Prompt: Izuku calls Shouta dad. Not as a joke or anything. Just casually calls him dad.Okay!

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The squad and I have been working our asses off on paperwork. Honestly, I don't know how we focused for as long as we did before shit hit the fan.

"Can we destroy a car?" I ask suddenly out of nowhere. I'm emotionally and mentally tired, alright?

Shouta sighs, "No."

Nemuri taps her nails on her desk, "I'm with Izuku. We should destroy a car."

"Yeah! This is boring!" Hizashi announces as he stands up.

Shouta snatches his man by the scarf and forces him back in his seat, "If we get this done, we have less to worry about later. You should all know this."

I flop my head on my desk, "Maybe for y'all, but not for me."

"Would you rather have to do it all at once?"

"I rather die, but I guess not."

Shouta shakes his head, "I'll get you some KFC if you finish this."

God has blessed me, "Oh, okay, Dad!"

I immediately get back to work, scribbling through all the world's bullshit when laughter interrupts me, "Excuse me, what's with the laughter? I want this shit DONE!"

Hizashi and Nemuri laugh louder. What the fuck are they doing?

When I look up, I see Hizashi and Nemuri looking like they are about to die from laughter.

Shouta, meanwhile, is looking down at his papers with a smile. What?

"Uh, guys?"

Hizashi squeals, "Izuku, please tell me you know what you said!"

I furrow my eyebrows, "Know what I said?"

Nemuri is on the disgusting floor at this point.

Hizashi looks up at me with his face red, "Repeat the last thing you said."

"Okay Da-OH...Um....Oh god fucking damn it all," I snap as I hide my face in my hands.

"Wait, you didn't realize you called him that?!"

"No, why would I?!"

"Awww, you see him as a Dad!"

"I would like to be removed from the room."

Shouta finally speaks up about my blunder, "You're staying, son."

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I think Hizashi and Nemuri are going to die from laughter, and I fucking hate it.

Shouta just smiles at me innocently (didn't know that was possibly and I am further traumatized), "Come on, I'm still offering KFC."

My head is still on my desk, and I hide my hands in my face, "Sir, you're fucking embarrassing me."

"I don't care what you call me, kid. If you want to call me dad, I would happy to fill that role for you."

"I don't know whether I should be more embarrassed or to cry."

"You don't have to choose now. For now, focus on your work."

Why me?

Why fucking me?

If he starts making dad jokes over this, I'm dropping out of life.