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Hot water burned against his hands as he scrubbed the dishes clean. Suds Filled the sink as he poured more dish soap. “Katsuki?” a voice called out to him. He paused and turned around, behind him was his very pregnant wife, Fuji. She was leaning against the countertop, a hand resting on her still growing stomach. Her blue tank top was wrinkled and her sweatpants were stained; Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, she had dark bags underneath her eyes, but she was still the prettiest thing Katsuki has ever seen.
They had met each other in Katsuki’s last year at UA. She was in the year below and in the support class. The support class was each assigned a hero to work with to upgrade their gear. They had been paired together and their relationship had a rocky start, but ultimately took off in the end.
Now, he had a happy life with his ever growing family. Ever growing as in, he’s 36 with 4 daughters and 1 more child on the way. There was Hachi, a 13-year-old who took more after her father than just attitude, with platinum hair and red eyes and his nose. Then there were the identical twins, Naoko and Noriko, both extremely mischievous and merciless; At only 9, they had succeeded in tricking their whole class into believing the teacher was an X-villain, even tricking the teacher himself. Those 2 girls looked like the perfect mix between Katsuki and Fuji: Green eyes, blonde hair, and the combined structures of both. Then there was the youngest (for now), Tamami. She had the coloring of her mother and the facial structure of her father, but her personality leaned more towards Katsuki. Then the soon to be child, Katsuki was excited for this one; He hoped, and begged, and prayed, that it would be a boy. He was outnumbered and desperately needed a comrade to help persevere through the fight of Females VS male.
Katsuki turned off the sink and walked towards Fuji, “yes?” He said, placing his hands firmly on her hips and resting his forehead against hers. A slight smile graced his lips as a soft pink bloomed across Fuji’s face. She narrowed her eyes some, “You’re really weird, you know that?” Katsuki frowned and raised a brow, “How am I the weird one? You’re the one who, after 14 years of being married and 5 kids, still blushes like a virgin.” Fuji’s green eyes glinted with mock anger as she pinched his butt.
Katsuki jumped back and rubbed his behind, “Doughnuts woman!” He cried. After they had Hachi, Katsuki had to give up his cursing ways. It was a long, brutal, and bloody battle, but the females won in the end. He then reached behind him and grabbed one of the hand towels. Fuji’s eyes widened as Katsuki twirled the towel around and turned it into a rat tail. “You wouldn’t,” She said, moving from the counter and taking a few steps back into the dining room. “Oh yes I would,” Katsuki snickered, whipping the rat tail teasingly. “KIDS!” Fuji cried, “COME SAVE YOUR MOTHER!” Thundering footsteps resounded throughout the house as Katsuki’s children ran downstairs.
Katsuki braced for the long battle to come as his children sprinted to the kitchen. He already knew what would happen, Naoko and Noriko would come in first as the speed attack. Hachi would sneak in and attempt an attack from behind while he was dealing with the twins; she would be recording the whole thing for blackmail. Then Tamami would stumble in, normally with a bunch of pillows in hand to supply the twins and Hachi with ammunition. Then Katsuki would proceed to beat them all, stack them on the couch, and sit on them… maybe threaten with a fart and- depending on the insults thrown at him- actually do so. Course, all of this would be in vain, as Fuji will pause time (that’s her quirk) and put Katsuki in a very awkward pose and the females would have won the battle. But this time will be different, Katsuki thought.
The frontal assault came, the twins teleporting through the light and kicking at Katsuki. He dodged them with ease and grabbed at Naoko’s skirt, spinning around he tossed her into the air, knowing that Hachi will have to use her repel quirk to bounce Naoko to safety. Naoko screamed as she flew through the air and bounced over to the couch. When she landed she gasped and dramatically brought one hand to her heart and the other to the air, “Noriko! I’m dying! You must continue on without me!”
Noriko climbed onto the kitchen counter and raised a fist to the air, “My dear sister! I promise to avenge the!”
Katsuki smirked and brought the rat tail back, preparing to strike at Noriko. “Maybe you should pay attention to the enemy instead of the dead, Noriko the Great!” Katsuki said as he proceeded to strike. But the strike never came as Tamami had thrown a pillow in between them.
“HA HA! Your attack has been blocked, villain! Now that The Amazing Tamami is here, you will DIE!” Tamami cried as she held up another pillow, coming in for the attack.
Fuji laughed as she watched her husband fight off her daughters, the battle had been going on for a while now. Naoko had been revived by Tamami and was pounding Katsuki’s back with a pillow. Noriko was hanging off of Katsuki’s arm and yelling about how she will never let go. Hachi had decided that she was done with their little play fight and was now sitting on the counter, phone in hand, recording. And Tamami was standing beside Katsuki, shaking, and whiter than snow.
“Tamami?” Katsuki heard his wife cry, her tone full of worry. Playtime was over. Katsuki instantly turned towards Tamami, she was shivering all over and had the pasty face of a vampire. Katsuki removed Noriko from his arm and dropped to a crouch beside Tamami. Tamami’s eyes were zipping from one place to the other, never staying too long in one spot. Her breathing was rapid as she stood there, paralyzed. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Katsuki asked softly as he placed a hand on Tamami’s cheek and her green eyes zipped towards him, locking onto him like a lifeline. This was a look he had seen before. The look of desperation, confusion, and fear. It was a look he never wanted to see on his children's faces.
“Daddy, I-I feel funny, a-and everything is really blurry,” Tamami whispered, too scared to speak normally.
“Hachi, you and your sister’s go over to the Kirishima’s,” Fuji said, she had her “no arguing” tone and Katsuki didn’t even have to look up to know that the three girls were probably terrified. As Naoko, Noriko, and Hachi left, Katsuki picked up Tamami and moved to the living room. He sat her on the couch and squatted in front of her.
“It’s gonna be alright Tamami, ok?” Fuji said as she followed behind them. Tamami didn’t respond.
“Ah!” Tamami suddenly cried.
“What! What is it Tamami?” Katsuki gripped her hands. Fuji sat down next to Tamami on the couch and went to hug her daughter, but her body passed right through. Horrified was the only way Katsuki could describe the face Fuji made as she leaned back, staring at her hands and then at her daughter.
“Daddy, I can only see you! Where did the house go! Where is Mommy?” Tamami cried as she stared at her father, tears pooling out of her eyes.
“I’m right here baby,” Fuji sobbed as she tried to touch her daughter again, but failed.
Katsuki could only feel pain as his wife reached out to their daughter over and over again, but he had to keep a brave face. “Mommy’s right next to you baby,” He said softly.
Tamami turned her head back and forth searching around, “I don’t see her.” Fuji sucked in a breath and attempted to calm her emotions.
“Can you hear me?” She asked. There was no response as Tamami continued to cry and grip her father.
“Tamami, can you hear your mother?” Katsuki asked and Tamami’s strawberry blonde hair swung as she shook her head.
Katsuki leaned back and noticed that his daughter's body was slowly beginning to fade and flicker. “N-NO, DADDY DON’T GO!” Tamami cried and reached out for her father.
Katsuki pulled her into a deep hug, “I’m here baby,” he whispered into her shaking form. And suddenly, he was hugging nothing.
Katsuki dropped his arms as he stared at the space his daughter used to occupy. He felt nothing, he understood nothing. “Where’s our baby, Katsuki?” Fuji said softly, in as much shock as him.
Aizawa Shouta strolled through UA’s hallway, a rolled yellow sleeping bag in one arm, his teaching plans in the other. So much has been happening with UA this year, that his yellow cocoon has been near him at all times. Unfortunately, rolling around in a sleeping bag isn’t the most efficient way of travel, thus he is forced to do as most and… walk . He sneered at the thought and rounded another corner towards class 1A. Recently he has just been sleeping in 1A’s closet, but, after an uncomfortable encounter with Iida, he has been forced once more to sleep in his house and wake up early to get to work. So here he was, walking to class. Aizawa sighed deeply.
Though he did enjoy how quiet the walk was. No students, and even better, no other teachers (Since most of the teachers weren’t morning people they all agreed not to acknowledge each others presence in the mornings, except for Present Mic of course). Most people that didn't go to UA thought that this school was full of the most pristine and proper… They couldn’t be farther off, Aizawa thought to himself, amused because he knew that he didn’t really fit the UA expectation either. But at least he was relatively sane.
Unlike most days, Aizawa was actually excited for the day to start (he would never show it though). He was going to tell the class about the provisional license test. His favorite part was their reactions, and he was already predicting what would happen. Kirishima would probably get all excited and start talking about how manly everyone will be. Midoriya will start mumbling predictions on what the test is. Bakugou will probably threaten everyone, but most people will just start talking excitedly and he will have to calm them down. He wasn’t going to tell them what the test is though, that was for another time, he was just going to remind them that it’s happening. He knew most, mainly Midoriya, would have forgotten all about it. A lot has happened for this class, more than usual.
As he neared 1A, though, his silent walk was slowly coming to an end. Loud cries began to fill his ears, and Aizawa paused, What the heck? He slowed down as he neared the door. The cries were one that he, unfortunately, has heard before, pure terror. The cry sounded that of a little girl. Aizawa quietly put his sleeping bag and plans down on the floor. Placing a soft hand on the doorknob, Aizawa opened the door.
There, on seat seventeen, sat a little girl, balling her eyes out. She had her arms wrapped around her legs and her face between her knees as she sat on the desk. She was wearing pajamas; an extremely large t-shirt- it looked like an adult male’s- with pajama pants that had little comic book explosions all over it. Her hair was strawberry blonde and matted around her head, probably bed-head. Her tiny body was shaking with every sob.
Aizawa moved slowly towards her, weaving through the desks. “H-hey there kid,” He said hesitantly, not really knowing how exactly to start. The girl froze and looked up slowly, her big green eyes meeting his. Aizawa paused, feeling as though he had seen her before, but pushed the thought away. Aizawa scooted forwards some more, but stopped as the little girl panicked and hopped off the desk. “No, it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you,” He assured her, keeping his tone soft, “I just want to know what you’re doing here.”
Suddenly more tears filled the girl's eyes and she ran forward towards him. Aizawa “oofed” as he was not expecting the force of the little girls hug. “I-I don’t know!” she cried, voice cracking. Aizawa internally groaned, Why am I not even surprised… Normal day? What’s that? He picked her up and sat her back on Bakugou’s desk, but stayed squatting to keep eye level with the girl. “What’s your name, kid?” He asked.
She sniffed and rubbed at her face, “I-It’s Tama-ami,” she hiccuped.
“Alright Tamami, we’re going to figure out what happened ok?” He said and she nodded. He then stood up and started to head towards Nezu, hoping that he was already at school.
“W-wait!” Tamami cried, hopping off the desk and reaching towards Aizawa, “Don’t leave me!” Aizawa turned around and put her back on the desk.
“Listen, I’ll be right back, just stay right here, ok?” He said, patting her head. She nodded, but her eyes were full of worry. He needed her to stay put for multiple reasons. He doesn’t know anything about the girl, or how she got here. And if moving her out of the room could potentially do something, he can’t risk it. Besides, there should be enough time before kids start showing up to get this relatively settled. “Don’t move a muscle,” He said and left after Tamami shouted an “I promise!”
Once Aizawa was a good distance away from the classroom, he released a heavy sigh and continued his treck to Nezu’s office.
Tamami was very scared and very confused. One moment she was playing with her father and the next she was sitting on this desk. It didn’t make any sense, how she got here, why she was here, and where she was. At first, she was terrified, I was hugging daddy so tight, how did he disappear? But things got better when that man came, he was nice to her. So, because he was nice to her, she has to do as he said. I won’t leave this desk even if someone else tells me too! She thought to herself, imagining herself having to fight off some villains to stay on the chair.
Tamami swung her feet back and forth, sitting on her hands, and looked around the classroom. This place was familiar, but she couldn’t remember why. A lot of stuff was familiar, even that man. She didn’t know why, but she felt like the nice man should have some wrinkles and have a streak of white in his hair. Tamami continued to kick her feet. She started to kick faster and faster, causing the chair to turn and shake.
Suddenly she stopped, eyes wide. She then grabbed the desk and turned, the chair went with her. A small mischievous grin found its way onto her lips. He only told me to stay on the chair, he never said that I couldn’t move the chair. She then pushed back from the desk and the chair rolled backward. Tamami’s grin only grew as she began to spin and roll around the classroom.
Time flew as she pretended to be a pirate searching for the secret, magic, cursed, adventure map. And no one noticed as she sailed through the classroom, dodging the dark, delly-rous (she heard that word from her mom during an argument with her dad, she was pretty sure that’s how you said it), dolphins. No one interrupted as she fought against the sand king, Poopy Bun’s, barely coming out of it alive. She then stood up on the chair and pumped a fist, “Boredom begone!” She yelled, mimicking her twin older sister's.
And in that exact moment, the door opened. But it wasn’t who she was expecting.
And she was definitely not what they were expecting.