My Hero Academia Oneshots

A Very Dadzawa Christmas pt 2

Same trigger warning as before: implied abuse

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Hizashi and Shinsou were back at the UA dorms almost immediately, taking their jackets off and placing their bags in Aizawa's teacher dorm in the 1A housing. With their noses still red from the cold, Hizashi gave Aizawa a quick kiss on the cheek, attempting to soothe the tense air. Why on earth would he have called them to spend break on campus, were they even allowed to?

"Sho, what's going on?" the taller of the two adults prodded as he led the other to the common area, plopping onto to couch and wrapping an arm around him for comfort. Shinsou, far to curious for his own good, stuck around to hear the conversation, thinking he also deserved to know why their holiday plans so suddenly shifted. He began making two cups of coffee, one for him and one for his evidently stressed father.

"Y/n," he started, wishing he didn't have to worry so much about his students. He inhaled a large, pensive breath and turned more toward his lover. "I have a suspicion they may not be safe at home." he gazed away, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips as his eyes met the ground, catching on the snow melting off of his husband's shoes. Hitoshi perked up from his spot eaves dropping by the coffee pot, and Hizashi's eyes drooped, knowing the stories of abused students at UA too well. It was the best of the best hero schools, after all. Too many students had been pushed to their limit to get in on behalf of their parents or guardians, and so many were hurt after only making it to general studies or not "pushing themselves hard enough" in hero training.

"Are they here still?" he asked, pushing a strand of his long blond hair behind his ear and keeping his other hand resting on the arm of the man he so adored next to him.

Aizawa nodded, his eyes glancing at Hizashi but quickly returning back to the carpet below them before he spoke again, "Yeah, they're in their dorm room, but I don't like the idea of them staying here alone all of break. Never mind that they could get into trouble, they're... a good kid- don't tell any of my students I said that- but this one isn't the type to wreak havoc. I just... I don't want them to do something brash and get hurt." His eyebrows creased with worry, prompting the blond at his side to rub his back.

"I can understand that." Hizashi could feel the tension in the room rising and knew his husband wanted to leave the discomfort as soon as possible. "Come on, let's get to your room and start getting ready for bed. It's going to be a long two weeks, but," he flashed his signature green, his eyes somehow more mesmerizing than before, Aizawa noticed, "I think it'll be fun!"

Shinsou sighed, discarding the second cup of coffee which hadn't finished brewing in time to surprise his father before they left.

"Why do they have to be so good-hearted?" He cursed to himself. "Aren't I enough?"

He knew his father. He knew he practically treated his students as his other children. He knew this week would focus on Y/n and trying to get them to feel safe enough to be honest. He knew their previous family plans- for their real family- would be put on hold, and he had been looking forward to some long awaited family time with his dads.

Tears began brimming in his eyes, but he wiped them away before he could let one slip.

"Geez, I can't go being jealous," he spoke to himself. "They did the same for me..." Of all the things he knew, he also knew his own backstory and how his father had rescued him from his birth home so long ago. If Y/n was going through anything like what he had experienced, he knew there was no one better to be their savior than his old man. He could only hope a new edition to the family, whether just for Christmas break or more permanent, wouldn't distract his parents too much and take their attention away from him.

Y/n awoke to their alarm rather abruptly, forgetting to turn it off now that they were on vacation. They grabbed their phone to scroll a little online before deciding to get up for the day, only hoping Aizawa had finished grabbing his things the night before and had already left. There was no reason for him to stay another night unless he was too lazy to go home late, they thought, but even if that were the case he would probably leave early in the morning.

They sighed, finally pulling the blankets to the side and rising out of bed. They didn't bother changing into presentable clothes and remained in their pajamas, assuming they were alone in the dorms, if not on all of campus. They unlocked their door, heading out with their headphones playing in their ears, melancholy lyrics implanting themselves into their subconscious on the elevator ride to the bottom floor to the kitchen. Perhaps they would find something suitable to eat at such an early time, or maybe they'd just end up with an extravagant breakfast of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. They expected there to be plenty of hot chocolate mix still left in the cabinet, which Midoriya had started a chain of buying for the whole class that the other students joined in on, each taking turns buying mix, whipped cream, marshmallows, and other fixings, but what they did not expect was the smell of pancakes wafting down the hall and the sound of singing ringing through the whole floor.

They shoved their headphones into their pocket and cautiously approached the kitchen, first noticing a mop of purple hair at the dining table.

"Shinsou?" they whispered to no one but themselves. They crept further, now standing in the entrance of the kitchen, confusion on full display on their face.

Their eyes met those of the pale boy at the table before them, his eyebags and hooded eyelids expressing nothing but a knack for insomnia and apathy, as he gave them a curt nod of greeting. They merely stared back, eye brow raised, until a familiar deep voice from across the kitchen drew their gaze away.

"Glad to see you awake before the pancakes were finished, wouldn't want you to eat breakfast cold."

Aizawa-sensei was here. He hadn't left. Not only did he not leave, but he invited more people.

Y/n's eyes trailed from the pancake toppings on the counter, back to Shinsou, who remained texting away on his phone, to the plate half full of pancakes of both plain and chocolate chip variety, to the tall, lean man making the pancakes, who they believed was Present Mic out of costume, and then back to their teacher whose coffee finished brewing, the steam rising as Aizawa blew on it as he walked to take a seat across from his son.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to take a seat with us? Hizashi will be finished with the pancakes soon, until then there's some bacon and eggs on the counter you can get started with. If you want strawberries on your pancakes, they're in the freezer so go ahead and get them out now so a few can thaw out in time." He flashed a small smile and he took a sip of coffee, not retracting at the burning heat or the bitterness of his morning kick.

He smiles?