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It took Hitoshi a few weeks to get over the initial shock of finally getting into class 2-A. His first year stuck in the general education department and spending everyday training with Aizawa had finally paid off, and he was going to enjoy it regardless of what his dad decided to throw at him to catch him up with the class. Hitoshi was not, however, prepared to be given a task that made him want to go crawling back to his old homeroom and beg for forgiveness until his back snapped.
Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya had a reputation around the school. They were known rivals; they were known childhood friends. You either became friends with one or the other, never hung out with the opposing side without it having to be a secret, and honestly, everyone was sick of it. Hitoshi had already broken this rule– he spent his time between both groups once he realized friendship was inevitable due to the calmer nature of Midoriya's friends and the loud blond who won his attention during joint training– and he knew others wanted to break it as well.
As he was still living and breathing while being a floating entity, he was given his job: Babysit Bakugo and Midoriya while they fixed their friendship.
Apparently, they weren’t going to take it easy on him. Hitoshi knew he was assigned this job because he could control Bakugo due to his reactive nature. Somehow, the two had already become ‘friends’ again, Aizawa didn’t go into detail, but Hitoshi knew there had been an occasion where Midoriya ran away and Bakugo basically fell apart, but he never asked for any further information. They argued about everything, they yelled at each other constantly, they tossed around threats that Hitoshi never knew if they would act on, and overall, they acted like an old–and very unhappily– married couple.
So, Hitoshi found himself sitting in on Wednesday class movie nights. He always felt so uncomfortable around such a large group of people, but he had a mission.
Step one: Agree on a movie.
Hitoshi knew the two liked similar movies and music, so this shouldn’t be hard. He hoped.
“You damn Deku, just choose one! I picked out three that I liked, and we aren’t starting over again. Choose.” Bakugo held three movie cases directly in Midoriya's face, smacking them against his forehead every few seconds.
“I can’t even read them Kacchan. Let me hold them so I can pick!”
“No! You’re going to mutter over them until everyone falls asleep! Choose right now.”
Hitoshi groaned. This was supposed to be the easy part.
“Fine, I want the All Might one!”
“They’re all All Might movies, Deku!”
This time, Hitoshi wasn’t the only one who groaned. “Ok Idiots, hand those to me.” He reached over and grabbed the movies from Bakugo, and put them behind his back, shuffling two of them and putting one in his waistband to keep it out of the way. “Pick a hand, right or left. Let's get this over with.”
“Left!” they both yelled, slowly turning to glare at each other.
“Ok, we’re keeping left, not watching right. Now,” Hitoshi said, shuffling the movie they had somehow agreed on and the one he hid. “Pick a hand.”
“Right!”
“Left!”
“Oh, come on!”
Step two: Find a common interest.
At least, a common interest outside of All Might. The boys seemed to love the glorified media version of him, but were somewhat leery of him in person, which was definitely interesting to Hitoshi. They listened to a lot of the same music, ate a lot of similar food, and shared a common career goal. But Hitoshi wanted to find a way to get them interested in something they could do together. Observing their actions and individual hobbies, there wasn’t much they could do together that wouldn’t be stepping into the others territory too much.
“Toshi, do you want to play video games with me? I finally got the new FNAF game!” Hitoshi looked up at Denki, waving the game around wildly in the air.
“Sure, it’s the weekend, I don’t have anything better to do. Let’s go. If you get scared, I can protect you.” Hitoshi smirked and stood up, grabbing the game from Denki and proceeding to walk out of the common room.
“Dunce face gets scared over a dog barking too loud. What makes you think he’s going to survive a jump scare game?”
“Kacchan, Five Nights at Freddy’s is a very complex game. There's a lot of background stories and theories that make the game so much more interesting.”
“Of course you like the game just for something to analyze. Nerd.” Bakugo huffed, trying not to laugh.
“No, I like it for the gameplay too! I’ve beaten most of the games multiple times! It’s just a strategy game if you think about it.” Midoriya fired back, and suddenly, Hitoshi had an idea.
“Have either of you played Security Breach?” Both boys stopped, making it clear to Hitoshi that they thought they were alone in the common room.
“Uh… no. But I want to. I find the new ability to actually walk around fascinating. Tell me if it’s fun, maybe I'll save up and buy it.” Midoryia quickly ran past Hitoshi and disappeared off to his room.
“Did you guys play games a lot as kids?”
Bakugo rolls his eyes and turns to face Hitoshi. “Yeah, what of it? We liked to play hero games because we wanted to be heroes. Broke a few computers when I couldn’t control my quirk, so the hag stopped letting us play around five or six.”
“Ah, that sucks. Well, have a nice night, later.” Hitoshi moved to follow Denki, watching Bakugo carefully as he left.
Step three: Deal with the villain attack.
Wait, who wrote this step down? This was not part of the plan. Why did class A always feel the need to be the target of so many villain attacks? These were all things Hitoshi planned on worrying about later at night after he found the problem duo. Somehow, they had been separated from the main group, and no one had seen them since the beginning of the fight.
Hitoshi ran as fast as he could, skidding around corners and smacking into walls as he searched. They couldn't have gone far by themselves, but if a villain got a hold of them, he might be too late. His heart raced as he traced the path back to where the group had been split up, stopping dead in his tracks as loud crying hit his ears. It sounded familiar, yet it was higher pitched and less controlled. As Hitoshi cautiously approached the noise, he caught sight of something he would have rather gone without finding: children.
A tiny blond boy quietly holding onto an even smaller child who screamed out in pain.
Bakugo and Midoriya.
“Hi there,” Hitoshi said quietly, as to not scare the children further, “I’m Mockingbird, a hero in training, can I help you two get to safety?” How did these two always end up in these situations? This question is now on the list of things that keep Hitoshi up at night.
“N-No. I don’t know you. And Zuku is hurt. You can’t have him!”
“I know he’s hurt; I want to take him to a doctor. I want to get both of you out of here because the bad guys might come back. You want to be brave like All Might, right?” Ah, bingo. That worked. Bakugo perked up and locked eyes with Hitoshi, as if to intimidate him.
“Don’t take my Zuku away from me. I’m watching you Mr. Sleepybutt.” Bakugo moved Midoriya into Hitoshi’s arms as Hitoshi suppressed a laugh at the completely innocent insult. Normal sized Bakugo would have already called him names in at least five languages. Hitoshi shifted Midoriya around to better support his broken toddler body, reaching down to grab Bakugos’ hand and lead him to the rescue site. “I’m not holding your hand. I’m not a baby, I don't need you to help me.”
“K-Kacchan won’t hold hands with you because he only does that with me…” A tiny Midoriya quietly added, withdrawing on himself in pain as he spoke.
“How old are you two?”
“I’m five. Zuku is three but his birthday is in July, and I don’t think It’s that month.” Ah, they’re just toddlers.
“You’re right, July is next month. How did you meet each other then?”
“Our mommies are best friends since before we were born.” Midoriya says, pulling his tiny thumb out of his mouth and staring up with huge teary eyes and a pained smile, and Hitoshi can just almost feel himself melting at the cuteness.
“I see, do you have any pets?”
“I have a turtle!” Bakugo yells and slaps his chubby little hands together to puppet a turtle. That… makes a surprising amount of sense. “Um, mister hero?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you want to know our names?” Hitoshi had forgotten about that. He had slipped into hero mode and forgotten that these two didn’t realize they knew each other. These two don’t know him yet, they don’t know that he constantly meddles with their friendship, they don’t even know where they are.
“Oh, well, I already know your names. Typically, you both are teenagers. We go to school together. And you both are training to be heroes.”
“No. That's not true. I don’t know you. Prove it.”
“Prove what, Katsuki?” Hitoshi asks, a small smirk across his lips. Bakugo freezes and stares at him in awe.
“How did you do that?” Bakugo yells and runs to catch up. Being almost back to the rescue site, Hitoshi decides to be less of a tease.
“Your name is Katsuki Bakugo. I don’t know if you have a quirk yet but-
“Kacchan got his quirk two years ago!”
“You got your quirk when you were three? Woah, that’s young. But you can create explosions from your hands, can’t you?”
Bakugo gasps dramatically as he rattles his head to say yes. “Wow! You weren’t lying! You do know us! What do you know about Zuku?”
“Izuku Midoriya. You love All Might and want to be just like him. You get your quirk when you’re older. It activates while you save one of your friends during the test to get into U.A. so you still get pretty hurt using it.”
“We go to U.A.?”
“...I won't get a quirk soon? B-but Kacchan won’t love me if I don’t have a quirk!” Midoriya bursts into tears again, and Hitoshi realizes his mistake too late. This must have been the issue that tore them apart.
“No Zuku-! If you get your quirk late, I still love you!” Bakugo yells, his tiny angry voice finally breaks Hitoshi.
“You two are absolutely adorable.”
Step Four: get yelled at by your father Explain the situation calmly.
As Hitoshi handed the boys off to Recovery Girl, Midoriya was still bawling over Bakugo and his conditional love.
“Hitoshi. What the hell is this?”
“Uh, your students, but bite sized. They’re toddlers?” Aizawa froze.
“Excuse me?” He grabbed the curtain that separated where they were standing from the makeshift medic station, yanking it open. There on a cot was two little boys, one of which was asleep from Recovery Girls’ quirk while the other glared at the ground while he was receiving a checkup.
“Aizawa, you’re going to have your hands full with these two. They’re little devils in human suits!” Recovery Girl laughed, patting Bakugo on the leg and handing him a lollipop.
“I’ll be back to collect them soon, please excuse me.” Aizawa replied shortly and grabbed Hitoshi by the ear as he walked to a more secluded place.
“Ow! OW. Dad, let go!”
With a hold on his son, Aizawa narrowed his eyes and squared his jaw. “You were supposed to watch them for this exact reason, Hitoshi. What the hell happened.”
“I thought they were right behind us. I think that the villain hit them right as Midoriya used his quirk, because he looked pretty beat up. Did they get the villains?”
“Yes. Three of them. One of them had an age reversal quirk. According to the information All Might gathered, it’s very unstable. The events and actions of those around them will impact their future. It appears to alter reality.”
“Oh shit.”
“...What did you do.”
“I might have told them that Midoriya doesn’t get his quirk until he’s a teenager which is why he was so hurt.”
“HITOSHI!” Aizawa scrambled back to the tent and pulled it open again.
“And then, I can also do this!” a voice exclaimed excitedly, and Aizawa’s eyes adjusted to the darkness just in time to witness Denki Kaminari drag his feet around before poking Bakugo in the side, shocking him and making the child giggle.
“I like you; you seem powerful! When I’m big again, I’m gonna beat you up!”
Denki began to laugh at the reply and shook his head. “Of course you will, I expect nothing less from you bro.”
“Denki, what are you doing?” Hitoshi pushed past Aizawa and walked over to the blond, pulling him away from the kids.
“I was making sure you had found Bakugo and Midoriya, but then I saw they were kids! So, I started talking to Bakugo to entertain him! What’s the big deal?”
“Anything you say will change who they are in the future.” Aizawa interrupts, and glares at the two boys. “‘I’m putting you both on babysitting duty, effective immediately. Don’t screw things up more than you already have, I need to contact their parents.” He leaves the tent in a huff, and Hitoshi suppressed a smile.
“Are you two in love with each other?” A voice from behind asked. Hitoshi whipped around to find Bakugo looking them up and down, pointing his lollipop at them.
“Well, uh, yeah. Denki is my boyfriend, and I love him. Why?”
“And… and you can be in love with a boy and be a hero?” It was quiet, but still audible. Denki smiled and looked between Hitoshi and Bakugo.
“This is something I will not tell Aizawa about if you choose to answer.” Recovery Girl said, smiling at the future heroes. “He needs to know that he’s ok.”
“You bet, little guy. You can be in love with whoever you want and still be a hero, because everyone needs someone to look up to who is just like them.”
“When I grow up… I’m going to marry Zuku. And we’re going to be heroes together.”
Step Five: Hide the children from Class 2-A.
Hiding the children for the next few hours was proving to be quite the task. Their parents were going to show up with some of their childhood belongings, but they couldn’t go home with them due to ‘safety reasons’ as Aizawa had ominously worded it. He couldn’t take the boys into their own rooms, as he was supposed to avoid changing the future, and had nothing to keep them busy while waiting. Hitoshi now understood Recovery Girls’ comment– these two are complete demons together.
“Kacchan! If I jump off the bed, you have to catch me!”
“Ok, do it” As Midoriya began to jump, Hitoshi watched an evil smirk cross Bakugos’ face as he stepped out of the way, allowing Midoriya to fall to the ground.
“Ow Kacchan! So mean!” Midoriya growled, lunging at the older toddler. He grabbed hold of the shorts Bakugo wore, yanking them down and running behind Hitoshi to hide.
“Zuku! You know you’re not allowed to do that!” Bakugo whined, attempting to pull the shorts back up and not quite succeeding, because the second he started to run towards Midoriya, the shorts immediately fell back down, and he face planted into the carpet.
Midoriya began to giggle obsessively. “You don’t even know how to walk, Kacchan. How are you going to get me now?”
Bakugo growled, yanking the shorts off completely and chucking them in the air as he ran forward and under Hitoshi, grabbing hold of Midoriya and slamming him to the ground, sitting down on his legs to keep him still. “I’m going to tickle you. And you’re going to like it.” Hitoshi shuddered as he felt the evil in the room increase.
Within seconds, Bakugo was tickling Midoriya as the two shrieked and giggled, and he had to wonder how their parents dealt with this on a daily basis.
The laughing suddenly stopped. “Mister hero?”
“Yeah?”
“Um… I made Zuku laugh a little too hard…” Bakugo sheepishly stood up and helped Midoriya up. “He isn’t a big boy yet; he doesn’t tell people when he has to go potty.”
Hitoshi stared at the two boys, one of which was practically naked, and the other who definitely just had an accident. “No.” He stood and walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on. “Go, both of you. Go wash yourselves while I attempt to figure out how to clean my carpet.” He pulled his phone out as the toddlers quietly shuffled into the bathroom.
‘Denki, help.’
“Whats wrong babe?’
‘How do you clean a carpet’
‘Huh? What happened’
‘A tickle fight, and apparently Midoriya wasn’t potty trained when he was 3’
‘Gross. I’ll be there in a minute with Yaomomo.’
‘Why Yaomomo?’
‘She can create something to clean it properly and make new clothes for your children’
‘Not my kids, denks.’
A few minutes later, Hitoshi's door flew open, and Denki was pushing Momo inside and quickly closing the door behind him.
“Thanks for knocking.”
“No problem. Ok, where are the terrors?”
“Can someone explain what’s happening to me? Please? I’m so confused.” Momo asked, twisting her hands together.
“So, basic rundown–”
“Mister hero, I can’t reach the stupid water.”
“...That’s Bakugo. Why is he tiny? And naked?” Momo asked, immediately locking her eyes onto a wall so as to not look at the naked toddler.
“He and Midoriya were hit by a quirk that made them toddlers again. And Midoriya isn’t potty trained. How do I clean my carpet?”
“Ok, I can help with that. Please take him back into the bathroom.”
Hitoshi walked into the bathroom and turned the water off, handing the boys towels. “Please stay here until Momo leaves.” He quickly closed them in the bathroom and turned to Momo.
“This should work for the carpet. Uh… do they have clothes?” Hitoshi shook his head, and Momo smiled. “I’ll make them some clothes. Is Midoriya still quite a bit smaller than Bakugo?” Hitoshi nodded and her exposed stomach began to sparkle as she pulled tiny clothes out and laid them down on Hitoshi’s bed. “They aren’t much, but there's some comfy pajamas for them. And diapers for Midoriya. I really hope I never have to say that sentence again.” Momo laughed as she pulled her shirt back down.
“Thank you for your help, Yaomomo.” As she left the room, Hitoshi turned to find Denki scrubbing at the carpet with the cleaner he had been given.
“I don’t want kids Hitoshi.” Denki groaned, and Hitoshi chuckled.
“You might at some point. I’m going to go dress the little beasts. Thank you for cleaning that.” Hitoshi grabbed the clothes and a diaper, walking into the bathroom.
“I’m sorry I had an accident…” Midoriya as a toddler was a deadly weapon. How could anyone stay mad at him with how cute he was?
“It happens. But we’re going to play it safe from now on, so you’re gonna wear diapers until the quirk gets reversed, ok?”
“Ok..” Hitoshi handed Bakugo his clothes, and the little boy just stared at them.
“Do you need help, Katsuki?”
“No! I’m a big boy! Big boys don’t need help!” His face contorted into an angry scowl, less menacing when he’s only three feet tall. Hitoshi laid Midoriya down on the towels, quickly getting him diapered and dressed. The little boy had his thumb in his mouth again, his other hand tangled in his wet, curly hair. As soon as Bakugo had his clothes on, he brought them back out and sat the boys down on his bed.
“Hitoshi, I’m coming in. I have Bakugo and Midoriya's mothers with me.” Aizawa opened the door, allowing the women to enter before him as he held the door.
“Oh my stars, look at you two. Oh, you’re so small!” Hitoshi looked between the two women for a second before turning back to his dad.
“What is Kaminari doing on the floor?”
“Cleaning the carpet. Izuku had an accident.”
“I am so sorry!” Hitoshi jumped at the voice but calmed when he looked at the green haired woman in front of him. “He never told me when he had to go to the bathroom, it was so hard to potty train him. He only really talked to me and Katsuki and might have a few tantrums. If I could take him back with me, I would.”
“It’s ok, Midoriya-san. It isn’t a big deal, and Denki likes cleaning, don’t you?”
“I’m breaking up with you, Hitoshi. You’re a bully.” Denki laughed.
“Oh? You two are dating?”
“Mama! They said that I can be a hero no matter who I fall in love with!” Bakugo yelled, and his mother's face softened into a smile.
“Of course you can. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do what you put your mind and heart to.” Mitsuki picked her child up and held him close. This was probably one of the first times in a long time she’s gotten to hug him, Hitoshi reasoned to himself.
“Auntie?” Bakugo pulled away slightly as he looked at Inko.
“Yes Katsuki?” Inko tried her hardest to suppress the smile she wore, knowing what was about to happen.
“When Zuku and I grow up, I’m going to marry him. Ok?”
“I know Katsuki, I know.”
After a few hours, the moms had to leave. They explained the stuff they had brought for the boys, setting it all on Hitoshi's desk.
“Oh, one more thing…” Inko quietly said as Hitoshi walked them back to the entry gates, “Izuku is autistic. I don’t know if he told you that, because I know he said you two were friends. And it probably isn’t hard to figure out. But he won’t really tell you when he needs something. I remember how stressful it was to try to help him with whatever he needed, because If I couldn’t figure it out quickly it was like the world was ending. Please just take care of my baby.”
“Don’t worry, I understand. Probably better than you would think.” Hitoshi gave a rare smile, and Inko relaxed.
“Thank you.”
As Hitoshi returned to his room, he could hear the chattering in the hall. In front of his door.
“Uh, what is this?”
“Shinso! I keep hearing little kids! At first, I thought you had Eri in there, but then I realized it’s a little boy. Who is it?” Mina explained, waving her arms around as she spoke.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You all should go do your own thing, don’t worry about it.” It was at that moment that the door cracked open and tiny faces appeared.
“No! Come back boys! Look, All Might!” Hitoshi could hear the panic in Denki’s voice.
“Back in the room boys. You can’t be around these people because they might say too much about your future.”
“But… Who are they?” Bakugo asked, and Hitoshi sighed.
“Your future classmates, and some of these guys are your friends. That’s why you can’t be around them.”
“Denki said that we’re friends in the future, and you let me be around him!”
“My dad is a pro hero, and he gave the two of us permission to watch you. Just me and Denki.”
“The old guy with the scarf is a pro hero? Who?” Bakugo asked, pulling Midoriya to stand in front of him. He had lost track of the focus of the sixteen students in the hallway who were now staring at the two of them in absolute awe.
“That’s Eraserhead. I don’t know if you’ll recognize–”
Midoriya gasped dramatically and yanked his thumb out of his mouth. “That guy was Eraserhead? Wow! He’s so cool!”
“Yes, he is cool.” Hitoshi shooed the boys back into the room,” I’ll be right there. Go watch the movie with Denki.” he closed the door and turned to his classmates. “No one can talk to them because what gets said to them changes their future. I didn’t know that earlier and told them that Midoriya got hurt because he didn’t get his quirk until he was fifteen, and I know that screwed some things up.”
“They’re so cute dude. How old are they?” Kirishima asked.
“Bakugo is five, Midoriya is three, almost four. Any other questions?”
“Were they actually friends as kids?” Uraraka asks.
“Hey, Kirby girl, Zuku is my best friend and I’m gonna marry him!”
“Katsuki!” Denki yells, running over and grabbing him from the door, closing it quickly.
Chaos ensues.
Step six: Watch toddlers until the quirk wears off.
This was the easy part. Hitoshi had no clue how easy-going Bakugo could be, and apart from his occasional insult, he was actually a well behaved and polite kid. Midoriya struggled, because apparently stores no longer made the All Might kids dinner that he had decided was his safe food at this age, but he eventually explained what was in it enough for Hitoshi to find something similar.
He got the boys to lay down on a mattress Denki had managed to drag into the room and lay down on the floor. Midoriya had a blanket and a stuffed rabbit that he apparently needed more than air in order to sleep, and Hitoshi watched Bakugo look around hesitantly before sneakily sticking his thumb in his mouth like Midoriya as he fell asleep.
A quiet knock sounded at the door, and Aizawa poked his head into the room. “Are you guys doing ok? Did they get to sleep ok?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep. So is Denki, for once.” Hitoshi sat up and climbed out of bed trying to avoid waking Denki up and followed Aizawa out of the room.
“We learned a bit more about the quirk. It should only be a forty-eight-hour thing, so there's about thirty-six hours to go. You have to keep people away from them, I don’t want any more changes to their future. Find a way to entertain them tomorrow, you and Kaminari are excused from classes.”
“Ok, thank you dad. I learned the other day that they used to play computer games a lot at this age so I might be able to keep them hooked on that.”
“Good, just don’t show them anything too modern. Go get some sleep, good night, Hitoshi.”
“Night dad.” Hitoshi retreated back to his room and crawled back into bed, Denki immediately moving back against him.
“Gnigh…Toshi…”
“Good night, Denki.” Hitoshi whispered, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. It was a rare occurrence for them to be able to fall asleep together, and Hitoshi was going to appreciate that to the fullest extent.
As Hitoshi woke up the next morning, he heard quiet mumbling from the ground. “Izuku, are you awake?” Hitoshi waited for a second as the mumbling stopped, and a pair of big green eyes came into his line of sight.
“Up please?”
Hitoshi started to move until suddenly Denki reached down and scooped him up. “There ya go little dude”
“Thank you…” Midoriya said, hiding his face as he crawled in between the two teenagers and sat down.
“What time is it Denks?”
“Uh… nine thirtyish.”
“Do you want to go back to sleep Izuku?” Midoriya shook his head no as Hitoshi stared at him.
“No. Enough sleep. Can’t lay down anymore.”
“Ok, let’s go get food. Everyone should be in class by now. Let's make Denki and Katsuki breakfast, ok?” Hitoshi watched the toddler violently nod his head, his green curls flying. “Ok. let me get up, yeah?” Midoriya moved closer to Denki to allow Hitoshi to crawl out of bed, and as soon as Hitoshi was on his feet, Midoriya stretched his arms out to be picked up. Hitoshi pulled the small child to his hip, and then leaned down to kiss Denki on the forehead before he walked out of the room.
“Mmnmcankes?”
“What buddy? I can’t understand you with your thumb in your mouth.” Hitoshi stepped into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button.
“Pancakes?” Midoriya repeated himself, pulling his thumb out for a split second to speak.
“Yeah, we can make pancakes.” As Hitoshi stepped out of the elevator and made his way to the kitchen, he listened to the muffled babbling from the small toddler in his arms. He set Midoriya down on the kitchen counter and began to pull out pancake ingredients. “Are you going to be a big boy and help me?” Midoriya immediately nodded and Hitoshi laughed, scooping the mix into a bowl. After getting everything in the bowl, Hitoshi handed the whisk to Midoriya. He began to mix happily, and Hitoshi turned to put a pan on the stove.
“Eh! Eh! No! Off off!” Midoriya screeched, and Hitoshi turned to find him flapping his hands out in front of him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Off! Get it off! It’s bad!”
“Oh… You got batter on your hands. Let's wash them, ok? I’ll mix the pancakes.” Hitoshi scooted the boy closer to the sink and washed off his hands, helping him to calm down. He understood the horrible feeling all too well. It was very easy to be grossed out by the sticky goo, especially for a toddler who didn’t know how to deal with basic sensory issues like this. Logically, he knew that Midoriya was more than fit to be a hero, but if he still struggled with issues like this it could be difficult to deal with medic situations.
He turned to make the pancakes, making the whole batch up and putting half in the fridge for his classmates to find after school. He pulled the child off the counter and set him on the floor, grabbing the pancakes, plates, syrup and the tiny hand that reached for him. They journeyed back to the dorm room, and Midoriya rushed inside as Hitoshi struggled to set the food down on his desk. Denki had fallen back asleep, and it seemed that Bakugo was still out as well.
“Let’s get you changed, and then we can wake everyone up, ok?” Hitoshi grabbed a new diaper for the toddler and led him to an empty spot on the floor, quickly changing him and pulling him back to his feet. “Go wake Katsuki up, then you two can eat.” Hitoshi walked into the bathroom and washed his hands, smiling to himself as he heard quiet giggling and whispering. Hitoshi would never admit it out loud, but if this was what it was like to have his own little family, he wouldn’t mind it. He stood against the door frame looking into the room, the two little boys together on the floor and Denki asleep in his bed, and Hitoshi genuinely felt happy. He walked over to his sleeping boyfriend, moving his blond hair away from his face to get a better look at him. “Denki, you awake?”
Denki let out a noise somewhere between annoyance and shock, and the boys giggled again. “Wake up babe, I made pancakes. Also, happy birthday.” Hitoshi watched in amusement as Denki slowly woke up, blinking a few times before rubbing at his eyes.
“I heard there were pancakes.”
“At this point, there should only be about a day left of the toddler curse. So, wake up, eat some pancakes, and help me raise our children.” Denki smiled lazily as he listened to Hitoshi talk, secretly loving having to take care of his toddler friends with him. Hitoshi stood up, walking back over to the pancakes and putting some on a plate for the two kids to share. He pulled the chair out, placing both kids on it with the food in front of them. As the four ate, Hitoshi scrolled through his phone, researching games that had been out when they were all little. He found a few that revolved around All Might, and, after Denki’s half conscious–and pancake filled– approval, he downloaded them.