A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 37

Hizashi and Shouta stood in the kitchen, looking over the counter at the couch where the two boys currently in their care were passed out on the couch in a sea of blankets and empty ice cream containers. A movie played softly in the background, subtitles on for the green one when he had been awake.

The two adults were waiting up for confirmation from Tsukauchi and Nedzu that the investigation they had requested was open. And that Midoriya was officially in their care for the moment until they could figure out what was going on with him. The Voice hero sighed and leaned his forehead tiredly against his husband's shoulder. "What are we going to do, Shou? The poor kid's face when she was going at him…"

The more stoic man shrugged. "We do what we have to Zashi. Just like always. Why don't you go check on the little monsters and then head to bed? We have a lot to do tomorrow after all." The blonde grumbled a bit but complied, too tired to really argue. He walked down the hall to the cat room where Shouta had locked up their swarm of furry disasters when he had texted him the situation earlier. Peering through the glass door he made sure the cats were all happy and bedded down for the night and glanced over the auto feeders and water bowls to make sure everything was full and clean. He then headed on towards the stairs and the nice warm bed that was waiting for him.

Shouta sighed and set about making a fresh pot of coffee. He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, after the confirmation was called in, Nezu would be calling with questions. And then inevitably have little things for the underground hero to look into himself to progress the situation faster. And besides, someone needed to keep an eye on the kids. It had been a rollercoaster of a day after all.

When the text came in thirty minutes later he suppressed a groan at the amount of work that just got placed on his shoulders. With a sigh he set to work. Contingency plan N was a big change after all and they would need all hands on deck to make sure all of their students transitioned easily.

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The smell of coffee and bacon drew Izuku from his slumber. Which made him frown a bit. Not only did he not remember the last time his mom had made breakfast, he knew she hated eating fatty foods in the morning. Green eyes fluttered open in confusion. For a moment he stared around himself, not remembering the strange space he found himself in. A living room. Pale grey walls. Grey and black furniture. Pops of yellow and green tastefully scattered around. And on the other side of the couch he was sprawled across a bundle in a fluffy lavender blanket.

He blinked a few times as the memories for the day before slowly settled back into his addled brain. This was why he didn't sleep. After a few minutes he stretched out a foot to nudge the mass of fluff. "Toshi?" He slurred with a yawn. A familiar pale hand slipped from the confines of the purple cocoon to slap at his leg before retreating back into the warmth it had been hiding in. That made Izuku giggled a bit. He knew Shinso was notoriously difficult to wake once the boy finally fell asleep.

With a yawn he stood to stretch out his aching shoulders and back before deciding to see what was happening in the kitchen. He walked to the partition between the two rooms and peered around it curiously. The smell of bacon becoming ever more enticing the longer he was awake.

As he peeked in he found a sight so domestic he just had to smile. Aizawa sensei was passed out at the table, loose papers, a laptop, and a couple of mugs scattered around him haphazardly. And beyond him was Yamada, dancing along to something as he scrambled some eggs in a large bowl. After a moment of studying he managed to catch a glimpse of yellow plastic hiding behind hair and he smiled again. He knocked quietly on the wall to announce his presence now that he knew his teacher would be able to hear it… even if Izuku couldn't hear it himself. Oops. He would have to figure out where his own hearing aids had gotten to.