Breaking

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3rd person pov

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     Shinsou sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, on one of the bar stools. He slowly munched on a piece of slightly burnt toast his dad had made for him.

Hizashi(Present Mic) could not cook. Everyone knew it. Last time he tried cooking a meal for his family, it ended with almost burning the house down. So when the morning of his son's first day in class 1-A, he was going to do something special for him... if only he could have done it without his husband Aizawa knowing...

As soon as Aizawa saw Zashi pulling out pots and pans, he immediately wrapped his loud husband up with his capture scarf, pulling him in close.

"Zashi... dont you dare..."

"S-Sho! W-what are you talking about?" He laughed nervously.

"Last time you did this, you almost burnt down the fucking house... I can make him toast or something."

"Awe, Sho... please...." Hizashi gave him puppy dog eyes as he spoke. "Today's special, and I wanna do something nice for him..."

"IF. I let you make him toast, you will owe me. If you burn down the house... " Shota left the threat at that, so Hizashi's imagination could run wild.

Hizashi jumped up and down, his hair falling out of his messy bun from the jolting movements.

"I wont! I promise!" He gave Aizawa a quick peck on the lips before spinning around and grabbing bread from the pantry.

Aizawa felt himslef smile slightly at his over enthusiastic husband that was now watching the toaster intently.

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Hizahsi was scrolling through social media on his phone when Shinsou walking into the kitchen to get breakfast before going to school.

"Papa, what's burning?" (Hizashi is pops/papa, and Shota is dad).

"Oh, Shit!!!" Hizashi screeched, jumping up, and knocking the chair he was previously sitting in, sideways on the floor. He rushed over to the toaster, and popped out the completely black bread... or what used to be bread.

Shinsou stared at him in an amused way, smirking slightly.

"Oh please Hitoshi, please dont tell your dad!" Hizashi begged his son.

"Tell me what?" Shota said as he walked into the kitchen to stand beside his son, with the same, amused expression on his face.

Hizashi screeched, accidentally throwing the bread into the air. When it landed on the hardwood floor, it shattered into pieces, just to prove how burnt it was...

Shinsou sighed and shook his head slightly while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Never trust you to make anything..." he muttered as he went to put another piece of bread in the toaster and clean up the black pile of ash that used to be called toast, but it was still heard by his dads. Hizashi blushed profusely, trying to hide behind his son, while Aizawa glared at him. However, there was still a glint of amusement in his eyes.

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Hitoshi finished his toast, and brushed the crumbs off of his uniform, before grabbing his backpack and following his dads to the car, so they could all drive to school together.

Aizawa and Hizashi, being teachers and all, had to be at the school hours early, especially on the first day.

They got in the car and drove to U.A., where Hitoshi would meet new friends, and a boy that he would happily give his life for.

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I feel like I'm mostly gonna write in Kami's pov, but I'll probably end up switching back and forth a lot. Thanks for reading! Have and amazing day/night!

~N_M 🖤

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