards her desk. There wasn't typically any other interaction beyond that, but this wasn't a typical morning. Upon seeing the little green bean one his lap, Ibara paused, staring at the toddler questioningly.

"We have babysitting duty today," Vlad said. "Please do me a favor and make sure none of your classmates give the kid a hard time."

"Of course," Ibara said slowly. "Would it be okay if I came and said hello?"

Vlad grunted, and Ibara took that as a go-ahead. She came around the side of the desk and knelt down on the ground beside Vlad and Izuku. Vlad watched out of the corner of his eye, returning to Reiko Yanagi's paper.

"Hello, Aizawa-kun," Ibara said softly. Izuku only sniffed in return. Ibara was not deterred. "My name's Ibara Shiozaki. How are you today?"

Izuku did not answer.

"Do you want to see my quirk?" Ibara asked. That seemed to get a response from Izuku. The kid turned his head to look at Ibara, but his grip (unfortunately) did not loosen in the slightest. Ibara smiled and made her vines curl up her arm, wrapping around her hand before finally allowing a bunch of small, white flowers to blossom.

Izuku watched with wide eyes. Ibara picked one of the larger ones and offered it to him. Izuku took it with a gentle hand, and Vlad was relieved to notice that the one that was still clinging to his shirt was loose enough to pull off.

"It is called 'Vines', and it allows me to control the vines growing on my head," Ibara explained. "Have you gotten your quirk yet, Aizawa-kun?"

Izuku shook his head. "Does it hurt to cut your hair?"

"No," Ibara replied. "It does not, thank goodness."

"Does it need the sun? To photo- photo-smith-isis? Is green your favorite color? Can you make them longer, or do they have to grow by themself? What-"

"So many questions!" Ibara laughed. Izuku's mouth snapped shut, and Vlad felt more than heard his "sorry" being muttered into his chest. Ibara shook her head. "No need to be sorry, little one. It just surprised me. Why don't we leave Vlad-sensei alone to prepare for class, and you can ask me all your questions at my desk?"

Izuku nodded, and, without another word, slid off Vlad's lap. Vlad let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, and watched Ibara lead an increasingly more excitable Izuku to her desk.

Slowly but surely, more and more students arrived in the classroom, each one doing a double-take upon seeing Izuku there. As more students came to class, Izuku gained more and more victims for his numerous questions, some of which were surprisingly thoughtful. Vlad had to hand it to Aizawa - he's raising a smart kid.

Everything was going fine until Monoma arrived. Tetsutetsu and Tokage had arrived a couple of minutes ago, and were both equally bewildered and amused by Izuku's questions. The blond whirled into the classroom with his usual pomp, his nose upturned and a smug smirk on his face. Monoma raised his eyebrows at the cluster of his classmates, curious until he spotted the kid gawking at Tetsutetsu's metal hand. His expression promptly turned into a scowl and Monoma pushed his way to the center of the group. "Well, if it isn't the little 1-A brat."

Vlad put down his pen immediately. God, he was on Hiryu Rin's paper, he was so close to being done. Why…

Izuku turned and lit up when he saw Monoma. "Copycat-Bastard!"

The class collectively sputtered. Even Monoma was startled by such crude words coming out of such a small child's mouth.

"Aizawa-kun," Tetsutetsu wheezed. "Where did you hear that from?"

Izuku blinked at him innocently. "It's his name! Kacchan said so."

Tetsutetsu choked back a laugh. Tokage patted his shoulder consolingly.

Monoma's face was steadily growing pink. "My name is Monoma Neito, not… not that."

"Oh!" Izuku frowned. "Okay. What's your quirk, Monoma-san?"

"I copy any quirk I come in contact with," Monoma said. "Much more powerful than any quirk in 1-A, I'm sure."

Izuku's eyes sparkled. "Any quirk?"

Monoma hesitated. "Well, I suppose not 'any' quirk, it doesn't do well with stock-pile types or mutant types, but-"

"That's so cool!" Izuku babbled. "Can you copy Ibara-san's quirk? Or Tetstutetsu's? Oh, could you copy mine, even though it hasn't shown up yet? Since quirks are part of our bio-lo-gee, maybe you copy that part of quirks instead of the quirk itself! Here, try it-!"

"Whoa!" Monoma leapt back as Izuku lunged at him. Izuku stumbled into the side of a desk, but quickly pushed himself up to chase after Monoma, giggling wildly. Monoma dodged as best he could, none-to-gently redirecting the kid when he came too close. Monoma looked around, catching Vlad's eye. "Help me," he mouthed.

Vlad considered the situation - it would be so nice if he could finish what he was doing - but unfortunately testing the kid's theory about Monoma's quirk falls under Aizawa's don't-let-my-kid-play-with-electric-sockets orders. If the kid's theory was correct - and boy, what if it was? They would have to test that at some point - then the consequences could potentially be dangerous and should not be tested in his nice classroom. He rose from his desk and calmly approached the toddler, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Everyone, go back to your seats," he said. The class was quick to obey, and settled into their usual orderly morning routine.

Vlad leaned over his desk and read the last few lines of Hiryu's paper, judged it to be good enough, and wrote his final grade on both the paper and in his gradebook to be transferred to the computer system later.

And just like that, the bell rang. Vlad, Izuku sat awkwardly (and he let Vlad know) on his hip, began taking role. The only one not there was Kendo Itsuka, who he had excused yesterday from homeroom for class president duties. The day proceeded semi-normally, Vlad only sometimes having to pause the lesson to grab a toy from the diaper bag for Izuku or to get his students to stop being distracted by the calmly playing child.

This peace didn't even last an hour.

Suddenly, an alarm blared, one that Vlad had never heard before. The overhead lights shut off, leaving only the sparse emergency lights on. Metal shades slammed down suddenly over the windows, without warning and with enough force to slice anyone's fingers had they been touching the window. Someone screamed, and Monoma, who sat next to the window, fell out of his seat, flailing.

Everyone started moving and talking all at once. Izuku seemed to pick up on the panicked atmosphere and let out a familiar screech, thick tears already pooling in his eyes.

"QUIET!" Vlag King yelled, his commanding voice cutting through the din. "Everyone, sit down and be very, very quiet."

The students all did as asked. Yui Kodai, who was sitting closest to the crying Izuku, gently lifted the child and began talking to him in soft tones, calming him down.

Vlad King pulled out his phone and called the principal. The call immediately went to voicemail. Vlad tried again, and again. He growled and slammed the phone back on his desk. No use trying to dial 119 - the alarm would have already done so.

This alarm was, if he was correct, a signal of one of the most dangerous situations that could happen at the school. This was no "intruder-on-campus" alarm - this was a "armed-and-dangerous" alarm. It could mean anything from a bomb threat, to a shooter, to a villain attack. It was never anything good, and dammit, if Vlad wasn't prepared to defend every student in the room with his life, then he'd be a piss-poor Heroics teacher.

Vlad King didn't open the door, didn't even peek out the eyehole. He simply locked it and gestured for the students to pack into the far corner. Yosetsu Awase and Sen Kaibara, the two who sat closest to the door, helped Vlad King stack their desks in front of the door. A glance back at the class showed that they had pushed Izuku all the way into the corner, squished between Ibara and Tetsutetsu. Ibara was soothing the boy, and Tetsutetsu looked ready to murder anyone who came too close to anyone in the class.

Vlad King shooed Yosetsu and Sen back to join the class. "I hope it goes without saying," he said into the darkness, voice carefully hushed, "that all of you can defend yourselves and each other with your quirks. I hope you also realize that if it comes down to me or you," he raised a hand to silence the rising arguments, "you will escape. You may be heroes-in-training, but you are not heroes yet."

Just then, Vlad King's phone rang, breaking the deathly quiet. Vlad leapt on the device, not even looking at the screen before answering. "Hello?"

"As touching as your speech was," Principal Nedzu chirped, "sacrificing yourself for your students is currently not an immediate possibility."

Vlad's shoulder relaxed. "What has happened?"

"The USJ has been attacked," Nedzu said grimly. "I understand you are watching the young Aizawa?"

"And my students, yes."

"Very good." There was the sound of clicking on the other side of the phone. "You are to stay here and defend the school, in case there is more to this attack than the USJ."

"Who is going?" Vlad demanded. "All Might?"

"Already on his way."

"Mic? Snipe?"

"Of course," Nedzu assured. "There is no reason to worry, Vlad King. I must go now, but know that we have the situation under control. The lights will come back on soon, but the shutters may be down for the rest of the day."

"Alright," Vlad said. Then, he hesitated. "And the young Aizawa?"

"Keep an eye on him until this is over," Nedzu hummed. "I will update you to any changes."

And with that, the line went dead.

Vlad slipped the device into his pocket and turned to the class, who were watching with bated breath. "I'm sure you heard. USJ is under attack."

He was pretty sure he heard one of the boys swear under their breath. He sent a glare in the general direction, but did not call them out. Instead, he said, "Classes will likely be dismissed for the day, but for now we are sitting ducks. You may talk amongst yourselves, but please do so quietly."

With that, he sat down at his desk and stared at the opposite wall blankly. A slow whisper soon rose up amongst the teens, many of which had pulled out their phones and were messaging others - possibly each other, possibly students in other classes, possibly their parents. Vlad did nothing to call them out.

The next two hours passed like that: the room remained dark, despite Nedzu's promise, and Vlad continued to sit in quiet concentration, listening to the hall and half-expecting his phone to ring.

Izuku made his way around the room, letting himself be entertained by the students' quirks and occasionally watching videos on their phones, quietly giggling to himself. Jurota Shishida eventually gave him his phone to play with, a game that looked like Candy Crush on the screen, except the candies were instead colorful gemstones. Izuku was delighted by the puzzle game and pushed away the students' attempts to help him until he proudly showed them the blue-green wormhole the game took him through to get to the next level.

When Vlad's phone rang, he was not the only one to jump. Vlad quickly answered the phone. "Nedzu."

"Vlad King!" The Principal's voice was notably more cheerful than his last phone call. "The situation at the USJ has been resolved."

"What's the damage?" Vlad asked immediately.

"Some shattered windows, some icy gravel, and a collapsed building. Not too bad in the grand scheme of things!"

"You know what I mean," Vlad ground out.

Nedzu laughed. "I would not be making light of the matter if it was too serious. However," his tone took on a somber note, "it is not like there were no casualties, either. No one is dead- none of ours, anyway," he was quick to assure before Vlad could interrupt, "but All Might, Thirteen, and Eraserhead have all been hospitalized, as well as a few minor injuries among the students."

"Eraserhead?" Vlad said uneasily, glancing at Izuku, who continued playing Bejeweled as if nothing was happening.

"A concussion, a fractured orbital bone, and… his elbow was- it was just gone, Vlad, it isn't good," Nedzu reported. "The doctors seem confident he will make a full recovery, so I must assume they have a restorative quirk at their disposal, but ordinarily I would not be so optimistic."

"How long then?" Vlad said at last. "How long will I have the kid? Because I do not think Aizawa packed enough diapers from him to take an extended hospital stay."

"Just a few hours," Nedzu said. "Yamada said he could take Aizawa-kun for a while. Perhaps you could take Aizawa-kun to the hospital to see his father after all of your students have gone home? Aizawa would likely be out of surgery by then."

"I can do that."

"Good!" Nedzu chirped. "Classes are canceled for the day. Have your students contact their guardians - I have also sent an email out, so expect some to leave sooner than you'd expect. Any students unable to contact their guardians within the hour can report down to the cafeteria, where Lunch Rush is preparing lunch and putting on a movie."

"Of course," Vlad agreed easily. "Have a nice day, Principal."

Nedzu hummed. "You as well, Vlad King."

Vlad hung up and turned to his students. "Go ahead and begin packing up your things," he said, "and call your parents to come pick you up."

The lights flickered on as he said that. A few students winced at the sudden brightness.

Izuku whined when Jurota took his phone back, but was appeased when Jurota promised not to erase Izuku's progress. One by one, the students left to join their parents until only a handful were left. Vlad put all of Izuku's toys back in the diaper bag, pulled it over his shoulder, and scooped up Izuku before leading the remaining students to the cafeteria, where Lunch Rush was playing Spirited Away. Izuku stared at the big screen, enthralled by the moving pictures. Vlad took the time to grab three lunches, one each for himself and Izuku, and one for Yamada, who surely wasn't eating anything out of worry.

Getting Izuku into Vlad's car was out of the question, really, since he had not car seat and he was reasonably sure you weren't supposed to put a kid into a car without one. Luckily, they lived in Japan, and the train station was not far at all. Quite a few people aww-ed at Vlad fussing over the curious child, and a few waved at the boy. Soon enough, they reached the stop for the hospital. Vlad got off the cramped train with great relief, Izuku waving back at the people on board over his shoulder.

It did not take long for Vlad to find Aizawa's hospital room, a nervous Present Mic pacing outside. When the blond saw the toddler, he lit up and rushed to take him from Vlad's arms, which he was very grateful for.

"Zashi!" Izuku cheered, giggling as he immediately went to grab the man's long hair in twin fists.

"Thank you for bringing him," Mic said, effortlessly tipping his head so his hair fell out of reach. "I'm sure this wasn't what you were expecting to do today."

"I'm sure it wasn't what you were planning, either," Vlad said. "Anyway, here's his bag. Tell Aizawa I hope he gets better soon."

Izuku froze. "Otou-san is sick?"

Mic glanced up at Vlad, who winced. Maybe he should have told the kid what was going on. Oh well.

"Yes," Mic said slowly. "Yes, your otou-san isn't feeling very well, but we are here to make him feel all better, aren't we?"

Izuku nodded, but his hands were anxiously pulling his shirt up towards his mouth. Mic grimaced and squeezed the boy.

"Don't worry, bean sprout! All the nice doctors here made him feel much better, so now we just need to wait for him to heal. You wanna go see him?"

Izuku nodded again. Mic and Vlad exchanged glances again. Vlad nodded, and turned on his heel to leave.

He still didn't really like kids, but perhaps he could make an exception.

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