Upon arriving at the hideout of the League of Villains, the trio steps inside to find chaos unfolding within its walls.
Hato, placed amidst a sea of toys on a playmat, is in the throes of a full-blown tantrum. His wails pierce the tense air as he hurls toys in every direction, his frustration tangible. Before the toys can scatter too far, Kurogiri's portals whisk them away, depositing them neatly back into their basket, a small mercy amidst the turmoil.
Toga, Twice, and Spinner are at their wits' end, making valiant attempts to soothe the distraught child. Each toy they offer is met with rejection, slapped away by tiny, determined hands.
Shigaraki stands to the side, a figure of growing irritation, massaging his temples as the beginnings of a migraine take hold. The cacophony of cries does nothing to ease his discomfort.
In a moment of desperation, Shigaraki's patience snaps. "Can someone please make this brat quiet!" he shouts, his voice rising over Hato's cries, which only serve to intensify the child's distress, sending him into an even louder fit of tears.
Exhausted, Shigaraki lets out a heavy sigh, resting his forehead against the cool surface of the counter. Without missing a beat, Kurogiri materializes beside him, offering a small reprieve in the form of painkillers.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at my son!" Hawks interjects sharply, striding forward to scoop Hato into his arms. The instant he's held, Hato's tears cease, much to the collective relief of everyone present.
However, the peace is short-lived. As Hato's tear-streaked face lifts to see his mother, not his father, cradling him, his brief pause gives way to a renewed outburst of cries.
A chorus of weary groans fills the room as the cycle begins anew.
Beside Shigaraki, Natsuo settles down, offering a comforting presence to his visibly strained partner.
Touya, meanwhile, watches the scene unfold with a mix of astonishment and confusion. "Keigo has a son?" The thought ricochets through his mind, weaving threads of disbelief.
"Yeah, our son, genius," Touya chides him, a scowl directed at his younger, disoriented self on screen.
"Mind your language!" Rei's scolds him, her gaze sharp.
"Uh, sorry, I'm just... Why am I here again?" Touya's confusion prompts a pivot of attention towards him.
"Who's that?" Shigaraki questions, his brow furrowing as he seeks clarity from his boyfriend.
"That's Dabi, hit by a youth-reversing quirk," Natsuo clarifies, trying to piece the situation together for everyone.
Toga and Twice's reactions are immediate; their eyes go wide with a mix of shock and fascination.
"Incredible!" Toga can't help but exclaim, her voice tinged with excitement.
"No, far from it," Shigaraki counters, his frustration evident. "How is he supposed to be of any use to us now?"
Hawks merely rolls his eyes at the complaint, his frustration veiled behind a veneer of calm. "It's temporary, so don't get your bandages in a twist," he retorts, then gestures for Touya to come closer.
With a hesitant step, Touya moves towards the unfolding drama.
Hawks, amidst the chaos, extends the wailing child towards Touya. "Here, take him."
Confused and hesitant, Touya balks, "Why me?"
"Just do it!" The room's collective voice surges towards him, startling him into action. Reluctantly, he accepts the child into his arms.
To everyone's surprise, Hato's cries dwindle into quiet sniffles.
"Now, gently use your quirk to give him a bit of warmth," Hawks urges, his tone a blend of command and reassurance.
Touya's eyes widen, fear lacing his words. "Are you out of your mind? I could hurt him!"
Hawks meets his gaze, steady and unwavering. "You won't. I believe in you."
It's a moment of trust, a bridge spanning the gap between fear and faith.
After a hesitant pause, something shifts in Touya. He exhales, a silent agreement to trust, and cautiously channels a gentle warmth to the infant cradled against him.
Hato's reaction is immediate; a contented coo escapes him as he nestles closer to the familiar, comforting heat of his father.
In that instant, the room falls into a hushed awe, witnessing a tender connection that transcends time and circumstance.
"Awe, adorable!" Many coo.
As Hato drifts into a peaceful slumber in Touya's arms, Hawks gently retrieves him, laying him down in his crib with a tenderness that fills the room with a palpable sense of calm.
A collective exhale washes over the group, a shared release of tension as they watch the infant nestle comfortably into his bed.
Touya lingers a moment longer, his gaze fixed on the sleeping child. An unfamiliar surge of protectiveness wells up within him, a profound connection to the tiny, peaceful figure before him. With this newfound feeling cloaking his thoughts, he turns to face the others, a hint of wonder threading through his voice.
"How did you know that would work?" he inquires, genuinely puzzled yet intrigued by the efficacy of the simple act he'd just been part of.
"Because that's always been the way you soothe him," Hawks explains with himself on screen, his gaze fixed on Touya, soft and filled with adoration, as if seeing him in a new light.
Touya, moved by the affection in Hawks' eyes, leans in and plants a tender kiss atop Hawks' head, sealing the moment with a gesture of love and gratitude.
Touya's confusion only deepens at the exchange, leaving him further entangled in a web of questions.
"Don't fret over it now, kid," Twice offers, his voice laced with reassurance. Toga echoes the sentiment with a nod, their agreement a silent pact to ease Touya's bewilderment for the moment.
Touya offers a nod of understanding, albeit still clouded with questions, before he and Natsuo take their leave.
By the grace of the next dawn, a wave of relief washes over everyone affected by the quirk as they awaken to find themselves restored to their true ages, the anomaly of yesterday now just a memory.
"Wow, that was quite the experience!" Kaminari exclaims, his voice tinged with awe and disbelief.
His sentiment resonates broadly, earning nods and murmurs of agreement from those around him. As the screen flickers to life with the introduction of the next scene, a palpable wave of excitement sweeps through the room, prompting everyone to lean in, anticipation shining in their eyes, eager to see what unfolds next.
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Class 1-A And LOV watch their future
FanfictionExactly what the title says, Class 1-A and the League of Villains watch their future, with a few future children as well. I suck at descriptions, sorry (This was inspired by a fanfic on AO3 called "Reacting and meeting some future children and cha...