~Inari's POV~

Aizawa and I parted ways after the coffee shop. I headed to the grocery store and he went to visit Kaminari's parents. I got all the ingredients I would need to make a mountain of hamburgers before picking up some extra toiletries like a new toothbrush, just in case he didn't have his own or needed a new one. I had no idea what he'd had time to grab and what friends might have helped him out with. As I exited the grocery store, I spotted Aizawa standing outside sporting a black eye.

"After shaming me for being violent, you chose violence?" I frowned.

"No. They chose violence." He grumbled.

"How the hell did that happen?" I took a step closer to get a better look at him, it was a pretty nasty bruise. I fished for a package of frozen fruit I got for smoothies out of my bag and handed it to him to press against his face.

"I arrived, told them who I was and asked if there was anything of Kaminari's I could take to him." He reported as he gingerly pressed the package of frozen fruit chunks against his face.

"And they punched you for that?" I frowned, even for assholes that seemed a bit too much, normally they needed a trigger.

"No...they used some language I wasn't fond of and all I could hear was your voice in my head and I called them shitty parents...to their faces." He sighed, "this is why I avoid parents at all costs." he grumbled.

"Because you want to tell them all they're shitty parents?" I asked with a smirk.

He threw me a one eyed glare as the other was concealed by frozen fruit.

I sighed, "you should have just given me their address and you wouldn't have gotten punched in the face." Seeing as he was empty handed, I assumed they hadn't given him any of Kaminari's belongings after punching him in the face.

"No, instead I'd be arresting you for murder. This is definitely preferred." He looked down at me curiously as I scanned the sidewalk looking at the various shops surrounding the grocery store. "What are you looking for?"

"As someone who has fled from their home with nothing more than a backpack full of things, it's nice when you do get things of your own, it makes you feel more 'normal' and not like some kind of reject. I was hoping you'd be able to get him some of his possessions so he'd have that sense of home, comfort and normalcy but shitty parents always find a way to ruin everything. So, I'm looking for a store that might have something he'd like." I noted.

Aizawa was quiet.

I looked up worried he was concussed only to find him watching me with a small smile. "What?"

"When I first met you, you threatened to shatter my dreams-."

"-IF you shattered my brother's dreams." I corrected him.

"And yet here you are trying to do everything in your power to make a teenager you don't even know feel safe and accepted." He continued. "It's nice to get to see the side of you that doesn't always want to fight with me."

"Keep talking like that and I will definitely fight with you." I huffed, causing him to chuckle softly. "Tell me about Kaminari, you're his teacher, you should know some things."

Aizawa thought for a moment and looked like he was ready to tell me Kaminari's life story. He began with, "he has an electrification quirk-."

"That's it! I know just the thing!" I squealed and shoved my groceries at him before racing off to the plushie store across the street without looking.

A car screeched to a stop and blasted their horn at me as they narrowly avoided hitting me. I flipped them off and kept running. I chanced a glance back at Aizawa and saw him shaking his head at me and muttering to himself. It was probably something along the lines of "why bother?". I bolted into the plushie store, startling the elderly man behind the counter.

After recovering from his shock he smiled kindly at me, "may I help you find something, young lady?"

"I need all the pikachu plushies!" I yelled, startling him again.

"Uh...okay...they're that way." He pointed warily.

I ran in the direction he pointed and started grabbing armfuls of various pikachu plushies. I nearly screamed when I found one wearing a shirt with a rainbow heart on it. Once I was satisfied with my mountain of pikachu plushies, I struggled to carry them to the counter.

The elderly man behind the counter stared at me wide eyed, "oh...I thought you were exaggerating...you were not."

"I was not." I agreed.

He chuckled and finished ringing them up before telling me my total. I dug a bunch of bills out of my bag and handed them over. "...that's a lot of singles..." He remarked suspiciously.

"I'm a stripper." I grumbled.

His cheeks reddened, "I-, oh-, uh-...that's nice..." He fidgeted nervously. "And the plushies are for?"

"My child." I frowned.

"Oh! How sweet, how old are they?" He asked politely.

"Sixteen."

His jaw dropped and he looked me over, "...um...that math does not appear to work..." he muttered to himself before handing me my change and carefully packing all the plushies into a large reusable shopping bag. "Have a lovely day." He laughed nervously as he handed me the bag.

"Thanks." I accepted the bag and rushed out of the store to find Aizawa standing outside holding my groceries. The frozen fruit appeared to have been returned to the bags. He glanced down at my bag overflowing with pikachus and cracked a smile.

"Say nothing." I hissed.

"Nothing." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him before looking up at him unsure of what to do. We'd gotten coffee... so now what? Did we just part ways? Though I didn't want to admit it, I didn't want him to leave, yet. Nervously, I shifted on my feet and dug the toe of my shoe into the sidewalk while avoiding making eye contact with him, "would you like to stay for dinner?"

There was a pause.

I looked back at him and noticed some color splashed across his cheeks.

"Sure." He replied with a small smile.

We walked back to my apartment, in silence. It was a comfortable silence and not something I was used to. It was nice. As we reached my apartment building my phone vibrated in my pocket. I opened the screen to find a text from one of my coworkers. It read: Queenie, someone called to book an appointment with you but they were kinda sketchy. They refused to give me a name and just asked if you'd be willing to meet them outside of the club?

I looked it over and thought for a moment. It wouldn't be the first time I'd had a client everyone else thought was sketchy. I'd had clients who weren't exactly law abiding citizens and they'd been nice enough to meet me at a Starbucks. Perhaps this was just another one of my villain clients. I responded back quickly: forward me the info I'll take care of it.

"Everything okay?" Aizawa asked curiously as I must have made some kind of face expressing my discontent with being contacted about work outside of work.

"Yeah, just work." I tucked my phone back into my pocket as we stepped into my apartment building.

The landlord and facilities manager were both staring at us shamelessly from behind the facilities manager's desk. When I looked in their direction they both scrambled to pick up something to pretend they were doing something. The landlord ended up grabbing a stapler and pressing it to his face as if it were a phone. The facilities manager picked up a romance novel and held it upside down in front of her. They both continued leering at us as we walked by. I flipped them off as we stepped onto the elevator, much to Aizawa's amusement.

"This seems like a lively place." He remarked.

I rolled my eyes and pressed the button for my floor.

As the elevator doors whooshed open on my floor, I spotted Karen standing angrily outside my apartment door tapping her foot in a huff. I groaned and headed in the direction of my apartment, as I got closer I realized why Karen was angrily standing outside my door. There was really loud music spilling out of my apartment. Karen swiveled on me the moment I got within earshot.

"What on earth is going on in there?!" She snapped.

"I'm hosting an orgy, just ran out to get some sustenance, it really takes a lot out of ya, gotta keep up our energy." I replied with a smile.

Aizawa let out what I could only imagine to be the most 'over it' sigh I'd ever heard a human utter and placed his head in his hand as if he needed a moment to compose himself. Karen's face turned an unhealthy shade of red.

"Wh-what?!" Karen screeched.

"Sorry, what part isn't making sense? Have you never been to an orgy Karen? It's a fucking amazing workout. Care to join us?" I smirked.

She let out a shriek that I think was supposed to be some kind of intelligible speech, but it was totally lost. She screeched again and ran to her apartment, red faced.

"I'm going to shit my pants if she goes and changes into a slutty nurse costume and comes back." I giggled.

Aizawa shook his head. His face was still somewhat shielded by his hand but from what I could see it was pretty red. I unlocked the door as loudly as I could to try and announce our arrival in case the boys were in the middle of a study session and was a little surprised to see them in the living room playing a VR game together. The loud music was coming from the game. It appeared they were wielding lightsabers and somehow making music. It looked hilarious as they narrowly avoided punching each other several times. I smiled and led Aizawa to the kitchen. I dug through the grocery bags for the random toiletries I'd gotten for Kaminari and took them and all the pikachu plushies to Hitoshi's room and set them all on the dresser. I spotted a stack of sticky notes on Hitoshi's desk and wrote a quick note that said 'Welcome to the Family Denki!' and set it on the pikachu plushie with the rainbow heart t-shirt.

I returned to the kitchen to find Aizawa putting groceries away. It was annoying, for some reason, that he was putting everything away in the right spot. He looked up as I stepped into the kitchen and scowled at him. His lips pulled into a small smile and he shook his head at me before continuing with what he was doing.