It had been a week since Souto moved in, and the apartment had yet to see a moment of peace.
At the breakfast table, Aizawa sipped his coffee with the patience of a saint. Shinso, still groggy from sleep, poked at his toast with mild disinterest. And Souto, as per usual, was making a scene.
“What *is* this?” Souto demanded, holding up a spoonful of cereal like it was toxic waste. His crimson eyes narrowed in disgust. “It tastes like cardboard soaked in sadness!”
“It’s cereal,” Shinso replied flatly. “Normal people eat it without whining.”
“Well, normal people have terrible taste,” Souto declared, dramatically dumping his bowl into the sink from across the table. The milk splashed over the counter, earning a long sigh from Aizawa.
“I’m not cleaning that,” Shinso muttered.
“Neither am I,” Aizawa replied, not even looking up from his mug.
“Guess it’ll stay there forever, then!” Souto grinned, crossing his arms.
Aizawa finally set his coffee down, giving the boy a pointed look. “That mess better be gone by the time we leave this table, Souto.”
Souto shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Fine. But only because I’m nice.”
Shinso snorted, earning a glare from Souto. “What are you laughing at, cat boy?”
“You. Being nice.”
Souto growled, baring his fangs. “Keep talking, and I’ll bite you.”
“Alright, enough,” Aizawa said, cutting through the bickering. His voice was calm but carried enough weight to shut them both up. “We need to talk.”
Shinso raised an eyebrow. “That sounds ominous.”
“It’s not for you,” Aizawa replied, turning his attention to Souto. “It’s about him.”
Souto tilted his head. “Me? What’d I do now?”
“Nothing yet,” Aizawa said. “But you’re going to start doing something starting next week. I’m enrolling you in elementary school.”
The table went silent.
Souto stared at him like he’d just suggested jumping into a pit of garlic. “You’re what?”
“You heard me,” Aizawa replied, his tone even. “You’re starting school.”
“School?” Souto’s voice climbed in pitch as he slammed his hands on the table. “With… other kids?!”
“Yes.”
“And teachers?!”
“Yes.”
“And rules?!”
“Definitely yes.”
Souto threw himself back in his chair, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. “You’re trying to kill me, old man!”
Shinso, who was now fully awake, smirked. “Finally, some peace and quiet around here.”
“You shut up!” Souto snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at Shinso. “This is your fault somehow, I just know it!”
“It’s not up for debate,” Aizawa cut in, his voice firm. “You need to learn how to interact with people your age. Besides, it’s better than sitting here trashing cereal and destroying my apartment all day.”
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BNHA | A Bite-Sized Problem
Fanfiction.ᐟ Comic relief / Slice of life. Eraserhead, pro hero and notorious insomniac, adopts an 8-year-old vampire delinquent with an attitude problem? Chaos, that's what. Souto, a loud, abrasive troublemaker with a biting temper (literally), finds himself...
