Problem Child | EraserMic and Izuku Midoryia (Dadzawa and DadMic)

New Places

After about 10 minutes in the car with Izuku's face glued to the window they pulled up outside a simple two story house. Outside was decorated with a few flowerbeds blooming with bright colourful flowers. Mic opened my door and picked him up seeing as Izuku was still too weak to walk. He was carried inside and set down on a comfortable sofa. The living room was cozy containing a sofa, two armchairs, a TV and coffee table. There were a few plants and paintings in the walls on shelves. Midoriya saw a few of Mic and Aizawa. There was even a few of when they were in high school with a blue haired boy who he didn't recognise. Izuku hoped these two would be different from his mum, but part of him couldn't trust them, just because they were pros...

"So kid."
Aizawa sat next to Midoriya.
"I can just tell me looking at you, you haven't eaten much."

"My mum would often just forget to feed me and tell me off if I was caught trying to get food"

"Midoriya....then how about I introduce you to my fiancé's wonderful cooking. If you don't like it I'd be shocked."

"That sounds nice."
Izuku placed my bag in the sofa as Aizawa carried him to the kitchen and set him on the counter so he could watch.
Izuku watched excitedly as Mic and Aizawa, well more Mic... cooked up a delicious smelling pasta. Midoriya had had pasta before at the Bakugo's but it had never smelt this good.

"Smells nice, right little listener?"

"H-Huh? Oh. Yeah it smell great..l"

Mic smiled as he dished up three plates.

Aizawa set Izuku at the table.
"Here you go kid, I think you'll enjoy this."

"I hope so."

He looked at the pasta and meatballs in my plate, his mouth watering. Izuku looked at the weird metal things placed next to umm in confusion. He held up one that had a long end and round top. "What's this?"

"That's a spoon...do you not know what utensils are?"

"Ut-whats?"
That was a new word for Midoriya .

"Utensils. That's what people eat with...What do you eat with?"

"Mum just made me eat with hands."

"So you don't know how to use utensils..."

"Nope. Never heard of u-ten-sils until today."

Mic and Aizawa shared a glance.

"Well I guess you can eat with your hand for now..but try not to make a mess...I guess we'll have to teach how to use utensils..."

He started to chow down on the food like there was no tomorrow. Izuku made sure thought to not make any mess in the table. His hands and face however were covered in sauce, making the two adults chuckle.

"What?"

"Nothing kid just let me.."
Aizawa grabbed a tissue and wiped Midoriya's face and hands.
"There, that's much better."

"So, kiddo, liked my food?"

"It was delicious...."

"I'm glad you liked it!"

"Now kiddo I think you need a bath"

"NO!"
Izuku dart if his chair suddenly filled with the energy to run. He dashed into the living room and hid behind a chair.

"Huh?! Kiddo?"

"Little listener?"

They both quickly got up and followed Jim.

"Midoriya, why are you hiding?"

His knees were to his chest and he buried his face in his knees. His hands were protectively over his head. He mumbled quickly and quietly as he hyperventilated.
"I've been good, I promise. I didn't do anything wrong...I'm sorry."