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"Kid, what do you have to say for yourself?" The words startle Izuku slightly, and he pauses from where he was shovelling noodles in his mouth to peer up at his Dad, eyes wide and perfectly innocent. It fools the man for exactly zero seconds.
He slurps up the end of his last of his current noodles, chewing quickly so that he can grin up at his Dad, toothy and sheepish all at once,
"Uh, depends on what you want to hear, I guess?" The look he's levelled with isn't exactly impressed; no, it's frankly verging on disappointed, if not for the amusement settled behind it all. His Dad, whilst tired, will always be chaotic. And they both know it, judging by how the man slumps sideways to lean against the counter, running a hand through his hair,
"I want to hear that I'm sleeping and this is all a dream."
"I can knock you out, if you want?" Izuku grins, only a little bit serious.
"Kid, no.... Tempting, admittedly, but no."
Both Aizawas, after a long second of staring at each other, snort.
From further into the living area, there's a few giggles or louder discontented grumbles. Izuku looks over his shoulder at the small pile of his classmates who may or may not be tied up on the floor, and can't decide whether to giggle or wince.
Then Kaminari pouts at him from in amongst said pile, and the laughter bubbles up without his thought or intention. It has grumbles and grunts from the jumble of disgruntled limbs.
There's a tap of knuckles against the top of his head, reprimanding for all that it's rather gentle. Izuku regains enough breath to somewhat half-heartedly defend himself,
"They deserved it."
"Did they now," the hero deadpans. Izuku gets slightly more impassioned now, admittedly, because he did have a good reason,
"They tried to tickle me!" Aizawa blinks at him once, twice, a third time. Then the edges of a Cheshire smile creep into his expression, a crinkle at the eye and hint of teeth.
"Hate to break it to you, kiddo, but I do that. Semi-regularly." Izuku nearly gasps in outrage, because yes, but also very much no, it's absolutely and obviously different,
"Well, it leads to a spar, and, well, you know, you're my Dad."
"I am indeed," the hero grumbles, no true grumpiness to it, that very same fact belied by the way that he shuffles further forwards to drop a kiss atop Izuku's curls, hand a gentle press atop his shoulder, all warm and firm and affectionate.
Izuku leans into both shamelessly.
"But also, if you don't let them go then I will." He's ready to protest, for all that his Dad is already going on,
"And if I have to, then no dark chocolate for the week." He sits up abruptly, eyes wide,
"Aww, Dad!"
"That's my name, don't wear it out," the hero snarks back, already stepping back towards Izuku's classmates. It's enough to have the teen scrambling to his feet and away from his breakfast, darting around the man to get to the knot of capture weapon and teenagers first.
His Dad huffs, but doesn't race him. No, he simply crouches beside Izuku and helps finish the untangling the capture weapon.
Suffice to say, Izuku's classmates don't try to tickle him again.
Well, maybe once or twice. They learn to stop after Sero's nose gets, admittedly accidentally, broken when Izuku kicks out at him whilst trying to get away. Anyway, it's far funnier to tickle Uraraka and seeing what may or may not get floated in the process, doubly so when her giggles are so bright and half of them end up against the ceiling in the process.
They'll still earn the odd occasion getting tangled up in Izuku's capture weapon though; it's just a matter of time.