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Aizawa was having a good day. It was his day off. He watched a movie with his husband, his cats decided to be nice and cuddled with him for an hour, he took a nap-a good nap. Then his phone buzzed with the words Problem Child on the screen.
“This is Aizawa.”
“Hey! Um. Can- I’d like to order a pizza?” Midoriya’s voice was shaky but it wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary. Still, Aizawa was put on edge.
“Kid, you know this is Aizawa, right?”
“Y-yep! I-I wanted to know how long it would take for you guys to-to deliver?” Aizawa jumped up from his couch and ran out the door.
He knew what this was. He ran.
“I’m on my way. Is someone in the house with you? Don’t answer if it’ll hurt you.”
“Yes.”
“Is you mother there too?”
“N-no”
“Tell me pepperoni if it is a stranger, sausage if it is someone you know. Tell me family size if it’s someone in you family.”
“T-that would be a family size sausage.” Aizawa nearly stumbled across the rooftop he was on when another voice rang out.
“I thought I fucking told you, I wanted pepperoni,” the voice spat.
“Sorry, dad. I’ll tell them pepperoni.” Eraserhead thought he heard the guy, apparently Midoriya’s father say ‘fucking useless whore’. His sight went red.
“A f-family size pepperoni. No s-sausage, sorry.”
“Okay kid. I’m five minutes away, do you think you keep on the phone for that long?”
“N-no.”
“Is he near you or in another room. Say yeah for near you and yep for in another room.”
“Y-yeah.”
“Do you think he will hurt you in the next four minutes?”
“I don’t k-know.”
“Try and get away from him if you can.”
“What the fuck is taking so long, huh?!” Aizawa heard from the other side.
“I’m just finishing up, dad.” Izuku paused. “Okay, thank you. Bye.”
And then he hung up.
Aizawa never ran faster in his life.
Aizawa got to the house and didn’t bother knocking. Not when his kid-
student
was in danger. He tried the handle put it was locked. He braced himself and kicked the door in.
He was prepared for the worst but nothing prepared him to see his kid getting choked on the floor by a large man with wavy black hair. He was muscular and big . And as he and Izuku struggled on the floor, the millisecond before he lept in to restrain the man, he saw that while the man’s left hand was squeezed tightly around his kid’s throat, his right hand was between them, fumbling with his kid’s sweatpants.
His kid was being assaulted and he lost all rational thought. He kicked the man so hard in the face, he heard a large crack . He kicked the man several more times and heard another loud crack. Probably a rib. And despite the rest of the situation, he almost smiled at the sound.
But before his lips could move, the coughing of his kid made him look at Midoriya, he curled in fetal position, his hands cupping his throat and gasping and coughing.
Aizawa decided to wait for Izuku till he had restrained Mr. Midoriya. He grabbed his restraining cuffs and stood on the man’s back, cracking the already fractured rib. Then he pressed the 119 button on his watch to let the station know.
He immediately turned to Midoriya knelt down next to him. “Kid? Hey? Are you with me?” Midoriya nodded, but but kept rasping shallow breaths.
“Thank god, kid. I was so fucking worried.”