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"Kiddo, you awake in there?" Aizawa calls, tapping gently at his kid's door because his brat had asked him to make sure he'd be awake. But was the Problem Child responding yet? Nope. Brat. So he knocks again.
"Mmhm." There we go.
"Your boys are meeting you in an hour." And cue the yelp, thump of a lithe body falling to the floor, a long groan, then a hasty,
"Thanks Dad!" Before scrabbling footfalls and low murmurs. Ah, the energy of a chaotic teenager getting ready for a date. His kid, honestly. Huffing to himself, more fond and amused than actually exasperated, Aizawa moves away from his son's door and heads into the living area, then to the kitchen to make sure that he'd actually put the miso soup on the hob because a hungry kid is a grumpy one and that's the last thing either of them needs before Izuku going on a date. Although Kami knows that Izuku would cheer up pretty quickly.
"Hey, love, careful!" The startled cry matches the fumbling sounds of his brat tripping over a cat, probably Kimchi because she's a bitch, and Aizawa snorts loudly enough to earn a groan of incoherent complaint.
"Kiddo, you're the vigilante. And a hero student. You expect me not to laugh when you trip over a cat of all things?" Hands abruptly appear, clinging to the edge of the wraparound counter, and then a curly head of hair follows, dragging himself to his feet. Aizawa offers him a Cheshire grin,
"Also, judging by your over-dramatic decision to drag yourself along the floor, that shirt's now covered in cat hair." He watches the dawning horror on the teen's face, the man's own smile only growing, and then a forehead slams onto the countertop.
"If you turn up with a bruise, they might kiss it better." His teasing almost merits another forehead-slam, but halfway down Izuku pauses, seems to realise the trap, and instead buries his face in his hands with a second embarrassed groan.
Aizawa snorts again, only to get a half-hearted glare in return.
"Love you too kiddo." Lo and behold, the glare lessens. Honestly, his kid.
After Izuku has traipsed back into his room and changed his shirt into, to the man's fond exasperation, one of Aizawa's few tight tops, and they've both eaten some plain miso and rice to tide the kid over until he eats with his boyfriends and to get the pro hero through the unpleasant experience that marking never fails to at least partially be. Then, with ten minutes before he meets Hitoshi and Shouto at the train station, Izuku collapses over his Dad's back, face buried in his neck, arms flopping over the front of his shoulders, hanging down loosely. Aizawa, a soft grin unseen on his face, reaches up to pat the fluffy curls.
"You going now Izuku?"
"Mmhm!" The hum is bright and energetic, even being muffled. Pulling gently at the kid, Aizawa turns enough to press a stubbled kiss to his temple, gruff but undeniably soft. Izuku giggles a little and his Dad revels in it.
Kami, he's so very glad that he's got his son now, even moreso that his precious Kidilante is so happy.
Izuku bounds towards to his two boyfriends, smile widening and softening as he watches them chatter quietly to each other, pinky fingers intertwined. Shouto notices the greenette first and his eyes light up even more, attracting Hitoshi's attention and then they're both stepping forward, long arms pulling Izuku into the warm space between them, every possible bit of tension evaporating. His heart is calm and warm in his chest, a soft heat suffusing through him with the languid ease of a cat stretching, no claws in sight, and Izuku snuggles in close.
Dammit, he's so lucky, it's unbelievable.
"Hey Green bean." And oh, Hitoshi's voice is in that purring, content tone, all low and entrancing, and Izuku leans even harder into him, Shouto doing the same. They can't help it, nor would they want to.
"Hi Toshi, Shou." One more moment of sweetness, then Izuku wriggles out of their grips, bouncing on his toes, because he really wants to go to the massive Tsutaya bookshop right in the centre of Musutafu and, for that, he and his boyfriends have to catch a twenty minute train. Which, well, isn't bad really. Not when it's an excuse to sit close together and chat together, fingers laced in Izuku's lap, shoulder pressed together. Which, of course, is exactly what they do. Hitoshi's messenger bag and Izuku's small rucksack get shoved onto the ground at their feet where they share a two-seat section, talking about everything but nothing at all. It's the perfect way to spend a train ride, snickering and smiling to each other.
Then they get off and end up in a massive crowd, which is less fun, but tight grips on each others' hands keeps them together, particularly when they manage to squeeze tighter together and the handholding gets substituted for Hitoshi and Shouto both looping an arm around Izuku's shoulder, overlapping their arms to have a stronger hold, and that makes it easy enough to work their way up and out of the station and onto the busy but far less frantic pavements outside.
"Izu, where was the bookshop?" Shouto asks, peering up at the street signs with an overly suspicious look. Izuku and Hitoshi share an amused glance because their partner is ever the budding dork, no matter the blank face he shows to most people.
"Hm, it was to the right then a street down." With that, they head off once more, all taking in the sights on an unfamiliar part of Musutafu. Izuku, used to living near the red light district and then with his Dad near UA, actually hasn't been here, and the other two have only been here on occasion.
"These would be great buildings to run on. They're so tall!" The genuinely enthused tone has Hitoshi and Shouto both giving Izuku a deadpan expression,
"Green bean, these are all, like, twenty stories plus or something."
"Exactly!"
Before that can devolve into a full-on debate, Hitoshi notices the Tsutaya store just ahead and points at it, speeding up a little.
"Toshi!" Izuku giggles, pulled along, and then the heterochromatic boy decides to join in and they're both towing the greenette along, albeit watching him carefully beneath their smirks. They do love to tease each other.
Walking into the massive shop has all three of them pausing, varying degrees of gaping as they stare up at the several floors of shelf and shelf of all kinds of books. It's amazing.
Izuku, latching onto Hitoshi and Shouto's hands once more, bounces forwards, absolutely delighted, already babbling,
"So I know you wanted to see the manga, and the non-fiction section on sports and training, so that the second and third floors, and I'd love to look at the Quirk science which is floor seven- Oh, wait, Toshi, didn't you want the psychology too? That's seven as well, so that's easy. Should we start from the bottom?" His boyfriends, well used to his rambling, just about keep up with the bubbling stream of words and both agree, with a nod and a few words respectively.
(They're both a little star-struck though, because Izuku's eyes are all wide and oh-so bright, full of moon-shine and aurora-majesty, beyond beautiful and oh, how they love this boy so very much. His heart and courage and chaos and, all in all, how truly perfect he is, how immaculately he fits between them. Moments like this only make it that bit more obvious.)
They spend the first forty minutes or so picking up the latest volumes of some manga that Hitoshi reads and that Shouto wanted to get for Fuyumi. Then Izuku sees one about the life of a very adorable cat and its owner, so he gets the completed set of, an unfortunately meagre, six volumes, and carefully deposits them in the rather large basket Shouto is currently carrying. Then they happily lose almost an hour just in the sport section, debating over the accuracy and usefulness of various techniques and styles focused on by some of the most prominent books. They themselves all fight fairly differently, with varying reliances upon different weapons or martial arts or strength against speed or flexibility, and Shouto picks up three new works, whilst Hitoshi finds one that the other two both approve of, looking at how to mix and develop whatever hand-to-hand combat one might already know. Hopefully it'll help him with the theory behind his own potential improvements. Being unpredictable and adaptable is even more essential for a future underground hero after all.
Then they go up to the seventh floor. And, walking just behind Izuku on the stairs, Hitoshi and Shouto exchange a loaded glance.
"Hey, Peppermint, let me take the basket for a minute?"
"Sure? Let me take your bag then," the heterochromatic teen bargains, and Hitoshi, with a well-faked grumble, has them swapping burdens. Izuku looks back to laugh quietly, but then they're on the seventh floor and he's thoroughly distracted.
"You two look at your sections, I'll be back in a second," Shouto offers, but Izuku is already making a beeline for the Quirk science section. Hitoshi, smirking, offers a brief touch to Shouto's shoulder before he goes too, keeping Izuku in sight but largely paying attention to the psychology books he'd wanted to check out, trying to see if there was anything good for improving or understanding his Quirk.
After all, if he knows how people are most likely to think and react, he can drag a reply out of them all the easier.
Meanwhile, Shouto ambles over to this floor's counter and nods to the cashier.
"Hello. I pre-booked the newest Quirk theory book by Nakamura Kirita?"
"Of course Sir, could I please see your confirmation email?" Shouto digs his phone out, the email already open in his background, and shows the lady, getting a nod before she disappears into a staff door. He tries not to fidget, all too aware of Izuku being only a few hundred metres away. The general release of this new book from one of their boyfriend's favourite authors isn't until a week after his birthday, but he and Hitoshi had been able to buy one of the few pre-releases available in Musutafu's Tsutaya store, hence picking it up today.
They're determined to make sure the first of Izuku's birthdays they share with him is as near to perfect as possible. It's what he makes every day for them after all.
(It is, of course. The thought and effort they've gone to is obvious and, between that and his wonderful pre-school morning with his Dad, Izuku definitely lets a few happy tears slip. Then they get kisses and cuddles as a reward so, really, everyone wins.)