Another Vigilante Deku story!

Good things come with time

-Short Author's note; Hopefully this is an okay chapter. Enjoy!- 

-Izuku pov(third person)-

Tired eyes slowly opened while his limbs were sprawled out. Purple curly hair was even more of a mess since it had been days since he'd last combed it. Gently leaning into the warm figure beside him. Izuku vaguely remembered what had conspired to lead to him being sprawled out on his couch. Something about being absent-minded which then lead to him wobbling his way home and...

"Holy shit Eraserdad!" He bolted upright waking the dozing figure beside him.

"Yeah, kid?" Eraserhead grumbled. 'Wait no he said to call him Aizawa from now on because...' So Aizawa grumbled, Izuku reminded himself.

"What are you doing in my house? How long have you been sleeping there?" Izuku shot out his questions.

"Firstly you left the back door open, and I've been here for two hours." Aizawa said, sitting up every so slightly.

"Oh. Did I do or say anything dumb while I was..." Fiddling aggressively with his hands, his head turned to stare at his brightly coloured fridge.

"Nothing too bad. Just us both excepting that we really do trust each other. I am still adopting you kid, even if you had admitted to something terrible." Aizawa playfully ruffled Izuku's already messy hair turning it into a bush.

"Hey!" Izuku batted away Aizawa's hand. "It's already difficult enough to comb this you know!" Pouting ever so slightly. "Now what?"

"Well, I take you back to the hospital and wait until your discharged. I will prepare your room back at my place in the meantime. We can come and pick up all of your stuff from here and the rest I'm unsure about..." Aizawa shrugged.

"So I have to go back there?"

"Yes. It's important your stay fit and healthy. Otherwise how else will you keep saving others?" A smirk spread across Aizawa's face.

"Really!"

"Yes, but you can't leave without me or Hizashi. Got it? And no escaping from the hospital in the meantime. Got it, kid?" Aizawa pointed an accusing finger at him.

"Really? You don't trust me?" He returned the smirk.

"Yes, I do trust you but I also don't!"

"I know, I know!" Izuku rolled his eyes, arms crossing themselves over his chest in defiance.

"I'm not watching you get injured to the point of death again kid!" Aizawa kept his finger pointed accusingly at Izuku.

Izuku puffed out his cheeks, arms still crossed. Aizawa rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone to probably text his husband, Izuku presumed.
"Hizashi will be over in a few minutes, if you don't want to answer any of his questions, don't. K?" 

"I will be fine. But wait, if I'm moving in with you who will take care of my cafe? Or my info career while I'm in the hospital?"

"Done and done. I took care of the first and Shinso has taken care of that latter. So there is nothing to worry about kid." Izuku felt reassured by Aizawa's confidence. However, regarding Shinso, he wasn't so reassured about it.

"Shinso is my concern now. What did he do?" Izuku's stress levels rose.

"It can't be that bad, he left a voice message?" Aizawa read Izuku's expression, worry flashed over his usually calm expression. "I'll check it later for you if you're really concerned."

"Thank you." 

"Anytime kid."

They spent another thirty minutes sitting on that same red couch waiting for Hizashi to arrive.