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Izuku was floating. Every time that he remembered the fact that Eraser Head was really helping him and Hitoshi he started to smile. It was a Friday when he realized that Kacchan was weird again. That was becoming very normal since the day that he told Izuku to leap off the roof; sometimes he would pass days without even looking at Izuku, but once in a while he would insult even the air that he breathed. It made no sense, but now with Hitoshi and Aizawa sensei, he had no time to be preoccupied with the blond.
After school Izuku goes to the academia that Aizawa sensei had located for them, they had a personal trainer and a nutritionist, and they didn’t even have to pay anything because the owner was a friend of Sensei and as pro-Hero, he had a discount for Family and interns. It was just to perfect to be true.
Today was just gym, no sparing or any fight, and after Izuku was finished with the shower Aizawa emerges from god knows where. He was uncharacteristic serious and for the first time in many days, Izuku was afraid of being disposed of.
“Sensei?”
“Midoriya. I have some thoughts about something, and I think we should talk.”
“Oh, hm...” Izuku wanted to cry “can Toshi be with me?”
Aizawa already expected that, so he just grunts. Hitoshi was sending worried looks to the two of them on the way to the café where they usually ate after training.
“So...” Izuku started.
“I know your dream is UA, but I don't think that this is the best school for you”
Silence. None of the boys could say anything. Izuku recovers first, taking one of Hitoshi's hand and holding hard.
“What?”
“I think that we could do better, and don’t look at me with these eyes kid, I’m not saying that you can’t do it, I know you both can. But the situation is that that place would consume you. They have no preparation or desire to help nonflashy quirks, quirkless kids never entered that equation.’ Aizawa takes a long sip of his coffee “I already told you boys that I entered in the hero class after the sports festival right? Well, Hitoshi can do that too, and I have no doubt that you can, but I don't know if they would allow.”
“What do you mean? They can’t take his chance!” Hitoshi growls. Izuku feels so happy to have someone at his side.
“It would not be the first time that Nedzu made an applicant lose his place for not having a quirk that was ‘compatible’ with the school image” Aizawa replies, looking very angry.
“Are you serious Sensei? How can they do that?” Izuku mumbles
“I’m afraid I am. Kid, I really see potential in you, both of you, and I know that you two will be greats heroes, real heroes, not just arrogant self-centered pricks, and I was looking for a loophole in all the books of rules for hero schools and the UA code, but there isn’t anything that can protect you”
“Oh”
“And I really don’t want to take chances and ruin your future, so I found you the best two that have hero courses that are more flexible and with a no-quirk orientation.” He slides a file into Izukus hand, where did it come from? They will never know.
“Aizawa sensei... “ Izuku looked at his teacher with watery eyes “Thank you so much for everything.” Aizawa looks at his kid with sympathy, he hated to have to break the news for him. “Looks like you will not be my teacher...”
“Lucky you, he would make you train so much that your hair would become black for osmosis” Hitoshi jokes, and the mood lift. Still sour, but not so sad anymore.
“Well, you will be my student wanting or not, I will not let you go after the classes start. You two are my priority, and-“
Aizawa couldn’t finish his phrase, he was swept by four arms of growing teenagers hugging him and crying like a fountain. He takes a deep breath and put his arms on the boys, locking them in a very emotional hug. He looked at the attendant, asking himself how he did manage to find so tact pupils, but she just smiles affectionate at them, thinking about how sweet two kids having such a good relationship with their parent.
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After crying for what looked like hours, Aizawa sensei dropped them at Midoriya household. They had planned to spend the whole weekend doing teenage stuff, playing games, talking about stuff, seeing movies and... playing games... and whatever teenagers did in their free time.
Inko had let them help with dinner and the result was actually really good. Hitoshi said that he was used to having to make his own food, Inko looked very displeased with the reason, but she praised him anyway, it was good, so praises wined.
Izuku was trying not to look over the file that Aizawa had given to him. He was not really surprised, UA had a very big reputation for training the best Heroes ever, but inside forums existed a rumor that they did not accept people that were considered with weak quirks on the hero course. Even the general course had a rumor like that. So Izuku was kind of expecting this, and at the same time, he was sad. But at least they had Aizawa Sensei. Oh, Sensei! He was SO happy! Who would have thought that THE Eraser Head would tell him that he could be a hero? and a good one? Man... Izuku could cry of happiness.
Hitoshi and he would become such good heroes, they would save people all the time, and make sure they were safe! And with Hitoshi's quirk, the bad guys would have no chance of doing much. Thinking about Hitoshi's quirk...
“Toshi, can I ask you something?” Izuku starts when they were watching a new documentary on the nature of quirks.
“Already asked, but go on”
“Can you use your quirk on me?” he asks quietly. Hitoshi looks at him very confused.
“Why?”
“Well, you see, we don1t train your quirk enough, Aizawa sensei respects your space and will not make it you use it if still makes you uncomfortable... but you are so powerful! We need to make you the best for the entrance exam, and I really want to finish that notebook on you, imagine all the possibilities!”
“Hm...”Hitoshi looked conflicted, he Always new that Izuku would want that sometimes, it was really obvious the love for quirks of the boy if he was being honest, Hitoshi thought that he was gonna ask early, but he supposed that there wasn’t a rulebook to aks your best friend to use his quirk on you. “Okay...”
Izuku beamed. Getting up and pushing them into his room, looking for the notebook that he had started on Hitoshi in the first week of friendship.
“Okay, so, we need to test time, limits, types od order, what doesn’t work and what can be very useful in rescues.... so, if we start with.... make me clean the floor, I will not resist.... we should do a list first, maybe we can divide into categories like usefulness in resue, in battle, in normal life, how it is the best way to phrase the orders? Does just anything serve? Maybe if we train in other languages we can expand the power? What types of answers don’t work? Sign language? Code morse? Esperanto probably.... oh! The one that I really want to know, make me read something and learn! Oh, that can be so good to relax-
“Zuku?”
“yeah?” Hitoshi smiled, grabbing Izuku’s control. Glassy eyes.
“I want you to be completely conscious of the book you will read, ok? Oh... well... hm... if you understand tell me.”
“I understand.”
“Oh, ok, coll, I din1t know that was going to work... so, what book you didn’t read yeT but know you need to?” asked pointing to the shelf
“That orange one on physics of the human body”
“Oh, okay, so... you will read two chapters and absorb the content, and remember after I release you.”
And that's how Izuku ended up learning all about physics of the human body in a week. Aizawa Sensei did NOT look pleased with them when he finds out. But he demanded to be present when they tested new theories and battle control was completely prohibited without him at any circumstance, just in case.
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It was Two weeks after Hitoshi started to feel comfortable using his quirk on Izuku that Aizawa noticed something worrisome. It was a bruise on his neck like a big hand had strangled him. Aizawa was not stupid, he knows the signs of abuse, and he heard things from Izuku’s mumblings, but without proof he had nothing. Now he had. His kid was not gonna stay somewhere where he can’t be himself.
So that's how Aizawa ended up cornering both of his pupils and demanding to know.
"I'm so sorry Sensei...." Izuku broke first, crying and hugging himself "I really tried to convince him to tell someone besides me! but he made me promise... I can't break a promise Sensei"
Shinsou was looking at the ground, pretending that he was not stuck in the capture weapon.
"Shinsou, look at me," Aizawa said, looking calmer and more serene than he really was, the purple-haired boy was in a panic and did not need his anger. "I will not allow this to continue, do you hear me? you will not go back there."
Hitoshi stared at him confused, his mind had kept saying that Sensei would leave him when he noticed how big of a failure he is, and now he was actually telling him something positive?
"You don't even know what happens in there sensei," he said looking into the black eyes "How can you say that? maybe I'm just overreacting and making myself a victim."
Aizawa took back the capture weapon and sat on the floor, in front of the two kids. Exasperated, he put a hand on Shinsou's leg and the other on Midoriya's feet - that Green-haired boy was almost flying of anxious energy- on a motion that he hoped that was soothing.
"Kid, you will not be going back there. That's it. But I need you to tell me what exactly goes inside that house, we will need to talk with a friend of mine but that's it. We believe you, and you are a victim, it's not your fault."
Shinso was not convinced, he was still afraid of receiving the blame, but he trusts Sensei. So he accepts, Sensei calls a friend on the police, the name he doesn't remember, and he talks. Hitoshi tells them about how he remembers it was when he was a kid, all the gifts, hugs, travels, and how he was happy. And then the quirk comes. It was different from any of his parents, one of his grandfathers had some voice quirk, but no one had a controlling quirk or a mental one that he knows of it. So they weren't prepared, it was not their fault. It was a scary quirk, Sometimes he made them let him stay awake playing or watching anime on the weekdays, sometimes he made them cook his favorite plate, once he made a kid give to him his toy. Well, he didn't know he was using his quirk at any of these situations, he had no control over it, but it was not an excuse. After an incident where he made his mother stay at home playing with him, they couldn't take anymore. So the muzzle came in, the love came out. His father started to drink a lot outside the home, he sometimes spends days without coming back, but that's okay because when he is at home he has only two moods: ignoring one and violent one. But it's not like it is his fault, is all Hitoshi's, he is the one that came with a bad quirk, a bad personality, and a villainous mind, his parents had nothing to do with it.
Izuku was crying the whole time, he could not understand how someone treated his child like this. Aizawa was in pure fury, he wanted to see these degenerates behind bars and no one was going to stop him. So he took the boys to Midoriya's house and exchanged a few words with Inko, who was just furious as him. While the two teens were being fussed over by a protective Inko and wrapped in covers, Aizawa was conducting an investigation. Not that he needed to investigate something, but anyway. He called Hizashi, his roommate, and told him the situation.
"Shou! I'm so angry right now!" - The voice Hero said over the phone "Don't you worry, I will love to have him with us. I will clean the spare room for him. Mochi will be so happy with new occupants!" He Almost shouts in joy.
"Thank you Zashi, I know it is not conventional, but I can't let them put him on the system."
"Yeah, I know," Hizashi says, and then he mumbles "But you could at least had asked me in marriage first, Having a child before the vows it's frown upon for family ladies like me."
Aizawa Shota rolls his eyes and pretends that he did not listen. He, being married to his best friend for over 15 years? no way. His amazingly hot and loud Best friend? impossible.
"Anyway, I will come back a little later than usual, but I will bring some Thaí for you."
"Ahh! Shou, thank you. I will be grading this test that my students made last week until god knows when... I will make coffee so let me know when you are on your way."
"Ok."
"Okay, love you, bye."
"Hm."
And like that Shota was walking back to where the detective was waiting for him. And if he was flushed no one said anything.