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“Izuku.”
“....Mr. Aizawa.”
“Don’t ‘Mr. Aizawa’ me.” The teacher points up at Izuku, the eight year old on top of his fridge with his capture weapon wrapped around his neck as if it were his own and cookie in hand. “How did you get up there.”
“I climbed on the counter, Shouta.” Izuku mumbles, hiding his face a little in the capture weapon around his neck.
“Ahuh. And why did you decide to climb onto the fridge?”
“Cause I took a cookie and tried to hide when I heard you came in.”
“And why did you think you needed to hide?”
“...Um.”
“You took my capture weapon as well.” He points out, squinting up at the boy who only shrugs in response. Aizawa sighs, “You could have asked for a cookie, Izuku. You didn’t have to hide on top of the fridge. One of the most obvious places to hide.”
“..It was the only other place except for under the table though… The cabinets are all full…” Izuku reasons, only making Aizawa’s eyes roll.
“And the capture weapon?” Aizawa points out again,
Izuku hesitates.
“Right. Okay. Off the fridge. Cmon.” Aizawa insists, reaching up and grabbing Izuku around his middle- the boy gripping his shoulders as the man brings him down to the ground. “You’re a problem child through and through. Smaller or not.” He leads Izuku towards the kitchen table, sitting him down in a chair and furrowing his eyebrows at him.
Izuku had again- yes, again. Turned into a kid because of a quirk.
The first time was just for an hour, this time it was for a week. Whatever, he’s really not surprised.
The thing is, Izuku was just strange as a kid- completely unpredictable. Because regardless of him retaining his memories of being a teen- there were underlining mannerisms that could very well be connected to childhood trauma.
But really, that was just another thing to add to his personal list of shits he needs to give.
He himself was just as strange as a child however, so honestly. He can’t judge too much.
But on top of the fridge, seriously?
…Ugh. He had gotten on top of the cabinets once as a child. He won’t say another word.
“Go on then. Eat your cookie.” Aizawa says bluntly when Izuku just stares at him, and he does- slowly nibbling on it shyly as he continues to stare Aizawa down. “You’re brushing your teeth and getting back to bed after this, FYI.”
Yeah. It was also one am. He forgot to mention that.
“...I’m not even gonna comment on the time.” Aizawa sighs out, he can’t- once again- judge when he was up as well. Izuku likely had a nightmare. He understands.
Actually putting a few things together based on the cookie and the scarf- he was probably just seeking comfort.
Aizawa tries not to sigh again- he does it enough times every day.
Izuku pointedly looks away when processing his words. Only taking another bite from his cookie and very gently leaning closer to the tired man.
Aizawa just puts his hand on top of his green curls and ruffles them, hm. He was lucky Izuku was still as trusting as he always was- though, he did also have the advantage of being someone Izuku looks up to.
….and being somewhat of a father figure to him.
No, he won’t explain that either. It didn't matter.
Aizawa picks up Izuku as soon as he’s done with the cookie, the boy whining but not exactly protesting as he’s dragged to the bathroom to brush his teeth and forced into bed.
Aizawa will let him keep the capture weapon. Just for the night. He thinks as he tucks in the boy into bed, standing to leave right after but-
“Shouta?” Izuku shyly pipes up.
He tilts his head towards the kid.
Izuku has his arms up in the air, making grabby hands and sending him a pleading look.
….
...Damn kitten eyes.
Aizawa turns back around, steps over towards the bed and leans down. He hugs Izuku, holding him close and pressing his face to the top of his head- leaving a soft kiss atop of his curls that he’d deny ever doing.
Izuku absolutely soaks it up, holding onto Aizawa tightly and burying his face into his shoulder.
He wished he didn’t have to worry so much about his kid- his.. Student, so much all the damn time. But, he’ll count his blessings. Izuku accepted the help he gave along with the comfort.
“Goodnight, Izuku.” Aizawa mumbles softly, separating from the boy and standing up.
“...Night, Shouta.” Izuku says back just as softly, and sleepily as he steps towards the door-
Hm.
Hugs help to knock Izuku out. Though it could just be the affection in general.
…
Good to know. Not for any particular reason, but.
....
He leaves after shutting the door behind him and turning on Izuku’s nightlight that he had not stolen from Mic. He didn’t.
Ah, anyways. His bed 'needed' him. It barely saw him most hours at night- his sleeping bag always took that job of being his usual method of sleep.
His bed was probably cold.
…
He doesn’t know why he was thinking about that. Probably to dismiss any thoughts that could possibly make him softer. He wasn’t soft.
….
Whatever. Goodnight.