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AllEraserMic *trigger*

This is going to be angsty and very sad. So if you do not want to be sad then do not read since it will be sad for the majority of the story with a semi-sweet ending. *Allmight has asthma in this*

*Trigger warning* Lots of self hate and feelings of worthlessness. So please do not read if you don't think you can handle it or ot will send you into a bad place.*

Also a wee bit of a spolier. So don't read if you haven't seen Season 4 Episode 1 or do just don't say I didn't warn you. Thanks. 

Little: Yagi Toshinori (Allmight)

Little Age: 2

Nicknames: Bunny, Love, Bun-Bun

Caregiver: Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) 

Nicknames: Sho, Sho-Sho

Caregiver: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Nicknames: Yam-Yam, Zashi

[Yagi's POV] 

A loud groan escaped my mouth in frustration. Why did I have to be stuck in this house while everyone else was saving the city? Realistically I knew it was because I needed rest; I hadn't really gotten any since my retirement and my asthma kept getting worse, but they should've known better than to think I would rest. My feet shuffled their way to the kitchen and to the cabinets before picking out my favorite mug; it was a plain white mug that Zashi had painted sunflowers on. I smiled fondly at the mug and set it down on the counter as I got the ingredients to make tea. 

I hummed quietly as I waited for the tea to steep. I looked around wondering what needed to be done; there wasn't much Hizashi and Shouta both made sure of that. I checked the dryer in a feeble attempt to be able to do something. And there it was! The holy grail; a dryer full of forgotten clothes. 

I grabbed the laundry basket off of the washer and pulled the clothes into it. I huffed quietly as I felt my asthma slowly make itself known. I ignored it as best as I could, but by the time I was putting the last shirt into the basket I couldn't hold it back any longer. I started coughing and as I made my way to my tea I was very glad for the cloth in my hand. 

I wiped the blood that had dribbled down my chin and lips before hastily drinking a glass of tea and stopping to fold up the cloth I was using as a handkerchief. 

I froze as tears welled up in my eyes; the 'cloth' wasn't a cloth at all. It was Hizashi's favorite band t-shirt; it had a sword impaling three skulls and above that it had the band's name, Babymetal. 

Hizashi was going to be so upset, he had gotten it when his late best friend Oboro, Shouta, and himself went to the band's concert and now I had ruined it. I let out a small whimper as I looked around trying to find something to fix it. I stared at the washer; that was it! I carefully laid the shirt in the bottom of the washer before pouring salt in it and turning it to cold water and turning it on. 

I folded the rest of the laundry and put it away before checking the shirt and drying it; it looked fine, so I was hopeful that it would turn out okay. 

A quick glance at the clock told me that it was two-thirty in the afternoon and since Shouta didn't have patrols and Hizashi didn't have patrols or his radio station today they would be home shortly. Both of the men disliked eating a heavy lunch, so they would be hungry. 

I hummed wondering what I could make that the three of us could enjoy. Shouta wasn't very picky, but he was usually too busy or tired to make anything to eat. Hizashi on the other hand was extremely picky; he refused to eat anything that was really soggy, salty, or had a lot of squish to it. Of course, that left me being the hardest one to cook for; with my health issues I was unable to eat a majority of food, so I had to stick to bland and simple foods and hope I was able to keep it down.