Pack Means Family

The Pups First Coddling

Neither adult said anything as they made their way further into the living room.  Aizawa wandered toward the kitchen to figure out breakfast while Yamada moved to the couch.

It was as the blond was sitting that the boys noticed the piles of bags.

"What's that?" Hitoshi asked, pointing.

"Those are the things we bought for you two," Yamada explained.   "The bags on the left are all supplies to help with your alpha instincts, Hitoshi.    The bags on the right are all things for Izuku's Omega."

The boy just mentioned pointed to the small pile in the middle.  The blond smiled at his son; he was starting to understand Izuku's meek way of communication currently.

"Ah, those are what I call fun shopping," Yamada said, answering the unspoken question.   "That stuff is just because.   So some books and toys and such.   We'll take you out another day and let you pick more."

Both boys stared at him in awe.

"M-more?   But...why?" Hitoshi asked.

Aizawa strolled in with a tray holding four plates.  "You are our kids.   It is our job to make sure you have what you need which includes things like that."

"M-May we open a bag?" Hitoshi asked as Izuku had returned to clinging to his arm.

"Of course," Aizawa smiled.   "Why don't you each pick out a bag for your secondary genders?"

Hitoshi moved toward the pile, Izuku still glued to his side.   He picked a small bag from his "alpha" pile, then moved over and paused.   When Izuku didn't move to choose a bag, Hitoshi chose one for him.   The two boys backed away from the pile and sat down together.   Izuku let Hitoshi open his bag first.   Izuku watched as Hitoshi pulled out a few more of the silicone ring he had tucked into the pocket of his hospital shorts.

"Thank you, sir," Hitoshi said, looking up at Aizawa.

The raven haired man smiled.   "Like I said, I know I sometimes have to chew on something and pencils don't taste very good when they break."

"Pens are worse," Yamada snickered.   "Plus you look like a monster when a pen explodes in your mouth."

"Don't remind me," Aizawa groaned, the memory from high school surging into his mind.

Hitoshi studied the men.   "You chewed on pencils and pens?"

Aizawa shot a playful glare at Yamada, but before he could respond, Nemuri entered.

"Pens, pencils, balls of paper, hair clips he stole from me, Yamada's glasses one time," Nemuri rattled off as she sat down, setting down some more bags next to a chair.

"That's what happened to those!" Yamada cried.   "I knew it!"

Aizawa grunted.  "Seriously?  These kids actually thought I was cool."

Izuku giggled softly, hiding his face in his bunny.   Hitoshi smiled.

"Was being the key word," Hitoshi snarked.   

The boy then paled as Izuku stopped giggling.   Green and purple eyes looked up at the adults, fear very clear.   Nemuri began to cackle in laughter to the point where she had to wipe tears from her eyes as Yamada smirked.

"Already has your humor, love," Yamada smiled, then leaned closer to the boys.   "You're allowed to tease him if you want.   I promise it's okay."

The two seemed uncertain and looked at each other before Hitoshi pulled Izuku closer and sighed.