Hisoka had a problem...he just couldn't contain his excitement!
His smile was too big for his face, he could feel the beginnings of an ache in his cheeks. Luckily his soft laugher still sounded like the charming giggle of a child even if his caretakers didn't know the reason for it.
"He's been like this since I picked him up from Momo an Shosho's place. I guess he's really happy he got to see Illumi finally!"
"Kaminari if you say Shosho one more time-" Kacchan's hands began sparking.
"Come on it's cute! Shosho cause then it sounds like Momo! Hey wait-"
Hisoka only half paid attention to the small explosion and following chaos. He was ready. He was panting for it. Oh! What a night it would be...
He ate and bathed quickly not even bothering to cause as much chaos as possible. Ah, his father was a lovable idiot. If Kacchan had been the one to give him his bath that night he would have known something was amiss. He would have kept watch on him tonight, but Father was just happy for the ease of bedtime for once.
"Goodnight Hisoka! Daddy loves you!"
"Goodnight! ︎ "
He couldn't go out yet. Bedtime was so early for a toddler that it wasn't even properly dark out, but he could gaze upon his prize.
Illumi's new parents were far too broken to have paid any attention when he briefly went into their not yet child proofed kitchen.
The knife gleamed, perfectly sharp. It looked hungry.
He had to be so careful using his window to get outside. Everyone was home tonight and their instincts, sharpened by their profession could be a bother.
If Kacchan found out he would add extra security to the house. A motion sensor at his window would limit his fun for some time.
They were in a wealthy gated community most likely aimed at heroes with families that required privacy and protection for their loved ones. The measures at the gate were very good, but what was around the house was far from impressive.
You would have to be very foolish to try breaking into a Pro Hero's house and what harm was there in their so well vetted neighbors?
Hisoka would considered the house and yard large, but it was no trouble to travel silently and low to the ground over to another yard blocked only by a tall hedge.
Of course with the aid of his Bungee Gum which had the properties of both rubber and gum it was no trouble to hoist himself up and over it.
Now Hisoka was not so foolish as to believe he could fight on an even footing with a Pro Hero and a sneak attack would be no fun at all. No he needed to be seen. He needed that all consuming feeling that could only be felt when both fighters danced with death.
So tonight he was at the house of the women with the fading spotlight, Pro Hero . She had been by two days ago asking if Kirishima would mind feeding and walking her dog this week. Her and her family minus the large hairy beast would be on vacation far from his first real fight in this body.
"Here boy! I've got something for you. ︎ "
The dog was no Mike, but with his 3 year old body and using his quirk only to maneuver it might be a fun fight.
The dog which certainly could smell his bloodlust looked at him with cold eyes and launched itself directly for his throat. Oh how fun! She had gotten a proper guard dog for her little home hadn't she? No warning growl just a single minded determination to cause death.
Hmm. It had been...so...long. Ah!
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The knife was cleaned on the clothes he had chosen to be discarded and hidden in his playhouse. The clothes were placed under a bush in the front yard. He would simply put them back on and cover himself in red paint when only his father was home. He wouldn't know the difference and tended to just place clothes in the trash if it looked like too much effort to clean them.
The bite on his arm however no matter how pleased he was when he remembered getting it was a bit of a problem. The teeth had got him at the elbow and he had dragged his arm out of that mouth in such a way that the teeth slide in almost to the wrist. If he didn't have his Bungee Gum holding the wound closed he might be at risk of bleeding out.
Oh! Would Illumi be jealous he wondered? The poor dear had experienced a whole week of boredom with his careful parents. He bet his dear Illu hasn't gotten so much as a scratch on him since his new existence.
Hmm...what to do? It was a bitter moment when he found out that having two powers was rare here. You couldn't just invent something new for your convenience like with Nen. Texture Surprise was forever lost to him.
He supposed he would have to stretch his Bungee Gum as thin as possible and then apply the little make up he had left to his wound.
He concentrated on the feeling of his quirk covering his own skin trying to lighten it, thin it so much it was like a second skin. Make it feel so at one with himself he could forget it was even there just like his beloved lost technique.
Yes just like when he first made Texture Surprise. Pull and Hold and as is his nature Change.
He opened his eyes and could see only skin, the Bungee Gum now changed to mimic his flesh.
Ah! Perhaps quirks weren't as inferior to Nen as he once thought?
Of course it could be...that he was just that good. ︎
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Hisoka was a problem.
Bakugou understood children. He did not like them, but he understood their cutthroat hierarchy, their selfish desires and their impressive amounts of determination to achieve whatever nonsense goals their dumb little heads had come up.
Bakugou had been the ruler of other hellspawn as a child so he knew not to underestimate them. That being said Hisoka was not normal.
Bakugou had been waiting in the kitchen all night. His gut was never wrong, but he had assumed that the brat would be getting up to sneak into one of their rooms and acting out some horror movie shit.
It was time they had a talk about what he was willing to let Hisoka get away with and what he would not. Firm rules needed to be set and an actual outlet for the kids demonic behavior needed to be found.
No one else would do it. Kaminari was too besotted to believe Hisoka was at fault for anything really heinous. If the kid was found in a locked room with a dead body holding the murder weapon Sparky would never consider the obvious and Kiri was just too trusting of children in general.
Bakugou would level with him. Treat him like an adult. Lay down the law with the inarguable fact that he was stronger then the brat and Hisoka could not win against him. It had worked all his life until he reached UA so Bakugo figured he had at least until the first year of high school to expect Hisoka to stay mostly in line once they had established a baseline of acceptable behavior, but of course nothing could ever be simple.
He checked Hisoka's room right before he usually went on his morning run and the kid looked peacefully asleep. Suspicious, but he had no proof of anything amiss. Perhaps the brat was going back to paranoia tactics? He had started that shit before the distraction of the baby so he might have misread the situation if Hisoka was settling his instincts off on purpose.
He chugged a coffee and went on his run. This was far from his first all nighter so he would press on. Maybe pick up a camera for the hallway when he came back from work today. He couldn't allow himself to go to work more exhausted then missing one night's sleep. That's how you got careless.
By the time he got back home Kiri was up, upset, and talking with the police.
Bakugo had told Mt. Lady to fuck off when she came over asking them to walk her mutt because she was too cheap to put it in a kennel, but of course Kirishima loved the damn things and was more than willing to wake up early to take care of it for her.
Kirishima had found the dog slaughtered, but no villain nearby. They hadn't found a weapon so current theories was that it had been a quirk that had killed the dog. A robbery that had gone wrong the police suggested. Bullshitthought Bakugou.
He stared at Hisoka for a long moment when the toddler got up for breakfast. It was barely noticeable, but he favored his left arm. Not a mark on the brat though. He was almost impressed. The kid was soft this morning, lose, lazy, satisfied. The way Bakugou only got after a good fight or a great fuck. It wasn't normal behavior for Hisoka, not that anyone else noticed.
There was something very wrong with this child.
"Oi brat. You're with me tomorrow."
"Ah Kacchan! Your volunteering to babysit? I knew he would win you over!" Kaminari cheered, brighten by the change of conversation. He and Kirishima had been talking about the dead dog and how sad it was all damn morning.
"We're going hiking. Maybe the brat will learn something."
He will be learning several things whether he liked it or not. The most important being of course not to underestimate theGreat Explosion Murder God Dynamight!