A/N: This is a rewrite of a story I found in my drafts that I decided I wanted to finish.

TW: Referenced child abuse, and similar themes. 

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Hitoshi slowly woke, blinking his eyes a few times as he regained consciousness trying to clear the slight blur, and squinted into the darkness around him. His neck ached from the slumped over position he had been in along a dull aching to the back of the head suddenly snapped his brain into high alert. He had been walking home when he was distracted by a kitten crying out for help and was knocked out in an alleyway. God, how could he have fallen for it? This is what happens when you let your guard down and listen to your heart.

Every second he became more aware of the situation: The cold metal handcuffs digging into his wrists, restraining his hands behind his back; the material tied tightly around his mouth, pulling at the corners and digging in; the dried blood around his forehead and nose from a cut that would sting every so often if he moved a certain way. He had no idea how he would get out of this one.

"Dad?" He tried calling out, but the makeshift gag reduced it to an incoherent noise. Panic was beginning to set in as he tugged at the handcuffs again, trying not to focus on the fact that he was surrounded by nothing but black. It was so dark, he could hardly even make out the door ahead. For a normal hero, this would be relatively unnerving. But for Hitoshi it was a nightmare. Ever since his biological father had locked in him the small supply closet overnight while his friends came over one time, he had a horrible fear of dark confined spaces. No one knew that except for his adopted dads, who he sometimes vented to about what he'd been through. At first he wasn't willing to open up, but after Aizawa had insisted he talk through his feelings, he found he liked getting it off his chest. Especially if it meant he got a hug.

The shadows felt as if they were closing in on him, and Hitoshi had to squeeze his eyes back shut to gain control over his anxious breaths which were steadily growing faster by the second. His chest tightened, feeling as if his ribs were shrinking and crushing his lungs in a vice grip. Nausea crept up on him as he tried to push away a familiar sense of unease and panic from an unwanted memory. You have to remain calm if you're going to make it out of here.

What was he meant to do? He was trapped in some unknown place, tied up alone with no one to help him. If he couldn't talk then he couldn't use his quirk, and his hands were no use like this so there was no way to fight back. Did the villain know about his quirk then?

You idiot, the sports festival outed your quirk to all of Japan. Of course they know. And what villain wouldn't try to stop you from yelling?

He clenched his jaw, biting down on the cloth in his mouth for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath and counting to 5, held it in for 5 seconds before exhaling counting to 5. He repeated this a few times, until he had managed to mostly calm down enough to think. He was lured, kidnapped and was being held hostage, but why? Who would do this and why would they target him?

He wasn't entirely certain it had to do with his parents, although it felt like the most likely reason. If he was captured, the villain had leverage. Or they had a means for revenge.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps cut off his thought process. Not just because someone was coming, but because he felt as if he knew who's steps they belonged to. Having grown up in an abusive household, Hitoshi was every good at learning people's individual step patterns. He knew who was walking around just by the unique sounds of their footsteps. He had even subconsciously learnt the of his two dad's patterns (although most of the time Aizawa was extremely difficult to pick up on as he had mastered being stealthy. It was as if he had noise cancelling feet)

The ones outside the door had the distinctive sound of thick boots, though they clicked against the ground more like high heels. Something about that made Hitoshi's neck hair prickle, because only one person he knew had shoes like that. But he must be wrong, right? He had to be. So he strained his ears to listen better, and felt his heart almost stop when he finally picked up on the step pattern. Light footsteps with a slight spring to them, almost like a dance.

No. No that can't be right. Because those footsteps were entirely unique to-

The door swung open with a bang as it hit the wall, and Hizashi Yamada grinned at his son from the doorway. He opened his mouth, and nausea once again took hold of Hitoshi as he heard a voice that had once brought him comfort, but now made his blood turn to ice.

"Oh heeeyy Hitoshi, finally awake are we? You've been out for hours, I was starting to think you'd died or something, that's not cool, y'know?"

Hitoshi squinted against the sudden bright light from the hallway as he stared in horror at his other dad, noticing a sinister smile in the place of where he had once saw a comforting one. Yamada nearly always had a smile on his face, but this was downright chilling. His emerald eyes glinted dangerously in the light from under his glasses. Hitoshi had never seen him look so evil. The man was in his home clothes, with his golden hair tied back and two red hearing aids sitting on his ears. The domestic sight of him was once something Hitoshi loved, but now it made him feel scared. And...surprisingly angry.

Why is he doing this...how dare he betray us!

"Oh the look on your face, it hurts me" Yamada fake pouted with his iconic dramatic flair, before crossing his arms when he got no reaction, "I know you're confused, but this all just a game. As much as I love you and Shou, I wanted to have some fun. Make things interesting for my grand finale!" His grin widened, sending a chill down Hitoshi's spine. He no longer looked like his adopted loud dad. No, he looked like a monster. A villain.

"Shou is extremely clever, as you know, and I've loved seeing what he can do when pushed. He's been able to crack many cases like this before, and has been coming too close to figuring out who this villain's true identity is. It's only a matter of time before he figures it out. Man, I'm not even sure if he doesn't know at this point, my husband's amazing! Buuuttt now I've decided to play one last game with some interesting conditions"

Yamada uncrossed his arms as he visibly grew excited to explain the 'game'. "It's very simple. You were kidnapped on your way home by some villain who has unfinished business with Eraserhead and Present Mic, so he took their child. The two heroes now have 5 days to save you. And the rules go as such: If Shouta manages to gather the evidence and find you in time, you will live and I will run. If he doesn't manage to find you in time, then you die and I get to play the role of a grieving father. Nothing personal Toshi, but sacrifices must be made"

Hitoshi tried to yell at him, to tell him he was fucking insane and that Aizawa was going to kill him when he found out, but Yamada only laughed as it came out in muffled screams. "Oh dear boy, speak clearer won't you? It's rude to mumble"

He felt tears in his eyes, but refused to let them show. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing him cry- not anymore. He lost that right. Yamada waked closer and crouched in front of him, that wicked grin still there.

"Ok, I'll take that off in the morning. I have no worried about you using your quirk, as you're in quirk erasing handcuffs! All you'll do is give yourself a headache and wear yourself out faster than needed. You'll need your strength for the next few days. It'd be disappointing if you weren't able to see the outcome of our thrilling family game"

The man reached up and ruffled his hair, before heading back towards the door, only to look back over his shoulder at his adopted son. "Now Toshi, let's hope that Eraserhead can live up to your expectations of him. Wouldn't it be a shame if he couldn't save his beloved son who looked up to him his whole life? "

The teen glared at him, but Yamada could see the fear and betrayal behind those indigo eyes. He wouldn't admit it, but it hurt him slightly more than it should've. But what would it matter anyway, one of them would be gone in 5 days. "Night night Toshi, don't let the creatures in the dark bite!"

The door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness once more, earning a muffled cry of panic from Hitoshi.

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Aizawa yawned as he stretched in his chair, tiredly looking over the paperwork on the desk with disappear. Class 1A's assessments needed to be marked for tomorrow, and the teacher had originally assumed that he could just get it done closer to the time. Apparently his students disagreed. There was way more here than he had expected from this class, so now he would have to skip patrol and cram in another sleepless night to get it done. Not that that was any different from any other night, but he would've liked to have a lay down at least.

Not only was there a hell of a lot more work here than the class average, but Aizawa couldn't shake the feeling that something didn't feel right. It was similar to the feeling he had before the USJ attack, or when the problem child and his classmates went after the league to save Bakagou. Hizashi had always joked that it was his dad sense, even before Hitoshi came into their lives. He hated it being called that at first, but his husband had been surprisingly right. Those students were just as important to him as his own son. The feeling only grew by the minute, and he grunted in frustration as he felt it grow harder to concentrate. He reached up and fiddled with his scarf for a few seconds as he stared blankly at the worst attempt of an essay he had ever seen in his teaching career. Tonight was not the night to deal with this.

He sighed to himself as he made another note on the page in red ink, wondering how the hell there was so many mistakes in 3 sentences alone when his phone broke him out of his staring contest with the paper. He was almost tempted to ignore it, but the ringtone indicated it was his husband so it was best to just answer. Hizashi was the sort of person to keep ringing until you picked up, even if it took a couple of hours. Which was something he had actually done one night when Aizawa was on patrol. It was an odd type of determination that only Hizashi Yamada could have.

"Yes Zashi? I'm almost-"

Panicked sniffling from the other line cut him off, as he felt the dad sense grow. Now he knew that something definitely wasn't right.

"Shou! Shou, Hitoshi is...well I- he hasn't come home yet! He's not answering my calls and he should've been back ages ago!"

"What?!" Aizawa yelled leaping from his seat, but he ignored the few other teachers left in the room as they turned to look at him, "Zashi he left 3 hours ago, have you looked around the area? Followed his route home? Called the police?"

"I did...he wasn't there when I looked for him, and the police told me that he might have run off or gone somewhere for a while. They wouldn't listen! But Shou there's-"

"Stay there, I'll check the dorms-"

"Shou"

"He might be studying if his phone is-"

"Shouta!" Yamada yelled (thankfully not with his quirk), and his husband fell silent "There was a letter...from the villain about him. You should come home and see this for yourself..."

Aizawa didn't need to be told that. He was already heading for the door, ignoring Kayama's questions and abandoning the cursed essays on the desk. His family came first.

"Oh my way"

The underground hero ended up running the entire way home, in a frenzied panic that seemed to scare anyone he passed. Maybe it was the look of his face, or the fact that he would not move for anyone and had almost collided with at least 7 people. When he burst into the apartment, almost breaking the door off the hinges, he found his husband on the couch sobbing with a note clutched in his hand.

"Hizashi" He breathed out as he sat beside him and pulled him into a hug, "Zashi its ok, we'll find him. We'll bring our son back, no matter what it takes" He kissed the man's forehead as he cradled him close and rocked him ever so slightly. The loud hero's eyes were red from crying, and the green staring up with him showed nothing but pure anxiety. He said nothing back, as he handed the letter over.

Dear Eraserhead and Present Mic,

I have your son, but it is you who decides what will happen to him. You will have five days to figure out who I am and where he is, saving him like the heroes you are. If you rescue him then I will admit defeat and turn myself in. If you fail then he will die a gruesome death. His life is in your hands now. I hope you live up to the standards he sees in you.

The letter was concerning in itself, but Aizawa couldn't help but feel distracted by the handwriting. He knew it from somewhere. A mix of neat and messy letters that provoked some sense of loss inside him, but who did they belong to?

"This came with it" The blonde whispered as he wiped his eyes under his glasses, and handed him a Polaroid.

Aizawa practically snatched it from his hand and stared down in horror at the picture of his son. Hitoshi was slumped forward on a metal chair unconscious, hands behind his back. Fresh blood stained the left side of his face from a wound on his forehead, with some red splattered on his UA uniform. Once again, he was hit with the same sense of familiarity as he saw the bandana tied as a gag, but he shook it away. The briefly thought about how the villain must've known about his quirk, but then decided it was stupid. The sports festival would've given him away anyway, and besides villains would probably gag him regardless. There were no other clues in the photo, except for the room being dark, dirty with no windows visible.

Yamada sniffed and tapped his husband's shoulder "Let's go to the police. I'm sure you can scare them into filing a case this early"

"Yes...yes we need to be quick. We only have 5 days to get him back"

The two head for the door, Yamada putting his shoes back on while Aizawa stood outside the door with the letter and picture in his pocket, just realising he had been in such a rush he forgot to take his shoes off, before they headed to the station. As they drove in a completely safe and not at all dangerous speed, Aizawa glared at the road determinedly.

I'll find you Hitoshi, I promise. Just hold in there for me.