Quirkless Rejects

Do You Still Want Me?

*Siiiiiiiiiggghhhhhhh*

Shouta watched as his son slouched over the table at the Soft Blossom Bakery. Apparently Doom and Bubblegum had left the Quirkless Rejects three days prior. Even though they still see Doom, or Yul, at the bakery for his job it took an obvious toll on all of them. Bubblegum, or Francy, was on maternity leave. Not only that, but the Quirkless Rejects had also just started up the new website and they were still fine proofing the communication networks and planning a worldwide action from the Quirkless Rejects so even if Mikumo wasn't present, the body got the backlash. To put it simply, the greenette was drained.

"Daaaad, tell me something interesting?" he whined.

Shouta thought for a second. "Ah, we started planning the summer training camp for the hero course students. I guess that could be called 'interesting.'" Mikumo looked up at the man with his ocean eyes. "When is it?" "May, usually." "Where?" Shouta looked down at his son. "This is Mikumo I'm talking to right?" Mikumo's eyes widened. "Yes? I guess I did sound a little like Deku there, didn't I?" Shouta nodded.

Something was off. Recently Shouta had noticed that on more than a few occasions, the personalities seemed a little jumbled. As in how Deku almost called him Dad or Mikumo reacting to the past influences of Izuku and sometimes, like now, Mikumo would sound like he was trying to start an attack or something. It was strange, almost like they were the same person, or becoming the sam- Shouta stopped that line of thought quickly for two main reasons: one, if that was true then wouldn't that mean Mikumo, his son, would disappear? Or would Izuku, or whichever they melded into, think of him as 'Dad?' He shivered. And two, he didn't think he could handle the mental impact that it would have on them.

Call him selfish or just plain stupid but Shouta was going to do his darndest to keep that from happening if that was the last thing he did.

"Mikumo, are you, Izuku, and Deku getting along?" he asked off-topic of the camp. Mikumo diverted his eyes. "We... we are... I think," he answered. Shouta narrowed his eyes. "You think?" His son sat up and leaned back in his chair. "It's just that sometimes they feel a lot more prominent when I am present and I think they feel it too. Or, like, when I'm not present, I sometimes feel like I am or something like that?" Shouta took a deep breath. Dang it, of course they do.

This is not... This will not happen!

Shouta looked at Mikumo in the eyes. "I think that you need to have a talk with them and decide whether you are the same person or not, Mikumo." The greenette's eyes widened and he sat up. "What?" "You need to decide if you three are going to keep living separate lives or if you are just a kid who has confused himself into having two imaginary friends." Mikumo suddenly stood.

"D- Dad? What are you talking about? You were the one who said I was real!"

"You are real, kid."

"You are the one that said I have a future!"

"You do."

"Then why are you saying I'm not!?" he screeched.

Shouta felt the eyes of the customers and workers in the bakery on them. He stood up and walked over to his son. I was too harsh. I'm being greedy. If I truly want him to stay, this is not the way to go about it. Shouta took Mikumo into his arms but the kid pushed him away. Shouta's eyes widened.

"Don't... Don't act like my father if you don't want me to be here in the first place." His voice shook and Shouta could see tears peeking out from the corner of his blue eyes.

"Mikumo-"

"Tell me. Tell me Aizawa!" Shouta's chest tightened. "Do you really want me as your son or do you want me to go away!?" Everything in Shouta wanted to reach out to Mikumo but he knew that it wouldn't help. Mikumo needed to hear Shouta actually say it and needed to hear the truth in his voice.