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The walk home was quite, but Izuku likes spending every moment with Kusuo.
Kusuo is the first person who hasn’t treated him like glass, or like he’s useless. He really doesn’t deserve him.
He wishes Kusuo had a little more faith in Izuku’s ability to protect himself, but he guesses Angels will always be worried for their friends.
Kusuo isn’t just an angel because he saved him. It’s the way he talks, the way he moves, the way he reacts. It’s really all angelic.
The way his pink hair flows, or the occasional glow in those dark purple eyes. That smile he tries to hide when Izuku says something he likes, or something he’s proud of. The face he makes when he eats his favorite sweet. His veiny hands, and muscular arms. His hips, legs, jaw, nose, everything. Angelic.
But that’s not what makes Kusuo his angel.
What makes Kusuo his angel is, weirdly enough, his stubbornness.
He insists on standing up for him, even though he knows it brings attention he doesn’t want to himself.
He insists on returning the favor, however small.
He insists that everyone matters, even if he’s- they’re quirkless.
He won’t betray his morals for anyone, be that Kacchan or the teachers. Even when the whole class had hated him, he was stubborn and decided to still.
But more than that, he’s kind.
He saved Izuku, sure, but he also sits with him during lunch every single day. He walks him home everyday. He even shares his food! (If his lunch that day has anything more than what may as well be a snack and his trillions of coffee jelly.)
Kusuo introduced him to his daughter (Youko-chan is probably his daughter. She looks like him, and he and his mother are taking care of her, and she calls him Mom. So. He’d be surprised if Angel-San told him otherwise.) and his brother.
Sure, his first meeting with Shinsou-kun was.. awkward, to say the least.
Actually, the second and third were just as bad, honestly.
But!
He got a training partner out of it! Thanks to his Angel, Izuku knows how to train without alerting his mom! Well, Shinsou-kun was the one who told him how.. so maybe he should thank him instead.
And the day after tomorrow they’ll start training together!
Both Shinsou-kun and Angel-san have a job, have to watch Youko-chan. Shinsou-Kun lives with his foster parents and, like himself, Kusuo lives with a single mother.
They’re both very busy men.
And yet, they make time for lil ‘ol him.
Kusuo is his angel because he cares.
Not just about him, but about everyone. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He’d make a great hero, it’s really too bad that he doesn’t want to be one.
When Izuku gets home he notices his Mom isn’t at work. She must be doing nurse things or something right now.
Izuku would offer Angel-San some food and water, but he really looks dead tired. So he leads Angel-san so his room instead.
When he sees all the All Might posters he deadpans.
“You can.. um.. nap, now, if you want.”
Angel-san nods, not bothering to ask if he could make himself comfortable in Izuku’s bed. Which is way more endearing than Izuku thinks it should be.
Izuku sits next to his head and takes off Kusuos glasses for him, putting them on his desktop.
“Are your earrings and, um, necklace? staying on okay? I think you should take them off too.”
“Choker. And they stay on.”
Izuku nods, blushing when he realizes that Kusuo can’t see it, and quickly murmurs a “okay”.
Izuku awkwardly starts trying to do his homework, but by the time he’s finished Kusuo is half asleep and somehow ends up curling up in his lap.
Izuku almost drops his pencil and yelps, going ghost silent in fear that he had just woke Kusuo up.
Angel-san groans into his lap but stays still.
Izuku’s red faced and doesn’t know what to do.
It’s totally normal to have his Angel laying his head in his lap.
Totally normal.
Izuku very carefully puts his pencil away, and before he can second guess himself he puts his hand in Angel-sans hair.
It’s surprising soft and silky.
He starts combing Kusuos hair with his hand, and said boy cuddles closer to him because of it.
Izuku holds in another squeak.
Gosh, why is his best friend so cute?
Does Mei have this problem too?
Izuku’s phone goes off with a notification noise that’s specifically for Eraserhead, so he immediately grabs it and saves the video. He prays as it downloads into his gallery, and just as it completes the video gets taken down.
He tries very very hard not to shout in excitement.
He lays his phone on his bedside table and pulls out his hero analysis notebook from don’t fucking ask where you whore and doesn’t waste time writing in it while watching the video, not taking his other hand out of his Angels hair.
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When Saiki wakes up the first thing the notices is the newfound quality of his pillow. It’s luxurious. Soft and plump. Plump? Plump. As he snuggles closer he notices that his pillow had turned into two. He snuggles closer and buries his head between them. The sheets are made of the most expensive silk and the cover doesn’t even have holes.
When did he buy new bedding? Maybe Hitoshi did? No, Thats not right. Hitoshi barely makes anything, and all he does make goes into buying school lunch, or getting stolen.
Hitoshi said he’d kill him if he made a scene with his bullies. Saiki gets it. He would say the same if the situation was reversed. So who bought it?
His thoughts gets interrupted by a snore, which he immediately assumes to be Ai.
He groans, both in satisfaction with his new pillows and in the disappointment of having to wake up.
“Up up, midget.”
“Mn?”
The sound comes from just above him, which surprises him enough to make him jump up.
He’s just glad he didn’t brake the bed.
He should really be looking into new bedding, if Izuku’s is this nice.
And, have mercy, his ‘ ‘pillow’ ’ was Izuku’s thighs.
How are they so soft?
Saiki feels the room cool in his attempt to lower his temperature.
He wasn’t blushing! He was just.. hot.
Saiki gets off the bed and clears his throat, glancing around the room to distract himself from Izuku’s oddly soft-
“Ahem.”
The temperature lowers a degree.
This room is really filled to the brim with All Might merch. Sure, there are other hero’s like… well, Saiki doesn’t know the name of anyone who’s below the top three yet, minus Eraserhead and Mic, but he’s pretty sure those figurines are hero’s. And apparently Aizawas husband owns a radio show. The ‘ ‘ little listener ’ ’ thing makes some since now.
When Saiki looks back at Izuku he sees he notices how he fell asleep sitting up, working on his analysis. From what he heard in the bathroom, the sunshine child is very good at it.
He’s only just now noticed, but there’s a singular Eraserhead figurine on his bedside table.
Great.
First his brother is obsessed with the lair of a hero, and now his— his.. what? Why is he hesitating? His what?
Friend. How could he forget such a simple word.
Silly Saiki, what other word could describe his relationship? The relationship.
Silly Saiki.
Said boy picks his friend up to place him more comfortably, raising him like the most valuable porcelain china plate. Like his most valuable possession.
Izuku doesn’t belong to him, not by any means, but he’d be damned should he let anyone even look the wrong way at the people he considers to be his.
It’s not many, consisting of five people. Hitoshi, Izuku, Mei, Kirishima, and…… and Ai. When did he become attached to the midget? Damn it.
Saiki gently sets Izuku onto the pillow.
It’s not that Saiki thinks Izuku is glass. No, with all the stuff Izuku has been through he’s no less than steel.
It’s just, the thing is.
Steel is no different than glass in his hands.
The fact that he can hold Izuku so gently, hold the greenet without hurting the boy, is a miracle.
Pulling the cover over Izuku, trying his best not to tear it apart, he spots some sticky notes.
He leaves a note behind to tell him he left, and say thank you.
He reaches out to ruffle Izuku’s fluffy hair, but he takes his hand back before he can get too close.
He shouldn’t get too close.
Somehow, he feels like he broke one of his survival rules. But he can’t remember which.. Did Saiki really break one? Hm..
He shouldn’t get too close.
He teleports home.
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The first thing Saiki sees is a conspiracy board with Ai pointing at different pictures of him, and Hitoshi nodding along on the couch.
“Therefors mommy has to be— Mommy!”
So she even calls him mommy when he’s not there. Huh. Why does that make him feel warm and content inside?
Ai run jumps into his arms, and all he can think about is how much she trusts him. She gives him the biggest hug, which is much more than he can say any of her future friends may get.
‘Hey, Ai. What exactly are you two doing?’
“Me and uncle were worried about you, stupid!”
‘Oh?’
Hitoshi gets up, arms crossed and frowning. But his thoughts give him away.
Ai was worried sick when he didn’t come to pick her up, and Hitoshi was a little afraid that someone might have hurt him. Or that he might have left without saying goodbye.
“Yeah! Bad mommy!”
‘If I’m so bad then why are you still hugging me?’
“Cause you have a duty to council me!”
‘Console? If you say that, then I think uncle needs a hug too, hm?’
“Where were you, Kus?” Hitoshi interrupts the moment in faux anger. He’s worried. Saiki wishes he was smart enough to send a text before he feel asleep. So. What? He’s strong enough to crack the earth in half and smart enough to build a missile by had without a map, but he’s not smart enough to remember to send a text?
‘With Izuku. I was… sleepy. So he lent me his room.’
Hitoshi sighs, running his hand down his face.
“You’re okay.”
‘I’m—’
“Mommy! Wait! You have to wait first!”
Ai hits his chest, he blinks in surprise.
‘I have to wait?’
“Duh! He did the no question thingy! You have to let him use question! Is obvious!”
Hitoshi chuckles, nodding.
‘Oh.’
“I’m sorry, Ai.” Hitoshi clears is throat. “Are you okay?”
‘Yes, I’m okay.’
“And you’re still here?”
‘I’m.. still here.’
The ‘ ‘ for now ’ ’ goes unsaid.
‘I’m safe, and I’m here, so come on before I change my mind.’ Saiki holds an arm out. Hitoshi scoffs, but accepts the hug regardless.
“Next time just tell us before you fall asleep in daddies room again, okay?”
‘Alri-wait.’
Hitoshi let’s go to full belly laugh. Saiki drops Ai on her butt.
‘I think it’s bed time.’
“Don’t be passes aggressive, mommy.”
‘It’s bed time, little mermaid.’
Ai giggles, hopping up and away to their bedroom.
Saiki and Hitoshi follow behind.
They tuck her into her bed, Saiki kisses her goodnight, and they’re on their way.