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It was far too early to be awake on a Saturday, in Aizawa’s opinion, but his son had insisted they find a time to talk without Eri’s prying ears listening in. Shouta himself was curled in a fluffy blanket on the couch sipping his second cup of coffee, while Shinsou was a few feet away in the kitchen preparing himself some leftover sausage and rice for breakfast.
“I can’t just step in like that and help a kid move out of his house, Shin, are you serious?” Aizawa was not the most understanding man in the morning.
Shinsou, for his part, had carefully debated getting his father’s aid in the matter. After talking it over with Denki, they decided that it would be best if Hitoshi got their teacher on board with helping before sitting down with Kaminari to make a plan.
“C’mon, Dad, just help me out with it. All you have to do is meet with Denki and talk about it. Then I’m sure there’s some policy that’ll let you do something.”
“I wouldn’t know, kid, do I look like the type who reads UA school policies for fun?”
Shinsou took a bite of his sausage link. “Seriously, Dad, I can name like four of them off the top of my head. Besides,” he took another bite and continued with his mouth full. “Don’t you want to help your future son in law?”
Shouta groaned and rubbed his forehead. “First of all, I never said I didn’t want to help him, it’s just that there’s a proper way to do these things. Second, for the love of god stop saying that, you’ve been dating for four days and he’s far too loud for my liking.”
Present Mic picked that moment to emerge from his and Aizawa’s bedroom. “HEYYY, honey! You’re up earlyyyy !”
Shouta grumbled as he received a kiss on the forehead from his husband. “Good lord, Hizashi, it’s 6:30 and Eri is sleeping.” nevertheless, he pulled the loud blonde down for a proper kiss on the mouth.
Shinsou commented from the kitchen counter, taking a loud sip of his own coffee. “Gee, Dad, I sure am lucky. What a nice, accepting family I have. Two kind, wonderful fathers and a sweet little sister. What a shame that some people don’t have such luxuries…”
“Oh my gods , Shinsou, fine , I’ll talk to the kid later today. Happy?”
Hitoshi took a final sip of his coffee before pumping his arms in the air. He slid out of his chair and pranced over to the couch, forcing Aizawa into a hug. “No promises, though, I have to follow the rules,” the man mumbles, but his tone was lighter.
“Yayy! Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou said, pulling away. “Now, I’m going back to bed seeyoulatergoodnight!!” The purple haired boy was already halfway down the hallway.
Shouta threw his hand up. Now he really needed another cup of coffee.
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Kaminari Taro
Age: 21
Quirk: Static Electricity
The Static Electricity quirk allows Taro to electrically charge anything he touches, giving it the properties of static electricity. It also makes his hair stick up.
Monday morning, Aizawa trudged up the path leading from the street to the front door of what was apparently the Kaminari family home. Or rather, Denki’s former home, poor kid, he thought.
It was a modest place, two floors tall and not very wide. It was a pale green color, with a dark brown door and matching window panes. The roof was adorned with round shingles. Small shrubbery lined the porch, and a young juniper tree sat near the fence.
A nice home on its own, sure, but inside, Aizawa knew it might as well be a graveyard for his student. He knocked on the door once he ascended the porch stairs.
A young man opened it after a moment, a university student by the looks of him. Shouta would have thought he had come to the wrong house, if not for the fact that this boy was obviously related to young Kaminari. He had black hair that stood on end, but the very tips of it were bright blonde, like Denki’s. And his eyes looked just like his younger brother’s — shockingly yellow.
“…Can I help you?” the boy questioned. Oh. Aizawa must have been staring.
The teacher cleared his throat and stepped forward, pushing past the young man into the hall of the Kaminari household. “Yes, may we come in?”
The boy jumped backwards a step, trying to prevent Aizawa from walking further into his home. Shouta began to remove his shoes. “Um, excuse me, what the hell are you doing?”
Aizawa took off his coat and looked around for a moment, smiling contentedly when he located a coat rack to hang it on. “This is the Kaminari household, yes?” he asked (rhetorically, of course).
“Yes it is, now why are you here?” Not a very hospitable boy, this one, thought Shouta.
“I’m here with your brother Denki to–”
“What the fuck?! Why’d you bring that fucking fag back here? And he sure as hell isn’t my brother!” Kaminari’s brother cut Aizawa off, an expression of rage taking over his face at the mention of Denki.
Sure enough, the young blonde hero stood behind Aizawa with his back to the door. His gaze was locked on the floor, and between his hands he held a single cardboard box.
“Taro, I…” Kaminari was at a loss for words, which was no wonder considering the things his family had said to him. His voice had turned to a scratchy whisper.
Aizawa stepped forward before anyone could say another word. He grabbed Taro and pulled him into what would have been a handshake, except for the fact that the teacher took it as an opportunity to wrench the boy’s wrist in a rather unnatural direction. He activated his quirk in case the guy tried to fight back.
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe I got to finish introducing myself.” Kaminari’s brother stared at him in terror, eyes welling up from the pain at his wrist. “I’m Aizawa Shouta from UA, and we’ve come to collect his things.”
He dropped Taro on the floor and continued. “Language like that won’t be tolerated in the real world. Now excuse me, but you’re in our way.”
Aizawa stepped over his legs as the young man scrambled to his feet. Denki glared at him as he shuffled past his older brother.
Well , Shouta thought. This is bound to be an interesting trip .
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Kaminari Yuuka
Age: 43
Quirk: Magnetize
Yuuka can magnetize any object she touches with a negative charge. 10 items can hold this charge at a time. Yuuka herself has a positive charge, so she is able to quickly draw the objects she has touched towards her.
Aizawa and Denki sat uncomfortably on a single, cramped couch in the living room. The ugly pink floral pattern of the furniture seemed to go perfectly with the rest of the room – pale yellow striped wallpaper, two chairs to match the couch with green velvet pillows, and a dark wooden coffee table with a vase of slightly wilted roses at its center.
Aizawa shuddered. It was like a nightmare. Or something out of Ms. Joke’s apartment.
“I’ll just go get my mom for you, then,” Kaminari’s older brother retreated into the kitchen after awkwardly inviting them to sit down.
They could hear the hushed whispers of an argument as they sat, featuring the phrase “I don’t want him here” and “send them away”. Denki let out a shaky breath and fiddled with his hands.
Shouta glanced at him sympathetically. “It’ll be ok, Denki.” his words seemed to startle the boy, who looked at him with wide, nervous eyes. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I let anything happen to you, you know.” his words were somewhat gruff, but Denki nodded in appreciation.
The moment was interrupted by someone’s entrance into the room. “Good afternoon, Mr. Aizawa! May I ask what you’re doing here? And why my son has come with you?”
The woman who spoke was fairly tall, with a thin frame. She had smooth, pitch-black hair and deep golden eyes. Her features made her slightly resemble a cat, Aizawa thought, but this was one cat he did not like. She had a smile on her face, but here eyes were dark. She stood confidently, but in a threatening way.
Her words, though kind in their manner, feigned sincerity.
“You may ask…” Aizawa stood up, rising from the couch and taking a very deliberate step in her direction. “but I don’t know if I really need to answer that for you.”
Kaminari’s mother narrowed her eyes. “You, a stranger, are standing in my home with that boy ,” she practically spat the word. “sitting on my couch, so I think you do, actually.”
Aizawa smiled. He did love when they fought back, it made it so much more satisfying. “Well, Mrs. Kaminari, UA has some very strict student safety policies–”
“What rule did Denki break this time?”
“–that very specifically detail what we, as a secondary guardian of the children, can do in cases where a student’s physical, mental, or emotional health is being threatened by their home life.”
She scoffed. “I assure you, sir, we only teach our children what is best for them in this househo–”
“And in light of sufficient evidence that Denki is being targeted by members of this household because of his sexual orientation,” Aizawa pulled a manilla folder from his robes, flipping to a page with printed screenshots of Kaminari’s conversations with his family. “We at UA have deemed it necessary to step in.”
“My husband studied law, and I assure you, there is no policy that would allow you to invite yourself into my home and–”
“Well, there’s Section 4, Article 11 of the UA LGBTQ+ Anti-Discrimination Act, which states that the student is granted permission by the state to re-enter their homes for a period of 48 hours to collect their belongings.”
“And why would he need to collect –”
Aizawa sighed. This was too easy. “Because Article 10 of that same act gives our students immediate permission to permanently move into the UA dormitory in light of physical or emotional abuse in their homes.”
“You can’t just-”
“Which is not even to mention the Hero-In-Training Protection Law, issued by the Hero Commission just two years ago, which in Article 8 grants any state-approved hero academy to temporarily seize custody of the student while a proper investigation is conducted.”
Kaminari’s mother stood in shock, her jaw quivering with pent-up rage.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us, Denki has a class in three hours that he can’t afford to miss. Kaminari, your room?”
Kaminari nodded and swiftly stood from the couch, hunching over as he scurried past his mother towards the stairs. Shouta would have thought he was still afraid, if not for the building grin on the blonde boy’s face.
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Kaminari Nobuko
Age: 19
Quirk: Repel
Nobuko’s quirk gives her a negative magnetic charge around her body. When activated, any person or object that she focuses on will be repelled away from her. She can repel them any distance up to 30 yards away.
Denki led his teacher up the stairs to a hallway. “I hope you didn’t mind that little display, Kaminari, she was rather getting on my nerves.” Aizawa spoke calmly as they walked.
The blonde boy shook his head. “No, that was kinda awesome, Mr. Aizawa!” Shouta smiled at him. He was a good kid. “Oh, this is my room on the left–”
But Denki froze before continuing into his room. As Aizawa rounded the corner, he saw that the boy had come face-to-face with yet another unfriendly face.
This girl was certainly older than Denki, but she was about the same height. If not for her sharp brown eyes, she would have been an exact replica of her mother. Everything about Denki’s sister was cold, which would have surprised Aizawa if he hadn’t read up on her and her quirk.
His sister. The one who outed Denki to the rest of his family with the clear purpose of getting him kicked out. That made her worse than any of the others, in Shouta’s mind.
“What are you doing here?” she spoke in such monotone that Aizawa could barely tell if it were a question or a statement.
“I’ve come to get my things,” Denki all but whispered. His demeanor had suddenly changed, as if he were more scared of Nobuko than he had even been of his mother.
It made sense to Shouta, really. Apparently, his sister had used her quirk on Denki from a young age, keeping him arm’s length from her and, subsequently, the rest of his family for most of his younger years.
She shifted her feet ever so slightly, and Aizawa saw her begin to focus her vision on Kaminari. Oh, no, you don’t, little girl, he chuckled to himself. Two can play at that game .
He concentrated his own stare on Denki’s sister. “Come on, Denki, we don’t have all day,” the teacher said casually.
Nobuko smirked as Kaminari took his first step towards the door. But, much to her shock, he approached her with no resistance. Much to Denki’s shock as well, apparently, for he stood in his place for a solid count of 10 before practically skipping into his room.
Immediately, his sister whipped her head around to face Aizawa. “What did you do to me?” she seethed.
He met her stare with flaming red eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Nobuko stepped towards him in a rage, lifting her hand to poke a finger into his chest. But he caught her wrist as soon as it moved.
Shouta’s face immediately darkened. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Do not touch him. Do not talk to him. Do not think about him ever again.”
She pulled against his grip. “How dare you…”
“What a waste of talent you are.” His red eyes drilled into Nobuko as she frantically tried to use her quirk. “Compared to what Denki is going to be,” Aizawa dropped her hand and she flew back against the wall. “You are nothing.”
She glared at him, sneering, before storming away to a room across the hall.
Aizawa strolled merrily into the room Kaminari had entered.
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Kaminari Katashi
Age: 45
Quirk: Electron
The Electron quirk allows Katashi to slowly build up the amount of electrons in his body. Eventually, he gains a boost of energy and power from this, but he must wait a few days for it to build up again.
Not one to be especially neat, Denki had dumped most of his clothes, trinkets, and belongings into the single cardboard box they had brought (“I’ll only need one, Mr. Aizawa, trust me!” he said). The box was filled to the brim now. Shouta sighed.
“Is this everything, Kaminari?”
Denki surveyed his room. “I think so, but…”
“But what?”
“Well, th-there’s this book I got as a present. From Shinsou.” The mention of his son – and Kaminari’s new boyfriend – caused Aizawa to look up abruptly.
“Well, let’s go get it then, I’d rather not spend any more time than necessary in this garishly-decorated nest of snakes.”
Denki grimaced. “But… it’s in the office.”
Aizawa stared at him.
“My father’s office. And he works from home.”
Ah. Kaminari’s father. The one who had told him, in no uncertain terms, “you will not be welcome in this home again.” If Denki wanted to avoid his father now, he was very entitled to do so.
“Then I’ll get it.” Aizawa marched out of the room and down the hallway before pausing in the middle of it. “Erm, where is this office, exactly?”
Denki giggled. “Downstairs, Mr. Aizawa.” The teacher nodded, pivoted, and marched confidently in the other direction.
At the door of the office, Denki faltered. “I - I’d really rather not…”
Shouta ruffled his hair. “It’s ok, kid, I told you I’d do it. What book?”
Denki exhaled, clearly very relieved. “It’s ‘The Complete Poems of Lewis Carroll’. He- well, I don’t like to read that much ‘cause it’s kinda hard, y’know… Shinsou likes reading, though, and he just, um, thought I might like those.”
Kaminari trailed off. Aizawa didn’t want to push him; he knew the blonde could be sensitive about his struggles in school. But, there was one thing…
“Did you like it?” he asked, looking at Denki quizzically. The boy glanced up at him, slightly startled by the question.
“I– yeah, I really did.”
Shouta nodded. “Well, I’ll go get it now, then.” With that, he yanked open the door to the office room.
The man sitting at the desk on the inside jumped at the sudden intrusion. When he turned to face the perpetrator, Aizawa was shocked by how similar to Denki he looked. His father had the same bright blonde hair, the same round face and sharp chin, the same thin eyebrows. The only difference was blue eyes instead of yellow. Aizawa certainly saw where Denki got his looks.
“Who the fuck are you?!”
Shouta still wondered where his student’s personality had come from.
He sighed as he introduced himself for the millionth time that day. “I’m Aizawa Shouta from UA, I’m here to collect Kaminari’s things, and I have legal permission to do so if you’d like to see it.”
The man sighed and lifted a hand, gesturing into the room to invite Aizawa in, although the teacher was already sifting through the shelves for Kaminari’s book.
“Take what you need, I guess. I assume the boy will be living with you from now on?”
Aizawa froze. What an asshole. “Yes, Denki will be moving into the UA dormitory full-time. Not that you would care.” he found the book – a short, thick thing with a hard purple cover – and plucked it from the shelf.
“Now, sir, it’s not that I don’t care about the kid,” Kaminari’s father flicked a pen between his fingers. “I just want him to see that what he’s doing is wrong, and hopefully he’ll grow out of this phase a little quicker.”
Aizawa turned to face the other man, an eyebrow raised. “Oh, so you kicked him out because you just care so much,” he said dryly.
The man nodded, clearly not picking up on the sarcasm. “Quite right! He’s got to learn this lesson at some point.” he gestured at the ring on Aizawa’s finger and smiled. “See, don’t you agree? How long have you been married? I don’t want to deny Denki the happiness that can be achieved with a nice, normal life, you see.”
Aizawa smiled. “Ah, yes, we are in agreement, then. My husband and I have been married for ten years as of next month, and I couldn’t be happier for Denki if he found someone just as wonderful as I have to live a nice, normal life with. Boy or girl.”
Katashi stared at him with a mix of emotions on his face – betrayal, disgust, and shock, to name a few. Shouta pursed his lips into a smile and began to exit the room, but he halted at the doorway.
Walking to the man’s desk in a few steps, Aizawa plucked a trinket from a shelf. “Did Denki buy this for you, by any chance?” it was a small, silly plastic trophy with the words, ‘world’s best dad’.
“Why, yes, I believe he did, many years ago–”
Aizawa pocketed the toy. “Alright then. You have a nice day, sir.” With that, he exited the room, closing the door loudly behind him.
Denki stood against the wall in a fit of giggles. “That was amazing, Mr. Aizawa. Thank you so much!”
Aizawa smiled softly. He pulled the book from his robes and passed it to the blonde. “This belongs to you, I believe,” he stated.
Kaminari took it gently, flipping through the pages to make sure it was ok. “Thank you, Mr. Aizawa…” he said again.
Shouta cleared his throat. “You needn’t thank me, Denki, I didn’t do anything special.”
Denki shook his head. He placed the book down and, all of a sudden, threw his arms around his teacher in a hug. “Yes, you did.”
Aizawa cleared his throat again, eyes widening before he returned the hug.
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“Dad, I seriously don’t see why you wanted him over for dinner, it’s not like I have to introduce you guys,” Shinsou said. It was the Thursday after Kaminari had moved out.
Aizawa stood in the kitchen, holding a bowl full of ingredients and spices, furiously mixing it with a spatula. Shinsou sat across from him at the counter, commenting on every life decision he had ever made. “Knock it off, Shin, meeting the family is an important step of any relationship,” Shouta warned. “Besides, we might as well be the kid’s family now.”
At that, Shinsou broke into a large grin. “So you admit he’s gonna be part of the family, ehh, Dad?”
Aizawa would have hit him over the head if he were just a little bit closer. “Better lose that attitude before Denki gets here or he won’t put up with you long enough to have dinner, much less marry you.”
The purple haired boy smirked. “Nah, I think he likes my attitude just fine.”
“Oh my gods , Shinsou, I swear–”
Shinsou waved his hands complacently. “No, no, Dad. But seriously, why don’t you mind Kaminari as much now?”
Aizawa glanced at him, scandalized. “I never minded him, excuse you, he is one of my students, and–”
“–and you love all your students equally, though not as much as me, yada yada, I knowww,” Shinsou finished his sentence. “But really, you’re making a three-course meal over there for my “loud blonde” boyfriend. C’mon.”
Shouta sighed and paused his mixing. “I suppose seeing him like that made me realize what a good kid he is, and how far he’s come from what he was given. And I know he always tries his hardest at school despite everything going on for him. I think you’ve found a wonderful friend and boyfriend, and I would like to include him in our lives to give im what he deserves.”
Shinsou let out a ‘hm’ and was silent. “Thanks, Dad,” he said a moment later.
Another moment passed before Aizawa spoke again. “Also, Lewis Carroll, Hitoshi? Really?”
His son looked at him with a bewildered expression for a moment before breaking into a hearty laugh. “Yeah, well, it’s not my fault you read that to me every night when I was, like, five.”
Shouta looked at his adoptive son and shook his head, a small grin creeping at the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Shinsou leapt up to get it and Aizawa frantically poured his batter into a pan. “Shit, I mean, shoot! Eri don’t listen to that! HIZASHI, get down here, Denki’s here already!”
It was a frantic start to their evening, but Shouta didn’t mind. That would probably be the pattern from now on, anyway.
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