*Aizawa's POV*

Three weeks had passed since I told Izuku that I'd have to ask him about his mother. I hadn't brought the topic up since and just continued on normally. Izuku seemed happy enough, he was looking a lot healthier since coming to live with me. Occasionally, Emi and Hizashi would come and visit, bringing Izuku gifts to decorate his bedroom. Already the room was out of place in my bland house. Emi had come over mere days after Izuku arrived and painted the spare bedroom blue and yellow, making the room an eyesore in my opinion. But Izuku seemed to adore it, thanking Emi over and over again. Hizashi had also played his part. He came over one day with at least five bags full to the brim with toys and clothes. Izuku refused to take them at first but was forced to. That kid was spoiled rotten. 

In the three weeks since I had adopted Izuku, I had learned that his quirk was called 'Transform' and that he could change into any living or inanimate object provided he had seen at least a picture of it before. Apparently, this quirk also meant that he could transform into people. I found this out the hard way when I walked into the living room and saw two Ms Jokes laughing together on the sofa. That was a shock. It did not help when I was hit with the sudden urge to laugh. As tears welled up in my eyes from the sheer amount of laughter which bubbled in my throat and spewed from my mouth, I glared at the two people sitting in front of me. "See, I can use the quirk of whoever I transform into." one of the Jokes explained as my laughter stopped. "That's such a cool quirk Izu!" the other one exclaimed in joy. With a muffled crack the first Emi disappeared and was replaced with my very own problem child. I glared at the two and continued through the living room, I really didn't have the heart to yell at Izuku.

"Izuku! Come have lunch please!" I called from the kitchen. I heard the soft pitter-patter of feet hitting the wooden floor as Izuku ran. His emerald curls popped up behind the dining table as I was putting the food down. "What are we having?" Izuku asked as he sat down, his freckled face was adorned with a smile. "Chicken nuggets." I replied simply, placing the plate in front of the problem child. Izuku squealed in delight and ate the chicken nuggets, they were gone so fast that the kid practically inhaled them. As I sat and watched him, to ensure he didn't choke, the matter of his mother popped back up in my mind. I knew I had to ask him about it sooner or later, but, he was too fragile at the moment. "AIZAWA!" a youthful voice shouted, pale arms waved frantically in my face. "Hmm?" I questioned, coming back to reality. I saw Izuku looking up at my face, his eyes held tears and his lip quivered. It was clear that he was on the verge of crying his eyes out. "What's wrong Izuku?" I asked in my best gentle voice. I wasn't a gentle person so I usually sounded constipated whenever I attempted to sound compassionate. Luckily, over the three weeks which I had been caring for Izuku, I had developed my caring voice so it didn't sound as bad. "You weren't responding and I thought you were... I thought you were like my mum." he wailed, his tears finally spilling from his large doe eyes. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just pulled him into a tight embrace. It was becoming clearer and clearer that I had to wait for the problem child to be better before I could ask anything about his previous home life. Who knew that at 23 I would have to deal with a child's psychological issues? No matter what though, I wouldn't give Izuku up.

Another 3 weeks passed and I was finally at work again. Izuku said he was comfortable enough to go to school now. Initially, I was against the idea of him going to school, I could easily take him to work with me. But according to Emi that was 'really fucking unsafe Aizawa, you imbecile' so I signed Izuku up for school and hoped that he would be ok. The protective feeling which I felt when it came to Izuku was a foreign one but it certainly wasn't unwelcome. 

"Aizawa! I had so much fun!" Izuku beamed as I walked towards the door of his classroom. His unruly green hair shifted from side to side as he danced around my legs. He grabbed my hand and began to tug me towards a small blond boy and what I can only assume was his mother. "Kacchan!" Izuku squeaked as he neared the blonds, his smile grew bigger as we got closer.

*Izuku's POV*

I tugged Aizawa behind me towards Kacchan and Auntie Mitsuki. I was telling Kacchan about Aizawa all day and he said he wanted to meet him, to assess whether he was a good enough dad. I only laughed at the time and told Kacchan that "Aizawa isn't my dad", but even after only six weeks of living with him, Aizawa was more like a dad than Hisashi had ever been.

"Hello there Izuku, who's this with you." Auntie Mitsuki asked kindly as she knelt down beside me and hugged me. I squeezed her back and turned to Aizawa. "This is Aizawa. He's looking after me because..." I started the sentence exited but trailed off towards the end. Memories of why I was living with Aizawa flashed in my mind. I must have had a look on my face because Kacchan punched me in the arm, " You ok there, nerd?" Kacchan asked, his voice held sympathy but it was barely noticeable. Like Aizawa, Kacchan wasn't used to expressing sympathy or compassion and whenever he tried to it ended up sounding forced or unnatural.

After Aizawa introduced himself to Auntie Mitsuki and explained what he knew about the situation (my mum was missing and Hisashi was in prison), we had to part ways. Auntie looked desolate and Kacchan must have noticed his mother's shift in mood because he stayed quiet for once. Seeing the sad look on Auntie' s face I felt something twist within me, she deserved to know what had happened to her friend. She deserved to know that she was dead and how she had died. I made the decision, as I watched the Bakugous walk away, to tell Aizawa about my mother's death so that my dickhead 'father' got what he deserved.

"Are you sure you're ready to tell me Izuku?" Aizawa asked hesitantly. He looked at me with pity in his eyes, in all honesty, I despised that pity. "Yes, I'm sure." I replied shortly. I wasn't going to beat around the bush in this matter. I was going to tell the truth, do my mother justice and get my dad a lifetime sentence. Nothing more, nothing less.

Thank you for reading chapter 6 of my story. This week I've updated more frequently than I will in the next few weeks. It's half term in the UK so I had the week off. Back to the point, updates will be less frequent. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.