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After the food was done, Hitoshi and Denki snuck off to go talk.
They went out onto the street in front of the house and Hitoshi took them left, “So~, how did you like meeting my family?”
The street was quite and had a light breeze going by. It made it feel like they could scream if they wanted, and no one would hear them.
The blonde jumped up and tried walking on a wide barrier as he said, “It was... weird. Eri was nice, but man, illustrating a story is difficult.” He jumped over a wide gap and laughed, “It’s super odd to see your dad smile. He looks almost normal.”
“I know. When I first saw him as a teacher when I was 6 I went, ‘this isn’t my dad. Who is that serious guy?’ Then having him as a teacher was like having an imposter in his place.” Hitoshi recounted as he walked by Denki, grabbing his hand when he almost fell. “Woah there, Sparky, I don’t want you to fall for anything but me.” He kissed his boyfriends hand and got an annoyed groan from Denki. “That’s right, the pick up lines are back.”
They walked a few more feet before Denki jumped down and walked to a puddle from someone's hose, “You know, when I look in this puddle, I only see you and me together.”
“Wow, where did you learn that one?” Hitoshi said as he tried to hide the way his heart stopped as the cheesy line was spoken.
Denki laughed, “Trade secret.”
The two walked around talked about anything that could possibly come up, throwing in a few compliments here and there, of course. They saw some other people walk by, but it was mostly just the two walking side by side.
Soon the sun started to set and they walked back to the house.
Hizashi had ice cream with tons of toppings set up on the counter for dessert. Eri was happily testing how much sugar she can get on her ice cream.
“Denki,” Shouta started from his position, “I want to say thank you for - Eri, I think that’s enough chocolate sauce, don’t give me that face - thank you for keeping Eri entertained. Smart choice in stories, this little sugary monster loves stories with bits of romance. We have no idea why, she just does.” He lifted his hand and lowered Eri’s hands which were moving to dump a container of sprinkles on her sugary monstrosity. “But anyway, thank you for illustrating it. She loved it. Also thank you for raising her bar for stories, Hizashi is going to have a blast with it.”
“Always happy to preform, sir.”
Hitoshi, who lives to tease his boyfriend, asked the room, “Who wants to see Denki sing while dressed as Dad in his favorite pyjamas?”
The young blonde gasped and tried to smack the phone out of his boyfriends hand screaming “TRAITOR!” Hitoshi laughed as he raised it above the angry teens head.
Eri was chanting about wanting to see it and Hizashi was standing next to his husband asking for an explanation.
The video played and all Hitoshi could think was This is how life should always be . After the video ended, Eri chased Denki around the room chanting A-weema-weh in a semi-demonic manner. Dad and Pop laughed about the video and watched it again so Hizashi could get the full effect of the song.
Soon it was time for Eri to go to bed and for the UA students to return to their dorms. The drive was quiet save for the cars rushing by.
“Thank you for coming over today, Denki. You should come by again soon.” Shouta said from the driver’s seat.
Denki chuckled, “I had better learn new stories before then, hadn’t I?”
Next to him, Hitoshi rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I’m going to bring him back anytime soon.”
“Why?” Denki asked, wondering if he did something wrong.
Hitoshi smiled at him as he stated, “Because if I do I will have to share you with my family. And that doesn’t sound like fun at all.”
The group got back to the dorms right before curfew and were greeted with very curious students with questions about Aizawa, who had immediately left to go finish grading homework and sleep.
Mina was the first to ask a question, “Hitoshi, do you have any siblings?”
To most of the classes surprise, it was Midoriya who answered, “He does. Aizawa adopted Eri, a girl I helped him rescue, about 3 weeks ago.” He looked at Hitoshi and added his own question of, “How is she? Has she been claimed yet?”
“She’s doing great. Still unclaimed though. Dad says it should be any week now.” Hitoshi replied calmly.
“Eri is adorable and such a joy to tell stories to.” Denki added. The class then seemed to realize they have a new source on the life of their teacher. So the questions got more interrogative.
“Is he really strict in the house?”
“Does he smile at all?”
“Is he even married? If so, is his wife pretty?”
“Did you get the shovel talk as soon as you entered the house?”
Hitoshi took a deep breath because, whew boy, this was going to be a long afternoon if Denki responds incorrectly.
To everyone's surprise, Denki remained relatively calm as he responded, “Well, Aizawa-sensei is married, but that’s all I’m going to say on that. And I don’t think it’s possible to compare Mr. Shouta with our teacher because they are practically 2 entirely different people. The home Aizawa is a really kind funny man full of smiles and laughs who loves his family a lot. So, I honestly don’t think you all will believe me if I told you of my time in the Aizawa-Yamada household.” A few moments of stunned silence later, Denki and Hitoshi let out a simultaneous, “Oh no.”
At some point in the future, the Aizawa-Yamadas and Denki would be able to laugh and have fun, but for now, they were stuck with outed and angry parents and two very uncensored teens.