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Aizawa woke up to the sound of footsteps downstairs.
Steady thumps that turned into only barely softer footsteps as whoever it was seemingly took off his shoes.
Aizawa stood up from his bed slowly, nudging Yamada as he did.
“Someone’s in the house,” he said, signing as he spoke, keeping his voice low. Yamada’s eyes widened. He sat up, slipping his hearing aids in and falling into step behind Aizawa as he pulled a knife out from his drawer, creeping out of their bedroom.
None of the kids seemed awake, thankfully, they didn’t need to see this if Aizawa and Yamada suddenly had to kill an intruder.
The two soundlessly went down the stairs, squinting at the light streaming from the kitchen.
Aizawa exchanged a look with Yamada.
Then slipped into the kitchen, spotting the feet underneath the open door for the fridge. Yamada stepped forward, and quickly slammed his shoulder into the fridge door, knocking whoever it was off balance.
A blur of red shot out from inside, separate from the man that stumbled out hitting the opposite wall.
“What the hell?!” the man yelled, and Aizawa lowered his knife.
“Hawks.”
“Who the hell are you?!” Hawks yelled, sharp feathers still pointed at Aizawa and Yamada.
“Present Mic and Eraserhead,” Yamada said, and Hawks blinked.
“What the hell?” he repeated.
“Why are you in our house?” Aizawa asked.
“Your house? I was told this was a safe house!” Hawks said.
“No, we live here,” Yamada said.
“Midnight said-”
“Dammit, figures she wouldn’t think to mention it to us,” Aizawa said exasperated.
“What?”
“Midnight told you that you can crash here tonight right? Told you where the spare key was and everything?”
“Yeah…” Hawks said.
“We open up our house for a lot of students to stay over when they need to. Whether the power is out at their place or they just need a safe place to spend the night, all our students know that they’re welcome here.”
“Okay?”
“Midnight apparently has opened that invitation up to pro-heroes now too.”
“Just me, right now. She told me I could sleep here. I’ve been flying for the past 36 hours and was about to drop dead.”
“36 hours? Why?” Yamada asked, suddenly much more concerned.
“Hero commission is a bitch,” Hawks said honestly.
“You’re welcome to crash here whenever you need,” Yamada said.
“Wait a sec, Hizashi,” Aizawa interrupted, but Yamada shot him a look.
“I’m sure the kids will be fine with it, and look at him, he’s practically a kid himself,” Yamada said.
“I’m right here you know.”
“Shush, the adults are talking,” Yamada said, and Aizawa sighed, running a hand down his face.
“I guess he can stay.”
“Thank you,” Hawks said.
“Do you need something to eat?” Yamada asked.
“Just something quick, what I really need is sleep,” Hawks said honestly, and Aizawa moved across the kitchen, digging through the cabinets in search of quick and easy food.
“Unfortunately all the spare bedrooms we had are being occupied by our kids. Will you be alright on the sofa?” Yamada asked.
“As long as it’s not an alleyway I’m fine,” Hawks said. Aizawa found what he was looking for, chucking a whole box of protein bars at the younger hero, who caught them and tore into them, shoving one into his mouth.
“Do you need a change of clothes? Some water?” Yamada asked.
“I’m fine in my flight suit, thanks, but some water would be nice,” Hawks said, and they poured him a glass quickly.
“There you go.”
“Thank you,” Hawks said, and the trio drifted into a soft silence. “You ah… you mentioned having kids?” he asked in between bites of his third protein bar.
“All adopted,” Yamada said. “Three boys and one girl. Plus the occasional extra student who stays over.”
“Four kids? How did I not know about this? Do I know any of them?” Hawks asked, peeling the wrapper open on the fourth bar.
“Our little girl is the one who got rescued from Overhaul,” Yamada explained, Aizawa was leaning against the counter, watching the conversation, just about ready to fall asleep standing up. “Our three boys are all in U.A.”
“Bad living situations?” Hawks asked with a wince.
“Something like that,” Aizawa said.
“Well, I’m glad they’re with you now,” Hawks said. “Sorry for intruding, I genuinely thought the house was empty,” he said, and Yamada waved him off.
“It’s an honest mistake. Bathroom is down that hall, first door on the left, Aizawa and I are upstairs, first door on the right, and there should be plenty of blankets in the basket next to the sofa, you don’t need to know anything else.”
“Understood,” Hawks said, lazily saluting.
“Goodnight Hawks,” Yamada said.
“Goodnight. Thanks again,” he called.
Aizawa and Yamada headed up the stairs, slipping back into their bedroom and falling into bed next to each other.
“We have the No. 2 hero in our kitchen,” Yamada said quietly.
“Yup,” Aizawa said.
“He’s staying the night.”
“Yup.”
“What have we gotten ourselves into?”
“Oh no, this one is not a ‘we’ situation,” Aizawa said, and Yamada huffed, hitting Aizawa lightly.
“Come on. We weren’t going to kick him to the curb,” Yamada said, and Aizawa shrugged.
“I might’ve.”
“Well, that’s why I’m your better half,” Yamada said, and Aizawa rolled his eyes, though he could feel a fond smile growing on his face.
“Goodnight Hizashi.”
“Goodnight Shota.”
The next morning when Aizawa pulled himself out of bed, he felt as though he had been hit by a bus. (Which he could actually say. Not many people can, when they say that, but Aizawa knew the dangers of running around at night in all black with no reflective gear).
Aizawa started up the coffee maker, pulling out three cups, and then, after a moment, pulled out a fourth.
“Coffee?” Hawks said, startling Aizawa slightly.
Aizawa nodded.
“Give it another minute.”
“Alright,” Hawks said. A moment of silence. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”
“We won’t again if you keep talking to me.”
“Don’t listen to him, he’s not a morning person,” Hitoshi said, bounding down the stairs.
“I thought Katsuki would be up first?” Aizawa asked, and Hitoshi shrugged.
“He’s helping Eri get ready for school,” he said, and Aizawa hummed. The coffee maker beeped, and Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief, pouring the four mugs of coffee, handing one off to Hitoshi, and one to Hawks.
Yamada slipped down the stairs.
“Good morning!” he called, bright and chipper as always, taking the mug of coffee from Aizawa’s waiting hands.
Next down into the kitchen was Katsuki, who was carrying Eri on his shoulders.
“Why the hell is Hawks in our kitchen?” Katsuki said, and Aizawa sighed, taking a sip of his coffee.
“It’s a long story.”
“How long is he staying?”
“Just til my next patrol,” Hawks piped up.
“When is that?” Katsuki asked.
“You don’t have to interrogate him at 7 o’clock in the morning,” Yamada interrupted, but Hawks waved him off.
“Really it’s fine. My next patrol is at 9, but I need to stop off at my apartment beforehand,” he said, and Katsuki scowled.
“That’s not a lot of time.”
“Katsuki. You cannot fight the No. 2 hero,” Aizawa said, taking another sip of his coffee.
“I’m sorry, what-”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Katsuki said, pulling a variety of ingredients out of the fridge. “He’s too thin.”
“What?” Hawks said again.
“You’re too thin!” Katsuki proclaimed. “Not enough meat on your bones! How do you expect to be able to fly around all day if you’re thin as a rail?”
“I’m on a strict calorie regime to make sure I look best-” Hawks trailed off under the gaze of one Katsuki Bakugou.
“That’s bullshit and whoever put you on a dumbass plan like that needs their brain scrambled. Any dietary restrictions?” Katsuki asked.
“Ah, no?”
“Any strong dislikes? Is there anything you won’t eat?” Katsuki asked.
“No,” Hawks said.
“Good. I’m making breakfast,” Katsuki paused. “And lunch for you.”
“Really you don’t have to, it’s not a big deal-” Hawks started.
“Don’t,” Aizawa said, holding up a hand. “He’s set on it now,” he explained, and Hawks nodded.
“Does he do this with everyone?”
“Only the people he thinks need to eat more.”
“Really, I’m fine, I have a diet that I stick to.”
“A diet that I’m sure isn’t giving you enough calories to handle how much overtime you must have,” Aizawa said.
“Let Katsuki cook for you,” Yamada said placatingly. “He likes to do it and he’s quite good at it.”
“Alright, I guess. I just don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Shut up, Bird Brain,” Katsuki yelled from the kitchen.
Hawks went home with a full stomach and approximately a week’s worth of food, having sworn a blood oath to Katsuki that he will try to maintain a better diet and eat when he’s hungry.