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Tsunagu Hakamata was ready to admit that he would not be able to tame that child's curls to save his life. Not even Katsuki's hair was that hard, and God, Katsuki's hair was an ordeal. But here he was, staring at the fifth comb that Izuku's hair had destroyed, while listening to Hitoshi and Katsuki laugh while Tenya scolded them. Mei was busy, trying to take the watch apart.
He wonders where he was with his head when he let Katsuki bring his friends home. In fact, he knew it well. He was feeling guilty, because the explosive boy had little interaction with the other kids and had recently made friends. So he thought, look, he thought, that letting Mitsuki's boy bring his friends would be good.
He was wrong, as usual. Sometimes, he wanted to go to the underworld and drag Mitsuki out of there, just so that he could kill her again. After all, where the hell was that woman with the head when she decided that, after her and her husband's death, he should take care of Katsuki?
"You should give up, old man." Katsuki said, trying to stop laughing. The winged child beside him nodded, although he was still in the middle of a laugh.
Izuku's wings trembled restlessly. In the two hours he was there, Hakamata could see how hyperative the boy was. Probably staying in the same position for so long was difficult.
Hakamata sighed, before letting go of the green-haired child. Izuku stretched his wings, clearly relieved.
"Although you failed, I must say that we all appreciate your effort in taming Izukkun's hair, Tsunagu-kun!" Tenya cut the air violently with her hands. Hakamata wondered if Tensei's brother was a robot, sometimes.
"Yes, yes, Kamachan! Thanks for trying!" Izuku smiled, turning to hug him.
"Okay, okay." He sighed, for the umpteenth time that day, patting his greenish head. His eyes turned to Hitoshi, who seemed to have finally recovered from the fit of laughter. "Now it's your turn, Hitoshi."
The boy's bicolored eyes doubled in size and a strangled sound came out of his throat when he stood up, ready to run.
"Not even fucking!" The boy shouted, making Hakamata wonder what kind of education Aizawa was giving the brats. "You will never get me alive."
The pro hero sighed again and raised his right hand, clasping it in a fist. It took two seconds for the fabric of Hitoshi's pants to tighten around his legs, knocking him to the floor.
This time even Tenya was not immune to laughing at the fall of her purple-haired friend, who was now trying to crawl across the carpet.
"I hate you," the boy mumbled, flapping his wings against the floor.
Hakamata smiled warmly. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to take care of those brats.
His attention was attracted by an explosion. His eyes immediately turned to Katsuki, but the boy also seemed to be looking for the source of the sound.
Oh, fuck, Mei was nowhere to be seen.
Okay, he was changing his mind. He would never let those gremlins come home again. Never. Not even if Katsuki gave him a dog's eyes.
Never again, shit.