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Loop # 30

Getting the pair back to his home had taken more coaxing then he was willing to admit. Shoto was overly trusting, as was expected of a six-year-old boy but Touya was more skittish than a feral cat and seemed to only give in because of Eri babbling in her stroller. 

Had they been his students and he hadn’t been so worried about getting them off the streets he would have pointed out traffickers use young children posed as family members to lure people in all the time, but if it got the Todorokis to come with him he’d take their trust in Eri’s cute face any day. 

The two-bedroom apartment he currently had was meant to be for him and Eri when she got older, but he was still hesitant to have her outside of his sight. He guessed it was lucky then that he kept her crib in his room and the second bedroom was still decked out as a guest room, with futons rolled up in the corner so that the boys he knew couldn’t sleep well on a western-style bed would be comfortable. 

Touya seemed dumbfounded when Aizawa showed them the lock on the bedroom door and handed over the key he had for emergencies for when Eri was older. He wouldn’t point out he could pick the lock if he needed to, but handing over the key caused more surprise than he expected. 

“You’re letting us keep you out of your own room?” 

Shouta rolled his eyes, “As long as you decide to stay, it’s your room. I’m not going to break your privacy unless I think you’re doing something that where you’re causing harm to each other or yourselves. As it stands, you don’t trust me, so feel free to keep me out. The fire escape is also out of your window so if you decide to leave you can go that way if you don’t want to go out the front door. I just ask that you leave the door unlocked if you chose that path so I don’t have to go up the fire escape to get back into the room.”

He felt his heartbreak at the shell shocked look on the boys’ faces but just kept going as if he didn’t, “We passed the kitchen, liquor is already locked up so don’t even try otherwise feel free to eat everything other then Eri’s apples, I’m dealing with her crying because you ate all of them. Bathrooms across the hall. Do you need anything else tonight or would you prefer to head to bed and talk more in the morning?” 

“Why are you being so nice to us?” 

Shouta raised an eyebrow but shrugged, bouncing a nearly asleep Eri on his hip, “Because you’re just kids that look like you needed some help. If you’re still here in the morning we’ll need to go talk to the police so I don’t get accused of kidnapping but otherwise I just want you two to be safe.” 

“Thank You, Mr. Aizawa. ” Shoto whispered, poking his head out from behind Touya’s leg. Shouta couldn’t stop his lips from twitching upward as he crouched down and lightly ruffled the boy’s two-toned hair. 

“Anytime, kid.” 

“Shoto,” 

“Anytime, Shoto.” 

Touya looked conflicted but he nudged Shoto towards the bathroom, casting a sideways glance at the older man, “Come on squirt, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

“I’m putting Eri down then I’ll be in the living room grading papers if you need anything. I can set out some clothes if you’d like beforehand though.” 

“... Yes please,” Touya whispered, “Thanks.” 

“No problem, bud.” 

“It’s Touya, Mr. Aizawa.” 

“And it’s just Shouta or Aizawa. I get enough Mr. Aizawa’s from my students.” 

The night went smoothly after that, and with morning came a visit to Tsukauchi. It was only a few short hours later that the boys were placed in Shouta’s care for protective custody. 

He wasn’t expecting to cross patches with another Leaguer so soon afterward, but only a week later as he was leaving Hizashi’s moms’ house with his two new sons each sporting a new white as snow hairstyle, courtesy of Hizashi’s mama’s color-changing quirk, and he saw an all too familiar head of straggly blue hair stumbling along the street. Crusty brown covered his hands, splashed along his clothes. 

“Sho?” Mic asked before his eyes followed his friends and his face fell, “Oh…” 

“He needs help,” 

“Softie,” 

Shouta glared at him, but Hizashi waved him off, “Let me.” 

He hesitated, “Okay, just be careful, don’t scare him.” 

Hizashi moved closer young Shigaraki… No this wasn’t the villain that disintegrated his elbow anymore then Touya was the scared villain that had given his students third-degree burns, this was Tenko Shimara, a traumatized child with a quirk that may or may not be his own to start with. 

He really had a habit of collecting problem children.

Maybe he could use this to his advantage… 

Shouta didn’t even look up from the first year paperwork as the twenty students passed out around him, checking for any changes to the timeline as he waited for the kids’ looping memories to return to them. 

Groggily they all resurfaced, looking around at each other trying to determine if they could speak. 

“Welcome back problem children,” He greeted, cutting through the usual tension, “Nice to see all of you awake.” 

Shoto’s eyes shot to the front and Aizawa couldn’t stop the smirk from pulling to his lips as the kid paled. 

“Oh my god,” The newly returned duel haired teen whispered, “Oh mY GOD!” 

“What’s wrong?” Midoriya asked instantly, turning searching eyes on his friend. 

Aizawa hummed as his son glared at him, “How about I start this time with changes since I’ve been here for way too long.”

A simple click to his mouse and his screen saver was projected for his whole class to see. 

“Meet my family, There’s me, and my biological daughter Eri in the middle. Next are my sons  Shoto and Touya, both of whom recently changed from the white hair they had most of their lives back to their natural colors, and lastly, we have Ikki or Mustard as he likes to be called. Next is my best friend Hizashi and his daughter Himiko, and his son, Tenko. You might recognize Hizashi and Touya as the pro heroes Present Mic and Phoenix. Tenko, on the other hand, is joining the support department this year so you might see him around the school.” 

“Holy shit,” Hagakura whispered. 

“Did sensei really just adopt the whole league?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Shouta scoffed, “Only the ones that were under the age of eighteen.” 

Momo was giggling helplessly as Shoto face planted down on his desk, “I always pictured this from All Might, not you, sir.”  

“You’re all my problem children first, so shush.” 

Loop # 31

Of all the things they expected to come from Midoriya’s formal teardown of Endeavor, Hawks showing up to campus and quietly asking to speak with All Might was not one of them. 

And yet the twenty-something winged hero stood in the Teachers’ dorm commons looking shaken and confused. Yagi had waited patiently for him to speak knowing the only other person that might wander in at this hour was Shouta, who he was certain was listening in anyways. 

“I… I wanted to become a hero because of…”

Yagi offered a smile, “Because of Endeavor, correct? Is that what has you all worked up my friend? That you idolized a monstrous man because he successfully hid that part of him from the majority of the world?” 

“No! I mean, yes, or maybe? I...” The hero’s wings flared out as he buried his face in his collar. 

“Take your time, Hawks. I have all the time in the world. If it’s not about Endeavor is it perhaps linked to him?”

The silence was long as Hawks seemed to wrestle with something before he finally pulled his collar down with a jerky hand and asked in a quiet voice, “Do you know about how the commission started talking about not just organizing heroes, but making them too about a decade or so back?” 

“Yes,” All Might offered, back straightening. The media mess that had been made from what seemed like a simple miswording of a low ranking committee member as the nation argued on if they simply meant the licenses or if the Commission was overstepping their place in society and aiming to create a private military of heroes had been intense. “What does that have to do with our conversation?”

And just like that, the story started coming out and it seemed that once Hawks started he couldn’t stop telling Yagi about what he had been through as he forced his arms into his armpits as if afraid they would stop him against his will. 

He spoke of how he had wanted to be a hero since Endeavor had saved him as a child, how he always looked up to the man and how sick it made him feel that the man he admired was truly an awful human being. 

How the Commission had made him an offer when he was merely eight, a promise to train him to be a hero that was just as good as Endeavor if he accepted. How he just wanted to be a hero. 

He talked about the training so hard he wouldn’t be able to move for hours afterward, how he routinely throw up from the hits they told him he, a nine-year-old, was supposed to be able to take with a smile, how they taught him to need nothing, to want nothing, not even food or water or warmth in case he was ever held hostage, how they molded him, groomed him to be the perfect hero, to always know what to say during an interview, to know how to comfort a child, to have enough sex appeal to keep those in his own age group interested while not coming off as lewd or perverted. 

He told Yagi with something close to fear in his eyes of the conditioning they had put him through to remain loyal to the commission, to say nothing out of line, to let no one know the truth of his training and how he rose to the top of the rankings so quickly when he basically didn’t exist anymore as anything other than Hawks. 

Yagi’s blood was boiling as the man finally ended his ramblings, looking lost and confused. How could he have missed the Commission fall so far from grace? How could he miss the evil that lurked just out of view, one he worked under no less? 

But he couldn’t focus on that right now. Right now there was a boy not much older than his students, his children, that looked lost and oh so close to breaking. 

“What do you WANT to do next?” 

The young man looked confused, “I’ve never had the option to be anything but a hero…” 

“Do you want the chance then?” 

Hawks leapt to his feet, wings defensively pulled around him before registering Aizawa leaning in the doorway, balancing three mugs in his hands as he looked at Hawks like he was reading his very soul. 

“What do you mean?” 

“If I could give you the option to be something other than being a pro all the time, would you want that?” He asked handing out the teas to the other two before taking a swig of his own. 

“I… I think so?” 

Aizawa simply nodded, glancing at his phone. 

“I’m having the weekly class meeting with 1-A in about an hour. You’ll need to be there. You too, Yagi.” 

“What?” 

“Alright brats, this meeting’s going to be a little different,” Aizawa called once the entire class was in the common room making them raise an eyebrow. Aizawa has lots of nicknames he gave their class, problem children, hell class, gremlins, ‘the reason I’m going grey’, menaces, etc. but two nicknames held meanings only Yagi and the students understood. 

Referring to them as his kids meant they needed to talk about something that related to the loops as soon as they were in private. 

The other was Brats. Brats meant there was someone listening in that they wanted to be listening. It meant they were simple UA students and nothing more. 

Momo fell in line first, “How is this meeting different Sensei?” 

“How many of you have met Hawks, number three?” 

Whatever the students were expecting, it wasn’t that. Looks were shared before Kirishima, Todoroki and Tokoyami held up their hands and were graced with Aizawa’s creepy grin that promised dark things if they didn’t listen to the next words that came from his mouth. 

“Great! The rest of you are never going to meet Hawks, least of all in our dorms. Do you understand me?” 

They all nodded but Iida broke the confused silence, “Sir what is this about?” 

“Yagi?” Aizawa called instead of answering and the retired hero was soon edging into the room coaxing a very timid winged man in after him. 

The class was trying hard not to gawk and Tokoyami had straightened instantly at seeing his mentor in oversized clothes he had in no doubt stolen from Toshinori, hastily cut slits allowing his wings to move freely. 

“This is Takami Keigo,” Aizawa said, “That is the only thing any of you know him as correct?” 

“Yes sir,” The group chorused. 

“Good. Now Takami wants to offer a trade, he'll tell all of you a story he told Yagi earlier, in exchange we’ll tell him who unveiled Endeavor’s crimes. After there is going to be a vote. Still with me?” 

Midoriya nodded, “Okay, are we or Takami-san starting?” 

“I… I can start,” The hero fidgeted, “How much have you kids learned about… the Commission so far?” 

It didn’t take long for the story to begin and seconds for bloodlust to be bubbling through the air, not at Keigo, but at the fate he had been suffering through. 

Midoriya was quick to explain his involvement with the Endeavor papers as the man finished up, gently answering questions before Aizawa took control of the room. 

“I offered to let Keigo-san stay with us in one of the spare Boy dorms, off the radar of the media and the Commission if you all agree,” He explained eyes roaming over the class with a critical sparkle, “Are all of us in favor?”  

His students stared back at him with disbelief. 

“You seriously think we’d say no?” Uraraka scoffed, hands on her hips. 

Sero nodded in agreement, “Not cool teach,” 

“It wouldn’t be very manly to turn him away, sensei!” 

“He is my mentor,” Tokoyami spoke over the impending chaos, “He taught me much. I could never turn him away towards the unforgiving darkness.” 

“It’s settled then,” Iida declared, “Takami-kun is our newest roommate!” 

Mina grinned nudging Bakugo, “So Bakubabe, is this enough of a reason to get you on cooking duty a week early?” 

Bakugo scowled, but stood up, “Fucking fine, but the overgrown bird gets to decide what we’re havin’.” 

Expectant eyes turned to Takami only to find him glancing at Tokoyami with a tilted head. 

“Oi, Takami! I don’t have all day, numbnut. Tell me what you want to eat so I can fucking get started.” 

Keigo’s face showed utter bafflement, “I’m allowed to pick what I want to eat?” 

Aizawa chuckled as the students stared at him in disbelief before the blond snapped, “Yes, you get to pick, WingDings! Now let’s go get dinner fucking started!”  

“Can it have chicken in it?” 

“Chicken Katsudon good enough you overgrown pigeon?”

“I never had Katsudon before, is it good?” 

“The damn nerd is in love with it, you can tell me if you like it after dinner!” 

BoneHurtJuice : Does this count as me overthrowing the government if it was merely a byproduct of me taking down the Endewhore? 

ColorShift : Pretty sure

PikaPika : yup

DieHard : definitely 

Spoodorman : No question 

ONealsFav : Yes

Kaboom : No shit Deku

Elphaba : Pretty sure this counts

ZoomZoom : Most Certainly

BoneHurtJuice : GUYS

IAMDAD : Not even I can argue in your favor, my boy. 

BoneHurtJuice : Damnit

LetMeSleep : The tally of overthrowing the government is now up to four, MIdoriya is personally responsible for two of these attempts. 

LetMeSleep : Do not take this as a challenge.

PikaPika : Too late

LetMeSleep : Denki Kaminari

PikaPika : YOU’RE NOT MY REAL DAD

Loop # 69

The meeting with the principal had gone quicker than Izuku had expected, even as he spoke of his imprisonment in hushed tones to the creature, not wanting to scare Eri. The little girl seemed to calm slightly inside the halls of the academy, eyes fluttering over the pictures of heroes. He smiled at her reassuringly when he turned to meet his eyes as Aizawa led them towards Recovery Girl, the elderly woman having been called sometime during the meeting. 

It wasn’t long until Midoriya found himself in a bed on the opposite side of the room from Eri with Aizawa staring at him pleadingly. He checked to make sure his little sister was asleep before gesturing for the man to move closer. 

Once Aizawa was seated on the edge of his bed, Izuku asked, “Is Kacchan okay?” 

The hero couldn’t help the strained chuckles that bubbled in his chest, because problem child indeed. 

“You lost your mom, tried to kill yourself, awoke a powerful quirk, were kidnapped and held against your will by a crazy psychopath, experimented on and forced to use your quirk on Eri over and over again before remembering about loops, woke up and were held for another month before breaking out and making your way here, but your first thought is if Bakugo is doing alright?” 

He gave a helpless shrug, “He never actually meant his words to me, I know that but I guess this version of me decided that it didn’t seem like such a bad idea after… everything that day.” 

“He’ll do a lot better seeing you,” Aizawa agreed, “So will the rest of the class and Toshinori.” 

“Can I see them?” 

“Soon, it’s,” Aizawa glanced at the clock noticing that it had somehow passed on to the next day between all the excitement, “The day before the Sports Festival. I doubt that Recovery Girl and Nezu will allow you out of their sight until then since the police will be here tomorrow to speak with you, but maybe we’ll sneak you into the locker rooms in between rounds.” 

“Am I allowed to mess with them?” 

“I doubt you’ll listen to me if I say no,” Aizawa ran a hand over his eyes, “Don’t give them heart attacks.” 

Sneaking into the waiting area of the 1-A locker rooms as the opening event was wrapping up was embarrassingly easy even as Aizawa spotted him instantly as he made his way down from the box before the students arrived in search for coffee. Most of 1-A had made it to the cavalry battles, but a few had lagged further behind than they had in a long time. Hagakura, Sato, and Koda didn’t even place, barely missing the 42nd place. 

 None of the 1-A kids took first, however, making Izuku smile remembering their promise to not take the disadvantaged Ten million point headband unless they were planning on pairing up with kids from other departments. 

Izuku stayed back as the entire class filed into the room before leaning out of his hiding spot and smiling at the others. 

Kaminari, Shoji, Tokoyami, and Jiro all jumped eyes huge, as Mina and Iida screamed, heads wiping around to look at him before he let his power leach out and stop the entire room in their tracks. He moves swiftly across the room, ducking out of sight before letting his power recede. 

“What the hell?!” 

“Language, Kirishima” Aizawa sighed, “What’s wrong?” 

“Mi-Midoriya was just-” Uraraka was shaking, “I thought he was…” 

“I saw him too!” Half of the class shouted. 

Bakugo was pale and shaking, nearly jumping out of his skin as something poked into his side. 

“You okay, Kacchan?” 

He leapt around only to stare at empty air from where the voice had come from. 

“That was-” 

“It-It can’t be! He’s dead!” 

“Not dead,” Izuku argued from on top of the lockers, finally holding still as he smiled down at his gaping classmates, “Kidnapped and experimented on sure, but I’m not even legally dead anymore!” 

“Holy fuck!” 

“What did I just say about language, Sero?” 

Iida was on Izuku first, pulling him down and squeezing him tight, as if afraid he was going to disappear.

Deku gave them all a blinding smile over the taller boy’s shoulder as he pats his back soothingly, “You’re okay. I’m okay too, I kinda awoke a quirk and ended up with Eri at the Shie Hassaikai compound, but I managed to get us both out! She was napping in the infirmary before I came down.” 

Suddenly he was pulled from Iida and into Tsu’s arms, then into Todoroki’s, then Ururaka’s, Mina’s, Kirashima’s, Momo’s, Hagrakura’s, Shinsou’s, so on and so on until he had been held in each of his friends’ embraces before he settled in front of the still trembling Bakugo. 

He just offered a small smile, “It’s okay, Kacchan. I don’t blame you.” 

Suddenly he was being crushed once more, but the trembling shoulders were enough to stop him from any complaints he might have. 

“Come on, Kacchan, I’m the crybaby, you need to go out there and win the tournament. Didn’t you say you were going to win for me?” 

Bakugo’s speech this time had been more emotional than in the past where he usually stuck to the aggressive declaration he did in the original timeline, but this time his solemn speech had been more of an oath as he spoke of how he made a promise to his childhood friend a long time ago that they would compete in the festival together, but he lost the chance to face him so instead he was going to take first place in the name of his late childhood friend. 

That seemed to snap the blond out of his funk because as he pulled back his eyes were hard as steel, and his mouth was set into a fine line. 

Izuku glanced at the rest of the class, “I want all of you to do your best too! Don’t make it easy for Kacchan, alright?” 

Their determined faces were enough for him to know they would take this seriously. 

Once the cavalry battle commenced, it quickly turned into a slaughter. The juxtaposition between the obstacle run 1-A and the cavalry battle 1-A were like night and day. The original groups formed, with Shoji and Tsu taking the empty spots in Team Uraraka and Jiro joining Team Shinsou. 

Team Todoroki made quick work of Monoma’s group snatching their headband from them with ease before going after the rest of the low scoring 1-B members, but managing to avoid going against the teams Shinsou was leading his group towards. Team Bakugo made quick work of Ibara’s vines to snatch the 10 million points from her early and played keep away the rest of the fifteen minutes. Urarka led her team more towards the chaotic side as they engaged Team Bakugo in a fight, snatching away the original headband the group had, even managing to grab some of the lower tier ones from Todoroki’s and Shinsou’s teams. 

When the dust finally cleared, only the four groups of 1-A held headbands, the stands going crazy as they realized that for the first time in twenty years only a single class made it into the final round.  

The final bracket brought feral grins to the class’s faces as the rest of the first years were dejectedly waiting in their stands. The 1v1 battles soon got them on their feet however as they each turned out to be all-out wars each member fighting as if their life was on the line, as first Mina fell to Bakugo, then Sero to Shoji, Tsu to Kaminari, Momo to Tokoyami, Ojiro to Uraraka, Aoyama to Jiro, Iida to Kirishima, and Shinsou to Todoroki. 

By the end of the first round, the whole stadium seemed stunned and a keen eye could see how the pros were whispering about which students would be getting the most offers because after the displays they had just shown even the losers would be getting many requests. They almost felt bad for the other classes that wouldn’t get more than a handful of offers between them, if that, while the sixteen of their class that had made it this far would in no doubt get hundreds of internship offers a piece. 

In the end, Bakugo and Uraraka were staring at each other from across the ring as cheers filled the stadium after they defeated Todoroki and Kaminari respectively. Izuku couldn’t help but feel excited as he texted his bets with Kacchan’s phone from his hiding spot on who of the pair would end up with the gold medal around their neck. The rest of the class was quick to counter him as the two stared each other down, taking a second before the whistle was blown to bow low to each other before The fifty-fifth battle began, the current tiebreaker. 

The battle was nothing short of bloodthirsty as Uraraka was quick to rush Bakugo, hand to hand combat and mixed martial arts they had learned during the various loops forcing them into a spellbinding dance of explosions and flying debris. If it wasn’t for the screaming and cussing coming from both participants, Izuku would call it beautiful. It also ended up being the longest battle, nearing twenty minutes before finally Bakugo managed to get a lucky shot in and blast Uraraka into the ground outside of the ring. 

Bakugo stood tall on the top tier of the podium, looking nothing like the once chained child that had been there so many loops ago. As All Might greeted him proudly, congratulating him on his win, Bakugo could see the confusion in their teacher’s eyes, could see the unasked question on why the class had so quickly switched from apathetic to bloodthirsty between the rounds of the festival. 

He didn’t give him the answer but as All Might gave him his hug he whispered, “You need to give someone else a hug, Old Man. Come to 1-A after the stadium clears out.”

The hero didn’t have time to ask questions as he pulled out of the hug, quickly covering his confusion with his work smile once more as he took Bakugo’s hand and raised it in triumph for the world to see, an end to yet another Sports Festival. 

The text from Bakugou as he left the podium had the class cutting their usual mingling short as they all moved towards their classroom, knowing that they had a green shadow following them back. 

It took over an hour for the stadium to clear out enough that All Might could sneak out, but when he happened across the scene in Class 1-A, where all the students were chatting around the classroom, all focused on Midoriya’s desk, the young teen smiling and laughing in oversized scrubs, he barely reacted. His eyes seemed to rest on the boy for a bare second before he turned a hollow smile at the rest of the class that was now staring at him with mild confusion.

“So what's this I heard about someone needing a hug?” 

The room seemed unsure of what to do until Aizawa marched forward, placed a hand on either side of Yagi’s face and physically turned his head back towards the desk that Midoriya was frozen on top of with a few classmates crowded around him. 

“Last row, third seat. Who do you see?” 

“Young Tokoyami, Uraraka, Iida and Tsuyu,” Yagi replies slowly though this time his eyes lingered on his protege before forcing his eyes back to Aizawa who had realization dawning on his face, “Shouta, I don’t-“ 

“There’s a fifth person there, Yagi.” 

The taller man’s jaw snapped closed, eyes flittering back to the desk before he shook his head blinking back tears as he bit out, “No there isn’t.” 

“Toshinori,” Aizawa breathes, “Nezu is planning on telling the rest of the staff tomorrow because he didn’t want it getting out with the Sports Festival today, but remember the text Nezu sent us about the breach two days ago that I went to check out? It was two kids that had escaped a psychopath that was experimenting on them. Do you want to guess who they were and why we felt the need to gather up all of the Loopers?” 

“I-“ 

“It was Eri,” Aizawa continued, not giving his friend time to answer, “I got my daughter months earlier this time because she was being kept with another prisoner that was able to rescue her and save himself. A stupidly heroic heart of gold problem child of a prisoner gave me my little girl back.” 

Toshinori’s head snapped back to look at the desk where Midoriya was smiling sadly up at him, looking small and vulnerable as tears started forming in his eyes, mirrored by his mentor. 

“You mean… he’s….”

“What I mean is if you don’t go hug your son in the next minute or so I’m going to punch you in the teeth, you idiot.” 

That’s all it took before Yagi was crossing the room in long bounds tears already streaming down his face. The other students moved out of his way as Izuku simply held his arms open and was swept up into Toshi's embrace clinging to his mentor like he was afraid the man was going to disappear as he let the memories of his time in Overhaul’s care crash over him. 

The room had carried a heavy tangible air of grief since Bakugo had cried out at the very beginning of the loop, suffocating and all-consuming as the very glue of 1-A was stripped away, and as easily as it had come, it was gone. The fog lifted away from the group instantly as the father and son cried and laughed in utter relief, uncaring that the rest of their family watched on with blissful smiles. 

They’d be okay. 

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Loop #86

Bakugo was unsure of how to proceed. His wrists and elbows ached so much, his eyes constantly blurred without his prescription lenses from the solar retinopathy he had started developing in his third year that had seemed to only get worse, and he had more scars than he could count but was painfully aware of as the rain poured down. 

How the fuck did he end up here? Was this what he had to look forward to in the original timeline? Forever chasing after Deku, he wasn’ even Deku now? He didn’t even give a fuck about the ranking at this point, he gave up on caring by the fortieth loop, because who cares the system was fucked and bias as fuck anyways. 

At least he didn’t force some chick into popping out children like Endeavor. No, he was single and never felt the need to pass his ‘mission’ to children or anyone, still holding his firm belief of doing everything himself even as the timeline made him into some stupid Endeavor knockoff. 

He was under an overhang as he waited for the rain to let up some, so he could continue patrol when he noticed a familiar blue and grey streak. 

The figure saw him too, pausing in their run. 

The engines were clearly coming from his legs. 

“Oi, Prez,” He called across the gap between buildings, “That  you?” 

If he wasn’t so used to tracking movement from the inhuman fast he would have thought Iida had simile appeared next to him, but he could see the way the damned four eyes’ eyes crinkled behind his mask. 

“I see I wasn’t the only one that ended up in this predicament, eh Kacchan?” 

“Are you asking for a hero brawl in the middle of the city? Only Deku gets to use that damned nickname.” 

“I wanted to check we were on the same page, loop wise,” Iida countered, “Want to call patrol short and talk in my agency? I feel like we need to figure out where everyone else is as I only recall Four other loopers in my memories outside of us.” 

“Four? I only remember Deku.” 

Tenya’s lips twitched upward, “It seems that I graduated with Mina, while Kaminari and Shinsou were in the grade below us, and were two parts to the Dumbigos of 1-A.” 

Bakugo’s eyes bulged like they wanted to pop out of his head, “You’re shitting me.” 

They both knew who that name usually belonged to. 

“Tensei is starting 1-A today,” Iida continued, “With his Hitoshi-nii as his homeroom teacher, Denki-nii teaching him English and Mina-nee teaching him Art.” 

“Dunce face is a fucking teacher?!” 

“Hey! It’s not very nice to talk so poorly of your friend's capabilities! He’s always been a good hero-”

“Shut it! I know he can be an amazing pro, but look me in the eye and tell me that you trust the kid we watch cause a campus-wide blackout and turned himself stupid for 18 hours because he decided to see what would happen if he stuck a fork in the toaster to teach kids how to be functioning members of society? 

Iida opened his mouth only to pause and close it, “I… I can’t argue with that.” 

Bakugo frowned as a thought struck him, “If Dunce Face and Eyebags took over Aizawa and Mic’s place as the Dumbigos, who was the third?” 

Iida gave Bakugo a feral sort of grin, one that sent a thrill through him. Each looper had their own version of Aizawa’s unhinged ‘logical ruse’ grin at this point, used only when they find something about a timeline particularly amusing or interesting. 

Iida’s version of the smile had never been so wide and unstable. 

“Shinsou hasn’t been the same since his best friend, Shimura Tenko was killed.”

“Deku!” 

Izuku paused in his talking to reporters, narrowing eyes not stealing from the blinding smile still on his face. 

Bakugo had alluded to wanting to mess with the public in some way but refused to give specifics when they had talked over the phone the day before. He guessed the blond decided to make the move now. 

“I thought you said you weren’t going to call me that in public, Kacchan,” He answered easily as he felt the reporters grow confused. Usually, Awen ignored the calls of Ground Zero, leaving him to scream until he got too close to him, or was starting to spark before they had their typical ‘argument’ which was more Ground Zero screaming obscenities while Awen smiled and offered kind words in return. 

An insult from Ground Zero was nothing new, but the cutesy ‘Kacchan’... 

“When will you stop calling me that, nerd?” 

“Never, I’ve been calling you Kacchan since we were five.” 

The reporters were gaping at the smooth snark from Awen, something he never bothered to give Ground Zero before. Others had though, and the press had seen enough examples to know to brace for the impending explosion, only for Ground Zero to huff and roll his eyes. 

“Whatever,” He bit back, “You’re late for lunch.” 

“I’m late, oh shoot,” Awon mumbled glancing around, “What time is it?” 

“Quarter to twelve, Glasses made us split up to find you cause he’s worried you forgot what today was.” 

“Of course I didn’t forget our anniversary! I just… got sidetracked?” 

“No really, bastard? That’s what I told him but you know how he gets.” 

“Thanks for keeping him calm, Kacchan,” He laughed, grabbing the other hero’s hand before turning back to the reporters, “Sorry to cut this short but I’m late for lunch!” 

They barely waited until they rounded the corner before Izuku raised a brow at his childhood best friend, "You kept that pretty PG." 

"I figured we'd break them in slowly, drag out the fun." 

"Fair enough. Is Tenya aware you included him in our relationship?" 

"Nope, let's go see how glasses likes dating the number one and number two heroes." 

"You realize he's going to get back at you for this?" 

"I'd like to see him try." 

KingMurderExplosion: Is that enough Chaos for you, bitches?

Ing2 : I would have preferred to be asked out before being told what day our anniversary is by the media for future reference. 

Deku : You can’t say that when you swoop in and dip kiss Kacchan like you’re in some sappy romance movie Tenchan 

Ing2 : Payback is sweet. Plus I’m officially dating yall so I get all the kisses I want and it comes with the additional benefit of the media knowing Bakugo is a massive bottom

KingMurderExplosion: FUCK YOU I AM NOT THE BOTTOM

NotaTeacher : You boys have been busy

Idiotof1-A : That’s what he said

Pinky : How are you a teacher?

Mindwipe : Have you met Nezu?

Pinky : Shit, you right

Idiotof1-A : Attacked by my own husband, I am hurt 

ColdSoba : I just realized something

Knuckles : Oh no, he has got his ‘I’ve connected the dots’ smile on

Ing2 : Todoroki…

ColdSoba : No hear me out

ColdSoba : Aizawa is basically Shinsou now, and Shinsou and Denki have taken the place of Aizawa and Yamada

ColdSoba : Does this mean Aizawa is going to get adopted by Shinsou and Denki? 

NotaTeacher : ….

Mindwipe : … 

Idiotof1-A : … 

Idiotof1-A : omg…

Pinky : Holy sHIT

Mindwipe : Hold up we don’t even know if sensei is in a similar position as I was! 

NotaTeacher : Fuck

Mindwipe : Sensei?

NotaTeacher : I’m going to get adopted by you morons

Pinky: Excuse me?!

Idiotof1-A: How concerned should we be right now, mini-sensei???? Cause I'm very concerned

NotaTeacher: Fuck

NotaTeacher: You guys weren't ever supposed to know about my shitty mom

AllMight: Loops are shitty. Do you want me to fill the class instead Shouta?

NotaTeacher: Fuck it, Go for it. I'm going to sleep.

Ing2: I would point out that it's 2:13 in the afternoon, but it seems your sleep habits have always been messed up

NotaTeacher: Well for the amount of emotional baggage we're uncovering I'd prefer some liquor but I'm gremlin again and will be until I manage to get on T so I will take my oblivion as something a bit more organic. 

Mindwipe: Understandable have a nice nap

Chapter Text

Loop #55

Aizawa let the heroes take Shigaraki and Shintai from his grasps, waiting until they were safely in quirk suspending cuffs and even advised to give them the medical-grade injection suspenders when given the chance as he knew Shigaraki could pick locks, before he held out his arms and allowed the cuffs to click close around his wrists, thrusting him into darkness as All-Seeing was shut off. 

His eyes were just useless orbs in his head at this point after all, and he had to admit it was unnerving being able to feel everyone move around him without being able to see them even when a hand gave him a slight nudge to move forward, he tried not to give away 

He stumbled, falling to his knees. 

The stairs, of course, he had forgotten how close they were. They knew now or would know when they demanded answers. 

“Woah,” He heard Mic ask to his left, making him flinch, he hadn’t known the man was so close, “Easy there. You aren’t hurt are you?” 

“Too loud,” He mumbled fondly, feeling the blond stiffen beside him, “Not hurt, can’t see.” 

“Oh the bandages,” Cematoss hummed, “We can mov-” 

“Please don’t,” He flinched away from the hands he could feel reaching towards his face, “Won’t help.” 

The heroes around him paused, probably sharing a look. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Eyes are fragile and prevented my quirk from being continuous. Sensei removed the issue.” 

“Removed the issue,” Oboro sounded sick, Aizawa couldn’t help but wonder if he was turning green like that time Hizashi dared him to eat spoiled cat food, “You don’t mean…” 

“He had the doctor severe my optic nerves,” He admitted steadily, “with the cuffs on I can’t see. Need my quirk.” 

He could feel his class stiffen from across the compound, no doubt hearing him as the words seemed to echo along the suddenly too quiet building. Yagi no doubt was trying to choke back tears behind his big stupid smile, but Oboro’s shocked gasp seemed to be a bigger concern to the nearby teachers. 

Whatever his face looked like, they decided not to push it as a hand came to rest on his shoulder, Oboro’s gentle voice telling him when to step up on the stairs. 

It was nice to have the bluette back. 

He found himself in the rarely used interrogation room of UA, though it was more used as a detention room more than anything else at this point. Aizawa liked bringing his classes here to run mock interrogations. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been in this seat without seeing a student across from him. Then again he couldn’t see anything still, not that he blamed them for keeping the cuffs on him. 

“Hello Aritoki, was it?” A voice greeted him and he turned towards them, it was Tsukauchi. He noticed that the man didn’t saw his quirk when introducing himself. Time to face the real interrogation. 

“Hello,” He answered, “Aritoki is a name for me.” 

“A name?” 

“The doctor and Sensei gave it to me when I was… created. I think I had another name before, I don’t remember much.” 

“The Doctor and Sensei?” 

“Sensei found me after…” He trailed off, He doesn’t know why he’s being so truthful but it's like the thick filter of sass and dry wit he usually passed his words through before speaking was missing completely. Was that part of his transformation? A quirk used on him to make him a better servant for Shigaraki? Or was it the torture he went through that permanently changed his personality to be more… open? Either way, he needed to keep some of his info hidden. His Aritoki memories really didn’t tell him much of how he ended up with Sensei, “After… something and gave me to the Doctor. They made me.” 

“How did they make you.” 

“Pain, lots of pain. I think there were others there, there were lots of Quirks and then my quirk was different and had changed too, I even have more than one now.” 

He felt the man pause, grip tightening on his pen, “They gave you a quirk?” 

“Two new ones,” He corrected, knowing the detective was correctly identifying Sensei, “I’ve always had erasure, but it’s different now. Tentacles and All-Seeing are new.” 

“Explain them to me, your quirks.” 

He did. He explained how the tentacles sprouted from his neck, growing and moving as he pleased, how All-Seeing allowed him to see everything but himself in a given area. He thinks he can hear a presence on the other side of the glass he knew was to his right when he got to Erasure. 

“Sensei said my quirk was why I was chosen for my role. He said Erasure was too powerful to let slip by,” He recounted, “As long as I maintained visual on a person I could stop them from using their quirk, provided it wasn’t a mutation class quirk.” 

“It’s changed then? You weren’t looking at anyone while using it at the USJ. In fact, the reports say that Shigaraki was behind you when his quirk stopped working.” 

“Sensei said my quirk was too valuable to have such a drawback. Even blinking would turn it off. So he took my eyesight from me, forcing Erasure to combine with All-Seeing, to mutat so I can still use it. Now I can cancel out a lot more quirks as long as I’m within 50 meters of the user.”

“What did… Sensei need to make you for? What role did you fill?” 

“I was Shigaraki Tomura’s handler, and I have been since a year after Sensei took Shigaraki Tomura in and named him his successor.” 

 “How long ago was this?” 

“Fifteen years since they took me in. Fourteen since I was completed and handed the job of protecting and guiding Shigaraki Tomura so he could one day take the place at the head of the league and become the symbol of Terror.” 

He can feel Tsukauchi still completely, almost hear the thoughts racing through his head. Shouta was not going to lie through this entire interrogation, and he could tell the detective wished that he would, wished that what he was saying wasn’t true. He didn’t lie, so the man knew, knew that Yagi hadn’t killed All for One, hadn’t succeeded in taking down his greatest enemy, hadn’t destroyed the evil, and instead let it grow and morph unchecked for years. It scared Tsukauchi as much as it had scared him every time he found out. 

Aizawa felt bad but he wasn’t going to lie. 

“Why did you disobey Shigaraki?” 

A surprisingly easy question, he’d already told the heroes at the scene the answer, “I couldn’t hurt them.” 

“Why not? What changed today that hadn’t in the last fifteen years?” 

“I’ve never been asked to hurt children before, if that wasn’t enough ‘boro was there, can’t hurt him.” 

He heard the flipping of a page in front of him and the sound of something breaking behind the glass to his right. 

This was going to be a long day.

Tsukauchi had left a while ago, leaving him in the silent room. 

Aizawa wondered if they did it on purpose, some sadistic practice of Nezu’s to try and get him to talk more. He had given up a lot already, but he was holding back even more because he felt an unnatural ache in his chest when asked more invasive questions on the league’s interworking. It held similar to the feeling he got when his students were in danger but… sharper, more digging. Almost as if the fear was turned inward instead of outward, was it Aritoki’s feelings? 

“Hey,” 

The quiet word made Aizawa jump, head snapping up even if he couldn’t see the person in front of him, but the voice registered in his head and he let his lips twitch ever so slightly upward. 

“Too loud,” He sighed feeling the tension leave him, “I didn’t know you could be quiet, when did you learn that?” 

“See,” Oboro hissed, “He’s too much like…” 

“But that’s impossible,” Hizashi whispered back, “Sho-”

“Sho,” Aizawa cut them off, head cocked, “ 'Boro called me that back at the USJ. Do you remember me? Was Sho my name before?” 

The silence that fills the room is suffocating.

Someone sat down across from him, and by the way the table shock it was probably to prevent their knees from giving out. 

“You don’t remember?” HIzashi muttered, sounding broken, still over by the door, “You don’t know your name? But you recognize us?” 

“I’ve been Aritoki for fourteen years,” He said, “Sensei and the Doctor thought they erased all my memories from before, but I remember some things. I remembered Too Loud, having to turn your quirk off to win, to save my ears, then you being nice making me happy. I remember Cloud, he made me safe and saved Sushi and took off all your clothes. I remember being called... but nothing else. It wasn’t until I saw ‘boro in the USJ that I remembered his name and knew I couldn’t hurt him.” 

“What about my name?” 

He scrunched up his nose, wondering how far he should push this, “cute name to go with a cute face…”

He earns a strangled laugh from Oboro and he could imagine the blush on Hizashi’s face. 

“Wh-” 

“‘Zashi,” He hummed, “Zashi or… Mic?” 

The flinch both gave as Aizawa said his name was obvious even without being able to see them. 

“Mic?” He asked slowly, earning a nod, hopefully, the final push he had planned wasn’t too much

“Mic. You became Mic and I was Eraser, right?” 

Oboro finally found his voice, shaky and strained as if he was choking back tears, “It really is you isn’t it Shouta?”

 He didn’t get a chance to answer before a pair of arms were thrown around his shoulders, the familiar brush of overly gelled hair against his cheek stopped him from panicking at the sudden contact. 

“Too Loud?” He asked as the body pressed against his trembled. He pushed too far,didn't he? “Zashi? Why are you crying?” 

“Just… Just let me have this okay? I’ve missed you so much.” 

“Missed you too, Zashi, and Boro too,” 

He let himself be held, even as Oboro came and joined, his friends crying against his shoulders. He felt the hole in his heart grow smaller as Aritoki grew content, even as his skin crawled from fifteen years of skin hunger. He knew they needed this desperately, after the day they’ve had, the comfort and confirmation that this wasn’t some dream he had wanted after finding out about Kurogiri in the original timeline but never got because Kurogiri wasn’t Oboro, not completely anyways. He could do this for his friends, he wanted to do this for his friends. So he just sighed lightly and rested his cheek against Oboro’s hair. 

It was as soft as he remembered. 

The vents were talking. 

Or more precisely he could hear voices in the vents. 

He couldn’t stop from rolling his eyes. His students were ridiculous. 

“Children,” He called towards the ceiling, “Why are you here?” 

Suddenly the grate moves and five bodies drop around him. 

“Sorry for intruding, Mr. Aritoki,” Iida spoke up first, “But the teachers weren’t telling us anything but we wanted to come thank you.” 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed, “We’ve been trying for hours but they keep trying to send us home! Even Shirakumo-sensei won’t say anything and he came back looking really upset after being in here.” 

“You’re all problem children,” He sighed, shaking his head, “No matter my actions at the USJ I am still considered a villain, you being here is going to make them think you’re villains too.” 

The tension he could feel radiating off of all of them as the familiar moniker fell from his lips. The last confirmation they needed to know he knew them, that he was the same grumpy teacher that’s been stuck with them for over a century and a half. 

“Improbable, Aritoki,” Tokoyami mused, “We warned them that we were going to come say thank you one way or another and we all know Nezu has cameras covering every inch of the school so there’s no way he’s not watching. 

Kirishima laughed, “We really did just want to come here, and thank you! It was super manly of you to help us, Aritoki!” 

“Aizawa,” He offered easily, Hizashi and Oboro had told him his full name after all, “Call me Aizawa.”

“Our hero Aizawa,” Shinsou hummed, “That sounds right.” 

He couldn’t stop his smile from forming as the students made no move to leave the room, instead sticking around to chat, filling the empty void around him with pleasant chatter. 

“Why are you still here?” He asked after a minute, only to earn a snort from his son. 

“What kind of heroes would we be if we repaid the man that saved our lives by leaving him to sit alone in the dark?” 

Not the heroes he knew resided in his class, he wanted to answer, but it was okay.

His kids knew.

Chapter Text

Loop #131

Alexander was probably enough to save Eri but the others weren’t letting him go alone. So long before dawn a week before the Sports Festival Alexander, Hypnotoad, Cosmos, and Rubidium were ready to strike. With them were the foreboding looking Blackout, Tokoyami and Denki’s fusion, and the overly bubbly Vapor, Todoroki, and Hagakura’s fusion.  The others elected to stay back to not make too big of a scene at the compound. 

Changing the clothes and looks of their fusions was easy and gave them the luxury of anonymity. After all, no one changed the looks of the fusions, there was no need to. So quick hair dye that would vanish when they split and some contacts and suddenly no one knew they were the same fusions seen in 1-As impossible class. 

Eri had been waiting, knowing it was one of the usual days they came to get her but had jumped a mile out of her skin when Alexander had opened her door. She was under her bed in an instant, terrified of the giant imposing figure in front of her, choking back tears as Alexander grew closer. 

The connection holding the fusion together ruptured almost instantly as Aizawa rushed to calm his daughter, Yagi and Deku not far behind. 

No real surprise she had no idea what Fusion was given how germaphobic Overhaul is, but she takes it with stride as they explained it and Alexander comes into existence once more offering her a wide smile and holding his arms open to carry her before she narrowed her eyes and hugged him tight around his waist. 

Golden light flashed and they stood there bright and new. 

Hope was the same height as Alexander, hair more grey than green now, becoming more of curls instead of waves. Their eyes varied in color, two different shades of brown, bright and sparkling, a haunting red and an otherworldly turquoise set in pale freckled skin.  The heroes had been wearing all black to break in, leaving Alexander in a black tracksuit like outfit but now the top was more like a tunic as it incorporated Eri’s hospital gown, lightening to a heather grey. Surprisingly Hope bore not one but three horns, two small ones on either temple and one larger one in the middle of their forehead. 

“Oh…:” Hope whispered, all four arms coming to wrap around themselves. Existence was warm, soft and honestly, they couldn’t remember the last time any of the people making them up had felt so… safe. 

They shook their head, they could enjoy the feeling when they weren’t in a mafia base with their family holding back the tides of assholes. 

“No bad words,” They mumbled only to wince, “Sorry Eri.” 

Meeting up with the others was shocking, Hope was definitely a sight to behold, offering a timid smile to her newest family members. 

Cosmos wasted no time bouncing in front of them, walking around them as they exclaimed “You look amazing! What’s your name cutie pie?” 

“I’m Hope,” THey greeted, “I’m Alexander plus Eri. She decided she’d rather see what fusion was like then be carried out.” 

“Fitting name for our powerhouses,” Blackout hummed, shadow shooting out to short circuit the main door’s electric lock as Vapor, the straggler ran up. The trip home was filled with excited whispers as the fusions explained themselves to Hope. The fusion felt lighter then their components had felt in a very long time. When they broke apart, Eri was still in Aizawa’s embrace, laughing freely as her dad smiled down at her with as much open cheer as All Might usually bore, the man himself looking rather content with a sleepy-looking Midoriya on his shoulders. 

It was clear that this would be a good loop.

Fusions came and went often in the class; it wasn’t uncommon to see one or more fusion milling around campus. The staff and other students had slowly gotten used to the odd fusion habits of 1-A and were more enthralled by the impossible question of where Aizawa acquired a child that was calling him Dad instantly and not even Detective Tsukauchi or Nezu could figure out how they so easily claimed familial roles for each other without lying. Hizashi and Nemuri were hurt that he didn’t know about the little listener until Shouta revealed that he only knew her for eight hours before introducing her to the UA staff. 

The fusion hype did get a sudden resurgence due to the spectacle during the sports festival Cavalry battle. Apparently, they never had to tell students not to fuse before, as it’s pretty impossible to get time to dance for thirty or so seconds when the other teams are rushing you and you’re carrying someone on your shoulders so there wasn’t an official rule about it. Seeing the other classes facing down Ice Rink, Todoroki, Iida, and Momo’s fusion, Napalm, Denki, Mina, and Bakugo’s fusion, and Hypnotoad, carrying Tokoyami, Uraraka and Midoriya respectfully left them all in stitches once they disappeared back to the dressing rooms in between rounds. The kids didn’t even try to hide their laughter as Bakugo and Uraraka accidentally fused during their 1v1 number 83 when Uraraka tried to suplex Bakugo out of the rink, leaving a confused Nova cussing outside of the boundary line. The match had to be reset as Aizawa cackled up in the box at the pair of pouting teens. The hero community had all jumped on offering internships to pairs or groups of students from 1-A hoping to see their seemingly unstoppable fusions up close and personal. 

 So with Fusions being commonplace, no one panicked when they saw an unknown but vaguely familiar woman run down the stairs towards their classroom, dark eyes frantic. Her clothes, a dark bodysuit with a white cape and red and gold accents, didn’t look like any costume or outfit they normally saw their friends in but she seemed to recognize them well enough. 

“Hey,” Kirishima called with a wave, “You’re new! What’s your name?” 

She paused in her search as she seemed to realize something, taking a calming breath as she forced a smile on her lips and straightened her shoulders. 

“Right, students! You all know,” She sighed in relief entering the classroom and shutting the door behind her quickly, “Okay, I need someone to get Toshinori and D… Aizawa for me.” 

The room paused, heads turning to her. 

“I’ll text them,” Iida replied, “Can I ask why you need them? Who are you exactly?” 

She winced but she offered a smile, ever so forced looking, “My name is Shimura Nana and I think that tells you more than enough on why we need Toshi here.” 

The room fell silent, as they took her words in, and it clicked where they had seen her before, All Might’s memorial for his late mentor, everything from the costume to her hair to the little beauty mark she bore was identical to the photos he had of her. 

Well… fuck.

Before anyone realized what was going on Iida had hit call, and switched the phone to the speaker. 

“Hello?” 

“Yagi,” He greeted, “We need some help in the classroom, if Aizawa is with you please bring him as well.” 

“Ah, alright,” He agreed, “We are supposed to go over to a meeting with a few of the other teachers soon though, can it wait half an hour or so? Nothing is on fire is it?” 

“No,” Iida denied, “Nothing like that but…” 

The room shared a glance not sure how to break the news to their teacher, after all this wasn’t something to take lightly, the returning of his maternal figure.

In the end, it was Nana that stepped up, forward holding a hand out for the phone. 

“Toshi,” She spoke lowly, “We really need you both here now.” 

They could hear the sudden hacking over the phone along with Aizawa’s quiet concern as the ex-hero was gripped with a major fit. Nana’s eyes were soft as she waited for the coughing to die down. 

“Na-Master?” He choked out, and her smile grew more real. 

“Yeah, Toshi, it’s me. Please come to the classroom.” 

“W-We’ll be right over,” He whispered. 

“Alright, Love you.” She offered, laughing slightly as the soft words caused another minor fit, before hanging up. 

Despite being across campus, Aizawa and All Might burst through the doors not even two minutes later, looking more panicked than the students had seen them in a long time. 

Nana stood, nearly vibrating, in the middle of the room as Toshinori froze and stared at her with wide eyes. 

“Oh my goodness,” He whispered taking a shaky step forward, Nana didn’t give him the chance to get closer, instead of rushing towards him and wrapping her arms around his waist and lifting him with ease, even in his muscle form. 

“Look at you! Oh, you wouldn’t believe how proud I am of you, Toshi!” She laughed spinning them. 

All Might yelped, grasping at her shoulders, choked off laughter bubbling from his lips as he was enveloped in steam and shrunk down, “It’s really you! You’re really here!” 

“Sorry to interrupting,” Aizawa broke in, “But how… How are you here, Shimura?” 

The spinning pair stopped, Yagi’s long legs wrapped around Nana’s waist as she held him on her hip. 

She winced, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand, “So… as it turns out One for All Users fusing leads to interesting results.”

“What?” Aizawa's voice was thick with concern, shoulders tense. 

Yagi seemed to understand, eyes flittering around the room, “Young Eri and Young Izuku… They fused.” 

“They did,” she confirmed, “They fused and instead of making a fusion… I’m here now.” 

“Can you…” Aizawa winced slightly, but the panic in his voice was clear, “Can you unfuse?” 

“And now we’ve reached the main issue,” She said solemnly, smile dropping, “I don’t know how. Fusions instantly know because that’s what they are, but I’m… I’m not supposed to be a fusion, I’m a singular soul, even if I’m simply part of One for All now, I’m not sure if I… I don’t know how.” 

The room was deathly still, even Yagi looked sick. 

He always wanted more time with his mentor, always wanted just one more hug from her, to know that he made her proud with all his long hard years of service, and now he had that. 

But at what cost?

It took three long hours of the loopers trying to figure out what to do, trying to break the connection between the pair in Nana, talking of topics they know the pair would disagree on, from the mundane which hero is better, to the fatal being a villain was kinda fun, and trying to scare or upset Nana enough to become unstable didn’t seem to work. Normal fusion destabilizing frequencies didn’t work either as Kaminari tried shocking the heroine only to cause her hair to stand on end. Other nonlethal voltage sizes also seemed to do nothing more than accidentally fry Kaminari’s brain. 

“Damn he hasn’t done that in like a century,” Sero muttered as he pulled his dopey friend back as Nana shook off the excess electricity. Even the extremely rare goofy version of their friend could starve off the anxiety they felt as they ran out of options.

Nothing seemed to affect Nana enough to give them Eri and Midoriya back.

Nana could still feel One for All thumping through her, could still feel the ever-present stress of rewind urging them to go back but was that their only option? To turn back the clock to the beginning this early? 

Iida was the one to step up with a last-ditch effort, offering a hand out to Nana. 

“Fuse with me,” He quietly demanded. 

“What?” She asked, confused by the sudden change in tactics. 

“I’ve never fused with Eri,” the class rep said, “But I’ve made Tilt with Midoriya in training before, perhaps adding in another component, making you into a fusion soul instead of just One for All will allow you to break back into your core features.” 

“I…” Nana looked thoughtful, “A good idea, but I feel like someone that’s fused with Eri before as well might be the best option.” 

A glance around the room had several heads shaking. Eri while curious about fusion had been timid to try it herself, worried it wouldn’t feel as nice as Hope. That means… 

“Me then,” Aizawa breathed, “I’ve never done it with Eri individually but we are not bringing in Toshinori and possibly making the situation worse.” 

Nana smiled softly at him and offered her hand. There wasn’t an immediate fusion like Aizawa was used to with his kids, Toshinori and Hizashi, but that was okay he’s done worse pulling Nana into a quick foxtrot routine that he had learned back in loop #39, thankful for the muscle memory keeping him from making an utter fool out of himself in front of ever judging eyes of his children. Nana had laughed, full-bellied and sure as she quickly found the rhythm and made them spin faster and faster until a deep orange light took them.  

Nana and Aizawa were no more, instead a wide-eyed and nervous-looking girl stood in their place. She was thinner then they were used to seeing the heroes, just under Aizawa’s height, with burgundy eyes flashing over each of their faces with near manic energy. Forest green curls fell down her back as she rocked lightly on her heels, fingers picking at the long dark blue tunic she wore. 

“Oh my,” She muttered, barely audible, “I wasn’t expecting… this is certainly a new feeling… It certainly feels like I’m three people, but I’m a perfect fusion. I didn’t think there could be perfect fusions made out of more than two people. A pair is easy to relate to so many notes, but three? Shouta, Izuku, and Eri didn’t realize… This is fascinating and… odd. I don’t know how to feel. Should I be happy? But why would I be happy knowing... But it’s still warm, warm and nice if not overwhelming, why do I feel so much? None of the other fusions feel so deeply and strongly, is that what’s amplified in me? I have so many questions about us, we’re revolutionary! Even with our unorthodox existence, this is a discovery unlike any other in this world-” 

“Young fusion,” Yagi cut in gently, “You’re mumbling is even faster then Izuku’s, I fear we didn’t catch most of your little tirade.” 

The fusion jumped, hands waving frantically in front of her, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get so off task there, please forgive me!” 

“It’s quite alright!” Iida rushed in, holding up his hands, “I did catch you refer to Aizawa, Midoriya, and Eri though so is it safe to say that you are made up of all three of them instead of Shimura and Aizawa?” 

The fusion seemed to shrink in on themselves a bit, “Oh right, you just wanted Eri and Izuku back. I’m sorry for staying around so long.” 

She brightened slightly offering a wavering smile, “I think… I think Elinora is the best name for me.” 

And just like that, she was fading, bright light overtaking her and in her place, Aizawa, Midoriay, and Eri came into existence, the man quick to scope up his daughter with a sigh of relief, rubbing his hand into Midoriya's hair with the same movement.

"I'm sorry!" Eri cried, tears prickling her eyes, "We didn't mean to get stuck in the dreamscape with Mr. One and the others! We didn't know!" 

"We really didn't," Izuku backed up, "Eri just wanted to try fusing with one person, we didn't even think about how One for All could affect fusion since Yagi and I already technically fused and all three users did too! We didn't realize-" 

"It's okay," Yagi calmed, "It's all okay now." 

Aizawa didn't need to vocalize his agreeal, because his daughter and Problem child were safe. 

As safe as they could be in the loops, and really that's all Aizawa could ask for.  

Chapter Text

This was going to be a fun day. 

Aizawa knew it from the moment he woke up and seeing Yagi’s shit-eating grin as the pair made breakfast together only cemented the fact in his head. 

It had been two months since Aizawa had moved in with the blond and their routine was not unlike the one they normally formed if they were romantically involved, sickly domestic, though the thought grossed both of them out. Their relationship was purely platonic though Aizawa couldn’t help but feel a familial bond this go around, though he refused to say it aloud. Yagi did his best to take care of Aizawa, knowing that while he wasn’t really a teenager right now, he was close to it. He even helped Aizawa get supplies and means to continue his transition, eager to help his friend feel at home in his own skin. They were an odd pair but that was okay, especially today. 

It was the Monday after the Sport’s festival after all. That means internship offers were going to be handed out. By third year the offers were more of a formality than anything else as it was rare for a third year to switch their mentor, usually choosing to go back with the same one they had had previously, but Aizawa knew that wouldn’t be the case this time for him and Yamada. 

Getting to class, he instantly got called up to Nezu, currently his homeroom teacher, but in two years the principal. 

“I think it’s better if you and Yamada went over your packets in Gym Gamma,” Nezu offered, a mischievous twinkle giving away his mirth. Aizawa raised a questioning brow but was ushered out of the room with two stacks of paper. 

Time to get the show on the road.   

“Zashi,” He called finding the blond near the entrance of the school, “Nezu apparently wants us in Gym Gamma.” 

“What? Why?” 

“How should I know?” 

Their classmates were eyeing them curiously. It wasn’t unheard of for their teacher to send the pair off together if he thought Yamada was going to get overly excited, and loud, about something to save them from the property and ear damage of him letting his quirk slip. 

Before he gathered even more attention he grabbed Yamada’s hand and pulled him towards the gym, ignoring the way his heart sped up at the simple gesture. 

Yamada was slightly pink when they arrived, but Aizawa didn’t drop his hand, instead using his free one to pull out the stack of papers, already opened to the correct one. 

“So I may or may not have been keeping a few secrets.” He admitted, “but I think you’ll forgive me for what it led to.” 

Yamada looked confused, “Sho? What kind of secrets affect our work study offers?” 

Aizawa bit his lip, “So I may or may not have been kicked out of my house a few months ago…” 

“You were WhAT!!!” 

Aizawa winced quirk flaring up as the volume grew too loud. Hizashi winced. 

“Sorry! But what do you mean you were kicked out? Why didn’t you say anything? Where have you been living? Please don’t tell me you’re homeless right now I will throttle you if you kept that a secret when you know my moms would take you in a heartbeat.” 

“Slow down,” Aizawa sighed, “Yes I was homeless for like two weeks, but I found a place to stay with a man I saved from a mugging. It turns out he’s like the personification of a sunflower and has been letting me live with him. He’s even helped me make sure I can get on T regularly and stay on it instead of randomly when I can scrounge up the money like you’ve been telling me I need to stop doing for the last two years…” 

Yamada looked conflicted, “How… What’s his name, how old is this guy, and what is the catch?” 

“His name is Yagi Toshinori, He’s 34,” Aizawa rattled off, running a hand over his face, “And there is no catch, he’s not abusing me in any way, he’s not expecting anything of me. I’m pretty sure he even legally filed to foster me. He’s literally just that nice.” 

“Okay…” Yamada still looked unsure, “Are you sure this guy isn’t just like… waiting for you to let your guard down so he can do something?” 

“I am 100% sure.”

“How?”

He finally held out the paper, “Because I’m pretty sure All Might makes a living bashing the teeth of sex predators and other villains in not hiring them as his own personal assistant.” 

The seal for the page was undeniable, showing off the obnoxious red yellow and blue of All Might’s agency, on the bottom there were two signatures, one from All Might himself and one from Yagi Toshinori. 

“WHat?!?” 

Aizawa tried not to laugh as he watched Yamada pour over the paper with wide eyes trying to prove that it was real. 

“You… you got me an internship with All Might?!” 

“No,” Aizawa argued, “Yagi made All Might agree to watch and give chances to deserving students. He didn’t know I lived with Yagi let alone that you and I are friends. You impressed All Might, this is all on you.” 

“Oh my god,” Yamada was shaking, voice barely a whisper, a rarity for the teen, “I… I did this, I… All Might he... “ 

“He thought you deserved to be his first intern.” 

Hizashi’s eyes snapped to him, “Wait first? What… What about you?”

He couldn’t stop the Totoro smile from splitting his lips as he held up a similar but more subtle page, “Since I’m going to be an underground hero I can’t be gallivanting around with the big blond doofus. So instead you’re looking at the first intern of Sir Nighteye, the only sidekick All Might ever took.” 

Aizawa must admit that this was probably a bad look. 

Walking into the apartment he really wasn’t expecting to see Sir Nighteye and Tsukauchi to be arguing over a case file with Yagi sitting between them watching them like he was watching a soccer match. 

They all froze however when they saw the ever so tiny and filthy purple-haired child in his arms. 

“Shouta, What’s that?” 

“It’s a baby I found in the trash,” He said dully, watching Tsukauchi’s eyebrow shoot up as his statement rang true. He didn’t know yet why or how Shinsou got into the dumpster that Aizawa stopped by to leave food for the stray he was trying to befriend, but he knew he wasn’t about to leave the boy there no matter who was home. It probably didn’t help that this was his first introduction to the detective this go around.

“Well put it back,” Yagi replied evenly, eyeing Shinsou with a searching look “It doesn’t belong to you.” 

“Kay,” He replied, “Come on squirt back to the dumpster.” 

“Noooo,”  Shinsou squirmed bemoaning his announced fate. 

“What the-” Yagi’s hand shot out to cover Nighteye’s mouth. 

“It’s a meme, young Yamada showed me,” Yagi sighed, “Go clean him in the bathroom, Shouta. I’ll start making him something to eat. Naomasa, Mirai would you mind making the appropriate phone calls for an abandoned child?” 

“Daddy didn’t leave me there,” Shinsou piped up, “I ran cause he doesn’t like my quirk and he likes to be mean when he drinks his grown-up juice.” 

His speech was squeaky and slightly lisped but Yagi watched his eyes and straightened as he saw the familiar spark in the boy’s eyes, eyes that were much too old and worn to be in a three-year-old’s face. It was clear to him and Aizawa that the boy wasn’t lying, but he was giving them all the info they needed in a quick and orderly fashion unlike that of a true child. 

He offered a slight smile as he shooed the two loopers towards the bathroom, turning to share a grim look with his fellow heroes. This was going to be a long evening from the sounds of it. 

As soon as Aizawa and Shinsou disappeared into the bathroom they were laughing. 

“Did you see their faces?” Shinsou wheezed, his tiny body curling up on the closed toilet lid Aizawa set him on. 

Aizawa was doing moderately better at keeping his laughter in, even if his shoulders shook as he turned on the bathtub faucet. 

“Keep it down,” He grumbled, “We can’t be too suspicious for the others.”

“But their faces! It was so funny!” 

Aizawa rolled his eyes, “Why were you in the trash anyway?” 

Shinsou’s face fell, “I um… I got tossed in there by some lady. I think she was planning on coming back to…” 

Aizawa winced, his kids were a whole lot smaller than they were used to and had none of the usual muscle or coordination they relied on. The dangers of the world just got a whole lot bigger in the most mundane fashion. 

“Come on kid,” He said instead, focusing on the fact that he had found Shinsou instead of the what-ifs, “Let's get you out of those clothes and into the water." 

“I can bath myself,” 

“Explain that to Nighteye and Tsukauchi.” 

Hitoshi pouted but started undressing anyways. It wasn’t like Aizawa hadn’t seen him in the buff before. Nudity between loopers wasn’t anything new at this point between all of the unfortunate quirk accidents and students forgetting to lock their doors when Aizawa did his nightly checks in the dorms. The unfortunate prank in loop 13 where Mina puts her acid into the sprinkler system made it so even Yagi and Aizawa weren’t exempted from that fact.

The bath was quick though Aizawa got more splashed then he expected, only to see the bright red blush on Shinsou’s face each time. The memories, instincts of a two-year-old were hard to shake, even as an immortal teen it seemed. No matter, because Aizawa took a certain glee in splashing him back, wondering idly if this is what could have been if he had found Shinsou or Eri earlier in their lives. 

Soon however he had a much cleaner and happier Shinsou wrapped up in a towel and carried him back to his room so that he could put on Aizawa’s softest cat tee shirt to wear as a dress until someone could run out to get more supplies for the little boy. 

Yagi smiled at the pair as Shinsou ran into the kitchen, bouncing with far more energy than the teenage version never had. 

“Well don’t you look like you’re feeling better,” He chuckled as he started dishing out the chicken yaki udon he had made. Shouta was willing to bet it had extra garlic and chili in it, just like Hitoshi liked.   

“So you’re the Detective Yagi is constantly talking about,” Aizawa hummed, as he helped Shinsou into a chair. Yagi didn’t even turn away from the stove to swat the teen on the back of the head. Aizawa just smirked as he saw the pink ears the number one hero sported. Even after being married to the man a dozen times Yagi still got flustered no matter how his feeling pushed him towards. 

“Yes,” Tsukauchi replied, “Tsukauchi Naomasa. You must be the hero intern these two knuckleheads keep going on about.” 

Aizawa snorted at the indignant squawk that came from the heroes, “Only if you’re thinking about the tired one that can sneak up on Nighteye and avoid his quirk touches if you’re thinking about the loud one that works with Yagi, that’s my boyfriend. Aizawa Shouta at your service.” 

He noticed the non-looper shoulders stiffen. 

Ah right. 

Nighteye was staring down Yagi as the man turned from where he had finished dishing out the food only for the older man to roll his eyes, “Yes he knows, Mirai.” 

“What?” The other hero hissed. 

“I know,” Aizawa repeated, “Mostly cause I’m not a complete idiot.” 

“Patrol two months ago,” Yagi countered. 

“We were out of coffee. I am not responsible for my actions. Plus you tripped over your cape like two days ago, Mr. 6/5 intelligence.” 

“I’m still just a man despite what the media likes reporting. Plus Yamada is a much bigger mess than I am when it comes to costume mishaps.” 

“Your point?” 

“How can you call me out when the love of your life is a bigger disaster?” 

Aizawa paused, mouth opened before he slowly closed it, “You got me there.” 

“Time out,” Naomasa called, “I think there’s a lot more that needs covered here.” 

Aizawa shrugged, “I got kicked out like eight months ago because I was gay, trans and griefing the tragic death of my friend and my abusive mom was looking for a reason to kick me out. I lived on the streets for like two weeks, ended up running into Yagi, saving him from a mugger who apparently thought a seven-foot-tall wall of muscle was a good target. He found out I was homeless and decided that was not happening on his watch and offered me a place in his guest room until I was able to make other arrangements. He stumbles in with a wound I saw a villain give out earlier on the news Mr. Hero man and put the pieces together. Now I could move out but Yagi and I are used to each other and it’s nice here. I make sure he takes a break after his fights, he makes sure I eat. I give him a new perspective on cases and I get experience out of it like no one else at UA. He offered me a place at his agency and I made him extend the deal to anyone that impressed him at the Sport’s festival since I was not having people digging into why I got such a good offer, he ended up choosing Yamada and by working together we grew closer and I asked him out, meaning that if we ever get married Yamada is going to insist on Yagi being Best Man for ‘bringing us together.’ Anything else I need to cover?” 

He thinks he managed to get all of that out in one breath, feeling like he had suddenly been possessed by the Problem Child. From the mirth dancing in Yagi’s and Shinsou’s eyes, he probably sounded like it too. The detective’s eyes were wide as none of what he said had been a lie, though some of the events he mentioned happened in a different order or in a different timeline than what he suggested it was still true. 

Sir Nighteye looked like he had a migraine. 

“What all does he know?” He asked, stiffly taking the bowl offered to him as Yagi finally made it to the table with the last of the food. 

“I’m right here you know, Nighteye,” Aizawa grouched, “Are you just mad I’ve been working with you for five months and you had no idea I was in on the secret?” 

The man didn’t even bother looking at Aizawa even as his lips thinned. Yup, that’s definitely what pissed him off the most. The man was getting easier and easier to read with each passing day that Aizawa worked in close contact with him. 

Yagi shrugged, “Ummm…. Most of it?”

“What?!” 

“Let’s see, I know about OfA and AfO,” He rattled off, sticking to the acronyms he and the kids made up a while ago, “I know about the fact that the head PA is only technically lying, I know about Nana. I know he’s going to find a stubborn piece of broccoli and hand over his secret to him in about 12ish years. Is there anything I’m missing?” 

“Hair.” 

“Oh yeah if he force-feeds me a hair my limbs pop off,” Aizawa finishes, before picking up his bowl and beginning to eat. 

The stupefied silence made it very hard to keep broth from going up his nose. Especially since he could see the WTF looks the pair were shooting at him and Yagi as they just nonchalantly ate their soup and helped Shinsou slurp his noodles. 

“Broccoli?” 

“Oh did you want some more, Mirai?”

“No that’s not-” 

“I’ll get it for you,” Aizawa offered, rising only to have Shinsou hanging off his sleeve.

“Problem child.” He grumbled earning a toothy grin as he simply plucked the boy up and placed him on his hip. 

Apparently when you’re the Number One Hero’s “PA” it's pretty easy to pull the strings to get a horribly abused boy into your care and away from his dad. Suddenly the tiny family of heroes had an itty bitty hero running amuck, and right now Aizawa was feeling like he was dealing with Eri instead of Shinsou as he tried to wrangle the kid into getting ready so they could go check out the daycare Yagi and he were planning on leaving him while they worked and went to school. 

Shinsou unsurprisingly was less than impressed with this idea. 

“I don’t need a daycare,” Shinsou fought, glaring at Aizawa. It probably would have been much more effective if he was still a teenager instead of a toddler who was holding his shoes above his head. The thrown shoe nailing Yagi squarely in between the eyes was much more impressive. Thank god for them all being competent at makeup by now or the press was going to have a field day over the very obviously small foot-shaped bruise on All Might’s forehead.

After over half an hour they finally managed to wrangle the tiny menace into the car. Aizawa really hadn’t been struck by how different Shinsou was until now. 

Logically they needed someone to watch Shinsou since he was so young and lived with two pro heroes, logically a trusted daycare was the best option for them as bringing unknown people to babysit inside Yagi’s safe space was not an option no matter what the big brute said, and Logically Shinsou knew this. The problem however wasn’t that the logic didn’t make sense to Shinsou, he understood why he needed to go, but a three-year-old wasn’t going to listen to logic. To a three-year-old, he was being separated from the two people who saved him from his home, and that was scary. Shinsou may still have memories of a teenager but he was far from one right now and his body and emotions reflected that.

Entering the building would have been easier if there wasn’t a tiny blue-haired form suddenly plowing into Aizawa, knocking him and the brainwasher to the floor as they crossed the threshold. 

“Shouta?” 

His head snapped up to see Tensei blinking at him dumbly. He offered a smirk as he slowly disentangled Tenya from the pile of bodies they had created on the floor. 

“Did you develop your quirk while I was away, punk?” Aizawa asked Tenya with a fond huff as the far too intelligent eyes bore into him. 

He earned an eager nod, “Uh-huh! Nisan says I’m an ear-ly bloom-er,” the boy recounted, over articulating the words like he used to do all the time when he was truly this age. 

“Well what a coincidence,” He hummed, finally pulling himself up, and letting the Iida’s see his tiny companion be seen, “So’s my little brother.” 

Aizawa nearly laughed at the stunned look on Tensei’s face as he saw Shinsou who even now bore an odd resemblance to Shouta, but they weren’t related they had gotten tested in the original timeline after too many questions over if Aizawa had been a teen father or not. 

“Hello!” Tenya greeted, dragging the pair off to talk adamantly in the corner. Aizawa could hear code words from them however as the pair played out meeting for the first time but actually were catching up. 

“Since when do you have a baby brother who is the same age as Tenya?” Tensei hissed, looking bewildered and slightly hurt. 

“I wasn’t keeping him a secret for long,” He offered, “The adoption paperwork just went through last week.” 

Tensei reeled back, “Your mom was allowed to adopt a kid? She actually adopted a kid? And you aren’t blowing up about it?!” 

Aizawa stopped. Oh right, he never told his friends about his new arrangements, only Yamada knew, and that was because he worked with him, and All Might all day. He had never been forthcoming about the circumstances of his house life before they all found out about his homeless stent, but they could take a pretty good guess. How he loathed having to share them now, even after the main issues were dealt with, loathed telling his friends what horrors he faced before landing in the frankly absurd place was now. 

But as he watched the pair of boys bounce around his legs he couldn’t regret the choices that were made to get here. 

… okay maybe he could do without Yagi going feral and murdering them all, but he had never seen his two boys look so carefree, so happy. 

“It’s been a very weird year,” Aizawa laughed. 

Chapter Text

Aizawa could feel the exasperation rolling off of All Might when the man stuck his head into Aizawa’s cell was in only to find it filled with teenagers sprawled across the space, not very different then the scene he had wandered upon on the very first night Aizawa was held at UA. 

They had moved him to a more permanent cell inside of one of the main buildings on campus, well hidden and out of the way until they could figure out what to do with him. 

Not that he could blame him, after all, they knew he was Nomu, the same breed of beast that had attacked the USJ and Hosu, the same ones they had seen die and turn to ash by a simple command, at his command. He was willing to tell them everything but he didn’t really know everything they had done to him, didn’t know if he had a code that could cause him to hurt them. So a cell was made, and the quirk suppressors stayed on when they weren’t doing checks on his health. 

It wasn’t all that bad, they made his living space very comfortable, and Lunch Rush cooked all his meals. Hizashi and Oboro visited constantly, checking on him whenever they could and the other teachers took turns making sure he wasn’t going too stir crazy.  

The one fact they hadn’t accounted for however was for Class 1-A to be so taken with their savior. So taken in fact, that despite the many many many safeguards put into place to keep everyone away from Aizawa and to keep them out of the cell they seemed to be found in his cell more times than not before school, after school, and even during free periods and at lunch. No one was very sure how the students kept getting in, other than the other loopers of course, but the students never hesitated to study, eat or just hang with the former villain as if he was an old friend. 

It drove Nezu up a wall. 

“Children, you know you aren’t supposed to be up here.” 

Iida, Bakugo, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Tokoyami look up from where they were studying while Kirishima and Denki didn’t even stop their arm wrestling match, Sero still watching intently as their referee. Shinsou appeared to be napping with his head in Aizawa’s lap as the man gently ran his much too skinny fingers through his hair, nearly mirroring the ministration Tsu was doing to his own hair, which had started growing out again and was now falling to his chin, the red bandages that normally covered his face balled up on the bed next to them. Instead of the bandages, a sparkly purple cat sleep mask lay over his eyes, no doubt a gift from Aoyama. The man had yet to let anyone other than Recovery Girl see what lay beneath his bandages. 

The man’s clothes had slowly shifted back to that of the man’s actual preference instead of Aritoki’s outfits, soft and comfy black and grey clothes made up the majority of his wardrobe, though the kids were practically making it a competition to see who could successfully sneak an obnoxiously patterned piece of clothing into the mix without him noticing, it had originally been colored but someone pointed out the hot pink sweats the man had been fond of. 

So far Aizawa has found and removed all offending items from his closet that are not cat-themed, much to the student’s pouting and bemoaning how he couldn’t even see it.

“Are you going to stop us Yagi-Sensei?” Tsu asked as she took the hair tie from Aizawa and tied the braid crown off. 

“Would it work?” He asked instead of answering, ducking into the room, and deflating. After all, everyone knew he had nothing to hide from them. 

Aizawa had pushed the ‘reveal to 1-A’ up by months simply by feigning innocence when the man showed up as Yagi and he called him All Might. After all, how was the blind man to know All Might was currently in disguise? All he could tell was the voice telling the students they needed to clear out was that of the number 1 hero. 

The class definitely agreed this was one of their favorite ‘reveals’.  

“Joining us?” Aizawa rumbled, cocking his head to one side as his unnaturally slit mouth twitched up into what could be counted as a grin on his distorted face. 

“Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything to harm the children,” He countered, as he parked himself on the floor next to the bed, and watched as the students returned to their activities. 

It wasn’t the same as usual. There was less space compared to the classroom or dorm commons for one, not all the kids could fit in here comfortably at once, though they had tried. They had to be careful on how they talked here too, Nezu and the rest of the staff were almost guaranteed to review the footage of his cell compared to the very unlikely reviews that may happen once in a blue moon in the dorm or classroom. 

But they were together. Shouta could still be with his family even if he couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t protect them like he wanted to, he could reconnect with Oboro, he could make Hizashi flustered with his blatant flirting, he could worry over his kids and Yagi’s well-being while cheering them on. He even convinced the staff to allow him to listen to the sports festival, Vlad and Snipe being completely shocked as he eagerly soaked in all of Zashi’s comments even wondering who would win each round. Snipe technically owed him 500 yen for calling that Uraraka would take first place over Bakugou but he had no real need for money so he wasn’t going to care that much if the man didn’t pay up.

Nothing was normal, but Aizawa still had his problem children and Yagi and Zashi and Oboro and that was enough.

It had taken time and wearing down but Aizawa was finally led from his room for a long overdue visit. He was shackled up, with his hands connected to his feet and medical-grade quirk suppressors coursing through his veins as well as those around his limbs, though that was redundant considering he ran almost as hot as a fire user and would burn out long before they got him back to his cell. Hizashi, Oboro, and Cematoss lead him through what must be the catacombs beneath the school that they weren’t supposed to know about before he was pulled to a stop as a large metal door squeaked open and he was led inside and sat in a cold metal chair. 

He waited until the door shut behind him, hands in his lap and head turned down as if to look at his fingers as they twisted in his shirt.

“Tomura,” Aizawa sighed, not raising his head, “I’m sorry.” 

“Pathetic,” the man growled, at equal level to him, was he in a chair or on his bed? “begging for forgiveness? You betrayed me, you betrayed Sensei and the whole cause you raised me for! And over what?” 

“For the people that I was taken from when Sensei used me as an experiment.” 

He could feel Shigaraki freeze, silence taking them over. 

“Wh-What? What are you talking about, Aritoki ? Sensei just gave you-” 

“My name wasn’t always Aritoki, in fact, it was only Aritoki as long as you’ve been Shigaraki Tomura,” Aizawa countered, “and I do truly mean experimentation not just giving me additional quirks. May I tell you my side, Dust Bunny?” 

He knew the villain flinched at that, his old nickname for the boy, made after finding him hidden under his bed one too many times. Sensei had banned the use of the name as soon as he found out but at that point, Tomura was ten and the connection to being safe with Aritoki and the name was there. 

“Explain.” 

And so he did. He told Shigaraki his real name. He told him of his time at UA and how close he was to Hizashi, Oboro, Nemuri, and Tensei. He told him of how his mother had been abusive, and how even after he got into UA she refused to see him as anything but a villain, how she kicked him out when he finally made it into the Hero Course. He told him of how he still did everything he could in UA to prove he was worthy of being a hero even while struggling with being homeless and too proud and embarrassed to get help from his friends. He told him how he went to sleep in an abandoned shop he had been squatting in and waking up strapped to a table. He told him of the pain and experiments performed on him. He told him of how his memories, his personality, his very identity had been stripped from him, with only the barest hints of what made up Aizawa Shouta remaining in the Nomu known as Aritoki. 

As he told his story he could practically hear the gears turning in Shigaraki’s head. The tension rolling off the boy was clear even without seeing him, the fear and confusion as Aizawa continued making the room almost suffocating. He knew what the kid was thinking, after so many years fighting him and so many raising him. 

So he rose to his feet and bowed, perfectly straight back at a 90-degree angle, just like he remembered teaching Tomura years ago.

“I’m sorry,” He repeated, “I know it might be hard to hear, to question if all these years we’ve had together were real or simply my mission but I want to make one thing clear. I care for you Dust Bunny, I care even if I can’t continue on the mission I was forced to preach to you since Sensei took you in, you’ve been like a son to me since I nicknamed you instead of using your whole name as I was trained to do. You’ve been my son since I stayed up all night with you drinking hot cider because the nightmares had been too much when my programming told me I should have put you back to bed. You’ve been my son since we snuck out of the bar to get ice cream and spend time at the cat cafe because I wanted you to have one more day as a normal kid before sensei started your harsher training. You’ve been-”

“Shut up!” Tomura broke in, breathing speeding up, “Shut up Shut up SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP-”

Aizawa could give less then a shit if the heroes had told him to stay in his seat, he was across the stretch of room in a heartbeat, kneeling in front of the chair Tomura was chained to, running a hand through his hair and over the largest patch of dry skin on his neck soothingly. His other hand found his wrist, to take his pulse to calculate how far gone the man was, he was surprised to find no quirk cuffs on him, just stiff two-finger gloves. 

“Breathe with me Dust Bunny, you know how to match my breaths, come on back it’s okay.” 

The soothing familiar words caused the younger man’s breathing to slow, but the tension didn’t leave him. 

“You act like you care, but you won’t even look me in the eye,” 

Aizawa bit out a huff, but hands didn’t hesitate to reach up to the bandages wrapped around his face and slowly unraveled them, head held up for the first time since he had entered the room, guessing where Tomura’s eyes were and trying to meet them as his sightless eyes became visual. 

He hadn’t thought to mention his blindness, not seeing it as being a big deal anymore even without the use of his quirks, his eyes however he knew were… unsightly. 

Instead of the dark iris and normal scala that he usually had the trauma of the surgeries and quirks they now glowed pale gold all over, with a yellow haze following them even outside his actual eye. In his left eye you could still see the pupil vaguely through the mist, randomly shrinking and growing as it tried to take in information, the right was completely blank. 

“Because I can’t,” He breathed, “My eyes were some of the first things they took from me, and without access to my quirks I can’t see anything.” 

A hand lifted, and brushed over his cheeks, rising up to trace around his eyes, he did not flinch, even knowing that Shigaraki could easily kill him right then and now, but Aizawa knew he wouldn’t, not when his hands shook as they did.

After a long minute, the hand dropped, and Shigaraki took a shaky breath before he demanded he leaves. He turned, wrapping the bandages around his head. 

“I’ll see when I can visit next,” He promised as he stood by the door waiting for the observers to let him out. 

A loud crash sounded from outside the door 

His heart dropped. He didn't know what was out there but he knew it couldn't be good, the only question was who was in danger? The heroes or Shigaraki and himself?

He spun around, holding out his cuffs to Shigaraki, “Get these off me.” 

“What?” 

“Something is happening out there,” he replied gruffly, something bad if none of them are responding to me. You can’t fight in this state and I can’t fight without my quirks so decay the cuffs Tomura.” 

“Why-“

“Because I’m not going to let you or them get hurt!” 

Shigaraki was quiet for what felt like an eternity, shocked by Aizawa screaming most likely since in the fifteen years Aizawa had been Aritoki he never once raised his voice before Aizawa heard something tear. 

“They chained me to the chair with energy cuffs. I can’t move,” he called but wrapped his hand around Aizawa’s chains. 

For the first time in months, Aizawa’s vision snapped back into place almost throwing him off balance before he was sprinting, tentacles whipping out to tear the large door from its hinges.

He stopped as he took in the scene before him, breath coming easier, as he resisted the urge of facepalming.

“Butterfly, Phoenix, Drummer Boy,” He growled hair and tentacles whipping around him, “What are you doing here?” 

Toga, Dabi, and Mustard paused at the nicknames, side-eyeing each other. He knew nicknames were something he usually only used in private, but he wasn’t going to beat it around the bush right now, not when Toga’s scalpel was digging into Hizashi’s neck, Dabi’s hand was smoking on Oboro’s arms as Mustard cocked his gun against the bluette’s temple. 

“Saving you and Boss, silly!” Toga laughed, “Can’t leave you too stuck in the hero’s hands."  

It seemed his second set of problem children had arrived.  

Chapter Text

Sharing the dorms with someone that wasn’t in the know was always a challenge, they had to constantly watch what they said, holding their normal talk to private, acting ‘normal’ to the unknowing public that invaded what was suppose to be their haven. Most of the class had openly admitted to hating those types of loops the most because no matter who the traitor was, no matter what changes to their persons, no matter the logic twist to the world around them, they could always be open in the dorms unless of course there was someone else living there. 

No one could really be mad about their latest addition, however. 

“KEIGO YOU WINGED BASTARD GET BACK HERE!” 

No one even looked up at Bakugou’s scream though they did duck as a red blur flew over their heads and ducked into the laundry room. Momo merely frowned from where she sat cross-legged on the washer waiting for her cycle to end, book in her lap. 

“Why is Bakugou yelling?” 

Hawks looked sheepish as he locked the door, “I may have finished off the chicken he was planning on using for dinner tonight.” 

“Ah, that would do it,” She laughed, pulling out her phone to send a message to the teachers requesting additional supplies, “I thought you were getting better about the names claiming food aspect of shared living.” 

“I swear there was no name on it! I didn’t realize it was being saved!” He whines poking around the laundry room with a peculiar intrigue, pulling a few stray socks out of random corners, and making a small pile with a bemused chirp. 

“Well that’s odd, Bakugou never leaves unclaimed food in the fridge,” She hums, thinking through the possible scenarios perhaps someone else had gotten into the food earlier today, or maybe Satou or Dark Shadow had been rummaging through the fridge without paying attention again and knocked Bakugou’s usual note off. After all, the only other reason Bakugou’s food wouldn’t be labeled is if… 

Oh.

Her eyes snapped over to Keigo, watching as his wings moved when he breathed, puffing ever so slightly as he turned and wiggled as he stretched so unlike the ever so still limbs he showed on TV, listening for the quiet content chirps and coos that he was just beginning to let slip without trying to stop. She thought back to other aspects they had found out about the man, barely older than themselves and so undeniably naive to the majority of life, the third eyelids they saw slide across his eyes when he was stubbornly trying to stay up during their weekly movie nights, the small speckles of red hidden in his hair, feathers too small to pluck they he did with the rest of the dusting of plumage that was apparently supposed to run through his hair, the painfully short talons on his toes that they had seen after Mina accidentally melted his house slippers. 

The parts of him the HPSC had convinced him were bad and wrong. 

Now the only logical reasoning that Bakugou’s food wouldn’t have had a label on it is… 

“Keigo… was the chicken raw?” 

Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so forward as she watched him stiffen, wings stilling instantly and folding tight against his bag as he whipped around to face her. 

“Whaaaaat?” He joked, and she winced as his media smile slide back onto his face for the first time in over a week, the longest he had gone in the three months he had been with them without slipping back into his old habits, “Why would you think that? I may not be good at cooking but even I know that raw chicken is like super dangerous to eat right? Why would I-” 

“It’s dangerous for base humans,” She said calmly, “But quirks can have various effects on their users, including in some cases a change in dietary requirements or simply the ability to safely consume something most would consider dangerous. Mutant Quirks tend to have the greatest likelihood of this.” 

She knew the statistics by now, Midoriya’s muttering storms alone let her know about Tsu and Tokoyami’s unusual in diets if the simple fact they had lived together for almost 75 years hadn’t let her in on that tidbit, along with Toga’s and Stain’s immunity to all blood-based illnesses. Thinking that Hawks was any different was foolish. 

“I’m not… I don’t…” His eyes were going hollow. 

“Kei, it’s-” She only meant to lay her hand on his bicep, to try and ground him but her wrist was caught in almost a bruising grip. She stilled not wanting to startle the man more. He didn’t usually lash out like this, preferring to run and hide in a small space, but she wasn’t going to assume that even with her years in the loop that she could go against a panicked ex number two hero without major damage done to her and him both. 

“Nonononononononono…” He was almost frantic in his whispering, as he tried to pull his hand away from her but his grip didn’t loosen, if anything it was starting to tighten. 

“Keigo?” 

“I’m sorry!” He cried out, “I didn’t mean to! I can let go, I can I promise!” 

“I know you will,” She hummed softly, “You need to breathe first though Kei.”

“I can let go, I will please don’t break my hand again.” 

She felt her blood boil, she may not know what was going on but if the HPSC had broken Keigo’s hand repeatedly to stop it then she had another reason to encourage Midoriya to continue with his quiet take over of the Hero world. 

“It’s okay, you’re in UA, Keigo. No one will hurt you,” She cooed softly, adding a little peep at the end, a noise they had learned seemed to help Keigo calm down, as she guided him to sit in the middle of the floor, “You’re worked up about grabbing me but it’s okay, I’m not hurt and we’ll wait here as long it takes you to calm down.” 

“... Okay.”  He whispered, but Momo kept talking softly about anything that she could think of, thinking back to Hayami, the Goliath Cockatoo her uncle had, and how she always settled down when her uncle talked or sang to the bird. 

No matter if this worked on all birds or just Hayami she didn’t know but what she did know was that she a birdie in front of her that needed to know how painstakingly good he was. 

Tokoyami had a mission, one he hadn’t expected to be on but the injustice he had learned not even six hours ago was enough for him to pull himself out of bed at 7 am on a Saturday and make his way to the top floor of the building. 

He slightly regretted not doing this in sections as he made his way down to the third floor, but it was drawing close to eight-thirty, the usual time that Satou called them together for whatever breakfast creation he had decided to test out making this week and he wanted to have his surprise ready by then. 

So he balanced the laundry basket he was carrying on his hip trying to not spill any of the overflowing contents from it as he raised his hand and pound on Jiro’s door. 

“What?” She called without opening the door. 

“Please let me in,” 

“Hey, Kyo!” Dark Shadow called, bobbing slightly behind Tokoyami

He heard a huff before the door was roughly pulled open, “Look if you’re here for my black nail polish that little twep Shi- what are you doing?” 

He did admit it was a very odd look, what with the laundry basket he was holding and the three Dark Shadow had, overflowing with all manners of pillows, blankets, clothing items and nearly spilling on the floor in all manner of colors and styles, the majority of it far too vibrant to be his own.

"HPSC wouldn't let Keigo build a nest." 

He watched as her confusion instantly cleared just like every other classmate had as she turned back into her room, leaving the door open for him to follow, blood lust rolling off of him. 

He hadn't always been the most open with his classmates about his... habits. Animal instincts from animal mutations were often looked down on as undesirable, things to hide away from the general public, but he gave up on hiding himself around the same time Midoriya shared One for All with them and Tsu had followed his lead. Now the entire class was more or less aware of the basics of bird and frog mutant instincts and none were more well known as nesting. 

It's the same for all bird mutants, the undeniable urge to build a nest. Often in the mutant's bedroom, or even replacing their bed the nest would be created from soft and comfortable materials only allowed to be touched and entered by those the mutant trusted and allowed in, though often trust friends and family members would contribute pieces into the nest helping personalize the nest to the mutants comfort. Most bird mutants said their nest was their haven and many said their nest contributed to their mental stability. 

To not have a  nest... 

Tokoyami didn't even comment as Jiro stuffed three well-worn band shirts into his basket alongside a navy and dark purple swirling blanket, her favorite blanket no less, "When are you giving this to him?" 

"At breakfast if I can get Hagakura's, Shinsou's, Midoriya's, and Aoyama's contribution before Satou calls us down." 

"I'll get Kura's and Shins's you get Midori's and Yama's." 

"If you insist." 

By the time they made it to breakfast with their four baskets, everyone else was already in the kitchen and Tokoyami watched as every student turned to him, eyes waiting. 

Hawks was busy stuffing his face with the plum strudel and sausage so he didn’t notice until Tokoyami was standing next to him how much stuff he was carrying. He simply cocked his head, cheeks puffed out stuffed to the brim with food as his former intern dropped the mountain of bedding and clothes at his feet. 

“The class decided to donate things for you to build a nest.” 

Hawks spat his wad of half-chewed up food back onto his plate as he tried desperately not to choke at the nonchalant words, sputtered denials on his lips but Tokoyami could see the way his hands trembled and his eyes flashed over each piece of fabric, tracing the patterns of the material, as if mentally already forming a nest in his head.

“Tokoyami.” 

Heads whipped around to see Aizawa leaning against the counter, coffee mug in hand as he glared heavily at the short teen, next to him Keigo’s eyes snapped away from the piles and his back snapped to ramrod straight. 

Aizawa however paid him no mind, still focused on Tokoyami, “Why didn’t you tell me we were giving Keigo nesting materials before I left the teacher’s dorms? Now I have to go back.”

“You have two outfits and a sleeping bag what are you going to contribute?” 

The comment was more sarcastic and blunt than he usually went for but Keigo’s shoulders instantly loosened as he barked out a laugh watching the teacher cuff the bird boy upside the head, before ruffling his feathers. 

“ Says the brat that stole one of my sleeping bags for his own nest.” 

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Loop #1 

Okay, so he had a really vivid dream of the last three years after way too much coffee and way too little sleep. 

Never done that before, but it’s not like he had done anything out of the ordinary- 

Right Mic had made that western dish he wanted to try, what was it? Meatloaf? 

He made a mental note to never let his husband in the kitchen again as he thrust the gym uniform at the startled group of teens he could have sworn graduated already, the ones he could swear he had, gone soft for as they fought through hell and back together, but clearly, he was just dreaming. 

After all, while time travel existed, it was nothing like this. 

Loop #4

“Since when do you have so many kids, Eraserhead?” 

He really didn’t really get questions anymore, now that he was a vigilante, but his fellow vigilante, Crawler was a chatterbox, as usual, not to mention his question perplexed him. 

“Kids?” He found himself asking, “What do you mean? I’m not a father.” 

Crawler's eyes grow confused as they flick between him and just over his shoulder where the fight still rages on. 

“Duck!” 

The call had him dropping into a crouch as Uraraka soars over his head, swinging from her baby pink capture scarf to kick the assailant that was trying to sneak up on him in the face. 

“Don’t show off!” He called as he watched Ojiro do a double backflip off of one of the villain’s heads and slammed him into another, “Save the show ponying to limelight heroes!” 

“Sorry, Eraserdad!” 

“So no kids?” 

“No? Where is this question- Yellow! We’re knocking them out, not hitting on them!”

“But you said to seduce them!” 

“You know that’s not what I meant! I said subdue!” 

“Ugh fine!” Denki groaned as he swiftly stuck the confused villain between the eyes knocking them out. Aizawa gave him one final glare before turning back. 

“As I was saying, where on earth did you get the idea that I had children from? 

“Uhhhhhh nowhere, I guess?”  

Loop #6

Speedracer: So I owe Tensei money, but Shouta owes me money so I think Tensei should just get the money from Shou. 

Sonic: What bets are we talking about? Cause I can think of about seven combos that could lead to that outcome at the given moment

Napgod: Tenya is a little shit

Sonic: Okay that narrows it down to two options, did Sho and Zashi accidentally out themselves, or did the nightmare children manage to burn down the dorms without the use of their quirks or the stove?

SHOUT: In my defense my hot husband offered a makeout session in the teacher’s lounge and I am weak-willed

Nyquil: Boys! I never knew you had it in you! 

Napgod: In my defense I was horny, and it was supposed to be empty.

Speedracer: I didn’t need to know that, I’ve heard you two go at it enough

Sonic: Are we seriously saying that SHOUTA, Mr. Looking-at-me-is-too-much-PDA, was horny enough to make out with Zashi on school grounds?! 

Speedracer: He’s been fucking Zashi with his eyes all year, I’m surprised people haven’t caught on before now. Honestly I’ve been wondering if Zashi was spiking Sho’s coffee with little blue pills

Sonic: WTF?

Napgod: I came to the realization that I love my husband and don’t give a shit who inside the building knows so I may or may not have lessened my PDA rule a bit. 

SHOUT: A bit? Sho, the way you have been acting is fucking scandalous compared to our old rules, I’ve never so satisfied. 

Speedracer: The amount of times you spend in utility closets has raised substantially

Speedracer: And can we please stop talking about this, I’m scared enough from when I was 11 to last me a lifetime. 

Napgod: Bold words for the person I found with Todoroki is the locker rooms not two days ago. 

Sonic: WAIT WHAT 

Sonic: WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY BROTHER WAS ALONE IN THE LOCKER ROOM WITH A BOY?!

Speedracer: I bought your silence with a trip to the Cat Cafe. 

Speedracer: Just for this I’m going back downstairs and hiding the mocha creamer.

Napgod: Wait no

Speedracer: Enjoy creamless coffee fucker

Loop #11

“I’m interning with Nezu.” 

The words were instantly followed by Aizawa slamming his hand onto the counter, shattering his fresh mug of coffee in a violent spray of hot liquid and ceramic. 

“The ONE thing I told you not to do?” 

Midoriya simply gave him a shit-eating grin. 

“Yes.” 

Loop #30

“Dad’s gone soft and We’re getting a new sibling/cousin by the end of the year,” Shoto announced the second he and Aizawa walked through the door to their apartment, causing Touya to choke on his smoothie and Ikki shot up from where he had been lying face down on the couch. 

“What!” 

“You’re a brat,” Aizawa grumbled, “ I am not planning on adopting anyone.” 

“You called him problem child,” 

“Shit,” Touya whistled, “We’re going to have a new sibling,” 

Aizawa just threw up his hands, “Just because I called him problem child doesn’t mean I’m going to adopt him!”  

“Yes, it does,” His three sons chorus, making the senior hero groan. 

Loop #63

Yagi was quick to open the door, a large smile pulling on his lips as he called over his shoulder, “Himiko don’t go adding anything to the main food, you know to pull your own out first, Touya please don’t let Shoto burn the rice. Shouta how do-” He stopped blinking at the person in front of him not being the dark-haired teacher he was expecting, “Naomasa! This is a surprise, was there something you need?” 

The detective raised an eyebrow, selection of folders in his arms, “Just some cases I thought you might like to help on. Do… do you have company?” 

Yagi pouted, “Oh come on that’s not something you need to be so surprised by this.” 

“Toshinori, none of the names you just listed are Shield, Torino, Miari, or Midoriya. So yes it’s surprising, “ 

He rolled his eyes giving a dismissive wave, “Midoriya is coming with Shouta along with the children who were staying at the dorms this weekend.” 

“Children?” 

Toshinori blushed lightly, “I may have offered up my home as a safe space for the students with less than stellar home lives. We’ve even started to have weekly, ah, family dinners?”

Naomasa couldn’t help but grin at the flustered admission. Of course, the man looked at the ragtag bunch of students and claimed them as his own, could he expect anything less from the pure-hearted man. 

“Well then, can I meet these kids of yours?” 

“I’m not-” 

“Yagi, Bakugo blew up the pitcher again, do we have anoth-” 

The awkward silence grew as Naomasa and Tenko stared each other down, both paling and eyes widening before the ex-villain spun on his heel and sprinted deeper into the house screaming “IT’S THE FUZZ!” 

Crashes and screams were heard before the world went silent. 

“That was-” 

“Shimura Tenko,” Yagi cut off, “One of the children I offered my home to.” 

“Toshinori, you can’t just adopt villains.” 

“Too late, they’re mine now, you can’t have them.” 

“They?!” 

Chapter Text

Loop #68

Even with Midoriya becoming quirkless again, the loop didn’t change in trajectory all that much. As he had mentioned this wasn’t his first time being quirkless in the Hero Course, though it was the first time he stopped having a quirk after the first year. An easy story of getting shot with one of Overhaul’s quirk erasing bullets later and the world turned sympathetic to the teen that the public thought sacrificed everything but his life for the little girl that Aizawa had promptly adopted. 

No, the world kept spinning even after Midoriya’s choice and they got back to business as usual. 

It wasn’t until the middle of second year did they realize anything was amiss. 

Not until one morning when Midoriya comes downstairs half asleep and rips the fridge door off, green lightning dancing over his skin. 

He blinks down at his arm in confusion before scowling. 

“I knew I shouldn’t accept those muffins Tamaki made,” He muttered, “I’m going to freaking tranq dart him.” 

“What the fuck, nerd?” 

“Huh?” Midoriya looked up at them, “Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you guys! Mirio and I are having a battle of wills! Whoever loses gets One for All.” 

“So you’re-”

“Tricking the other into eating something with our DNA in it over and over again? Absolutely!” 

Yagi looked almost pained as he rubbed a hand over his face, “Young Midoriya, One for All is not a hot potato.” 

“Well it’s my quirk right now,” Midoriya countered, “And it’s about to be Mirio’s and you always said I could pick the person I thought deserved it after me.”

“This isn’t what I meant!” 

Loop #70

Shoji was tired. 

He was tired and the little twerp in front of him was aggravating to a blood pressure-raising degree. 

Now Shoji had heard Monoma rant and rave about 1-Bs supposed superiority before, had had to listen to the twerp’s unhealthy obsession with being better than 1-A more times than he cared to remember. 

But he had a defense this time.

He counted to 100 in his head before deciding enough was enough and raising an arm and shooting a length of tape at his mouth, effectively silencing the annoying blond who stared in confusion at the taller teen 

Kendou, who looked close to striking Monoma, gapped up at him, “Wha… Since when can you use Tape?!” 

He simply cocked his head, “Midoriya offered so we’re testing out if I can use Sero’s quirk efficiently with my own, so far it seems like a good upgrade.” 

“I’m sorry,” she said numbly, “he did what?” 

“Do… do you not know what Midoroya’s quirk is?” 

“Super strength?” 

“No,” he shook his head, “Geez, for a group that Monoma says is so much better than 1-A, you guys aren’t very observant.” 

Before they could say anything else Denki zoomed over, acid dripping from his shoes easily, cracking with electricity, “Yo, Shoji! All Might wanted to see you! Apparently, Midoriya has this idea of giving Momo your quirk to see if the ability to grow limbs from nothing can give her unlimited lipids to work with!” 

“Coming,” He agreed, turning his back on the pair only to see grey fabric fly past him. 

A glance over his shoulder showed Monoma’s hand a bare centimeter away from his shoulder Shinsou glaring at the copier with his hair and capture scarf wiping around him, eyes burning red. 

“We’ve been over this Monoma. You need to ask before copying quirks. You’d think you’d learn this at least as fast as Midoriya did, dude.” He said before dropping the quirk and rubbing his eyes, “Fuck that burn!” 

Denki just sighed and skated over, pulling the eyedrops the loopers had started carrying for Aizawa back at the beginning of the loops from his pocket, “You seriously need to use the drops if you’re going to keep copying Dadzawa.” 

“I didn’t know it hurt this much!” 

“Well duh,” Shoji snorted as the three of them finally leave the 1-B kids behind, “Aizawa is the guy that gets stabbed and comes to class without medical treatment only for us to figure out he’s hurt when one of us notices the blood on the ground next to him. You think dry eyes that he’s had since he was five is going to do anything but annoy him?” 

Loop #75

No one was really going to question why this was Mono-Nezu’s reward when they played nice and reached the reality tv levels of bonding he requested before he had told them to start bashing each other’s brains in, but it didn’t mean that they weren’t going to tease the fuck out of each other over it. 

“Guess who got max friendship level with Tokoyami, bitches!” Denki screeched running into the cafeteria with a blushing Tokoyami on his heels. Dark Shadow was trailing behind them, clearly being pulled by Tokoyami’s movements but dying of laughter. 

Denki was wearing a pair of deep purple boxers on his head, the image of a puffin in glasses splashed across the crotch with the title Stud Puffin proudly shown as he dodged away from Tokoyami’s attacks, the Pikachu boxers in Dark Shadow’s hands made the entire thing even funnier. 

Uraraka nearly snorted her juice, the lacy red panties she had gotten from Momo’s collection the day previously proudly tied around her wrist, “Geez Toko, I wasn’t expecting that!” 

Bakugo hollered at them to quiet down if they wanted breakfast, but it was hard to take him seriously when he was wearing Geodude tighty whities outside of his pants like those dumb prequirk era hero costumes. 

“Do you think Nezu regrets his ‘reward’ system yet?”

Aizawa snorted into his coffee at Yagi’s comment, “If he’s half as sadistic as the real Nezu then there’s no way in hell. Are you Mr. Tiger-print-boxer-briefs?” 

“Like you have any room to speak,” Toshinori snorted, “or are the hot pink panties in my pocket not damning enough without knowing they say ‘Private Booty: Reporting for Duty” across the ass?” 

To the untrained eye, Shouta was completely unaffected by the words, to someone that’s known him for over 200 years the embarrassment was clear in his eyes. 

“They’re comfortable.” 

“And you apparently have a thing for pink things.”

“I will ram my foot up your ass,” 

“Kinky.” 

Loop #83

“He went into the fucking vent after killing Tsuyu! I saw him!” 

The room was tense eyes flashing between the survivors, terror tangible as Mic scream echoed. 

Midoriya bit back a sneer, and instead looked to his fellow loopers, and saw uncertainty in their eyes. 

Only one thing to do to get out of this than it seemed. 

“I didn’t fucking do it!! I wasn’t even near Medbay!” 

The room grew still around him and he saw Shoji bite back a laugh as the mood of the room shifted. 

He didn’t like swearing, didn’t do it often though his tongue had gotten looser over the years, but he knew the long-held belief that his classmates had regarding his foul mouth. 

“Mic…” Mirio piped up, “I… I think you have to be wrong because Midoriya and I were in Nav together before you called the body.”

“Wha-”

“Now that you mention it I did see them over there too,” Midnight hummed, eyes growing hard, “So that just leaves the question, why would you lie, Mic?” 

“What-” Mic was growing frantic, “I’m not lying!” 

“He wasn’t even close to Med Bay!” Uraraka cried, “So he couldn’t have done it and you said you saw him in the vent!” 

“I did! They’re covering for him! Oh my god, how many imposters are there?!” 

Shoji and Sato were quick to grab him and pull him towards the airlock as votes came in. No doubt that no one trusted a word out of Mic’s mouth at this point. 

As Sato moved away to hit the button to open the airlock, Shoji leaned down to Mic’s ear. 

“There’s four of us still.” 

He could feel Mic stiffen under his hands the moment before he picked him up and threw him into the airlock, the door shutting behind him swiftly. Mic was pounding on the door, screaming and pleading to be let back in, how he wasn’t one of them, but no one would listen. 

The last thing Mic saw before the lock behind him opened was the twisted smirk splitting across Midoriya’s face. 

Loop #98

“Shouta?!” 

Unsurprisingly Mic was the first to break the silence, and Aizawa couldn’t help the relieved smile from pulling at his lips. 

“No, the other underground teacher you all thought was dead.” 

“Give em a break, Sho,” Iida groaned, popping his head out from the blanket he had burrowed under, “We’ve been missing like three years, they’re allowed to be a little shell shocked.”

“Oh my god, Tenya!” Nemuri gasped, speeding over and wrapping him in a hug, only to pull back when he stiffened and the four closest kids to him all bristled glaring at her with unrestrained bloodlust. 

“Careful,” Aizawa warned, and for a short second the teachers think he’s speaking to them until he continues, “They’re heroes and here to help us.” 

The kids seem to force themselves to relax but the teachers couldn’t help but notice how they all shift closer to Aizawa, to protect him or for him to protect them they weren’t sure. 

“My, what a peculiar morning,” Nezu hummed with his usual smile but his tail was lashing behind him, “Aizawa would you care to shed some light on what has happened since you vanished?” 

He offered a small shrug, “I got kidnapped by a psycho yakuza leader so I adopted 21 children.” 

“What the fuck, Shou?” 

“Seems like a logical conclusion to me,” Yagi countered from his place at the door, “Perhaps questions can wait until after we find food and clothing for our guests?” 

“I agree with the scarecrow,” Midoriya agreed, lifting a shaky hand, “Also I think I’m bleeding.” 

“Goddamnit Midoriya,” Aizawa sighed, “Why didn’t you say anything last night?” 

“Cause I’ve had worse and just wanted to pass out last night,” 

“Mood,” Four of the children agreed. He turned his glare to Tokoyami, Denki, Momo, and Mina.

“You problem children can’t give me one morning off from worrying over you could you?” 

Loop#116

“SHIT!” 

“Oh my god,” someone whispered while Aizawa groaned, facepalming as he watched the boy stare down at his shattered arm in confusion. 

“One!” He called as Iida and Shoji rushed forward to stop him from swinging the mangled limb around, “This is the third time this month!” 

“Okay,” He said as his limb was forcibly stabilized, “But I also have like a fucking nuke inside of me haunted by all my successors that aren’t currently alive and the energy is oddly addicting. Also for some reason, this body doesn’t register pain on the same scale so breaking bones doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I remember they should.”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN KEEP BREAKING YOUR BONES, NUMBNUT!” Bakugou yelled, only to be awarded with an eye roll. 

“It’s my quirk. I’ll do as I please!” 

Yagi just buried his head in his hands. He had been excited to be able to talk with the very first user, excited to hear the knowledge and wisdom he had to share. Instead One was a self-proclaimed ‘Millennial’, which seemed to translate to a very tired gremlin permanently in the midst of an existential crisis and compensating with horrible dark humor,  “I want my boy back.” 

“Two more years,” Aizawa grunted, “or less if One manages to blow all of us up.” 

Chapter Text

The day had arrived, the day Yagi had been looking forward to for 20 years for was finally here. 

He made his way up the walk of UA a loud shout stopped him in his tracks as he glanced over to see Hizashi waving at him eagerly, Shouta slouched against the wall next to him. 

“Ah Young Hizashi, Young Shouta!” He greeted, “You seem to be missing a member where is Young Oboro?” 

“He’s collecting the rest of the members of the LB as per the blond doofus’ request,” Aizawa relayed as they started leading him through the halls, the pair taking point while Yagi trailed a step or two behind, “Which we still have no idea why we’re meeting with all of us and the UA staff so wanna share?” 

Yagi could admit that it was probably strange to them, knowing that the Legend Builders, or LB for short, rarely meet altogether anymore, not with the former agency mates being scattered across the country with their own agencies to worry about and lives to live. No usually they only came together at the LB Tower twice a year, the days of rankings. Even the Underground heroes would make an appearance in the safety of the tower away from prying eyes. Now though he was asking all eighteen of them to break their tradition and not only meet outside of their safe haven but also add people outside of the LB’s bubble for the first since he started taking on interns. 

“I called the meeting because I have a few secrets that will be revealed to the UA staff and I believe that the LB deserves to know as well.”

The duo didn’t pause and Yamada only glanced back from a single moment, a chuckle falling off his lips, “Secrets? What kind of secrets could you be hiding?” 

It was a joke, mere teasing as he had always seemed so open and eager to share with them, but the opportunity was too good and Shouta’s sadistic nature had rubbed off on him a bit more than expected during the loops. 

“You’d be surprised,” his signature booming laugh falling from his lips, freezing the others in their tracks and he simply brushed past them easily standing proud in his muscle form. 

He walked a few meters further before he chanced a glance backward. 

Hizashi was frailing his arms, jaw on the ground but silent as if his vocal cords were protesting the mere idea of the truth presented to him. Shouta on the other hand was stock still eyes wide and unblinking, his entire body slack, like he was three seconds away from just crumbling to the floor. 

“Problem, gentlemen?!” He asked only to watch Aizawa’s eye twitch and he knew well enough to start running right as the younger man got his wits about him enough to be pissed, capture scarf lashing out and just barely missing its target as Yagi turned the corner, heading towards the teacher’s lounge, the teachers screeching wordlessly at his heels. 

He practically flew into the room and almost plowed over Jeanist and Air Jet, the entire room on edge as they saw All Might of all people frantically duck into the room, and dive behind 13’s desk.  

He could hear Aizawa kick open the door, right before Mic’s, thankfully normal human volume, screech reached his ears. 

“YOU UTTER BASTARD, WHAT THE FUCK ALL MIGHT?! YOU CAN’T JUST DO THIS SHIT AND THEN NOT EXPLAIN!!”

“Uhhhh… Whatcha guys doing?” Shirakuma asked hesitantly, only to be met with a pair of glares. 

“I’m going to kick All Might’s ass,” Aizawa growled, hair flaring up as his eyes scoured the room. 

“Why on earth-”

“Can it fanboy.” 

Yagi bit back a laugh but knew his fun was going to run out soon, so he slowly pushed himself up, “No need to be rude, Young Aizawa,” 

He could feel the instance Aizawa’s eyes fell on him, as smoke overtook his form as One for All was forcibly shut down. 

The room fell silent, all eyes on him, except for Nighteye and Nezu who were burying their head in their hands and watching the younger heroes with twisted glee respectfully. The entire room took in his true near skeleton form but the LB’s paled almost as one as they recognized him far more than they should. 

“Yagi?!” Fatgum stuttered out, “You’re… but…”

Nighteye cut off the startling questions with his own exasperated one, “Yagi, I swear to all that is holy if this wasn’t what you called us all together for and you just accidentally revealed the biggest secret in Japan to THIRTY pros I will personally remove what’s left of your internal organs and bake them into a pie.” 

Edgeshoot whipped around, “You knew?!?”

“Yes he did,” Yagi let out a low chuckle, “Afterall I am horrible keeping secrets, having at least one of you aware was necessary to… well keep me from fucking up long before now. And yes Mirai, I intend to end the secrecy around myself with everyone in this room.” 

“... all of them?” 

“Yes.”

“All?”

“Yes.”

“... even Miruko and Kamui?” 

“Hey, fuck you!” 

“That was uncalled for, and my answer is not changing Mirai. I may of had some fun with the reveal but I am serious about telling them everything now will you chill the fuck out?” 

“Oh Shit, All Might just swore,” he could hear Oboro mumble before Shouta huffed. 

“Idiot, Yagi swears… all the time…” 

He could see the room stiffen as their minds suddenly remembered all the things Yagi had been doing over the years. He had been given the nickname of Team Mom more than once with the amount of fretting and fussing he’d do for them and they would often lovingly tease him for his cute mannerisms. 

“Oh shit, All Might made me Carrot cake last week,” Miruko breathed out. 

“You think that’s weird,” Whirlwind muttered, “He still makes me kyaraben Bentos because apparently, he thinks I don’t eat well enough.” 

“Same…” The other Underground Heroes mutter, shooting each other looks. 

All Might sighed running a hand over his face, “Yes, I did and I stand by my statement, Underground Heroes don’t get a pass on taking care of themselves just because their sleep schedules are skewed. And now that you’re suitably weirded out, can you understand why I never told you? I am who I am at my core and being the number 1 Hero does not change that fact. I refuse to be as standoffish as I had to be as All Might because before this moment I doubt any of you could imagine All Might at the Intern Week game nights, or fighting with Kugo over the color of icing used for Jeanist’s birthday cake?” 

The room shifted uncomfortably at his words because no they couldn’t and he couldn’t blame them, but at the same time, there was no way they’d be able to imagine LB without Yagi being there, getting worked up into a tizzy over every bruise and cut no matter how minor, forcing food on them with a stare that made them feel guilty if they couldn’t finish it.

All Might was the face of the LB, but Yagi was the Heart, the one despite being a mere quirkless secretary that every last one of them would follow into battle as easily as they would All Might. 

“Well this has certainly been enlightening afternoon,” Jeanist hummed, face red behind his collar as he clearly remembered the weekend seven years ago when Yagi had forced his way into the younger man’s apartment to take care of him when the workaholic pretended like he wasn’t sick as a dog. 

Mirai snorted, flopping down onto the couch, “Oh if this going where I think it is going then we’re nowhere near done. Are we starting with your personal history or Quirk history?” 

“I believe the origins of One for All would be a good starting point.” 

“ How splendid!” Nezu chirped from his position in Aizawa’s scarf. Yagi doesn’t recall the Principal getting up there and by Aizawa’s jerk when Nezu speaks neither did the man in question, “Perhaps we should all get comfortable seeing as the explanation is not a short one. “ 

“... why does this scare me?” Hizashi questioned even as he flopped onto  Shirakuma’s cloud, Aizawa at his side. 

“Well because I have an OP 200-year-old uncircumcised penis looking asshole trying to kill me like he’s done with every member of my quirkline since brother, while he’s also trying to kidnap my adopted son, and is the shadow leader to the majority of criminal underground in Japan and has several ties outside of it as well.” 

Mirai just scowled at him as the room fell to chaos after his declaration, “Why are you like this?” 

“It’s the trauma.” 

“There is way too much to unpack here.” 

“Oh yes how could I forget.” 

Black Bat: The kids are going to enjoy hearing about your little stunt

Pennyworth: When did you wake up? Cause the guy that chased me through the halls was not my Shouta

Black Bat: I passed out somewhere between you explaining you never lied about being Quirkless and Miruko flipping the couch

Pennyworth: Ah I just thought you fell asleep

Black Bat: I mean I did, just after since I didn’t need the explanation again. 

Black Bat: Kugo’s reaction was fun to watch though, I never seen the guy looked so done 

Pennyworth: He really shouldn’t have asked what crimes AfO was guilty of

Black Bat: Maybe next time don’t go into so much detail on your injuries and AfO’s injuries, Shinji losing his lunch isn’t something I need to see

Black Bat: Speaking of which, I still need to kick your ass for missing last loop

Black Bat: Do you understand how upset the kids were? 

Pennyworth: Just the kids? I’m hurt, Shouta

Black Bat: Don’t deflect right now, I’m serious. 

Black Bat: It was…

Black Bat: I’m just glad you’re awake now 

Pennyworth: I’m sorry for making you go through that

Black Bat: You better be, fucker. 

Pennyworth: Does me getting you two husbands buy me some forgiveness?
Black Bat: Okay definitely kicking your ass

Pennyworth: That’s fair

Pennyworth: Come help me train Young Midoriya first? 

Pennyworth: I’ll bring the coffee you like

Black Bat: Give me 10 minutes

Black Bat: Got to make sure he doesn’t break himself during the Entrance Exam with 30 pairs of eyes on him

Pennyworth: :D

Chapter Text

The day was going to be a challenge.

Aizawa knew, knew that this would be one of his least favorite days despite the outlandish situation he was in, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t planning on having some fun. 

“Holy shit, is that Mr. Aizawa?” He heard one of his students' hiss as mutters broke out even louder as he made his way to Karasuma, the other male raising an eyebrow at his shaved-faced, neat bun and fitted suit. Hell, he even put a little makeup on to hide the ever-present bags under his eyes and did that one nude liner trick Mina had taught him several dozen loops back that apparently made his eyes pop.

“You clean up well,” The agent muttered as the other teachers moved away. He merely offered a shrug with a self-indulgent smirk.

“You know who my husband is, I don’t really have a choice when it comes to learning how to look professional, and I figured looking the part will help the kids more against the illogical system than showing up in my hero gear, so my comfort was a small sacrifice.” 

“You certainly managed to render more than a few speechless.” 

“Maybe the gremlins will be too stunned to pick on our problem class then.” 

Before Karasuma could answer Aizawa suddenly felt a hand brush slowly over his shoulder. 

“Well aren’t you a tall drink of water, Hey cutie, what’s your name?” 

He bit back a snort as he turned and shot an unimpressed look at Irina, “What part of gay is hard for you to understand?” 

It was all too satisfying to see her flirtatious look morph into utter horror as she realized who she had just come onto. 

“Wha- Aizawa?!” She screeched, drawing eyes to them before he glared at her and she switched to a hiss through gritted teeth, “What the hell? Since when do you know what a hairbrush and razor are? And fitted clothes? Holy shit you’re actually ripped?! What the hell!” 

“I use a hairbrush every day,” He sighed with a roll of his eyes, trying not to smile, “But I prefer my stubble and I’m a hero, so unless your quirk is something along the lines of Fatgum’s, that means you need to be in shape. Underground work means dark unassuming clothing is the logical choice, not a monkey suit unless of course, you’re a pretentious asshole like Sir Nighteye.” 

Mic looked unusually red but said nothing as Irina floundered next to him. Aizawa couldn’t help but feel a little smug at this, usually, it was his loud blonds making him flustered so it was nice to switch it up a little bit even if Mic didn’t know yet what he was doing. Plus turning on a honeypot seemed like it would be a challenge with how desensitized they’d be to sexual energy. 

The whispers around them had grown louder as everyone was looking stunned at the quartet and it seemed the class had caught on too if the little chuckles and giggles coming from them as they looked at the openly gawking student body was anything to go by. 

It didn’t stop Mina and Hagakure from pulling out their knife sheaths to show the teachers the customizations they had added though. Karasuma was quick to jump in and try to get them to put the cases away but Aizawa was faster. 

“Lovely pencil cases girls,” He said loud enough for the other classes to lose interest in whatever the girls were holding up, “But please put them away the assembly is starting.” 

He chuckled as he saw Karasuma’s shoulders relax, “Misdirect, don’t shut down. Teenagers are nosier than any group of spies or special agents. Shutting down something that looks interesting will make them more curious.”

“Thanks for the tip,” 

“Why do you know so much about teenagers anyways?” Mic  asked with a head tilt, “Don’t imagine you have to deal with too many of them in the hours an Underground hero usually patrols.” 

“Ah,” he hummed, tilting his head, “That’s because unlike all of you, I’m actually a licensed teacher.” 

“What?!” 

He rolled his eyes at the blondes, but even Karasuma looked a little shocked so he simply shrugged, “I’m on loan from UA. I permanently expelled my entire class so I was the logical choice to send over.” 

“You expelled your entire class?” Mic asked, brows scrunching even closer together, “Why’d you do that to the little buddies?” 

“Because they had no potential as heroes.” 

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” 

He almost glared before remembering that this Mic didn’t know, know of them, knew what he experienced. So instead he simply said, “The public has their own hero ranking but do you know how the Heroes themselves rank each other?” 

“Heroes rank each other?” 

“Yes,” He hummed lowly as the assembly began, keeping his eyes turned to the kids, “It's different between different countries but all heroes have the same basic system. In Japan, we call our rankings the Burning Scale. Where you rank on the scale is dictated by how long you stay alive.” 

He didn’t look at them as the meeting was called to a start, his low voice not reaching past the little bubble they had formed, “As of last year I had the highest rate of getting students to the third and fourth tier of our scale: Firecrackers and sparklers. Do you know what that means?”    

“What?” Karasuma asked, voice thick and gruff with emotions that Aizawa was all too familiar with. 

Aizawa closed his eyes, mentally recalling all the funerals he had been to before the loops had begun, counting how many he had failed even with the absurd success rate when looking at the raw figures, “In a mere eight years I have the highest rate of students that have survived more than five years after getting their licenses. If my trend holds strong then I will have the most campfire students in another four years once the remainder of my first two classes makes it to their ten-year anniversaries.” 

He opened his eyes to see the stricken faces of his fellow teachers who were just now understanding the horrors he was far too used to. He looked back at his students, whose shoulders were hunched under the mockery of their peers before continuing, “I decided that being hated for expelling those who lack potential was a lot better than watching the bodies of my students pile up.” 

“Ah Excuse me!” 

Their eyes flash over to where Iida was interrupting the assembly, “It seems as if our Class did not receive the handouts.” 

The student council president just snickered, “Oh my mistake! I must not have made enough,  I guess E-class is just going to have to memorize the sheets before you leave today. You and your classmates could stand to strengthen your memory anyway!” 

The room was laughing as his students folded in on themselves, hands shaking and faces blank. It took everything in him not to step up and tear into the arrogant asses laughing at his kids.   

A sudden flash caught his eye and he groaned as the students suddenly all had papers in their hands. 

“Oh, Nevermind we have our sheets now,” Iida announced, making the president flounder. 

“What but I- Holy shit!” 

All eyes were on a disguised Koro-san, his skin a normal flesh tone and his hands stuffed into gloves, human-like features tacked on in a way that was mostly convincing, but the whispers and panic were already winding through the crowd as the school caught a peak of Koro-san’s tentacles under his robe. 

“It’s Chironex!” 

“Fuck we’re all dead meat!” 

“Quick someone call the Pro Heros!” 

“It’s highly disappointing to see that such a fine school is promoting quirkism.” 

The panicked whispers at the auditorium stalled as all eyes turned to an annoyed-looking Aizawa. He could feel the other teachers stiffen under the watchful gaze of the school, wondering where he was going with his statement. Koro-san was failing to look casual as the pro let out a low sigh. 

“Think for five seconds and you might realize that Chironex is routinely seen fighting off the military and pro heroes alike to the point that he’s probably going to face off against All Might before long, and I doubt anyone really wants to run those odds. Do you really think that the being responsible for blowing up the moon has been teaching 3E since the first day of school? What need would a powerful being like that have with a bunch of teenagers that he hasn’t taken by now?”  

The other classes shifted uneasily at his words. 

“But you’d rather not think right now, would you? You’d rather treat Koro-san, a teacher at this school no less, as a criminal for the crime of what, not having four limbs? Having a mutation quirk? Not very faltering assumptions to be made from leading members of the school.”

“And who are you again?” One of the other teachers asked. Aizawa fought down a snort. Of course the 3-E teachers were looked down on almost as much as the 3-E students but he had a trump card he had been relishing the moment he could pull it out to shut up the bastards that treated his kids like dirt.

“Aizawa Shouta,” He announced, “I was offered up by the high school I teach at to see if I could… whip these slackers into shape. My principal and Asano-san seem to think my rather sadistic teaching style would do this school a world of good, and I’ve even been ordered to keep an eye out for any potential I think would do well in our school but if this is the structure of promising students... Well I must say I don’t think E-class is the reason we have yet to see a graduate from Kunugigaoka pass our entrance exam. As I said earlier, I’m disappointed.” 

The whispers changed. He watched as the students shuffled, self consciously while his hell class fought back smiles, straightening. 

Aizawa turned his glare to the president, speaking once more, “Now, can I trust you to lead this meeting appropriately with the respect a student council president should have or should I go report my findings right now?

“Ah Right,” He rushed out, dipping into a bow swiftly, “I apologize Korosensei for any disrespect, you merely caught us all by surprise.”

It wasn’t long until the class made it out of the assembly and back up the mountain with few incidents. The students all filed back into the classroom for their lunch break as Aizawa merely removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves as he pulled out the essays he had to grade, listening idly to the chatter of the students. 

“You have to admit it was wicked cool how Aizawa-sensei pulled together that story so quick!” Kayano chirped, “I’ve never seen the other classes so nervous without the principal getting involved.” 

“Yeah,” Sero snorted, “Who knew Aizawa could lie so well on the fly?” 

“I mean,” Jirou hummed, “He really wasn’t lying, it does make no sense for Korosensei to become a teacher.” 

“But what about you being a High school teacher?” Karma pipped in, “What kind of school hires hobo pros?” 

Aizawa didn’t even look up from the essay he was marking, “Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out yet, Karma? I was under the impression the majority of the class already knew.” 

The silence was telling before Nagisa’s voice spoke up, “UA.” 

“Correct.” 

He counted to thirty before the question he knew was coming came, Sero speaking the words he knew were running through all their heads, “And when you said that you were recruiting…” 

“Nezu despises the system this school runs on, and as such has given me full permission to use my time here to assess the abilities, both quirk related and not, of all the students in the school. Should I suggest you for UA then you are given the first choice for the course or courses I think you would do the best in without even taking the entrance exam.” 

He circled the 71 on top of Mina’s paper before snapping the folder closed and raising his eyes to meet the sea of startled faces before him, “The fact of the matter is, no matter how this year turns out, your lives are never going to be the same, being in a position where you have to kill someone is something even seasoned pros shy away from and as children you’re not even given the choice. See this as part of your reward for going along with Koro-san’s illogical plan.” 

“Any course?” Shinsou asked, voice faltering under an undeserved fear. 

“Seeing as I usually am a hero course teacher I am mainly looking into those altitudes, but should you show potential for support or business instead then I can offer you a position in those courses as well.”

He stood to walk from the room before casting a glare over them, “Just know I am basing my decision on you, not how much you try and be what you think I want. I have no time for kissasses and those who can not make their own calls.” 

And with that Aizawa disappeared down the halls and didn’t go back into the classroom until the end of the day. As the students were packing up, Koro-san playfully dodging Karma and Bakugou’s knives and explosions, he held out his phone before making his announcement, “Before you all leave, Eri wants to come say hi, do I need to tell my husband to beef up or will you all act civilized if he showed up in civies?” 

Even Koro-san paused at that, all turning to him, he saw the other teachers poke their heads out of the teacher’s lounge to look at him as well. 

He could see Midoriya’s hands twitch like they always do when he’s realized something new and he’s dying to get his hands on his notebook.  Shouta should really bring up the kid coding those things before he got his memories back, shouldn't he?

“All Might has a secret identity?” 

Shouta gave the class a bland look, “Do you really think I would marry the dope if he was always like that?” 

“I… Fair enough,” Denki managed out, “But how?? He’s like a fucking brick wall with bunny ears taped on top,” 

“Not wrong,” He admitted, before giving them a small smirk, “Wanna find out?” 

“DADDY!” 

The students still felt weird seeing their teacher break into a smile as he bent down to catch the little girl hurtling towards his knees, swinging her up to his hip with practiced ease before placing a light kiss next to her horn. 

“Hey Snowdrop, you ready for Family night?” He asked earning an eager nod in return. 

“Uh-huh! Pops already told me where we’re going, but I’m not allowed to tell you because it’s a secret!” 

“Well,” He hummed, “I guess I have to try and get it out of him while you talk with the other problem children huh?” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Are you and Pops going to go flirt with Mr. Mic?” 

He heard a little eep behind him but pretended not to hear it as his husband walked up, “And what do you know about Mr. Mic?” 

“Dad,” Eri whined far to like his little shits of teenagers for his liking, “I’m not a baby! I hear you and Pops talk about how pretty Mr. Mic is and how nice you think his hair is and how you like his smile! Auntie Nem and Uncle Ten-Ten say you want to make him my third Dad.”

“It’s not that easy sweetheart,” Yagi chuckled, “But go talk to the others for a few minutes, I know you wanted to ask Young Tsuyu if she could braid your hair again.” 

“Okay, but you should invite Mr. Mic to come with us to see the fishies tonight!” She cheered before taking off towards the students who were all fighting hard not to stare at the number one hero who was busy kissing their stoic teacher's cheek. Shouta could see how Midoriya’s, Nagisa’s, and Karasuma’s eyes were instantly drawn towards the red shoes on his husband’s feet, faces shifting through a menagerie of emotions too quickly for him to decipher. 

“So the aquarium?” Shouta hummed, causing the overly buff man to rub the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. 

“Well… I heard they got a new otter exhibit so…” 

“You’re a sap,” He huffed, before lowering his voice to a whisper, “It also sounds like our little hellspawn is tired of us waiting.” 

“I can’t really blame her, it’s been two months, I’d like to invite him too,” 

“Well,” Shouta purred, taking Toshinori’s hand in his, “Let’s go ask shall we?”

Chapter Text

Next Week

TRENDING

#1- MHAHotforTeach

#2- Pride

#3- Samuel Aizawa

#4- Midnight

“Ayoh!” The phone camera focused on Kaminari as he grinned at the camera, “It’s ya boi, Austin back again with another BTS video!” 

“You know the director is going to kill you if you show off any of the actual scenes,” Jirou called, without looking up from her script. 

“Yeah yeah Mom,” 

“It’s Momo, you half thawed hot pocket,” 

“Rude, and anyways I’m just showing off the green room today,” He countered, giving his split haired wig a twirl on his finger, “Anyways I’m asking the rest of the cast if I should dye my hair red and white so I can save time in the makeup chair.”

“Convince me you wouldn't also give yourself a large facial burn to save time in the chair and I might let you," Yagi said as he walked through in a yellow suit about five sizes too big on him, script in hand. 

"I am not a masochist, that's Shinsou's job," 

The other teen just flipped him off as he fixed his horns in the mirror, bright pink body paint making the move a lot less intimidating, "I did not ask to be spray painted every day, nor do I enjoy it. Your logic is flawed." 

"Are we complaining about costumes? Cause I got to say mine sucks ass" Another voice piped up, and the camera pointed towards an unfamiliar figure, covered in oddly shaped objects before the phone was knocked down. 

"Oi," Bakugou's voice cut in, "No spoilers numbnuts. His intro hasn't happened yet."

"Whoops, my bad." 

"Alright," The interview asked the trio, "Last question, what role do you think you'd do the best at other than your own role?" 

Kaminari, Shigaraki, and Iida all shared a look. 

"Well, I think if Josh hadn't gotten placed as Katsuki he would make a pretty good as Tomura," Iida offered. 

"Oh, and Thomas would be a good Iida," Kaminari added. 

"Austin could pull off Denki pretty easily if he wasn't stuck as Shoto," Shigaraki said with a barely held back snort. 

The interviewer looked a little baffled, "Really? I can't see it, how about we test out some voice lines then!" 

They could see the crew behind her scrambling a bit, clearly not having expected their answers, as the sheets she had printed out were set aside.

"Alright," Iida agreed, rising to his feet as he pulled himself up straight, shoulders set in a stiff line, face growing kind but stern, "Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Sohma Private Academy."

Shigaraki rolled his eyes before giving a half-hearted, "Sohma huh? So you must think you're better than me. I'm gonna have fun tearing you a new one~" 

He startled back with an earnest gasp "You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?" 

Kaminari gave a half-hearted clap as Iida sat down, before grinning widely, "Oh oh me next! Me next! I helped Bakugou enough to know his stuff." 

Shigaraki gave a snort, "Go for it, I'm still thinking up one of Midoriya's lines." 

Kaminari let his body relax into the seat, smirking at the usually villainous teen next to him, "You know we basically just meet you, so it's kind of telling that we all know your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage." 

"I will shove my foot up your-" 

"We're on camera," Iida cut in with an eye roll, "Say your line already Josh." 

Josh just let his smile turn sinister, hand reaching upon instinct to scratch along his neck, "Now you're just a useless, helpless-" 

Kaminari reached out and covered his mouth, "Woah! That scene isn't out yet!" 

Shigaraki blinked before squinting and Kaminari pulled back his hand with a yelp. 

"Gross dude," He whined wiping his hand on Shigaraki's pants. 

"Just do a line from the USJ," Iida suggested. 

He groaned at that suggestion, "But early Tomura is the worst..." 

"Suck it up." 

"Fine," In a blink, the playful mood evaporated and the gritted teeth smile, hand going to cover his face, "No, no, no. It wasn't supposed to go this way. He's still fast, father. Somehow he managed to hit me. Of course, a government hero relies on violence. I wasn't prepared. I couldn't even see him when he moved. But he's not as fast as I thought he would be. Not as fast as he used to be. I guess it's true, after all..." 

As he straightened the interviewer still had that overly polite look on her face, "Wow, you boys certainly have talent but maybe you're reaching a little far." 

The trio barely managed out polite laughter at this, groaning internally. There was no way the others were ever going to let them live that down. 

"Ohhhhh," Yamada cheered as the ball with marker scribbled on it got tossed to him, "I always loved watching these types of interviews!" 

Aizawa merely rolled his eyes. He was one of the most well-known faces in Hollywood at this point, so interviews were old hat to him, and frankly, he didn't like them much better in this life than he had in any of the other loops, but seeing as this was Yamada's first role in television he wasn't about to ruin the blond's excitement. "Well give it a toss then." 

The questions were all fairly standard and Aizawa had to admit doing interviews with his husband at his side were much more enjoyable. 

Yamada's eyes flashed to him as he read off the last question they'd have time to answer before their time ran out, "Who on set would you most like to share an on-screen kiss with?" 

Oh, this was going to be entertaining. 

Aizawa hummed briefly before replying, "Well, if we're excluding my spouse I'd have to say Chad. His playboy days definitely gave him the experience to make it a good one." 

He could see the interview choke on their own tongue. Pulling personal details from him was like pulling an alligator's tooth out, the media loved trying but he kept the majority of his life very very private and secretive from the world. The reveal that he was married was nothing short of a miracle and he probably just earned the interviewer about three promotions. 

Yamada didn't even hesitate, just gave a nod in agreement, "Oh definitely but if we're excluding spouses I'm going to say Yagi. He's just so sweet."  

Aizawa held back a snort, knowing the rumor mill was going to run wild with this one.

Chapter Text

Loop #60

“Sup Dad,” 

Muzan’s head turned only to instantly snap back the way it came with the impact of a steel-soled bright red shoe to his cheek. 

By the time he had blinked the unexpected spots from his eyes, he was alarmed to see his son standing next to All Might, green lightning crackling over his form. 

“Wh-Izuku!” He scolded, “What on earth are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your mother? Does she know you’re here?” 

Izuku met his gaze with a dull look, “You’re an international, semi-immortal crimelord that goes on murderous rampages for the heck of things, and you are still trying to parent me when I side with the heroes?” 

“I AM still your father, young man.” 

“You kidnapped Kacchan!” 

“First off, that was the work of Tomura, not me. Honestly, I haven’t a clue what that boy was thinking with that one. Second off, Katsuki has been tormenting you since you were four, why do you still care for him?” 

“First off, get my stepbrother under control again. Second off, society’s viewpoint on quirkless people skewed Kacchan’s worldview for a while but we figured it out and we’re dating now. Also if you can freely give and take quirks why the heck did you let me remain quirkless? I so would have been more on your side if you had given me a quirk.” 

“Quirks used to come in much later do they do nowadays,” Muzan waved off, “Being my son I figured you’d develop later than most, and if not I was going to give you one for your birthday. Sadly All Might beat me to it. Wait a moment… did you just say dating?! Since when have you been dating? You’re still a child! You shouldn’t be interested in boys yet!” 

Izuku rolled his eyes, falling to his defensive pose to cross his arms, “I’m fifteen, dad. I can date whoever I want and that includes my current boy AND girlfriend.” 

“A girlfriend too?! Does your mother know about this?” 

“Duh, She’s basically adopted Ocha-chan when I brought her home.” 

“ Ocha-chan? Which one is she?” 

“Uravity, you know short brown hair, pink cheeks, gravity powers?” 

“Ah! The one Toga was telling me about,” Muzan gave a chuckle, “I see you inherited my preference for strong partners.” 

“Speaking of which, Mom heard about all the leaguers you adopted and wants you to bring them over for dinner.” 

“I suppose that can be arranged. Heavens knows that lot could use some motherly love.” 

All Might who had been watching the conversation with a look of twisted dread on his face broke in, “Perhaps we should wait to see if your father is even free to do that Young Midoriya?”

“Can it, All Might,” Muzan seethed, “Don’t think I don’t know about you trying to commandeer my son, you filth.” 

“Hey! Don’t talk to my second dad that way!” 

“YOUR WHAT ?!?”

Loop #61

SneakySnake: I’m being adopted again

2Tired4This: Good let them keep you

SneakySnake: :(

2Tired4This: Cry about it pussy

SneakySnake: I’m Telling Dadgum you said this, Sensei

2Tired4This: Wait no

2Tired4This: I don’t need a lecture from Shiro

Majin Buu: Shiro huh 👀👀👀

SneakySnake: Oh yeah

RockLee: Dadgum and Dadzawa are in fact bumping uglies

SneakySnake: Residents in pound town

RockLee: Doing the No Pants Dance 

SneakySnake: Playing bury the bone 

RockLee: Sweeping the Chimney

SneakySnake: Doing them two-person push-ups

RockLee: Hitting a Home Run

SneakySnake: The Horizontal Hula

RockLee: The FourLegged Foxtrot

2Tired4This: I will disown both of you

EDDRW: Don’t Worry Aizawa the entirety of the Japanese Hero force is well aware that you and Fatgum know each other in the Biblical sense. 

2Tired4This: You’re no longer allowed to hang out with Hawks either. 

EDDRW: That will be difficult considering I have also been adopted by Fatgum, as has Hawks. 

2Tired4This: Goddamit Shiro needs to stop picking up strays

SneakySnake: You’re looking mighty pretty in that glass house Sensei. 

2Tired4This: You’re all grounded. 

SneakySnake: That’s fair

RockLee: Dadgum wants to know if us being grounded means he’s not allowed to take us out for Mochi

RockLee: Please note that Tamaki is also here and looks like he might cry if Viper and I leave

2Tired4This:...

BraingoBrrrrrr: He’s got the ‘I love you all too much to say no, but my image” look on 

2Tired4This: Shinsou

BraingoBrrrrrr: Ye?

2Tired4This: If you keep this up Im not bringing you along for Mochi

BraingoBrrrrrr: I’ll shut up now

2Tired4This: Good, I’m getting Eri, be ready to go in five

2Tired4This: Tokoyami you too

EDDRW: 🥳

Loop #82

Endeavor’s eye twitched as he watched the Sports Festival unfold in front of him. Down on the field, there was a child, the Perfect child, who easily manipulated fire and ice as if they were parts of the child’s own body and not devastating forces of nature. A strong powerful child that would be a perfect successor and rightful heir to take on the mantle of Number One Hero. 

There was just one slight problem. 

That child was not his. 

No, despite his son’s appearance, he bore a quick more often linked with the Iida Clan, and had it not been for a DNA test confirming that Shoto was his son he would have assumed that there had been some sort of error at the hospital. 

This girl, however…. Her power was undeniable as she tore through the competition like tissue paper. 

Perhaps… Perhaps he could still use this to his advantage, she would be a lovely daughter-in-law. 

As if the teens below could hear his thoughts the 1v1 battle down below between his dream successor and the pink-skinned teen with electric powers came to an abrupt halt as the pink-skinned girl caught his dream successor in a kiss that was eagerly returned, making his plans of an arranged marriage shrivel. Electricity pulsed and his dream successor went flying from the ring. 

“Wowie!” Present Mic’s voice echoed around them, “Mina Ashido taking a page from Midnight’s playbook there to catch Uraraka off guard! Uraraka has been eliminated! If she is able she will be facing off against the loser from the next match to see who shall be taking home third, while Ashido will be moving on to the final round!” 

Uraraka, hm? 

He hadn’t been expecting to be making an intern request this year but it shouldn’t take his secretary long to draft the form. 

Unfortunately for Endeavor, he had no idea that this was the exact thing Uraraka was hoping for. 

Loop #89

Aizawa gazed along the beach in some essence of pride. He knew that Izuku normally cleaned the beach in the loops where he agreed to become All Might’s successor, but having helped the boy reach that goal, while also building his fighting skills was incredible to see. 

It was still two weeks until the Entrance Exam and Izuku was ready to receive OfA already.

Hopefully, between him and Yagi, they would stop Izuku from embarrassing himself when all of the heroes Yagi had cultivated watched the boy with bated breath at the UA Exam. 

A sudden ringing phone cut through his thoughts as he turned to see Yagi pause in his conversation with Izuku to answer. 

“Hello?” He answered only for his hand to fly away from his face as the shouting echoed through the receiver with an intensity that would make Mic jealous. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL BULLHONKY IS THIS I’M HEARING FROM SHUZENJI ABOUT YOU BLABBING TO YOUR ENTIRE LITTLE MERRY BAND OF GAMETES ABOUT ONE FOR ALL? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, YOU ZYGOTE? I HAVE HALF A MIND TO TRACK YOUR SORRY TUCKUS DOWN AN-” 

As if by instinct Yagi beefed up and launched his phone towards the water. Aizawa could still hear the threats from Grand Torino echoing over the ocean as the phone skipped across the waves before finally sinking down towards the sea floor.

Izuku stared with bulging eyes as Yagi shrank down once more with a harsh cough. 

“What was that?” 

Yagi looked towards where the phone had vanished with the hollow expression of a man sentenced to the gallows, “The consequences of my own actions, my boy.” 

Loop #153

“Good Morning Starshine! The Earth says Hello~” 

Momo was barely coherent before she had a blade in hand holding it up to the throat of a grinning Toga before the loop memories clashed in her head. 

“Opps,” She hummed, keeping her face deadpanned as she pulled back from the girl that was a friend in this timeline, “Sorry Himiko, you scared me.” 

The blonde simply laughed, “You really aren’t paying attention are you, Yamomo.” 

It took a minute to process what was off, but Momo's eyes grew large as it clicked into place. 

"Why are we talking in Japanese?" She hissed, earning a carefree giggle. 

"Tama-Kun said it would be the best way to convince you guys I'm here too! He's really smart. Either way, Tamaki, Mirio, and Nejire wanted to know if you wanted to help me take down Touya since he's kinda going crazier than normal and we're closest. You game?" 

"You're looping now?" Momo questioned slowly, earning a nod, "The Big 3 know and trust you enough to plan to assassinate Touya, someone that up until this point has been our best friend and leader in this loop?" 

"Yup!" Toga giggled, "So?"

"You know what? This isn't even in the top three weirdest revelations of the loops so far. why not?" 

"Yea! We should probably get to that soon since the eclipse is hitting in about thirty minutes and he's on distraction Team Avatar duty for when they lead their raid."