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Aizawa and the No. 1 Problem ChildTM stared at each other across the darkly lit 1-A common room. Midoriya was already halfway out the window, he was wearing all black and a mask that was resting under his chin, his yellow backpack was slung over one shoulder. Aizawa had a cat laying across his shoulders, a cat tucked under his right arm, and a giant mug of coffee in his hand, hanging from his lips was a half empty jelly pouch. He had on his obnoxiously bright pink sweatpants that Yamada got him a while back.
Aizawa slowly raises an eyebrow as he continues to suck on the jelly pouch. Izuku looks around the room seeming to debate if it would be a good idea to run or not, he settles on a very nervous laugh.
“Heh, hiiii, sensei,” Izuku says drawing out the ‘I’ longer than needed.
Aizawa drops his now empty jelly point onto the couch. “What are you doing Problem Child?”
“I was going to walk my cat!” Izuku states absolutely no hesitation and the most blank yet serious face he’s seen on the teen’s face.
“You don’t have a cat, and there are no pets allowed in the dorms,” Aizawa states.
“You don’t know that,” Izuku states. “And since when have any rules stopped me.”
I’ve never seen him this confident in himself, Aizawa thinks absentmindedly.
Now, that may or may not have to do with the fact that Izuku was running on five shots of expresso, six Redbulls, and a single chocolate egg. It may also have to do with the fact that Izuku was so sleep deprived that he was barely even conscious of what he was saying. It could also be both.
But none of that was the point right now. The point was, he’s on a mission. And that mission was to make as big of a fool out of Endeavor as he could. Because Todoroki was in a bad mood, and the best way to lift his friend’s mood was by making a fool out of his father.
“Show me your cat then problem child,” Aizawa states dragging Izuku from his thoughts.
“Umm,” Izuku says panicking. “You can’t!”
“And why is that?” Aizawa sighs.
The next thing Izuku says is utterly idiotic. “Cause he’s dead!”
The teens stares at his teacher with wide eyes.
“… Shit…” Izuku curses under his breath.
Aizawa closes his eyes, looking like he was fighting an inner battle before opening them and asking. “Are you going to make up a lie as to why you’re walking your dead cat, or are you finally going to tell the truth?” He stares blankly at Izuku for a long moment, watching as the teen deflates.
“Fine,” Izuku huffs as he slouches into the window sill, he looked like he was deflating. “Todoroki’s been in a bad mood so I’m going to go do something to cheer him up.”
“Okay… and what exactly are you going to do?” Aizawa questions.
Izuku freezes mind flashing to the carefully planned idea written out on in a notebook he was going to burn as soon as he was finished.
“I’m not sure you want the answer to that,” Izuku states.
“Fine,” Aizawa sighs. “Is it legal?”
Izuku blinks at his sensei slowly. “Pardon?”
“Is it legal, Problem Child?” Aizawa asks again.
“Ummmm.”
Aizawa sighs. The Problem Child isn’t looking at him.
“I just need to know so I can be ready with bail by the time you’re in jail,” Aizawa states completely throwing Izuku through the loop. “So, I’ll ask again. Is it legal?”
“It’s not the most legal and I could get sued by a high ranked hero…” Izuku trails off before adding. “But that is only if I get caught.”
Aizawa blinks at him a blank look on his face. He leaves without another word, but not before throwing a quick, “Don’t get caught Problem Child.”
Izuku smirks before finally fully going through the window.
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Shouta woke up the next morning to both his partner and the cats missing. He groans loudly as he pushes himself up. Grumbling incoherently under his breath, he leaves the warm confines of his and Zashi’s bed.
He stumbles a little as he walks down the hall, following the heavenly smell of coffee. He makes it all the way to the kitchen when he registers that he picked up a cat along the way. He only realizes when he drops said cat while reaching for the cup of coffee his equally disgruntled partner was holding out for him.
“Sorry, Slinky,” Shouta grunts staring at the indignant cat as it storms away.
No more words are spoken, at least until the couple is out the door and halfway to the teachers’ lounge. They had a no—speaking—in—the—morning rule that they mutually put in place when they first moved in together when they were 19.
“What’s it today?” Shouta as they walk through the quiet halls. He reaches his hand out to the side and grabs his spouse’s.
“Ummm,” Hizashi hums, tilting his head to the side as he thought. “He/they.”
“Mkay, thanks,” Shouta says gently squeezing Zashi’s hand.
“Thank you for asking,” Hizashi smiles squeezing Shouta’s hand right back. He plants a quick kiss on Shouta’s temple making the usually grumpy man smile softly.
“I always will,” Shouta states gently, enjoying the calm moment before he has to enter the chaos that is the teacher’s lounge in the morning.
Hizashi stops the in front of the lounge’s door.
“You ready?” he asks his hand resting on the door knob.
“I guess,” Shouta sighs. He will never truly be ready for the bullshit that goes down in that hellhole that was the teachers’ lounge.
Now, Shouta wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting to see when Hizashi pushed open the door.
Nedzu torturing someone? It was possible.
Yagi telling stories about his glory days like the old man he was? It’s happened before.
Snipe yodeling again? Sure, he does it every day without fail.
Maybe even someone burning to death? It could happen.
But every teacher watching the TV in complete and utter silence like it was telling them the secrets of the world? Not at—fucking—all.
Shouta and Hizashi step hesitantly into the lounge sharing a look with each other. Maybe Nedzu hypnotized them?
“What are you doing?” Hizashi asks slightly nervous.
“Someone trashed Endeavor’s Agency!” Nemuri beams, looking absolutely ecstatic.
“What?” Hizashi asks incredulously as they join the hoard of teacher by the TV.
Shouta is rather reluctant to follow his blond spouse. He arrives just in time to hear a reporter saying: “A civilian was able to catch a video of this mysterious person towards the end of the altercation.”
A slightly well recording video begins to play on the screen. It shows a figure dressed in all black (they even had black hair and eyes), except for his bright red combat boots that stood out easily against the rest of the outfit.
Oh, dear lord, Problem Child. What the fuck have you done?
“F*** you b****,” the person screams (the curses were actually beeped on the tv) as they slam a metal pole into Endeavor’s side. Judging by the singes on the person’s clothes, Endeavor deserved it. “Stop living your dream life vicariously through your son!”
Endeavor growls at the mystery person as his flames double in size.
“How dare you—”
His enraged scream is cut off by the person using his pole to shove the flame ‘hero’ back and into a flaming trashcan.
“Be with your people!” Mystery person cheers as he dashes quickly away and out of frame.
The camera then pans up to Endeavor’s defaced agency. Shouta nearly snorts at the sight of what had been spray painted across its surface. It was all things that could easily piss the man off and embarrass him enough in front of the public. Penises, surprisingly well draw cartoon Endeavor’s doing stupid things, and real pictures or Endeavour doing stupid things.
“Holy fuck,” Hizashi breaths.
“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Shouta deadpans.
A weird kind of awed silence settles over the lounge. Nobody was quite sure what to say about the shit show they just watched. They just stared at the TV screen was the reporter droned on and on about why someone may do this sort of thing to the No. 1 Hero.
Eventually staff members started leaving the group, some had classes to teach after all.
Shouta sighs and begins to also make his way out of the lounge. He does stop on the way out to give his husband a gentle kiss on the cheek. Out of the corner of his eye he catches Nemuri giggling and wagging her eyebrows at him. He just gives her a quirk enhanced glare in response (even though he knew it didn’t do much at this point).
Hizashi smiles at him. “See you at lunch, love.”
“See you at lunch,” Shouta agrees before finally leaving.
Shouta only made it half way to his homeroom when Nedzu texts him.
Will you please bring Midoriya to my office?
Endeavor and his lawyer wish to speak with
the boy. :D
Shouta sighs as he places his phone back in his pocket. God dammit, Problem Child. You’re truly living up to the title today.
Shouta roughly pushes open the door to the class, startling every student as they quickly rush to their seats. He’s speaking before he’s even fully in the room.
“Midoriya, Nedzu has summoned you,” he says it like he’s sending the teen to his death. He might as well be, considering the fact that the kid was going to be in a room with Nedzu, a lawyer, and Endeavor, that’s a death sentence if he’s ever seen one.
Midoriya stares blankly at him before saying evenly, “yes sensei.”
Shouta turns his attention to the class as a whole. Homeroom is a study period. Iida, Yaoyorozu, I expect not to come back to a burning classroom.”
Iida gives a loud and tense call of “yes sensei!” that nearly drowns out Yaoyorozu’s much quieter “Yes Aizawa-sensei.”
With that Shouta leaves the classroom with only a quick glance to make sure Problem Child was following.
“I’m in trouble for my stunt this morning, aren’t I?” Midoriya says dully.
“No, you aren’t,” Shouta states. Not if I have anything to say about it.
“I—what? Aizawa-sensei—”
“I don’t see why you would be in trouble,” Shouta stops and looks Midoriya right in the eyes. “After all, you were only asking a question about an assignment.”
Midoriya gives him a confused look.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t remember it,” Aizawa continues. “You seemed pretty out of it.”
Realization flared in the Problem Child’s eyes. “Riiight,” the kid beams at Shouta. “I asked you about the law and ethics essay!”
“Correct,” Shouta agrees thanking everything that the kid was smart. “Remember that next time.”
With that last comment they arrive at Nedzu’s office door.
“Endeavor and a lawyer are in there,” Shouta says. “They most likely think you were the on who defaced his agency this morning.”
“But I was with you,” Midoriya states.
“Tell them that,” Shouta says hiding his smirk in his capture weapon.
Midoriya gives him a smile in response, a mischievous yet sharp glint in his eyes. Shouta schools his expression and watches as Midoriya shifts into a scared, anxiety filled boy. Impressive. He’s too good at that for my liking.
Shouta takes a deep breath and prepares to open the office door. Time to gaslight a lawyer and the No. 1 Hero. What could go wrong?
Shouta pushes open the door after giving Midoriya one final look.
Endeavor is immediately on his feet as soon as he sees the Problem Child, his flames flaring rather dangerously. Did he not know that things around him could be flammable?
“You,” the limelight hero growls. And, boy, did Shouta not like his tone, especially since it was directed at Midoriya.
“M-me?” Midoriya stutters.
Aizawa wasn’t sure if he was acting or not.
“You’re lucky I don’t grill you right here and now, brat,” the flame here states. “After everything you did to my agency.”
“But—”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t speak to my student like that,” Shouta snaps take a step in between Midoriya and Endeavor.
“Yes, Todoroki-san, you cannot solve everything with violence like you seem to believe,” Nedzu says. “Have a seat.”
Oooo burnnnn.
Both, Shouta and Midoriya comply.
“That included you as well Todoroki-san,” Nedzu states shuffling papers around on his desk.
Endeavor drops into the chair he had once been occupying with a glare. Well, a deeper glare. His glare had never left his face in the first place. Does this man ever not glare? Or does he constantly have to look like someone pissed on his flames. Which would be more like his everything now that Shouta thought about it.
“Why don’t we introduce ourselves,” the lawyer suggests, his dull, boring voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife through hard butter.
“I’m Katsuki Antantaru,” The lawyer states. “You obviously already know Endeavor-san.”
Shouta had half the mind to say he didn’t just to make the man uncomfortable.
“Pro Hero, Eraserhead,” Shouta says shortly.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of you before,” Katsuki says.
“That’s the point,” Shouta grunts.
“I’m Midoriya Izuku,” Midoriya says shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I do not mean to be rude,” Katsuki states.
Shouta had the feeling he was going to be rude.
“But why does Eraserhead-san have to be here?” Katsuki continues.
Oh, would you look at that, he was rude.
“Since Midoriya-kun’s mother was not able to make it due to her work, Eraserhead, as his homeroom teacher, is here to act as his temporary guardian,” Nedzu says with his signature smile.
Katsuki smiles back stiffly. “Of course, of course. Naturally.” The man a breath before continuing. “Do you know why you’re here Midoriya-kun?”
“N-no sir,” Midoriya says nervously.
“He’s lying,” Endeavor growls.
What the fuck was this man? Some kind of damn dog?
“Calm down, Todoroki-san,” Nedzu hushes the hero.
“That’s all right Midoriya-kun,” Katsuki states. “I’m just need to ask you a few questions. I need you to answer honestly, all right?”
Why the fuck was he talking to Midoriya like he some kind of toddler?
“Okay,” Midoriya mumbles.
“Are you aware of what happened to Endeavor-san’s agency this morning?” Katsuki asks.
Midoriya nods. “It.. It was all over the news.”
Katsuki nods along as he pulls out a laptop. “Indeed, it was. What were you doing this morning from 4—5 a.m.?”
“I was with Aizawa-sensei,” Midoriya states.
“And why were you with him so early in the morning?” Katsuki raises and eyebrow.
“Because we were b—both awake and I needed help with an as—ssignment,” Midoriya says.
Nedzu smiles sharper at Midoriya’s statement.
“Why would you be up so early?” Katsuki asks. “Don’t you have classes you need to be well rested for?”
“I have ADHD, so sometimes it’s hard for me to sleep properly,” Midoriya explains. “So, I thought I’d use my time to get something done.”
“I also have ADHD so I have a terrible sleep schedule,” Shouta shrugs.
“Oooo,” Midoriya says softly. “ADHD buddies.”
Shouta raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing.
“Okay,” Katsuki hums. “I’m going to show you a picture, I need you to tell me, truthfully, if it is you.”
Katsuki spins the laptop around so both Shouta and Midoriya can see the screen. On the screen was a picture that was very clearly Midoriya that Shouta nearly visibly cringed. But he didn’t, thank fuck.
“That’s not me,” Midoriya states matter a factly.
“Don’t lie boy,” Endeavor snarls. “That is clearly you!”
“But it isn’t!” Midoriya says. “I was with Aizawa-sensei.”
“Midoriya-kun,” Katsuki sighs. “There’s no need to lie anymore, that is clearly you in the photo. You’ve been caught.”
“As you can see,” Midoriya starts point at the picture of himself on the screen. “That is clearly not me.”
“It clearly is,” Endeavor snaps.
“Do I have black hair, Endeavor-san? Or black eyes?” Midoriya asks. He points to the picture of himself on the screen once more, this time at the face. “And do you see a single freckle on that face?”
“No. But—”
“Exactly they don’t have freckles, I do,” Midoriya says crossing his arms over his chest.
Shouta is amused by the sudden personality switch.
“He has a face mask on!” Katsuki exclaims.
“That’s not the point,” Midoriya waves the lawyer off. “The point is, you think I, a hero student, would ever do something illegal.”
“He’s your sensei!” Katsuki points at Shouta who just stares blankly back into his soul. “He looks like he steals candy from babies and then kicks them, in his free time!”
“Aizawa-sensei is all about being logical, he has trained me to be logical” Midoriya counters. “And what that person did was very illogical. Who would do that to the No. 2—sorry—1 hero? That’s a very idiotic move.”
“That’s why I’m want to understand why you would do it,” Katsuki says.
“I thought we’ve been over this,” Izuku sighs, sounding much older than he was. “That’s not me.”
“I—”
“No,” Midoriya cuts the man off. “Clearly you don’t want to be reasonable, so why don’t you stop wasting everyone’s time. I have classes I need to get to so I can actually catch people like this person unlike some heroes here.”
Shouta smirks into his capture weapon, Burnnnn.
The lawyer and Endeavor didn’t say much longer, especially after Nedzu joined the conversation once again.
Midoriya and Shouta were just outside of the Problem Child’s next class when Shouta finally said what was on his mind the entire walk there.
“Good job, Problem Child,” Shouta states.
“Thanks sensei,” Midoriya beams at him.
“By the way, ADHD buddy, you have detention,” Shouta states. He watches as Midoriya smile drops and he slouches at the statement. “We’re going to be learning how not to blow you fucking cover.”
Midoriya’s smile is back on his face in an instant as he laughs softly. “Okay, sensei.”
Omake time :)
“I need to know,” Shouta states staring at Midoriya. “Why’d you do it? Other than knowing it would please Todoroki.”
“I was sleep deprived and very bored,” Midoriya shrugs staring down at his hands. “I also couldn’t find my melatonin pills.”
—later—
“Zashi… Remind me to never let the Problem Child every get sleep deprived again, and that he always has his melatonin pills.”
--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--
“Todoroki-kun?”
“Yes, Midoriya?”
“You have been hugging me for the past ten minutes.”
“That’s because you are an angel on earth and I love you.”
“I-I… WHAT!? TODOROKI-KUN DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!!”
“But it’s only the truth
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“What the hell is he laughing about?” Shigiraki asks Toga as they both stare down Dabi who was rolling laughing on the floor.
“Somebody trashed Endeavor’s agency,” Toga smiles. “Apparently they drew a bunch of dicks on it.”
“I’m adopting whoever did that into the family!” Dabi cackles.
--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--
*in another universe*
Endeavor: You’d kill me, just for that?
Izuku: I’d kill you for a snickers bar.
--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--
*in another, another universe*
“So, what’s the plan?” Shouta asks the currently black-haired teen beside him as he ties his own, now green, hair out of his face.
“We graffiti this shithole up as much as we can with anything that’ll piss Endeavor off enough that he attacks us with much more force than need then paint him out to be the bad guy so the public hates him,” Izuku states.
“The plan has some holes, but we’ll manage,” Shouta shrugs.