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‘quiet when you enter if you want to live.’
hizashi had received the ominous text from his best friend on the way to said man’s apartment. he usually does announce himself rather dramatically whenever he pops by. shouta would loudly complain about it but never preemptively threatened death before he even arrived, so this was new.
“sho~ i brought cream puffs,” he whisper yelled after taking off his boots and putting them on the shoe rack. he doesn’t get a reply but he could tell shouta was home and in the kitchen if the smell of curry and quiet tinkering in the kitchen were any indication.
he padded further into the house and is met by the sight of shouta standing by the stove, lazily stirring the contents of a pot. hizashi quietly marvelled at the domestic sight that he never thought he’d ever see.
during their ua days, aizawa shouta had been notoriously nicknamed ‘energy saver’ for his tendency to borderline neglect himself, only doing the absolute bare minimum to keep himself alive and functioning as a hero student. he practically lived on his protein jelly packs, and had a sleep schedule of an owl with chronic insomnia.
ever since he adopted izuku, shouta took it upon himself to set good habits and be a good role model to the kid. he was even more serious about being a parent than a teacher- rightfully so- but hizashi still found it terribly endearing how much effort he puts into being a good dad.
he painstakingly learned how to cook to feed the kid a healthy, balanced diet. he managed a semblance of a regular sleep schedule. he let down his wariness towards physical affection to offer tentative head pats and hugs to the kid because the parenting books he got said connection was important.
it’s true that shouta had helped izuku out of a dark place, but hizashi couldn’t help but think that izuku was good for shouta too.
now, his gaze softened at the sight of shouta cooking dinner with a familiar cargo attached to his back. upon closer inspection, he sees izuku clinging onto his dad’s back like a baby koala, a few loops of shouta’s capture weapon acting as a sort of sling to support the boy while the man worked.
hizashi peered around shouta’s shoulder like a curious uncle. the sight that meets him had his heart melting a little. izuku’s chubby cheek was smooshed against his dad’s shoulder, dried tear tracks still visible as the boy dozed lightly, hands loosely fisting in shouta’s jumpsuit.
“if he wakes up and starts crying again, i’m stabbing you in the spleen,” shouta said flatly, not taking his eyes off of the curry.
the threat only had hizashi grinning wider buy he wisely retreated, setting about making some hot tea to comfort his nephew.
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vlad walked into the teacher’s lounge and immediately noticed how eerily silent the space was, despite its inhabitants milling around almost nervously careful about keeping quiet. it was a stark difference from the usual almost rowdy atmosphere that graced the teachers every morning.
“what the fuck is-“
“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I’M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE-“ nemuri hissed frantically, slapping a hand over sekijirou’s mouth, the scent of her quirk seeping through, threatening to flare up if needed to resort to it.
a quiet whimper had the rest of the teacher’s lounge freezing up, the air going tense as the small teen whined in his sleep, shifting in his dad’s hold. aizawa’s face did not betray an ounce of emotion as he continued typing away at his computer, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop and the tension in the air thickened as he quietly hushed his restless son while practically radiating murderous intent should the boy awaken.
miraculously, the boy settles back into his slumber with a quiet snuffle.
the atmosphere in the room settles quietly.
vlad snorts, causing some of the other teachers to flinch at the sound.
ever since his coworker became a dad, vlad had been consistently unsettled by the domestic side that showed whenever the younger aizawa was around. aizawa sensei was well known by the student body as well as the faculty to be an incredibly strict teacher, intolerant to nonsense and a harsh critic bordering on cruel sometimes.
now, this new side of the man was nothing like the aizawa he knows. vlad sincerely doesn’t know if the rest of his colleagues noticed this or if they simply adapted to it much easier than he did.
sure, he kept professional during class but once they were out of that setting, the mask slips away so quickly that it gave him whiplash. suddenly, the established demon sensei would be replaced by a doting father that folded like wet cardboard for his son. the tone of his voice immediately softens, his resting bitch face relaxes into something more neutral if not so terribly fond. vlad cannot help but feel unnerved is all.
“seriously, aizawa. you coddle-“ he was interrupted by another physical silencing when he set off the other heroes in the room to spring forward as though he just declared he held a ticking bomb.
“vlad, i swear to god,” mic whisper shouted, keeping his hand firmly clamped over the blood hero’s mouth. “why are you so insistent on dying today?”
the ended up taping his mouth with duct tape- plus some very creative threats that were certainly no match for the hell dadzawa would rain on all of them if they woke the child- for the rest of the day.
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it wasn’t quite routine, but the 3-A students have come to expect a certain green hair boy to slink into the classroom every now and then. aizawa would be in the middle of teaching, not batting an eye when the familiar figure sneaked into the classroom- sometimes falling down the vents, other times climbing into the windows. thankfully, today he opted going through the door like a normal person.
they deduced that the boy must be a year or two below them since he wore the ua uniform, though he was really small. had it not been for the uniform, they would’ve guessed he was much younger.
as usual, they watched the unnamed boy scurry over to their teacher. the first time they witnessed the kid approach their demon sensei as if he did not fear death, a few of them panicked and scrambled to stop him only for the boy to expertly dodge them with surprisingly speed and agility.
they could only watch on in varying degrees of shock and horror as the boy ran straight for eraserhead and started climbing the man like a tree, settling on his back for an unnegotiated piggyback ride.
and their demon sensei… did nothing.
it was as if the man didn’t even register the extra weight to his person, carrying on with the lesson like nothing happened. the green haired boy on the other hand simply proceeded the doze off.
at the end of the class, aizawa sensei walked out of the classroom with the kid still attached to him like a clingy sloth and the students have never been so confused.
the day they found out aizawa had a son broke a few of them.
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shouta broke his leg.
hizashi had woken up hours before he usually would on a weekend to a call from the underground hero that instantly had him awake and out of bed.
izuku looked miserable. a mix of exhaustion and the stress of the situation had the boy looking like a sad wet kitten. he kept glancing over at his dad and shouta did his best to provide his with comfort, though his injury limited him a supportive squeeze of his arm from the wheelchair he was bound to. hugs were definitely out of the question. not even a head pat was feasible.
hizashi took one look at the miserable father son duo before making up his mind. he stepped in front of izuku and crouched down.
“hop on,” he said simply, twisting to look at izuku’s startled expression before realization dawned on the kid’s face.
“really?” izuku all but breathed out in delighted disbelief before shyly reconsidering. “i’m a bit heavy though.”
shouta snorted at that and hizashi ignored the brute in favor of smiling at the little green koala.
“really, really,” hizashi smiled. “shouta isn’t the only hero around that can flex his well earned muscles!”
izuku giggled at that before tentatively stepping forward and putting his arms hizashi’s neck. the voice hero slipped his hands under the boy’s thighs in a secure hold.
“ready?” he whispered conspiratorially and felt izuku nod against him. mentally counting down in his head, he hauled himself and his newly acquired baggage to his feet, careful about vocalizing any sort of exertion as to not scare the boy into scrambling off his back in his pathological fear of ‘bothering’ others.
“alright!” he cheered enthusiastically. “hold on tight now, little listener! let’s get out of here!”