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Aizawa Shota. Part time teacher at UA. Part time underground hero. Quirk: erasure.
Saiki Kusuo. PK Academy student. Power: psychic.
Dazai Osamu. Soon to be member of the Armed Detective Agency. Former Port Mafia executive. Ability: No Longer Human.
Aizawa never talked about his family. Not to anyone. Not even when his husband had pounded, begging him to release any piece of information about any family member. “Please Shota.” Yamada asked with puppy dog eyes. Aizawa had pursed his lips together as he shook his head. “No.” He replied firmly. But Yamada didn’t give up. From time to time he’d ask Aizawa about it, hoping that the man would finally loosen up a little. But Aizawa remained by his words.
No, there is nothing to know about my family.
And eventually, Yamada let the subject drift away after he remained without an answer for months. Aizawa would meet his family members over the course of those months, but not once did any of his turn up. Not for Christmas. Not to celebrate the new year. Not even for Aizawa’s birthday. It was as if Aizawa didn’t even have any family at all. Those thoughts made Yamada sad from time to time. He often had to remind himself that he was Aizawa’s family now. Had been for the past couple of years. But that didn’t manage to take away the sadness Yamada felt towards the subject.
Aizawa, on the other hand, didn’t feel any sadness towards that subject at all. The ties with his extended family had broken a long time ago, and the only ones Aizawa did frequently talk to were his parents. Yamada hadn’t met them, simply because of the fact that they lived in the other side of the country. The rest of his family was scattered somewhere around Japan too, Aizawa presumed. But he didn’t bother to reach out to them, and neither did they.
Well, at least until that letter managed to slip into the mailbox. It nearly went unnoticed with the other countless letters he received, and Aizawa had to double check if his eyes weren’t playing any tricks on him. They weren’t.
In his hands rested a letter from one of his cousins. Aizawa lost count of how many he even had, not that he was close with any of them since there had been a lot of divorces and whatnot in the family. If he was being honest, he had lost count of it himself.
Kunihari Saiki was written on the back of the white envelope. Aizawa stared at it. Turned it around in his hands a few times too. His eyes nearly drilled holes in the letter, and he wasn’t even sure if he should really open it or not. Eventually he gave in into his curiosity and carefully opened it to see what was inside of it.
Sitting at the dinner table surrounded by the rest of his mail, he began to read.
Dear Shota
I know it has been years since we have last spoken, and I know it may come over as rude to ask something like this of you out of the blue like this, but I am truly at my last resort. Our eldest son is sick and my wife and I have been called over to England to assist him since he isn’t 18 yet. But that leaves our youngest son without any supervision since he is prohibited from tagging along, as requested by his older brother. He’s just 16 and leaving him alone for a month isn’t possible. We’ve reached out to the others, but all of them seem to either be busy or not fit enough to take care of him. So I am asking you Shota, if it would be possible for Kusuo to stay over at yours until we’re back?
He’s a good student, keeps out of trouble and is generally quiet. Please let us know your answer.
Kunihari.
Aizawa had to read the letter a couple of times and was too stunned to proces anything that was requested. He didn’t even notice Yamada stumbling into the kitchen and reading the letter over his shoulder, a smirk growing on his face. “You should say it’s okay for him to stay!” Yamada said with his loud voice, over excited once again. Aizawa turned slowly around to look at his husband, and slowly his brain managed to think again.
”What?” Aizawa asked. That stupid grin remained on Yamada’s face. “That boy! Kusuo! He needs someone responsible to look out for him, so why not do it? It sounds like that letter was from a family member. A brother, perhaps?” Yamada said. Aizawa was perplexed.
”Cousin, but whatever. And no, I don’t think I can take care of a child for a month. Not when you’re around anyway.” Aizawa joked, but Yamada simply grinned. “Don’t be so shy. You’re a great teacher, taking care of your nephew won’t be so hard, eh?” Yamada asked, grinning at his husband. Aizawa simply huffed but couldn’t hide his smile that well.
”Alright. I’ll write back.” He said, Yamada squeaked in excitement at finally meeting someone from his husband’s family. Meanwhile Aizawa was looking forward to seeing one of his nephews again. Aizawa had never seen the boy, simply because they hadn’t spoken to each other in years.
But at the end of the day, they remained family. Something he never managed to turn his back to. Also because he had a weird thing going on where he found children in need of a parental figure and he would fill that role, but whatever.
And so, Yamada and Aizawa worked on the reply letter together. They even walked towards the post office together to drop it off.
A week later, the doorbell rang. Aizawa opened it only to reveal a boy with pink hair and green glasses standing there emotionless. “You must be Saiki Kusuo, right?” Aizawa asked. The boy nodded. “Come on in.” Aizawa offered. And so, Saiki Kusuo entered the residence.