Third person pov

Isao and the other boys exited the shower feeling refreshed, and the girls were the same. Momo had been happy to make clothes for those who needed it, producing the highest-quality material for the quirkless children. They'd pulled on the fresh clothing with hesitant smiles. Takashi had seemed very proud, his hands firmly on his hips as he observed his work. A few of the kids needed haircuts, but he'd done a pretty good job estimating sizes for each of them. They seemed fairly contented, anyway. 

"My husband's got dinner going, so we have some time to kill before it's ready! What does everyone think about a movie?" Takashi asked cheerfully, feeling extremely happy. The kids weren't about to say no to anything Takashi said. The brunette had rescued them, after all. If Isao was complying, it made sense that they would too. Plus, a movie? When was the last time they'd gotten the chance to sit down and watch one of those on an actual TV? Some of the kids couldn't remember. Others didn't want to. Isao, with the help of Miki, the sickly looking little girl, herded the children towards the living room area. They were hesitant, staying huddled in a tight little pack and averting their eyes anytime someone one of 1-A's curious students poked their head from the kitchen or dining area to peer at them.

Takashi felt a sense of pride swell in his chest as he watched all the children clamber onto the couches and arm chairs, finding spots on the plush area rug to claim as their own. Isao set the two toddlers down between several older kids, who immediately wrapped them in the blankets draped over the back of the couch to keep them from catching anything, as they were still slightly damp from showering.

"We have Netflix, if you want to find something family-friendly on there! I'll go get Touya to dish you all up some stuff. Any allergies?" Takashi checked peppily, not minding the two twin five years old boys clinging to his legs. It reminded him of his late days as a preschool teacher. It hadn't been very long since then, but he missed it dearly. He loved kids. Isao looked mildly panicked to see the two boys attached to the man who'd brought them, despite the brunette not appearing to mind. 

The small, sickly girl who Takashi had been introduced to as Miki shakily rose up her hand, averting her eyes and shrinking in on herself. Takashi kept a kind smile on his face, not even reacting as Isao began to try prying the kids off Takashi. The two boys whined in protest. This man had brought them donuts and brought them somewhere warm! Of course they didn't want to let go. He hadn't even been mean to them once, which was an upgrade from their previous placement, honestly. 

"Miki is allergic to peanuts. Not deathly, but it gives her a soar throat." Isao grumbled, tugging one of the twins off as carefully as he could. A burst of fire shot from the boy's mouth, and Takashi's eyebrows shot up. Isao sighed. "Late bloomers. Parents got rid of them too early, I guess."

Takashi frowned, but nodded, casually stepping to the left so that his foot fell upon the small flame that had been left by the boy. His brother popped off Takashi's leg to go follow his sibling, smoke puffing grumpily from his nostrils like he was a little dragon. The brunette felt his heart sing. Cute little baby boys with fire quirks? He could breakdance, he was so happy. This was such a wonderful day! He wondered if any of these other kids had, or would have, quirks. It was interesting to think about.

Touya was a bit excited in the kitchen, shoving together plates of food with the help of a beaming Izuku and a relatively content Shoto, along with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero who all insisted on doing something. They added forks to the meals, pouring glasses of ice water for the kids and retrieving pudding cups from the fridge. Aoyama had willingly given all twenty of his up for the children once he realized why they were here, and where they'd come from. It had been tearful and dramatic, but at least the kids would get a tasty dessert now. A... glittery one, but maybe they'd enjoy the rainbow chocolate swirl.

Takashi and Touya had been wanting kids since they got together. It had always been something they'd dreamed up. A big family together in a nice house where they could live out their days. It all sounded like a dream come true in his opinion. And now there was an entire classroom's worth of children sitting in the living room, all in need of loving homes to call their own. Quirkless shelters were complicated. Any children above the age of six were likely to remain quirkless. Those below had the running chance of turning out to be late bloomers. From the sound of Takashi's surprised praise on the 'pretty fire' in the other room, he was guessing that was working out to be the case for at least one child.

"You do realize you'll probably be taking at least six home, right?" Shoto snorted as shoved the last plate for the kids in the other room over. The beginning of 'Frozen' sounded. At least they had taste. "I haven't known Takashi as long as you, but..."

"He loves kids! Especially the little kind." Izuku finished, plopping a large pot of spaghetti noodles down on the counter so it wouldn't overcook on the stove. This batch was for 1-A. "Should we start taking food out?"

"Yeah... Yeah, probably." Touya began to untie his apron, feeling wiped. Takashi did this every night almost single handedly, and he had no idea how. Then again, the amount of kids he'd been cooking for doubled right when he was almost done. "Everyone grab a plate and a cup! Keep it brief and don't scare anyone."

Eager to help and to see the children, 1-A's present students bounced into action. Touya felt himself smile. Not all too long ago, the kid's probably would've attacked him for demanding anything of them. Things had changed so much in such a short amount of time. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, like his favorite pair of cream colored cat socks with white polka dots and rubber dots on the bottom. 

"What the hell?" Bakugo's brows raised as he entered the kitchen, evidently having smelt the food and assumed it was getting near time to eat. But when he saw his classmates running around like lunatics, all but throwing themselves into the lounge area with plates at the ready before returning for more, he clearly got the memo that something was up. "What're you losers doing now?"

"Takashi brought a quirkless shelter home, Baku-bro! They're hungry!" Kirishima snatched the last plate as Bakugo's nose scrunched up distastefully. "Hey, don't look like that. They're really nice! There's this one kid our age. He reminds me of you, kind of, but nicer and with less cursing." 

"Shut the fuck up. If he's quirkless, the shit isn't anything like me." Bakugo rolled his eyes. Touya rolled his too, and Kirishima frowned before turning away to scurry into the next room with the plate. Isao was the last to take any food, seeming relieved to see Kirishima with the last plate. He gave a slight nod, averting his eyes to his lap and remaining tense. The redhead gave a beaming smile before turning tail and darting back for the kitchen like it was a battle checkpoint. Takashi bounced in after him with a huge smile.

"Oh Tou-yaaa!" Takashi sung, eyes sparkling excitedly. Touya held his breath. He knew what was coming. "How do you feel about adopting two kids?" 

Touya's expression grew confused. 


"Just two?" 

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Natsuo entered the kitchen, ghostly pale. Fuyumi gulped, glancing away from the dinner cooking on the stove to glance at her brother. He'd willingly volunteered to stay here until Fuyumi could fully move out, and the young woman was glad. Especially now that their father was acting so... weird. The apology had scared Fuyumi into calling Hawks, and they'd talked in low tones about possible drug addiction or maybe the chance of a psychotic break. None seemed plausible, but what other explanations were there? Fuyumi believed he could change on his own, but with... with anime references? There had to be an outside source, whether it be substance abuse or a mental interference. Maybe a quirk?

"I think dad just quoted Naruto." Natsuo said, voice hazy and eyes slightly unfocused as his brows furrowed. Fuyumi felt herself begin to sweat. So she wasn't crazy. It had happened to Natsuo too. She... wasn't sure if that made her feel better. Really, it just confirmed this all.

"He apologized to you too?" Fuyumi asked in a hushed tone. Somewhere further in the house, they heard the front door open and close, eliciting flinches from the pair. "I thought I had hallucinated the whole thing! But then-" 

"He's got to be on drugs." Natsuo agreed, plopping down at the bar and putting his face in his hands. Fuyumi bit her lip. "What do we do? Call the cops? A psych ward?" 
 
While the two siblings debated over what to do with their seemingly deranged father, Endeavor slid into his too-expensive car, ready to go pick Hoshi up from dance class. He felt oddly light, having apologized. He wasn't sure if they'd accepted it, but they hadn't yelled at him. Just asked about Naruto. He did suppose he should've seen that coming. It was Hoshi, after all. It was too adorable for him to be mad. Besides, the blue-haired young man had warned him that he'd watched enough anime to know how to deal with all this. And evidently, he had.

The radio thrummed lowly in the background. Endeavor usually had it off, but Hoshi's love for music was bleeding over to him and infecting him. His soulmate had constructed a playlist for them, full of songs he thought related to them. Endeavor listened to it on patrols and when he was in his office, feeling awfully elated anytime a new track was added. He felt like a giddy schoolgirl, and was okay with that. 

His windows were tinted enough, but his car was more on the expensive side and gained a lot of attention as a resort. He'd been contemplating getting something more low-key, and maybe a car for Hoshi. But he liked having excuses to see him, and driving him places was one of those! Besides, they had a date to get to. And by date, he meant Hoshi had begged him for coffee, and who was he to refuse? The first place they'd gone to still remained undiscovered by his fans, meaning they could continue to go there until they caught on. Speaking of fans, Hoshi hadn't mentioned anything about him being Endeavor, now that he thought about it. 

Hoshi dragged himself from the building, tired eyes searching for his soulmate's vehicle. He laid eyes on the scarlet Camaro and stared for a moment, processing the pricey car's presence. His mind went back to Enji offering to pick him up, and then him tiredly asking for mercy in the form of coffee before going back to performing a series of rather complicated flips and slides. Sometimes, he felt like more of a gymnast than he did a dancer, but he supposed they were one in the same. He dreaded the day Enji asked to see him perform. He'd only embarrass himself, he was sure.

Hoshi squeezed his way through the crowd, for once happy he was so small. The lock of the car clicked just as his hand hit the handle, and the several people taking videos and pictures of the vehicle gasped, eager to catch a glimpse of who was inside. Tinted windows weren't all that common in Japan, so it was only natural they'd be expecting some sort of celebrity. Or a drug dealer. This side of town was just a little too shady for a car of this caliber. 

"Damn, Kansai! You got a sugar daddy?" Some girl from his class called as he cracked the door open and began to awkwardly wedge his way in, not really wanting to reveal his hot soulmate to the masses. Somehow, he didn't think Enji would appreciate that.

"He's a daddy, alright!" Hoshi called back before slipping in as fast as he could and closing the door. He let out a puff of air, turning to look at Enji. The man was smirking, looking fairly amused for some reason. Hoshi raised his eyebrows. "Can I help you?

"Nothing. I didn't say anything." Enji snorted, turning away from him and putting the car out of park and into drive. The crowd backed up once they saw the vehicle come back to life. Hoshi wished he had sunglasses. Not because it was bright out, but because that felt appropriate. Whatever, there was plenty of time. Presumably. He was still waiting for Enji to dump his trash ass, but so far it wasn't happening. That being said, Enji had issues of his own as well. The could be messed up together! Perfect!

"You were giving me a look, but that's none of my business." Hoshi wanted to sip some tea but had none. "So, how'd it go?"

"You had me quote Naruto." Enji glanced at him sideways, unable to stop a half-smile from forming on his face. "But I think it actually may have worked. Maybe."

"I knew those monologue's weren't for nothing." Hoshi muttered under his breath, but Enji still heard, and found himself smiling more. How could he have other thought soulmates to be a bad thing? It was a blessing to know at least Fuyumi had one, and quite possibly Shoto as well, though he hadn't really confirmed that one yet. Thunderstruck came on the radio, and the short man gasped. "One of our songs!"

Hoshi turned it up and began to sing along, full with dramatically stomping his feet on the floorboard. Endeavor couldn't help but laugh and sing along too.