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Shouta is eight months pregnant when he comes downstairs with Eri after a nap to the smell of a home cooked meal. Hizashi and Hitoshi usually picked up food when they came home from training, but Hizashi must have been in the mood to cook tonight. But when he turns the corner, he freezes in his tracks.
Denki is cooking dinner. Denki Kaminari. In his house. Cooking dinner.
“Oh, hey Mr. Aizawa!” Denki exclaims, looking up from the large pot he was stirring.
“Denki, what are you doing here?” Shouta quirks an eyebrow at him. This was not a normal sight for him.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying out a recipe that Bakugou taught me last week.”
“Okay? And why are you doing it here?”
“Well Bakugou calls dibs on the dorm kitchen on Fridays, and I really wanted to make this again because it was so good last time,” he explains, measuring more spices and stirring them into the pot. Shouta has to admit, it does smell really good right now, but it still doesn’t answer all of his questions.
“Why didn’t you just go home?”
Denki immediately looks unsettled and nervous. The small omega’s eyes don’t meet his teacher’s as he starts his explanation. “Well, I knew that you were really tired in class all day, so I figured I could make you and Eri something to eat. And then, Hito and Mr. Yamada will have something warm to eat when they get home.”
While this all sounded very nice, Shouta could tell that something was still off about the situation. He doesn’t know if it's the way that Denki is fidgeting or the way he won’t look him in the eye, but Denki wasn’t telling the whole truth.
Shouta recognizes this scene. Although he would never admit it, when he and Hizashi finally started dating in high school, Shouta felt the pressure to try to act like the perfect omega before Hizashi’s omegan moms had pulled him aside and told him he didn’t need to. Shouta wasn’t sure if that was what was going on, but he had to make sure Denki knew, just in case.
Shouta lets off a calming scent before standing in front of him and leaning down slightly to try to meet his eye. “Denki, look at me.”
Denki slowly shifts his gaze up to meet his teacher’s.
“Denki, you know that omegan stereotypes are a load of bullshit, right?” That really seemed to shock Denki.
“Uhh, yeah.”
“Okay, then you know that Hitoshi would never ask you to act like a “proper omega”. I raised him right, and he should not expect that. No alpha or beta should expect you to act like their caretaker,” Shouta continues.
“...Yeah.”
“You hesitated.”
“Mr. Aizawa, I really love him. I hear my Dad talk sometimes and I realize that I’m not a very good omega, and I don’t want to lose him. But also, I just feel really like being here, and I feel very safe here and want to do something nice for you guys to show you how much I appreciate you!” Denki rushes out.
The fact that Denki feels safe here implies that he doesn’t feel safe elsewhere, but Shouta would let that go for now. He seems to have startled Denki enough for one conversation.
“You can be a good partner, but you don’t have to be a good omega. Hitoshi should not and he will not ever make you feel that way.”
“He hasn’t.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Shouta sighs. “Alright then, you want some help?”
The food was pretty damn good.
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Two days later, Hizashi comes downstairs at seven in the morning to find Denki and Eri battling it out over Just Dance. It’s a Sunday morning, and while his husband could sleep till two in the afternoon, Hizashi likes to make pancakes for the house. But he was used to being alone downstairs making breakfast until at least the first batch of pancakes were made.
“Hey, Mr. Yamada!”
“Daddy!”
Hizashi doesn’t know how to properly respond to this situation. “Um, good morning. Denki, what are you doing here?”
Denki presses pause on the song and takes a drink from his glass of water. Both kids panted heavily; they were definitely getting into the game.
“Just figured I’d stop by, and Eri needed a Just Dance partner,” Denki says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Hizashi doesn’t know how to respond. Kids are so goddamn weird.
“Wait, isn’t it family weekend? You should be home right now.”
“Eh, that’s okay. I’d rather be here anyway.”
Okay, that was an odd way to think about your home, but it’s early and Hizashi is going to let that slide for now.
“How did you even get in? I know for a fact that Toshi isn’t up yet. I passed his door, and he is snoring away.” Denki laughs at that.
“I called him, and he sent Eri to let me in.”
Hizashi shrugs. “Fair enough. Would you guys like to help me make some breakfast?”
Denki sets his controller down. “Would we!”
Both Denki and Eri run into the kitchen after Hizashi, Eri already running to the pantry where they keep all the aprons.
“Here, Denk!” She exclaims while holding out the ugliest cat apron Denki has ever seen in his entire life. “Hitoshi usually uses this one, but I don’t think he would mind you borrowing it.”
“Thank you, Eri.”
The three of them get to work making rounds of blueberry and then chocolate pancakes until the whole house smelled of the delicious breakfast.
When Eri was setting the table, Hizashi had a thought and turned to the small omega.
“Denki, did you take the train this early in the morning to get here?” Soon-to-be hero be damned, Hizashi wasn’t comfortable with a pup taking the train by himself so early.
“No, I was in the dorms.”
Oh, Hizashi thought. He didn’t even go home for family weekend at all. Hizashi wasn’t able to ask any further questions before Shouta and Hitoshi stumbled down the stairs.
“Good morning,” Shouta huffed out, already digging into his pancakes.
Hitoshi on the other hand, immediately grabbed a mug and filled it to the brim with coffee. He was so out of it, it even seemed like he was still asleep and just going through the motions. That is, until he bumped into his boyfriend.
“Denki? What are you doing here?” he asks groggily.
“What? I called you, and then you had Eri let me in?”
“Oh. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t remember a single thing about this morning.” A laugh breaks out in the kitchen.
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A week after the dinner fiasco, Shouta comes home from teacher meetings and immediately heads upstairs to take a nap. The pup was growing bigger and bigger every day, making Shouta more and more tired everyday. And he was already tired before the pregnancy, so that’s saying something.
Today was all last minute teacher meetings, so there was no school for students. Teachers highly encouraged their students to go home and enjoy a three day weekend with their families. Most students rejoiced at the idea of two family weekends in a row. Shouta was just excited to kick off his long weekend with some well needed rest.
That is, until Shouta passes Hitoshi’s room and spots something out of the ordinary. The usually empty nest in the corner of the room had a small blond omega curled up in it.
Shouta waddles into his son’s room and slowly lowers himself to kneel right outside of Denki’s nest. He reaches out and gently shakes the omega’s shoulder.
“Denki.”
No response.
“Denki.”
Still no response.
“Denki Kaminari.”
That makes the small boy stir a little, but he takes one look at Shouta and turns around. And people say Shouta is a bear to wake up.
“Denki, what are you doing here?”
“Huh?”
“You’re supposed to be at home right now, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, I wanted my nest,” Denki replies, using his palms to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Shouta’s not quite seeing the connection.
“What about your nest at home?”
Denki shoots his teacher a confused look. “What? I only have one nest, and it’s here.”
If Shouta didn’t have such incredible control over his facial expressions, his eyes would have widened and his mouth would be gaping after Denki’s response. Omegas usually had a nest for each of their homes, making them since childhood. Shouta knows for sure that most of his omegan students had nests in their dorms and at their family home. If this was his first nest, that means that he’s only had the comfort of a nest for a little over a month. No wonder Denki went into his first real heat so early.
“Denki, why don’t you have a nest at home?”
“Do most people?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, well my parents are both alphas, and my mom doesn't really know how to help, and my dad doesn't really like omega stuff.” Shouta was again shocked to hear that. It was rather unusual for two alphas to birth an omega, but parents should love and help their child no matter what. The lack of parental help would explain the fact that Denki’s nest was pretty poorly made and didn’t seem to have any rhyme or rhythm.
This was a bigger issue that really shouldn’t be tackled with Denki looking half asleep, but Shouta can’t help his omegan instincts, magnified by pregnancy, screaming at him to help the pup.
“Do you want to come into my nest and see it?” Shouta asks him gently.
“What?”
“You said your parents don’t help you with omega stuff, do you want to see a real nest?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on your nest,” Denki says, fiddling with his fingers.
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.”
A comfortable silence falls between them as Denki thinks. “Okay.”
And that’s how Hizashi found them later, both passed out and cuddling in Shouta’s nest. If Hizashi took a picture to show his son, then that was between him and Hitohsi.
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That night, Hizashi and Shouta lay in until the alpha speaks up. “Have you noticed that Denki is over here like all the time?”
“Of course I have.”
“Do you think something’s wrong with his home?”
“I can’t be completely sure, but I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. The signs are there.”
Hizashi turns and pulls his mate into his arms. “I just hope we’re interpreting everything wrong.”
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Hizashi wakes two days later to hear the shower running. This wouldn’t be odd, except it was 5 am on a Sunday morning, Eri only took baths, and there was no way the two night owls were up and showering at the moment. That’s when he heard the soft singing that belonged to Denki.
The water shuts off, and not wanting to make the small boy uncomfortable, Hizashi goes downstairs to put on a pot of coffee, hoping that it would stir his mate to help him tackle the situation. Sure enough, the pregnant omega makes his way downstairs to get his one small cup of coffee that he’s allowed.
Don’t get them wrong, Hizashi and Shouta do not mind Denki being around their house whenever he’s not in the dorms, but the signs of abuse and neglect are present. They’ve been working as heroes and teachers long enough to recognize the patterns, and the fact that Denki doesn’t want to go home is alarming.
A few minutes later, Denki comes strolling down the stairs, completely swamped in Hitoshi’s big sweatshirt and sweatpants with his hair damp around his neck.
“Good morning, Denki,” Hizashi says while offering him a cup of coffee.
He yawns before accepting the cup. “Good morning. What are you guys doing here?”
Shouta and Hizashi share a look. “Denki, this is our house.”
“Oh, right.” Denki’s way to lighten the mood and create small talk backfired because of his sleepy brain.
“Denki, do you ever go home?” Hizashi asks before Shouta elbows him, making him realize that definitely came out wrong.
Denki chuckles nervously before rubbing the back of his neck, a habit he picked up from his boyfriend.
“Well… that’s a good question,” Denki avoids having to answer. By the way that he doesn’t immediately deny the question, Hizashi and Shouta have their suspicions confirmed.
The three of them stand in the kitchen in awkward silence before Shouta speaks up. “How about we have a family dinner this week. Hitoshi has only ever met your mom, and we haven’t met either of your parents even though you boys have been dating for over two years now.”
Shouta tries to make the offer seem as less intimidating as possible, but he doesn’t succeed, judging by the way Denki shifts from one foot to the next while standing in front of them.
“I-I don’t know, they’re kinda busy.”
“I’ll call them,” Shouta strongly states.
“You don’t hav-”
“I want to.”
“Oh, okay,” Denki lets out with a wobble in his voice. He dreads the thought of his favorite people having to meet his parents, but he can only hope it will go smoothly.