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Aizawa's legs felt heavy as he dragged himself towards the door. His eyes burned, and he knew better than to rub them at this point. All he wanted to do was peel out of his costume and lay down. He wanted Hizashi to rub his temples for him. He wanted to wake up in the morning and make oatmeal and berries for them in the morning, along with strong coffee. He wanted a shower.
But of course, straining at the door, he could hear the fussy screams. He wilted just a little bit before running his hand through his messy hair and stepping in.
To his credit, Hizashi was doing all he could. He was humming, bouncing the baby. There was a pacifier hooked around his pinky, and it was obvious he had been trying. But the sobbing boy in his arms only scrubbed at his eyes with his fists and continued to cry. He even went so far as pushing at Hizashi's chest, trying to get away from him.
Okay, that was a new one. Usually, he drank up any kind of affection. He was touch starved, as most heroes were. Touch starved as Aizawa and his husband were, if they were being honest with themselves and the world around them. He closed the door behind him, his husband looking apologetic and on his last thread of patience.
“He won't calm down. We rocked, we sang, I made a bottle he won't take, he doesn't want a bath. He doesn't want to be held, he doesn't want his pacifier. I don't know what to do anymore.” Hizashi sighed.
“Hand him over,” Aizawa had his arms open.
“But you just got home, and--.”
“And there's no way that I'm gonna relax with him carrying on that way.” Aizawa cut him off. He made grabby fingers, and the baby was slipped against his chest. He couldn't pretend that some amount of tension didn't ease from him once he was snuggling the baby. He bent his head to nuzzle into fluffy green curls.
“I know, Problem Child. You're upset, and you're tired. We've had a terrible week, haven't we? Surprised you made it all the way to the weekend without banging on our door.”
“I was expecting him.” Hizashi mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I might have had his bottle in the warmer and his pajamas toasting in the dryer.” that was just like the blond. He wondered what more a baby could want in their life other than a care giver to get them all snuggly warm and a nice bottle.
A bottle that, he thought, maybe had a dose of sleeping medicine and some of the meal replacement powder in it. Well, what the baby didn't know wouldn't hurt him. His capture weapon wound around the body clinging to him, a sort of baby sling. It wasn't the first time they'd used it for this. He went to the kitchen, his hand keeping a steady rhythm patting his bottom as he fetched the bottle.
“What was wrong?” Aizawa asked, not really expecting an answer. “You love it when 'Zashi snuggles with you. What was the matter?”
The baby made no reply. He just whined a little, his hand coming to tangle gently in some of Aizawa's hair. Ah, so that was it. He gathered the bottle and a blanket and took them back to the couch. He settled into the corner of it, swinging his legs up. His legs were moved and then settled back into his husband's lap.
“Did you miss me? You see me all week. I would have thought that you'd be tired of me by now. I'm the mean one, aren't I?” he teased gently.
That was their typical dynamic. Aizawa forced bedtimes and routines. He insisted on healthy snacks and rest. He tried to limit TV time. Hizashi, on the other hand, was full of songs and sneaky sugary snacks, would pick up the baby and dance him around the living room whenever the theme song of one the silly kid's shows came on.
Whenever Aizawa sighed and tried to lecture him about spoiling, about boundaries, about discipline, the blond would just give him a heartbroken look. He'd clutch the baby to his chest, the baby whose emerald eyes would be giving their own puppy dog look. He'd insist that this connection was important, too.
The baby just whined a bit until Aizawa laid him back in his arms and slipped the bottle into his mouth. Immediately, his eyes began to close and his whole body relaxed. Midoriya's fingers untangled from his hair and rested instead on his chest.
“I know, I missed you too.” he whispered, catching that hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Just rest now, Izuku. We're here, and you're safe, and you can sleep.”
The bottle was gone quickly, the pacifier slipped into his mouth. Aizawa let his head fall back against the couch. He should get up now, either hand over Izuku to Hizashi to be laid to bed, or take him to bed himself. Even though the rule was supposed to be 'Izuku sleeps in his own bed', more than half the time he'd either end up curled up between the two of them, or on one of their chests.
It was nice though, he thought, to just sit here for a moment, and feel the three of them begin to rewind. They were finally whole and at peace.