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Izuku woke up, forcing a sigh out of his mouth and carefully rolling off his bed so he could get to his personal bathroom.
Forcing the medicine cabinet open he takes out some familiar painkillers, ones that he only takes when his hands keep him up in the middle of the night. Hoping they would be enough to put him to sleep before school the next morning.
Doubting that he would be able to actually sleep he moved stiffly downstairs to the dorm’s common room. Quietly turning on the Hero News and bringing out one of his notebooks that he stored around the dorms. Only for him to find, and if anyone found them then they couldn’t understand due to the code.
Sadly it only took five minutes before he gave up on being able to write anything, his hands spasming together too often to accomplish anything.
Sighing he racked his hands down his face,” Of course this has to happen before the final exam.”
Collapsing onto the back of the seat, he mentally counts how many hours of sleep he had and how much coffee it will take to get through the day.
Even into the second year of sharing dorms no one had yet to see behind the Deku mask, well those that do just brush it- like some swear he chugged a whole coffee pot, but who would believe that sweet Deku would drink something so bitter, he only drinks bright surgery things.
Seeing nothing better to do he decided to meditate for the day. Something he always did- starting with learning yoga to be more flexible. The instructor preached about balance in body and soul and required everyone to meditate.
After ten years of being systematically abused he realized that the only thing keeping him sane was the daily reflection of his life and self. Finding inner strength to continue his life, and for not having professional help he thought he was doing pretty good for himself.
Not to mention this helped him increase his senses, on par with the stealth master himself- the number one underground hero, Aizawa Shouta AKA Eraserhead.
Which is why it didn’t surprise Izuku when it took until his homeroom teacher was 15 feet away when usually he could tell when they entered the same room.
“ Problem Child.”
“Mmm.”
“ What are you doing? You should be in bed.”
“ Couldn’t sleep.”
Aizawa sighed, dropping onto the seat next to him.” Is it your anxiety?”
Izuku barely manages to hide an amused snort, for all that Aizawa acted like he didn’t care he sure knew a lot of facts about his students.” No, my anxiety is pretty low right now. Not sure it’ll stay that way for tomorrow though.” It wouldn’t bode well for him to mention that Sero had had a weed party and while everyone was stoned no one noticed the greenette sneaking in to take a few hits.
“ If it’s not anxiety then what’s keeping you up tonight?”
“ Well, why are you up, Aizawa? Isn’t Present Mic missing you?” It was always fun to pull the husband card on them, they always seemed to forget that he knew. It was perfect for utilizing at opportune moments like this one.
“ Hizashi never believes me when I tell him that you tease me about us.” The teacher sighs, shaking his head- probably thinking about how his blonde husband will deny this occurrence ever happened.
Izuku smiled,” Tease you? Aizawa, I’m innocent. Just ask anyone.”
The older one suddenly frowned,” You know you can always be not innocent, if you wanted to.”
“ Don’t worry Aizawa, I will eventually. But as it stands the only one that can know my true self is My Lover.” The greenette as his teacher looks shocked again,” If only the dorm rules would allow me to snuggle with him as you do your own husband. But alas I don’t want to expose us over detention.”
“ You have a boyfriend?”
“ Does that surprise you?”
“ All the teachers bet you were straight.”
“ HA, no. I haven’t ever been straight. Baby Izuku thought Kacchan was sexy but didn’t pursue him, but I guess I thought I should surround myself with good looking people.” His boyfriend in question was upstairs finally sleeping after Izuku slipped him some melatonin and massaged his head.
“ You aren’t going to tell me who it is are you?”
“ Hmm, I’ll make a deal with you, give me five minutes with your capture weapon and I’ll tell you.”
Aizawa pulls the scarf off hesitantly, most likely wondering how much damage his problem child could cause in five minutes, clearly throwing caution to the wind as he handed it over.
“ Your son is mine.” He said in answer before looking closer at the scarf, pinching two inches from the end and getting it to curl.
If the black haired man had been drinking something it would have ended up on the floor,” My son? Hitoshi? My angsty teenager with a bias against strong quirks is dating the cinnamon roll of my class?” If his student had to explain what he looked like in that moment it would be a life crisis.
“ We got together like three weeks after the sports festival. Most of the glaring was sexual tension, I’m sure you and Yamada-san understand. Especially when Hitoshi comes to my dorm whining about you two glaring at each other before making so much noise Midnight takes pity on him enough to offer her spare room.”
Aizawa chokes on nothing, face turning red. He could never face anyone again.
Sadly at that moment the world decides that had been having too nice of a conversation, causing his hand to seize up. Just his luck that it was the hand on the capture weapon which resulted in his other hand getting squeezed too tight setting off more hand spasms. Forcefully Izuku manages to throw the scarf on the ground before heading to the kitchen to run warm water on his hands.
The Erasure hero followed close behind, confused at what he just saw.” Is something wrong?”
“ No, nothing serious. Could you put on the electric tea pot? It should already have water in it.” Yaoyorozu had insisted on it really, helping out anyone who might come down in the middle of the night.
Aizawa frowns before doing what was asked. Sighing, he looks out the window.” So, Problem child, you wanna tell me what this is about?”
Izuku gives a small chuckle,” Can’t break your hands enough to become deformed without having pain.”
“ You mean to tell me that you've had chronic pain in your hands, and you never told any of the teachers?”
“ Hmm, well Nedzu, Recovery Girl and All might all know. Nedzu offered to have someone who has a quirk that can dull sensations come and use it on my hands- only thing is that the quirk doesn’t discriminate between pain and all other sensations. So I thought that in the end it would be more trouble then what it would be worth- not to mention that wouldn’t actually fix anything.” The teen shrugs, unaware that his teacher was struggling to keep his quirk under control.
“ You mean to tell me that none of these people saw fit to tell me about this?”
The greenette looks over his shoulder,” It’s fine, really- there’s nothing you can do anyway. Calm down and pour us some water, tea should help us sleep or at the very least relax.”
“ I could’ve taken special care on your bad days, made some tests verbal- I don’t know, anything other than not know.” Aizawa was already wondering how many times his number one problem child had seen fit to hide the pain that came along with his hands from not just him but everyone.
“ I would have told you if it had started affecting my school work, but if it worries you that much- decrease your essays and up your presentations. I think a lot of my classmates would do better if they had your critic, not focused on showmanship and image as much as information. Actually you could draft or recycle some case files and have them presented- that way we actually learn how best to present them, what info could be relevant. Mumble mumble mumble”
Aizawa had never considered that he would be of any use try to help his Hellspawn with presentations, but maybe it was more about practice. And it was true that he would prioritize information over image, it would be helpful for the students to learn a balance between them.
“ Alright, I’ll talk to Nedzu about it.” The elder looked at his student who was now drying his hands thoroughly,” You know if it would help, I could show you how to massage them, or even just massage them for you.”
“ Haha, you’re like Toshi. So awkward about affection and touch…” Midoriya titled his head, staring curiously at his teacher.” If it makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to, I could massage them by myself but most of the time working the stress out of them is just returned by working the stress out the other one.”
Sometime later when Aizawa was almost finished, Hitoshi emerged sleepily wiping his eyes.” Izu, I’m cold.”
“ I’m sorry, I was thirsty.” Izuku stood up, waving at Aizawa to be quiet- even signing a small ‘Goodnight’ before reaching the purplette and scooping him up bridal style. Hitoshi curled up and nuzzled into him and started snoring softly.
Aizawa will forever deny the soft smile that he had, I mean what big, bad, scary teacher looks at his children-not-children so fondly? Not this one. He has a reputation to up-hold.
Izuku smiles at the dark-haired man,” Goodnight, Aizawa-sensei. Might want to get back to Yamada-sensei. By the way, Hitoshi wanted to tell you of our relationship tomorrow, so try and act surprised.”
“ You won’t have to worry about that, I’m actually in shock right now, hopefully by then I can react.”
“ Hehe, sorry sensei.”
“ Not your fault.”
“ Oh, good. So can I call you Dad then?”
Aizawa blushed madly as the greenette just smiled and started his way closer to the elevator.
“ Detention.”
And if the next day Aizawa randomly blushes while in sight of Hitoshi and Izuku then no one else will be any wiser. And if he makes it a point about setting up a meeting with Nedzu to discuss soundproof rooms, then his son and friend should thank him.
Hizashi however is very confused as to why his husband starts muttering about ‘Midoriya and his endless torment, Oh God- I’ll have to deal with him on holidays too. If only he didn’t have that damn mask then people would really see just how relentless he could be- calling me dad like that’ when their son had come out to them and told them about his secret boyfriend who he’d like for to come over for dinner.