Aizawa's POV
The day had started out how it usually does when Shiro goes into heat, me and Hizashi got up and got dressed, and ready for the day. Kotashi went to work, and I gave Hitoshi permission to stay with Toshiro for the day, I already told Nezu about it, he said it was fine. Everything else was going generally the same... until somebody asked me about Toshiro.
My whole class—besides Todoroki, Bakugou, and Shoji—began shouting questions, asking me where she was, if she would stop by today, things like that. I simply told them that she wasn't feeling well today, so she was staying in her room. And then another round of questions was asked, is she injured? Is she sick? What's wrong with her? I got pissed so I told them all to quiet down.
"She should be fine by tomorrow morning, but right now she is unwell and is unable to have visitors. If anyone asks another question about my daughter everyone will be in trouble." I say sternly glaring at all of them.
They shut up, and I continue to teach until lunch. Once lunch comes around and the students have left the classroom, I make my way to the apartment to check up on Hitoshi and Shiro.
I walk in only to see Hitoshi laying on the couch with Toshiro on top of him, she's not wearing pants.
"What is happening? Shiro, Sweetheart, where are your pants?" I asked while placing my hand on her back.
"Too hot, uncomfor..." she mumbled the last part of the word but I understood what she was saying.
"What do you mean it was too hot and uncomfortable? Do you mean they were uncomfortably hot?" I ask while keeping my tone quiet and soft.
She nods and then buried her head back into Hitoshi's chest. I look at him expectantly, I want answers that make sense.
"She was complaining that the pants made her too hot and she didn't like it, so I helped her get them off. I wanted to watch TV but she wanted me to stay with her, so I carried her out here with me." He explained while shrugging.
I nod my head before standing up straight and making my way to the door, that is before I hear Shiro whine.
"No... 'addy stay... 'ease, 'm hurting..." her words slurred from the pain she's in.
"I'm sorry Princess, but I have to teach. Just two more hours and then I'll be back, okay? And you're heat shouldn't last much longer. You'll be fine baby." I say calmly and reassuringly, before leaving the apartment.
(Short time skip to when school is over(it's now like 7pm Toshiro's heat is still there but almost gone. It's a bearable pain now))
Toshiro's POV
From what I was told I was a bit of a mess today, I'm still not wearing pants but that's because I don't really care right now. I'll put pants on tomorrow. Me, daddy and Shushu were just hanging out when Uncle Zashi and Ko came in.
"Yo Shota! How's the little listener doing?" Uncle Zashi asks while coming in.
He sees me and smiles brightly before his face turned into a confused frown.
"Shi? Where are your pants?" He asked looking at me questioningly.
"They were uncomfortable earlier, and I just don't feel like putting them back on. I'll put some on tomorrow." I said simply, before smiling happily while giggling.
Everything was going fine until 9pm rolled around and the alarms went off, and Uncle Nezus voice came through the speakers.
"All teachers please make your way to your student dorms. All teachers make your way to your student dorms. Immediately, thank you." Dad and Uncle Zashi stand up confused and get myself, Shushu, and Ko to follow them.
When we got outside and started walking to the student dorms, we ran into Hitoshi's home room teacher and he followed them back to the dorms. The four of us continued on our way to the 1-A dorm area.
It was cold and I was wearing a tank top and I had no pants on... fuck you karma, I know I jinxed myself. Once we got there all students of 1-A were standing around in their PJs confused.
Dad did the attendance, and made sure everyone was there and safe. I was shivering quietly behind daddy while Ko stood behind Uncle Zashi. It was kind of funny hearing the classes comments about what they looked like.
They talked about how daddy look a lot more put together with his hair up in a ponytail. They also talked about how they had only seen Uncle Zashi with his hair down once. I giggled quietly as they continued to make comments.
I soon had to give away my position because I felt like the situation was taking too long and wanted to know when we could head back. Almost as soon as I tapped daddys shoulder one of the girls in his class, I think her name was Ochaco, confronted my presence.
"Hey Shiro! I thought you were unwell?" She asked curiously.
I just peaked out from behind my dad and didn't say anything. I kinda just stared and then hid again. This caused Ko to chuckle not so subtly and give himself away.
"WHO'S THAT GUY!?" Asked... grape guy?
Ko stepped out from behind Uncle Zashi and was about to introduce himself when Izu-chan cut him off, he's such a fanboy.
"You're Radiohead!! The Sound Hero!! You confuse villains by copying voices and noises that catch their attention!! You are so cool!!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Wow! You know your stuff kid. Hi, I'm Radiohead, and this right here..." he grabs Uncle Zashi's shoulder, "is my dad!"
And then the commotion began, people gossiped about the fact that "Present mic has a son", "I just realized how much they look alike", "they're so similar, I can't believe I never noticed", stuff like that.
I just stayed quiet and remained hidden, or at least I was hidden until Ko pulled me out from behind dad. I stumbled slightly before looking at everyone, looking at Ko, glaring at him and then going back into hiding.
Several more minutes passed by and we were finally able to go back. Once I got in the door, I collapsed onto my dad.
"I don't ever wanna do that again, I wanna cuddle. Can we cuddle?" I ask while looking up at him with a tired eyes.
"Yeah, we can cuddle." He says quietly before picking me and carrying me to his room to sleep.
That night I fell into a peaceful sleep in my dads arms.
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Toshiro Aizawa (DISCONTINUED)
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