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Aizawa dreaded many things, one of these things was the sound of his doorbell ringing as few times did it bring him any good.
His day had started off normally; or as normally as it could as a pro-hero. He had always taken night shifts and Hizashi wouldn't be home for a couple more hours, he was tired and the day wasn't even that eventful. If push came to shove he'd-..
Then there was that reprehensible door bell. He knew few knew his home address, Hizashi always knocked, and he hadn't ordered take out. He groaned as he approached the door, truly he had no off days with this occupation..
“Heyy Aizawa!!”
Fuck.
“I was just wondering, you know that program for those kids and what not?" Aizawa sighed, he did not have the energy for Fukukado.
“The one for quirkless kids?"
She laughed, god it grated on his ears. A good woman, but seriously a pain in the ass. “No silly, the one for kids who are placed into the system because of villains!!" how was he supposed to know, her vague ass question didn't suggest a lot, there's thousands of programs for kids especially-
“Anyways, I was wondering if you'd wanna sign up! You and Mic are pretty well off, and.."
She kept talking, but Aizawa had tuned out. A kid? Would he be willing to raise one of those, he was considering working at UA but later in his life, he was 20 and married both factors could lead to a child. He wasn't interested in those male pregnancy quirks, but he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of raising a kid, maybe even a couple. Was he ready, was Hizashi ready?-
“Could you sign now, listen I'll let you in on a secret.. I get paid for every signature, hahaha!!”
Ugh.
It's not like he's immediately being given a child, he and Hizashi did talk about having kids though not in detail.. Hizashi was interested.
The dark haired man sighed and grabbed the pencil, glancing over the contract for anything harmful. He didn't see anything of importance and signed, handing it back to Fukuda.
“Great!" she dashed off, leaving a small blonde child in her wake-.. What? Who was this kid, when did he appear, why was he here?!
The kid looked up, looking equally stunned. “S-she said she wouldn't leave so fast.." Was all she had to say, a funny baby accent following her worried words.
Fuuuuuucckkkk.
Did he miss something in the contract, he definitely did. Damn, he felt bad at the idea of returning a kid like a deformed fruit but could he really raise a kid now? Hizashi didn't even know, god he should've waited.
Well, this kid is in his care for now. He could return him in the morning, the contract had mentioned something about calling in if you felt unfit as a guardian so he'd make use of that. Though in the meantime he should say something to this kid.
“I'm Shota Aizawa, come inside.”
He sidestepped, making room for the kid to enter the house. He wasn't sure if he should offer a drink or something, he's had guests before though most were either close friends or older then 7. He took a seat on the sofa and patted it, hoping the blonde would understand.
“So, what's your name?”
“Y-Yume Aoyama, I'm 8 years old, my uhm.. My parents were killed in an attack 4 years ago. I've been in that program since I was 4.. P-Please don't give up on me!”
Damn, heavy from the get go. Hopefully Hizashi wouldn't be opposed to the sudden child, because now he felt extremely guilty at the idea of putting this kid back in that system.
What type of things do you even ask a traumatized 8 year old? Did they have shows he could watch, has he seen Spongebob or something?
“Alright.. So do you have any hobbies, foods you like?”
Yume was looking around the room, the room was big and was connected to a living room, dining room, and kitchen. It was a nice house.
“Yume, did you hear me?"
The blonde snapped her head to face Aizawa.
“S-sorry uhm-... Uhm.. I didn't, what was your question?" her voice shook, she looked too anxious for someone her age. It made Aizawa worry about what he could've possibly experienced. “Is there anything you like to do, any snacks you like?” she said, keeping his voice at a level tone.
The kid seemed to be inspecting Aizawa, looking for a trap in his words and relented when he found none. "I like cheese, and melons. I draw when there isn't anything to do, uhm.. Yeah that's it” Aizawa nodded and grabbed his phone from his pocket.
“I'm gonna call my husband, he's gonna pick up some snacks. Are you okay on your own?” Yume drowned out the rest of his words. ‘Husband?’ she wondered, ‘isn't this a man?’. She nodded in a bit of a daze.
Was Mr. Aizawa not a man? He had a beard, and she swore Ms. Fukuda had used ‘he’ while talking about him, but if he was, why did he have a husband? The supervisors in the program had always said marriage was between a man and a woman and there was no such thing as the opposite. That gender was strictly something you could tell, when Yume asked if she could be a boy one day they wouldn't stop coddling her with feminine things.. Aizawa looked like a man, but..
Ugh, her head hurt, this was too much.
The blonde hopped off the sofa and checked out the rest of the space, though not venturing into hallways or rooms. The kitchen was nice, it looked untouched except for the unfortunate amount of dishes piled up in the sink. The living room had a big tv with a large L sofa tucked in the corner, it felt like it was out of a fancy alien sitcom.
She wasn't that surprised by the luxury, a lot of the houses she stayed in were very pretty. She always tried to be just as pretty as the house to at least look like she fit, but she never could. She got over it quickly, she never stayed for long anyways. Quirkless, unsociable, too much to deal with, too many questions, she couldn't count all the reasons past homes gave her back on her fingers. She hated how this program worked, it felt unreal, she wanted a permanent home.
After a couple more minutes of exploring, she sat back on the sofa, not wanting to appear too curious. She waited for Aizawa to return, and considered if she was laying it on too hard. From experience kids- especially girls, who acted docile and anxious were more liked, but overdoing it annoyed people. It wasn't acting, Yume did feel nervous, terrified even, but she needed to exaggerate it. She didn't want to lie about her experiences, but if to have a home that was better than that crap-hole she had to live in for the past 4 years she'd do anything. She felt too tired for an 8 year old.
Once the newfound father walked back into the room her head snapped up before she could control himself, his footsteps weren't loud, but sounded as if they were purposely making sound to work as an alert he was back.
“Hizashi’s gonna be here in a couple minutes, he was practically finished with his duties anyways. Wanna see the cats?” Yume immediately piped up again, she had seen cats in shows and drawings but none of the houses she'd been in had had one.
“Yes!!"
Aizawa grinned and led her to a room to the right, he slowly opened the door as if it were a portal to another realm. The room was colorful with pale pink wallpaper, multicolored cat toys all over the ground, climbing shelves on the walls, it looked like a purrfect paradise for the fluffy creatures. Aizawa picked up a white cat with three pretty orange stripes on its head.
“This one is Sushi, she's 6 years old” Aizawa said, holding her out to the kid, Yume smiled brightly looking at the cat. After carefully letting her Aizawa let her hold it, Yume felt like she was parenting one of the younger kids again, though she much preferred the cat. As she cradled it the doorbell rang and Aizawa sighed.
“That must be Hizashi.. I'll bring him over, he can be a bit much so you two can meet over here. I'm sure sushi will make the meeting go smoother” Yume nodded along, not paying much attention to his words and focusing on the cat in her arms. After a moment another man with oddly long hair came in, that must be Hizashi.. Aizawa called him his husband, so he must be a man. But what about Aizawa??
“Hello Mr, I'm Yume Aoyama."
The blonde smiled and walked over, “I'm Hizashi Yamada, aka the epic pro-hero Present Mic!! Haha hell yeah!!” Christ in hell he was loud, was the first thing Yuma thought. The man had similar energy as Ms Fukuda, she wondered if they were close.
“That's sushi you have there, heh, she's a funny story. One night Sho over here was walking home, and he found her! He was so scared, he didn't think he could take care of her so our friend Oboro took her in..” For whatever reason he paused after the mention, before immediately piping back up with an even wider grin,"Some stuff happened, and she came back into our care! I guess you two are pretty similar, huh?”
The remark was odd but it made him think, she liked that she was similar to the cat. Maybe she too had people who hurt her, and now she was all grown up and sad. Yume wasn't grown up, she felt like she was though, she felt a lot of things she knew weren't possible or true. Still, maybe this cat also had impossible dreams. Maybe she was also wondering where she'd sleep tonight, or tomorrow, or in a week or month. Yume wondered how similar she was to this cat, or if it even mattered at all.
“She's pretty awesome isn't she, aren't you sweetness” Hizashi's cooing snapped her out of her mind, she was thankful for that, she didn't like being too far in there. Maybe she'd prefer being awake a bit more now, at least for tonight.
“.. Mr Yamada, am I sleeping over?” Play it up Yume, if they like this personality maybe you'll live here for more than a month, Sushi was too good to lose now. The man raised an eyebrow, “Yeah.. We have a guest room, we can work on transforming it. Won't that be fun!” the slight suspicion he had dropped quickly, but Yume caught it. Did he catch on, realize what she was doing? Why decorate a room, that only brings false hope. She knew they'd immediately get rid of her the minute they truly knew her mind, her feelings.. She'd stay strong for Sushi.
“I'll take you, come on” Hizashi got up, slowly exiting the room but looking over his shoulder for Yume. Once she got up and followed, he walked to a spare room with a bed, a shelf, and a drawer. It wasn't as fancy as the other rooms but it was thousands of times better than so many of her old rooms.
“Thank you Mr. Yamada, I'll say thanks to Mrs. Aizawa in a bit-”
Yume swore she heard Hizashi choke, once she did she spun around in shock. “M-Mr. Yamada?!” Hizashi began laughing, almost cackling. At the sound, Aizawa walked by, a little surprised by the scene. A startled Yume trying to figure out what had happened, and a nearly doubled over Hizashi clutching the door for support as he squawked.
“Did something happen?” Aizawa asked, looking between the two. “S-Sho-.. Hahah.. S-she..” he snorted and fell to the ground still clutching his stomach,"She thinks you're a-.. Hahaha.. A girl!”. The two who weren't laughing both became even more puzzled. Yume for the fact that if Hizashi was a man, and Aizawa was a man, why would they be married, and Aizawa for wondering what would have possibly made him pass as a woman.
“.. Really? I'm aware my hair’s long but I didn't think.. I have a stubble?" at the tone of his voice, Hizashi wheezed even harder, failing his attempt of calming down. "W-Well, you said M-Mr. Yamada was your husband.. “
“And?” his tone felt threatening, why did she feel so terrified?! This was unnatural, it was weird! Her and her friends had been in so many bad situations for even thinking of something like this, why the hell weren't they facing anything?!
“It's bad, don't you know that?!” She wasn't even completely sure why it was bad, she didn't care that much but.. She still felt confused, if this was okay.. Would it be okay for her to be a boy?
Aizawa sighed at her response, and Hizashi began to settle his laughter. “What makes it so bad?"
Yume felt stumped, “B-Because men should be with women! Uhm.. Yeah” she never liked lessons like that, she barely paid attention.. She should've, but she also didn't feel that guilty.
“.. Do you really believe that?”
“... No, but.. I have another question”
Aizawa raised and eyebrow, "Go ahead”
“.. If.. If boys can marry boys, could.. Could I become one?”