My Hero Father

Hitoshi Shinso

---Two years later---

"Are you sure it's alright if we stay the night?" the villain asked over the secret radiofrequency.

"Yeah, your kids will have to camp in the living room," Shota answered looking around the small house. It was a safe house meant for him and Izuku. A base of operations that was miles outside of the city. Shota would leave the house for a week to go on a job for the rebellion and then he would return. It also functioned as a haven for other villains of the rebellion.

"Fifteen kids is a hefty amount," the villain warned.

"They're all basically five, they'll be tired when they get here and you're leaving first thing in the morning so it's no problem," Shota sighed leaning on the kitchen counter at looking at the radio which was on a secure frequency.

"Mr. Aiwaza! Miss Kayami can't find any more blankets!" Izuku called from upstairs.

"I know you have at least fifty stashed somewhere Shota!" Nemuri yelled from upstairs. She was a pro-villain code-named Midnight and one of Aizawa's friends. 

"Yo Eraserhead! You got fifteen kids coming, right? I got twenty pillows... you don't think they'll all want two right!?" Yamada yelled from down the hall.

"It sounds like you have your hands full," the villain chuckled. Shota heard a crash and the villain sigh over the radio comm. "Come on, pick yourself up, dust yourself off. You're fine! Why are you crying? No, you're not bleeding you're fine you're... Just climb on Meizo's shoulders!" the villain yelled making Aizawa recoil. "Sorry, a kid fell, scraped his knee."

"I understand," Shota said monotonously, then it was his turn to yell at his comrades. "The blankets are in the closet Nemuri! Hizashi, I have three more pillows under my bed and Izu has an extra pillow at his feet!" he yelled.

"Thanks again for doing this, thought we were screwed when the last safe house was attacked," the villain sighed.

"No problem," Shota answered again.

"Seriously though, class 1-C owes you," the villain chuckled.

"1-C huh? where the heck is A and B? Is there a Class 2?" Shota asked, furrowing his brow. This was the first time he'd heard of this.

"I deal with the c rated quirks. They ain't too strong but they all have spirit," the villain chuckled over the frequency.

"It's not the quirks it's-" Shota began with a sigh.

"How you use it," the villain finished. "Dang, I've heard that so many times it's old Aizawa."

"Yeah, well-" Shota began, there was a crack over the frequency and suddenly Shota heard nothing but static.

"Hello?" Shota asked tapping the radio. "Are you there?"

No answer. 

Shota looked out the window to the north where the class was supposed to be coming from. He watched for a few moments until a distant ray of light broke the night stillness and a column of smoke rose into the sky.

"Fuck. Nemuri! Hizashi! Suit up!" Shota yelled grabbing his scarf from the kitchen counter and running upstairs to grab his eyewear.

"What's going on dude?" Hizashi asked peering out of a bedroom.

"The kids in the villain group 1-C, they're being attacked," Shota explained quickly running into his room and grabbing his goggles. He passed a confused Izuku and stopped. He knelt down to him.