U.A. Graduation Party

Kaminari was here to get wasted! Class 1 A had overcome impossible odds that they thought would surely be their doom and also lots of villains! The doom was the math tests, oh my god the math tests. How were they meant to remember this stuff? Kaminari had far more nightmares about pop quizzes then he ever had about running into battle.

That being said the amount of villains they had faced as high schoolers was also very impressive and Kaminari still couldn't believe sometimes that they had all made it out alive. This felt like a well deserved reward for all they had been though. Bakugou was yelling contently, music was blaring loud enough to make his head pound, and Aizawa was purposely looking the other way while Mina poured the vodka into the punch bowl! Even their strictest teacher understood that they deserve this!

"Jiro wanna danc-" "Mina you look great-" "Toru didn't see you there-" "Kendo, hey-"

Everyone already had a dancing partner, or it could be that he didn't look stable enough to dance. He hadn't had that much punch did he? It was only a couple, 4,10, no no it wasn't that much. Maybe 6 cups? Smalls ones so he could totally have some more.

"No luck buddy?" Ah there was Sero. Good old Sero! Even if he struck out all night he wouldn't be alone!

"Your a true friend!" He might be a little teary, but that was okay when he had his friend with him! He loved his friends! Sero patted his shoulder.

"Sure Denks, you too. Hey have you checked out Hatsume? She's looking fine tonight dude."

"Where? Oh wow!" Hatsume was a certified babe, but in work clothes and covered in grease one couldn't fully appreciate just how stunning she looked in a tight black dress.

"I'm gonna-I'm gonna talk to her!" He stumbled a bit.

"Go for it man!" Sero helpfully pushed him forward and that's really the clearest memory he had of the rest of the night.

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"Chargebolt great work out there!"

"You did great dude! So manly!"

"Not bad Pikachu."

"Kaminari Denki for your excellent service today I would like to give you my agency! Your truly annnnANNNNNANNN!"

"Wha-what!" On the one hand that was a really nice dream on the other he didn't fall out of bed this time! Just almost fell out of bed, but since he didn't it was starting out as a great day!

"Phone, phone where's the ah! Found you! This is Chargebolt speaking who can I save for you today!"

He really needed to change that weird ring on his phone. He knows Mina was the last one to mess with it, but any time he did remember to change it back to the fun Mi remix he had found one of his friend's always stole his phone! What did they have against such a cool and classic theme?

" Chargebolt I have a baby to give you. Just drop by the address I'm sending." Huh Hatsume wasn't working in his agency, but they were all former UA students and she was just the kind of person to have an idea for someone and make it regardless of anyone else's opinion.

"Oh cool! Thanks Hatsume! I'm sure I'll love it!" Maybe this would be a good time to make a move? She was clearly thinking about him and maybe it wasn't as awkward a night as he had assumed?

"Would you maybe want to grab lunch som-" Ah she hung up. Oh well she was probably busy. It sounded like something loud and high pitched was squalling. Must be some kind of machine of hers.

He went over straight after his shift. His hero outfit was super cool and just in case there was a tiny explosion or too it was also really durable and covered by the agency insurance for repairs! He was such an impressive adult. Class Priz would be proud of him!

He was surprised the GPS lead him to a residential area. Maybe this could lead into a dinner date after all? You don't just invite anyone to your house right? Of course the place had a large garage. He couldn't imagine her living somewhere where she couldn't make stuff. The doors were open and he could hear both banging and that high pitched screaming sound. Although now that it wasn't on the phone it sounded a lot like-

"There you are! You took your time. He should probably be fed again." She was blur of motion one minute putting down a soldering iron and the next handing him a screaming human child.

To be fair the child stopped screaming for a second to look at him, judge him and then clearly decided that more screaming was needed and started up again.

"Your welcome." She barley wasted a second looking at either of them before turning back to some sort of robot arm.

"What? Hatsume I don't know what to do with a baby! Hatsume what if I drop him! Why did you hand me-wait where did you get a child?" He lifted the child up and down in the air to kind of bounce it. That's what you did with kids right?

"I made it." Wait...

"You made...it?" Wait, wait, wait hold up now...

She pushed her googles up on her head and looked at him properly for the first time since he had walked in the door.

"You know how babies are made. We weren't smart enough to use protective equipment and this is the result."

Kaminari felt at once both very heavy and very light. Maybe he was still asleep?

"Oh." The child wasn't crying just screaming. A wisp of pink hair was on his blotchy red face and his eyes (yellow like both Kaminari's and Hatsume's actually) were open and rather angry.

"His name's Hatsume Hisoka. I had him this morning and your gonna have to take him."

She didn't look like she had a baby this morning. She rather impressively looked about the same as she always did just a bit more tired.

"What?"

At some point he had drawn the-Hisoka closer to himself in an effort not to drop him and that seemed to settle the-(his kid omg) down a bit.

"You can change his name if you want I just thought Hisoka sounded better with Hatsume-" She sounded disturbingly causal like this was just any other day with any other...baby...that she had made.

"That is not the problem! You can't...You can't just give him to me your his mother!"

Something hard flashed in the inventor's eyes.

"I'm not a mother and I never will be. Look you can take him to get a paternity test if you want, but he's yours and I can't raise him. I already have the paperwork to give up my parental rights. I can't have a kid. I would have gotten an abortion if I had found out before I was like 7 months pregnant. Guess that's what I get for being so career focused."

How could he Kaminari Denki, Sparky, Dunce-face, the stupid one possibly have a kid? He was too irresponsible to be a father. This was ridiculous.

"Look I won't blame you if you give him to someone else, but I'm washing my hands of this. I had to go through a lot to have the kid and get the paperwork together and I have deadlines to meet. Diaper bag is over there with his stuff. There isn't much. Paperwork is there too."

He waited for the punchline or to wake up. One of those would happen soon right?

" You'll want to feed him soon and possibly change him as well. Good luck with him, Chargebolt. Feel free to come by if you want me to make you one of my real babies. I'll give you a discount."

She turned away and the banging started again.

Real babies...The child was a real baby...Her son and his son. A real baby.

Hisoka was quite now, looking at him. Curious about him maybe?

All he could really do was look back into those yellow eyes. His eyes. Her quirk was in her eyes so even though they both had yellow eyes it was his own eyes that looked at him in that little face.

It seemed such a powerful thing somehow his son's eyes and he knew he had to give him up. He knew someone else would do a better job then he would. He-

Fuck.

He knew keeping Hisoka is going to be the stupidest thing he has ever done.

Well since when was he afraid to make dumb decisions?

I...I totally got this!

Narrator

( He did not totally have this.)

Hisoka did not remember dying or being in any danger whatsoever which was really the most baffling thing about finding himself being born. One moment he was building a card tower the next being pushed out of a women.

It was certainly an interesting experience, but not a pleasant one. He could barely see and certainly his movement was reduced by an unacceptable amount. Most unnerving was that he could not feel his Nen.

If he didn't adore strange situations he might even be panicked. This was the most vulnerable he had ever remembered being. It made him wonder exactly how he had survived to childhood in the first place the first time.

Still the longer he existed as this weak pathetic thing the more he was sure it wasn't a very strange assassination attempt.

Eventually he was cleaned and given food. From a bottle instead of a person. It took all of his focus to make out about every other word. It was a familiar language ,but spoken quickly with an odd accent. He didn't think he had ever heard even a hint of such an accent from anyone before and he had met a great many people.

As the liquid he assumed was milk drove his new body to slumber he felt rare anticipation. The unknown was always so...exciting.

Starving wasn't exciting and that was exactly what he was the next time he woke up despite having just eaten. He was laying on something soft and looking at a ceiling more grey then white now. He must have been taken away from the hospital, perhaps to an orphanage?

There were strange noises like someone was working on machines and Hisoka was ignored for so long he decided he simply had to do something about it . Starving was one thing, but having no entertainment was another problem entirely. He was not going be able to keep ahold of his sanity if he was both practically immobile and bored. ️

Screaming seemed the only move forward so scream he did and it wasn't too long before a person brought him food. They looked more like a human shaped blur then a person all he could really tell was that their hair was pink. It made him think of Machi and the idea of her being forced to care for an infant was an amusing one. She wasn't exactly...motherly. ︎

The person did not stay, a bottle was simply held up by some sort of gadget and he was left to eat and sleep and wake again.

Screaming was the only thing to break the monotony so he did it as much as possible. He was always offered food and cleaned, but he was never moved or spoken too. It made him angry. No one should ever be allowed to ignore him. ️ He would regain his strength and he would stack bodies like playing cards until no one dared to look away from him. ️

Finally he was picked up by the pink one and shoved into someone's arms. This one was blond and held him awkwardly too far away to make out his facial features, but it was close enough to tell when his attention was on the pink one and not himself. He was very much done with being you. ️ Screaming resulted in a jarring up and down movement which made it even harder to make out the world around himself.

"Hisoka- morning- take him."

His own name was a shock to his system.

And something that had been said had shocked the man holding him too. His breathing had stopped for a second. Hisoka was drawn closer... protectively perhaps? This close he could make out a bit more of the man's face, but the angle was difficult.

" -change -thought Hisoka -with Hatsume-" He was starting to work though the accent though his attention waved easily. Perhaps it had something to do with having an infant brain? His own name worked to draw his attention at least. Now at last something was happening. ︎

The man yelled at the pink person a women he thinks. He made out the word 'mother' clearly. If she was meant to be his mother he should expect to be dropped off at Meteor city or an equivalent soon enough. Maybe that's what the man was here to do, toss him in a garbage heap? If that's what 'mother' wanted she may not get it. It was easy to note body language when one was pressed against someone's body. Unfortunate that he wasn't in a form able to properly enjoy it. ️

He leaned away from her as she talked, his arms tightening. Yes the man was protective of him. Cute...︎

The man no boy looked at him properly when she had stopped speaking. Younger then he had thought. Late teens maybe 20 at most? Yellow eyes much like his own were wide with a starling innocence Hisoka didn't think his own had ever held. For a long time they simply looked at each other. Being acknowledged calmed the bloodlust that had been building and let him dwell more on this fascinating situation. Who was this young man? What was their relation? Had he been reincarnated before his time into a new body or was he back in time somehow? Had he been attacked? ️ ️

Slowly the boy raised a hand and ever so gently brushed his fingers over his forehead, while he murmured softly.

'Hi Hisoka...I guess I'm your dad.'

Well one question had been answered at least. He looked forward to seeing what his new 'Daddy' was made of. ︎