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Throughout all the years of being the parent to one rambunctious and scarily intelligent child, Shouta had learned a fair amount of things, one of which was that if he thought his schedule was hectic before it was nothing compared to having a child underfoot, another thing was that he needed to invest in an industrial sized coffee machine because his was just about dead.
He also knew that he wouldn't ever change his life now for the world, because his kid? She was smart, she was reckless and one of these days? She was definitely going to send him to an early grave or at the very least give him a heart attack, but he knew she'd be one of the best damn hero's out there.
Her foolhardy attempts at heroism did not stop with rescuing the cat. (now named Skidmark, or Skid and currently sleeping on the couch.) oh no, it now began to extend to other things.
Some were small things like helping old women cross the street, cleaning up any litter she happened to see, even helping some people with their groceries when they seemed to be having trouble.
Other things however involved black eyes, like right now.
Also, if the bastard principle thought he was buying the whole 'delinquent' crap then he was sorely mistaken.
“So, let me get this straight.” his voice cut off the man's as effectively as a hot knife through butter.
“according to you, my daughter started a fight with a.. third year, correct? Who is both thrice her size and four times her weight with an endurance quirk therefore making it harder for him to get injured.” the stupid man nodded slowly as if Shouta was the mentally impaired one.
“And according to You he had only been 'roughhousing' with a first year boy, roughhousing that led to no less then five separate bruises, two broke fingers, and a bleeding nose, roughhousing that two separate teachers saw and did not put a stop to.” unable to help himself Shouta found himself standing if only to let the restless energy inside his limbs get some use.
“I do not know about you, but that does not sound like simple schoolyard play fighting, and it got so bad that my daughter felt the need to step in to protect the boy, who according to another witness I spoke to was on the ground and screaming for help, to which the teachers did Nothing.”
Rage was a familiar emotion, despite how he looked he was not always as calm as he liked others to think and incompetence? Especially the kind that put children in danger?
“Now Mr. Aizawa I assure you, the children are always our number one concern, perhaps young Kenshin got a little carried away but that doesn't mean he deserves to be put in the infirmary, least of all in such a way as your Daughter did.”
Dark eyes blinked slowly and distantly he could hear the clock in the office tick passed the roaring in his ears.
“My Daughter was perfectly justified to protect both that boy and herself seeing as everyone here seems so unwilling to do so, on that note I'm withdrawing both her and my nephew and contacting the authorities to launch a full investigation on both you and this school and all the people who work here, I hope you have good lawyers, I guarantee mine will be better.”
Turning he didn't even listen to the sputtered protests and it was pettiness that made him let the door slam closed behind him, though he couldn't help but feel slightly satisfied by it all the same.
In front of him and sitting quietly both Izumi and Hitoshi looked up, his daughter had a bruise on her jaw and was missing a tooth, but other then that she was relatively unharmed.
The third year who had been terrorizing the school yard was still in the nurses office with a dislocated knee and elbow and a mild concussion.
The looks he was receiving from both children almost made him break his poker face but he merely nodded his head and like ducklings after their mother two pairs of footsteps followed after him as they left the school.
Getting to the parking lot and the car Shouko had lent him he opened the drivers side back door and silently his nephew and kid both climbed inside meekly.
“Buckle up.” he reminded mildly and shut the door, getting into the car and putting it into drive after pulling the seat belt and clicking it in.
“U-.. uhm, dad?” the soft tone nearly did him in and he glanced into the rear view mirror to see Izumi fiddling with her fingers.
“We didn't... didn't mean to get into trouble.”
Oh, well Shouta knew that, no one ever meant to get into trouble and unfortunately for the pro hero, he just happened to adopt the one kid that attracted it worse then flies to honey.
Turning the corner he pulled into a certain parking lot and then up to the window.
“Uhm...” the confusion was almost as satisfying as letting that door slam and the tinny voice asked him what he'd like.
“four ice cream sundae's, put as much chocolate fudge on them as the containers can handle, hold the pineapple.” he said, voice deadpan and there was a slightly stunned silence both inside the car and over the microphone before the woman told him his total.
“Wait, I thought we were in trouble, you aren't going to eat them in front of us, are you?” Hitoshi's accusing tone made the man snort and he finally relaxed his muscles and let a slight smirk pull up the corners of his lips.
“You both aren't in trouble, and are you kidding? You know I hate sweets.” pulling to the next window he paid for the desserts and ignored the looks his bedraggled appearance got before setting the treats on the passengers side.
“What you did was a bit stupid, but only in the fact that you two needed to do it in the first place, a school is suppose to be where you can learn in a safe environment and yeah, bullies are a dime a dozen, but it shouldn't have ever gotten to the point where you both had to step in, an adult should have.” a red stop light blazed in front of the car and he rubbed at his burning eyes, taking a moment to fish out some eye drops and blinking hard at the faint sting before blessed relief came.
“So no I'm not upset with you two, I'm actually a bit impressed, your team work could use improvement but it was effective nonetheless.” the stunned silence made him grin faintly before it dropped at a soft sniffle.
“Uh oh.” Hitoshi muttered before Mt. Izumi went off and he cursed under his breath.
“Iz-.. Izumi stop crying! We've talked about this!”
And as always it was as effective as oil on fire.
Well, at least he came prepared with ice cream.
Once he got both children to his apartment and was attacked by two brats that seemed starved for validation (and hugs) he was able to wrangle them to the couch with their ice cream, placed the extra two in the fridge, and got to work rubbing some bruise cream onto his problem child's jaw and apparently, her upper arm.
Luckily despite the fact sugar usually had the 'wonderful' added effect of making kids hyper, both his brats were tired and worn out from their ordeal and conked out right there on the sofa, to which Shouta tossed a blanket over top them and Skid situated himself between the two kids, purring up a storm and kneading the blanket.
Standing over the sleeping brats and just watching them for a while he released a slow even breath and turned, walking to the kitchen so he didn't wake them he pulled out his cellphone to dial a number, luckily it only rang twice before it was picked up.
“Nezu? Yeah I need a favor”
Later that night when the children were placed in Izumi's room to sleep after eating a decent meal, brushing their teeth and snuggling with their respective parental figure, Shouta and his sister were leaning on the kitchen counter looking at different school options and making their way through the two sundaes.
“I like this one, it's closer to where I work that way if something happens I can get there quickly.” Shouko pointed at one and the pro hero squinted before shaking his head.
“I asked Nezu about it and apparently it's under investigation for missing funds, not the best bet I think, maybe this one?” he asked, showing his sibling one that was right between U.A and the train station while slowly working some fudge off his spoon.
“Meh, it could work but, you know.. we could always try a private school? Its not like either of us are hurting for cash, what with my work and yours, it might be a better option all around.”
Shouta hummed and thought about it.
Logically what with his job at U.A and his hero work he really wasn't hurting for money, and honestly the way they lived was only because he was frugal by nature and while private schools had their own drawbacks, he also knew from second hand knowledge that they were more strict when it came to bullying.
And then he remembered one and hummed again.
“I know of one, remember Tensei?” he asked and began scrolling through his phone.
“I think, you went to school with him, right?” she asked curiously and he nodded before sending a quick text.
“Yeah, he used to go to this private school before U.A and I think his younger brother goes there now.”
a reply back and Shouta quickly thanked the other pro before pulling up the internet and searching, it only took putting the name in and he was pulling the schools website up while Shouko leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder.
“Soumei? I didn't know they did both elementary and junior programs, and the prices aren't as bad as I thought.” Shouta hummed and ladled another helping of half melted ice cream and fudge into his mouth as he mulled it over.
It indeed wasn't as pricey as he would have thought, though his frugalness had sat up and hissed just faintly at it anyway.
But even if he were to fork over the money for a private school it wasn't like it would really put a dent into anything, U.A was the leading heroics school in japan, the paycheck was nothing to sneeze at.
“Think you can cover it? I can help out if not.” he both asked and stated but only got elbowed in the side.
“I wouldn't have suggested it if I couldn't Shouta, Renji and I are doing well, he even got that promotion a while ago, remember?”
The hero hummed with a nod, he remembered but old habits died hard, for so long it had just been him, Shouko and Hitoshi.
Then the red head had fumbled into their lives and became fixated on his sister and no amount of threats about bodily harm had deterred the man and in the end he had proven himself.
Barely.
“Alright, but if you have any problems just let me know.”
The smack to the back of his head was expected and he took it with good grace, good grace being shoving her.
What happened next was a carefully constructed game of cat and mouse that somehow ended with them both splattered liberally with the remains of their ice cream sundaes and Shouta somehow missing his left sock.
All in all a pretty good end to the day.