Painful {Aizawa/Izuku Platonic story}

Chapter 24

(There are some use of original characters here, but they're for the council and you'll probably hate them so-)
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"You.. You wiped the kid's history on every data base, replaced it with your own illegally forged documents..?"

"Pretty much!"

Nedzu chirped, clasping his paws together with a small "pap".

Aizawa stared at the creature with disbelief, pupils shrinking as if slowly trying to digest the information- hands tightening and crinkling the laminated papers containing forged and illegal documents. "Fuck," Aizawa breathed. "Fuck fuck- You even put me as his father? What is wrong with you- this could easily be proven wrong by the goddamn lawyer I consulted for his fucking adoption, Nedzu. Adoption! He isn't even my adopted child- yet alone being my biological one!" He snapped, looking at the papers laid out on the table like playing cards- as if the whole thing was a game.

"I consulted a whole goddamn jury for his adoption! Shit-"

"I know. They were already taken care of."

Nedzu's tone was dangerously sharp, cutting through Aizawa's sentence like a thin bladed knife- the tone suggesting something.. Sinister. It made Aizawa's heart squeeze painfully in his chest, the thing that was implied heavily hung in the air like a draped towel. "Fuck, Nedzu," Aizawa's tone was dry, shoulders sagging as he hung his head in defeat- his laugh bitter. "I know that you don't approve of my actions," the created quipped- putting it lightly. "But you must understand, Midoriya Izuku is dangerous- incredibly so. And to put him in the hands of the council at such an early, manipulatable age..." He trailed off with uncertainty.

"Both of us want to keep his safe as the end goal, correct?"

Aizawa begrudgingly gave a nod, body feeling heavy- as if a bucket of lead was poured down his throat from guilt.

(He remembers the cheery, young man who was as gleeful as him when he heard of another kid getting adopted- how he promised to bring Izuku Midoriya into his care with a smile.)

"Now, in order to do so, you should go along with my decisions," Aizawa's body went rigidly cold at his words. "And that means no meddling in who lives or dies under this operation."

"Done."

The creature quirked an eyebrow. "My," he mused over his words. "You sure did agree quickly."

Shouta hesitated- but images of the mop of green hair flashed in his mind, and he questioned himself..

How many lives is Izuku Midoriya worth?

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"Y.. You're.. You're my.." Izuku trembled, looking up at the older, black haired man with wide eyes- the corners glistening with promising teardrops ready to spill like a bucket full of overflowing water.

"Pretty much," Shouta still had his nonchalant tone, but there was something heavily underlying beneath the sentence. He looked at the shaky, snot-faced child, tears bubbling up and he reminded himself that he was doing everything for him.

(He was going to do anything and everything for Izuku, no matter the cost.)

The kid gave a sharp sniffle, before turning into a blubbery mess of "thank you's", hugging Aizawa's stomach harshly- staining his garments with tears. Aizawa ran his fingers through his green locks, momentarily forgetting what the cost was to bring him like this, and he simply focused on Izuku, methodically murmuring comforting words.

Izuku was now his own child- the premise so surreal that he almost felt fictional, like some kind of happy dream. "It's okay, 'Zuku," he muttered, kneeling down to the kid's leveled height. He held the forged documents tight in his hands, an uncharacteristic smile painting his face.

"Now, I'll have some conditions, okay?" He laid gently, watching the boy intently as he aggressively scrubbed his own face of tears, hiccuping with red stained cheeks and nose.
"O-okay." Aizawa nodded, holding out the papers. "If anyone asks, you're my real son."

Izuku reacted immediately like Shouta predicted- his eyes going wide, expression changing as if he had sensed something was wrong. "Why..?" Sometimes, Aizawa begrudgingly decided, the kid was too smart for his own good. "We'll get in trouble if you don't."

Izuku looked apprehensive, searching Aizawa's slate face for answers as his green eyes gleamed with uncertainty for a brief moment. "Okay," he cautiously muttered, eyeing the documents in his hand. "I'll do as you say."

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The court hearing against the council was nearing, and Shouta was stressing over it.

The council was a bunch of politicians, running Japan's high courts- it will be no wonder that they could've paid off the jurors attending the custody battle between them over Izuku, his now "biological son".

Izuku's newly given status would definitely help, though- being someone's actual kid, and not a piece of property that somehow wasn't on the radar for more than seven years. But of course, Nedzu already took care of that. But even with all the given factors and proof that Izuku could control his quirk benefitting their defense, going up against the council was considered suicide.

They have important influencers under their wing- like Kasuno Iguro, Daika Shikurakashi, and even Gun Daiyo- who was a mob boss turned just, agreeing to work with justice in exchange for his freedom. Iguro was a rich, flawless boy, who runs at least twenty-three clothing companies around Japan and America. Shikurakashi, a female singer voted as "Miss Japan" in 2xxx (now she was fifty-two years old), who had a lot of people by her side due to her allure and glamor, along with her fame on social media platforms.

Aizawa knows that all odds are neatly stacked against him but..

"I want to help in the court hearing as someone on your side." All Might, now in his skeletal, Toshinori form firmly spoke, eyebrows wrinkled and shoulders sagging as if he had been carrying a weight so heavy.

Having the number one Hero on their side..

Aizawa looked up from the scattered documents of printed out human rights and laws, pen and paper in hand in trying to list down how the council violates six laws regarding basic human rights- like treating Izuku as special cargo and turning and possibly brainwashing a kid into fighting a useless war.

He was exhausted, told easily by his bruised eyes, a yawn about to roll out of his mouth as he sat in an ominously dark office with Toshinori standing right in front of his desk, thin lips pursed and blue eyes directed to Aizawa with such determination that matched his alter form as the buff number one hero.

"Sure," Aizawa shrugged, but looked extremely alleviated- knowing that there was hope for them to win the court battle, and possibly prevent Hisashi's rain of hell to earth approaching rapidly.

Yagi looked elated at the short answer, but nevertheless gave a blinding grin.

"Now, where do I start..?"