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𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒔! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘,
𝑨𝑰𝑴 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑶𝑷!
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"FUKUKADO!!"

Shouta yelled down the corridor of their apartment.

After a certain visitor had darted under his arm after opening the door and headed straight to his daughter's room, the underground hero had lost the very thin line of patience he had.

Giggling could be heard from the last door on the right, and the older Aizawa stormed over to the room, swinging the door wide open.

"Geez, Eraser, what's your deal? I just couldn't wait to see Kai, that's all!"

The all-too familiar, smirking hero was sat cross legged on the edge Kaito's bed, while the younger girl huddled herself in the corner, surrounded by a couple hero plushies.

"You can't just waltz into my house like it's nothing, Fukukado." Shouta hissed. Emi shrugged, while Kaito only gave a toothy grin.

"But Shouta, I wanted Mrs Joke to come today!"

The Erasure Hero sighed, pinching his nose. He turned to the older woman.

"Emi..." he began. "I'm asking you nicely. Get out."

The Smile Hero pushed herself off the bed and strided towards Aizawa, halting mere millimetres away from closing the distance between the two.

"I'll get out if you date me." Just announced.

"NO!"

The two females burst into laughter at his reply, poor Shouta at a complete loss. Kaito hopped off the mattress and wrapped her amrs around her father's waist, giggling, "You're so funny when you're with Mrs Joke!"

This only made Shouta cringe as Emi laughed along with his kid.

The little girl climbed up his torso like he was a climbing frame, and slung her arms around his neck.

"Thanks for letting her visit, Shouta. I love you." She mumbled.

A faint smile made it's way onto his face, while Mrs Joke snorted. God, he found it so difficult to get angry when when it came to little Kaito.

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"S-Shouta! It's happening again!!" An eight-year-old Kaito wailed from the living room. Shards of diamond were scattered across the floor, a particularly large one lodged into the TV screen.

Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, spilling out from her mismatched, blue and brown eyes. Suddenly, both irises became blue again as another large shard of diamond shot out from her palm and skidded across the ground.