Gifted boy ( Abandon)

1. In the Binninging...Beginging..Beginning

Author Note:
I am writing the book before posting further. You can all thanks Dooshiks_milkers for that

~Aizawa Residence, Izuku's room, first day~

A young boy was sleeping in his bed, undisturbed. The door to his room creaked open, letting in a man with black hair and what looked like bandage around his neck enter. He approached the bed slowly, dodging every item that was spread on the floor.

"Izuku, wake up. It's time."

No response

"... Well I guess UA can wait another year."

Aizawa said as he walked away. but suddenly, he heard a crash and not even sparing a glance backward, he said:

"Breakfast is also ready if you want to know."

He walked to the living room, where the first thing he saw was one of his husbands ,Toshinori Yagi aka All Might , drinking his coffee with one of his eyebrows raised, wondering what just happened . While their middle child, Hitoshi, was eating his waffles, half awake. Their oldest, Shoto, on the other hand was chatting with his dad, Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic. Almost all of them were ready except Izuku and Hitoshi. Aizawa sat down near Hitoshi, chugging his coffee like a shot.

"Soooo... why did our son run to the bathroom ?" Toshinori ask, sipping his coffee

"The usual." Said Aizawa, pouring himself another coffee.

"Maybe he's stressed, you know being the only 12 year old with 15 year olds. I would be scared to death!" Hizashi said, stopping momentarily in his discussion with Shoto.

"Yeah... but it's not his fault if it is...you know" Whispered Aizawa, clutching his mug.

"True.." Toshinori added quietly.

They end their conversation since Izuku stepped in the living room ready for the day in a uniform tailored especially for him. He kept his head down.

"I..." Izuku gulped "I don't want to go ..." He murmured.

The parents were taken aback, Shoto was surprised even Hitoshi was awake at this point. They were all staring at him, worried.

"Why ?" Hizashi got up, ready to hug his youngest.

Izuku breathed in, trying to calm his nerves.

"I...don't want to be a burden to you. You adopted me, welcomed me into your home, a family to love but with that I gave you stress finding a school for me... And now, I'm-... I'm scared to disappoint you."

He broke down in tears, quiet sobs shaking his body. Aizawa got up and swept his son into a hug, being quicker than Hizashi.

"I know you have the impression that you're a burden, but you know with you, our family is finally complete. Without you, Shoto and Hitoshi would've been a lot more reckless than they are right now, I'll be up really late trying to squeeze everything I could do in a week, in a single night. Your dad will be screaming at every little insect that manages to crawl in the apartment, and your pop will be pretty sure nobody likes him for who he is. So stop saying you're a burden. You know why?"

Izuku shock his head
"Without you, we would've probably only eaten take-out and died of malnutrition, but you taught us how to cook and look, we're all pretty decent now!"

Everybody laughed, even Izuku. Hizashi stopped laughing and swept Izuku in a hug before giving him breakfast.

~AN HOUR LATER~

They were all ready. Toshinori, Aizawa and Hizashi took the car and the boys walked there, not to be suspected by the other students. Besides, they were already recommended, which was even more suspicious. They took their stuff and exited the apartment, Izuku took the hand of Hitoshi who was the eldest, since the streets were full and he was pretty sure his anxiety would flare up into a panic attack if he didn't. The closer they approached UA, the more Izuku was stressed and his brothers could only try to calm him down. At a certain distance, they stopped. Shoto gave them his goodbye and continued on his way. After several minutes, Hitoshi said his goodbye too and started walking away. When Hitoshi was 2 metres in front of him, Izuku followed. At the entrance, everybody watched him, confusion clear on their faces, he ignored them and entered the building. He asked the receptionist for his schedule and headed to class 1-A.
He took a deep breath and entered.