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"Shouta-?"

"I'm here, kid."

Aizawa sighed, sinking into the cushions beside Izuku, who has been asleep for about seven hours already; judging from the clock's hands pointing at a solid 12:00 am.

Nemuri and Hizashi left two hours earlier, after they were reassured that Shouta was going to be fine.
Both of them were concerned about him, offering to take care of Izuku themselves so he could rest, but of course, he strongly declined; but thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

Izuku was entrusted to him, and he will be the one to care for him. It's his responsibility, after all.

The kid was almost in this catatonic state, his body almost frozen stiff. It gave a sense of fear in Shouta, Izuku was as cold as a corpse (the idea brought anxiety crashing down on him.). Earlier, he had rushed into the bathroom and filled up a tub with warm water, taking a rag and continuously applying it on Midoriya in five minute intervals.
(He broke out of his casts, the healing magic recovery girl supplied was not even close to fully repairing his arms. But that didn't matter.)

He didn't get any rest; fuzzing over Izuku like.. Like a parent.

He wanted to take a nap badly, eyes drooping down while he constantly used the eye drops he had a large supply on. The accident (Nomu crushing his face against the ground) fucked his eyes up, decreasing the amount of time he could use his quirk and increasing his fucking irritability.
But taking a nap was the least of his worries.

Izuku was more important.

The kid had woken up in a state of confusion, which easily converted to understanding once he remembered what happened earlier.

It was unsettling, the amount of maturity the kid possessed. He deciphered things on his own.

Hell, Shouta even woke up one night seeing him flipping through the pages of a damn dictionary. He looked like he wasn't even reading it, just scanning it as if he was taking pictures of the pages in his brain before moving onto the next sheet. Like a robot.

"Shouta-kun, How is everybody?" The kid munched through a mochi he somehow got ahold of. Right. The kid was probably hungry. He almost smacked himself upside the head for forgetting the fact that Izuku hadn't even eaten anything yet. "They're all fine," he grunted, getting up before feeling pains on his right arm.
Oh yeah. He broke both of his arms.

How the fuck was he going to cook now?

"Both arms broken, right Shouta-kun?" Izuku didn't even look up from the mochi, taking a bite out of it as he thoughtfully hummed.

"Daddy knows how to cook, I think."

...

Is he going to summon a fucking Demon to cook for them?
Shouta let out a strangled sound of protest that went unheard of the moment Izuku stood up, raised his arms, and emitted a glowing aura around him with the feeling of being suffocated creeped into Shouta's system again.

——

"I can't believe it. I'm a Demon used for battle; for war. A Demon used to kill and satisfy your bloodlust-" The red haired Demon, Hisashi, angrily shook the pan with the cooking fried rice. "And here I am, being used as a damn caretaker!-"

Izuku beamed brightly, completely unheeding of the amount and strings of curses coming from his.. Demon Father?? As he sat on Aizawa's lap, playing with the long, black locks as Shouta snorted out of amusement of the old man angrily slamming the pan down on the stove.

This was going smoothly, something Aizawa intended to not happen. He actually predicted that his Demon Dad, Hisashi would probably set his whole house on fire.

But, sadly for the Demon, he can't hurt anyone if it was against Izuku's will. He found that out after the old man tried lunging at him the moment he materialized, only to go through him. The Demon was absolutely seething at His powerlessness against a mortal was one of the sources of amusement for Aizawa.

Izuku hummed, leaning back on Shouta's chest. He was so small, compared to Shouta. It was cute. Shouta glanced at the clock, seeing it read "12:13 AM" and deciding that a bath would be real, real nice.

———

"Thank you Sashi-San!!"

Midoriya sink his teeth into the pork cutlets, bouncing on the red cushion he was sitting on as he gratefully thanked Hisashi for his cooking.

Aizawa sat beside Izuku, eyeing Hisashi with a pondering look as he ate the Katsudon. The food wasn't even.. Half bad. In fact, it tasted amazing for a Demon to cook it. It made him wonder, how is it really like in Hell? Do they have houses or something? Offices? Schools, restaurants and such?

It was a stupid thought, Aizawa realizes. But still. Where the fuck did it learn how to cook?

Anyways, The food was exceptional, at least. Although it went out of Shouta's diet (it's surprising that he actually has a diet plan besides instant ramen), it won't hurt to slip out of it.

"Sure, don't thank me for my hard work Aizawa. Wow. You're sooo appreciative of my sacrifices," Hisashi sarcastically rolled his eyes before settling on Shouta with an unsatisifed sneer on his face. He sat opposite of them, arms crossed and looking ticked off.

That's a surprise. He was genuinely irked by the fact Shouta didn't thank him.

Shouta raised a challenging eyebrow at him, unperturbed by the snarky remark. He was used to it; thanks to his years of teaching children who were still wet behind the ears. He decided to poke some fun into the Demon (not a smart move, because hey, what's the worse that could happen?).

"Why should I?," He snorted, putting down his empty bowl with a clunk, elbow resting on the surface as he leaned his head on it.

Green eyes bore holes into his, the challenging remark made him. "You are lucky my son favors you. I would've torn you apart and fed you to the hounds if I was allowed to touch you, damned mortal," he hissed, surprisingly sharp canines baring at Shouta threateningly. "Do it," he casually hummed, forcing the amused smirk down as his eyes made it's way up at the emerald pair. His black charcoal orbs matching the same intensity. They both glared each other down, adrenaline pumping in both their veins as they got ready strike.

"Why you-"

"Hisashi, please back down before I force you into shackles."

Izuku suddenly interrupted with eerie calmness, taking a sip out of the jasmine tea Hizashi provided. He was looking at the cup in an uninterested expression. Whatever Izuku meant, it seems to take heavy effect on the Demon, Hisashi tensing up and pulling away from Shouta as if he was burnt.
Shouta looked at the kid as he finished the rest of his Katsudon.

'Before I force you into shackles?', Shouta coughed, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Jesus fuck.

And he thought that the kid couldn't get even more intimidating.

———

"I'll be.. Participating in class 1-A?" Izuku piped up, eyes glimmering with a spark of excitement.

Shouta knew that the kid would probably be happy at the news. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to be trained beside a bunch of new and upcoming heroes? (Probably Shouta.)

"Yes," Aizawa deadpanned, combing through the knots in Izuku's hair again. His hair has gotten better since he picked him up from the orphanage, the dull shade turning into a healthier, moss green color. It was also mixed with darker Fern highlights, mostly his baby hairs. He winced at the pains of his still half broken arms as he wove the brush through his thick locks.

They both sat on the bed, Aizawa's back resting against the wall as he sat cross legged. Izuku in turn was sitting obediently in the space between his crossed legs, hopping up and down from barely contained excitement. For once, he questioned Nedzu's judgement.

A seven year old problem child with a barely mastered Demon Summoning quirk sparring with fifteen year olds who were also problem children but also kids who had the grasp on the basic reigns.

Both parties were still children; some of them controlling their quirks well enough, others having to improve. But all in all, the whole class needs more grueling practice. Kind of like that Bakugou kid.

He hasn't reached the limit of his power yet, but he has a better grasp on his quirk more than the other student; even creating strategic tactics and whatnot. But in exchange for that, he has to work with his.. Explosive personality.

"When will I start Shouta-kun?- Ow!" Izuku huffed when Aizawa gave particularly strong tug on this one stubborn knot, successfully freeing it. He put down the comb before reaching for the lamp that lit the whole room up. He glanced at the clock, reading "3:21 AM" before he looked at the kid, Catching Izuku's hopeful eyes one last time before they sleep. He shut the lights off and laid down beside the brat as sleep almost instantly washed over his body as he barely managed to answer Izuku's question.

"Later."