Not Enough Time | Dadzawa |

Chapter Two

| Third Person POV |

"W-why do y-you want me?" Dubbing him okay, for now, the doctors left the two alone to talk.

"You need a family. I have a husband, another adopted child, and two kittens. It's a small house and has an extra room."

"O-okay...W-when do I l-leave here?"

"Two hours. Take your medicine." Midoriya hesitantly opened the pill bottle, drowning two pills with the cup of water set aside for him. He laid back onto the new bed (the other one was soaked with blood.)

Aizawa left the room, heading to the front desk to start filling out the paperwork to take Midoriya home, and pulling out the adoption papers from a bag Yamada dropped off because he's too lazy to do that sh*t himself.

The two hours passed by quickly and Midoriya was home free at last. The duo was silent as the sickly child took in the fact he was being adopted AND by a hero nonetheless as he didn't know Yamada was actually Present Mic.

A black truck pulled up in front of them blasting music as the window rolled down. The tinted windows reflected the sunlight, casting it out everywhere.

"P-Present M-Mic?!" He was still in his hero costume, he got over his short flu, and laughed at Midoriyas outburst of bewilderment. Almost fainting at the sight of another pro hero he adored, he was kind of gently shoved into the car as he was too busy gawking at the thought of being adopted by two pro heroes.

"How are you today little listener?!"

"O-okay I g-guess?" Yamada laughed and Aizawa punched him in the shoulder to get a move on. You would think with Yamada behind the wheel they'd be flying down at top speeds but surprisingly he kept that law unbroken. For once at least.

Upon arriving the tiny house Aizawa spoke of wasn't so tiny after all, it was basically a mansion in the middle of nowhere. It was a compromise, nobody around, and a big house to yell in. Which was also constantly sprayed for bugs.

The front door was opened by our favorite purple-haired boy, Shinso.

"Hi." A simple word was spoken before he disappeared.

"Hey Hito!" Yamada responded to the retreating boy.

"Y-Your house i-isn't tiny at a-all Eraserhead."

"Call me Dad or Aizawa, I hate my hero name somebody made up for me."

"Call me Pops!" Yamada chimed in carrying groceries he pulled out from the trunk.

"O-okay?" Midoriya responded before entering their house. "T-his is e-enormous!" He whispered to himself while being guided to the kitchen.

"Let me take you on the tour little listener!" Yamada said from wherever he disappeared to. "Shota! Start making dinner!"

"Dumba** husband..."

"LANGUAGE SHOTA!"

"DUMBA** HUSBAND!" (He said this in English hehe)

"BE QUIET YOU TWO! DAD! YOU AREN'T THE ONLY INSOMNIAC HERE SO SHUT THE F*CK UP!"

"W-wow." Was the only word Midoriya spoke in regards to this beautiful family conversation. "D-does this ha-happen all the ti-time?" He said to one of the kittens that was rubbing itself on his leg.

Yamada soon appeared while Midoriya picked up the kitten stroking its black fur. The collar around its neck said its name was Kimiko.

"Kimiko likes you! Awww! Let's go!" Still holding the kitten they took a tour ending on Midoriya's new room.