Why do children have to be so small?

Stick 'n' poke

"Kaminari."
I knock on his dorm room door. The other students are not up yet, I made sure to come early. I sigh and nock again when I don't get an answer.
"Kaminari wake up."
Finally I hear movement behind the door, and it opens a couple of seconds later.
"Oh, hi Aizawa-sensei. What's up?"
I stare at the boy. He's wearing a bright yellow shirt, no pants and a pair of blue socks.
"You wear socks to bed?"
"Uh… yeah? I have cold feet."
"...anyway, I'm driving you to our home. Hitoshi has requested you'd come home to us to keep him company during the day."
"Hitoshi? He's home?"
"Yes, we got them home yesterday night. Come on, get ready, we're leaving in ten minutes."
"But what about school?"
"I already talked to Nezu about it. You're allowed to be off from school today, but tomorrow you're going back."
"When is Hitoshi coming back?"
"When he feels like he can do it. Nine minutes."
"Okay okay fine, I'll get going…"
He yawns and closes the door. My son's boyfriend wears socks to bed. Unacceptable.

"Okay, some rules before we head inside. Don't comment on his injuries, but do feel free to sign his cast. Don't say he looks tired or skinny or whatever. If he needs help, help him. Both of his wrists are injured, one being broken. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Then let's go. I think Hizashi is making breakfast. I don't know if Hitoshi is up yet, but if he isn't, you can head to his room."
I leave the car and hold the front door open for him. He may be my student, but he's also my son's boyfriend. I don't have to be a teacher all the time. Sometimes I get to just be a dad. It seems like Hitoshi and Eri are up. The whole house smells like nail polish. 
"We're back."
Kaminari heads to the kitchen and I follow him. Eri is painting Hitoshi's nails in a light lavender color, matching his hair.
"Hey, fluffball."
He sits down next to him and kisses his cheek very lightly, making sure not to touch his wound.
"Hey. I missed you."
"Stay still, 'Toshi!"
"Sorry Eri."
Kaminari leans his head against his shoulder, stroking his arm, again careful not to touch any injury. 
"Fluffball? That's what you call him?"
I sit down next to Eri and look at Hitoshi's nails. They're a mess, but a bit less of a mess compared to the last time she painted someone's nails. Progress.
"Well, yes, because his hair is always so fluffy."
"Okay, breakfast is ready! I hope you like scrambled eggs because my omelette failed."
"You're doing great, at least you tried."
"Are you mocking me?"
I smile as he hands me a plate of scrambled eggs. I close the bottle of nail polish and put it away. 
"Kaminari, would you prefer tea or coffee? Or juice?"
"Tea, please."
"Two cups of tea, one cup of black coffee and two glasses of juice coming up!"
"I want coffee too."
"Nope! Sick or injured boys don't get caffeine!"
"I'm a man."
"Sorry, sick or injured men don't get caffeine."
Hitoshi rolls his eyes but accepts the defeat. He closes his eyes and leans against Kaminari.
"Did you sleep well tonight?"
"I barely slept at all. I woke up from nightmares."
I want to tell him that he can come sleep with me and Hizashi whenever he needs to, but I don't want to embarrass him in front of his boyfriend. 
"Well why don't you take a nap later then?"
"Mmhm…"
"Try to eat something, okay? 
"I'm not hungry."
"Yes you are, you just can't feel it."
I put a hand on his head and move some of his hair, careful to not touch his bandages.
"If you eat breakfast I'll get you a piece of that chocolate cake you like. You know, from the café down the street, that really expensive one. I'll buy the whole cake if you eat lunch and dinner too. Everyone gets cake."
"I don't want cake."
"Yes you do, come on. You need food to regain your energy and muscles. So you can be a hero again, remember?"
"I don't want to be a hero. I don't want to go back to school."
I stand up and carefully grab his arm, forcing him to stand as well.
"Come, we're going to the garden for a moment."
"I don't wanna go outside."
"Yes you do, let's go."
I hear Eri ask if Kaminari wants her to paint his nails too before I close the back door behind me. I have him sit down on the bench that's placed against the wall.
"What did they tell you?"
"They didn't tell me anything."
"Don't lie to me. They're villains, they're manipulative fucking bastards who don't think about anyone but themselves. What did they tell you?"
"I can't… I can't talk about it…"
"Is it because you don't want to or because they said you can't talk about it?"
"They said-"
"I'm going to murder them. I swear, I will fucking murder them the next time I see them."
I wrap my arms around him and have him lean against my chest. His body is limp, like he doesn't have any energy to move it himself.
"'Toshi, I've raised you since you were five. You've always wanted to become a hero. And we worked so hard last year to get you into the hero course and we made it! We can't just give up now because some disgusting villain said some bullshit. Whatever they said, it's not true, I can promise you that. Whether it was about you or someone else, they lied."
I want to hug him harder, but I'm scared he'd break. 
"I've told you this before and I'll tell you again. You'll become a great hero, I'll make sure of that myself."
I kiss his forehead and close my eyes.
"I love you. Hizashi loves you. Eri loves you. Denki loves you. All your other classmates love you. A villain's hate can never compare to that."
I take his left hand and pull it towards me.
"Let me look at your wrist and then we'll go back inside, okay? Just tell me if anything hurts and I'll stop."
I slowly remove the bandages from his wrist. The rope burn is still bright red, but it seems like it's healing. I take out the cream I got from the doctor from my pocket and carefully stroke it against the burn. He whines, but doesn't say anything.
"Do you want me to stop?"
He shakes his head.
"Okay."
I apply the cream all around his wrist, turning it around. Then I spot something on his forearm.
"What's that?"
"It's nothing…"
"Is that a tattoo? When did you get it? And where?"
"It's a stick 'n' poke. You make it yourself with ink and a needle."
"First piercings and then tattoos? We've talked about this, tattoos when you're eighteen. It's another year left."
It's a very tiny, black lightning bolt, surprisingly rather straight.
"Did Denki make it?"
He nods.
"Did you give him one back?"
Another nod. 
"Of what?"
"A brain. Even though it looks more like a cloud."
I want to be angry, but I can't. 
"Well you can't just get a tattoo and have me be the only one without a tattoo like that."
"Eri doesn't have any tattoos."
"Eri is six. Come on, after you go back to school, all four of us are getting a tattoo. Me, Hizashi, you and Denki. I'll pay."
Wait. What did I just say?
"Really?"
"Really. Let's go have breakfast."

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Aizawa is getting a tattoo! Comment tattoo ideas, however detailed you want, the one I like the most will be the one he gets!