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Hitoshi hates asking questions, because of his quirk.
When he was younger, going from foster home to foster home at the ages of 4-8, he would activate his quirk by accident. He got it under control by the time he was 10, through many headaches, nosebleeds, and body pains. Despite this, his records were permanent, and his foster parents never cared that he had his quirk under check finally.
Now was different, now he was 15, and had 2 caring loving parental figures. Two people who he’s allowed to call dad if he wants (he’s not there yet, hopefully one day he will be), two people who signed adoption papers after just knowing him for a little over half a year.
2 parents who would get eventually frustrated and sick of him , in his eyes.
He just started living with Hizashi and Shouta two weeks ago, and was getting used to everything. No muzzle, no wood bed (he had a mattress, even with a topper!), and was able to take anything from the pantry (albeit if it’s the last thing, he has to make sure to write it on the grocery list that Yamada-Sensei keeps on the fridge).
Zapping back to the present time, Hitoshi is in a dilemma. His favorite snack is gone, and he does not want to write it down. Because it’s unhealthy, and Aizawa Sensei is training him, he expects better.
Hitoshi has written down 2 things on the list so far, oranges and granola bars.
But last week, he discovered hot cheetos.
It was an accident! Really! Yamada- sensei got him a small bag from the radio studio, and Hitoshi was shocked at how good they were.
Yamada-sensei and his American hyperfixations are always interesting. He managed to get Shinsou to try hot cheetos, hamburgers, pizza and more!
Last week, Shinsou managed to get another bag from school. He frowned when he put his chopsticks into the bag and poked around, finding the bag empty.
What? He doesn’t like getting his fingers all red!
Oh. This is a bummer. We’re going on a week long break too, so I can’t get more from school. He thought.
“Hey lil listener!” Shinsou instinctively shoved the bag and chopsticks under his blanket, looking with wide eyes at Yamada-Sensei who had just entered his bedroom.
“Uhhh you good Hitoshi?” The man chuckled, knowing what it means when teenagers shove stuff under their blankets.
Porn. Drugs. Bad grades.
Hitoshi doesn’t seem like he’d fall into these categories, so Yamada sat down on the edge of the boy’s bed.
“Yeah, I am. Thank you.”
“Anything on your mind?”
Hitoshi shook his head frantically.
“Okay… well, if you do you know where we are! It’s almost bedtime, do you want anything? I’m going to make me and Shouta some hot chocolate.”
Hizashi shrugged.
“If it’s okay, Yamada- Sensei.”
The man frowned.
“Of course it is! That’s why I asked. Why don’t you wash up and join us? Also, I’ve told you this! Stop calling us sensei, just Yamada or Hizashi is fine, same for Aizawa!”
Hitoshi nodded, obediently getting up and walking past Hizashi into the bathroom. After a moment, Hizashi heard the water start in the bathroom and went to Hitoshi’s side, pulling up the comforter. He frowned at the site.
An empty bag of chips and chopsticks? That’s it? He scanned the bed one more time, double-checking if he missed anything. He didn’t. It did make sense why Hitoshi’s mouth was slightly red, and he didn’t make any moves for other snacks that evening.
He will definitely bring this up to Shouta.
Hizashi put the chip bag back under the comforter, grinning slightly.
This can be an exercise to ask questions!
“Shinsou, we’ll be in the family room!” Yamada called out.
“Okay, thank you Sensei. I’m going to shower and come.”
“Okay! Please let me know if you need anything.”
He received a hum in response. He knows Shinsou unfortunately won’t be asking for anything.
Hizashi walked into the family room, flopping onto the sofa, across Shouta’s lap.
“Well hello, Hizashi. How was your shower?” Shouta leaned down, pressing a kiss in between his husband’s shoulder blades. The latter shivered, looking up at the other.
“It was okay. I wish you joined me!” Yamada whined.
“Someone has to be available in case Shinsou needs anything.”
“Hizashi nodded frantically.
“Of course! I’m messing with you.” Hizashi reached up and cupped Shouta’s cheeks.
He had his black hair pulled back into a bun, lounging in short shorts and Hizashi’s “PUT YOUR HANDS UP” radio hoodie.
Hizashi sat up, looking up at his husband.
“I wanted to talk to you, really quick while Shinsou is in the shower.” He whispered, Shouta immediately nodded and put all of his attention on his typically loudmouth spouse.
“What’s up Zashi?” Shouta murmured while leaning forward, placing a kiss at the blonde’s mouth corner.
“I walked in to ask Shinsou if he wanted anything, and he shoved something under his covers.”
“Mmmm… Do you know what?”
“Yeah so I got him to go to the bathroom and checked, it was an empty bag of hot cheetos and chopsticks.”
Shouta quirked a brow.
“Chips?”
Yamada nodded.
“Chips!”
Shouta frowned, pinching his nose.
“He didn’t have the best home life before us, you know that. I think- he might have been scared that we would get mad at him eating junk food outside of meals?” Shouta offered up, his husband hummed.
“I agree. It makes me sad, how nervous he was.”
Shouta kissed Hizashi on the lips.
“Thanks for your amazing investigation skills Present Mic. Should we get another bag for him at the store tomorrow?”
Hizashi blushed at the use of his hero name, then shook his head.
“I think we should use this as an opportunity to show him he can ask us for anything he wants. Not just healthy food and books, but stuff that makes him happy too!”
The men heard the door open to the bathroom, Shinsou tip-toeing to his room and shutting the door quietly.
“He’s really hurt. Don't forget that, love,” Shouta murmured against Hizashi’’s lips. The latter sighed.
“Yeah. But we can help! I love him and you so much. We can do this. ”
Shouta nodded. “Me too.”
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Shinsou yawned, taking a sip of the coffee Aizawa bought him before their ‘family shopping trip’.
“Shinsou! Do you see anything you like?” Yamada spoke up, the boy shook his head frantically, already seeing the basket full of food for the week and feeling the hot drink in his hand.
“No, thank you though.”
The adults exchanged a look.
“Are you sure? You know, teenagers love junk food! Should we look at that section anyway?” Shinsou shrugged, letting Yamada lead him and Aizawa.
“Can we get these?” Shouta held up a bag of corn chips in the shape of cats.
Hizashi cooed, cupping his husband’s face. “You. Are. So. Cute. Put it in the cart.”
Aizawa blushed, tucking his face into his purple scarf further.
“Zashi. Stop it.”
Shinsou chuckled at the site. He never would have thought at the beginning of his first year that his hardass sensei had such a sunny husband.
Hitoshi kept walking, pausing when he saw a bag of hot cheetos.
Woah. That’s way bigger than the bags at school.
“Oh, cheetos! Those are addicting right?” Hizashi nudged Hitoshi’s shoulder, the boy shrugged.
“A little.”
He really wants the bag.
Hizashi frowned at his adoptive son, ruffling his hair.
“Ask if you want anything, Hitoshi.” He tried out a new name, the boy’s eyes widened.
“Can I- get that bag?” He whispered, playing with the hem of his hoodie.
Shouta and Hizashi beamed at the question.
“Of course! Grab whichever one you want.”
Hitoshi’s shoulders trembled as he reached over, grabbing the bag and placing it in the cart gently.
“You didn’t brainwash him. You know that right?” Shouta reached up onto Hitoshi’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, Hitoshi nodded slightly.
“Y-Yeah. I don’t think I did.” He smiled.
“You didn’t! I want to get it for you!”
“Thank you,” Hitoshi whispered.
“Anything else?” Shouta nudged the boy with his shoulder, Hitoshi shook his head frantically.
“No thank you.”
“Hitoshi, you can eat any snacks you want with us okay? Unhealthy, healthy, or anything in between. You’re a healthy boy, and also a teenager. You deserve delicious food. As long as it's in moderation and doesn't hurt your stomach,” Shouta whispered, the boy nodded.
“Okay.”
“Let’s get you something else you like okay? I need another item to add to your bento boxes every day, because we are all out of oranges," Hizashi spoke up.
Hitoshi trembled, following his adoptive parents to the grocery section.
He froze at the sites, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
His foster parents used to complain about how pricey fresh produce was. About how much of a pain it was to feed him. How do these two just let him eat whatever he wants?
Shouta noticed the boy falter, looking back over his shoulder and noticed Hitoshi’s face.
Shit. Panic attack.
The boy dropped his drink, gasping.
“S-Sorry- ‘m sorry!” He said, Shouta rushed back, Hizashi ditching the cart and doing the same.
“That’s okay, the lid didn’t open anyway. It’s okay. Let’s go sit, does that sound okay?” His mentor cooed slightly, a hand going to the other’s shoulder. The boy nodded, wiping at the tears that rushed out of his eyes.
Hizashi leaned down, picking up the nearly empty cup and tossing it into the nearby trash can then coming back.
“C’mon loves,” he pushed the cart, finding a nearby bench for Hitoshi to sit down in, Shouta kneeled in front of him.
“‘M sorry-” Hitoshi croaked, going up to wipe his eyes.
“It’s okay Shinsou, we’re sorry for overwhelming you,” Aizawa whispered, the boy shook his head.
“It’s my fault for being so messed up.” He pawed at his eyes.
“How about we do this. Zashi, can you go check out our groceries? And then we can go get take out from Shinsou’s favorite restaurant and go home?”
“Of course! I’ll be back listeners.” Hizashi kneeled down and kissed the side of Aizawa’s face.
“Thank you Zash.”
With that, Hizashi walked away.
Shouta sighed, ruffling Hitoshi’s hair.
“We’re so sorry Shinsou, we pushed you too hard. You did great, just asking the one question.”
Hitoshi shook his head.
“It’s o-okay, Aizawa.”
Aizawa smiled, letting Shinsou calm down for a few moments and Hizashi scampered back, reusable bags hanging off his arms and hands..
“Okay, listeners! How are we feeling now?” Hizashi put a bag down and ruffled Shinsou’s hair, who leaned into the touch.”
“‘M okay.”
“Good!”
“Uh- can we go?” He asked quietly, his parents nodded with big smiles and wide eyes at the question.
“Yes! Where do you want to get food from for lunch?”
“Can we get fried rice?” It came out as a whisper.
“Yes, of course. Let’s go to Zashi’s favorite restaurant, it’s nearby.”
Shinsou smiled big.