Don't Judge a Book

hear, ye children, the instruction of a father

There are a few things in this world that Shota Aizawa understands. The first being that his lovely wife died from mysterious circumstances in the same room with Eri when he had left for just a moment. The second being that his lovely boy, Shinso, hated his first name and refused to dye his hair to a normal color. Why did he have purple hair? Shota didn't have a clue. That wasn't what he understood. He didn't even know how he'd managed to adopt the boy. Does one normally find a kid on the side of the road and take him in? No. Did Shota? For some fucking reason, yes. The third being that his new neighbor was way too fucking loud at odd times of the day. He'd talked to him about it over and over and over again but Hizashi Yamada just loves his rock music and screaming at the top of his lungs. Shota will never, ever, like karaoke again. Not that he did originally, but even if he did, he wouldn't now.  

So, with these few things that Shota does understand there are numerous things he doesn't. One of them being why this man with purple scars tends to visit him unannounced. At least the green-haired one actually explained a few things. Shota invited him in (for reasons he didn't actually know himself, but he doesn't know a lot of things, as we are finding out). 

"There is a lot of explaining we have to do," Davi tapped his fingers against the table. Eri and Shinso were playing in their usual location so there was plenty of time for talking. Shota wanted to sleep, but alas, sleep was never going to greet him again. Part of that is his neighbor's fault. 

"I've got a lot of time, apparently," Shota sighed, sipping his coffee. 

"Your daughter was the antichrist and we mixed up the babies back at that orphanage you ended up in. So your daughter isn't actually your daughter and your real child, who was named Kota, was murdered by a fallen angel. Also, us three are demons." 

Shota spat out his coffee all over Tomura's face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and downed whatever coffee was left in his cup before getting up to make another one. This was a three-cup problem. Either this guy was insane or Shota was for believing him. A lot of strange shit had happened with him involved. And, since the last time this guy came and Eri's horn was removed...none of that stuff had been happening anymore. He'd thought the world was giving him a break but nope, it turns out her antichrist powers were gone and demons just happened to stop by now and then for house visits. Demons? Really? He had to be losing it. Wasn't the guy wearing a black mask the leader of some company? He is a demon? What is the world coming to? Actually...politicians as demons makes a lot of sense. 

To top it all off, his wife and child were dead and both of the kids he was currently raising weren't even his own. He downed a fourth cup for good measure before sitting back down. "Alright, I'm ready, whatever you're going to say, say it," Shota folded his hands. He didn't get paid enough for this shit. Well, he was currently jobless so he didn't get paid at all but that was beside the point. 

"Well, you see..." Davi began.

...

Shota groaned and held his head in his hands. "Life is a fucking bitch," he forced a laugh to stifle his conflicted emotions. Their dog was a hound from Hell. Eri was the antichrist. That green kid was an angel far too old to look that young. These three were demons. God exists. What the fuck? God is real. And a bitch. Well, shit. Don't mind Shota Aizawa, he is just in the middle of an existential crisis. 

"Emi would've known exactly what to do at this moment. But, I'm the one alive for some reason," he muttered. 

"Your reaction is a bit different from what I expected," Davi admitted. "But, then again, so was Shinso's reaction to seeing a bunch of demons and angels fighting." 

"Look, I'd love to be mad just as much as the next guy," Shota gestured to the three. "But, God seems to be a bitch and I'm just too old to care at this point. I can't go back and have my real son and, quite honestly, I wouldn't do it even if I had the chance. I loved these years I spent with Eri and Emi. She is my daughter, no matter how you slice it. Shinso is my son and I wouldn't have met him if we hadn't moved out here."

"You're pretty laid back," Overhaul observed. 

"Laid back?" Shota laughed. "I'm the epitome of anxiety on steroids. I've just learned to hide it well." 

A fist pounded on the door causing it to open. Shota learned that either he should leave it unlocked, or have to buy new doors every day. "Shota!" a very loud, obnoxious male, happened to wander into his house. This was becoming a standard occurrence. He eyed the three demons up and down before gasping. "You lied to me! I thought you didn't have any friends! How dare you!" 

"Hizashi, what do you want? Please get to the point and leave. I've had enough excitement for one day," Shota placed his hand to his face and sighed deeply. 

"How does his hair defy gravity like that?" Overhaul whispered to Tomura. 

"I'm guessing lots and lots of gell," he muttered back. 

"I came here for sugar but now I'm more concerned about why you lied to me!" he grabbed Shota's shoulders and shook him as he spoke. Shota's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. 

"You came to your own assumptions that I was alone and lonely. And to correct you, they aren't exactly my friends they've just come here on their own," he explained, getting dizzy. "If you needed sugar you know where to find it. How do you even go through so much sugar every day?" he tried to point to the kitchen but the world was spinning. 

"People just show up at your house and you let them in? That's dangerous!" Hizashi complained, despite being one of those very people. Shota snapped and grabbed Hizashi's hands off of his shoulders. He flipped him around and pinned him up against the wall. 

"I've had a long day and it's barely past noon. If you're going to spout bullshit could you at least lower your voice?" Shota's voice was loud enough to be concerning but still quiet as usual. How was this possible? Power of the Aizawa gods. The three demons watched this spicey content with intent eyes. Each one waiting for the steamy smut to take place. Unfortunately, it didn't happen, leaving each one disappointed. Not to worry, they'd be sure to write up their own imaginings later and publish it anonymously on some sketchy website for readers obsessed with that type of content. 

Shota released his grasp on Hizashi and walked out of the door. "I'm going for a walk. Take your sugar and leave," he grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"Wait! Is it alright if we stay here for a while?" Davi called after him. 

"You're going to do whatever the hell you want anyway, don't bother asking."