A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 49

Shouta knew something was wrong as soon as his husband walked through the door. He stood up from where he had been reading through paperwork on the couch, intending to help carry boxes in from the car. But once the green problem child was through the door and kicking his shoes off Hizashi was nudging the door closed and shaking his head with a frown. This of course caused the dark haired man to frown as well.

But after a short look from the man he was sworn to he kept his mouth shut and sat back down, rereading the last paragraph of the report he was working through to make sure he knew what had happened. Lucky for him he was patient and could wait for an explanation as to what had gone down while the two more bubbly personalities of the apartment were away.

About five minutes later he was rewarded with a lap full of lanky blonde. He gently ran a hand through his husband's slightly sweaty locks as he waited to see what would be said. When he finally found the words Hizashi whispered them, obviously trying to keep Midoriya from overhearing if the boy had his aids turned up. "They destroyed all of his stuff Sho. The baby barely found anything worth keeping."

The underground hero frowned, catching a concerning detail amongst the other concerning details. "They?" He rumbled quietly. A nod against his chest. "Yeah. Apparently Bakugo helped Inko move and took his anger out on… well everything in Izuku's room. I'm surprised the whole room didn't catch fire if I'm honest."

Aizawa took a deep calming breath. "Ok. Is it worth it to get the police involved? If not, what can we replace?" His partner sat up with a frustrated groan, switching to sign so he wouldn't lose control of his quirk and alert their ward to the discussion. "That's just it! I told him to make a list of all of the tools that were beyond saving and the kid freaked out on me! He doesn't want us to spend the money! I don't wanna know how he would react to us sueing either of them..."

"Zashi, the kid has been practically taking care of himself for years on what I would guess was a very strict budget. I'm sure money is a touchy subject for him. We will just have to think up a way to get him some things without upsetting him too badly. Maybe text Hatsume-san and see if she has any ideas?" He watched as his dumb, lovely, big mouth took a deep calming breath before nidding and pulling out his phone, sliding to sit on the couch properly so Shouta could get back to his work.

With a gentle bump of his shoulder to remind the blonde that he was there for him he dove back into his investigation of a drug ring. They would figure out how to help Izuku, things would pan out eventually.

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Hitoshi knocked on the door to Izuku's room, intending to offer his help unpacking. After about a minute of hearing his friend moving around with no signs of him coming to the door he frowned. He knocked again and continued his wait, before realizing Izuku might not be able to hear him if he had taken out his hearing aids. With an exasperated huff aimed at himself he stomped his foot a couple of times on the wooden flooring, sending some vibrations into the room that he hoped his friend could feel.

After a pause he heard footsteps approaching the door. It swung open to show his favorite green imp with a small arm load of tools. "Hi Toshi. Sorry i took out my aids so they could charge."

"It's ok Izuku. I just came to see if you needed help getting unpacked?" His friends suddenly looked sheepish and Hitoshi felt a bit of a sink in his gut. "Ah. Well. I don't actually have much left to unpack?"

Purple hair shifted into his eyes a bit when he tilted his head in confusion. "You just got back right? There's no way you unpacked all of those tools I saw at your mom's that quickly." Izuku wasn't meeting his eyes. "Yeah I… I didn't really bring all of them with me."