Aerith Midoriya didn't put too much thought on the plan on how to conquer her father once again. Yet again, she has heard someone from the television telling her that the best ideas are made from bad planning. Wasn't sure if it was true or not, the six year old was still having a hard time with her times table. She remembered telling her mother that when she grows up, she is going to tell math that it needs to solve their own problems.
Because she was tired of missing desserts for the sea of red on her schoolwork.
The emerald-haired, amber-eyed child needed to be nimble and playful like a pussycat. She slowly tiptoed out of bed. It was shortly after dawn and knew that her father wouldn't be up for another hour. Something about daylight savings or whatever hour one loses or gains. Looking back now, the child thought she should have better paid attention to math. It mattered not. Her mother wasn't going to be back from her morning run for another hour. If she remembered correctly, she would be accompanied by her three aunts.
So, a pit stop by the coffeehouse would further delay her return. The sound of a sparkle gleamed in Aerith's eyes. She was going to spend the morning lying in the futon with her daddy dearest.
She slowly unplugged the loud All Might novelty clock. She slowly put on her slippers on the cold tile floor as she peeked out to the hallway. Darkness remained, but the crest of the sun would become nigh. She cracked her fingers, calculating the trajectory from making her steps from her bedroom to her parents' bedroom.
Boxes still filled the newly renovated home. It has been barely two weeks into their new residence, so obstacles were a challenge. Often the six-year-old imagined what All Might would do in the midst of the interfering boxes. Or, what would her Pop-Pop Ghira do when facing opposition?
Sporting her cape that Anna wore from Frozen, she looked onto the boxes. She produced a Cheshire Cat smile, placing her hands on her hips. "So, we meet again, the League of Boxes!" She observed the boxes, checking whatever area was blocking her from seeing her father. She spread her feet, preparing to make her move in case of opposing forces. "Think you can block me again from meeting my father." She scoffed lightly. She had to whisper, especially if she didn't want certain interference.
"What makes you think that we can't stop you, Aerith?"
The boxes stood tall. Their sinister eyes popped open when seeing their opposition. The boxes hissed, which didn't deter Aerith. Her goal in mind was at the end of the hallway. "Because I am the daughter of One for All. That's why! I have the skills and the agility to withstand any forces, you ugly villain," she said as she pointed at the boxes. "Along with being a daughter of a huntress, this nimble pussycat can maneuver without being stopped!" She made a haughty, but silent laugh. "They don't call me Aerith the Shadowcat out of kicks and giggles."
"Your father is heavily guarded by my people in our fortress! There is nothing you can do to stop us, you puny mutt!"
Aerith took on the offense. Aware of her interspecies heritage and the daughter of a Japanese father with a quirk and a Faunus mother, she wasn't going to let that deter her from whatever obstacles that occur.
The emerald-haired child extended her hands. She prepared her stance as she was on the defense to attack. "Bring it, you thieves." Aerith rushed toward the boxes that were her enemies. "Pew, pew!" She made tiny attacks by patting the boxes. Although it was pretend, she still didn't need to disturb her father.
"Pew, pew, evil villain," exclaimed Aerith. "No one can stop me with my New Orleans Wallop." She jumped around the area, circling the boxes as she made her fighting sounds. "Pew, pew! Stand down, villain!"
Aerith felt accomplished. Unrelenting as she fought the stack of boxes that were keeping her away from her daddy dearest.
"Pew! Pew!"
"Here comes Aerith the Shadowcat with her Plaster Beam!"
"You can't touch me like that until I am old enough to buy cigarettes!"
"Pew! Pew! Die, you putz!"
She could hear the excitement of the crowd cheering her on. Men loved her. Girls adored her. Many wanted to be her. Many desired her, but her heart belonged to one man.
"And that is my Papa Izuku, ladies and gentlemen!"
She couldn't allow the cheering crowd distract her from the main boss - the box that stood in the center of her parents' bedroom. The evilest of evil - Mr. Maytag!
"Maytag! Here we are once again!" Aerith heard a growling sound as the bulky brown box stood staring at the nimble six-year-old.
"Well, yes, Aerith! Thought you would be crying because you have wet your pants," barked the villain.
"Just so you know, Mr. Funny Man," retorted Aerith. "I have only peed my pants once this week and it was because I've drunk too much soda before bedtime!" She pointed at herself. "Mom just took away my rubber bed liner!" She waved her hands. "So, there! Ho! Ho! Ho!"
"What makes you think you could stop me, Couching Tiger, Yellow Pajamas," said Mr. Maytag as he began laughing. "Lest we forget the last time you tried fighting me. I'm built to last! It says so on my costume. The proof is in the power!"
"Stand back, you putz," barked Aerith. She snorted at the box. "You have a very important person you are keeping away from me." She stomped her foot. "And I would be darn if you keep him confined in your prison much longer."
"Oh! Talking about your daddy dearest," interjected Mr. Maytag. "He is confined in a state that he won't be able to make even the slightest peep!"
Aerith's amber eyes were wide as saucers. She pursed her lips. "You don't mean! You wouldn't, you foul beast!"
"Yep! He is confined in a deep slumber," replied Mr. Maytag. "We had to subdue him. Hmpf! He put up quite a fight, but it didn't take much." The box began to show his energy. "After all, we have his OFA!"
Hearing those words made the six-year-old's heart skip a beat. "No!" She dropped to her knees. "No, you didn't! You inconsiderate bastard!"
"Ho! Ho! Ho," replied the villain with a haughty voice. "Yes, I did! Like your precious father needs it. He is already confined to something worse than losing his OFA."
"And what is that," questioned Aerith.
"Being married to some neko girl and having a daughter who can't hold her liquid," answered Mr. Maytag with a sinister grin. "How can you save the world if you can't even save your own bladder?"
Those were fighting words. She produced a tear in her eye as she covered herself with the cape. Upon removing the cape, her eyes began to glow. "Never in your disgusting life ever talk about my parents." She began to rush toward the box. "New...Orleans…."
"Aerith Midoriya! What did I say about making all this noise in the morning. You will wake up your father!"
Aerith turned and saw that Mr. Maytag was nothing more than an appliance box. Scattered items from various boxes were spread on the floor. She turned as she heard the source of the noise headed toward her direction.
"You're lucky that I have forgotten my purse, or else you could have disturbed your father." Aerith looked up to the woman with the same matching eyes as she lowered herself to her height. "Baby, as much as we love you playing superhero, it is too early in the morning. Plus, your father begins his first day working as a teacher at his old high school. So, he must get his rest." Aerith's mother took her by her hand and picked up her daughter.
"Hmm! Didn't wet the bed this time," the Faunus mother smiled. "Great! If only we can get you to step up on those times tables."
"Mom," groaned Aerith. "I was this close on conquering the villain. How can I become the #1 Pro Hero if I keep getting distracted."
Blake found it cute on how similar her daughter's proclivities with her husband are to becoming a superhero. However, Blake and Aerith are torn from the same cloth. So, she was aware of a certain "daddy complex."
"One day when you get big and strong and can perform math equations without coming home with red marks," said Blake as she placed her daughter at the table. The Faunus took off her jacket from her morning run and placed it on the chair. "Do you want oatmeal or cereal for breakfast?"
"The breakfast that All Might eats to start the day," said Aerith excitedly.
Can't tell my daughter that her hero's favorite breakfast includes thighs and breasts and chicken. The black-haired mother closed the cabinet holding a box of oatmeal. "Then oatmeal it is!"
The sound of walking footsteps was making its presence known as Aerith turned to see her number one hero. The emerald-haired father yawned loudly. It made the six-year-old laugh because it reminded her of bellowing Beowulf. "Morning, my beautiful ladies." Izuku walked and approached his wife.
"Good morning, Mr. Midoriya," said the apron-wearing Faunus as she kissed her husband on the lips. "Good morning to you, Mrs. Midoriya," replied Izuku as he inhaled the sweat. "Put up quite a sweat this morning."
"Had to work out the kinks from last night," she said. "The maintenance man was putting in overtime."
Izuku blushed, then paused when realizing that they were speaking inappropriately in front of their daughter. "And good morning, my little Ari!"
Aerith extended her hands as she wrapped herself around her father. She clung tightly, embracing everything of her father, scent and all.
"Easy, my little Spider Monkey," said Izuku. "My back is still sore after your mother fuc...I mean tried this new wrestling move on me."
"Would you like to step on your back, Daddy," asked Aerith.
He pecked her on the cheek before putting her back to her seat. "No worries, sweetheart. Going to take a mineral bath before heading to work."
Blake was pouring the oats in the pot while turning on the skin faucet. "Nervous about returning back to your old stomping ground."
Izuku slapped his chest. "No worries! I think after spending a couple of years in Menagerie with your father, I think I can handle anything." He turned his head in both directions.
"What's the worry," asked Blake.
"Just being sure that your father isn't around is all."
Blake produced a smirk. "Look, baby! Daddy just wants to be sure that you are protecting his girls."
"I think it wasn't just you girls," retorted Izuku nervously. He shook away any thoughts of yesteryear when he looked at the clock. "Speaking of work, I need to go and get the day started."
Aerith watched her father as he gave her mother another kiss again. For a moment, she grew quite envious of her mother. The sound of a bowl hitting the table made Aerith turn. "After your breakfast, Ari, we are going to get you enrolled for school."
"Can I go to the school where Daddy goes," asked Aerith inquisitively.
The Faunus mother pursed her lip before clicking her tongue. "Sorry, sweetheart. You have to be a big girl before you go to that school."
"I thought I was a big girl," retorted Aerith.
"Let's say when you are close enough to buy cigarettes," said Blake as she poured the oatmeal into the bowl. "Sugar, butter, and cinnamon are next to you." She kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Now eat. I am going to get myself out of these damped clothes." She pointed at the living room. "Watch television when you are finished eating and I will get you so we can get you ready." With little Ari distracted, I can help the maintenance man work out some of those kinks.
To be continued….