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Aizawa: This is like, the safest thing how did you turn it into the most chaotic and get yourself in trouble?!

Izuku: Years of practice.

Aizawa: [knocks the door]

Izuku: Who’s there?

Aizawa: No, I’m not doing another knock-knock joke, Izuku.

Izuku: ...No I’m Not Doing Another Knock-Knock Joke, Izuku, who?

Izuku: Quick! I need a place to hide! Aizawa: Where? Izuku: [eyes the Aizawa's sleeping bag] Aizawa: [sighs] Fine, get in.

Izuku, offended and storming out: [To Aizawa] Okay, I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you accuse me of things I clearly did.

Izuku: I want to commit

Uraraka: to a relationship?

Iida: to school?

Todoroki: a crime?

Izuku:*crying* suicide.

Aizawa: Izuku, No.

aizawa: what's the excuse this time?

izuku: well-

aizawa: no, never mind, i don't want to hear it.

Izuku: I'm gay

Aizawa: I think you mean reckless

Izuku: (nods) Gay and reckless

Shota: Izuku's crying, what should I do?

Yagi: Start with a hug.

Shota: With a what?

Aizawa: God, I was so worried! [squeezes Midoriya's shoulders]

Midoriya: Wha-, I was only gone for five minutes!

Aizawa: Checks him over for broken bones that he was playing off as nothing, as usual.]

Rando: What do you see in him?

Izuku, looking over to see them gesturing at Aizawa: Since you seem to need glasses, more than you.

Aizawa: groan where do I put the keys....

Midoriya: my buttpockets

Aizawa: ...

Midoriya: my pants pockets ahem

Aizawa: [wears black]

Izuku: I see you’re breaking out the spring colors.

Izuku: Aizawa and I are having a baby

Eri:Yay!

Izuku: (slams adoption papers on the table): it's you, sign here

Izuku: You know, for once I wanna be screwed by something other than my life…

Aizawa, halfway through taking his clothes off : well do I have an offer for you

Izuku: I'm gonna strangle you!

Aizawa: you're not tall eno- is that a step stool?

Aizawa: we're a team now, ride or die right?

Izuku: yeah I'd totally ride you

Aizawa: what?

Izuku, innocently: what?

yandere aizawa ??

Ohhh say less because now I'm gonna have to say a whole lot more:

It's a well-known fact in their little circle that Shouta has what Hizashi has always kindly referred to as attachment issues.

Nemuri has always just called it "being batshit insane and better at hiding it than most people expect".

Which, while kind of rude, isn't really something Hizashi can argue with.

Either way the point still stands:

Shouta has never, in any real or healthy definition of the term, been good with people.

Mainly, Hizashi and the others had learned pretty early on, because when it comes to personal interactions outside of work and/or other obligations Shouta has only two real speeds.

O% Interest or 1000% Fixation.

It's caused more than a few road bumps over the years to say the least but they had eventually found a rhythm that worked for them.

But it had started like this:

Shouta had kicked Hizashi's ass at the Sports Festival and Hizashi had immediately wanted to be Best Friends(TM) with the surly little emo.

Only Shouta had wanted less than nothing to do with either him, Nemuri, Tensei, or Oboro. Instead, he'd blank stared all of them anytime they tried to speak to him, had almost always seemed to be looking through them instead of at them.

That had only changed when Hizashi, the others at his back and agreeing with him loudly, had punched one of their classmates dead in the mouth for hissing villain at Shouta as they walked by.

After that there'd been a bit of actual life in Shouta's eyes where they all were concerned.

And then, a month and a handful of actual clipped conversations later, Hizashi had shown up to school after a very very bad night.

Shouta had taken one look at the bruises around his mouth and the shake in his hands and gone stone cold in a way none of them had ever seen before.

Two days later Shouta had shown up to class with busted knuckles and something vicious lurking around the corners of his mouth.

Not so coincidentally that afternoon was the last time Hizashi ever saw his father.

The man had sent money to Hizashi's mom every month like clockwork but he'd packed up his stuff, splints on his fingers and eyes wild and bloodshot as he shied away from Hizashi where before he'd never had a problem striking out, and never darkened their doorstep again.

It was only afterward that Hizashi had managed to piece the full story together.

The afternoon before, when Hizashi had stayed back after class to speak with a teacher, Shouta had apparently had questions. Questions that none of them had felt safe comfortable not answering.

Oboro had, apparently, been the one to actually spill the details of Hizashi's home life that they'd all pieced together by then. Nemuri had been the one to give Shouta his home address and Tensei had slid enough money into Shouta's pocket to more than cover the train ride both ways. (money that Shouta would eventually try to repay and Tensei would refuse to accept leading to them spending the next decade sliding the exact amount back and forth between the two of them in increasingly elaborate and ridiculous ways)

Hizashi had been stunned but grateful and more than aware that he, as a hero in training, probably should have had a deeper reaction to the entire thing. All of them should have really but ,,, well.

It had felt too good to be able to sleep again without that sick underlying fear, without that anxious sort of hypervigilance.

Shouta, whatever he had done, had changed Hizashi's life and won all of their undying loyalty in the process.

They'd never spoken of it again, too wary of being found out, but Shouta had hovered after that, more attentive to all of them than he'd ever been before.

And then an upperclassman had been inappropriate to Nemuri in a way that not even she could laugh off or flip around. She'd broken his nose and gotten detention for it of course but Hizashi had been the one to see the look in Shouta's eyes when it all went down.

The kid had dropped out of UA a few days later and all of them had known.

It hadn't stopped there either. All of them had seemingly been taken under Shouta's vicious sort of protection. And as odd a mix as their group was it hadn't taken long for the damages to start adding up.

A broken arm there, a withdrawal form here, people who couldn't look in their direction without turning pale.

Within six months they'd been on track to being one of the smallest classes in UA heroics history, with an unprecedented number of early dropouts and transfers.

They'd all waited, breathlessly, for Shouta to finally be caught, to step over some line that would see him facing consequences.

In the end, he'd just ended up with private classes with Nedzu instead.

Which, in Hizashi's opinion, might have actually just made it all worse.

Because after only a few weeks of those private lessons and Shouta's personality had shifted just a bit. The extreme levels of soulless disinterest and feral intensity that had defined him before had seemingly been tempered a degree or twelve.

Instead, Shouta crafted a reputation in UA of being stoic and cynical with an attention to detail to be envied but overall just another, if odder than normal, heroices student. Eventually, even the instinctual fear that had been beaten into so many of their classmates had faded a few degrees.

People had, in general, simply thought Shouta had finally mellowed out a bit even if he was still standoffish and intimidating.

But Hizashi and the others had known the truth. None of his issues had actually been solved. Instead, Nedzu had just taught Shouta how to effectively mask them until the most advantageous moment.

Life had settled for them though and they'd pressed forward. Shouta's true nature only peeked out from time to time right up until they'd lost Oboro.

That had been ,,, bad.

Hizashi and the others had grieved their friend deeply and bitterly, would always grieve him really, but Shouta ,,,

Shouta had been unhinged.

Damages had gone up again, Hizashi, Nemuri, and Tensei had barely been able to breathe without Shouta's hands on their shoulders or the backs of their necks, his capture scarf, something that he never went anywhere without and none of the teachers saw fit to actually take from him, was almost always wrapped around at least a part of one of them.

Nedzu had, once again, been the one to reign him in when all was said and done.

They'd moved forward eventually but that hole in their group, that gaping chasm where Oboro had always stood had never seemed to fill itself in all the way.

Becoming Pros had made Shouta both better and worse. Better because he now had a sanctioned outlet for his more violent tendencies and worse because it allowed him to withdraw even more form everyone but the handful of people who were very much his.

And in all the time since they graduated and stepped out into the world as proper heroes and then eventually teachers, Hizashi's never seen anyone new break into Shouta's space no matter how hard they tried.

Which is, honestly, kind of hilarious because people try far more often than most would think.

Ms. Joke for one has been particularly persistent no matter how many times Hizashi has warned her off in the past.

Which he's done more times than he can count.

Because as much as he loves Shouta and is settled into the way their friendship works, Hizashi's pretty sure the idea of Shouta in love might be actual nightmare fuel for him.

But Emi, sweet loud Emi, doesn't know how to take good advice when it's been served to her from multiple directions and seems set and determined to harass Shouta at every given opportunity.

One of these days she's going to end up getting exactly what she wants, Shouta's full and undivided attention.

And Hizashi is 10000% sure it's not going to go the way she wants it to. Not by a long shot.

Because if Shouta was going to fixate on her he would have done it by now.

So, with all of that taken into account, Hizashi thinks he can be excused by the way he feels ice trace down his spine the day that Shouta walks into the staff room with an actual smile on his face.

"H-Hey Sho," Hizashi greets, taking a moment to clear his throat to try and erase the unease he knows Shouta will have already picked up on. "Having a good morning?"

"Help me find a new apartment," Shouta basically orders him out of nowhere, like he's not asking Hizashi to do the one thing they've all been trying to do for the better part of a decade now.

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Hizashi can't help but ask, already reaching for his phone with the intent of alerting the group chat Shouta's not a part of. "Finally tired of that dump?"

"No," Shouta tells him blandly, "it's just not suited for two. I'm going to need at least another room for Izuku's home office."

Hizashi abruptly freezes.

"I-Izuku?" Hizashi stutters the unfamiliar name out, eyes wide behind his shades and breath frozen in his lungs.

Because they don't know an Izuku. Hizashi knows they don't. It's not a name he recognizes which means Shouta has met someone new.

Someone new that Shouta is willing to not only make changes for but to share space with as well.

Hizashi, who had once watched Shouta calmly dislocate someone's shoulder just for crowding him at a bar, finds himself speechless at the very idea.

"We're in a relationship," Shouta tells him nonchalantly. "His apartment is a dump and mine's too small. This is the logical choice."

Hizashi practically rips his phone out of this pants pockets and frantically thumbs open the chat. There's no way in any of the hells is he having this, more than likely, nightmare of a conversation without all the backup he can muster.

~~~

Shouta has always known that he's ,,, off somehow.

At least by other people's standards that is.

His parents had let onto that fact when he was young.

He'd been an odd kid, stoic by nature with a quirk that alienated him from basically everyone above, below, and actually in his age group.

But that had never been the real problem.

No, the real issues had always been Shouta's temper and his tendency to fixate.

He didn't like being bothered, didn't like other kids, didn't like anything he considered his to be touched by anyone else. And, to make matters worse, no matter how many conversations or detentions it earned him Shouta also had no compunctions about lashing out whenever anyone crossed one of his boundaries.

By the time he was nine years old Shouta had been aware of the fact that his parents were uncomfortable around him.

His mother had caught him with the cat he'd smuggled into his bedroom and once she'd seen that he was feeding and caring for it just like the internet told him to she had broken down crying.

Shouta hadn't understood why until much later.

He'd overheard her whispering frantically to his father about how she's been sure he couldn't be trusted around anything as fragile and helpless as an actual kitten. Had heard the way they mumbled about warning signs and red flags.

Not all of it had made sense but Shouta had slinked back to his room and his new cat with the soul-deep understanding that both of his parents were afraid of him.

That cat had gone with Shouta everywhere after that right up until one of the upperclassmen from school had thought it would be an easy target when he'd caught Shouta out and about by himself.

The vet visit had been tense.

Shouta's retaliation had been brutal.

in the end, Shouta had been forced to move schools afterward despite the lack of evidence needed to put black marks on his file but his cat had eventually been fine and the upperclassman was slated to regain full use of his hand in the next few months if the proper quirks were applied.

So lesson learned and no real harm done in Shouta's opinion.

By the time Shouta had settled on heroics as his chosen life path both of his parents had been in tears, relief practically rolling off of them in waves.

When he'd gotten his enrollment to UA settled they'd pressed a shiny new apartment key into one of his hands, a bundle of banking details into the other, and quietly asked him to never contact them again.

Shouta hadn't bothered to argue.

He'd simply packed his few things, gathered the multiple bags of cat supplies, hooked Gutter to her leash and walked out.

Settling into UA had taken time, clawing his way into the heroics course had taken longer, but Shouta had done it.

And then he'd found his life infected with people.

Shouta had never cared much for people on a personal level.

They were loud, messy, and generally not worth his attention as a rule.

But Hizashi and the other idiots had eventually worn him down and they had rather firmly become his.

His to keep and watch over and protect in a way that no one else in his life every has been before.

Losing Oboro had been like having a piece of himself ripped away and all of the careful masks and lessons Nedzu had given him had been set to come tumbling down.

It had taken years to undo some of that damage and even now Oboro's loss still presses on Shouta just like it does the others.

Shouta had never imagined finding someone new he'd feel that kind of possession over. And the very idea of finding anyone he'd want romantically as well had always seemed ridiculous.

Sex wasn't a mystery to Shouta of course. He'd done his share of experimenting though it had been more clinical than Hizashi's wild abandon, Tensei's hidden romanticism, or Nemuri's everything. It had, in Shouta's opinion, only been logical to explore and discover his own wants/needs/desires.

Still there had always been something missing, no one he'd ever been with lasting for more than a single encounter for one reason or another.

So running into someone who made every single part of Shouta perk up all at once had come as quite a shock.

it had been pure chance (fate some darkly giddy part of Shouta almost seems to purr) that they'd met.

Shouta had turned a corner at just the right time and his new obsession had walked right into his arms in a flurry of spilled coffee and flying papers.

Normally Shouta would have already been tamping down some degree of rage but this time ,,,

This time he'd looked down into wide green eyes shinning up at him from behind thick black glasses and he'd been gone.

"Oh gods," Shouta's future husband had said, voice sweet and soft with red already flushing his cheeks, "I am so sorry, Eraserhead."

Shouta had gone still.

"You know me?" He hadn't been able to help asking. He was Underground for a reason and there were plenty of other pro heroes and police who couldn't recognize him on sight unless they'd worked together previously.

And Shouta knows he's never worked with whoever this is.

He would have remembered.

"Y-Yeah," the slightly stuttered answer had been beyond charming and Shouta was already imagining a thousand and one ways he could hear that stutter again in more private settings. "Y-You're my favorite hero."

See, that dark voice had whispered in Shouta's ear again, he's already yours.

"Hmm," Shouta had hummed, all of Nedzu's training scurrying to the forefront of his mind. Careful, careful, his old sensei's voice hums in his ear, you don't want to startle your prey. "Not many people know Underground heroes, especially not me."

"I-I," that stutter had been back along with a fresh wave of red across those cheeks, "I'm a-an analyst so I-I read a lot of your case files."

Shouta had been sure that, given the way those green eyes had darted away from him for a split second, that wasn't the full story.

Not that it really mattered.

Shouta would know everything he needed to know soon.

One way or another.

"What's your name?" Shouta had asked, kneeling down abruptly to help gather up the files spread around them.

"A-Ah, Midoriya," he'd answered with an awkward half-bow from where he was kneeling in front of Shouta, "Midoriya I-Izuku."

Izuku, Shouta had turned the name over in his head absently, more than a bit enchanted with the sight of Izuku on his knees. Aizawa Izuku.

It sounded right.

"Aizawa Shouta," Shouta had offered easily, something like a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. "You can call me Shouta."

The flush that had deepened across Izuku's face had looked delicious. It had taken all of Shouta's self-control not to lean forward and take a bite.

Soon though, he reassured himself, that would come soon enough.

Izuku's light yelp and frantic scrambling had drawn him back to the present then.

"I'm so sorry but I have to go!" Izuku had scooped the rest of his files up rapidly and scrambled to his feet. "I'll be fired if I'm late again."

Shouta's eyes had abruptly narrowed.

"I'll walk you," he'd offered. "They won't reprimand you if I take responsibility."

Shouta would make sure of it.

"I don't want to cause trouble," Izuku had protested.

"No trouble," Shouta had reassured him, already stepping up to Izuku's side.

The walk to the police station was pleasant, even with the way that Izuku was so obviously stumbling over his nerves the entire time and chattering rapidly to fill the silence.

Shouta found it charming.

He couldn't wait to hear it over breakfast or before bed.

They'd parted ways at the front desk, Shouta aware of all the surprised eyes trained on him as Izuku waved, bowed again, and then took off down the dark hallways that lead to the analysis and records departments, both places that Shouta rarely had cause to venture down to.

That had, of course, just rather abruptly changed.

Once Izuku had finally left his sight Shouta had turned towards the officer on desk duty. The woman had paled a few shades under his gaze.

"Midoriya," Shouta had wasted no time saying, "was with me. Make sure he doesn't get in trouble for being late."

He'd turned on his heel and strode back out, mind already clicking through plans, without bothering to wait for a reply.

He had a few things he needed to take care of before he could bring Izuku into his rightful place in Shouta's life.

First off is getting a better apartment than the one-room closet he's lived in since high school.

Hizashi and his other idiots would probably be delighted to help him find a nicer place. He's pretty sure that group chat he's not supposed to know about will be blowing up soon enough.

Either way he'll be able to get on with doing more important things all the sooner if they help him.

Like finding out any and everything he can about Izuku.

i am Fascinated by what hizashi and the others think they're gonna do about aizawa's new Obsession.

Hizashi tosses back a shot without flinching and immediately shoves his glass in Nemuri's direction for a refill.

Beside him Tensei's abanoned decorum alltogether and has taken to sipping directly from his personal bottle of whiskey.

Nemuri, glasses on and hair up in a messy topknot, hadn't bothered to do anything but flick the lid off of her bottle since the beginning.

After a moments debate Hizashi tosses his own shot glass aside as well, uncaring of where it lands, and reaches for a bottle of his own.

For long moments the three of them sit there in silent, booze soaked shared misery.

Their hangovers are sure to be the things of legend but Hizashi's more than aware of the fact that none of them care.

What's the worst hangover in history when compared to the horror that is the thought of Shouta apparently having romantic designs on someone?

If given the choice between the two Hizashi knows which one he'd pick any day.

"So," Nemuri finally breaks the silence.

"So," Tensei mutters miserably. Hizashi can already tell they'll have to keep an eye on him. Last thing Tensei or his agency needs is a repeat of the Shochu Incident.

Plus Hizashi could do without seeing his bare ass again anytime soon. Especially considering how hard it is to catch Tensei without Shouta around.

"So," Hizashi echoes, hand death gripping the neck of his whiskey bottle.

"S-Shouta's in love," Nemuri manages to get out before she breaks down into laughter that's absolutely flirting with the true meaning of hysterical.

There's a moment's pause and then Hizashi and Tensei rather abruptly join her, their unhinged and slightly desperate laughter filling Nemuri's penthouse apartment.

It's been over 8 hours since this particular bombshell was dropped on their laps and Hizashi more than admits it still seems unreal to even consider.

"Someone's going to die," Hizashi finally wheezes out. Because at this point it's either state the obvious or break down crying.

"Please, it's Shouta," Nemuri protests once she's able to speak again.

"So a lot of people are probably going to die," Tensei offers from where he's slid down to sprawl out on the floor.

"Exactly," Nemuri agrees.

There's another moment of quiet as they each spend some quality time with their bottles.

"Should we do something?" Hizashi brings himself to ask the question that's been ping-ponging around inside his head all day.

"Don't think there's anything we can do," Nemuri answers, voice somber and face serious for once.

"It's Shouta," Tensei echoes her earlier sentiment.

Because that really is all any of them need to say.

"Still," Hizashi can't help but push a bit. It's who he is as a person and a hero after all. "I love Shouta as much as you two do but we're Pros now. We could step in before it goes off the rails."

"Like what?" Tensei asks. "Find out who exactly this Izuku is, warn him that Shouta's a little on the obsessive side, and then offer to smuggle him out of the country with a small bank account and new identity before we bunker down to hope and pray that being his friends will spare us the full range of Shouta's wrath when he inevitably finds out what we've done?"

Tensei has, Hizashi realizes, also put a little bit of thought into this situation as well.

"The only one of us or anyone we know who could step in without it turning into a massacre of some kind is Nedzu," Nemuri points out. "And we all know whose side he's probably already on in this case."

Hizashi raises his bottle in her direction as a toast, Tensei mirroring him from his place on the floor.

Because yeah, they do know.

Nedzu is fond of Shouta in a way Hizashi's never seen their sadistic boss be fond of any other human being, has been since all those private lessons when they were students.

They are all three very much aware that, in Nedzu's eyes, what affection he has for them likely stems from the fact that he considers the three of them to be some strange mix between Shouta's territory and Shouta's pets.

Hizashi's also pretty sure that the only reason why Tensei isn't also somehow a teacher at UA by now is because he's much more useful positioned as he is at his family's agency.

Which, if it keeps him out of Nedzu's more nefarious plots and out of Shouta's direct line of fire, Hizashi's more than willing to wear a metaphorical collar or two.

Tensei and Nemuri, Hizashi knows, both feel the same way.

Besides, if they did manage to somehow get Izuku out of the country Nedzu would absolutely find a way to bring him back because he's sure to find all of this to be absolutely delightful. Plus it'd be just like him to choose to indulge Shouta in this way.

"Guess we really are fucked huh?" Hizashi asks.

"Hmm," Nemuri hums, "thoroughly, darling."

"Who knows," Tensei chimes in then, "maybe this Izuku will be good for Shouta or something. Maybe he'll calm down some more?"

A pause.

The three of them break back out into matching hysterical laughter.

"To Izuku," Hizashi finally manages to rasp, lifting his bottle in the air. "May the gods have mercy on your soul and may this all end with minimum casualties."

"Here here," Nemuri and Tensei both echo.

This is, Hizashi thinks as he takes a deep deep drink, going to be an absolute disaster.

- Do you think I should get these stretch marks removed?

- Your body is your business. But if you want my opinion, you're perfect. It also fills me with love and gratitude, because it is a reminder of our daughter.

- Is the daughter herself not enough? >///< Thank you!! <3

((Yes, it's a headcanon that after giving birth, Izuku has stretch marks on her stomach, chest and thighs))

Shota retired and opened his own store and became a florist! And Izuku covered the scars on his arms with tattoos, in which he made sure to depict all the users of One For All.

((That year on Ao3 there was a week dedicated to Aideku. At that time, I drew art for every day that was there, but I posted it on another social media. I won’t post everything here and in no order, but I’ll pay tribute, lol))