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“Izuku? You with me, Baby?” Izuku had gotten out of surgery about an hour ago, and he was stirring, Shota watched him carefully, carding his fingers through the boys hair. “It’s ok, take your time, Sweetie.”
Those pretty green eyes opened and looked up at him, and for once, they weren’t so striking, like a cat surrounded by threat; instead, they were soft, sleepy, and a little bit confused.
“Hi, Sweetheart,” He couldn’t help but coo at the childlike expression on his face. “Can you see me alright? It’s Shota. I know you had to take your contacts out earlier. I’m sorry I don’t have your glasses, Bubba.”
Izuku tilted his head, smooshing his cheek into the pillow, squinting up at him. Shota adored the sleepy sweet giggle that left his kid.
“Oh, you’re still pretty out of it, aren’t you, Sweetie? That’s ok,” Shota chuckled, smiling at his son. “Oh, look what I got for you at the gift shop, Baby.” Shota held up a pair of white mittens and a pink bunny stuffie. “To keep your little hands warm, and to give you something to snuggle with. Do you like them?”
Izuku gasped, blinking his beautiful, round eyes. “F’ me?” He mumbled sleepily. “Than’s.”
“You’re welcome, Sweet Boy,” Gently, Shota tucked the bunny under the blankets with him before holding up the gloves. “I’m going to put these on you now, ok, Sweetheart?” Izuku gave a tired little hum, staring up at him, and Shota smiled back reassuringly. Izuku had come out of surgery with his hand in a little splint that held half of his fingers in place, his other two fingers and thumb could still move though. Slipping the mittens onto his hands gently, Shota smiled. “Perfect fit, huh, Bubba?”
“Hmm…” Izuku seemed about halfway to falling back asleep.
“Ok, Baby, you go back to sleep, when you wake up, the doctor will check on you, and then we can go home,” Shota kissed his kid's forehead, smiling down at him. “Do you remember what you get when we go home?”
“Kats’don,” Izuku murmured, the cutest sleepy grin on his face.
“That’s right, good job,” Shota whispered, adjusting the blankets over him, making sure him and the rabbit were tucked in nicely. “Sleep well, you precious little thing.”
Izuku followed Aizawa up the footpath to the house, holding the bunny toy in his arms. His hands were still incased in the soft fabric of the mittens, not that most of his hands could feel them, but most of his fingers could.
Aizawa opened the door and held it open for him, Izuku quietly followed, entering the house, keeping his posture slouched, because without his binder, he had boobs, and that sucked.
“Izuku’s home!” He heard Yamazawa squeal, and winced at the volume. “Izuku’s home, Papa, Hitoshi come on! Look, look!” Yamazawa had run into the kitchen and was tugging both Yamada and Hitoshi out of it.
Yawning, Izuku fiddled with his sling until Aizawa gently pulled his mitten covered hand away from the fabric.
“Zuzu, get over here, I’ve gotta hug you now,” Hitoshi huffed, extending his arms with a pouty look on his face. Blinking, Izuku slowly approached until he was standing in front of him. Hitoshi wrapped his arms around Izuku and gently pulled him closer, being careful not to bump his hands. He couldn’t help but lean into the hug, feeling Hitoshi’s chin settle on top of his head. “I’m glad your surgery went well, Button. Cute mittens.”
“Aizawa got them for me.” Izuku replied through another yawn. “The bunny too.”
Sharing a look with Hizashi, Shota gently grabbed his hand.
“Button, remember what we talked about, you don’t have to call Papa and Dad by their last names. Especially now that they’re adopting you.” Hitoshi gently told Izuku, who was leaning into him, exhausted as a result of his pain medication, and waking up after anaesthesia.
“Izu, Izu, what do you call me?” Eri enthusiastically asked, bouncing up and down beside Izuku and Hitoshi. Shota leaned against his husband, who squeezed his hand tightly.
“... Yamazawa,” Izuku answered, leaning into Hitoshi’s hand as he pet his curls. His sons were adorable with each other.
“What?! Why?” Eri whined, Izuku just shrugged.
“Izuku finds it safer to call everyone by their last name unless told otherwise,” Hitoshi said, tilting his head down to look at Izuku. “I said that right, yeah?”
“Mhm,” Izuku nodded, tucking his face against Hitoshi’s chest, hiding himself.
Hizashi was sounding like he wanted to cry right in his ear.
“Izuku, look at me,” Shota called, waiting until Izuku looked up from where he was cuddled up against his big brother. “Don’t call me Aizawa. Call me anything else you’re comfortable with, but please be more familiar with me, ok, Baby?” Izuku blinked slowly and awkwardly nodded.
“Me too!” Hizashi chirped, leaning forward and tapping a finger against Izuku’s button nose. “Call me anything but my last name, Honey.”
“Call me Eri!” Eri downright demanded, pouting up at Izuku.
Glancing around, tired eyes slipping from one person to the next, Izuku shyly tucked himself back against Hitoshi’s chest with a quiet nod.
Hizashi clapped cheerfully. “Wonderful, now, dinner is being cooked, Eri, you have homework to do, Hitoshi, you’ve done yours already, so you can keep Izuku company, Shota, you’re coming to help me cook!”
Shota groaned softly at getting kitchen duty, but he wasn’t genuinely upset.
“Izuku, we got you a present! Come,” Hitoshi gently pulled Izuku along, guiding him upstairs with gentle hands. Hitoshi was an excellent big brother to his younger siblings, it was relieving, and heartwarming.
Izuku sat on Hitoshi’s bed when he was told to, holding the bunny plushie in his lap.
“That’s a pretty cool cast, Man,” Hitoshi commented as he dug something out of his closet. “Matches the bunny, kinda.”
“Mm…” Izuku nodded, setting a mittened hand on top of the plushie.
Hitoshi walked over and set a little bag on his lap. “Go on, open it, Button,” He urged, smiling down at him.
Izuku blinked up at him before carefully opening the bag and moving the tissue paper out of the way. Sitting in the bag was something fluffy and folded up, with a little box ontop of it.
Grabbing the box carefully with his non-splinted fingers, Izuku glanced up at Hitoshi before looking back down at the box and carefully removing the lid.
Inside the box was a collection of amethyst, rose quarts, and citrine crystals carved into star shapes. There was a little letter inside that told him what the crystals were and what they were for. From what Izuku could guess, the general idea was that they had been selected for healing.
They were pretty.
Gently setting the box aside, Izuku reached into the bag and carefully tugged the fabric out. Hitoshi reached over and unfolded it for him to see. It was a blanket, green like his hair, and there was a few iron patches in the shape of stars stuck onto the fluffy fabric, aswell as an ‘I’ in the lower left corner.
‘I’ for ‘Izuku’.
“Izuku, you’re smiling,” Hitoshi murmured, wrapping the blanket around Izuku’s shoulders. “I’m going to guess that you like it?”
Nodding, Izuku ducked his face into the fabric, sighing contentedly as the fabric soothes instead of irritates his skin.
“I’m glad, I ironed on the patches myself.” Hitoshi snickered, which was when Izuku noticed the ironing board in the corner of his room.
“Thank you,” Izuku mumbled. “For the crystals too.”
“You’re welcome, Button,” Hitoshi replied with a smile that Izuku could not only hear, but see too. “Anything for my little siblings.”
Shoto:
Shoto: Hey Izuku, did you know that when I put my right hand in warm water for a couple minutes the water gets cold?
Shoto: Seems obvious with my quirk, but I still think that’s pretty cool.
Shoto: Hey, Love, are you alright?
Shoto: Text me back soon so I know you’re ok.
Shoto: I promise I’ll come for you if you say the word.
Shoto: It’s been a day.
Shoto: Just in case you’re having a depressive episode and turn out to actually be reading these right now, unable to bring yourself to respond,
Shoto: I love you, Izuku, you’re my soulmate, my platonic life partner, I love you so much, Honey, so when you’re feeling better, text me so I can send more love your way.
Shoto: If I don’t get a response from you within the next three days, and it turns out you’re terrified, or hurt, or something, I’m storming your house and we can run away together.
Izuku: I brpke mu wrist, ans had surgrry on 2 fingers on othrr hand. Have cast om noq.
Izuku: O’m alive.
Izuku: Live you too.
Shoto: Oh.
Shoto: Do you need me to come over and rescue you from anything? Or need any cuddles?
Izuku: K.
Shoto:...
Shoto: I’m going to take that as you want me to come over.
Shoto: I’m on my way. My dad’s not home, my sisters at work, and my brother is currently telling me he will drive me to your place.
Shoto: Is there anything you want?
Izuku: Male anaromu.
Shoto: I know, Zuku.
Shoto: Anything I can bring to you?
Izuku:... Can O hace one of your sweayers?
Shoto: Babe, you could have my entire closet.
Shoto: Can I ask why?
Izuku: Cam’t bind.
Izuku: Binder was bruosing mu ribs. Tpp small.
Shoto: Say no more.
Shoto: You’re getting a bag full of my sweaters and hoodies to use while you’re healing.
Izuku: Thsmk yiu.
Shoto: You’re welcome. I’ll see you soon.
Shoto stuffed a bag full with her hoodies and sweaters that she was pretty sure would make Izuku feel comfortable. Many of them were large on him, so Izuku would be drowning in them.
If they grabbed a present they had been holding onto for Izuku before they left, then only Natsuo saw the smile on their face as they did.
Sitting on the couch, wrapped up in his new blanket, Izuku stared forward, not really paying much attention to his surroundings. Any time he accidentally moved his rebroken fingers, they throbbed and his eyes would almost water if he didn’t blink away the tears, and if he moved his wrist even slightly, it had the same result. He couldn’t bring himself to push back the instinctive reactions, his masks and shields faltering and faded in his state of disrepair.
The doorbell rang, followed by a series of rapid knocks that Aizawa got up to answer from the other end of the couch. As the door opened, Izuku caught sight of shiny white hair and sat up a bit straighter, pulling the blanket around himself more. Shoto slipped right past Ai- Shota without a word and headed straight for Izuku, their brother left awkwardly standing in the doorway beginning to interact with Aiz- Shota.
“Hi, Izuku, I’ve brought you some of my clothes- Oh dear God, your poor body.”Shoto sat beside him, beginning to fuss, her fingers ghosting along his arm gently, looking at the splint and cast in concern. “My poor baby, are you ok? Need me to ice anything?”
“‘M ok,” Izuku mumbled, leaning into the cool hand he put on his cheek. “Look,”He said, holding up his pink casted arm to show Shoto. “It’s pink.”
“I see that, Honey,” Shoto murmured. “It’s very nice, how’s your wrist?”
“It’s fine,” Izuku hummed, a little distracted by leaning into Shoto’s cool hand still against his forehead. “Fractured or broken, or something, I can’t remember.”
“Broken, Button, you broke it,” Hitoshi called out from somewhere, he just hummed.
“Yeah, what he said.” Izuku mumbled, letting himself be half pulled over Shoto’s lap, like a cat who does not care what’s going on around him.
“You’re so tired, Hon,” Shoto murmured, brushing her fingers through his hair. “You can just doze now, I’ve got you.”
“ShoSho got me… Ok…” He mumbled and gave into the sleepiness that had been wearing on him, the world around him fading to black like the spotlight on stage went out.