Aizawa discovers Kaminari's past and family situation, and does everything he can to make sure he is ok.

TW: R@pe, pedophilia

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Denki's bare feet padded on the sidewalk as he held his arms over his chest, he was shaking as the rain gushed over him. He was only in his button up and boxers as he mindlessly wandered across the barely lit streets. His mind kept telling him to go back to his house, he left everything he needed there. In his haste to escape, he forgot his clothes, his schoolbag, even his phone. He felt all the unwanted hickeys and marks singe his soul, his fingers would gently graze them as if his mind was still trying to see if they were real.

He knew he needed to go back, but he couldn't, not when he knew he'd still be there. Denki was ok with waiting until the sun came up or hell, even until noon, so long as he was sure he wouldn't be there. Denki managed to find a bus stop with an overhang, a perfect shelter from the drenching downpour the world decided had to happen that night. He knew nobody would be coming by this late and the fluorescent lights actually gave off some decent warmth. He ran inside and noted how bugs were also seeming to take shelter from the rain and huddle onto the light fixture. He sat on the metal bench, flinching a bit as his ass burned from pressure, and subconsciously got into the fetal position.

He doesn't know how long he sat there, all he knew was that he was cold, wet, hungry, but above all he was exhausted. The light had only seemed to attract more bugs and made him feel sticky with humid air. His senses had been sent into overdrive after everything that had happened, but now that he was alone, he finally felt the adrenaline leave him and his mind alone. His eyes began to close when he heard slow-paced footsteps in the distance, the adrenaline finding its way back into his veins.

Then, the pace changed, the footsteps were rapidly approaching. Denki curled into himself more, gulping down his fear and preparing to stun the owner of the footsteps. His electricity fizzed around his fingers and his body trembled with any spare energy it could muster. Denki's hyper awareness to the footsteps made his mind fog, he couldn't focus on anything else except the way the owner must have been quite a distance away to have been running with such stride at that pace. When they finally stopped, whoever had been running towards him was probably right in front of him.

Denki felt the electricity on his fingers dissipate, he could no longer use his quirk. His mind was racing, this person was right in front of him and he could no longer defend himself with his quirk. His mind couldn't connect the dots, nor find reason, as he growled at his lack of control in this whole situation. This entire night had just gone to complete shit, but he would never give up, that wasn't his style. He was about to pounce onto the person, when an all too familiar voice rung into his ears-

"Kaminari!" the voice that had always felt like velvet now dripped with worry and unexpected energy. Denki's eyes shot open, finally realizing he had clenched them shut, and looked to the man he had come to know as his sensei, his face contorted in an unreadable expression.

"S-sensei," Kaminari felt his fear melt. Aizawa always had that effect on him, always making him know he was safe. Aizawa quickly bent down, taking stock of Denki's injuries before gently petting his head.

"Kaminari, are there any other injuries aside from your external ones I need to worry about? Do you need a hospital?" Denki shook his head. Aizawa huffed and brushed a few stray hairs from Denki's face. He noted how Denki's injuries all corresponded with sex crimes, and a part of that made his blood boil, "you're shaking like a leaf, how long have you been outside like this?"

"I-I dunno, I left my ph-phone back h-home. B-but I c-can't go back home y-yet. Please, d-don't make me go b-back home to him,"

Aizawa shook his head, petting Denki's hair. His teeth grinded together as he took a few deep breaths, he had to stay in check or else he risked someone unfamiliar intervening on the case. That was the last thing he wanted for Denki, he didn't want a stranger coming in and poking their head into his kid's business. Aizawa shook his head, Denki was his student, not his kid.

"Of course I won't send you back, I'll have you escorted back to my place. Mic just got done with his show, so I'll ask him to come pick you up. I need to finish my patrol, but when I get home, we'll get everything straightened out. Ok?"

There was something about the certainty in Aizawa's tone that made Denki feel warm. It had been such a long night and Aizawa made it all better by just the sound of his voice. That warmth that Denki had been aching for the entire night had finally filled his chest. He leaned into Aizawa more, nuzzling him and nodding to his question.

"Thank you, sensei," Aizawa nodded, but felt his entire soul light up in rage. Denki: bright, happy, jokester, comedic genius Denki, sounded so fucking broken. Aizawa couldn't help but nearly cry at the thought of this happening to his kid, sorry his student, before. Sex crimes like this aren't often one time offenses. His blood continued to light in his veins at the thought of some monster touching and hurting Denki like this, a mere child who had already been through way too much. He finally got ahold of his temper, got out his phone, and dialed up his husband.

"Shouta, to what do I owe the pleasure~"

"Hizashi, I need your help," the urgency and, some may dare say, fear lacing his voice was clear.

"What's happening and what do you need?" The tone shift was immediate, as if a switch had been flipped inside of Present Mic's brain.

"I have Kaminari here, obvious signs of a Code 261.5,"

Denki gulped. They had gone over police codes in heroics so if the police ever radioed for their assistance, they could help. Code 261.5 was the code used for the raping of a minor. His sensei knew what had happened to him, but he honestly was ok with that, because he trusted Aizawa with his fucking life.

"ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW?!" There was so much anger in Present Mic's voice, it made Aizawa shiver. Denki could even hear his voice blare from Aizawa's receiver, "WHERE ARE YOU TWO, I'M ON MY WAY!"

"We're located at the bus stop in the Giko district,"

"TELL HIM I'M COMING AS FAST AS I CAN!" The quick dial tone was just as loud as his voice as he hung up. Aizawa sighed and bent back down, going back to petting Denki. Denki leaned into his hand more, as if Aizawa was petting a cat. Aizawa sighed sadly at the small action, he knew Denki must have really needed comfort and warmth. He sat down on the bench and gently took Denki into his lap, clutching his arms around him protectively.

"Kaminari, when you get home, I want you to take a nice bath. Tell Mic if you need anything, we will give you anything you need,"

Denki cuddled closer to Aizawa, clutching his shirt and nodding as a sign of acknowledgement. Aizawa kept rubbing his head, trying his best to quell all the rage that coursed through his body.

Mic's car screeched to a stop when he got to them, Denki nearly jumped a foot in the air and probably would have fallen if Aizawa hadn't held him. Mic was in front of him not even a second later, his hair down and his ever present grin nowhere in sight. Denki looked longer at his sensei's face, noting how his features were the exact opposite of his usual happy self. Denki could feel his sensei's emotions swirling in his green gaze: anger, disgust, hurt, and sadness. Mic took in Denki's shaking frame from Aizawa's protective hold and gently hoisted him up, treating him like glass as he was set in a princess carry.

"Make sure he gets taken care of, I'll be home in a few hours," Aizawa's voice sounded distant. He could faintly hear Mic's response, but couldn't piece together what exactly was said. Black spots began to gather in the corners of his vision and suddenly, his body seemed to lose any function. Mic clutched him harder and Denki could vaguely hear his senseis call out to him as his mind faded.

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Denki was well aware that his upbringing was far from the normal, happy childhood most kids had.

His mere existence was an accident, a case of poor contraception between two college sweethearts. His mother, a quirkless theater kid named Hayami, and his father, a hero named Ereku Puranto. They met in London at a small coffee shop and had fallen in love. The two had only been dating a year when Denki was conceived and Ereku was quick to propose to Hayami. When Denki had been born, he took after his mother in looks. The only strange difference was the black stripe on Denki's bang, which no doubt came from his father, who had black hair and an electrical quirk.

Things were ok for a year until Ereku, also known as Elecplant, got a job offer in America. It would have paid a lot better, but also put them in a more dangerous area. Hayami, afraid for their son, didn't wish to leave their small village in England. She voiced this to him, adding had it been Japan she would be more open, but working in America had always been his dream. The two agreed mutually that a divorce was the proper answer.

It was a quick and quiet process, and Hayami was forced to sever all her ties to him so that any scandal could be avoided. It wasn't like they posted anything online and nobody knew much about his personal life. His costume, along with just his general distaste for social media, made it much easier to hide the fact he was married and had a kid.

Hayami was forced to raise Denki with just her income, but found herself coming up short with her payments. She was merely a high school drama and literature teacher. She knew that without Ereku's income that she would inevitably need to get a promotion or move, she decided on the latter. She moved back to Japan, into her family home, and raised Denki in a bilingual and theater heavy household. It was ok, though, even if every month they scraped by.

When Denki turned three, his quirk manifested, and Hayami was sad to see it was basically just like his father's. She invested as much money as she could to help her son, and took him to many doctors. His quirk had caused him many neurodivergent disorders, such as ADHD. He also developed Epilepsy and had frequent seizures. Hayami had a very hard time keeping up with the medical costs and became desperate. She took any and all job offers, which is how she ended up meeting Denki's stepfather: Orochi.

Orochi was wealthy, very wealthy. He owned a pretty notable tech company and worked with many hero agencies to aid in producing their gear. Not even a month into dating Hayami and he had moved her and Denki into his mansion to live. He paid for all of Denki's medical needs without a second thought and Hayami couldn't have been more grateful. The three lived very comfortable lives, filled with joy and happiness, until tragedy struck.

At the age of five, he lost his mother to a villain attack, which meant his stepfather would have guardianship of him. Orochi was consumed with grief at the loss of Hayami, but kept his composure to the public eye. He kept the business running so that he could help Denki, who had managed to gain a lot more control over his quirk. He was proud of Denki, he truly was.

Denki was just like his mother, happy and funny and kind. He liked to feed the ducks in the pond, climb trees in the park, and draw in his bay window. He liked going to the beach, singing while he cooked, and dancing to fun music. But, more than anything, he loved dressing up in his mom's clothes. Orochi couldn't count the times he saw Denki asleep on the couch, cuddled into one of his mom's shirts or saw him wearing one of her dresses. It began to drive him insane, how much the two were similar. Anytime Orochi spared Denki a glance, all he saw was Hayami. He kept himself together for as long as he could, he really did.

PEDOPHILIA STARTS NOW, PLEASE SKIP UNTIL THE STORY BETWEEN THE X'S IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ

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It was the night of Denki's sixth birthday, everybody had gone home with tummies filled with cake and soda, laughter still seeming to echo in the driveway despite all the guests having been long gone. Denki had already gotten into one of his mother's pajama shirts, a red long-sleeved button up with pink hearts all over it. It was part of a set Orochi had gotten for Hayami on Valentine's Day, but obviously Denki was way too short for the pants. It didn't matter, the shirt was basically a nightgown on Denki.

He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, watching an American cartoon. Orochi felt every ounce of his resolve slipping. He had consumed a few beers while socializing with the parents and his mind began to fog. Sweat was dripping down his neck and face as he gazed at Denki, licking his lips. As the closing song played in the background, he watched as Denki got up and turned off the TV.

He watched him stretch out his back, raising the shirt just enough for Orochi to get a look at Denki's thighs. He watched as Denki bent over slightly, to fluff out the pillow he had been leaning on. He watched him take the rest of the paper plates and cups, cleaning the area up. The final straw was when Denki, with a wipe in hand, bent over the coffee table and began to wipe it down. Orochi's resolve shattered to pieces and he quickly approached, kneeling right behind him.

He snagged Denki's hips with both his hands, finding himself panting. Denki was startled and quickly looked at Orochi, his face innocent and worried.

"Daddy, is something wrong?" he asked softly. Orochi felt his heart melt, turned Denki's body so he was laying on his back against the coffee table.

"You look so much like Hayami, it drives me crazy. I'm sorry, Denki, but I can't hold back anymore. You just look so much like her," Orochi ripped off Denki's underwear and unzipped his pants, "just know that's I'm sorry, Denki, I would have never done this before. But, you look so much like her, I'm sorry,"

"Daddy! You're scaring me!"

"I'm so sorry," was all he whispered before it finally happened.

Denki's mind seems to block out some of it, like his memory is locking it away on purpose and only gives him bits and pieces. Denki remembers his cries of pain and Orochi's constant apologizing. He remembers how those apologies quickly turned into moans, even as he continued to plead for him to stop. He remembers the shaking creaks of the coffee table with each thrust getting quicker and harder, as Orochi's hands clutched his tiny wrists to keep him from pushing or smacking him. He remembers Orochi calling him by his mother's name multiple times as the thrust became erratic until the feeling of something warm flowed into him. He remembers the thrusts began to slow before Orochi kissed his lips. Finally, he remembers Orochi's face as the kiss stopped, a sickening smile and lidded eyes.

"D-daddy," Denki had tears glomping down his cheeks.

"Shhh, you did so good for daddy. This will be our little secret,"

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His mind seemed to be merciful that time, considering he remembers every moment for the rest of them. He can't stop himself from crying as the nightmares continue around him. The world seemed to be torturing him, taunting him. Until everything began fading, and Denki felt like he could breathe again, he was finally waking up.

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Denki woke up in a warm bed, sunlight was peeping through the shades of the room he was in. He slowly sat up, looking around the relatively large room and trying to remember what had happened. He noticed something bright yellow in the corner of the room, a familiar sight to him that finally brought light to the current situation.

His senseis had figured out what was happening to him and were going to help him. He looked down and noticed he was in a purple hoodie and black sweatpants, just by size he knew they were Shinso's. The two had become best friends after surviving two wars, multiple villain attacks, and their first year. The two were basically brothers at this point.

Denki smelt himself and realized not only were his wounds all taken care of, but he was bathed. Present Mic probably bathed him, he knew the fellow loud blonde loved him like a son, they shared a love for American culture and were both fluent English-speakers. If only Present Mic and Aizawa were his parents, then he could finally be happy. He made his way out of bed and quickly made it, since it was the polite thing to do. He then scurried down the hall and down the stairs.

Eri and Shinso were on the couch, watching some vintage anime. He heard a conversation in the kitchen, so he figured Aizawa and Mic were in there. Denki felt like he was intruding on something very personal, sure he's had sleepovers with Shinso and has been here many times before. But, for some reason, last night's events made this feel like he was out of place.

He wasn't kept to his thoughts long, though, as Eri noticed his presence. Her smile beamed light like the sun as he knelt on the couch cushion and put her arms up on the backing, setting herself up and keeping herself balanced.

"Denki-chan!" Eri shot off the couch and ran to him, hugging him tightly, "Onii-san! You didn't tell me you had Denki-chan over last night! I'm so happy you're here! We can watch anime together and hang out! Will you braid my hair?! Pretty please!" Denki smiled tiredly and nodded, laughing at her enthusiastic smile, "Yay!"

Shinso looked at Denki with knowing eyes, but smiled as Eri dragged him over. She sat on the area rug in front of Denki as he gently combed through her hair with his fingers. Shinso slipped a hand around him and placed it on his shoulder, giving him a small squeeze as Denki quickly did a french braid.

"We wanted to surprise you! Denki-chan is spending the whole day with us!" Shinso gave him a small smile, but his eyes were sharp and sad. Denki only needed to side-glance him once to know that Shinso had probably known. He was a night owl, so he was most likely up when Mic had come home. Mic probably relaid some information, nothing too specific, but enough for Shinso to get the picture.

"Yay! All day!" Eri cheered. Aizawa came into the hallway and coughed as Denki finished tying the braid off. The three looked to the tired teacher, who had a mug of coffee in his hand and his hair in a messy bun.

"Eri, would you mind helping me set the table?" Eri nodded and got up, kissing both their cheeks as she skipped off. Aizawa smiled at her, but gave the two boys a sad glance as he walked away. Denki sighed and rubbed his neck before looking at Shinso, who hugged Denki tightly. Denki was nearly crushed in his embrace but didn't focus on that, all he could feel was Shinso trembling as he clutched his smaller body closer to his.

"We are going to make sure that disgusting bastard pays for what he did. I don't care if I have to brainwash him off a fucking cliff, hero career be damned," Denki hugged him back, chuckling.

"What a nice gesture, but it's ok, it wasn't the first time," Shinso's eyes shot open.

"Wait a fucking second, what does that-"

"BREAKFASTTTTT~" Mic screamed from the kitchen, cutting Shinso off. He grunted and looked at Denki with a pointed glare.

"This conversation is not over," He spoke darkly as the two made their way to the table for some pancakes and eggs.

The whole day seemed to be filled with fun and laughter, Denki could only dream of something like this as his family dynamic. They had gone for just a day out in the city, stopping at the arcade, polishing off some pizza for lunch, going shopping at some cute stores, and finishing the day with ice cream before heading home to watch a movie. Of course, the fun ended once Eri was asleep. Everybody else gathered around the dining table after she had gotten tucked in, Aizawa with a pad and pen in hand.

"Witness statements are crucial for crimes like this, Kaminari, so be as open as you wish. But, just know, the more information we have, the more solid a case we can build," Aizawa clicked the pen, "what is your name?"

"Denki Kaminari,"

"Your age and birthdate,"

"Sixteen, June 29th,"

"Did you know your assaulter?"

"Yes, he's my stepfather, Orochi,"

"Was this the first time he assaulted you?"

There was a pause, which was enough of an answer to everybody. But, they still needed verbal confirmation. Denki gulped and took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"No,"

Aizawa gripped the pen tighter as he wrote the answer.

"If you remember and are comfortable sharing, when was the first time he assaulted you?" Denki could feel the tension in every fiber of his being, he was scared of their reactions, but he was finally getting help. He was finally getting an escape. Shinso, who was sitting beside him, reached under the table and gently clasped his hand. Denki looked at him and Shinso simply gave him an encouraging nod. Denki felt a smile stretch across his face, but it fell quicker than it appeared as he looked to his sensei.

"The night of my sixth birthday party,"

The answer made everybody's anger flare: Shinso growled a guttural growl, Mic clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white, and Aizawa straight up snapped the pen in half. Ink stained his hand, but he made sure the pad was spared of any of the mess. Aizawa quickly evened out his breathing before standing up.

"Apologies, let me clean up this mess and we can continue shortly. You two can go wait in the living room for a bit," Aizawa bit out through gritted teeth. Both Shinso and Denki nodded, Shinso snatching Denki's hand and dragging him out of there. They didn't even make it to the couch before they heard the sound of wood splintering.

"Shouta!" Mic tried to wind him in, but the raven-haired man didn't stop. He smashed another punch through his chair, his chest heaving.

"A decade, Hizashi, that boy has been getting raped and assaulted for a fucking decade! That son-of-a-bitch is lucky I'm letting authorities handle this case from this point on, because I'd fucking kill him before he could even get to prison!"

"I don't doubt that, Shouta, but you know damn well with that man's influence that every step needs to be done by the book or else there is no case at all. Orochi no doubt will have a team of lawyers trying to dissect every part of this case, if they find out that you lost your shit they'll exploit that and force Denki to do this all over again with strangers he doesn't trust! So, calm down, wash up, and I'll make sure this chair ends up as firewood,"

Shinso felt his jaw clench, he knew Denki suffered this before. But, a decade, ten years of what was undoubtedly some of the worst trauma a person could experience. He felt his own rage match his adoptive fathers'. But, Mic was right, Denki's stepfather was a powerful man. They needed to do everything by the book, or else they risk the case being dismissed as a whole.

After a few minutes, the group continued their interview. Denki recounted what he could from the first time, which called for a thirty minute recess when Aizawa nearly lost his shit again. When all was said and done, Aizawa had his witness report and Denki felt a little better. He spent the rest of the weekend with the family until school came.

Denki felt a bit better knowing that would be the day authorities planned to arrest his stepfather. He got to class, talked to his friends, and just continued his day like normal. When lunch came around, he settled on watching the TVs in the cafeteria. They were new and ran during school hours, just so everybody could keep updated on hero, business, and world news. Suddenly, all of the TVs flashed breaking news. The whole cafeteria went quiet, worried it may have been a villain attack.

"Sad news today in the world of business, as Orochi Futikoma, head of Gear Up Incorported, has commited suicide," Denki felt his blood run cold as he dropped his chopsticks. His gang took notice of Denki's change in demeanor as he watched the TV, "police had originally gathered outside his office to arrest him for suspected rape and sexual assault charges, only to find his deceased body. He leaves behind his company, as well as his beloved son whom he cared dearly for, Denki Kaminari,"

Denki's stomach lurched and he bolted from the cafeteria, his friends shouting for him. He couldn't stop, he needed to vomit. He ran into the bathroom and burst open the furthest stall, puking anything he had in his stomach up. Tears flew down his face as anger and pain shredded his mind, his muscles convulsing as he felt cold sweat bead around his brow. The bathroom door opened and rapid footsteps came to his side, Shinso holding him and keeping his bangs out of the way.

"I-I thought he would finally pay for everything he did to me," Denki cried as he puked again. Shinso began to cry as well, shushing him and rubbing his back.

"Shh, Denki, it's going to be ok. Now, you will never need to see him again, think of it like that," Denki nodded as he finally got a chance to breathe. Shinso gave him a water bottle so he could rinse his mouth, before standing up and flushing the vile smelling chunks down the toilet. Shinso then offered him some of his lunch, which was miso soup made by Mic the previous night. Denki happily ate as much as he felt he needed before heading back.

When he got back to the classroom, everybody shot up and ran to him.

"We're so sorry for your loss, Kaminari,"

"We're here for you, Kaminari,"

"Everything will be ok, Kaminari,"

"We'll help you grieve together, Kaminari,"

That one made his snort, a low chuckle emitting from his shaking frame. Shinso knew something snapped, because he knew Denki was not going to grieve in the way everybody thought. He wasn't devastated at the loss of Orochi, he was devastated by the loss of closure he was going to receive when Orochi was finally arrested. But, nobody knew that, they didn't know Denki's pain, which is probably why they were all so confused by his laughter. Shinso wouldn't lie, the low laughter scared him a bit too.

"I'm happy he's gone,"

"Kaminari!!!" Iida screamed.

"Did you guys not hear why the police were there?" Kaminari asked, looking at his classmates. Todoroki nodded and stood up.

"Suspected rape and sexual assault charges," Kaminari laughed dryly.

"'Suspected' my foot, they weren't suspected, they probably worded it that way to save face for the company his minor son is about to take over. The same son he's been raping since he was six years old, because he looked so much like his mother that he, an adult, couldn't stand it," he gripped his arms and dug his nails into his skin.

"Kamibro," Sero sounded hurt.

"The son that, for a decade, allowed himself to be subjugated to being fondled and groped and raped because he pitied the man who took care of his stupid medical problems because his quirk gave him ADHD and Epilepsy,"

"Dude, you don't need to-" Kirishima tried to stop him, but Denki continued.

"The son who was finally about to get some damn closure, and now has no fucking way to recieve it! Because that son, the one standing before you, will never have the satisfaction of seeing the man who spent ten years treating him like a sex toy, be imprisoned, or shunned, or even arrested!" Denki's tears flew down his cheeks and his whole body wracked with sobs.

That's when he felt somebody hug him, someone muscular and warm. The embrace was tight and protective, making Denki feel safe and secure in the hold. Every muscle began turning to goo as a calloused hand made its way through his hair, soothing him. He felt the person's warmth breath on his neck, as his face was pressed into the hugger's. The faint smell of caramel, made by his nitroglycerin sweat, finally gave Denki the full picture of who was hugging him.

"You do not need to justify your trauma to anyone, Denki," the raspy voice he had come to love and cherish spoke with authority, "I'll blow any bitch extra to the fucking moon if they say otherwise. We all know what it means to hurt, Denki, and we understand that you're in pain in so many ways. So, don't for a second think you owe us an explanation for your emotions, we understand enough," Denki wrapped his arms around Bakugo's neck, his crying beginning to soften. His entire body wracked with sobs, but relaxed in Bakugo's embrace.

"Thank you, Katsuki," he whispered. Bakugo grunted in response, holding Denki closer. His bulked up arms were tender as he kept Denki close, making sure the zappy blonde felt comfortable. Nobody intruded on the hug, it was far too personal for anyone else to join.

Weeks passed in a blur, but Denki inherited Orochi's company and all his assets. He received a letter addressed to him, and found it to be an apology from his stepfather. He explained how he never planned for things to turn out the way they did, and he wished he could just go back in time and slap himself. He expressed how he despised himself, because he knew it was wrong. He finally expressed how much Denki meant to him and wished they could have remained a normal family.

Thinking back, he always remembered Orochi being extremely remorseful after they finished. Normally, aftercare was given to him and Denki often got toys or gifts as a way to make up for the pain. That was what made a lot of people sad, Denki was only ever told once to keep this messed up relationship with Orochi a secret. Every other time, Denki simply chose not to dwell on it. His younger self didn't realize until much later how it wasn't normal, but even then there was some part of Denki that couldn't bring himself to tell. Looking back, it was probably because everything else was fantastic aside from that: he was given everything he wanted, fed and clothed in whatever his style was, and got all of his needs met. The dread of having all that be taken away once he realized what could happen to Orochi was too scary for his young mind to bear.

If he had to guess, the apology was genuine, but it didn't change a spec on how Denki felt on the matter. He was only thankful that his stepfather's death gave him so much money, this way he could help people. He ended up selling the business for more than enough money to Iida's family, since Tensei had been feeling out of place for a while. Iida nearly cried when Denki told Tensei that he was going to be the Chairman and CEO, since he still deserves to be a hero. It would be the moment Tenya and Denki became first-name basis friends. Denki was happy with the setup, he was basically setting himself up for life with all the fortune he kept stowed away.

It was in the final month of his second year that Denki was sitting down at the dining table with Aizawa and Mic, both smiling widely with a manilla envelope in front of them. Denki had been so busy trying to figure out everything regarding his stepfather's company that he sometimes forgot Aizawa and Mic took guardianship of him. The two looked at each other, before looking at Denki.

"Denki, we've been your legal guardians for a few months now, and it has been a blast. You're going to turn seventeen soon, so, we were wondering if, perhaps-" Aizawa was interrupted.

"We want to adopt you!" Mic yelled in a giddy frenzy.

"Hizashi!" Aizawa scolded.

"You were taking too long, Shouta, I wanna know his answer!" Aizawa facepalmed and sighed. Denki felt himself freeze, the words replaying constantly. The memories of all the familial bonding done began flashing through his mind. Tears misted up Denki's eyes, blurring his vision. They streamed down his face like rampant rivers and onto the table, a wobbly smile gracing his lips.

"You mean it?!" his voice cracked. Both Aizawa and Mic nodded, smiling. Denki's nose sniffled and he nodded, doing his best to wipe away his tears, "yes! Yes, of course you can adopt me!" Denki opened the envelope and signed all the highlighted parts, careful not to drip his tears onto the documents. He slammed the folder shut and ran to the other side of the table, both adults shooting up and embracing him tightly. Noise makers and streamers flew out, and Denki looked to see Eri with multiple noise makers and Shinso with a noise maker in one hand and a streamer cannon in the other.

"Yay! Denki-chan is finally Denki-nii!" Eri jumped and marched around the dining area, "Denki-nii! Denki-nii! Denki-nii!" The men all laughed at her chant.

"Welcome to the family, Denki-nii," Shinso teased, making Denki quiver. He shot Shinso a weird look and shook his head.

"Don't you dare, only Eri can call me that," Shinso pouted.

"But, you're my big brother too, now~" Shinso puffed his cheeks, in tone teasing Denki even more. Denki playfully shoved his face away, laughing.

"I'm only a few days older than you, it sounds weird coming from you," Denki commented, making Aizawa and Mic chuckle.

"Why don't we all get into our pj's and watch some movies! We can have a celebratory dinner this weekend!" Mic suggested, making Eri and Denki cheer.

Which is why Denki is sitting in a restaurant that is way out of his normal vibe. It's fancy, and prestigious, but they are at a table in the back. They have their privacy and some room to giggle and joke around in, which he's happy for. He doesn't remember what he orders, just the loving looks his new fathers give him when they say in unison.

"Welcome home, son,"