A/n:
This chapter is somewhat filler, with a bit of wholesomeness at the end.
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(Somewhere in hell, a green eyed Demon bellowed fire from his mouth at hearing Izuku's words.
"Father, eh? So he replaced me.")
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"S-Shouta, I.. Um..."
"What is it, Izuku?" Aizawa lazily rolled his head back to make eye contact with the seemingly agitated kid. He was shuffling his feet, averting his eyes around as if he were uncomfortable with this situation.
He raised an eyebrow, pressing on to get him to spill what happened. "What is it? You could tell me anything, you know." Aizawa set the stack of Quiz papers he was grading, needing a distraction from the perplexingly low grades of Ashido and Kaminari.
'Idiots', he thought. 'They won't be able to make it to Summer Camp. I'll just make some adjustments, seeing how hard they've been working.'
He turned his attention to Izuku by rotating his chair, a bored expression on his face, furrowing his brows at the sullen look on the kid as if he was sitting at a funeral.
Izuku had entered his study, a place where he kept important documents and files- mostly consisting of confidential material concerning Yuuei security.
Midoriya looked up at him, a guilty expression finally ruling out the others.
"I set the table on fire by accident."
".. You.. What."
Aizawa immediately stood up, eyes wide as the chair he was sitting on toppled over with a crash. "The fire, is it-?!" Izuku panicked too, waving his arms around to try and calm Shouta down. "N-no! No! I just.. I was just reading a book about quirks and stuff! And I.. I concentrated too hard I-I.."
"Izuku. Spit it out."
"I burned m-my h-handprints on the
t-table.."
Shouta almost tripped on his pajamas before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and exasperation. "Izuku.."
"S-sorry! Sorry.."
Aizawa shook his head at the trembling figure of Midoriya.
He figures he won't need to give out a punishment, considering how guilty he looked- and the fact that it was entirely an accident. "It's fine," he half-heartedly grunted, shaking his head. "Try to control your quirk."
And then comes the "How" part. How? How the hell will he control his quirk without training?
And then, Aizawa makes a split-second decision that he would probably regret.
"Be ready at five. We're going out."
"E-eh? For what?"
"Training."
Midoriya blinked stupidly up at him, before processing the information. Training? For.. For what? "Think of it," Shouta shrugged, leaning back on his desk as he crossed his arms casually as if he read his mind. "You can't control your quirk. You have a shit dominance over it." Aizawa stayed ruthlessly, watching Izuku shrink under his gaze.
"But, training will help that. You don't like hurting people, right Izuku?"
He shook his head.
"Good. The training will help with that. Your body," Aizawa gestured to his small frame. "May not be suited for it due to the amount of internal bleeding you sustained."
(He tried to shake the memory of Izuku's cold, bleeding body laying in a pool of blood.)
"What do you say?"
Izuku paused for a bit. "I-I'll do it."
"Good. Now get out of my study and prepare."
He balled his hands into fists before giving a bright grin and a determined nod, before making a bee-line outside and shutting the door.
(Aizawa unknowingly smiled to himself, lifting the quiz papers covering a document with the words "ADOPTION" printed in bold black letters and carefully tucking it back in.)
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A/N;
(This chapter is really fucking short, and it's because I'm actually working on a book!
It won't contain any ships, and I removed the plan of having BakuDeku in it because it won't be that relevant. I also want to to be directed to all audiences!
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