Recovery

The Realization

Shinsou had almost forgotten how perceptive his loud dad was. Dabi physically flinched at the man's name, turning back to the three.

"...please don't go spreading that. The old man doesn't need to know how I make my living. Not that he would give a shit anyway." Eraserhead's eyebrow furrowed.

"We won't say anything, but I am curious." Dabi gave a mirthless laugh.

"What- why I'd burn my skin, dye my hair, and become a villain? Because that piece of shit is a chode." Shinsou snorted involuntarily at that, and Present Mic gently cuffed him upside the head, no heat behind the move. Eraserhead nodded, absently rubbing the seam of his capture weapon.

"Fair enough." He looked back to Present Mic and Shinsou who were now gently bickering, fondness in both of their eyes. "Thank you, Dabi. Thank you for my son." Dabi's scarred lips twisted into a pale imitation of a smile.

"Don't thank me. He's a good kid, Aizawa-sensei." He winked, calling Eraserhead by the title he'd probably heard sometime from Todoroki. The he put his hands in his pockets and turned, walking down the alley and into the darkness and leaving the family alone. Eraserhead waited for a while, before turning back to his husband and son.

"Let's go home. I know a certain cat that's missed you." Shinsou's eyes lit up.

"Noodle!" He took a step, before his knee gave out, and fell to the ground, Present Mic stopping his descent by catching him. Eraserhead then stopped to pick him up, bridal style.

"Hey. Easy. You were just kiddnapped. Relax, kitten. We've got you now." Shinsou nodded and leaned against his dads sturdy chest, closing his eyes and relaxing, snores filling the air. Present Mic took out his phone and snapped a picture, much to Eraserhead's dismay. Then the family made their way home, a lone muzzle lying in the alley being the only indication that anyone was ever there.

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Life went back to normal after that.

Sure, Dabi was still a villain, Shigaraki acted like a child, and Kurogiri took the role of a glorified babysitter. Sure, Aizawa and Hizashi prowled the streets like wildcats as hero's. Sure, Shinsou had nightmares from his brief stay, but what was important was that he was recovering. Recovering with his dads.

And if rumor of certain death made by a scarred man who was protective of the purple head went around, no one ever commented.

More importantly, villains didn't take two looks at the boy. No, it seemed that when they were even thought of by the boy, the very next day, they turned themselves in.