Chapter Text
Izuku was tucked on the staff room couch with his dad, having arrived even earlier than yesterday. He was pleased to report that he was not picked up like a three year old this time, and had made it to the couch with his own two feet.
His dad only pouted a little bit when he realised Izuku had snuggled up to him without noticing he was at the door and dragging him himself. Izuku craned his neck to grin up at him. Shota could only sigh fondly, put the coffee he’d been sipping down, and wrap an arm around his kid.
“Dad.”
“Yeah?”
“I showed the class black whip and smokescreen yesterday.”
A pause. Izuku gave a cheeky grin that his dad could definitely sense.
“Is there footage?”
Izuku scoffed. “Of course, who do you think I am?”
That earned him a hair ruffle. “Good kid.”
They stayed snuggled for another moment before his dad seemed to remember something else. He wordlessly passed his phone to Izuku, already open on a message. Izuku read the messages first, then the contact. He blinked.
“Oh. My mum messaged you?”
He felt his dad nod, and he passed the phone back.
“I’ll be coming over to your apartment on Saturday to discuss…” His dad hesitated. “Shared custody?”
Izuku’s breath hitched. He hadn’t thought about it like that. He thinks he loves that idea.
“I’m not too sure.” His dad admitted. “I just… wanna be able to spend time with you outside of school after everything.” His hold around Izuku tightened minutely, and Izuku’s chest went pleasantly warm at the admission.
“I think your mum wants to meet me first, before letting some random man spend time with her precious child.” He pinched Izuku’s cheek for emphasis.
Izuku absently batted his hand away. “Makes sense.”
“Yeah.”
This time, the silence was not broken, and Izuku sank into the warmth radiating off his dad’s body. He tucked his feet so that they were on the couch, not the floor (having taken his shoes off you heathen), and let himself doze off, not quite napping like yesterday, but also not fully awake.
At some point, his dad started carding a hand through his hair, and Izuku fully melted, completely relaxed.
It was only ten minutes later that Izuku was jolted from his doze, as the peaceful silence was broken by the opening of the staff room door.
In between a yawn, Izuku greeted the newcomer. “Hi, All Might. Dad’s asleep.”
Shota grunted.
“Mostly asleep.” Izuku amended.
All Might smiled warmly. “I’ll be quiet, my boy.”
Izuku grinned tiredly back.
Izuku let his brain turn off again as All Might went to his desk and planned some lessons. He didn’t open his eyes when he was addressed again.
“Young Midoriya?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have any plans during either of your breaks? Besides eating.”
Izuku wracked his tired brain. “No, I don’t think so.” He opened his eyes to see an almost nervous looking All Might. “You wanted to ask about the other users of the quirk, right?”
All Might nodded. “Yes, my boy. If you don’t mind, of course.”
Izuku lazily saluted at him. “S’all good.” That shocked a small laugh out of the man, who went back to work. His Dad’s previously stilled fingers began carding through his hair again so Izuku figured he shouldn’t let himself drift off again. It’s likely other teachers would start filing in shortly.
He grabbed an end of Shota’s capture weapon and began to fiddle with it intently, only pausing to wave at every teacher that entered. Midnight-sensei (Aunty Nemuri?) eventually made her way over to tell him that students were arriving on campus, so he would have to go to class soon.
Izuku sighed and looked at the couch forlornly, missing the smirk that formed on her face. To make a point only to herself, she nudged Shota as well. “Shota~ you gotta prepare for your classes.”
After a grumpy look, he also sighed, and stared forlornly at the couch. She cackled and walked away, leaving him to grumble about “evil heroes”, and them being why “lawlessness is preferred”. What a drama queen.
Izuku and Shota eventually emerged from the corner that the couch was tucked in, and they waved to each other as Izuku left the room, while Shota went to the desks to slump on his own.
Cementoss peered at Shota from his desk. “Eraserhead-san, did you pass your bad sleeping habits on to Midoriya?”
Eraser sighed. “We never got any good sleep in those two years. First from the constant danger, then from nightmares and the cold.” The man looked tiredly at Cementoss. “If he’s anything like me, now he’s not sleeping because it’s so loud.”
Cementoss hesitated. “Loud?”
Eraser nodded. “Yeah. Normal city sounds that just weren’t around like cars and stuff. There weren’t really any birds either.”
Cementoss dipped his head in acknowledgement. “If you need me to take over a class Eraser, just let me know.”
“Will do. Thanks.”
Shota sighed again. “I need coffee.” Then he perked up. “I left my coffee by the couch. I need my coffee.” He leaned over the back of the chair, and called out to All Might, whose desk was closest to the couch.
“All Might, could you pass me my coffee? It’s in a keep cup on the floor.”
“Ah yes, one second.” All Might pushed out of his chair and went over to the couch. He paused, and peered around for a moment.
“Uh, Aizawa?” He called.
“Hmm?”
“It’s not here.”
Shota paused. “Then where-” He blinked, then let his head hit his desk.
“Aizawa-kun?”
“That brat.”
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Izuku felt himself wake up with every sip of coffee he took as he walked towards his classroom. Dad snuggles were always a good way to start a morning, but dad snatched coffee was even better. Izuku thought it was only fair, since he had to wake up early to see him anyway.
His mum was barely awake by the time Izuku had left the house. He ended up making breakfast for the both of them since he’d woken up at 4am and hadn’t managed to get any meaningful rest afterwards.
He thinks that he’d slept fine the first two days because of all the emotional talks, but his feelings had slowly begun to settle, and the differences in sleeping conditions really got to Izuku. He thinks he might need to see a therapist. When he woke up in the dark to the absence of his dad’s breathing, he mayhaps panicked a bit. Just a bit.
Izuku opened the door to his class, and was greeted cheerfully by the usual early crew plus a few extras. That was before Uraraka went up to him with the biggest eye bags he’d seen on her, and grabbed his upper arms.
“Deku.”
Izuku blinked. “Uraraka?”
She gave him a nasty glare. “I got no sleep because of you.”
He felt his eyebrows raise in worry and surprise. “Huh?”
“When sensei first called you a problem child, I’m like, who, Deku? But now? Now I see the logic.” She continued to rant, waving hands that Izuku had to dodge
They had the attention of all his present classmates by now, but no one took mercy on Izuku and saved him from a semi-feral Uraraka. He gave them the stink-eye, and they looked away.
“Uraraka, what’s wrong?”
She paused, with her hands mid-air. Finally, she dropped them, and sighed.
“Deku, you can confide in us, you know that right?”
Izuku tilted his head. “Of course. Is that what this is about?”
She cracked a tiny smile and shook her head. “No. I’m glad you feel that way though. The you from last week would have probably been less sure.”
Izuku gave her a wry smile.
She huffed. “Anyway, I know you said that All for One didn’t get you or anything, but then I remembered about the nomu.”
Izuku’s face slipped in slight horror at what his poor friend had been thinking and was quick to reassure her. “Uraraka, nothing bad happened to me.” Because he knew they were listening anyway, he projected his voice to the now full class. He noted Kacchan was listening intently, and valiantly ignored the glare that was definitely a reprimand for ignoring his messages. “I do have multiple quirks, but I was always going to get them even without the conflict.”
She tilted her head. “Really?”
“Yup! I did mention how my quirk can be passed on, but something I maybe didn’t mention is that it’s a stockpiling quirk at its core.”
“It stockpiled quirks.” Midoriya and Uraraka turned to face Bakugo, who had crossed his arms with a challenging gleam in his eye. “Am I wrong?”
Izuku grinned, fear of Bakugo long gone. “You’re right! Initially we only thought it stockpiled power, but it stockpiled the other user’s quirks too. In the initial timeline, I unlocked my first new quirk in a joint training exercise at the end of the year.”
Uraraka’s eyes bugged out. “Woah! Really?”
“Yup!”
She heaved a great sigh, and her shoulders lost all their tension. “Whew… I’m so relieved you weren’t experimented on.”
Izuku pat her shoulder consolingly. “Don’t worry, my quirk is just haunted instead.”
She blinked. “You’re joking, right?” He began to walk to his seat, sipping the last of the coffee. “Wait, Deku, you’re joking right?”
Tokoyami shook his head. “What a mad banquet of darkness.”
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Omake 1:
As Shota walked in the room, he spied a certain coffee cup on a certain child’s desk. He walked in the room with an impassive expression.
The class quietened to let him speak.
“Problem child?”
Izuku blinked up innocently at him.
“Yeah?”
“Detention for being a brat.”
They stared at each other for a moment, the class looking between them in confusion. Izuku was the first to break contact.
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
It was then that they noticed their sensei’s coffee cup on their classmate’s desk. They sweatdropped, and hoped that Midoriya would live to see the next day.
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Omake 2:
“Is he gone?” Hizashi Yamada peeked over at Shota’s desk from where he was hiding the second he realised the man’s coffee was missing.
Cementoss gave him a thumbs up, and he heaved a great sigh of relief.
“Oh thank god. I’m not ready to experience Shota’s wrath. Not after the last time he thought I stole his coffee…” He looked off into the distance, as though replaying a memory he’d rather forget. His gaze caught a certain Pro.
“Hey, All Might, you good?”
He jolted, and quickly gave a shaky thumbs up and grin. Hizashi just sighed, and collected the sheets he needed for his class.
He began ranting to Cementoss, who followed him out of the room.
“It’s not fair that his best friend of fifteen years can’t even take a sip of his coffee- not that I did anything to it in the first place! And then a green bean comes along and suddenly Shota decides he can deal. What an asshole.” Mic’s voice lost volume as he left the teacher’s lounge, and All Might finally felt a drop of sweat fall.
Aizawa would never know what really happened to that coffee. He never wanted to see that look in Aizawa-kun’s eyes again. He prayed for Midoriya.