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“You're absolutely sure you don't want me to stay home with you?” Aizawa said making sure he had his wallet in his back pocket.
“Yes, go out with your friends, you have hardly spent time with them since we got married. I know you see Nemuri and Hizashi every day, but when was the last time you saw Tensei Iida? I'll be fine, and all 21 of our kids will be fine. We're watching a movie about lions tonight, how rowdy can that get?” All Might turns from the stove where he's just finished an ungodly amount of caramel popcorn.
“Those heathens are not my children,” Eraser says popping on his toes for a cheek kiss and to steal a bit of hit popcorn from the pot. “Ow hot...don't let Eri eat too much of that she'll get sick, and save some for me...like everything you make its fucking amazing.” he says heading for the doors loud chuckle following him, a set of nerves kicking back in. “You'll call me if anything happens right…”
“Yes, now go. But be careful. I love you.”
Those 3 simple words quickly erase the nerves bungling up faster then he could erase anyone's quirk. “I love you too.”
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He to make it out of the dorms without having to pry a 6 year old from his legs, she was to distracted watching the class play video games to care, nothing but a simple “bye dad given to him. He sitting in a dim lit shop, not a bar, filling out paperwork, just as he sings the last piece a girl looking to be in her late twenties comes out holding a giant piece of paper.
“You ready?” she says sweetly. He nods his head and places the clipboard on the reception desk.
The girl takes him to another room, where a black bench covered in plastic wrap is set up, tiny jars of black ink on a silver table. “Okay shirt off so I can place the stencil.”
He sheds the black Vneck, as the girl places the paper on his left side. “You're absolutely sure you want it on your ribs, it hurts like a bitch. And there are some scar as here….” she says aligning the paper with bits of tape.
“I'm sure.”
“Okay…”
A few minutes later he is laying on said table arm slung over his head, a loud buzzing echoing in the room. The girl was right, it did hurt like a bitch, like forty bitches really.
“I hope it's okay to ask, but you got a lot of scars, I thought you said you were a teacher how does a teacher get scared, got some wild kids?” she says for a second when the buzzing stopped.
“I'm a pro hero too…” he says biting his inner cheek as the needles dig in again.
“Ah….very cool. I don't know of a whole lot of pros with big pieces like this….well there's one I can think of….and he cried when he got his ribs done.”
“Was he a loud blonde?”
The girl barks out of a laugh “Yup. How'd you guess.”
“I have the misfortune of knowing that baby.”
The girl laughs again, and soon silence falls across the room well other then the buzzing. His phone buzzes in his hand, a text from his husband,
‘Sorry, I told them to leave you some….I'll make a special batch for you tomorrow. <3’ and a picture of a practically locked clean bowl. He tries to stifle the laugh building, he didn't deserve that man.
A few hours later and the buzzing stopped for good. Cold solution made him flinch back a little his ribs felt like they had just gone through a cheese grater. It was bandaged and he was given strict instructions on how to take care of. Once he was out the door he checked his phone. ‘’2:47 am.’ and two other texts from his husband, one about him putting their daughter to bed, the other about him going to bed.
He .managed to make it into the dorms quietly, the class of young heroes already in bed. And his apartment was just as easy. But getting into bed in a comfortable spot would be the real challenge. Sleeping on his back, despite how much he hated it seemed logical.
He started to drift off to sleep until an arm snaked its way across him, and rested on his sore spot.
“Babe, move your arm...my side hurts..” he whispered opening one eye to see his husband resting his forehead on his shoulder, one blue eye opening.
“What happened?” he says voice thick with sleep as he pulled the arm away.
“Nothing I just bumped it on something at the bar. Go back to sleep.”
The next morning was difficult to say the least, after being gone all night Eri was ecstatic to see him, and quickly bolted for a hug, and to be picked up. Which now could he not she was to cute to ignore. Of course during the hug she managed to kick his tattoo causing him to wince in pain.
“I'm sorry….” the girl said panic flashing across her face. “I didn't mean to hurt you…”
“You didn't sweetie, I hurt my side last night don't worry. “
“If it hurts you that bad you really should let Recovery Girl look at it.”Toshi said setting down Eri's breakfast.
“It'll be alright in a couple of weeks.” he said dropping the child in her seat, “Shinso still asleep?”
“he's not even here.” Eri said mouthful of food. “He spent the night with his boyfriend.” incredibly sassy tone to her voice.
“Toshi…” Aizawa said easing down across from Eri with coffee.
“Look I gave Young Kaminari the if you hurt my son I'll kill you talk, they're good boys, and you know your son well enough to know that the only thing he wants to do in a bed is sleep.” he said turning away from the counter looking at Shouta who was gently holding his side. “And you're going to call recovery girl about that side, or at least let me look at it.”
“I don't need her help. It will be fine in a couple weeks like I said.”
“Then let me see it…”
With the look on his face Shouta knew he wants going to win this one at all. So he stood up lifted his pajama shirt, a huge all might shirt that hug off one shoulder, and showed the bandage covering it. “See? Im Fine its bandaged and everything”
“come here. Eri stay there.” Toshi says grabbing his wrist pulling him towards their bathroom “Pull that bandage off…” all might said digging through the cabinets for their first aid kit, more angry then worried. It hurt like hell but the bandage was slowly eased off, and the cool air actually took some of the sting away.
“I didn't want to show you while it was still raw and gross, and it's going to get nastier after this, but in two weeks it'll be better. That's when I was going to show you.” Aizawa said watching Toshinori turn around from the cabinet, blue eyes going wide, and mouth practically hitting the floor.
On Shouta's left said was a big sunflower, in bright colors but still angry and red. “You got a tattoo?” his husband said fingers hovering above it following it from petals to stem, where two cats where curled up sleeping under it, a gray one and a white one.
“The sunflowers for you…..and the kittens are for Hitoshi and Eri...its sappy I know.”
“No. It's not sappy it's beautiful. And must have hurt. The rib cage is a horribly sensitive area.”
“How the fuck would you….” he goes to start and gets a pointed face for Toshinori. “Right you do know.”
That breaks the face, and earns him a laugh. “it's much prettier than what I have on my side that's for sure, and I guess we kind of match.”
“That was the point.” eraser said with a sweet smile. The kind only Toshinori got to see. He kisses Aizawa’s temple through long dark locks.
“I love you.” he whispers feeling an arm shake around his neck.
“I love you too..”