Unlikely Heroes

A day at Yuuei

Aizawa's homeroom class were surprised to find him in their before they arrived, even more surprised to see two little kids dressed up as him, playing at the front with hero dolls. They silently filled in watching the kids in confusion. Where they Aizawa's? though many of them doubted it, Aizawa didn't seem that old. Hitoshi and Izuku glanced up when they saw the class, some of the girls waved at them, they happily waved back. Aizawa glanced at his class, they quickly looked away from the kids, but it was clear they were still the center of attention.

"Sensei, what those kids doing here?" A boy shouted out, Hitoshi and Izuku jumped slightly at the shout, one of the girls in class then hit that boy and scowled him for scaring them. Aizawa thought about, he couldn't well say he was babysitting them, but he knew how to scare them into doing work.

"They'll be analyzing you." He replied.

"How are they meant to do that?" The boy sniggered.

"One of these 4-year-olds can easily tell what your weakness is just by knowing your quirk. He has shown so much promise that principle Nezu is his personal teacher." Aizawa almost smiled smugly at the look of the classes face. He turned to the board and began explaining that lesson, Hitoshi and Izuku decided to do what Aizawa said, Izuku got his notebook out and began making notes of mutant-class quirks they could see, whilst Hitoshi drew them. Seeing that made the class feel quite uncomfortable, but it kept them quiet, which was a nice difference. Once the class had finished and Aizawa was cleaning the board, the two boys held up their work. He glanced at it, before nodding approvingly. The boys happily smiled at him, which just seemed to terrify the class more.

All the classes before lunch ended up being that way, so when it was lunch time, Aizawa sat I the teacher's lounge with the boys as Yamada said he would get them lunch. During their wait, Izuku analyzed the other teachers, he wrote the notes than showed it to them to make sure he got it right. Hitoshi had a lot of fun drawing them, though he did struggle with Ectoplasm. The quiet room would then interrupted by Yamada's laughing.

"What's so funny?" Vlad King asked

"Everyone thinks Izuku-kun and Hitoshi-kun are Aizawa's kids!" He laughed.

"I guess they are for today," Aizawa muttered, which did surprise the teacher, but more so did the boy's reactions.

"Yes!" They cheered happily. Midnight cooed over how cute they were being.

"That's not the end of it, they kept coming up to me saying how Aizawa's boys are just as terrifying as their dad. What did you tell them?" Yamada glanced at Aizawa, Nezu walked in and stood back to listen.

"Just that one of them could tell their weakness just by knowing their quirk," Aizawa replied.

"That's mean." Yamada frowned

"It's true, Midoriya-kun." Aizawa looked over at him. "What's Present Mic and Midnight's weaknesses?"

"Present Mic won't do well in forest cause his voice can't travel underground well and Midnight can't do well with people with helmets of something that can block their face, or in a very windy place!" Izuku smiled happily, Midnight and Present Mic looked at the kid and sighed.

"You're getting better, Midoriya-kun, well done." Nezu smiled, approaching the boys. Izuku got up and held out his notebook.

"I added more heroes and some of Aizawa-sensei's class!" He said proudly. Nezu looked through them and nodded.

"Good work." He said. Izuku grinned happily. He looked at Hitoshi. "I never did learn what you quirk is."

"It's in here!" Izuku opened it to the first page.

"Brainwashing..." Nezu muttered. "That can be very useful in the hero occupation."

"T-thank you." Hitoshi siled slight, he felt so happy that a pro-hero thought that.

"Good luck in everyone's afternoon classes," Nezu said, before heading to his office.

Aizawa was impressed by how prepared his last few classes turned out to be, sure enough, the rumor of Aizawa's boys had gone around everyone. They had all heard of the boy who could their weakness, though it was still unclear to them which one had that ability. It was amusing from Aizawa's point of view to see a lot of teenagers shooting worried glances to two 4-year-olds.  After all the classes had ended, Aizawa was just finishing off some marking as the two boys dozed in a chair.

"When are you going to bring them again?" Ectoplasm asked, Aizawa didn't look up from his work.

"What do you mean?" He said.

"Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say it would be good to see them again." Ectoplasm told him, the teachers nodded.

"Midoriya-kun comes every Friday afternoon so I can help with his quirk development." Nezu joined them. "But, even I noticed how the students seemed more wary of their work than usual. Knowing a child with a quirk like Midoriya's, they want to hide the fact they may have an unknown weakness. I think they should also come again."

"Well, it will have to be when their daycare is closed and when their mothers have no one to look after them," Aizawa replied, putting his finished work away, before looking at the two boys. "I better get them home now."

"I'll help!" Yamada grinned, Aizawa didn't complain, he carried Hitoshi, whilst Yamada carried Izuku. Their mothers were happy to learn they had a great time.

"The rest of the teachers agreed they would have to come again when possible," Yamada told them.

"They have all the staff wrapped around their fingers," Aizawa said simply.

"And the students would appreciate the appearance of Aizawa's boys again," Yamada smirked.

"Aizawa's boys?" Shinso-san repeated. Aizawa bowed his head, trying to fight the urge to punch Yamada.

"Yeah, every student believes the boys are his kids." Yamada grinned.

"You believe that this morning too." Aizawa sighed. The woman chuckled.

"Well, thank you, for looking after them today." Shinso-san smiled. "I better get Hitoshi to bed, goodnight." She carried him next door, Midoriya-san also thanked them, before taking Izuku.

"Have a good night." She smiled, closing the door.

"Aw, you love your boys!" Yamada cooed at Aizawa, who final fulfilled his urge and punched his friend's arm. "Ow, hey, I didn't say it as a bad thing." He muttered, as Aizawa walked ahead. A small smile on his face, Aizawa's boys.