Omnisexual falls under the bisexual umbrella but it's not really spoken about in the media so I'll just define it here because it's mentioned in this chapter. Omnisexual is similar to pansexual in regards to the fact that an omnisexual person will date anyone regardless of gender. However, pansexual people disregard gender and focus more on personality, people with this sexuality can be known as 'gender blind' when it comes to romance. Omnisexual is where you regard someone's gender and sway towards one more than the others but in the long run, it doesn't really matter. This may not be 100% correct (I found the definition on urban dictionary) and I'm sorry if I offend you or somebody you know.  

I tried my hardest to drown out the sound of my dad and his companion. But the sound of the bed hitting the wall somehow went through my headphones as I played my guitar. The blush on my face never subsided. It felt like an eternity until they stopped when in reality it was only 30 minutes. Now at the time, I didn't have much experience when it came to the devil's tango but I was fairly certain that 30 minutes was a long time to do it. 

I heard my dad's door open. My dad and whoever he was with went downstairs, I could hear their voices as they descended, then they suddenly stopped. What had happened? "Shit." I heard dad curse softly, well obviously not softly enough. "IZUKU!" Shota bellowed at the top of his lungs. I felt the pit of my stomach drop. I had been found out. I sat stock-still, hoping that if I didn't make any noise or move in any way, he would think I wasn't home and that I was still training on the beach. However, luck wasn't on my side because dad shouted again. "IZUKU AIZAWA-MIDORIYA! I KNOW YOUR HOME!", I could practically picture him stood with his arms crossed, staring intently at the stairs. If I didn't go to him, he was going to come to me. It was with a heavy heart that I rolled off of my bed and slowly began to make my way downstairs. I was dreading the conversation which was to come. 

When I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, I saw my dad seated on the sofa. His facial expression was, as per usual, blank. What gave away his embarrassment was how red his face was. His face resembled a tomato. I didn't want to speak to him at that moment. I knew what he had just done and I wanted to run into my bedroom and hide. "Sit down Izuku." he muttered quietly, I could tell that he didn't want to have the conversation as much as me. It seemed as if he had been convinced or persuaded to do so, maybe by the person he was canoodling with... if you get what I mean.   

*Aizawa's POV*
I wasn't looking forward to explaining myself to Izuku. Why was he even home? Izuku usually arrived home between 5 pm and 6 pm on weekdays, he trained on the beach for 2-3 hours every day. Sometimes on Wednesdays, he came home even later because he had band practice with Kyoka and Katsuki. I centred my plan around these facts. Under no circumstances was I expecting Izuku home. He wasn't supposed to find out. Yet life is a cruel mistress.

"What did you hear? Also, why are you home so early?" I asked tiredly. Izuku's face was set aflame as he stared into his lap, leaving an awkward silence. I was about to speak again when Izuku opened his mouth. "Well, it started raining when we were training on the beach. It wasn't just light rain either, it was hammering down. So, we decided to head to our homes. We don't have practice today since it's Friday. We're practising this weekend. Anyway, um, I ran home and went straight upstairs and I was about to go into my room..." Izuku paused in his tangent and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He had the habit to ramble when he was nervous, adding in random details that weren't relevant. "Continue." I gestured with my hand, staring intently at him. I hoped he had arrived towards the end of... I don't think I need to clarify. If he had arrived home near the beginning then I felt truly sorry for him. Izuku took a deep breath before rapidly spewing out the rest of his side of the story.

"So I went upstairs and I was about to enter my room when I heard a noise from your room and I thought you were still at work so I walked over to your room and I heard someone say your name but in a weird way." He paused for a breath before quickly rushing on. " I realized what was happening and I didn't want to interrupt you and whoever you were with so I just ran into my bedroom and put my headphones on so that I could practice the guitar and drown out the noises but it didn't work. I heard the bed hitting the wall because we share a wall and I just kept doing what I was because I was scared to say anything." Izuku wailed before gasping for air and falling back onto his seat and blushing profusely. I can't say I doing much better. He had been there for the entire thing and he was too polite and nervous to say anything. 

We sat in silence for a while. Neither one of us wanted to speak. It seemed as if the silence was too much for the loudmouth cockatoo who had hidden in the kitchen when I called Izuku down. "Well say something Shota. Geez, the kid looks traumatized!" Hizashi screamed as he bounded out of the kitchen and perched on the arm of the sofa. Izuku's face, if possible went even redder. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had been in the bedroom with me. The entire situation was embarrassing and could have easily been avoided if Hizashi wasn't in a mood if he had calmed himself down, this situation could have been avoided completely. I'm just thankful I'd had the forethought to move us from the sitting room to the bedroom, Izuku was scared enough as it was. "M-m-mic?!" Izuku exclaimed in shock, his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. "What's up, Little Listener." Hizashi greeted. I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, he was way too casual about the entire thing.

"So, wait, you're telling me that this has been dating for roughly 2 years and you didn't tell me!" Izuku ranted as he paced on the old grey carpet which had been laying on my floor for 8 years. "Yes," I answered bluntly. Izuku snapped his gaze towards me and stared at me for a moment as if he was searching my face for something. "Come to think of it, you never did tell me your sexuality, not that you had to of course! There was just no indication. Why didn't you tell me? Do you not trust me?" he stared intensely at Hizashi and I. His gaze switched between the two of us constantly. "Look Izu, we weren't sure how long it would last. We had intended to tell you soon, but we weren't sure how to tell you. Plus, I know I raised you to respect everyone and not be prejudice, but I didn't know how you would react to me having a boyfriend. You could have reacted negatively. To answer your implicit question about my sexuality, I'm bisexual. Hizashi is omnisexual." I explained to Izuku, as the explanation went on Izuku's features began to relax. After the air was cleared Izuku came out with a statement which made me choke on my saliva.

"So...  Is he my dad as well?" He questioned, his head tilted slightly. His tone was innocent as if he didn't know the implications of what he had just said. The little shit. Hizashi patted my back and smiled at Izuku. "Call me whatever you want Little Listener." He chipped happily. Izuku nodded his head with a look of complete and utter concentration on his face. I turned my head and started to watch the telly, disregarding the balls of sunshine beside me.

My gaze was ripped away from the crime TV show which I was invested in by Izuku snapping his fingers and slapping his knee. " I've got it. I'll call you pops. Nah, wait, that sounds like your my grandad. Hmm... father is too formal and I call dad that sometimes. Hmm... papa. I guess it'll do." Izuku muttered to himself. Mic and I looked at each other. From the look in his eyes, I could see that Mic was thrilled with his new name from Zuku. I sighed almost inaudibly, I had a gut feeling that Hizashi would become a key part in Izuku's life.  "That sounds great!" Hizashi cheered before pulling Izuku into a bone-crushing hug. I felt a small smile tug at my lips at the adorable sight before me.

*Izuku's POV*

Kacchan's laughter roared over the phone as I explained what had occurred after I arrived home. I watched as Kyoka tried to muffle her laugh into a pillow as well. "That's hilarious Izu! You heard them through the wall! Oh, All Might!" Kacchan choked on his saliva and began to cough violently. I took the opportunity to change the subject of the conversation. "Yeah... Anyway, the UA entrance exam is in a couple of days, we should train more. But we can't overwork ourselves. We'll have to study as well, the academic exam is just as important as the physical exam. Dad said that if you don't have the brains for UA then you'll die before you even make it onto the field." I rambled. Through my endless stream of word vomit, I could still hear Kacchan creasing with laughter.

I wasn't going to post this today. I was going to leave you in suspense. Who was Aizawa canoodling with? Guess we'll have to wait till next Saturday to find out. But no! This is somehow paining me worse than it most likely is you. How? IDFK! I've messed up my plan, I now have fewer chapters stored away, but anything to end the suspense! Anyway, thank you for reading this chapter and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.