Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 12

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"Shouta-?"

"I'm here, kid."

Aizawa sighed, sinking into the cushions beside Izuku, who has been asleep for about seven hours already; judging from the clock's hands pointing at a solid 12:00 am.

Nemuri and Hizashi left two hours earlier, after they were reassured that Shouta was going to be fine.
Both of them were concerned about him, offering to take care of Izuku themselves so he could rest, but of course, he strongly declined; but thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

Izuku was entrusted to him, and he will be the one to care for him. It's his responsibility, after all.

The kid was almost in this catatonic state, his body almost frozen stiff. It gave a sense of fear in Shouta, Izuku was as cold as a corpse (the idea brought anxiety crashing down on him.). Earlier, he had rushed into the bathroom and filled up a tub with warm water, taking a rag and continuously applying it on Midoriya in five minute intervals.
(He broke out of his casts, the healing magic recovery girl supplied was not even close to fully repairing his arms. But that didn't matter.)

He didn't get any rest; fuzzing over Izuku like.. Like a parent.

He wanted to take a nap badly, eyes drooping down while he constantly used the eye drops he had a large supply on. The accident (Nomu crushing his face against the ground) fucked his eyes up, decreasing the amount of time he could use his quirk and increasing his fucking irritability.
But taking a nap was the least of his worries.

Izuku was more important.

The kid had woken up in a state of confusion, which easily converted to understanding once he remembered what happened earlier.

It was unsettling, the amount of maturity the kid possessed. He deciphered things on his own.

Hell, Shouta even woke up one night seeing him flipping through the pages of a damn dictionary. He looked like he wasn't even reading it, just scanning it as if he was taking pictures of the pages in his brain before moving onto the next sheet. Like a robot.

"Shouta-kun, How is everybody?" The kid munched through a mochi he somehow got ahold of. Right. The kid was probably hungry. He almost smacked himself upside the head for forgetting the fact that Izuku hadn't even eaten anything yet. "They're all fine," he grunted, getting up before feeling pains on his right arm.
Oh yeah. He broke both of his arms.

How the fuck was he going to cook now?

"Both arms broken, right Shouta-kun?" Izuku didn't even look up from the mochi, taking a bite out of it as he thoughtfully hummed.

"Daddy knows how to cook, I think."

...

Is he going to summon a fucking Demon to cook for them?
Shouta let out a strangled sound of protest that went unheard of the moment Izuku stood up, raised his arms, and emitted a glowing aura around him with the feeling of being suffocated creeped into Shouta's system again.

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"I can't believe it. I'm a Demon used for battle; for war. A Demon used to kill and satisfy your bloodlust-" The red haired Demon, Hisashi, angrily shook the pan with the cooking fried rice. "And here I am, being used as a damn caretaker!-"

Izuku beamed brightly, completely unheeding of the amount and strings of curses coming from his.. Demon Father?? As he sat on Aizawa's lap, playing with the long, black locks as Shouta snorted out of amusement of the old man angrily slamming the pan down on the stove.