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Training was going well. Other than getting his ass kicked repeatedly by his mentor, he was able to start noticing his improvements since he started training. Said training had only been a month and a half so far, but he was learning valuable skills that he didn’t have before the sports festival. And he had Eraserhead to thank for that.
The same Eraserhead who had just knocked him flat on his ass for the fifth time today. He was trying, he really was, but no matter what he tried, he didn’t seem to be getting any hits on him.
“You’re definitely improving.” Was he? “Though you could do some good by bending your legs before you kick.” Eraserhead walked over to him and handed him his water bottle. Hitoshi sat up and took the bottle, muttering out thanks. “We’re almost out of time, so once you get back up we’ll do cool down stretches.” Hitoshi nodded and took a swig of his drink.
A buzz came over from the direction of Hitoshi’s bag, and he looked over. Based on the noise, it was a phone call. The only people who called him were his parents, so it might be important. Eraserhead looked over at the source of the noise, then gave a curt nod.
“Be quick about it.” He hopped up and jogged over to his bag, fishing out his phone. Pulling it out of his bag, he saw that it was his mother calling, and he answered.
“Hey mom, I’m almost done with training.” He said. “Can this wait a couple minutes?”
“Actually, that’s kind of the reason I’m calling.” Oh? Her voice sounded a little frazzled. “There was a villain attack and the trains are down, as well as horrendous traffic and an advisory to stay indoors if possible. It’s really bad right now.” What? “They don’t think it’ll be cleared up until late in the night, so I was hoping you could ask a friend if you could stay with them. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with you staying at school past dark.” Hitoshi let out a small groan at the news. Seriously, he’d be stuck away from home till after dark?
“I…don’t exactly have any friends I can just crash with. I could probably find a cafe to hide in until I can get home.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Eraserhead looking over at him. Shit, he’d need to end this conversation before his mentor thought he was slacking off.
“That’s..I don’t know, Toshi.” Crap. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone you can stay with?”
“What’s going on?” And suddenly Eraserhead was right behind him. He flinched and snapped his head towards his mentor, moving the phone away from his mouth to answer.
“A villain attack happened and now I can’t get home until after dark.” Eraserhead looked up, looking at the wall for a couple seconds, then he looked back down at Hitoshi’s crouching figure.
“If your parents are fine with it, you can stay with me until someone can pick you up.” Huh? His teacher was actually offering that? He had heard rumors of Eraserhead expelling students left and right as he pleased, and if Midoriya’s excited rambling was anything to go by, this man was not the type to offer this kind of support. Were the rumors and Midoriya wrong?
“Toshi, are you talking to someone right now?” Oh right, his mom.
“Um, my teacher offered to watch over me until I can get home. Would that be fine?” He heard a sigh of relief from his mother.
“Oh, the one who talked to me about training you, right? I trust him, so that should be fine.” He looked back up at Eraserhead and nodded, who in turn gave a quick nod before turning back to the gym center.
“Hurry up so we can do cool downs.” He gave his farewells to his mother before he ran back over to complete his training for the day.
On the outside, Hitoshi was cool as a cucumber. His face was in its neutral resting bitch face, and he was listening to his music as Midnight drove him and Eraserhead to the latter’s apartment. Apparently his usual ride had to go do something before Eraserhead was finished with training. Kind of a dick move, but alright.
But on the inside, oh, Hitoshi was freaking out. He was sitting in a car with his idol and going to his home. This was, like, doing nothing to calm the mega fanboy within him. The man that he had looked up to all of his life was not only training him but giving him a safe place to stay until he could get back home. This was amazing.
As they rode up the elevator after saying goodbye to Midnight, who apologized for not being able to stay longer, strange, Hitoshi got to thinking. What kind of space was Eraserhead’s apartment like? Given his attire that screamed hobo unless you knew him, he wouldn’t be surprised if he only drank his jelly packets and his only possession was his sleeping bag. Which would be a little awkward, but not surprising. But the lobby of the apartment complex looked nice. Like, really nice. At least upper middle class nice. Before his quirk came in, he had a friend who lived in this kind of apartment and the place was fancy. Four bedrooms and a huge kitchen kind of fancy. So his mentor had to make good money to live here. But knowing his mentor, it was kind of hard to see. Especially if he lived alone. And given his attitude towards others, he really couldn’t see him living with others.
They exited the elevator and walked down the hallway while Hitoshi was still thinking. They stopped in front of a door, and while Eraserhead fished out his keys he began to speak.
“Just so you’re aware, I live with two other people.” Oh? Color him surprised. But it does make sense if the place is as nice as he gathered from the lobby and elevator.
“Two roommates?” He asked, trying to make conversation. “That’s nice.”
“Well, one loud pest and my daughter.” And he unlocked the door and walked in, leaving Hitoshi to process that info bomb. He had a daughter?! Eraserhead stuck his head back out and motioned for him to follow, which Hitoshi did. Eraserhead kicked off his boots and slung his capture weapon onto a coat hook at the entrance, and while Hitoshi was pulling off his shoes and still processing, he announced his presence.
“I’m back. And I’ve got Shinso with me.” He straightened back up as a blonde figure poked his head around the corner. “He’s not able to get home anytime soon, so I offered to watch him until then.” The figure nodded, then turned to Hitoshi. Something was vaguely familiar about this person, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Hey little listener! Welcome to our home.” And now he knew who it was.
“P-present Mic-sensei?” The blonde nodded and shot him finger guns.
“The one and only! Do you like okonomiyaki?” Hitoshi dumbly nodded. “Cool! I’ve finished it up, so I’ll grab a plate for you.” And he disappeared back around the corner. Hitoshi was still standing in the doorway. His heroics mentor was roommates with his English and homeroom teacher and had a daughter? Hang on, were they just roommates? Or were they together?
“Come on in.” Eraserhead waved at him. “They don’t bite.” Hitoshi gulped and took a step forward. This was going to be an interesting night.
Eraserhead-er, Aizawa’s daughter looked nothing like him or Yamada. But she did have his messy black hair. She had been sitting at the coffee table drawing on a piece of paper when he got out of the entrance, and she looked up at him and gave him a big smile and wave before being told to go wash up for dinner. And now it was dinnertime and she seemed to be shoveling food down her mouth as if her life depended on it.
“Sayu, slow down.” Aizawa scolded lightly. “You’ll choke if you're not careful.” Sayu put her fork down and mumbled out an apology before turning her head to Hitoshi.
“Why are you here?” Ah, the joys of children and their blunt questions. He was used to it from his cousins whenever they met up for family events.
“I couldn’t get home so your dad let me stay here after training.” He answered, taking another bite of his food.
“Oh, sorry about your tests.” Huh? What was she talking about?
“Sayu, he’s not one of my hero students. I’m helping him get into the hero course.” Aiawa explained. It was weird how he was acting once they stepped into the apartment. No longer was he gruff and harsh, but instead he was smiling and talking with patience Hitoshi never thought he would see. Was this the wonders of a child?
“Yeah, Shinso is my student. He didn’t have a test in that stack of papers.” Huh?
“So I didn’t paint his test?” Hold up.
“Paint my test?” He asked. Aizawa sighed and Yamada put down his fork, a grin growing on his face.
“Okay little listener, this is such a funny story.”
“Hizashi, no-” His mentor’s pleas went ignored as his homeroom teacher launched into the story.
“So Sho had forgotten to grade his student’s tests for one reason or another and brought them home to grade so he could give them back the next day. He left them in the office and went to get a coffee, and when he came back, the papers were missing.” Yamada leaned back in his chair as he recounted the story. “He searched the entire place trying to figure out where he left the papers, and not once did he think about asking Sayu if she grabbed them.”
“Why would she take the tests?”
“I’ll get there. By the time I arrive with Nemuri, he still hasn’t found the papers and wants us to help.” Who’s Nemuri?
“That’s Midnight.” Aizawa answered for him.
“Yeah, and she asks where Sayu is, and why she’s so quiet, which is never a good sign with children if you can’t see them, ya dig? Before Sho can go find her, she comes running out of her room with paint on her clothes and hands.” Oh no, he can see where this is going. “She said she messed up and ripped a paper that she was painting on, and she can’t reach the paper in the office, so she said she grabbed papers off of Sho’s desk.”
“She took the tests and painted on them?” Hizashi nodded.
“Yep, but not just the tests. It was on her walls, the carpet, her bed, everywhere!” Hitoshi’s eyes widened at that.
“To be fair, Hizashi is also to blame, he left his paint set out where she could reach it.” Yamada shrugged in response to Aizawa’s deadpan accusation.
“You were the adult at home, you never checked in with your daughter.” He turned his attention back to Hitoshi. “Anyways, not only were the tests illegible because of the paint, the test she got frustrated with was Iida’s, so she ripped his test up!” Hitoshi looked over at Aizawa, sneaking a glance at Sayu, who was back to shoveling food down her mouth.
“Did your class retake the test?” Aizawa shook his head and Hitoshi’s jaw dropped slightly.
“I had already taken too long to grade the tests, so I just gave them all full points.” He then leveled Hitoshi with a glare. “You are to never mention this to my class.”
“They don’t know what happened?” Aizawa shook his head and crossed his arms.
“You’re the only student I teach who knows I have a daughter.” Oh, that felt…like he was being trusted with very important info.
“I will stay quiet about the tests then.” Aizawa nodded and looked over at Sayu.
“Munchkin, what did I say about food?” Sayu apologized again and started eating slower this time. The table fell into a comfortable atmosphere, Yamada talking about his day while the other three listened to him. But the entire time, Hitoshi kept glancing between his two teachers. His question from earlier was still in his head, but it felt too intrusive to ask. So he was trying to see if he could find visual clues that gave him an answer. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t being subtle enough.
“What are you looking at?” Sayu asked him, causing the adults to turn their attention towards him. Crap. Why did the child have to call him out? Everyone was looking at him, waiting for an answer, so he decided to just bite the bullet.
“Uh, I was just curious, um, are you and, and Yamada-sensei, yknow…” He gestured between the two, hoping that they would understand what he was trying to ask. Aizawa just raised his brow at Hitoshi’s failure to communicate.
“I don’t know. Care to elaborate?” Dammit.
“Together?” Yamada’s face lit up in understanding and he shook his head.
“Nah, just friendly roommates.” Aizawa sighed as he finally understood.
“What about our interactions made you think we were together?” Hitoshi felt his face heat up. This was a mistake.
“W-well, two dudes living together with a kid who doesn’t look like either of them, my brain just came up with that as the first explanation.” Hitoshi flinched as his teacher let out a loud laugh. Sayu covered her ears and tucked in on herself, which prompted Aizawa to erase Yamada’s quirk. Even silent, he was still laughing.
“It’s not that funny Hizashi.” Sayu removed her hands from her ears and looked at her dad.
“What’s uncle Hizashi laughing about?” Aizawa released his quirk, rubbing at his eyes and reaching into his pocket, probably searching for his eye drops, giving Yamada a chance to speak.
“Little hummingbird, you have so few features that match your dad that Shinso thought you were adopted!” Sayu tilted her head.
“Why is that funny?” Yamada shrugged and picked his fork back up.
“Just find it funny that you’re basically a mini version of your mom, minus the hair color.” And at that, Sayu whipped her head over to Hitoshi.
“You wanna see a picture of my mom?” Hitoshi nodded his head slowly, unsure of how the topic changed so quickly. That was enough confirmation for Sayu to launch herself out of her seat and run down the hallway.
“Sayu, wait!” Aizawa had finished with his eyedrops and hopped out of his seat, chasing his daughter down. “Dinner first!”
“Well,” Yamada chuckled. “Get ready for family history after dinner.” Oh boy.