Midoriya and Hitoshi were talking, while sitting up in a tree, in the crux of different branches.
They watched Mr. Yamada, pass several times before it occurred to the boys that he was looking for THEM. They scurried down and continued their conversation, casually.
"Yeah, Dadzawa and Papa Mic are cool, I guess. It's just weird having a little sister now, too. I went from no family to three strangers all adopting me as… me, a family "member", y'know?"
"Eri's cute though!" Izuku laughed, light-heartedly.
"You can have her." Shinso deadpanned. "Papa."
"Ah!" Mic shouted, surprised, and nearly deafening his son and student.
"Were you looking for us?" Hitoshi asked.
"WHERE were you?!" Present Mic asked, in annoyance.
Midoriya raised his arm out from his side, pointing. "We were in the tree."
"Well, you're supposed to be packing your dorms." Hizashi frowned at the boys. He placed a hand atop their heads and turned them around. "Go forth and pack."
Aizawa came out, carrying Eri on his shoulders. One thing that the little girl didn't know how to do was to be HELD. She stuck her arms out as though she were an airplane, making it look as though a large letter "T" was stalking towards them, before she, with, THANKFULLY, Aizawa, holding her ankles, let herself drop backwards over his shoulders.
He now had hold of her ankles, which had leggings tucked into little red boots and a dress that was flipped over, much like her, the length of Aizawa's back. He looked TIRED, but amused… but definitely tired.
"Eri—" Shota began. "You can't offset the weight equilibrium so suddenly, I—"
"What weight?!" Mic laughed, as Eri held out her arms. Mic lifted her upright back onto Aizawa's shoulders, and he continued. "You weigh no more than an apple, little one." Hizashi grinned, taking the girl from his lover.
"A bushel, maybe." Shota grumbled, contentedly stretching.
"Don't call me a shrub!" Eri pouted.
"Bushel, not bush." Mic explained, "It's a measurement for bucket's worths of apples."
"Oh, okay!" Eri giggled. "Bye Shin! Bye Mr. Deku!" She waved to the retreating boys.
Aizawa frowned at Mic. "It's almost DINNER time, and they're not MOVED. Explain yourself."
"EXPLAIN yourself!" Eri repeated, drawing finger guns at her dads.
"They were in a tree! How would I guess THAT?!" Mic defended.
Shota made a confused face and shook his head. "Whatever."
Back inside, Midoriya and Hitoshi walked to their rooms, and they packed their things. They would absolutely be late to dinner. By the time that they were finishing up, a knock sounded on their doorway, and the porch sliding door was open in the common area between the two sets of twin rooms. Katsuki and Shoto stuck their heads out, as did Izuku and Shinso, curious as to who was out there. It was Toshinori with four boxed dinners for the boys. Midoriya slinked back, quickly, still embarrassed that he was in trouble just the night before.
"All Might- good evening." Todoroki greeted.
"Good Evening, boys." All Might said, closing the door after setting down the dinners on a table between two sets of couches. He took something out of his shirt pocket, and it was a deck of colored number cards.
"Diner and UNO tonight?" He grinned.
"Dinner is uni tonight? That's expensive." Bakugo nodded.
Toshinori looked at Katsuki in confusion. Shoto sighed and shouted, enunciating. "DINNER AND UNO TONIGHT?!"
Bakugo got angry. "I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING SEA URCHIN!"
It was literally everyone else's turn to be confused and Izuku came out, realizing the problem. "Kacchan- are you going deaf from your explosions?"
"It's UNO- you know, the game named after the word for 'one' in Spanish?" Even Shinso tried.
Katsuki threw his hands up in the air and sighed loudly before yelling, "I barely speak English as a foreign language! Don't dump Spanish on me!"
He looked exasperated.
All Might looked tired in his Small Might form and sighed a heavy sigh in response. "Well you can put hydrogen peroxide in your ears and if nothing bubbles, you can see an audiologist."
Izuku perked up and ran to his room and slid out a plastic box with shelves and looked for the hydrogen peroxide bottle in his field kit. He brought the bottle and a small bag of cotton balls out and handed them to Toshinori, as Kacchan looked ready to kill anyone if they got too close.
The other boys ate while All Might took Bakugo to the bathroom on the first floor, which had a different feel from the other floors, as it was more of a "teacher's-suites-and-lobby-converted-to-a-dorm" floor.
When they returned, Katsuki was clamping his palms over his ears. "If any of you punks shout- I will annihilate you." He said, looking at the three boys playing the card game.
"…Unoooooooo" Izuku whispered, setting down a wild card, which had all four colors.
The other boys snickered as Bakugo sat down, somehow with more anger than before he could hear, and ate his dinner. Toshinori left the "Core Four", playing cards, and happy.
"Um, Katsuki- do you know how to play?" Shinso asked.
"I've figured it out." Bakugo grumbled. "It's a game made for children." He spat, as Shoto dealt out the cards.
"And what are you, little boy?" Came a literal child's voice.
The door was open and Aizawa's hand was holding Eri's. She held a sheet of star stickers and Shota held a clipboard.
"Ah!" Hitoshi and Midroiya yelped in sudden surprise.
"MY EARS!" Bakugo yelled louder, pointing to the left side of his head, which was now ringing.
"Mr. Aizawa." The boys, greeted, standing and bowing, save for Shinso who gave a small wave from his seat. It'd be weird to bow to your own dad, y'know?
Aizawa waved the clipboard downwards to signal for them to sit and closed the door behind him.
"What's wrong with your ears, Bakugo?" The instructor asked.
"Nothing now." Katsuki replied. "They bubbled up with some chemical and then I tilted my head and now I'm hearing in High Definition."
Aizawa looked unamused. "I've seen your charts. You're hearing at a regular volume now; it just seems loud. Give it thirty more minutes." He turned to his daughter, who was bouncing in her red boots. "Yes, you can put a star next to each name in the leftmost column." He said, as the little girl pulled off the colored, sparkly stars.
"I'd better be orange." Katsuki said.
"No, you're BLUE." Eri said, still peeling off a star for Shinso. She was working on fine motor skills as any little kid does.
Bakugo looked offended. "What? Shoto's blue, everyone knows that."
"No. He's silver." Eri shrugged, placing a silver star on the sheet.
Katsuki smirked. "Second place medal, just like your DAD!" He laughed.
"You're blue." She said, finally, sticking the star on the page. It was done according to everyone's shirt. Bakugo's tank top was so dark navy, it was practically black, but blue, nevertheless.
"Watcha playin'?" Mic asked. Now suddenly also in the room.
"God is everyone and their MOM here tonight?!" Katsuki muttered.
"My mom's not." Todoroki blinked.
"Yeah, you log, it's an expression." Bakugo said, standing up and stretching his shoulders.
"More so, a hyperbole." Yamada added. "That's on this week's English test." He frowned. "But I'm sure that they all KNEW that."
"Undoubtedly, dearest." Aizawa muttered.
"Let's go, Eri." Hizashi said, extending a hand to hold the little girl's hand in his own.
"G'night, boys." Eri chimed, yawning.
Aizawa stood and opened the door for his husband and daughter before closing it and taking up a stack of cards. "I'll play you ONE round and then it's time for meds and beds." He said.
Aizawa won. "Uno, out."
Then Midoriya. "Out."
"Uno." Todoroki said, before adding "Out."
Bakugo nearly lit his cards on fire, but even the added grip didn't help.
"And that's game." Hitsohi laughed, placing out his final card.
"Go. Rooms." Aizawa said, collecting the cards and shuffling twice, flawlessly, before placing them in the box again.
The boys all groaned or showed general displeasement, as they got up from the couches, and went to their rooms to grab toothbrushes and facewash.
Within 20 minutes, the sliding glass door was locked and alarmed, and both sets of boys were changed into absorbent briefs.
Aizawa talked in the suite through both rooms, with open doors. "If you have a nightmare, and wake up, change yourself and go back to sleep. If you can't for some reason, I don't know- count sheep."
Bakugo was annoyed. "Fuck sheep." He muttered.
"And don't be a dick." He added. "Katsuki."
"OOOOOoooooh FIRST NAME!" Hitoshi laughed.
Aizawa closed Todoroki and Bakugo's door, and walked over to his son. "Knock it off, Shin." He said, before spinning his finger clockwise, once to cue Hitoshi to lay on his stomach. He got popped on the bottom with a clipboard. Shota knelt down to his son's bed level.
"Behave." He ordered.
"Fine. Goodnight, Dad." Shinso grumbled, rubbing his not-too-sore bottom. Thank god for pull-ups.
Aizawa pointed at Midoriya, "And NO GUESTS. If you displace my son to copulate—"
"WON'T." Izuku said, knowing the clipboard was still in his teacher/guardian's hand.
"Fine. Goodnight, problem student."
"'Night."
Four boys went to bed, dry but by morning, four boys woke up, wet.