Fatherly Affection (DADZAWA)

SEAT #10

SEAT #10: Rikido Sato

The one word Shota would use to describe himself the morning of June 16th, would be: 'pissed.'

Mic had texted him at the ripe hour of 5 am, which is a lot earlier than Shota normally ever woke up for work. And of course, he slept with his phone on -- any good hero did, just in case of emergency -- and the annoying noise of his text tone woke him that morning. The man -- who apparently always woke up at such an ungodly hour -- was needed to take down some villain in Tokyo that morning, and needed Shota to cover his classes until lunch. Which was fine, Shota would've said yes even if Mic didn't have a genuine reason to miss work, but English was also his least favorite subject in school, so he knew today was going to be a literal nightmare.

His anger only worsened when he arrived in class 1-A to do homeroom before going off to teach class 3-A, only to find the entire class empty. Not even Iida, the best rule-follower in the world was seated at his desk. He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face and setting a timer on his phone. At least he could take a nap. He had left his sleeping bag under the podium yesterday anyway. However, when he looked for it, he found that it wasn't where he left it.

Oh you've got to be kidding me.

He knew he had told the other teachers not to move it, and they had all promised that they wouldn't but now it was missing, and Shota was more upset than ever.

In his sleeping bags place was a yellow envelope. Now that hadn't been there yesterday. Aizawa was scrawled across it in a messy handwriting he didn't recognize. Almost against his will, his heart skipped a beat, and he found himself reaching for the envelope and tearing it open messily.

Inside was a little paper card, also on yellow paper. If Shota hadn't been careful he would've torn it too. In the same messy handwriting that was printed on the envelope the words 'N A P R O O M' were written.

And Shota had no choice but to comply to the whims of who must be his sleeping bag thief.

He slogged off to the Nap Room, and tiredly shoved it open, looking over to the window when he saw a flash of blue. Another envelope, but this time the handwriting was different -- messier even. He sighed as he more carefully tore this one open. 'GROUND BETA.'

To Ground Beta he went, checking his phone to find he only had thirty more minutes of homeroom left before he had to go teach English, and so help him God if he didn't find his sleeping bag--

Taped to the entrance gate of Ground Beta was a pink envelope, once again, his name scrawled on it in cursive.

To say he was pissed was now an understatement. He was tired, now hungry, and stuck following these stupid cards around like a five-year-old's scavenger hunt.

'Classroom 1-A.'

He scoffed, shoving the letter in the pocket of his hero costume outfit where the other two rested. He had already been to the classroom, hadn't he? Was this some kind of joke?

With tired legs and dry eyes he slouched off to the classroom, annoyed at how long the walk from Ground Beta to the building was. When he finally slid open the classroom door, capture weapon ready to strangle whoever thought it was funny to ruin his morning, he was met with complete darkness.

Suspicious.

Now his body tensed, ready to fight off whatever was lurking in the shadows. If he had to guess, it was probably why his students were all absent that morning. Had they been captured? Why hadn't he been notified? What was happening.

He flicked on the lights, ready to lunge, and stopped mid step. Right in front of him, crowded in a tight semi-circle, smiling oh so brightly, were all twenty of his students.

There was a beat, and then, "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!" They all cheered, eyes bright and happy, their smiles literally glowing.

Father's day? But Father's day was usually on a sunday...and that's when he saw Hizashi Yamada -- Present Mic himself -- standing behind Shoji and he put it all together.

It was a sunday, and Present Mic had taken it upon himself to trick him into coming into school like it was a monday.

Classy.

But, some part of him wasn't even made anymore, and a real, genuine smile found its way to his face when Uraraka pushed a vanilla cake into his hands.

"Do you like it, Mr. Aizawa? It was all Sato's idea! He even made the cake too!"

Shota raised his eyebrows. He had nothing against Sato, though he did expect this to be the work of someone like Yaoyorozu or Ashido. He looked at the buff boy who was smiling sheepishly in the back of the group.

"Y-You're kinda like a dad to all of us, Mr. Aizawa, and I thought it would be nice if we all pitched in and did something for you as a kind of thank you for being our parent when we aren't living at home." He smiled.

"Even Bakugou got in on it! He helped steal your sleeping bag!" Hagakure squealed, and Shota chuckled under his breath with amusement when Bakugou snarled at the girl, but didn't end her where she stood. He wasn't even mad about missing his nap.

"Sorry for tricking you, Shota." Mic rubbed the back of his neck, "But I know how you get when you're tired and I knew you would believe me."

The gruff man sighed, knowing he couldn't argue. With gentle arms he accepted the cake and peered down to look at it. Scrawled across in crooked cursive was 'Happy Father's Day Mr. Aizawa.'

"Todoroki did the icing!" Midoriya poked his friend in the shoulder and the bi-colored hair male snorted, looking away to miss Shota's eyes.

If Shota hadn't been surrounded by his students, he would've cried. Sure, All Might and Mic joked that he was the dad of his troublesome 1st year class, and he would vocally deny it, but seeing his kids all grouped together to put all this together for him? It stirred something in the older male. He felt pride, that they could all work together; joy that they cared enough about him to construct this; and love for these boys and girls that had crept into his body and stolen his heart in just a year. It made him grin, and he heard Hagakure and Mina coo 'aww!'

"Let's all get a picture!" Denki screamed, whipping out his smartphone and sprinting to the farther part of the classroom, scrambling on top of a desk, and holding his phone high so that everyone was in on the picture.

Now there is documented evidence in the world that Shota Aizawa can smile, very well actually, and every student in class 1-A is in possession of it. Shota doesn't care, because everytime he sees the photo he smiles just as brightly, remembering that his kids are the constant source of his happiness.

Before everyone left the room after the little impromptu cake party, Shota placed a gentle hand on Sato's shoulder.

"Thank you." He spoke seriously. "It means a lot."

The boy's smile was already big because of his lips, but Shota treasured the way it somehow got even wider when he wrapped his teacher in a bone crushing hug.

Happy Father's Day.