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If Aizawa was ever completely surprised by his students, it would be now. Kamino had been a nightmare and a half, but the kids involved acted just fine. They were injured but not fatally. The Erasure Hero stood guard in the lobby watching his kids leave.
Izuku Midoriya was escorted out by his mother’s arm around his shoulders, looking ready to kill anyone who even looked at her boy the wrong way. The boy had tears running down his face and Aizawa couldn’t help but be relieved at the sight.
Tenya Iida followed. His mother had also come to collect her son. The boy wasn’t crying, but Aizawa overheard him making promises to his mother to never do something like that again. The underground hero smiled to himself; two problem children down.
Eijiro Kirishima, like his quirk, was emotionless as both his parents guided him to their car. As they neared Eraserhead, he saw that the boy’s eyes were glassy. The boy’s mother glanced at the hero and nodded. Aizawa relaxed, trusting she knew how to handle her son.
Night fell and Shouta grew worried. There was no sign of a Bakugo or Todoroki anywhere. In a moment of rash decision-making, Aizawa went up to the floor where the two remaining boys were. He talked to the doctors and it was agreed that they would benefit from leaving with him. With paperwork signed and boys in hand, the underground hero made his way to his apartment.. The boys surprised Shouta. He expected them to break down once they left the hospital, but they were still holding up. The doctor’s words rang in Shouta’s ears:
“They haven’t shown any signs of trauma, but that could be due to a lot of reasons. The top two I can think of are that they don’t feel safe enough to react, or they aren’t actually that affected. I’d still watch out for that. I trust you know how to handle any responses?”
Shouta nodded.
The man glanced in the mirror to look at the boys. Todoroki was staring at his lap where his folded hands rested. Bakugo on the other hand, was making sure his gaze was fixed outside the window. Both boys hadn’t said a word. The drive continued in the same fashion. Then they entered the parking lot, the gate closing behind Aizawa’s car. He once again looked in the mirror, checking on the boys. Shouta’s heart sank. Bakugo’s head lolled against the back of his seat like his muscles stopped supporting his body. Todoroki had tears streaming down his face. The car was parked as hurriedly as Shouta could and he walked around the car to unbuckle the boys once they made it clear they wouldn’t do it themselves.
The click acted like a signal for Bakugo. Once he heard it, he latched onto Shouta’s hand. The man gave the appendage a reassuring squeeze and led the explosive boy over to gather the half-and-half boy. Shouta’s worry increased when the released seatbelt failed to rouse Shouto. The pro-hero took one of the boy’s hands and frowned as he received a flinch in response. Shouta gently pulled the boy’s hand, still getting no response. The adult then raised his hand, preparing to cup the dual-quirker's cheek. That recieved a reaction.
The young Todoroki flinched, hitting his head against the seat. That must've knocked the boy into the present as his gaze scanned the car, the location, and finally saw Airawa and Bakugou. Heterochromic eyes once again stared at their owner's lap.
"Oh," Shouto breathed out.
As much as Aizawa wished, it was not a good time to unpack everything Todoroki had unconsciously revealed. Shouta just really wanted to go inside. Instead, he held out his hand again and Shouto took it without hesitation. Relief crashed not unlike a rogue wave and Shouta led the 16-year-olds up the few flights of stairs to their temporary home.
By the time the apartment door came into view, Bakugou and Todoroki had retreated. Both of them continued to cling onto the pro-hero and it wasn't a good time to deal with it. Luck was on Aizawa's side as Todoroki relinquished his hand to unlock the door. Then it immediately laughed in his face when said boy latched onto the aforementioned hand as soon as the task was completed.
No doubt alerted by the noise, Hizashi was there to welcome his husband home. With a quick assessment of the situation, the blond stepped forward. Immediately, Shouto's grip tightened and Katsuki growled while he sparked his hand, luckily not the one refusing to let go of the Underground Hero. Hizashi halted instantly, making eye contact with the raven.
"They've been like this since discharge," he explained helplessly, fatigue and safety clouding his mind.
He also had to explain why the boys were even there when Hizashi asked.
"That doesn't explain-" the blond hero gestured over the tiny group, "this."
A tired sigh escaped, Delayed reaction, he explained. Shouta watched determination harden into a mask over his partner's face before turning and leaving. Finding he didn't really care, the man made his way to the couch. Relieved noises filtered through as the cushions absorbed all the stress of the last couple of days. Not even a breath later, two-toned hair tickled Shouta's ear and the back cushion pulled him toward the explosive child as he sank into the fabric embrace. Slow breaths filled the silence. Hands were still entwined.
From the hallway, Shouta heard rummaging and footsteps. Around three minutes later, Shouta watched his lover return to the living room. Cradled in the Voice Hero's arms were at least four futons and a shitton of blankets.
"Zashi," Shouta said slowly, "What is this.?"
In lein of answering, the blond knelt on the floor. Shouta was about to repeat his question when his partner finally answered.
"You and the boys will sleep out here tonight."
The raven had a protest on the tip of his tongue, ready to fly when the smallest noise escaped the dual-quirk wielder nestled into his side. Shouta stared at Hizashi and nodded.