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Aizawa leaps roof after roof, panic filling him as he passes by. It was night time, the night air nipping at his cheeks. His breath comes out in small puffs of condensation. He was finishing his papers when he got a distressing call from one of his kids. They were barely coherent, the sound of heavy breathing and loud sobs echoing through the line. When he's asked what happened and if everyone was okay, they replied that Midoriya hadn't been seen since his last patrol. And it's six hours past curfew.
Hence the reason why Aizawa is currently sprinting on roof tops in search of a certain greenette. Yet, it's the sound of flesh hitting flesh that grabs Aizawa's attention, the green sparks illuminating a closed off alleyway confirming his suspicions. Just as he jumps down, landing gracefully on his feet, there's a loud crash.
"Midoriya!" Aizawa shouts, sprinting towards the villain and tackling him down. The villain stops struggling when a quick jab to the side of his neck knocks him out.
The father-figure/teacher spins around when he hears a loud shrill, his eyes widening at the small form of a child.
Izuku, to be exact. The boy is huddled in a ball, crying as he rocks back and forth. A bruise that Aizawa doesn't remember seeing on the boy has blossomed on the boy's cheek and a fiery rage makes his blood boil.
"May I pick you up?" The boy stops crying for a moment, watching the man with suspicion before he nods, his bottom lip trembling. The underground hero kneels down, his knees cracking with effort when he scoops the boy up.
Izuku looks like he's about five and the clothes that are supposed to fit a teenager hang on him like a dress. And no, Aizawa does not coo at the adorable sight.
"Who is that man behind you? Is he a bad guy?" He asks quietly. Aizawa doesn't say anything, just tightens his hold on the boy and runs off.
The cool night wind blows through Izuku's fluffy green curls, the boy's eyes drooping. The heat and comforting scent of the underground hero is pulling him into a slumber, his cheek throbbing.
He doesn't know why though, maybe it's from Kacchan?
Izuku jolts, his eyes splitting open at the terrifying thought of his friend.
Is Kacchan okay?
He hopes so…
"Are you hungry, Midoriya?" The boy in question nods, his mind running a mile a minute.
"C-can I ask how you know my name, Mr. Eraserhead?"
"I don't want to overwhelm you. I'll tell you tomorrow."
"For now, try and rest, kid. You must be tired."
Come to think of it, he is very tired, and with the steady thump of Eraserhead's heartbeat and his comforting scent. It lulls Izuku into a sense of tranquility and his eyes slip close.
The next time he wakes up, two cats are sniffing him, their little chests emitting soft purring that always calms Izuku down. Instead of waking up to his favourite dinners though, he wakes up to the spicy smell coming from the kitchen. When he looks down, he isn't in overly large clothes and instead is in all might pajamas. He gasps. It's so cool! The base colour is blue and has little kapows and mini All Mights littered across the shirt.
Yawning and stretching his little arms and legs, he walks into the kitchen, freezing in place when he sees Present Mic in a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt swaying his hips to a random song.
As if noticing his burning stare, Mic spins around and smiles brightly.
"Hey there, little listener!"
"Uh-" He tries to speak, but nothing comes out.
"Did you have a good sleep?" Mic asks, his voice soft as he kneels down to the boy's height.
Instead of speaking, the boy nods, still star-struck.
"Hizashi, stop scaring the kid."
The blonde pouts, but giggles softly when he gets a soft peck on his cheek.
"So my theory was correct!" He squeals, starting the two pro heroes.
"You and Present Mic are together! Ohmygoshthisissocool!Iwasrighttheentiretime!"
Aizawa smirks at the kids' enthusiasm. "Rightio, kid. Do you like pancakes?"
The boy nods his head, still excitedly mumbling statistics that lead to his theory being right, and it surprises Aizawa that he can even keep up with the greenette's muttering.
Aizawa sits across from Midoriya, watching the kid intently before inhaling.
"Kid, there's something we need to tell you."
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"So, wait… I'm actually a hero in training…? And I've been given a quirk by All Might? And I'm his successor?" He questions, his intelligent brain slowly computing the facts he's been bombarded with.
"And Kacchan is my hero partner?" Present Mic nods, taking a sip from his tea.
"And my mum… She's gone, isn't she?" He asks solemnly, looking down as tears blur his vision.
"I'm sorry kid." Aizawa says, watching the boy cry and feeling his heart crack and shatter to pieces. It always makes his chest hurt whenever he finds one of his children crying, because they're just kids. They're just kids who are still learning.
The man doesn't say anything as both him and Hizashi bring the child in for a hug and Mic shushing his cries gently.
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By now, Izuku's tears have dried though the boy still isn't better. He's staring into nothing though, detaching from reality, something that Aizawa has noticed Izuku does whenever something traumatic happens.
Leaving Hizashi to look after the boy, Aizawa walks off and calls the school.
"Someone is going to have to look after the class. I've found Midoriya, though he's been de-aged from a quirk."
He gives a hum before hanging up.
Aizawa isn't paid enough for this shit