authors pov

17:00 PM MUSTAFA, JAPAN

"i can't believe he actually got us in the same room..." izuku starts, pulling off his hoodie, showing off his muscles. "alone..."

"he said he wanted to train with his mama and daddy, for some reason," y/n says, taking a quick glance at izuku. 

'damn,' she shakes her head. 'not now. focus,'

"so where is he?" izuku asks. "i thought he was with you..."

"and i think you've lost all your braincells," y/n says, taking off her hoodie. she folds it, putting it on a bench with the rest of hers and aimilios' stuff. y/n feels aimilios' heartbeat through her feather. "he's coming...i think...he's trying to fly here with his quirk?"

"oh? oh, yeah. he kinda used it when-"

"the villain came," y/n nods. izuku chuckles, making y/n raise her eyebrow.

"what?"

"i forgot we could do that," izuku says.

"do what?"

"finish each others sentences," izuku says. y/n rolls her eyes. 

"we've known each other for how long?" y/n says. "we did it-"

"since we were kids," izuku finishes off. "yes. i know. we could even do it with kacchan, too,"

"yeah. but that was forever ago," y/n says as aimilios bursts into the room with a receptionist following him. 

"mama!" he flies into y/n's arms. "look look. i can fly!"

"yeah, i know i saw," y/n says, squishing his freckled cheeks. he giggles, trying to swat away his mother's hands.

"h-he's so fast," the receptionist says, hands on their knees. he try to catch his breath. "my quirk couldn't keep up,"

"he likes fast paced things," y/n says, walking over to arson, the receptionist, smiling at him. "sorry, if he cause any trouble. knowing him, he did,"

"no. i didn't!" aimilios says. "right, miss?"

"sir or mr, actually," arson says. "but it's okay,"

"sorry, mister," aimilios says. "but like i didn't cause any trouble, did i?" arson shakes his head.

"of course, not. you were an angel," arson says, tapping aimilios' cheek. he giggles.

"thanks for your help, arson," izuku says. arson waves, teleporting out the training room. 

"mama? daddy?" izuku and y/n hum at the same time, making aimilios smile. "can we train now?"

~

"that's twelve to mama and two to daddy!" aimilios says, writing it on a whiteboard as y/n drinks some water. "daddy, how are you losing?"

"i actually don't know," izuku says through gritted teeth, sitting on the ground. 

"are you both calling me weak?" y/n asks. 

"no mama!" aimilios says. "i just thought daddy would be strong enough to hold his own against you,"

"so you're both calling me weak?" izuku asks, looking at aimilios and y/n. y/n and aimilios look at each other. 

"yes," they say in sync. 

"wow," izuku says, making aimilios giggle. "lets just work on you for the rest of today then,"

"me?" aimilios questions, pointing to himself.

"yeah, baby," y/n says. "you were flying today. i need to see how strong your wings are,"

"you're gonna teach me how to fly properly?!" aimilios smiles. "like how you did?"

"you don't wanna learn the same way i did," y/n says, shaking her head. 

"how did you learn?" izuku asks, standing up. 

"i'm not telling you anything," y/n says. aimilios taps y/n's legs. 

"please, mama," aimilios says. y/n sighs.

"he threw me off a building,"

"who? hawks...?" izuku says, trying  to hold in his laughter. "wait-hawks threw you off a building? how old were you?"

"like five, i think. my wings weren't as strong as his,"

"so you're going to throw me off a building?" aimilios says. "that's so cool!"

"maybe-"

"no!"