KiriBakuKami

Chapter Fifteen

Aizawa POV:

"He wants to do what?" Zashi raised an eyebrow.

"It's a really long story, but I'm seriously considering helping him out with this," I replied. "I haven't met the kid, but from what Kaminari told me about her family—well, their family—I'm inclined to find their house and murder every single one of them."

"Wow," my husband sat back and pursed his lips. "What did they do?"

"Not my story to tell. But they're bad. And he just told me about three days, Zashi. Hell, he almost killed himself because he didn't want to spend a week with them. Just a week." I dragged a hand down my face, still trying to wrap my head around it.

"Eyes on the road, babe," he reminded me, and I nodded. We were driving to Eri's elementary school to pick her up and bring her back to U.A. where pretty much everyone lived. "Seriously, though? We're talking about the same Kaminari? Kaminari Denki, ray of sunshine, always smiling and goofing off? Almost..."

I exhaled and shifted gears rather aggressively. "He couldn't stand another week with his family. He admitted that the only reason he was even alive was because Bakugo and Kirishima were there with him."

"What the hell do they even have against him? I mean, I see the homophobia and all, that's... sadly normal. But he's a great kid! I mean, his grades could use some work, but he's a fantastic hero." I made a sharp turn and Zashi yelped, not having expected me to swerve so quickly. "Gah—Shouta! What did I tell you about driving safely!?"

"Sorry," I muttered, not at all sorry. "You'd probably be driving like this if Kaminari explained everything to you, though. I don't want to do that for him. He can tell you if he wants to."

"I get that. Guess I won't ask for details," he sighed. "Ugh, now I don't know if I want to know or not know, though!"

"Probably not." Another sharp turn, although not as violent for my idiot's sake. I pulled up in front of the school and Eri bounced happily into the backseat.

"Hey, Daddy! Hi, Pops!" she said cheerfully. I sighed once more, then turned around to flash her a small smile.

"Hey, hon," I greeted her. I turned back to face forward and started on the return trip to U.A. "How was your day?"

"It was great! I have a boyfriend now," she giggled.

"You what?" I resisted the urge to slam the brakes and strangle whoever it was.

"Daddy, you know Kota already," she replied. "Y'know, the one with the red hat that has horns on it."

I sighed in relief. At least I knew where he lived. I could murder him more easily that way. "Yeah, I know Kota. So how come he's your boyfriend?"

"He wore his hat in class and the teacher told him to take it off, but he said he liked it because it matched my horn!"

Dammit, that's so cute. Move over, Hawks, this child will steal any girl's heart in a second. You got nothing on him.

"I wonder where he got that line from," Zashi tapped his chin. "Shouta, how mad would you be if hypothetically, I told him how to make Eri fall in love with him because he had a huge crush on her already?"

"Zashi, I swear to All Might, I will kick you out of this car right now if you don't tell me you're joking," I shot him the quickest death glare I could muster while paying attention to the road.

"I said it was hypothetical," he held his hands up in defense. "Besides, you wouldn't dare."

"Fine, I won't kick you out. I'll just kick you."

"Daddy, Kota's nice," Eri crosses her arms.

"Yeah, Daddy, Kota's nice," Zashi gave me a sly smile and fluttered his eyelashes.

I flushed for a second before muttering something about a divorce.

"Hey—"

"I was kidding," I sighed. "Just... just save that for later, will you? Stop using that terminology in front of our eight-year-old daughter."

"Yeah, Pops. Besides, he's my daddy, not yours," Eri huffed.

"Exactly," I said, and Zashi switched to puppy eyes.

"My sweet innocent baby..." he whined, and I fought off the urge to karate chop him in the neck.

"Yes, and she will stay that way." I drove silently for a little bit longer before asking, "Eri, do you think we should force Pops to make dinner or have whatever Lunch Rush brings over?"

"Lunch Rush for sure! Pops can't cook at all," she said very matter-of-factly, and I burst out laughing. "He tried to make me mac and cheese once. The key word is 'tried.'"

"Come on, Eri, way to throw me under the bus. And who the heck taught you how to be that sassy?"

"Hito," she shrugged, then her eyes widened. "Oops. He told me not to tell you."

I was doing my best to not die of laughter because one, that would probably scare Zashi, and two, we weren't at U.A. yet, which meant that traffic was being evil, and laughter wouldn't be the only thing I was dying of, or anyone else in here, for that matter.

"You know what? Thanks for letting me know. I'll be sure not to tell him that you told me about his sass lessons or whatever you two do together," Zashi decided.

"It wasn't on purpose, I overheard him talking to some of his friends and he made me promise not to tell you I heard anything. But I just have one other question," she said innocently.

"Yeah, hon?" I asked offhandedly, turning into the U.A. parking lot.

"What does 'shit' mean?"

Nobody knew what happened to my son or who strangled him.