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"Hizashi, he called me dad. Fuck. What the fuck. I'm gonna have a fucking stroke."
Hizashi, (or as they know him; Present Mic) the man on the other side of the phone, blinked dumbly at his half-opened ice-cream container.
Earlier, he had been planning to invite his best friends (Aizawa and Nemuri-San) over, and maybe watch a rerun marathon of The Office with him. But he pushed it aside, taking into consideration on how much pressure rested on both teachers. So he simply slipped on his rainbow pajamas and Tie-Dye shirt before burying himself under the covers.
It was relaxing after four or five episodes in- until Aizawa called him on the phone, accompanied by panicked breathing and manic excitement which was the equivalent of a madman's laugh.
"A-Aizawa..?? Slow downnnn!" He whined, begrudgingly pausing the show as he listened to the other man basically say some word throw up. "Hizashi, he called me dad." "Who?" "Izuku, you damn cockatoo. Oh my god."
Present Mic's thoughts suddenly clicked into place, dropping his spoon as he let out a loud and giddy, "YEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!," at the top of his lungs. "SOOO," a mischievous smile crawled it's way on Mic's face as he forgot about the rerun altogether.
"YOU'RE GOING TO ADOPT HIM, RIGHT?"
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Aizawa has been thinking about it ever since Hizashi suggested it.
Adopt Izuku Midoriya as his own.
It seems like such a simple matter; although he knows how complicated being a parent could be. There were things to worry about; things to be careful about too.
Raising a child (in his late thirties as well) was going to be hard. What about High school? College? The additional expenses should be covered by his paycheck, but still- It's hard. He knows nothing about taking care of a kid, no idea how it feels like being so involved in someone else's life that you are probably going to influence another human's life choices.
On the other hand, after three months, giving up Izuku after a new Orphanage is constructed seemed.. Wrong.
The thought of one day putting Izuku down on a set of stairs, waving bye at him as he looked at you with big, green, confused eyes as a caretaker slips his hand in theirs and leads them away forever- it's just daunting.
And then there's the council.
A group of corrupted megalomaniacs trying to get their hands on Izuku to be used on their own accord; to be used as a weapon of war.
A sick entertainment that they indulge in. And sweet, innocent little Izuku was going to be turned into their little pawns.
Aizawa pauses, a shockwave rippling through him.
Why.. Why was he helping the child in the first place?
Why was he- an unsympathetic Yuuei teacher who hadn't included raising a child in his "To Do" list- helping an orphan that has nothing to do with him?
Was it because of the guilt?
He was tasked with taking care of Midoriya, to feed him, bathe him, make sure he has a house over his head until the orphanage gets reconstructed. He didn't have to hold his hand every time they walked, didn't have to help the kid slip his pajamas on when his foot gets caught on the end- .. He didn't have to sleep next to him, a hand curled around the kid as he wakes up at twelve in the morning with a fuzzy head; humming a gruff tune of a stupid nursery rhyme to calm Midoriya from the nightmares that evidently haunt and burden the child.
But Aizawa did.
He lightly scolds Izuku when he makes mistakes; not too harshly, of course. He teaches him how to cut carrots into little pieces with a small knife to help him cook, finding himself smile along the giddiness Midoriya displays when he gets something right.
He finds himself hugging the boy when he cries at the hospital bed, heart shattering at the broken cries he releases and releasing one or two tears slipping from his tired eyes as he cries along Izuku.
He finds himself whispering "I'm sorry" again and again, holding the child closer as sobs wracked his small body, apologizing for the childhood that was ripped away from his grasp at such an early age.
He finds himself enjoying the moments where he combs through his hair, frowning and half-heartedly muttering how Izuku should get his hair cut soon.
He finds himself.. Caring.
And, with wide, puffy red eyes, Aizawa stares into the mirror, finding his tired eyes flash with stubbornness and realization.
He grips the sink tightly, knuckles white with the pressure as an amused smile twitched up from his frown, his heart lightening at the sudden recognition.
He considers Midoriya Izuku- that green haired brat- as family.
And maybe, with just a bit of luck (and a pay raise), maybe- just.. Maybe, he could make it official with a few paperwork.
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Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}
Fanfic---- Aizawa considered himself as someone to lacked emotion. Someone who didn't react much; like a black hole, devoid of any feeling. Granted, he felt some fear, like during horror movies that Hizashi, Midnight, and other colleagues subjected him t...
