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(This Isn't A Cat, Shouta)
Hitoshi literally didn’t sleep. He needed to stay awake against the nightmares, to be prepared if the two men decided to “play” with him. A pale and shaking hand rose to his face, tracing the indentations of the now long-gone muzzle. The boy wanted to trust the adults, but every one proved why he couldn't.
In a moment of impulsivity, Hitoshi jumped out of the bed and wandered to the kitchen. The path was devoid of the two men and Hitoshi was grateful for that. He entered the kitchen and froze. Eraserhead was there in all his hero gear. Hitoshi's breath caught in his throat. Was he in trouble for leaving his room? Was that one of the rules? The boy's head swam with rising panic and swirling questions. The pro-hero caught sight of him and started toward him. Hitoshi grabbed at his face, the muzzle cutting off his breathing.
"-toshi. Hitoshi."
His name whispered softly lapped gently against his panicked mind. Alongside that voices, he registered that his hands were being held by his stomach instead of loving at his face. Despite that, Hitoshi's chest still moved too fast.
The voice swam through the boy's muddled mind, "Can you take a deep breath, Hitoshi?"
He felt himself nod without conscious permission. The inhale was closer to a stuttered gasp but earned praise nonetheless. The next few minutes progressed like that. Hitoshi's vision cleared ("When had it blurred?") and saw he was sitting on the floor, Eraserhead in front of him. A wave of panic surged, threatening to wash over him again. Hitoshi pulled back but realized his hands were still being held. A frantic whine escaped the boy's mouth. His hands were released and Hitoshi bolted.
The room might not have been his, but Hitoshi felt calm as he entered. He quickly locked the door and fell into the bed. Tears fell and sobs erupted, but Hitoshi still couldn't convince sleep to claim him.
(Problem Twins of Class 1-A)
The couch wasn't the most comfortable thing with two teenagers refusing to let go of you, but Shouta refused to attempt to separate them. Aizawa knew what had gone down at Kamino. He saw the boys collapse on themselves when they realized they were safe. What really sealed it was the reactions following Hizashi's attempts to take one off his husband: Shouto grabbing his hand desperate to stay close to something safe; Katsuki ready to defend himself and fight to protect his safety. Now both boys were asleep, trying to become one with Shouta's clothing.
Hizashi came back, piling all their spare futoms and blankets on the floor. Shouta swore his husband was crazy until the blond elaborated. It was deep into the right by the time Shouta found himself in basically a nest with an ash-blond on one side and a two-tone one on the other. Despite his insomniac tendencies, Shouta found himself drifting to sleep faster than he had in years.
A well-aimed punch to the kidneys was a hell of a wake-up call, Shouta discovered as he shot up at the pain. The man panted through the pain that had increased when he sat up suddenly. Soft crying made him turn his head.
Just off the futons sat the boys. Todoroki had Bakugo on his lap, his right side taking the brunt of the other boy's explosions. The half-and-halfed problem child didn't flinch or react except to keep covering his arm and hand in protective ice. The sight streamlined Aizawa fully awake fast enough to make his head spin. He made his way to the duo. He placed a hand on Shouts's shoulder. The poor boy flinched. but recovered when he recognized the underground hero.
"I can take it from here, kid."
Nothing showed on the boy's face, "It's okay, sensei. I've had worse."
Oh, it was too early for this shit.
"I don't doubt that, kiddo," Aizawa said. hoping to placate the boy, "But both of you need sleep."
A puzzled look twisted Todoroki's face, "But I wasn't kidnapped."
"This isn't a competition, Todoroki."
"I know, Aizawa-sensei."
Instead of asking again, Shouta took Bakugo into his own arms. Without the explosions against it, the ice on the dual-quirked boy's arm melted. If Shouta hadn't needed to be more focused on the whimpering boy in his arms, he would've displayed horror at the buns littering Todoroki's arm. Instead he laid back down., holding Bakugo. Shouts stood up.
"Where's your first aid kit?" he asked.
Shouta told him and watched him leave the room.
It really was too late for this.
(The Fourth and Last Child)
Yamada had gotten up around midnight for a glass of water and went to check on the young girl in the guestroom. She was moving frantically under her covers, clearly having one of many nightmares to come. Hizashi entered. planning on waking the poor girl. He barely got over the threshold when he remembered his husband's words before he even brought Eri home.
"I'm the safest person to be near her for now due to my quirk," he had said sadly, shoulders slumping under the responsibility.
With that, the blond made his way back to their bed. Aizawa was sleeping for once and despite Hizashi wishing he didn't have to, he shook his husband awake. The raven's eyes cracked open bleary and glazed. He stared at Hizashi in the dark and the blond spoke before Shouta could.
"Eri's having a nightmare."
The underground hero switched from civilian mode so fast and was on his way to his little girl. Hizashi trailed behind in case the two would need anything. The two men arrived in Eri's room. Shouta activated his quirk and shook the young girl awake. She bolted up and Hizashi saw the scream that came with consciousness. Eri frantically scanned the room before her eyes landed on Shouta. She burst into tears and flung herself into his arms. The two didn't seem to need anything so Hizashi made his way back to bed.
Later, the mattress dipping woke Hizashi’s heightened senses. He opened his eyes, seeing his husband and Eri. The blond moved to the side, effectively letting Shouta know he was awake. Without a word, both man and child were tucked under the warm blankets.
"Is she okay?" Hizashi signed.
"She will be," he replied robotically.
"How about you?"
"I'm always fine." He looked like he had planned on saying more, but… "Good night, Zashi."
He rolled over and effectively ended the conversation. With Eri safely caged between Shouta's back and his front, Hizashi followed his husband (and daughter) to dreamland.
(We Don't Kidnap Heroes, Hizashi)
Eight o'clock rolled around in the Yamada-Aizawa household; Shouta had already taken Eri for her bedtime routine, Hitoshi opted to stay with the two adults for the night, and the "twins" had left for the dorms not long after dinner had finished. That left Hizashi and Hawks on the couch.
Eight wasn't the official bedtime of the household, but everyone had adopted it as the wind-down once Eri had joined their little family. It wasn't uncommon for Hitoshi to stay up late either doing homework or watching videos. At the same time, Shouta and Hizashi usually did couple-ly things. The Voice Hero would be lying if he said he wasn't trying to get to bed as fast as possible. He and Shouta had started a new mystery book and he knew both of them were excited to read the next chapter together.
The blond got to his feet and held his hand out for the ash-blond's own. The younger pro hesitated, clearly out of his element. Hizashi shoved that thought down; there were better times to entertain those thoughts. So all Hizashi did was pull his hand back. The younger hero still made no more to stand up. Hizashi, in a moment of impulsivity, knelt down. The formerly-feathered hero flinched.
"Hawks," the Voice hero whispered.
The other man flinched and whimpered, "Don't say that."
Hizashi’s eyebrows drew close, "Say what?"
A shiver ran through Hawks' body, "That name."
"Hawks?"
In a flash, Hizashi had the younger man's hand gripping his shirt and a murderous glare in his face. Hawks looked ready to tear the man's throat out as he growled, "That one! Stop saying it like I'm still a damn hero!"
Hirashi found himself on his knees. Hawks had his knees pulled up to his chest.
"What do you want me to call you?"
Hawks' head shot up. " You don't know?" he asked incredulously.
Seeing the blank look on the Voice hero's face, he continued on.
Hawks let out a huff of disbelief, "You really don't know."
He stood up and started pacing, giddiness clear in his voice, "Oh my god. You don't know! Oh my god!"
All Hizashi could do was stay still and watch the younger man. It was only when the words went from joy to stuttering cries did he move. The voice hero wrapped Hawks in a hug and the young man dug his face into Hizashi’s neck.
The two blonds ended up spending Hawks’ first night on the couch.