Third person pov

Isao and the other children passed out strewn across the living room, snuggled tightly in warm blankets. Takashi knew it was no permanent solution, but it was still nice to see them all safe and warm. The other students seemed to think so as well, murmuring to themselves pridefully as they helped gather empty plates and pudding cups. There wasn't a bite of food left on anyone's dish, which was as endearing as it was saddening. Takashi and Touya could both understand. When they'd first found each other, they weren't exactly rolling in dough. They still really weren't, excusing any savings. Still, they didn't feel the need to eat even the things they didn't like to survive.

"What're we going to do?" Touya asked quietly. They'd retreated upstairs to wake up early, and hopefully before the small army of children they'd brought to the dorm. They weren't idiots. The kids couldn't stay forever. How were they possibly going to place them all in such a short amount of time? Nezu could probably come up with a million solutions if they asked, but most would surely involve foster care. That wasn't a route they wanted to go. Especially not with the kids who really were quirkless. They'd get eaten alive in the foster system, or booted back and stuck in the exact place they'd been left last time.

"I don't know. We're still stuck here, so it's not as though we can care for them properly." Takashi mumbled irritably. He was put out that he couldn't adopt an entire orphanage full of children, clearly. "Maybe I'll text Fuyumi tomorrow. She's a teacher as well, so she may have access to some resources. Some of my old coworkers may have ideas as well..."

"Yeah, alright." Touya agreed tiredly. It had been a long day, and being snuggled up to Takashi like this always made him drowsy. He took a deep breath, holding his soulmate close. Takashi muttered a sleepy goodnight, but Touya could only mumble as he drifted off. If they thought today was lengthy, they both knew tomorrow would be even more so. Neither were sure whether or not that would be a good thing.

It felt like things were reaching their peak. Like all the loose ends were coming together and tying off splendidly. Sure, they weren't sure what was up with Endeavor at the moment, but he hadn't come to try and harass them any further. It was surprising to say the least. Surely he wasn't going to just lie down and let them snatch Shoto, right? He probably had some sort of plan. There was no way he was just accepting it, even if that would be ideal. With Rei as Tsukauchi's soulmate, the case under his care was all but void. No one else was brave enough to pick it up. Takashi wasn't sure he'd trust anyone other than Tsukauchi to, anway.

The kids downstairs all slept like the dead, not stirring even when Iida for up early to go on his run. Even the faint sparking of Bakugo's quirk coming from the kitchen wasn't enough to rouse them. The explosive blonde turned in early and got up even earlier. How he did it, most of 1-A wasn't sure. Bakugo didn't even bother trying to be quiet as he stomped out of the kitchen and past the lounge area. At least Iida had attempted to make him steps silent. Bakugo however...

Well, Bakugo stopped. His chest squeezed uncomfortably, tugging and pulling in a way it never had before. He scowled, eyes scanning over the motionless lumps under blankets. A tingle shot down his spine, dancing happily along his ribs as though there was something to celebrate. He licked his dry lips, sniffing. His eyes came to rest on the tense— yet still sleeping form of— Isao, one of the kids who's been brought in. He had three small children piled on his lap, and had fallen asleep sitting up with his arms crossed over his chest and a grimace painted on his face.

Katsuki's heart did a flip, and his eyes went wide.

Oh. Oh, no.

Heat shot from the tips of his toes to the very top of his head. His heart took off, erratic and excited in its beating. He took a step back, feeling his jaw drop in a way it never had before. No one was awake to see him, but he looked like a kid who'd just gotten caught red handed raiding the cookie jar without their parent's permission. Never had he felt so stunned as his mind chanted the same soulmate, soulmate, soulmate! to him. He stared, taking a moment to process. The implications of what was happening sunk in, and he took a deep breath.

And then proceeded to wake the entire dorm up with his explosions.

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Takashi's first thought was terrorists, Touya's was that the toaster he'd fixed with duct tape yesterday had finally given, and everyone else knew exactly who it was.

"Seriously? This early in the morning?" Izuku grumbled as they all headed down to see what was going on. Takashi had on bright pajama pants and a shirt of Touya's, and both soulmates were wearing matching fuzzy socks. They were quite the pair, so groggy they looked like they may be sleep walking. Takashi's hair was more wild than usual, and Touya's was flat on one side. They led the charge down to the lower floors as another round of explosions sounded. They were fast paced and rattled the windows.

Tumbling from the elevator, a few students had already made it downstairs, but were lingering reluctantly in the kitchen. Clearly, they didn't want to face whatever rage Bakugo was undergoing. There was also a lot of shouting and terrified squeals, which woke Takashi right up. Children in danger? Not on his wiggity watch. He strode confidently into the lounge area, eyes turning to green steel. Touya trailed after him obediently.

"Fuck off!" Isao was behind a overturned couch with a majority of the kids, standing tall. He looked absolutely pissed, his brows tightly drawn together and his teeth clenched so hard it looked like it hurt. Bakugo in the middle of the room, his face bright red and his eyes wide. He looked a mixture of pissed and shocked. Not to mention he was sweating buckets. Those explosions probably weren't voluntary. He looked just as spooked as Isao did, though the quirkless teen was doing a lot better job of hiding it.

"Fuck off? I fucking live here!" Bakugo snarled back. There were scorch marks on the floor and ceiling from his awol explosions. Takashi grimaced as he trudged into the room and directly between them. Isao immediately recoiled at the sight of the person who'd brought him and his makeshift family in. He lowered his head, his fists uncurling as an act of submission without much fuss. Takashi knew this wasn't his doing. He would never want to hurt the other kids, or scare them. Touya followed after his husband tiredly, looking more lost than not. Takashi put his hands on his hips and faced Bakugo.

"What in god's name are you doing?" Takashi questioned, eyes a fierce red. Katsuki didn't even flinch, though he did begin to shake. Or maybe he'd been shaking the whole time, and Takashi just hadn't noticed. Takashi squinted at him, the colored anger fading from his eyes and leaving them their usual green. Realization sparked in him, and he clapped his hands together with a gasp. He was such an idiot. It should've been obvious at a glance. "Oh! You're having your gay awakening!" 

Everyone fell silent. A door opened, and Aizawa appeared, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. He took one look at the scene before him before grunting and turning back around, closing the door behind him without so much as a word. Everyone stared. Touya yawned. Katsuki had a new expression on his face. It looked as though he'd just been slapped. Takashi smiled happily at him, not at all seeing the problem.

Bakugo blew up again.

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Fuyumi was cooking dinner for herself and Natsuo when their father got home. He was a whole three hours early, which was especially odd for him. He usually worked as much as his office would let him. Lately, she was pretty sure he'd been laying off on the grind. Though, she wasn't completely sure why. She'd be moving out any day now. She was almost sad to go, and to let go of hope that her father could be better, and could be the dad she wanted. But he was heartless, and she'd seen that now. Though, his apology had sparked some hesitance in her. Natsuo was insisting he was only saying it so she wouldn't press charged, or so she would maybe stay.

She and Natsuo both tensed, sharing a look and bracing for the worst. Things had been... slightly better since the apology, but still awkward. Endeavor was terrifying, and he probably always would be. Their ears strained as he shuffled further in. He wasn't stomping like he usually was. They could hear him talking-- was he on the phone? That would explain the lack of a pissy entrance. Fuyumi absentmindedly gave the pot of noodles on the stove a stir, still exchanging unsure glances with Natsuo.

And then, there was laughter. It burst out of absolutely nowhere, but it was definitely their father's. It was immediate and hysterical. The gut-clenching kind you experienced when something flew out of nowhere and tickled your sense of humor in just the right spot. Natsuo jumped, and Fuyumi almost dropped the spoon into the pot, eyes going wide. They looked too each other. Laughing wasn't all that weird. It was just... well, they'd never heard their father laugh before. Not like that, anyway. 

"Y-You-" Their father broke out into a fresh bout of seemingly uncontrollable laughter as he stumbled out of the entryway, not even seeming to notice his two children. Had he run into Ms. Joke on the way here? Endeavor took a few deeps breaths, managing to momentarily regain himself. "You didn't know I was Endeavor?!" 

He lost it promptly after that, still not noticing Fuyumi and Natsuo as he started down the hall, shaking from the intensity of... well, that. Who was he talking to? Why was it so funny that they hadn't known he was Endeavor? Scratch that, how did they not know who the Number One Hero was on sight? The two present Todoroki siblings were at a loss, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape as the laughter continued, fading as their father ventured deeper into the house. Fuyumi wanted to say something, but no words would come out. Neither had a clue what that had been or what it was all about. They weren't even sure they wanted to know.

Fuyumi's phone have a ding, startling her from her stupor. Still bug-eyed and feeling mildly disoriented, she gave the noodles another stir before turning down the heat and leaning over to look at her phone. It was a text from Takashi. Fuyumi blinked. Her heart sunk. Why did he want to know if she knew what to do with a small army of homeless children?