Work Text:
July 7th - Yamada’s Birthday
Category: My Hero Academia
Pairing: Shigaraki & Midoriya Shigaraki & Ms. Joke Midoriya & Ms. Joke Midoriya & Aizawa Midoriya & Yamada Aizawa/Yamada
Rating: T
Summary: This is a sequel to Hitoshi’s birthday but only deals with Yamada’s birthday and more of a Trickster’s family life.
Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the My Hero Academia franchise
Author’s Note: I’m sorry Yamada, I really do love you and I didn’t mean to make your birthday story late.
~~Story Begins~~
Aizawa was in the teacher’s lounge, curled up in his yellow bag with his eyes closed as he mentally reviewed some cases that his agency gave him last night, when he heard his husband’s footsteps run towards him.
“Zashi, don’t you dare yell,” Aizawa said as he opened his eyes to stare at him.
“Shouta, look at this!” Hizashi said, bouncing on his feet. “I got one too!”
The heroics teacher sat up and got out of his sleeping bag. “What did you get Zashi and please stop bouncing around or else I won’t let Eri feed you a cupcake for breakfast next year.”
The Voice Hero held out a dyed yellow leather book. The english lettering for ‘Present Mic’ was engraved on the top with a microphone after it. In the middle of the book was a face being half covered by a comedy theater mask, the part that was uncovered had the lips upturned in a mischievous smile.
Aizawa’s eyes went wide as he skimmed the pages with his husband flipping through the pages. The words were written in english, the curls and spins showed that it wasn’t printed, but whoever the writer was wrote the book by hand and in cursive.
“Oh my Nedzu,” Yamada said, barely controlling his quirk. “It’s encrypted with pre-quirk era music lyrics and titles.”
“Zashi, where did you find this?” Aizawa asked.
“That’s the strange part. It was on my teacher’s desk underneath my ungraded papers,” Hizashi said.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. There was no school today so the staff could get caught up on paperwork and grades. Aizawa found these days to be illogical because it was illogical to let the paperwork pile up and keep the students waiting for their grades. He did enjoy the extra nap and pay, but this raised more warnings in his head.
“Zashi, the Trickster is indeed someone in the school,” Aizawa said. He looks up at his husband. “We need to see Nedzu because he most likely knows who the Trickster is.”
~~
Fukukado yawns loudly, a hand covering her mouth as she walks out of her kitchen at the sound of someone knocking on the door, she walks through her living room where jazzy video game music plays from her television. Her oldest son tries to figure out the puzzle, curled up in between his arms and against his chest was her younger son, his green hair noticeable against the black clothing.
Her older son’s aqua blue hair was fuller and curlier since she took him in and away from the bar, his pale skin wasn’t as dried out since she had the patience and attitude to put up with his episode tantrums at first.
“Whose pounding at the door?” The voice was no longer raspy as he spoke and red eyes moved away from the television screen to look at Fukukado. “I swear if it’s Dabi tell him I’ll decay his favorite bucket of chicken for almost waking the brat up.”
“I think Dabi and Hawks are broken up again,” she said, tapping her chin in thought. “Then again, I don’t know since I don’t keep up with the limelight heroes.”
The knocks got louder and she sighed. “I’m coming, cool your jets, if you have them.”
“If the brat wakes up because of the visitors I’m not being held accountable for any damage,” her older son said.
She looked through the peephole to her door before she started to unlock it. When she opened the door, she stared at her two unexpected visitors. One who was acting like an hyperactive child in a toy store as he held onto a leather book, the other had a mixture of tiredness, anger, and disbelief with a dash of murderous intent.
“What kind of social call is this?” she said. “Since I know your day jobs are closed due to it being a staff day. Also happy birthday, Yamada-san.”
“Thank you! And uh, let’s call it a personal gathering? A day with friends,” Yamada said.
“If that’s all, then I hope my sons will be invited,” she said.
“Sons? We knew of you adopting one and that is one in which we would like to talk to,” Aizawa said with a slight bow. “If that’s okay with you, Fukukado.”
“Their biological brothers and I’m not going to split them apart when they were already separated,” she said. “Anyway, come in, I’ll order us some American style breakfast food. That is still your favorite breakfast style, right?”
“Yes! Yes! Thank you, we can help -” Yamada said with Aizawa activating his quirk to keep his husband’s quirk from activating, but Yamada was still loud but a hiss of ‘Shut up!’ caused everything to go silent.
Aizawa blinked before he ran into the living room, reactivating his quirk, capture scarf at the ready only to stop on the spot and glare. “Ms. Joke, why is -”
“If you dare wake up the brat, I will disintegrate your goggles,” the blue haired man said, his red eyes leaving the screen to stare at the visitor for a second, then glancing to the tuft of green hair that was in between his arms, before looking back at the screen. “Your goggles are ugly anyway.”
“Tenko,” Fukukado said as she walked back into the room. “What kind of American breakfast would you like?”
“What now?” Tenko said as he paused the game. Yamada entered the room. “Happy birthday Yamada, or would you prefer Present Mic? You know, considering our past?”
“Well, this is awkward, but uhm, since this is a private situation, Yamada would be fine,” Yamada said.
“You’ve never heard of an American style breakfast? Pancakes, eggs, toast -” Fukukado said as she started to make a list.
Tenko looked at her with a confused expression before he started to speak in a small voice. “This breakfast style is expensive, right?”
Aizawa blinked which cancelled his quirk.
“...That’s right. My brother-in-law is a cheap ass and if he wasn’t already dead, I’ll put him under myself. I’ll surprise you, but it’s a heavy type of breakfast,” she said.
“Have you not seen my arms? They are twigs! Why are you making my breakfast into a training exercise,” Tenko said.
“Why is my student, why is Midoriya asleep in your arms,” Aizawa said as Fukukado went back into the kitchen.
“Because Tenko makes for a great pillow, I’m a cuddle octopus gremlin, and he was there when I fell asleep,” Midoriya said in a tired voice. The green curly hair that was tucked into the man’s shoulder started to move and green eyes peered at the two heroes. “Why are you two here? Don’t you have paperwork to do?”
“You’re a Problem Child!” Aizawa said. “You didn’t tell us that Fukukado adopted you, that you are the analyst known as Trickster -” Aizawa grabbed the book Yamada was holding onto tightly. “-you made a personalized analyst book for Hitoshi and Yamada, and personalized the codes to them.”
Tenko blinked at the ranting teacher while Midoriya tentatively said, “Yes?”
“Hahaha, don’t mind Aizawa. He’s been thinking someone snuck into the school,” Yamada said. “I really love my book but why now? And like how much do we owe you for both of them?”
“Nothing? Hitoshi and your books were your birthday presents and I received permission from Mama Joke to do it with both of the books,” Midoriya said.
Tenko sat the controller down and pinched Midoriya’s cheeks. “Izu, you might want to tell them why you did the books. My therapist says that when you’re bothered by something you should ask.”
Tenko kept squishy and pinched Izuku’s cheeks ignoring the hero’s students' whines of ‘Stop it, Tenko,’ and ‘You’re so mean.’
“Oh? Is my little Izu finally up? Good, I just need to order your breakfast,” Fukukado said. “What American style breakfast would you like?”
“My what style of breakfast?” Midoriya said after a minute of silence.
The two U.A. teachers looked at each other with concern before looking back at the two on the couch. “You two have never heard of an American style breakfast until today?”
“Our father was a cheap man and was more focused on his Nomus and villain organization all while manipulating my memories of my past making me think I killed my biological family with my quirk when they weren’t even my family,” Tenko said.
“I only saw Mom for an hour a day and that was only for supper that I had to cook,” Midoriya said with a shrug. “It wasn’t until the dorms were set up at the U.A. that I had more than toast or cereal for breakfast.”
“I’m going to break into prison and kill my sister,” Fukukado said. “Oh well. I hope you two will enjoy what I order you then.” She walked back into the kitchen.
“Baby bro, she scares me,” Tenko said. “So, like, can we not tell her about your adventure with All Might and the first time you met him? You know, the main reason as to why I attacked the USJ?”
Midoriya chuckled. “Even while Father was tampering with your memories to forget about me, your big brother's senses were acting up even then. We’re like the brother version of Frozen.”
Tenko hissed and shoved Izuku off of his lap. “I will sell your soul to Satan for a pocky stick. Dabi and baby Todoroki are the Frozen siblings,” Tenko said as Izuku laughed. He took a quick glance to the U.A. teachers. “In fact, do you want to know something, EraserHead? Izuku here believes your son, Hitoshi, hates him and he’s been thinking that when he stays late to ask you questions after school that he’s being a bother and a hindrance when he asks questions.”
“What?” Aizawa said and Yamada said at the same time. Yamada’s quirk being active and Aizawa not erasing it.
“Tenko,” Izuku said from the floor, his arms covering up his eyes.
“Don’t Tenko me, brat,” Tenko said, grabbing the controller again. “I told you that I’ll sell your soul to Satan for a pocky stick and now one of them owes me a pocky stick. They’re here to ask you an ungodly amount of questions and -”
“Aizawa-sensei, Yamada-sensei, since you know I’m the Trickster, it is only fair to let you know that Tenko is known as the Prankster,” Midoriya said.
“No way,” Yamada said, staring at the ex-villain. “You’re Ms. Joke’s personal strategist? I’ve been wanting to meet you more than Trickster!”
“I don’t like this,” Aizawa said as he stared down at his student. His husband takes Tenko off of the couch and into the kitchen much to the protests of the villain. “But, he’s on probation, right?”
Izuku removed his arms and looked up at the dark eyes of his homeroom teacher. “All of the League of Villains are getting therapy,” Midoriya said. “Please don’t tell the class. The only other one who knows is Todoroki and that’s because Dabi is his oldest brother.”
Aizawa squatted down and stared at Midoriya. “As much as I dislike Fukukado’s hero persona, I know she’s an excellent hero and you’ve been more confident and happier. Healthier looking as well.” He ruffled the green curls hiding the smile at Midoriya’s giggles into his scarf. “I do have a lot of questions, concerns, but you will always be my Problem Child that I’m proud of. However, there are two main things that I want to discuss with you first.”
Izuku hummed in response.
“I want to thank you. Hitoshi has been a lot more confident with his quirk since he received your book and Hizashi has been hyper all day, but that could be from the cupcake this morning. I want to know how much we owe you for the books,” Aizawa said.
“They were gifts. I don’t need to be paid!” Izuku said.
“Kid, you handcrafted every aspect of the books from the leather to the codes used to fit their personality and likes,” Aizawa said. “I need to pay you for some of the work used in it.”
“It’s fine, really!” Izuku said in defense. “Like Tenko said, I merely did it because I know Hitoshi doesn’t like me all that much and I didn’t want to make Yamada feel left out but Tenko refused to do anything for him as the Prankster so-”
“Midoriya, I will ask Fukukado how much money and time you spent on making those books and pay you what Nedzu charges for his analysis,” Aizawa said. “So, choose.”
“If I give you a folder of evidence of Mineta’s transgression, can you give that to Nedzu to expel him and bring Hitoshi into Class 1-A? This way, the girls can feel safer in school and have that be my payment?” Midoriya asked nervously.
‘This kid,’ Aizawa thought as he nodded.
“Sure, but I’m still going to pay you some money,” Aizawa said as he stood up. “Now, let’s go save your brother from my husband.”