Little All for One

That Brat

It was the next day, and this time Aizawa didn't wake up to y/n in a mini UA uniform. Instead, he had a child with bedhead, who refused to get up no matter how much he tried to convince her to do so. 

"Fine, I guess you can just keep your pajama pants, but you need to change your top at least." Aizawa moved around the practically lifeless body as Y/n continued to sleep. Aizawa changed her shirt and put a hoodie on top before carrying Y/n out to the car. "This is why I don't want children." He grumbled, buckling her in and driving off.  Once they got to the school Y/n would not let go of Aizawa. "For someone so tiny... Your grip is so strong." He struggled.

"Is everything alright Aizawa?" Midoriya asked, walking up to the teacher in the hall. 

"Yes, Midoriya, everything is just fine. Go have lunch." Aizawa grumbled, looking down at the green-haired kid. Once Deku had left the room, there was a small giggle coming from the assumed to be sleeping form. "You little brat," Aizawa said, trying to conceal his smile as he looked down at the girl, "You were awake that entire time, weren't you." 

"Mhm, but it's funny." Y/n began to explain before Nezu came up to Aizawa almost in a rush. 

"We need you in the meeting room, immediately. There's someone here who might know more about Y/n's quirk." With that, Aizawa left Y/n in the classroom with her bento box and some things to color. 

"Who is this person?" Aizawa asked as they rushed through the halls. 

"They say they're her mother..." 

Y/n sat alone and bored as the page became filled with bright colors, and the last grain of rice was gone from her bento box. Getting up from her seat, she decided that she was going to go on an adventure. So Y/n walked out of the room, and began her trek to where? No one knows. As she passed Nezu's office, the alarms began to go off, blaring in her ears. 

"Oww." Y/n cried out holding her ears, the sounds of shoes squeaking, and teens chatting joined the loud noise as people made their way out of the building, except for one person. A man dressed in all black, his light blue hair barely peeking out of his hood. Y/n had retreated into Principal Nezu's office to hopefully escape the sound, not expecting to see someone rummaging through the files in the small mouse's desk. "Hello, Mister," Y/n said from behind the man, causing him to look up, scowling at the familiar face. 

"Get out of my way kid." The man said, walking past her and going towards the stairs, hoping to leave before the alarms are turned off. 

"That was rude," Y/n yelled, sticking her young out before freezing the floor beneath his feet and running away. 

"That Brat!" He yelled, getting up and stomping away, "I'll get you when the times right, let's hope Eraserhead brings you to tomorrow's training." He whispered underneath his breath, slipping into the crowd and slowly making his way out of the school, and onto the street, burner phone in pocket, with all the pictures he need. "Allmight will be taking class 1-A to the USJ for rescue training, there's only supposed to be 2 more pro heroes with him, Thirteen and Eraserhead," Shigiraki smirked, a devious grin spreading across his features. "It's always better to kill 2 birds with 1 stone." 

The teachers began to go back to the meeting room where Y/n's mother was supposedly supposed to have stayed. Instead, they found a note. 

"Look, I don't want anything to do with her. I was forced to give her up after birth, and now is not the best time for her to find me. All I can say is that she has a combination of both mine and her father's quirk. Her father is a horrible man, and if he ever found out I was giving you this information, I would surely be dead. I'm begging you, don't go looking for him, and if you do, don't tell him you found anything out from me. I can tell you about her quirk, but only with a small group, meet me at XXXX XXXXX XXXXXXXXX address if you truly want to know more about her." 

"Shit, we were so close." Aizawa was pissed, information about the girl he's been forced to take care of was sitting right in front of him, but now it's gone. "If she didn't beat around the bush in the first place, we would have everything, and she could go ahead and run far away for all I care." Aizawa continued, his rage only grew until it suddenly changed to worry. "I left Y/n in the classroom." Dashing out of the room, as he rounded the corner he saw Y/n running down the steps. "Y/n!" Aizawa called out, trying to catch up with her, suspecting she was going back to the classroom. "At least I know she's safe." He continued to chase after her, until they landed in front of the classroom doors, scooping her up in his arms, he walked into the classroom filled with blabbering children. "

"You still haven't managed to get her to let go?" Bakugo asked, walking up and slowly peeling her away from the man and carrying her back to his seat. "tch, Feel free to continue." All eyes were on Bakugo for a moment before Aizawa cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. 

"Sensei, before we start, can I say something?" Midoriya raised his hand, standing up and going to the front of the classroom. "I don't think I'm cut out to be class President, I'm stepping down and giving my position. His quick thinking and actions during the falaae alarm shows he's more qualified for this position than I am." 

"Really Midoriya?" Iida stood up, trying to conceal his excitement. 

"That was a waste of time, everyone get out your books and open up to page 213." Aizawa said, monotone, keeping a close eye on Bakugo and Y/n, but it seemed she was enjoying the attention from Bakugo, and he showed no objection to keeping her as he learned, so that's how the class went. 

As the day came to an end, Aizawa was carrying a tired Y/n to the car, contemplating just ordering dinner or making it himself. "Hey, Hizashi." Aizawa said into the phone as he drove towards the house. 

"What's up eye bags?" Mic's loud voice could be heard from the phone. 

"Can you come babysit Y/n, she should be asleep, but I have patrol and I can't afford to leave her completely alone, we don't know if anyone is after her and-"

"There's no need to explain, I'd be honored to take care of 1-A's princess who could even tame the wild pomeranian as your students put it." Hizashi laughed as he recounted the teasing the blonde got from a certain group of teens. 

"Thanks." With that Aizawa hung up, smiling as he looked in the rearview mirror to the sleeping child. 

I'm so sorry, I've been so busy with sports, and I'm only gonna get bussier. I'm just gonna brag and say that I am the 34th best throwing in my state, and that's out of 500 girls. So humble brag from me, and I hope you all enjoyed!