Warnings for this chapter: Cussing, Misgendering, and Deadnaming.
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"Shinsō, there you are." Shōta walks up to the nervous teenager. He gives his teacher a small smile before looking down at his twin siblings. They were incredibly nervous too.
"Momo-chan told me that you, Mic-Sensei, and Nemu–Midnight–Sensei will be taking us in." Hitoshi scratches his neck nervously. "A-are you sure? I don't–we're fine with going into the foster care system, as long as we're together. Or if there's a way I can be–"
"We're sure, Shinsō. We made the decision ourselves," Shōta interrupts Hitoshi's rambling. "You'll be staying with us until your mother has been put in prison. Heroes can hold temporary custody over any child during an investigation."
Hitoshi blinks in surprise before laughing breathlessly. He nods his head, looking down at his younger siblings again.
"Let's get going. Hizashi went to grab the car." Shōta starts walking towards the exit where Nemuri stood waiting for them.
"Is Hizashi–"
"Yes. You will be seeing all three of us quite often since we live together," The man says, making Hitoshi blink in surprise.
"You're all–"
"Engaged," He clarifies. "We don't have enough room for one kid let alone three, but we'll make sure to make you three feel at home."
Hitoshi snorts bitterly, glaring to the side. "Anything's better than living in that house."
"Let's get this show on the road!" Present Mic–Hizashi–shouts as he skids to a halt in front of them. Hitoshi blinks in surprise and Himari jumps up in excitement.
"Hizashi! You'll scare them if you drive, let me!" Nemuri exclaims while she strides over. The blonde, out of his costume, pouts before sticking out his tongue in defiance.
"I am a fantastic driver!" The indigo haired teenager laughs quietly at Shōta's exasperated expression.
The black haired man pinches the bridge of his nose. "How did I ever agree to marry you two?"
"I want Present Mic to drive!" Himari signs brightly, jumping up and down. Hayate makes a noise in agreement, raising a hand like it was a vote. Hizashi grins in satisfaction, waving a hand at the twins.
"See?"
"He's already in the driver's seat." Hitoshi raises his hand lazily, stuffing the other in his pocket.
"What the kid said. Let's go," Shōta says tiredly, opening the passenger door and getting in. Nemuri pouts slightly and rolls her eyes before getting in the backseat.
"Don't say I didn't warn you all~," She mutters under her breath while Hitoshi helps his younger siblings into the car.
"Midnight! Midnight! How'd you fall in love with a zombie like Eraserhead?" The young girl asks curiously, making the woman burst out laughing.
"Himari!" Hitoshi scolds lightly while he closes the car door. Hayate giggles before making himself comfortable in Hitoshi's lap.
"What?! I'm curious!"
"Shōta is a bit of a zombie, isn't he?" Nemuri whispers to the three year old. Hitoshi grunts in surprise when Hizashi speeds away, instinctively gripping the car door.
"Shit..." He mutters. Color drains from his face. He made a horrible decision. Nemuri should've driven.
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