Fatherly Affection (DADZAWA)

SEAT #21

SEAT #21: Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou was the closest thing Shota had to a real son.

After Shota had noticed the raw, untapped potential of the sleepy looking boy at the sports festival, he had taken it upon himself to change the boy into the best hero there was, complete with capture weapon and all. One hour sessions of training became two, became three, became weeks long, and eventually, Shinsou was staying at his apartments some night due to how long they were training. Sure, Shinsou's family was in the picture, but there was something about the boy that drew Shota to him, and gave him the urge to protect the boy at all costs and strengthen him to be greater than anyone could ever imagine.

In short, Shota loved this kid as if he was his own flesh and blood.

It was why he cried for the first time in ages it seemed.

The story goes as follows and requires the buckling of seatbelts.

At one thirty on a wednesday morning, Shota Aizawa lay in his bed, unable to shake the feeling that something was inherently wrong. He wasn't even sure himself how to describe it, only that his stomach was churning was something he couldn't ignore, and it prevented his eyes from falling shut and letting him be consumed by the peaceful abyss that was sleep.

At one thirty on the same wednesday morning, Hitoshi Shinsou heard what sounded oddly like a leafblower. It rattled him from his already restless slumber. Groggily he slipped out of bed and padded softly to the window. Outside, barely illuminated by the street lights was the figure of two people, shrouded in darkness and holding a giant something that was hard to make out in the shadows. It was big enough that it was being mounted on a pedestal of sorts and was pointing at the gates of UA.

Whoever it was, they were trying to get in.

Shinsou's stomach froze over with dread. If he ran to get another teacher, it would lead ot him having to walk in front of the gates anyways, unless he grabbed his dorm supervisor but wait -- they were out of town on a trip and Present Mic was their sub -- so who could he go get?

His body was telling him to go get Mr. Aizawa. Go. Get. Mr. Aizawa. But his sleep deprived mind was reminding him that it wouldn't work. But what could he do? He didn't have his licence like some of the other hero course kids, and their dorms were too far away...

He grabbed his mask and capture weapon and bolting out the doors of the 1-C dorms.

Mr. Aizawa was going to kill him.

"On the count of three." A voice called from beyond the gate. Shinsou waited carefully, trying to memorize the voice and replicate it. "Once we blow the door down, we just need to grab one kid. Just one. I don't care where or who, or if they're from that annoying hero department or what. As long as we hold them ransom, UA will have no choice but to pay up."

"Got it." Another voice, this one more feminine crooned, "Check and make sure there's no one in the way of the light canon, it'll blow the gate to smithereens yeah, but I'm not interested in having to scrape a teacher's guts off the pavement before sunlight."

Scrape a teacher off the pavement?

Shinsou should've run. Should've taken his opportunity while it was still silent to ensnare the people in his quirk, but before he even had the chance to move his body, the canon was revving up with a sound so loud it shattered through his ears, and he found himself cowering from the pain of the loud sound.

But he had to move. He had to stop them.

With his hands still covering his ears he emerged from the safety of behind the gate and readied his capture weapon.