Check Me Out

by CrypticBeans

Raising one child, fostering another and running a book store is no easy feat. Especially when Hizashi has to balance his two other jobs but he's doing it! Or so he believes. It's only when he finds himself meeting Shouta Aizawa that his world seems to flip over and spin on its head.

30. Among The Shelves

The quiet howling wind outside.

The soft thud of books stacked on the shelf before him.

The quiet whisper of pages turning and quiet giggles.

Hizashi squatted before the shelf with the open box of books next to him as he rolled his head side to side with his neck cracking lightly. Popping. He groaned at the thought of standing up, but he knew it would be better to crack his back sooner rather than later. Dipping his hands into the box, he tugged out another stack of books that he placed onto the shelves with the others. Making quick work of it, he listened to the quiet giggles of his sons in the back area of the store where they sat with their books.

He loved that his sons had taken up an adoration for reading. That they liked coming to the store and reading whatever book their hands touched while he went about his work day. They'd begged to come to the store with him where they'd spent time inside with Taishiro and another employee while he shoveled out the front sidewalk. Making sure it was easily accessible. Of course, Oboro had come out to help him with it, which he appreciated more than anything.

Now that he'd gotten the shoveling done the sun was setting lower in the sky with the threat of night time coming. At least he had a clear path to the car shoveled out. Nemuri had mentioned they were playing with new hours so if need be, they could pop over for tea or hot chocolates. He'd been thankful for the offer, and he had been more than happy to get to work on making sure everything was running smoothly. Something he did while the boys sitting in his small office while they read their books.

It didn't take long before his employee and Taishiro were checking out with shouts of goodbyes to the boys before leaving the store. That had been close to an hour ago. He'd been doing smaller things around the store; tweaking the decorations and lights, wiping down the tables in the windows, and the counter. He planned on mopping the floors tonight too before he headed out along with vacuuming the welcome mat and the fluffy chairs in the back that his sons sat in.

With New Years Eve slowly approaching, he knew he would be in over his head with the new year coming over him. There was always a rush of new customers in the new year that he adored more than anything. Any business was good business. He even had some online orders that he needed to get packed and shipped out tomorrow. Humming quietly to himself while he stacked the books onto the shelves, he listened to the soft thud of the books being placed down.

The hit off of the other books and the rustle of his sweater sleeves rustling over the edge of the cardboard box as he reached into it to grab another stack of books. It was calming. He had soft music playing over head from his personal playlist rather than the public radio he had playing at a soft volume for his customers. There was something relaxing about stacking the books onto the shelves while the boys flipped through their books. He loves that they were becoming little bookworms.

He'd been a pretty big bookworm in his youth, and he had read anything he could get his hands on. It's what made his years as a theatre kid all the more pleasant for him. He hummed softly to himself along with the music that he had playing over head as he continued to stack the books. His back was aching something fierce, no doubt an after effect from shoveling, and he found himself shifting in his squat slightly. The pull of his thighs from the bent position was something that was beginning to burn.

Sighing out to himself, he finished stacking the pile onto the bookshelf when he caught quiet giggles off to the right of him. Something in the book must've had them giggling. He straightened up with a low groan under his breath when he straightened up then threw his arms up over his head. Stretching his back with satisfying pops and cracks running down the length of his back. Swaying back on his heels, he rocked forward onto his toes as he popped up onto them with another low groan.

Stretching up, up, up with his back popping lightly in areas had him sighing out when he dropped back down onto his heels. Looking down into the box with the remaining piles waiting to be sorted onto the shelves. Taishiro and his other employee had been doing quick work today getting work done for him. It didn't leave him much to do other than to mop the floors and wash the surfaces off before heading out and locking up the store.

There were some books left to be put on the shelves, but it was surprisingly minimal. He'd have to thank the both of them for that tomorrow. At least he had the day to make sure he had his bills sorted out and ready for payment when he had the chance to do so. He was more than excited to get the bills paid off for January as soon as he possibly can. Bending over with a pop in his lower back, he groaned under his breath as he grabbed at a stack of books to hold in his arms as he began to line the top shelf with books.

Humming quietly to the soft music playing over the speaker with a sigh flying out of his nose when he turned his head. Glancing over at the back corner of his store where he caught the angle of Hitoshi and Izuku curled up in the arm chairs with books in hand. Hitoshi was lightly flicking the corner of his page with his thumb while Izuku tapped his bookmark lightly on the arm of his chair. Both staring down at their books with a look of such intense concentration that it had him blinking at the sight of his boys.

A smile curled over his lips. He was more than happy to introduce the world of being a bookworm to them. It had him absolutely enthralled to see them so interested in their books. Turning his attention back to the bookshelf before him, he stacked the books onto the shelf. The light thud of the bottoms of said books hitting the shelf was deafening as he happily stacked them. Lining them up neatly while he hummed softly to himself to keep from distracting his sons while they read.

He hoped he created reading enthusiasts in the both of them that would carry into their young adult stage. Their teenage years. It was something he hoped that they would carry with them going forward. Finishing off the stack of books in his arms, he bent over to the box to grab another small stack when he noted the limited books in the box waiting to be stacked up on the shelf. He straightened up again to begin stacking the books on the second shelf before him.

The light taps of the books off the wooden shelf were deafening when he found himself swaying idly with the music playing over the speakers. It was unbelievably calming. Unbelievably relaxing. The sun had long since begun to disappear as the world outside darkened, giving his store a magical feeling with its soft lighting. The white and colored Christmas lights that lined his room and the shelves for the Christmas décor. Soon enough he'd be decorating for Easter and whatever holiday came up next.

It had him drumming his fingers on the edge of the shelf before him before resuming to put books on the shelves again. It was a mind-numbing task that he found himself falling into without thinking twice. He happily stacked the books until he ran out of books to hold to which he turned to the box with his hair sliding over his shoulders in thick locks. He couldn't deny that he'd been busy as of late. In the days after Christmas, the store was running the way it had been when he'd been substituting at the school.

It was a decent amount of business for after Christmas sales and he was happy to be busy at the store again even if it was handling paper work in the back. He was happy to be involved with it in some way, shape or form. However, he'd dare say the most exciting thing so far was that he and Shouta had begun a by nightly late night call; something for the both of them to stay caught up with one another. To continue talking without the pressures of those "big talks" as they laughingly put it one night.

He was so happy that he and Shouta were talking regularly. It had him half tempted to invite the black-haired man to the New Years Eve party he's thinking of throwing with Nemuri, Oboro, Tensei and Emi. Of course, it was a theoretical party as his mothers had extended an invitation for him to go to theirs for New Years Eve. He had not a clue what he was going to do but he had his options. He didn't know how Shouta would take it, but he was tempted to bring it up.

To mention it to the black-haired man. It wouldn't hurt to invite him, would it? He had been fearful of bringing it up over the calls, but he knew he was going to say something sooner or later with the day looming ahead. He'd been wrapped up in his boys, as well. Something that kept him busier than his work ever could; his sons were acting like gluttons for his attention. He had not a clue why it was changing now but he was more than happy to give his sons all the attention that they wanted from him.

They seemed antsy about their vacation ending soon to which they'd return to school after the New Years. He spent his time trying to make fond memories with them by going out in the snow, playing with them, and giving them the attention they clearly needed from him. He was going into his second year of fostering Izuku as well and he would be damned if he didn't give the green-haired child memories he could look back on fondly. If he didn't do the same with Hitoshi.

They both deserved happy memories of their childhood. He was more than happy to lose quite a few days playing with his sons if that's what made them the happiest. He knew Izuku had been experiencing some frustration due to his broken arm, but he understood it. He'd done his best to tell his son to take things slowly and take his time when it came to playing in the snow or inside. He can only imagine his son was getting a bit batty with his arm in the cast.

He was more than ready to give him chances to forget. To focus on something other than his cast arm. He was doing his best to make sure that Izuku still had the fun he needed while keeping his arm secure. Hitoshi seemed to be showing more patience with his brother as well, much to his relief. Both boys played at their paces, and he was happy to join them when they asked it of him. It kept him quite busy, but he looked forward to his nightly call with Shouta.

Whether it was stacking the dishes into the dishwasher or working on getting laundry folded, it was unbearably nice to talk to Shouta. To have that deep voice spilling from his phone speaker. He liked to believe that without the stress of his substituting job he had more time to balance between the store, his sons and Shouta. He was happy to have his happy three wheeled life broken up so evenly. He liked that he felt he had some kind of control. Something that kept his life secure. Stable.

And it was a relief like nothing else to know that he had that stability once again now that he was back to his usual routine. His usual schedule. It was unbelievably nice, and God knows the check from his substituting job had been amazing and helped with Christmas this year. He didn't know if he had it in him to take on another teaching job the way that he had but it was definitely a learning curve that he didn't know he needed to experience.

But he was happy with the income he got from his store. It was more than enough to keep him, Izuku and Hitoshi very comfortable income wise. It was something he was grateful for. Maybe one day he'd pass the store on to his sons if they expressed interest in it. There were a number of things they could choose to be when they were older. If he ended up selling this little business of his one day, then so be it. But he was happiest when he was keeping his hands busy here at the store.

There was nothing he loved more than the comforting smell of the books around him. The incense he had smoking at the moment on the front desk giving that smoke, comfortable sensation to the store around him. That's all he'd ever wanted growing up; to create a safe space. To make sure that if he did open a store that it would be a safe space for anyone and everyone to come here. And he liked to believe that he had done just that. His store was something that was constantly evolving.

Something he was trying to make better with each passing day. Each passing month and year. He wanted nothing more than to build on what he already had. He may never be as popular as Barnes and Noble or any other bookshop, but he was decent. He was well recognized and had orders online that he had a new route to explore. He was happy to have spread his store out, to take on employees, and still have time to be in store to work.

He knew the boys adored being in the store as they used to run up and down the isles together with small giggles being heard as they plucked books from the children's section to read together. There was a warmth to his store that he was proud of. He had worked so hard to make it accommodating and tried to make it comforting for anyone that happened to step inside. Adding seating options had definitely helped with that desire. Had made his store all the more welcoming to others.

He liked it when his customers went next door for a coffee or food then came back to sit in the window seats or back seating area to read their books for a bit. There was nothing he loved more than to think that the comfort of the store helped in making people come back. It was something he'd been trying to figure out in the past but now that it was in effect? Well, he was more than happy. He was happy that his business was expanding perfectly.

There was nothing he adored more than the thought of possibly handing his business down to his boys one day. Whether both wanted to run it or just one, he would be honored nonetheless if his bookstore stayed within the family. He'd put so much work and time into it lately that he was happy it was flourishing the way that it was. He couldn't hide the pride in his voice when he was talking to Shouta about it. When he was all but bragging over how well it was going.

He was more than happy to brag about his business and how well it was doing even if he knew from his mothers that bragging wasn't the wisest thing to do. But he was more than happy to talk about his successes, and he'd dare say that right now he was riding a high wave of success that he was more than delighted over. There was nothing he wanted to do but scream from the rooftops over how well his life was going again.

How it felt like it was finally getting back on track and how his responsibilities were finally falling back into place. Just like they had been in September when he first met his group of mom friends in August. When they gave him all the support a single father could use and now, he had a group of friends that he adored. To finally feel like he wasn't missing it all with his sons was more than amazing. To know that he was more involved now that he didn't have papers to grade?

Now that he had the time on his plate evenly divided once again? It was nice. Unbelievably nice. Finishing off the stacks of his books, he reached down for the final few in the box which he lifted out of the box to line up on the shelves. Once he was done with this, he'd get to work on mopping the floors and vacuuming the welcome mat before he rounded the kids up to go next door for dinner with Nemuri and Oboro. The couple had offered to order out and the five of them meet in their shop to eat together.

He was more than happy to join the couple with the boys who had chattered at him endlessly about it since Nemuri offered it around lunch time. He stacked the books on the shelves with a quiet hum to himself when he caught the sound of boots thudding onto the floor. He glanced over to find Hitoshi padding past his isle to the children's section no doubt to find another book. He was happy they were reading more often. Izuku especially.

He can only imagine how frustrating it was to have a casted arm and being unable to play like he usually did. At least in four to five months' time it would be taken off and he'd be free to do as he pleased. He adored the way they looked so intensely at their books while reading. It had him half suspecting they'd need reading glasses before long, but he wasn't quite sure. It was something to keep an eye on at the very least. He hummed softly along with the music playing overhead.

Placing the final books on the shelf when he noted out of the corner of his eye his son padding by. His boots thudding off the floor as he ran for the chair which had him smiling softly to himself as he pushed the books neatly into place before picking up the now empty box. He made his way down the aisle with his own boots thudding off of the floor quietly over the soft music he had playing when he noted the darkening sky outside.

He needed to get the boys ready soon to get dinner over at the café beside them. They'd been making good eating the left over from Christmas and he still needed to get Shouta's his before it could go off. He just needed the black-haired man to mention his address and he can swing by with fresh vanilla milk in the thermos he'd left behind. He made his way behind the counter as he began to pick at the tape along the bottom of the box to peel it off in a long strip.

The sound of tape separating from the cardboard was deafening as he peeled it off. Entering the break room, he folded up the box and shoved it into the recycling bin before making his way to the small utilities closet where the mop and it's bucket would be. Grabbing the cool metal, he tugged open the small door then reached inside for mop and it's bucket. The wheels rolling over the floor were deafening as he tugged it out then grabbed the floor cleaner then shut the door gently.

He rolled the mop over to the sink where he turned the water on; fussing with the handles to get as close to warm as he can. Bending down to tug the bucket out of place and lifting it up into the sink where it began to fill. Twisting the cap of the cleaning solution, he drizzled it into the bucket as it filled with suds forming weakly over the water as he capped the liquid. Placing it on the counter when he hummed as he then turned the water off once it was filled properly and returned it to the small cart.

The water inside sloshed gently at the sides of the bucket as it was placed down, and he made his way to the table. Picking up then flipping the chairs into place on the table, he then made his way back to the mop which he picked up then dunked into the liquid. Pumping it into the water causing it to suds up properly with a foam as quiet sound of sloshing water rang out. He hummed softly then tugged it out of the bucket onto the floor with a wet slap.

He began to mop the floor with the suds shining on the floor as he spread it with the quiet chatter of his sons in the front area just barely making its way to him. Talking about dinner? Or about the books they held in their hands? He'd have to ask when he made his way out there. Walking carefully over the wet floor as he mopped, he hummed softly with the music that made its way to him. The wet drag of the mop over the floor was deafening in the small space.

Turning to walk back to the bucket where he dunked the mop into then tugged out with a wet slap as he began to work on the other half of the room. The thud of his boots over the wet floor ringing out as he mopped beneath the table and surrounding area. He was grateful the breakroom wasn't too big, or else mopping would be hell on him. Making his way around the room with the wet streaks shining up at him slickly, he made sure to target the corners of the room quickly with his sons chatter.

Just barely making it's way to him. It had been a calming day, thank God, and he was more than happy that it was wrapping up. His stomach growled angrily at him with the insistence he hurry along with his task as he began to mop by the doorway quickly. The wet shine to the floor warning him to tread carefully until he went over it again. Mopping around the doorway and along the cabinets, he placed the mop into the bucket with a few pumps of the sudsy water before placing it in the spinner to spin out the liquid.

The mop was damp, but he didn't care so long as it picked up the water on the floor. He did quick work over the floor, the best he could, with his arms moving quickly to stretch the mop into corners and crannies without him needing to approach. The lemony scent of the cleaning solution filled the room as he took deep breaths to drag the scent down into his lungs delightedly. He couldn't wait until tomorrow morning when the smell would linger with the scent of books.

Making his way around the room, he made sure to get the nooks and crannies he'd reached for previously. It had him humming softly as he dragged the mop over the floor leaving a damp surface behind. Something that would dry quickly overnight. He targeted the corners, behind the door, and beneath the table once more. He finished up in front of the doorway before grabbing the handle of the mop bucket and began to roll it out behind the counter with the water sloshing quietly.

Trying to keep his movements even to keep the water from sloshing over the edges of the bucket. He pushed the mop water towards the swinging door when he dunked the mop into the sloshing water. Pumping in once, twice, he then slapped the mop onto the floor where he began mopping behind the counter when he glanced up. The boys were huddled close as they could be with the distance between the chairs keeping them from touching as they continued to read.

Smiles curled over their lips as if delighted by whatever it was that they were reading as he mopped behind the counter. The wet swish of the mop over the floor was comforting when he then placed it in the wringer. He spun out his mop once his heels touched the wheels of the cart. He slapped the damp mop down to begin mopping over the soaking wet floor he left behind quickly while he took glances over at the boys. The darkening sky outside was a rapid thing.

Growing darker with each passing second that flickered by much to his surprise. Winter was indeed a wild time with darkness coming for them faster and sooner. It was no doubt bone biting cold out there to boot. He was glad he had the heaters running right now to keep them warm. Making quick work behind the counter, he pushed open the small swaying door to tug the cart out onto the floor of the store. Aisle by aisle.

That's what would make this go by the fastest and make his work finish up quickly. Then he'd dump out the bucket in the sink, wipe down counters and work on getting the vacuum out to target the welcome mat. Everything would be spick and span in the morning come opening time. Rolling his shoulders, he dunked the mop into the soapy bucket then slapped it onto the floor as he began to walk down the aisle made up of that first shelf and his counter.

Humming softly as he mopped his way down, he glanced up to find curious green and purple eyes on him. Watching him. He smiled softly at them as he made his way down the aisle when he paused then to lean the mop on the shelf. Then he used his hair tie to tug his hair back; he was getting warm from the constant movement, and it had him eager to get his hair out of the way. Tugging it into a high bun, he then continued his way down the aisle with the mop.

It was a cozy night. A night that had warmth burning in his cheeks as he mopped the floor thoroughly as he could with the boards glistening slickly beneath him. Turning carefully on the wet floor, he made his way back to the cart where he spun out the mop and began to go over the wet floor with the mop. Humming softly, he placed the mop down and began to go over the wet flooring quickly. He was happy to have his life back under some control.

He'd not been aware how stressed he'd been when balancing everything with his substituting job. He couldn't deny that he had liked seeing Shouta every day and he had liked the friends he'd made there. Thirteen, Snipe and Yagi had been absolutely lovely to him the entire time he'd been working there. They'd grown friendly enough for numbers to be exchanged and just like that, he gained three new people in his life that he could talk to.

Even if he never substituted again, he was happy to have had the experience. With his life back on its usual pacing and rhythm, it was so easy to find joy in what he did. He'd missed this. He missed cleaning up his store at the end of the day. Missed standing behind the counter as women spoke playfully with him as they discussed the books chosen by them that he had so happened to have read. The light flirting that really made his day. It was fun.

He missed eating lunch with Taishiro when he was working his shift. There was so much here at the shop that he had missed doing that he found himself giddy at the chance to do so. He still needed to count the till, and he had to get that done before he headed out of here for the night with the boys. He got to the end of the aisle with a hum before spinning on his feet to rush back for the cart which he pushed towards the second aisle. He'd be able to get this done quickly.

Thankfully he only had four aisles to worry about when it came to mopping. He took a trembling breath then let it out as he dipped the mop into the soapy water then slapped it onto the floor and began making his way down the aisle. He hoped he would get home tonight in time for his usual call with Shouta. It was nice being able to talk to the black-haired man. Lately they'd been taking to playing twenty questions again while he did the laundry or while he laid in bed.

It was nice having someone to talk too and God knows he could talk to the black-haired man all night long. There was nothing stopping either of them from talking all night. He knew it was only exhaustion that forced them to hang up. Sometimes Shouta called in the afternoon if he wasn't busy but given how his afternoons were spent either at the store or with the boys? Well, then texting would fill the gap where a call would fill his time. It was something that worked out effortlessly.

He'd been exhausted but in the aftermath of Christmas he felt hopeful. The way that Shouta talked to him, like he cared, was something he absolutely adored. It was painfully clear to him, whether said aloud or not, that Shouta cared. After all, why would he call? Why would he bother getting to know him better with their game of twenty questions? Why would he bother calling him every night since their FaceTime call?

It had him smiling softly to himself as he made his way down the aisle quickly then turning to walk back to the bucket. Deciding to target the third aisle quickly with the mop slapping down wetly. Shouta had been a good friend lately. He was so happy to be able to talk to him over the phone the way that he had been. It didn't kill the longing to see him in person again. Didn't kill the longing to gaze at the face that he had long since come to adore in every lighting.

To watch the shadows, play over Shouta's face. To watch his curls sway and bounce gently. To watch spots of pink bloom on his stubble covered cheeks before deepening into a soft red blush. To watch his full lips part and move silently before he spoke; as if he were already speaking but unaware of it. As if he needed the moment for his body and vocal cords to catch up with him. To watch as he ducked his red face away in that shy, bashful movement of his that he absolutely adored.

There was nothing he loved more than watching Shouta become flustered. It put a flutter to his stomach at the thought that come the new year he'd be confessing. Six months of friendship and four official months of crushing on the man. What would Shouta say? Would there be anything to say? How would the black-haired man react to his confession? He bit his lip as he made his way down the third aisle to place the mop into the wringer.

Spinning it out quickly, he moped down the aisle again before targeting the second aisle quickly. He dragged the cart to the fourth isle as he dunked his mop into the bucket. What would Shouta do if he knew he liked him? That he'd had a crush on him for this long? He couldn't help but wonder if the attraction had been there from the beginning. Of course, he found Shouta conventionally attractive. He was a handsome man. Sexy even.

And he'd have to be blind to not notice that his best friend was a very handsome man the way that he was. Had he been attracted to Shouta from the beginning? If he didn't then why did he give his number out the second time they met? He knew it had been out of pure intentions and to be a good person helping another single father. He knew that Shouta met up with the younger group of children in the mom group but what had caused him to give out his number the way he had?

Normally he didn't give out his number so effortlessly. He hadn't done that to the two hookups he had off of a dating app back when Hitoshi had been four. So why had he handed his number out to a virtual stranger? It had him humming lowly to himself in a dangerous note as he began to mop down the fourth isle with a wet sloshing sound as he made his way down the aisle. He made his way down the aisle then used the residual water to target the back area.

Looking over Hitoshi and Izuku were slumped into the chairs with books in hand. He made quick work of the floor there when he then turned on his feet. Making his way down the wet aisle, he then placed the mop into the spinner and spun it out. Making his way back down the isle to mop up the excess water, he cleaned up the back area with Hitoshi and Izuku watching him curiously. He mopped up the excess water then spun on his feet when he poked playfully at Hitoshi's booted foot causing the child to giggle.

He happily tapped Izuku's boot with his own earning himself a giggle from the green-haired child much like his brothers when he then made his way down the aisle again. He then walked over to the window seats where he flipped up the chairs onto the table. Two chairs on each side quickly placed on the tables, he then dunked his mop into the bucket once more then began to mop the front area. Targeting the floor beneath the tables and around the carpet carefully as he mopped the front area.

He didn't know how his confession to Shouta was going to go but he knew that he needed to say something. He needed to admit to the black-haired man how he felt. The last thing he wants is a second source telling the black-haired man how he felt about him. It would be better if it came from him directly. He couldn't keep playing these games with himself. Going on four months of crushing was long enough to know how he felt, wasn't it?

He sighed out to himself as he placed the mop into the spinner to spin out the water. Placing the mop back down, he made quick work to mop up he water the best he could. The floors shined damply under the lighting above them as he mopped up the front area and beneath the tables. The corners that he'd targeted seconds ago. He then placed the mop into the spinner and began to push the cart towards the small door. Pushing it open to get behind the counter, he dragged the cart with him into the breakroom.

He cringed at how filthy the water looked now and lifted the bucket up precariously. Dumping it into the sink, he winced at the dark water and turned the water on to rinse the bucket out. Swirling the water around before dumping it out. Twice he repeated this before placing the empty bucket in the cart. Wheeling it to that small door, he tugged it open and slipped the mop inside then grabbed the lemon pledge he had in there with its rag.

Now it was time to wipe down the counters, the top of the shelves, and he'd be getting him and the kids out of here after vacuuming the carpet. He'd already been sure to clean the tables after the last customer had left and he'd been flipping the sign in the window. Could he just sweep the rug off? Did he need to vacuum it tonight? It had him letting out another low, monotonous hum to himself before he sprayed down the counter on either side of the sink.

Using his rag, he wiped it down with the counter gleaming up at him as he made his way across it. Making his way across the breakroom to the doorway again, he spritzed the front counter and began to rub his rag over it causing it to glisten in the soft lighting of his store. It was a warm, golden light that he found himself absolutely adoring as he rubbed the rag over the counter and around the cash register. Making sure every nook over by it was clean and the rest of the counter as well.

It shimmered up at him as he then made his way from around the counter with the can in hand. He made his way around the counter to the shelves again where he began to spray down the first shelfs top with a soft hum as he ran his rag over it as well. The wood of the shelf glimmering sleekly under the light as he ran his rag over the cleaning solution. He made his way down the first shelf then down the aisle where he targeted the second. It was mind-numbing work that he didn't know that he needed.

It had him eager to swipe his rag over the top of the shelves as he made his way down the aisle. Turning the corner to begin spritzing down the third shelf with that lemon scent wafting up to him from the floor and shelf top. It was unbelievably nice. He really ought to do more nights like this with the boys or even on his own. It was a calming routine to be getting his store ready for the next day. Swiping his rag over the top of the shelf he found himself bouncing slightly on his toes.

Walking over the damp floor with his boots thudding quietly off of the floor when he glanced over towards the back of the store. Watching the boys continue their reading but he could see eyelids becoming slightly heavy. As if they were growing tired. He would have to get them up and ready to go soon as he can. The last thing he needed was a repeat of the other day when they'd been napping before dinner. Rolling his shoulders, he tilted his head side to side to crack his neck as he let out a slow breath.

He made his way to the end of the third shelf then turned to enter the next aisle where he began to spray down the top of the fourth shelf. His fingers felt damp from the rag he held in his hand but he knew he was almost done. Almost done with his tasks and all he'd have to do was get the small vacuum out and get the rug done. Then he, Hitoshi and Izuku would be heading next door after he turned the lights off and locked up. They'd be eating dinner in literal minutes.

He hummed to the music playing over head as he began to spritz down the top of the shelf and rubbing the rag over it. It was unbelievably nice to have himself be busy. He'd been happy to wave off Taishiro and his other employee from the store a half an hour ago. While he often left clean up after hours to Taishiro, he decided to take it on himself. He wanted nothing more than to feel useful to his own book store.

He swiped the rag over the surface of the shelf top when he found himself standing before the boys who perked up. He then sprayed the rag and wiped the small table beneath it causing it to shine sleekly at them. He then leaned over to kiss at green curls delightedly earning himself a happy giggle from Izuku and he then pulled away to turn towards Hitoshi where he kissed his forehead. Loving the laugh it got him from his son as he straightened up with shimmering eyes looking up at him.

Like he was hanging the moon and stars before them. It was a look that warmed his chest when he tucked his bottle beneath his arm and ruffled wild indigo locks then green curls. Loving the bright smiles it got him as they perked up before he walked away with his boots thudding off of the floor. Making his way back to the front of the store where his counter glistened sleekly under the soft lighting. Clean. He made his way past he little swinging door behind the counter where he made his way to the break room quickly.

Making his way across it with long, brisk strides to the small door that he tugged open and placed the lemon pledge on its little shelf. He then reached in for the thin vacuum. He tugged it out around the mop with a hard clatter as it hit off of it to which he grunted when he got it out. The thud of the plastic bottom hitting the floor was deafening when he shut the door slightly. Sighing out to himself, he had to be thankful that at least the vacuum was charged.

He dragged it across the floor with the wheels spinning deafeningly over the floor. Making his way across the breakroom, he happily walked behind the counter. At least dinner would be a nice affair where the boys could cuddle up to Nemuri and Oboro if they pleased. He'd never seen two children adore their godparents more than Hitoshi and Izuku had grown too. Making his way behind the counter with the vacuum dragged with him as he pushed open the small door to enter the store area.

Walking over to the front door, he plopped he vacuum down on the welcome mat then flicked the device on. It roared to life as it began to suck at the carpet as he moved it back and forth. The light crunch of sidewalk salt and sand that had been rubbed into the carpet was a satisfying little sound. Something he found himself enjoying as he vacuumed the welcome mat. Running the vacuum over it again and again until it looked just as clean as the flooring around it.

He knew that he needed to lift it up to mop beneath it but he'd worry about it tomorrow. Tomorrow when he'd be closing up the shop and counting the till again. He was more than happy to be the one to take on this work rather than have his workers take care of it. If anything, it felt like he was contributing to his store no matter how small it felt. He was more than happy to clean up after everyone. To make sure that all lunches were grabbed out of the fridge and the counters cleaned.

To make sure the floors were mopped and everything was perfect for them. Made the next day run smoothly without anyone needing to worry about cleaning up the morning of opening. He hummed softly under his breath while he dragged the vacuum over the carpet again and again until he was satisfied that it was clean as he could get it. Turning the vacuum off, he turned on his feet to carry it back to that small door. Pushing it open, he made his way behind the counter with a cheerful hum to himself.

His stomach twisted with a low growl that had him sighing out as he made his way into the break room. He knew that in mere minutes he'd be sitting down to eat dinner with Oboro and Nemuri. It put a slight pep to his step as he flew across the breakroom to the half open broom closet. Sliding the vacuum inside, he snapped the door shut with a light thud before humming when he let out a quiet sigh. Leaning his hands against the door when he leaned forward to rest his head against it.

It was almost time to head home. Just dinner with Nemuri and Oboro. Then he could text Shouta tonight to his hearts delight and giggle to himself like some kind of love struck teenager in the darkness of his room. He was absolutely delighted to do so the minute he got home. Maybe a hot bath would be the trick tonight to help him wind down. A glass of wine maybe? Oh, when was the last time he had wine and sat in the bath for a soak?

The last time had to have been when he broke his toy out. When he fucked himself on the damn thing silly. He really ought to take more baths; they always left him smelling so sweet in the morning. Scents that clung to his skin and hair beautifully. It had him humming softly to himself when he drummed his fingers on the door of the supply closet. He felt tired. Very tired. If he hadn't previously promised it, he would be heading home by now.

It had him sighing through his nose as he fought the temptation to merely take their dinner to go and have the couple meet him at his home. He could withstand being within the public eye a bit longer, couldn't he? And God knows putting something in his sons stomachs would only help them go down easier when they finally did go home. Was it just the longing for a bath and a glass of wine that was calling to him? Possibly.

He didn't know what he wanted tonight other than a hot soak to battle the biting cold of late December. Three more months of this weather. Sighing out quietly to himself at the thought as his humming stopped. God, he didn't want to deal with three more months of winter but he knew that he had no control over the weather. If it snowed then it snowed. All he could do was shovel, salt, and pray that he was vigilant enough to keep anyone from slipping on the front walkway.

To keep an eye on the snow chains he'd gotten put on his tires when it first began snowing. He drummed his fingers lightly against the door when he pushed off of it with another sigh slipping out of him. He just had to make it through dinner. Make it through that then he could soak in his bath and sip at his wine all he wanted tonight after the boys were tucked away into bed. Tomorrow he had promised to take on Denki, Shouto, Ochako and a few new faces to the group; Tokoyami and Asui.

Both new children his sons ages that were wildly contrasting personalities. Tokoyami was a quiet, shy boy with wide dark eyes and dark hair. Asui was a rather sweet but a bit curious girl with big dark eyes of her own with green locks. God knows he'd heard Izuku babble on and on after meeting Asui. The boy had been happy to meet someone else with green hair that wasn't related to him. It was cute. Adorable even. And he was more than happy that his sons were branching out.

Izuku was there to hold Hitoshi's hand while they went on their playdates. Always patient. Always kind. Involving his brother in games according to the mothers that dropped them off. It was nice and reassuring that Hitoshi was socializing even if it was with the help of his adoptive brother. He was happy. More than happy. God knows this network of parental friends was really coming along. Was really making itself known just how good it was to have his sons socializing with children their age.

Going out on trips with their friends. He'd have to make sure he had enough to make lunch for seven children. That he had snacks and treats for them to get them all through the day and to make sure that they were well fed before returning home to their parents. It was always exhausting watching seven children but he could do it. Tonight he'd recharge, soak in his bath, and he'd be ready to face tomorrow. He still didn't know if he wanted to make the drive to his mothers home for New Years Eve.

He always felt so awkward being the single man out in his family. To stand there awkwardly while nursing a drink while his mothers kissed. While his brother, sisters and their spouses shared a kiss at midnight. It always left him feeling lonelier than he knew what to do about. And God knows this year he didn't want reminders of kisses. But with New Years Eve only a few days away now he knew he'd have to let them know if he was going or not. But one step at a time.

One task at a time. For now, he'd focus on getting through dinner and getting home so he could get the boys put into bed. On getting in the bath where he could enjoy a glass of wine before he went to bed himself. And then tomorrow he'd worry about the task that came with watching not two but seven children all together. He heard the bells chiming over the door of his shop to which he blinked before shutting the little door halfway as he turned on his feet.

His boots thudding over the floor with his brisk strides that had his bun bouncing gently when he made his way to the doorway of the breakroom. Whoever it was clearly hadn't noticed the flipped sign on the door which, honestly, was no problem. Mistakes have been made in the past where someone had come wondering in to find themselves in a clearly shut down store for the night. Making his way to the front counter with a sigh, he found his mouth opening up to speak when he jolted to a stop.

His mouth dropping open in surprise at the man standing on his welcome mat. Shouta? It had him blinking at the sight of the man in dark pants, a dark puffy jacket with gloves on his hands. A hat tugged down over his ears causing his curls to flare out messily with the hat tugged over his forehead hiding his eyebrows. There was a red blush to his stubble covered cheeks from the cold no doubt. And in his arms, in a delicate pink puffy jacket and purple hat and gloves of her own, a soft yellow scarf, was Eri.

It was giving him Deja vu. Like that very first time when Shouta had been in his store buying a book on baby teething. He wanted to question if Eri was still teething. If she had all her teeth now. Teeth did tend to pop in crazy fast from what he'd read but he found himself struck wordless with those dark eyes locked onto him. He was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. There was snow clinging to his boots and hat, to the curls resting around his shoulders.

It had his stomach fluttering wildly when those full lips parted slightly before twitching up into a soft smile. It was the first time he'd seen him in person since their talk that afternoon. It was wreaking havoc on him as his gaze moved restlessly over Shouta. Over his face. It left him feeling greedy as he took in the sight of him under the soft golden lighting of his store that made those dark curls appear even darker. Like ebony.

Those dark eyes made from that same ebony with dark lashes fluttering in a blink when Shouta shuffled forward with his toes stopping just shy of the carpet when he looked down. Staring at the damp flooring no doubt and stepped back. No doubt to avoid dripping onto the floor that was very clearly recently mopped. It had his heart racing in his chest to see Shouta standing before him. The last time he'd seen him in person he'd come out to him. The very last time he'd seen his face had been on his phone screen.

"Hi, Zashi." Two little words. Two words that had his heart jumping in his chest wildly with skips that left him feeling breathless. Left him feeling sick as his stomach fluttered viciously with his hands twisting to hold onto the bar of the vacuum when he stumbled forward a step. It felt like it had been so long since he'd seen him in person. Since he'd seen Eri. God, she'd gotten big. So much bigger than she looked on camera and it tugged at his heart.

"Hey, Sho! What're you doing here?" He questioned when Eri's red eyes locked onto him with her little hands leaving their hold on Shouta to reach out to him with a whimper. Her eyes sparkling as he stepped forward when he pushed past the small door cutting the back of the counter from the rest of the store. Putting the vacuum down he held his arms out to Eri as he approached which earned him her comforting weight being tipped in his arms. "Hey, bug!"

"Unca Dada! I miss you!" She chirruped at him with her gloved hands coming up to tap at his cheeks. Cupping his face with her red eyes sparkling at him delightedly with her pink lips turning up into a bright smile showing off the teeth that had come in. God, they were all almost in and he couldn't believe it. It was hard to believe that soon enough in a few years' time she'd be losing all of her baby teeth just as quickly.

"I missed you too, bug." He settled the baby on his hip with his fingers touching her rosy cheek. It was slightly chilled from the brief outside air, no doubt. He rubbed her cheek earning himself a giggle from the baby in his arms. God, she'd gotten so big since the last time he'd seen her. How much more did he miss? Squeezing the bundled up curl to his chest, small hands slid down to twist into his shirt when he met Shouta's gaze. "So, what are you doing out? I figured you'd be in for the night after your day at work."

That soft smile was so warm. It was almost adoring when Shouta rocked back on his heels with those dark eyes meeting his evenly before dropping his gaze. As if he were shy to give the real reason as to why he was out and about around dinner time. He fought the urge to reach up and touch his own rosy cheek the way he had with Eri. It had him tightening his hands together beneath Eri when Shouta licked his lips. "I just- I thought I'd stop by you know? It's been a while since I've been here."

"You could've come while I was open, you know! I'm about to head out for the night." He paused then with Eri squirming on his hip when he then grinned at the black-haired man when he began to lightly bounce the squirming baby on his hip. "Actually, me, Toshi and Izu were going to be heading next door for dinner tonight. If you haven't eaten, would you like to join us? I'd love to have dinner with you and Eri."

"I'd love to join you. But if this was a preplanned event, I might have to take off to get some food and come back, you know." He watched Shouta's gloved hands weave together with that soft, sheepish smile on the black-haired man's lips when he rocked on his heels then to his toes when he watched hands tighten together. Dark eyes catching his with a look of shyness to them that had his heart skipping in his chest. "You're really sure that you want me to join the three of you?"

"Well, it'll technically be the seven of us since Nem and Oboro are the ones who asked to do this but I'm sure they won't mind if you joined us." There was a flicker to those dark eyes and God help him, that smile was so sweet. It was the warmest, sweetest smile he'd ever seen on Shouta's face. It had his stomach dropping out with flutters that left him nauseous when he shifted Eri slightly with her small hand catching his fingers to play with. "Actually, I think it'd be nice for-"

"Mister Aizawa!" There was a gasped shout that had him turning to find Hitoshi and Izuku standing in the third aisle entry with green and purple eyes widening at the sight of the black-haired man. A delighted smile curled over Izuku's lips while Hitoshi merely stared in awe at the black-haired man. He adjusted Eri on his hip slightly with the baby tugging at the chain he wore around his neck. "Mister Aizawa, your face is all red!"

"Cause he's cold! It's cold outside, To!" It had him smiling when Izuku then stumbled forward with his good hand reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt by his hip where he clung onto him. Hitoshi rushed after his brother where he clung to the hem of his brother's shirt. He ran his free hand over green curls then wild indigo locks when Izuku's head tilted slightly. "Are you really cold, Mister Aizawa?"

"Yes, it's pretty cold outside. I'm sure your father will be bundling you up before heading out for dinner, won't he? It's important to stay warm." Heads bobbed in nods while Izuku's hand tugged at the hem of his shirt with fingers twisting and untwisting into the hem of it. Shouta then squatted down to be at level with both boys who blinked at him. "Would either of you mind terribly if I decided to join the five of you for dinner tonight? I know Eri will get a kick out of seeing you two."

"Really?" He loved how Hitoshi seemed to perk up with fingers tugging at his brother's shirt when that hopeful smile curled over his lips. It was a sight that had his heart jumping in his chest; it was always sweet when Hitoshi warmed up to 'one of Dad's friends' the way that he did. While he'd never been remarkably close to Tensei, it didn't mean that he didn't shun his existence. Hitoshi then looked up at him with those wide purple eyes of his. "Is Mister Aizawa really gonna have dinner with us, Dad?"

"Of course, he really is! He just asked, didn't he? And you both said yes, right? If you're okay with it, then Mister Aizawa is going to eat dinner with us!" He ran his hand over wild indigo locks with those wide purple eyes looking up at him curiously before beaming with delight. As if it had just connected. It was sweet. Adorable. Even Izuku beamed up at him, flashing off the most recent bottom tooth that had fallen out. "Now, I'm all done cleaning so let's head over to Auntie Nem's and Uncle Oboro's, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Izuku let go of the hem of his shirt to throw his good arm up. Eri squirmed on his hip slightly with her little booted feet swinging slightly when Izuku grinned up at him with a glimmer to those green eyes of his. He looked like a mischievous little angel to him with those adorably freckled cheeks and wild green curls of hair. He looked so sweet and so adorable, much like his brother when Izuku rocked on his feet. "Can you help me get my coat on, Dad?"

"Of course I can! Why don't you and Toshi go into the back office and grab your coats, hats and gloves for me, and I'll help you get them on, yeah?" He rubbed his hand over green curls when Izuku then rushed forward with his hand tugging at the indigo haired six-year-old's. Both flew forward with boots thudding over the floor when they threw open the small door cutting off the area behind the counter and the store. He smiled when he adjusted Eri on his hip when small gloved hands touched his face.

"Unca Dada pwetty!" He loved the way her R came out more like a W. It was by far the cutest thing a toddler could do; it had him tightening his arms around the baby balanced on his hip. She patted his cheeks before sliding her small hands along them in a caress that had him squeezing her gently to his side. He adored the sight of that smile curling over pink lips when small fingers drummed on his cheeks. "Pwetty, pwetty, pwetty! Papa says so!"

He loved how Shouta's face burned that brilliant red; it was hard to tell if it was the flush of coldness or that of embarrassment. He watched dark eyes widened at the baby in his arms when he grinned viciously at the black-haired man when he bounced the baby on his hip slightly. His fingers raising up to which he pressed the back of them to that pink cheek. "Oh? Papa says that I'm pretty, huh? What else does he say, Eri, hmm? I bet he says lots of things!"

"You are not going to extort my daughter into hearing flattering comments about yourself, Zashi!" There was a bite to Shouta's voice, but he knew it was merely the black-haired man growing defensive. Embarrassed. He could tell by the way he buried half his face into his scarf. How his shoulders scrunched up towards his ears with a huff leaving the black-haired man when he looked away from him. Mumbling into his scarf when he leaned forward slightly.

"I'm sorry, what did you say there?" He stepped forward playfully when Shouta stepped back with his face burying itself into his scarf. There was something fun in teasing this man even if it was a little bit. Even if it got him just the slightest bit twisted up and he wanted nothing more than to relish the way his face turned red. How he hid it away from him when he tightened his arms around Eri when she giggled. "C'mon, Shouta, just tell me!

It was utterly adorable how the black-haired man merely buried his face into his scarf with hands stuffing themselves into his pockets. His cheeks were so red. It was a charming color that he found himself adoring when he stepped closer to the carpet which had Shouta stepping back with another mumble into his scarf before he peeked up under his lashes. God, this man was going to be the death of him. He watched Shouta's mouth appear and- "Do you really need me to confirm what's already true?"

Oh. Oh, it had his cheeks flaring with a rush of heat when Eri giggled delightedly with her little hand patting his cheek. He bounced the baby in his arms when he found himself fighting the urge to duck his own red face away while Shouta stared at him rather obstinately. As if daring him to fight him on it. He didn't get all that shy but being before him? Having Shouta so close to him in person? It was wreaking havoc on him. On his heart. His stomach. "You think I'm pretty then?"

"I think I've said before that you're more than pretty, Hizashi. I think that you're a beautiful man, I've said it before, and I'll say it now. I think you're more than beautiful if I'm going to be bullied into saying more than that." Shouta paused then licked his lips when he shifted his weight foot to foot. "I think you're stunning, Hizashi. The most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life, and I think you know that's true, don't you? You should know your own beauty, shouldn't you? I think that you just like flattery."

Oh.

Oh.

His heart took off with a skip that had him breathless when he felt that heat throb lightly in his cheeks from the black-haired man's words. His stomach dropped sickeningly as he clutched Eri to his side while the girl touched his cheeks with a look of awe to her. Her little hands rubbing at his cheeks with red eyes wider than anything as they glimmered up at him before turning to her father. "Papa! Papa, Unca Dada is all red! You too!"

"Dad! We got our coats, but Zu needs help with his!" He jumped when Hitoshi's voice rang out to which he turned to watch his sons walking behind the counter with coats in hand when he fought the urge to duck his face away. They'd hardly had a conversation, yet Shouta already had him red face. Had him blushing like nothing else from a few sweet words. Hitoshi pushed open that little door with Izuku tight behind him when his head tilted. "Dad, did you go outside too? You're all red!"

"It's nothing!" He wished he could say he kept the yelp out of his voice, but he'd be a liar. A damned liar. He handed a protesting Eri back to her father who took her then balanced the baby on his hip. He turned to his sons with a deep breath before rubbing his hands to his hot cheeks before squatting down before the indigo haired child before him. "Alright! Let's get your coats on and then let's get over to Auntie Nem and Uncle Oboro's, yeah? You have your hats and gloves?"

"Mhmmm! We're all ready, Dad! We just need to get our coats on!" Izuku chirruped while he helped Hitoshi into his coat with the boy fussing with his zipper that he gently brought together. Lining it up for him then tugging it up slightly only to let Hitoshi finish tugging up himself as he stepped out of the way. He took Izuku's coat from his hands with arms holding themselves out as he smiled softly. "Do you think Auntie Nem and Uncle Oboro will be happy to see Mister Aizawa?"

"I hope so! I don't think the four of us have ever been in the same room together since that little dinner party I threw, remember?" He glanced up to Shouta who had his shoulders scrunching up slightly. Half of his face buried into his scarf when he nodded while dark eyes remained angled away. As if he were embarrassed. They'd hardly had a second longer alone together but what more could he have said? What more would they have done if it were the two of them?

Tearing his gaze away from Shouta, he helped Izuku's cast arm into his sleeve with the end dangling over his hand. He then helped ease his other arm into his sleeve, bringing the zipper together and tugging it up slightly the way he had with Hitoshi. Holding the ends of his coat, the green-haired boy tugged his zipper up quickly with a sparkle of pride to his eyes when they met his. "I can't wait to see Auntie Nem! And Uncle Oboro!"

"I'm sure they're going to be happy to see the both of you!" He lifted a hand up to affectionately rub his thumb against that freckled cheek adoringly. Using the same action on Hitoshi who whined and tried to duck his head away. Chuckling softly, he straightened up and let out a short breath when he rubbed his hands over green curls and wild indigo locks. "I'll be right back! I gotta go get my coat and the keys then we'll be on our way, okay?"

"Okay!" It was a chirruped cry from all three children as he made his way past Izuku to the small door. Shoving it open, he put a pep to his step with brisk strides that had him flying behind the counter into the breakroom. Across the breakroom quickly to his office where he slid his hand in to grab his coat off of the hook and shut the door. Throwing the coat over his shoulders and sliding his arms into the sleeves when he touched his pocket. Keys, phone, wallet.

He'd kept all of it in his coat while he'd been cleaning to make their getaway all the faster. He nodded to himself with his boots thudding off of the freshly mopped floor as he made his way through the break room where he flicked the lights off, casting them into darkness. Bringing his zipper together, he tugged it up with a quiet zip to his throat when he flew behind the counter with quick steps. Digging his keys out of his pocket, he smiled. "Alright, are we ready to blow this pop stand?"

"Yes! Let's go, Dad! Hurry, hurry! Me and Zu are hungry!" He smiled when both boys popped up on their toes when Shouta smiled down at them; a tight smile but there was a sparkle of adoration in those dark eyes that he'd recognize anywhere. Making his way behind the counter to that small door, he moved his hand in a shooing manner when Izuku reached up to take Shouta's hand which had him and the black-haired man blinking at the child who smiled. "Can I hold it, so I don't fall? Dad always makes me hold his."

Shouta looked lost. Utterly lost. It had him fighting the urge to giggle at the black-haired man when said man looked at him with a look of helplessness when he nodded. He knew Shouta might not be the most comfortable, but he wasn't against the black-haired man holding onto his sons hand. It's not like he'd kidnap him or anything of the sort. "It's fine with me! If it's alright with Mister Aizawa then you're more than fine, Izu! You probably should've asked before taking it though."

Lashes fluttered only for green eyes to widen when Izuku's mouth dropped open slightly with a look of surprise. Of shock. As if he hadn't considered that it wasn't normal to ask his father's friend to hold his hand after taking his hand. He giggled at the look of shocked disbelief when the green-haired child then looked up at Shouta with his small hand squirming as if to let go. "I'm sorry, Mister Aizawa! Is it okay if I still hold your hand then? I wasn't thinking 'bout it!"

"Since it's alright with your father then it's fine with me. You can hold my hand on the way over there, okay? We'll walk slowly." Shouta then peeked up at him when he nodded, and the pair turned to the door where Izuku held out their conjoined hands to push open the door that chimed cheerfully. The pair then stepped out onto the darkened sidewalk while he fiddled with his keys with a hum. Picking out the correct keys when he shuffled forward to reach for the light switch.

Plunging the store in darkness save for the Christmas lights he had up, he held on tightly to the keys when he felt a hand touch his. Slipping into his own when he glanced down in surprise at Hitoshi who clung to his hand with those solemn eyes staring up at him with the cold air creeping in from the cracked position of the doors. That small hand in his was everything. It squeezed gently at him with fingers curled into his. "Is it okay if I hold your hand on the way over, Dad?"

He knew Hitoshi didn't need too. After all, he hardly held his hand on the way over anymore. He'd long since run ahead to the café next door but the hand in his was small. Precious. He smiled softly down at his son when he moved his thumb to caress the back of his small, gloved hand as he pushed open the door. Walking forward to step outside with the door opening wider as Hitoshi trotted after him with a strength to that small hand of his. "Of course you can. You never have to ask!"

"Cool! Then I'll hold it until we get there!" It was only mere seconds next door, but it had him tightening his hold on the small hand in his. It had him tugging gently as they stepped out with the door swinging shut behind them with the muffled sound of bells ringing out. Sliding the key into the lock, he locked up his store before stuffing the keys into his pocket as they stepped out on the freshly shoveled sidewalk together. The street lights playing off Hitoshi's little face sweetly.

"Hold on tight, okay?" Getting a resolute nod back from his son, he squeezed the small hand in his. Shouta and Izuku had long since entered the café when he rubbed his thumb against the back of the small hand in his. Clinging onto his tightly as he began to walk forward with the snow screeching quietly under his boots with Hitoshi's. His heart fluttered in his chest at the tight grasp of the hand in his. Tonight was proving to be a good night, now, wasn't it? He couldn't wait to get home tonight.