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Parent teacher conferences while your dads are both teachers is decidedly the worst thing Hitoshi has ever had to deal with.
Before being adopted, parent teacher conferences had been horrible. Teachers always told lies about him using his quirk to influence grades or to harm other students. So, Hitoshi stopped talking. He stopped trying for good grades. He gave up on ever being good enough to reach the work quality needed for UA. When Hitoshi had actually been accepted into UA, he started to work harder and forced his grades up. He still didn’t talk or socialize much, but over time, he began to break out of that.
Despite his best efforts, Hitoshi made friends. He actually liked spending time with different people, to escape his own mind and to be able to take a break from his reality. That first year of school helped him to grow as a person, and near the end of the year he was adopted by Aizawa and Yamada. He no longer had to worry about instability and finally felt like he had a home, a place that he felt loved and wanted.
But still, the indignant evil that is parent teacher conferences still existed in a hero school. Hitoshi had assumed he wouldn’t have to participate, as his dads were teachers and could just access his grades through their access to the academic interface. He watched in horror as Yamada walked into the halfway lined with chairs, sat down, and pulled Eri onto his lap.
“Uh… What are you doing here?” Hitoshi quietly asked, and Hizashi began to laugh.
“You go to school here, correct?”
“Yes?”
“And I am your parent-slash-guardian, correct?”
“...yes?”
“Then I have to be here, whether or not either of us like it. Besides, I hear your teacher is pretty attractive.”
“Gross, pops. Don’t subject Eri to this. Let me take her back to the dorms.” Hitoshi held back his gagging and tried to take his sister away.
“No no no, you sit. We should get called in soon enough.”
“There are nineteen other students in this class. And most of them will be in front of me because of the damn alphabet.”
“Then just imagine how the Yaoyorozus’ feel. Sit, Hitoshi.”
“Fine.” Hitoshi plopped down in the chair next to Hizashi. “I hate this.”
“Hello Mic-Sensei! Hello Eri!” The person attached to the voice came skipping down the hall, mother in tow.
“Oh good, Denki, save me.”
“From what? Are you failing or something?” Denki asked, cocking his head to the side.
“No Denks, I don’t want to listen to the unnecessary flirting that’s going to happen the second Pops walks into that room.” Hitoshi slouched down in his chair, crossing his arms.
“Ooooh,” Denki laughed, “Sorry babe, I’m not saving you. Good luck though. My grades aren’t great and I’m gonna get chewed out for it, so don’t feel bad.”
“Denki Kaminari!” Denki paled as his mother stepped in behind him, anger obvious in her voice.
“How much of that did you hear?” Denki asked frantically, yelping as his mother held her finger to his chest and shocked him.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Kaminari, his grades aren’t as bad as he thinks they are. Your son is great at English.” Hizashi said, smiling as he pulled Eri back into his lap.
“Papa? I’m hungry. When are we going back home?”
“I’ll take her back!” Hitoshi shot up, holding his arms out to take Eri back to the teachers' quarters.
“Sit. Down.” Hizashi grumbled, glaring up at Hitoshi. Hitoshi quickly sat back down and locked his eyes to the floor. “Eri honey, we have to do this first, then we can get dinner when your daddy is done. “
Hitoshi remained silent. Denki sat down next to him, resting his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder. “You ok?”
Hitoshi shook his head no and readjusted his feet.
“Hitoshi, why do you actually want out of this conference so badly?”
“People used to lie about me during parent teacher conferences. Tell my foster parents that I was using my quirk for controlling the other students to give me test answers or be friends with me. Then they’d take me home and scream at me without listening to the truth. I just want to go home.”
“Toshi… you’re a hero student now. No one is going to treat you like that here. Besides, wasn't that Amajiki-Senpai’s line?” Denki said, running his hand up and down Hitoshi’s arm in an effort to comfort him.
“He’s right Hitoshi. I know you. You would never do anything like that. Parent teacher conferences here will never be like that for you, it’ll be me and your dad bragging about you to each other for twenty minutes. You don’t have to worry about any of that happening, I promise.” Hizashi says, reaching over and placing a hand on Hitoshi’s knee.
Hitoshi rubs at his face with his fists for a few seconds. “I just don’t want to go through that again.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
As the time passed, Hitoshi watched his fellow classmates walk in and out of the classroom, some smiling brightly, others slinking away with angry parents.
“Kaminari, your turn. Come on in.” Shouta said, poking his head out of the door.
“Well, wish me luck. I can already feel the death coming.” Denki said, saluting both Hitoshi and Hizashi, walking into the classroom with his mother.
“You know, children of pro heroes tend to have the best grades.”
“Ok, then explain Denki’s grades to me then.”
“I said tend.” Hizashi laughs, patting the knee he still had his hand on. “You chose well though. That boy is extremely street smart and has great control over his quirk now. He’s doing a lot better in his classes this year too. I like him.”
“Of course you do, he’s blonde.”
“Yeah, your dad hates that. He thinks it’s a curse that people in his family end up with ‘loud blonds’. I think it’s funny that he took that literally.”
“Was one of his parents blond?”
“His mother was. I only met her once, very briefly. Only seen his dad a few times too. They were never home. He didn’t have friends growing up either because people believed he would permanently disable their quirks.”
“He was in the same situation as me?”
“Yeah, so he knows what parent teacher conferences can be like. He won’t do that to you.”
“Ok.”
“Dude, I have great grades apparently!” Denki cheered as he walked out of the classroom, immediately plopping himself into Hitoshi’s lap.
“I’m so glad Denks.” Hitoshi said quietly, leaning his head on Denki’s back and wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Oh, and yet me threatening to flirt with your dad in front of you was too much for you.” Hizashi laughed.
“Shhh this is my happy place.” Hitoshi murmured, and Denki began to laugh.
“I figured he might calm down if he could hug me, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. I get it completely. I feel the same way about your homeroom teacher there.”
“What lies are you spreading about me Mic?” Shouta said, standing in the doorway.
“Nothing dear.” Hizashi laughed as Kirishima and his parents stood up to walk into the classroom.
“Knock that smile off your face Kaminari, I will drop your grade.” Shouta threatened before turning and walking back into the room.
“He’s lying Kaminari. Don’t listen to him.”
“Papa, I’m hungry!” Eri whined again. Hizashi looked down to reassure her that they could eat soon, as Denki grabbed a granola bar from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.
“I get hungry easily,” Denki said, shrugging. "Eat up little one.”
“Thank you, Denki!” Eri smiled brightly.
“Oh my gosh I want one.” Denki said, and Hitoshi immediately stiffened underneath him.
“A child?” He asked, cautiously.
“Yup!”
Hizashi started to laugh as Hitoshi sputtered, not sure how to react to his boyfriend wanting a child. After a while, the families began to slim down. There were only a few left, And Hitoshi knew that meant he was next.
“Hitoshi, come on in,” Shouta said, gently picking up Eri as she ran towards him.
“I’ll be back soon, Denks. Are you waiting here or are you going back to the dorms?”
“I’ll stay here! You got this!” Denki said, clapping his hands together.
As the door closed behind him, all Hitoshi felt was fear. He knew he was safe, and he knew he had good grades, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of something going terribly wrong.
“Well damn, drop me out and give me an F because I want to be in your class every year!” Hizashi says, and Hitoshi groans.
‘Wow, I thought you were a student! I’m so glad you aren’t.”
“Oh, kill me now.” Hitoshi whined, covering his ears.
“I bet you’d be great at hands-on lessons, but you can practice with me anytime.” Hizashi accented it with a wink, and Hitoshi could feel his lunch coming back up.
“Please, I’m begging. Get on with the conference.”
“After sitting there with you and your boyfriend in your lap for an hour and a half? Nah, I’m good.” Hizashi smirks, and Hitoshi groans.
“Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“And I’d do anything to get an A in your class.” Hizashi says, his attention turned back to Shouta.
“Guys! Eri is right there!” Hitoshi yells, and Eri begins to giggle.
“It’s funny, Toshi!” She says, going back to her little cat plushie in her hands.
“Are you sure you’re an English teacher? Because you’d be better at science. We have chemistry together.”
“Ok, that was just cheesy.”
“Would you prefer dirty or cheesy, because I have both.” Shouta says, and Hitoshi lowers his head to his hands.
“What are my grades for your class, dad? I just want to know.” Hitoshi said, not looking back up.
“Well, I don’t know about your grades, but,” Shouta says, looking over to Hizashi to continue his sentence, “I’d give you an A plus just for your looks.”
“Oh. My. God. Please, I can’t take this. Can I please have my emotional support human for this?”
“Sure, go get him.” Hizashi said, smile almost evil as he spoke.
Hitoshi scrambled for the door, reaching out and pulling Denki into the room and quickly using him as a shield from his parents.
“Please, help me.”
“What’s wrong Toshi?”
“Just listen.”
“I lost my library card, but do you mind if I check you out?” Hizashi continues, like there isn’t an extra person in the room.
“Oh no.” Denki says, trying to turn around and leave.
“No, if I have to sit through this, so do you. Now sit.” Hitoshi pulled Denki down into his lap, hiding behind him once again.
“I’m sure we could learn about important dates in our history. Care to be one of them?” Shouta fires back, and Hitoshi feels Denki suppress a giggle.
“Grades. Please. Or I will start doing the same thing to you that you are doing to me.”
“Are you threatening your teacher, young man?” Denki said, sitting up taller in Hitoshi’s lap, “Because that would make you a bad boy. And that means I have to punish you.”
Hizashi loses it. He begins to laugh hysterically as Shouta looks at the two boys with an amused smile on his face. “See Hitoshi, your boyfriend is even on our side. You can’t win.”
“Just tell me my grades, dad.” Hitoshi said, face beet red.
Later on that night, as the family sat around the table eating dinner, Eri began to giggle.
“Toshi?”
“Yeah Eri?” Hitoshi asked, stuffing his yakisoba in his mouth.
“What did Denki mean about punishing you? I don’t think you’re bad.”
Hitoshi stopped, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, and made eye contact with his dads. “Out of everything that was said, you want to know what Denki meant? Really?” He said, pushing his plate away and standing up. “I want to be excused please.”
“No, sit down.”
“I hate parent teacher conferences.”