_time skip due to my not wanting of filler chapters though i'll probably end up making one anyway bc i don't wanna rush this_

my brain :

fluff      ←↑ →     angst

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Izuku felt strange.

Not in the strange when one undergoes a move to a knew neighborhood.

But strange in the sense he didn't know his own body.

Scar tissue felt strange on his freckled skin, being able to properly hear again felt strange, his practically useless leg felt strange.

Every moment he tripped and went to catch himself, he was met with an unpleasant surprise.

He'd feel aches where there was nothing left.

More than aches.

Burning, twisting, cramping where there was nothing there.

His physical therapist treated him like glass, which he couldn't say he hated.

He preferred over treating him like a stone that could never break.

Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, had insisted on paying for the hospital's services, despite the many protests from the freckled boy.

Just a few more days and he'd be allowed to leave the too clean and white building with his new prosthetic leg and at least seven more scars than he entered with.

Hed visited multiple dietitians and somnologists so they set him up with proper meals and sleep schedules.

He had antidepressants now, as well as melatonin gummies and was carefully monitored whenever he took them, though he was sure the gummies wouldn't do anything.

School ended a week ago.

He often zoned off and reminisced about the cruelness of his peers.

Izuku found himself tracing each starburst scar that littered the place, freckled skin across his body, counting the edges.

'Eighteen on my left shoulder, twenty-seven on my hip. . .'

"Kid, you're gonna be living with me."

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Aizawa practically went through hell and back trying to adopt this kid.

When reading his files, the social workers looked at him with doubtful eyes, asking if he really wanted to adopt this worthless child.

They tried to persuade him from bringing this "quirkless" child to his new home.

At one point his husband nearly deafened them with how enraged he was.

Through a shit ton of patients, and the ability to not murder a civilian, they finally got their kid.

They had Izuku Midoriya-Aizawa. (don't ask me if you can actually do this with family names in Japan. i don't know, and don't care.)

They brought stuff from their kids apartment, which led to concerns when they found cigarettes and bottles of alcohol underneath the floorboards.

Previously, the doctors had expressed some concerns about what was in his system so it wasn't much a surprise, still concerning nonetheless.

The one thing they had forgotten to do was. . . 

Tell Shota's apprentice that they had adopted a kid.

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"Welcome to your new home little listener!" Hisashi enthusiastically shouted.

He led Izuku into the brightly lit house, where he jumped around showing him where everything was like a little child.

Izuku leaned on his crutches. Despite the multiple weeks of physical therapy, using his crutches was still more comfortable.

Although he knew he couldn't avoid using it forever.

He eventually was led to his room.

It was plainly decorated, with only the basics of a desk and chair, a bed, and a tv. 

It was a deep purple with a black trim, and just about purple themed everything.

"Sorry about the color kid. The cockatoo went a little paint crazy when you told him your favorite color was purple." Shouta chuckled while Hisashi's face shone a bright red.

". . .You. . .painted all of this? For me?" He timidly asked, the tiredness of the past months finally catching up to him.

"Well yeah, you're out kid now! And we care for you, so don't be afraid to ask us for anything you need!" The blonde in the house was way too enthusiastic as he gently pat the boys white hair.

Izuku let the smallest of smiles grace his lips and the couple just about died at his timidness. "I do hope this isn't too much trouble, but I do have one request. . ." He pushed himself up on his crutches and Hizashi leaned down in sync.

As Izuku quietly whispered into the blondes ear, Shota trained his ears to hear what they were saying, and let himself smile know Izuku was already this comfortable enough with them.

"You precious little brat."

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"Izuku! It's time for dinner!" Hizashi shouted from the kitchen, and soon Izuku came tiredly hobbling from the couch.

Shota was carefully serving Izuku's recommended food proportions, and soon he was handed the delicious smelling meal. "Hope you like Katsudon."

The white haired boy took one bite of his food and sat there with a unfamiliar look on his face.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it? I'm sorry, I can make you something else! Oh I'm a failure!" Hizashi dramatically fell to his knees, banging his fist gently against the ground.

"No, it's perfect. Mother. . .used to make me Katsudon. Whenever I was sad, it was my favorite food." 

The blonde beamed with joy when the slow words escaped Izuku's lips, as he continued eating the food.

Hizashi suddenly gasped, and Shota choked on his food. "Wait, we need a picture of your first day home! Sho help me look for my phone!" The noirette in question grumbled but stood up nonetheless and head upstairs with his husband.

Izuku stood up with his crutches, and rushed over to the left over Katsudon, until he realized he should ask if he was allowed to have more.

Just before he was about to call Shota, the door slammed open and on instinct he dropped to the ground.

"Sensei, where the fuck are you!?"

A deep voice resonated through the house and Izuku sneakily reached up the a drawer where he pulled out a knife.

He crawled his way over the corner of the counter, and the back of two legs were right in his face.

He pulled himself up and grabbed the mysterious intruder by the neck, dragging them to the ground and wrapping his good leg around their waist.

Purple hair covered his face as he held the stranger in a headlock with the knife to his face

"Wait wait wait! Please don't kill me!"

"Shut up."

The purple haired mystery turned their head.

Violet stared into emerald and pale jade.

"You're beautiful."

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don't be shy girl go bananza shake ya body like a belly dancer 💃✨💃✨💃✨🏃✨🏃✨🏃✨