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"Unbelievable. You treat Izuku this way? You're spoiling this child."

Izuku's face scrunched up as Aizawa dressed him, not pushing away his administrations as Shouta grunted out a protest. "Shut the fuck up." 'Izuku' fake gasped, hands on his chest as he widened his eyes in an exaggerated offended manner. "I can't believe you talk to a kid like that, Shouta." Izuku's face turned into a sneer, eyes glinting with amusement as Aizawa cringed at the use of his first name.

Apparently, Izuku's Quirk was called "summon", where he is fully capable of, and he quotes from the fucking Demon inhabiting the kid's body now, "Summon the most badass and fucked up Demons from the underworld to do his bidding".
Which, not only is absolutely fucking disturbing; his power his practically unlimited (so far from what Shouta has seen. There has to be a drawback somewhere.). The only downside so far is that Demons sometimes take over Izuku's body, forcing control over the brittle four year old's soul. Aizawa imagined it as something between painful and uncomfortable. He chooses that it's the latter.

"Could you bring Izuku back now? We're going to leave in ten minutes. Don't want some freak in his body while I'm at work. I'd hate the fact that I'll have to have another baby to be taking care of." Shouta grabbed his work bag; mostly filled with paperwork and cat food; for when he runs into some stray cats. Toshi, Hizashi, and Midnight teases him endlessly when they found out he had a soft spot for those furry animals.
He turned back at Izuku, who had a pout on. It would've been cute, until Aizawa realized it was probably some fully grown demon doing it.

Disgusting.

"Fine. He has been knocking on the door for a few now."

Shouta raised an eyebrow, about to ask what he meant, before Izuku's eyes went white, shoulders slumping over for a millisecond before it returned to a normal, bright shade of forest green. He blinked, eyes focusing on Aizawa rather than on anything else.

"Aizawa!" The kid grinned as if a Demon didn't take over his body just now. Shouta was relieved that the actual Izuku was here with him now. He would have to question his quirk later, seeing that they were running late from today's activities.

"Kid." His sighed, shaking his head in the usual tired manner, drawling the word out. He definitely had to consult Nedzu about how dangerous his quirk was. Demons.. They were bad news. Shouta didn't use to believe in heaven or hell, but seeing Izuku.. He might as well change is mind.

"Get moving. I'll be introducing you to my class today. 'm sure they'll adore you."

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Shouta has given Izuku a bunch of rules as they stride towards the glorious entrances of U.A., the school that raised future heroes; a school that was well-known and respected, and a school where Pro-heroes taught what they could to young, worthy students.

Some of the rules were;

One; don't use your quirk to hurt other people.
Two; he would stay next to Aizawa at all times.
Three; minimize your contact with others, (specifically his students) so they won't be distracted from what the lesson was.

Plain and very simple rules. But, Shouta has a somewhat sixth sense that Izuku was bound to break the rules one way or another. He was a child, after all. And being bossed around by Shouta would probably take a toll on him.

Before they knew it, they both walked into the School's entrance, being greeted by teachers and students alike. Smiles were sent his way before they seemed to lower when they spot Izuku trailing beside him, small hand gripping the rim of Shouta's turtle neck's sleeve.
His grip noticeably tightened when curious glances were thrown the kid's way, shying into Shouta's coat in an effort to make himself smaller; less significant. Empathy made it's way into Aizawa's heart when he felt the slight tremble coming from his nervousness.
Izuku was obviously shy; like a little lamb that needed coaxing to get out. It makes him wonder how in the world in acquired that kind of powerful quirk.
He seems to have a grasp on the basic reigns though.

"Don't worry kid." Shouta's hand rested onto his head, stopping across the door with the bold metal plate and "TEACHER'S LOUNGE" deeply engraved in capitalized letters. He pet the soft curls on Izuku's head; a gesture to try calm his nerves down. The kid melted into the touch, the death grip on his sleeves loosening as he put a hand on the cold metallic handle on the door, pushing it open with ease and to be greeted with the usual clean smell of the office.
The bright lights momentarily blinded Aizawa, white walls lined with a tanned wall paper, couches, and the sight of desks messily lined up made Aizawa sigh with the nauseating feeling of Deja Vu.

The Pro heroes nodded to acknowledge his presence, a few perking up at his actual "on time" arrival. Aizawa felt himself snort at this. He wasn't late ALL the time.
The atmosphere was relaxed as usual, teachers doing their business like grading written works or buzzing around handing out snacks for the overworked Pro heroes. The same thing as usual.
Hizashi, though, was the first one to perk up and notice Izuku by his side. His iconic and usual heavily gel-slicked hair was stiff against his head as he shot up and grinned, hands slamming roughly on his desk.
A few pencils clattered on the ground as Aizawa rolled his eyes at another enthusiastic greeting again, shutting the door behind him with a click as the Loud Hero proclaimed his presence once again.

"AIZAWAAAAA," He grinned and pointed his semi-gloved fingers at Shouta, making sure to draw out the letter "A" in his name. "NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, FRIEND. I COULD SEE YOU BROUGHT A.." Hizashi's eyes landed on Izuku, and beneath the orange tinted glass, he could tell that excitement sparked and glistened like a polished metal.
Izuku hid behind Shouta, tugging at his coat shyly as the older man sighed with exasperation. Great job scaring the kid.
Midnight turned her head his way, the R-Rated hero having a big, beaming grin on her face, eyes creasing to show crow-feet wrinkles at the end.
"You brought the kid that was assigned with you?," She cocked an eyebrow up, eyes traveling towards Izuku with interest. "That's strange. Coulda left him at home, no?" Shouta shook his head, subtly nudging Izuku with his heel to reassure him. "It's fine kid. They're friends."
Izuku hesitantly nodded, taking tiny steps, shuffling out of his hiding spot. His eyes were trained on the ground, hands respectfully tucked behind his back as he gave into a bow; mildly surprising Shouta an the rest of the teachers.

"M-my name is Izuku!"

Midnight's face brightened, a face spilling grin widening on her face. "Oh my! He's well mannered too!," she fawned over him, waving Izuku over as Izuku looked up at Shouta, a flustered expression greeting him. He obviously wasn't used to compliments.
"Go on," Shouta shrugged, placing his black work bag on his chair, shedding his coat as he gave permission to Izuku. "Think of her as your Auntie or something."

Izuku smiled, nodding and hastily trotting towards The Hero, unfazed by the revealing costume she wore. Instead, he giggled when the R-Rated hero picked him up, placed him on her lap, and started cooing a bunch of baby nonsense to him. It irritated Shout to no end.
Izuku was simmering in the comments, stuttering out timid and flattered "thank you'"s to her, fiddling with his thumbs as the Hero swiveled her chair to face her desk; him still on her lap as she started grabbing a comb.

Oh fuck.

Okay.

She was currently doing his hair.

Aizawa's eye twitched when he remembered midnight coming close to braiding his hair; and of course, he didn't go down without a fight. He got into major trouble because he was supposed to be a role model for the younger students, his paycheck getting held back for a week in consequence.

He decided to move his legs; unzipping his bag and pulling out the documents he needed to sign for the field trip. Wanting to bang his head on the table and suffer from a coma to possibly get rid of responsibility, he slapped the papers on the table, yanking the few that fluttered off his desk out of the air with his scarf. The papers 'fwipped' (as Shouta would call those satisfying sounds the papers make when you wave it in the air) into neat stacks; unusual for the tired Hero.
"Aizawa!," Hizashi grinned, jogging over to him with his boots smacking on the tiled floor. His voice was lower, but still at a level that Shouta couldn't stand. "Was that the kid you were assigned? Gosh!," He chuckled, clapping his hands together. "He's such a sweetheart!"

Aizawa immediately remembered the suffocating feeling of his quirk.

"Fuck no."