TW: Very slight implied past abuse with Hitoshi and Eri in the beginning

Aizawa woke up with a start at the sound of a crash coming from the living room. Normally, he would not have immediately panicked because he was married to Hizashi after all, but the quiet and panicked cursing that followed after it made he scramble to his feet.

He tossed the blanket off of himself as he rushed to get up. It was not even a thought as he chose to forgo his shoes in order to get to the living room faster. Hastily putting on sweatpants while opening the door, he quickly hurried into the hallway.

If he was waking up like one would normally, he would take his time to admire the three photos on the mostly bare walls.

The first was one of him and his husband on their wedding day in tuxes. A bright smile covered Aizawa's face cheek to cheek as he did not even tried to maintain his monotone and annoyed facial expression he normally held. His husband shared a similar look as he stared at him instead of the camera.

The next one was technically not a photo. Instead, it was two framed adoption certificates. One labeled Shinsou Hitoshi and the other Aizawa-Yamada Eri. He remembered the tears of joy all of them shared when they were determined legal family, despite having been one for much longer. But he also remembered the tears of fear and hurt Hitoshi had shed that day. His son had been ashamed at the fact that he wanted to keep his last name, the only thing he had left of his, late single mother, besides his memories. Though the tears had quickly changed to happy ones after both his dad and pop explained that they would never be mad about something like that.

Lastly, it was a family photo of the four of them. Aizawa stood in the back left with a small smile gracing his lips. He was dressed in his hero uniform with his hand resting on Eri's shoulder, who stood in front of him. She had dressed herself that morning in a tutu from her costume box and a shirt with a cat pun, her hair done up in twin pigtails with bows in them. To her right, Hitoshi stood with an unnoticeable blush covering his cheeks. He was embarrassed because of the photo being taken in his honor on the day he officially transferred the the hero course. Finally, behind him stood Hizashi. He had his hair down that day in a braid and in his casual wear. Leaning to the left, his head rested slightly on his husbands shoulder as his hand rested on Shinsou's shoulder.

After his hurry, he finally reached the living room. Hitoshi kneeled on the carpet trying to hurriedly clean up shards of broken glass as Eri sat on the couch, hand over her mouth, and tears in her eyes.

Upon noticing her father she let out a squeak and fell further onto the couch. Hearing the noise, Hitoshi quickly turned with the expression a kid would have while having an arm stuck in a cookie jar.

"Are you both alright? You did not cut yourselves with glass did you?" he asked  while taking a step toward them.

A flicker of surprise flashed through Shinsou's eyes before landing on understanding. He shoulders visibly relaxed as he replied, "I made sure to get her safely on the couch but I got a small cut on my hand in my hurry. I forgot where I was for a second, sorry." The presumedly uncut hand rubbed the back of his neck as his face maintained a sheepish look.

A small frown made his way across his lips as he nodded. Working quickly, he grabbed one of there many first aid kit's, this one from the kitchen. He walked over to him with less urgency then he had when making his way here from the bedroom but still quickly.

Once he was crouched down next to his son, he grabbed the boy's wrist in a gentle hold and assessed the damage from the cut. A long but skinny cut traveled vertically down the purplette's palm with blood already bleeding from it. He grabbed a white wash cloth from the container and an thing of medical alcohol as well. Holding the rag beneath the cut, he poured some on the top of it and let it dribble down to the cloth.

"Shit," Hitoshi hissed through his teeth at the sting.

"Language," he reminded with a not-so-sharp look. He couldn't help but curse Bakugou's use of vulgar language because he was sure that the purplette did not curse this much before meeting him. Or maybe he started cursing because he became more comfortable at his home. Either way, he thought at he softly pressed the rag onto the cut to collect blood, he wished he could curse less, at least in front of Eri.

Pulling the cloth away, he finished off by wrapping a bandage around the middle of his hand. It would freak Hizashi out when he got home but it was better then putting on a bandaid the would fall off in two seconds due to the placement of the injury.

Seeing that his father was finished, he pulled his hand back only to grab Eri's with it. "Sorry for freaking you out," he said softly, although who it was aimed to was in known. " I knocked down a picture of you and Pop's when you guys were younger. You both were with this lady with really bright make up," he stated clearly to Aizawa.

Carefully, the man picked up the picture on the floor upside down and flipped it over. Despite the broken shards, he could not help but smile as he looked at the photo of him and his husband when they first, truly, interacted. The first time they met, he told those he was not close to.

—

Despite what everyone said, Yamada Hizashi was /not/ fun to be around.

At least that is what Aizawa thought when they passed another creepy alleyway in the middle of the night. He had to have the misfortune of being paired with the loud boy with as equally as loud hair. The idiot thought everything was sunshine and rainbows. That's why the dumb ass did not see the problem in going out in the middle of the night to try to complete their assignment to find something in that is in America but not Japan.

"Don't the stars look pretty from here?" Yamada asked because he seemed incapable of not speaking for even two seconds.

With a frown, he looked up at the sky to see only a few stars that weren't obscured by the light pollution in this area. "There is barely any," he replied monotone.

The boy shrugged with a smile. "Better then none, am I right?!"

Suppressing a groan, he turned the corner and picked up his pace a little. He would do anything at this point to get away from this night eyed idiot.

Since he was so focused on getting as much room away from the boy as possible he did not notice the cop who was turning the comet as well. After bumping into the man he feel to the floor with a grunt. With a barely hidden glare, he looked up at him with a frown.

"Oh sorry man!" Yamada said quickly to the cop before offering a hand to him. He did not feel the need to hide his glare to the boy as he hit his hand down and started to get up on his own.

He was not able to though as the cop roughly pulled him up by his arm and started yelling at him. Yelling at him in /English/.

"Shit..." he mumbled under his breath while making eye contact with Yamada. The blonde looked back at him with equally as wide eyes.

Turning to the cop who still held Aizawa in a vice grip, Yamada quickly stumbled out words in broken English. Aizawa heard a 'sorry' and something that sounded like 'we don't speak English' but the cop did not let up.

Waving his hands around, even though Aizawa's arm was in on of them, he seemed to yell louder at the two. In a panic he caught Yamada's distressed glaze and watched as he swiped his thumb at his nose. The black haired male's eyes widened as he quickly started to shake his head no but it was too late. Feeling content that the other at least understood the code he was using from training, Yamada ran.

He cursed a bunch before kicking the distracted cop in his knee. Twisting out of his grip, he bolted to follow after the blonde who was a good bit ahead of him. "You bitch!" he shouted after him only to get a laugh in reply. "That is code to fight back against /villains/! Not the fucking police!!"

He turned a sharp corner into an alleyway and quickly picked up his pace to reach the other. "Well it worked, didn't it?" Yamada called back while turning his head to face him slightly.

The cop calling out for them in English cut off his reply. Although, he did laugh a little when the teen trailed over a big of trash. Finally catching up with the other, he shoved him with his hand before focusing on running.

Taking another sharp corner, they put a good distance between themselves and the rude cop but not enough. Glancing around in a panic of where to go, Aizawa landed on a door to seemingly a broken down building.

Grabbing Yamada's wrist, he through open the door and pulled themselves in. In the dark he could not tell how much room they had so he decided to shove the blonde against the door just in case. He tried to take a step back only to brush a curtain so he stepped forward again, blocking Yamada in.

Not even giving the boy a second thought, he found himself focusing on the noice from outside. He stiffened up when he heard the cop shouting right outside the door and prayed that he would not find them. Luck seemed to finally be on there side though because he passed by them.

Taking a deep breath, he locked eyes with Yamada who stared back with doe eyes and a bright blush. That's when he realizes there position, his arms caging the others head in, Yamada hands on his chest, and his leg bent where his knee was conveniently placed between his-
Jumping at the sound of a voice, the two turned to see this guy around twenty-five looking at them with a blush and totally getting the wrong idea. Pushing away from the blonde, Aizawa finally notices the way the man held up the black curtain to reveal flashing lights and what seemed to be a party.
Ignoring the two conversing (in broken English on Yamada's part), he pulled the curtain further back and reassessed the scene. It did not seem to actually be a party, instead, it seemed to be a club or bar.

He tilted his head to see more of the bar. It did not seem to be a normal bar. Because in a normal bar women and men would be flirting and dancing with each other but instead it seemed to just be men talking to other men, women with other women, and these women with very extravagant makeup and dresses on.

A hand landed in his shoulder and he turned to face Yamada. A bright smile crinkled his eyes as he said, "I told him about how we got here and our assignment and he said we could check the bar out! Well, as long as we did not try to buy drinks or anything. You down?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the comment as the blonde chuckled a little. Instead of responding, he pushed forward, into the strange bar. With a cheer, Yamada followed with widened eyes. He clearly was soaking in everything that the bar had to offer.

"Woah, this place is epic!" he said while turning in a full circle in the middle of the makeshift dance floor. "And colorful!!" he added on with a laugh as he pointed at a rainbow flag that hung from one of the walls.

Aizawa nodded calmly, hiding his excitement better then the other. "I wonder why it is..." he muttered more to himself then anyone else.

"Because it's a Gay Bar sweetie!" a voice sang in perfect Japanese from behind him. He jumped and turned around to see one of the multiple women wearing dramatic makeup and costume.

Yamada's eyes shined. "Wait you know Japanese!? And what in the name of Quirks is 'a gay?'"

Her bright smile dimmed down to a normal one. "I do since I was born there," she explained. "And as for your other question, let us sit down to answer that."

She held out an arm in the direction of a booth, and Yamada quickly trotted over. With more hesitance, Aizawa checked the area before realizing there was no danger and followed as well.

He fell down into the cushioned seats next to the other with sigh. Walking almost all night and running away from the cop really took it out of him.

The lady slipped into her seat across from them. Now away from the flashing lights, Shota noticed how masculine her features looked with a quirked eyebrow. It was strange and honestly, the entire environment stressed Aizawa out. Despite not liking him, the black haired male slid towards the other student. He, at least, knew one person here.

"It's wonderful to met you two!" she said with a cheer. "My stage name is Lady Madeline but my real name is unimportant here."

"Stage name?" Yamada asked while leaning forward onto the table, clearly not picking up on the others nerves.

She nodded. "Yep! I am what one would call a Drag Queen. I am a male who dresses up in an fashionable female costume. There isn't any Drag Queens in Japan this day and age sadly," she ended with a dramatic sigh.

/Or really /he/ ended,/ Aizawa thought confused.

Hizashi seemed just as confused. "Wait, that's a thing?! Wow!"

"Yeah, it isn't for everyone but it is for me," the (woman? man?) explained.

The soon to be voice hero tilted his head to the side, "Soooo, do I refer to you as a guy or girl?" He winced. "I hope that isn't offensive."

The person giggled while waving their hand in the air as if to clear the comment away. "No no! You are fine sweetie. Honestly, you are taking this much better then most do when they figure out what I am. In costume I prefer to be referred to as a female but out of drag it feels wrong to be referred to as that so then I go by he him pronouns."

The student nodded with a look of understanding. Aizawa was still slightly in shock. Like he didn't care what she (she right?) did but it still wasn't something he was use to.

"Earlier you mentioned 'a gay'. What's that?" Yamada asked with the enthusiasm of a new born puppy.

Madeline laughed deeply. "It's called gay sweetie not 'a gay'. To be gay means you like someone of the same gender," she explained politely.

Aizawa's eye grew big as Yamada threw an arm around him. "Oh, then I'm totally gay! 'Cause I love this dude right here and we /will/ be best friends!!"

Shoving the idiot off of him, he hit the other on the top of his head. "Not like that!" he shouted, the stress of the new environment making him lose his cool. "Romantically. And I am /not/ your friend."

"/OH!/ That makes more sense," he said before relaxing into his seat.

A beat passed.

"Yep, I'm still gay," he stated with a calm shrug.

Choking out a laugh, Lady Madeline broke. Yamada followed soon after her into a laughing fit. Shaking his head Aizawa cracked a smile.

Maybe Yamada was a /little/ fun to be around.

(Maybe being friends with him wouldn't be so bad.)

—

"Don't worry Hitoshi, I'll just get it reframed. Plus, it's been a while since I've seen this so thank you," he said before standing up. "Can you get the broom and dustpan for me?"

The purplette nodded before standing as well, "On it."

The sound of a key unlocking the door sounded through the house quickly followed by Mic's greeting. "Honey -and my beautiful children- I'm home!"

Turning to face his husband he couldn't help the small smile that covered his lips. "Welcome home."

/Yeah,/ he thought, /Being friends with him wasn't my worst idea./