Just a dysfunctional Family

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Shigaraki's POV

It was just a normal day. Toga was throwing knives at the wall, Dabi was buying random stuff using his dad's credit card and Kirogiri was cleaning the bar. We were all just doing our thing when boss called. We all sat down on the old couch and excepted the call, ready to fill out boss's needs.

 "Hello LOV I have a very important job for you."

 "Yes sir, what is the job?" Kirogiri said.

 "Well, I need you to look after someone, my son."

 Kirogiri's POV

Everyone's eyes widened except for me. Sure it would be an inconvenience but I could manage, but the others looked as if they thought the opposite. Dabi had lit his arm on fire, and Toga had dropped her lucky knife, which was odd, to say the least, because she would never let that knife get away from her grasp. Oddly enough, Shigaraki was still staring at the television. I think I saw a small smile on his face.

"I will be sending him now. Good day."

AFO hung up the call and Toga looked as though she were about to pass out. 

 "How the heck does he think we're gonna raise a child!? We don't know anything about kids! And he didn't even tell us how old he is! he could be a thirty-year-old man for all we know!" 

 "Now now Dabi, there's no need to fret. I'm sure we'll all be fine." I responded calmly.

"You don't know that!" Shouted Dabi as Shigaraki still stared at the television and Toga sat down, her eyes wide.

"Why did he do this to us? " muttered Toga quietly,  but loud enough for us to hear her.

Just then I heard a knock on the door. I got up and walked over to the door to answer. When I opened the door I saw no one there, that is until I looked down. 

There was a small child with green hair in a basket, wearing a green onesie. He was covered by a green and black blanket that looked to have words written on it. I picked up the child with the blanket wrapped around him. I looked at the words on the blanket and that's where I found the name...

Izuku.