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The one time Eraser lets someone else babysit Eri.
The one time he lets her out of his sight.
Hawks's grubby hands taking his daughter, probably to the Todoroki's place. It's no secret how close he and Endeavor are.
Aizawa will give Todoroki some points. When Eri did show up at his house, he immediately called Eraserhead to confirm he was allowed around her.
"And you're absolutely sure about this—"
"Yes, Todoroki. You raised four kids, you'll be okay."
"Have you seen my kids!?"
"Goodbye, Todoroki."
Honestly? He had taken the anxiety as a good sign. Endeavor would treat her like the fragile girl she is. Now, he only has Hawks to worry about.
Yamada keeps reassuring him that things will be fine, but he has a sick feeling in his gut.
"Really, what's the worst that could happen?"
Aizawa blames him for the call he gets not even ten minutes later.
"Heeyyy, Eraser. How's your day goin'?" Hawks asks.
How he manages to be a spy and be so terrible at lying is beyond him.
"What did you do?" Aizawa asks, although it sounds more like a threat.
"Weeelll..Eri, you know Eri—"
"Where is my daughter, Hawks!?"
"She sneezed."
Aizawa stops. "What?"
"You might wanna get over here."
Aizawa blinks. Rubs his eyes. Blinks some more. The image in front of him doesn't change.
There's still a blue-eyed baby in Hawks's arms. The baby is incredibly big and chunky, it's almost comical comparing him to Hawks. Interestingly, the baby's hair is pitch black.
If he didn't know this was Endeavor, he would never guess it.
Best Jeanist, for some reason, stands at Hawks's side. He's cooing at the baby, but is also poised to catch him if Hawks's arms were to give out.
Eri is still sniffling, curled in Yamada's arms. It took the better part of an hour to reassure her that no one was upset, and she wasn't in trouble.
Apparently, she and Todorki were baking. She sneezed while she was in his arms, and lost control for a moment. That single moment reversed him more than forty years.
The Todoroki kids are taking the news much worse than the pros. Well, one of them is.
"What are we even supposed to do with him?" Natsuo asks.
"Take care of him, duh!" Fuyumi says.
"Do we know how long he'll be like this?" Jeanist asks.
Yamada makes a so-so gesture. "It tends to be different depending on the person and the strength of the blast."
"If all goes well, he should return to normal in a few days. If not, then we have other things we can try," Aizawa says.
Eri sniffles again. "I'm really sorry.."
"Don't be sorry, Eri. No one's mad at you," Shouto says, patting her head.
"Besides, he's really cute," Fuyumi says, pinching on of Endeavor's chubby cheeks.
"Babies aren't cute when you deliver them every other day," Natsuo says.
Fuyumi rolls her eyes and takes Todoroki from Hawks. She coos and rocks him slowly.
"Stop being a hater, Natsu. He's adorable."
As if to prove her point, Todoroki giggles and flaps his arms, making little noises. Hawks, Jeanist, and Yamada all 'aww' at the baby. Aizawa barely stops himself from rolling his eyes.
"He is kind of cute," Shouto says.
"See? Even Sho agrees!"
"In any case, you should call us if you have any problems. Eri's quirk can be very dangerous," Aizawa says.
Jeanist nods. "You'll be kept in the loop."
Aizawa nods. Yamada collects Eri's bag, and they take their leave. This means the Todoroki clan—plus Hawks and Jeanist—are left with a baby Endeavor.
As if just realizing his predicament, he starts crying. Very loudly.
"Oh, baby, don't cry," Hawks says.
"Oh yeah, you might wanna invest in some baby stuff," Natsuo says.
"We'll have to go shopping today," Fuyumi says absentmindedly, trying to calm the child in her arms.
Only, he doesn't calm down. In fact, he screams louder, and louder. He's got a pair of lungs on him, which..checks out, actually.
Fuyumi bounces him, still shushing.
The screaming turns into wailing, which grates on all their ears.
"Can you shut him up already?" Natsuo says.
"I do not like loud noises," Shouto says.
Jeanist opens his mouth, perhaps to say another proverb about jeans, but he's cut off when the baby in Fuyumi's arms bursts into flames.
Fuyumi shrieks and drops him. Shouto shoots out to catch him, coating his arms in ice. Enji wails louder, his fire shifting and changing through a rainbow of colors.
He's melting Shouto's ice fast, but thankfully, he can generate it faster.
"What do I do!?"
"R-Rock him!" Fuyumi says, trying to stay calm, "Comfort him, just breathe."
Shouto awkwardly rocks Endeavor. Fuyumi leans in slightly to shush him and hum a tune. Everyone else stands a safe distance away, especially those with flammable parts.
It feels like an eternity before the wailing tapers off. With it, so do the flames. Finally, Endeavor curls closer to Shouto and promptly falls asleep.
They all stand there, silently, for a minute.
"..I-uh..I think he got his quirk early.." Hawks says.
Natsuo looks up in despair at the scorched ceiling. Everyone else pales in pure fear of what's to come.
"I fucking hate this house," Natsuo says.