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“So,” Dad breaks the comfortable silence over the breakfast table. “How do you want to handle this, Ko?”
Miiko glanced up from her plate. “Hammful wud?” She replied through a mouth full of food.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with your mouth full, please.” Her mother gently chided.
She swallowed. “Sorry. Handle what?”
“Do you want people at school to know we’re your parents? Because your mom and I are okay with keeping it secret if that’s what you want.” Dad clarified.
Miiko shrugged. “I don’t care if they know. The other teachers and staff already do. And it’s not like I’m ashamed of you or anything.” She twirled her chopsticks. “And they’ll all find out eventually, right? I mean, I’ll be riding with you two to and from school, and you’ll be there for any parent-related meetings.”
She paused as she took another bite. “I know you two have that weird competition every year to see how long it takes your students to figure out your married, so if only one of you want to claim me to keep up the ruse, I’ll play along.”
“Don’t rope me into your mother’s nonsense, Ko.” Her dad huffed.
Mom giggled. “In that case, you do look remarkably like your father.” She winked.
“What do you mean she looks like me?” Dad scowled. “I had no part in her genetic makeup. She doesn’t look like me at all!”
Oboro giggled. “You both have the “uh oh” face!” His green eyes shone with mirth as he laughed.
“The what face?” Dad questioned.
“Ooh! I know this one!” Miiko chimed. She paused and then scowled at the others.
Ro shrieked and clapped. “Yeah! That one, Koko!”
Miiko turned to her little brother and deepened her voice, keeping the scowl on her face. “Don’t rope me into your mother’s nonsense, Ko.”
Oboro’s seafoam green hair shot straight up, and a perfect imitation of their father’s gruff voice came from the ceiling fan as he spoke. “Don’t wope me into youw mothew’s no-sense, Koko.”
“No quirks at the table.” Dad scolded.
“No qu-uks at the table.” This time, their father’s voice came from the kitchen.
“Oboro, stop it.”
“Obuwo, stop it.” From the window.
“One—”
The five-year-old’s hair immediately dropped. He looked at their father sheepishly. “Sowwy.” He said in his own voice.
Mom clapped her hands. “Well! I’m off!” She stood and grabbed her empty plate.
“Where are you off to?” Dad looked puzzled.
“I forgot to print out my syllabi yesterday and I didn’t want to use up all our paper. Plus, this will give me a chance to get settled before classes actually start.” She moved over to his chair and leaned down to kiss his cheek, but he turned his face, so they were kissing properly.
Ro-ro covered his eyes dramatically. “Eeewww! Gwoss!” He giggled.
Mom laughed and Dad glanced at the five-year-old with a smirk. Then he cupped Mom’s cheek and kissed her again, humming as his wife shook with laughter.
Ro squealed in mock disgust and Miiko rolled her eyes. “Yeah, on second thought, I’m good with pretending you two aren’t married right now.”
That got a surprised snort from Dad, who had finally pulled away from his wife. Mom cackled, wiping a tear from her eye as she went to Ro’s chair next, leaning down to kiss his head. “Mmmwha!” He giggled. “I love you, Ro-ro. You be good for Auntie Rei, okay?”
Ro-ro nodded. “Okay! Love you!”
She moved to Miiko then, leaning down and kissing her head too. “Have a good first day, sweetie. I’ll see you at school. Love you.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
~*~
Several years ago, following that year’s entrance exams, all of the teachers got together and agreed that only accepting 40 hero students was ludicrous, considering the potential they had witnessed. Everyone agreed, and the HPSC approved, that adding a hero class be the best course of action. But due to various administrative setbacks, the plan was only just implemented now. Thus, that year, the acceptance rate was almost as small as it had always been. Six people got in on recommendations and 54 through the regular exams. They were split into three classes of twenty students each, with Shota Aizawa, aka, Eraserhead, in charge of class 1-A, Sekijiro Kan, aka, Vlad King, in charge of 1-B, and Emi Aizawa, aka, Ms. Joke, in charge of the previously Gen Ed class 1-C.
And of those twenty, Miiko had to be in class with two of the loudest boys she’d ever met.
“Take your feet off of that desk now!”
“Huh?”
“It’s the first day and you’re already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!”
“You’re kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?”
The taller student sighed, then held out his hand. “Let’s start over. I’m Tenya Iida from Somei Private Academy.”
“Somei, huh? So, you must think you’re better than me? I’m gonna have fun tearing you a new one!”
Iida looked shocked. “You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?”
Good God. Miiko thought. She rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat.
Something caught the blonde’s eye, and he muttered. “it’s him.”
All eyes, including Miiko’s turned to the open door. A scared green-haired kid stood in the doorway, frozen.
“Um, hi!” He squeaked out.
Iida strode over to him. “Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida fr—”
“Yeah, I know.” The kid interrupted him. “I’m Izuku Midoriya. It’s super nice to meet you.”
They talked for a bit and soon, a brunette joined them. Midoriya blushed when he saw her.
“If you’re just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now.” A familiar voice drifted in from the floor of the hallway. Miiko rolled her eyes again. She looked past the teens’ legs and saw her father on the floor in his sleeping bag, looking like his usual worm self.
“Welcome to UA’s hero course.” He droned, unzipping the bag slightly and drinking from a juice pouch. Emerging from his cocoon, he continued. “It took eight seconds for you all to shut up. That’s not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that.”
Yeah, and it’s rational to show up on the first day of school looking homeless, Dad.
“Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa. Your teacher.” The class gasped in surprise.
He pulled out a piece of paper and began barking out names for attendance.
Miiko looked over the other students as they responded, trying to remember everyone’s names. The boy with the glasses was named Iida, obviously, and the brunette was Uraraka. The annoying blonde was named Bakugo, and the green-haired boy was Midoriya, and another recommendation student was behind him, a pretty black-haired girl named Yaoyorozu.
“That’s everybody. If I didn’t call your name, you’re in the wrong place. Get out.” No one moved. He huffed. “Hmm. That’s a first. There’s usually at least one.” He put his papers away and reached into a different bag. “Right, let’s get to it.” He pulled out their gym clothes, dumping them on the teacher’s desk. “Put these on and head outside.”
~*~
Miiko was the first one outside, her hair in a loose ponytail. She and her dad stood in silence. Suddenly, a loud voice cuts through the air.
“Eraser! Hey!” Miiko glances over to where her mom is strutting towards them. More of class A is filtering out of the changing rooms now, and Ms. Joke is glad for the audience.
Dad lets out a gruff harumph and rolls his eyes at the seafoam green haired woman’s antics.
“Gosh it’s been so long since I last saw you in person!” She grins as she comes to a stop beside the man.
“Really hasn’t been that long, Joke.” He responds, his tone exasperated, but there is fondness if you knew to look for it. And he was right, it hadn’t been long at all.
She laughs. “Oh my gosh, we should totally get married!”
“No.”
“Hahahahaha! Come on, Eraser! Picture it: you, me, and three adorable rascals driving us crazy! It would be a family full of love and laughter!” She put her hands on her hips.
“I’m content with my life the way it is.” He fired back.
She clutched her stomach, wheezing. “Oh, I always loved your quick retorts!” She stood straight and fired back. “Let’s have our first date tonight.”
“No.”
She wheezed again.
One of the girls, the one with pink skin and hair, squealed. “What’s happening here?!”
Oh, here we go. Miiko thought as her mother locked eyes with the girl. Target acquired.
“Oh, Aizawa and I go way back!” She grins. “Before we both taught here, our agencies were near each other, and it was there that a mutual love blossomed!” She clutched at her heart and blushed.
“No, it didn’t.” Aizawa shot her down.
Nope. Wasn’t at their agencies. Miiko smirked watching the altercation.
“And who is this?” Mom moved over to her and threw an arm around her shoulders. “A mini-Aizawa? You didn’t tell me you had a kid!”
“She’s not my kid.”
Once again, he was technically right. Miiko wasn’t his biological daughter. Genetically speaking, she was his niece. Legally, she was his and Emi’s ward.
“But she looks like you!” Mom winked at her and squeezed her in a one-armed hug.
“No, she doesn’t.”
Again, technically correct. She didn’t look like him; she looked like his sister. Similar, but not the same as the man in front of her. They both had the same eyes, nose, face shape, and general build (tall, skinny, and fit), but Miiko got her hair, a light blue, and her smile from her bio-dad.
“She has your eyes!”
“No, I don’t.” Miiko smirked at her mom. “I have my own eyes. It would be gross if I had his.”
Mom guffawed, a tear running down her face. “She even has your quick retorts down to a science!”
“Not a hard thing to do considering who they’re aimed at.” Dad muttered. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Joke?”
She breathed carefully, trying to calm herself before she answered. “My kids are still getting changed. We’re over in the other field.” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder.
“Well, maybe they’re done now.” He glared pointedly at his wife.
“Oh, you always ruin the fun when it’s just getting started!” She cackled as she turned to leave. “By the way, I scribbled my number on your board. Call me!”
“I won’t!” He called after her.
Everyone was outside now, and Dad proceeded to explain how the aptitude tests would work. As he did, someone sidled up to her and murmured. “Uncle Shota’s secret love child, huh? Is that what Auntie Em’s calling you these days, Koko?”
She glances to her right and sees a boy with heterochromatic eyes.
“Himura, huh? Is that what you’re calling yourself these days, Shochan?”
He chuckles lightly in response. “It’s almost as if we have something to hide.”
“Nah,” she replied. “Just letting Mom have a good laugh before the students inevitably find out she and Dad are married with children way faster than normal.”
“Well, it will be easier considering Auntie Em teaches in the hero department this year.” He muses.
“Yes, because that’s the dead give away. Not Mom’s endless jokes or their frequent erotic sparring sessions.” She deadpans.
Shochan nodded sagely. “Yes, they’re not very subtle, are they?”
She rolls her eyes and they both have to stifle their giggles before her dad calls them out.
Once all the testing is over, Dad displays the results. Miiko scans the list. She managed to score fifth place. Shoto is also near the top, and the two friends fist bump one another. All the way at the bottom, sits Midoriya, as she suspected. She glances over at the poor greenette, who is sweating bullets. She’s not worried though. If Dad wanted to expel anybody, he would have done it already. He probably just lied to the students to get them to do their best. A logical deception.
Sure enough, their teacher clicks off the projection and confirms her suspicions. The students around her sigh in relief.
“While it’s true that none of you will be expelled because of this test, that doesn’t mean you’re safe.” He warns. “Come tomorrow prepared to work hard and you just might make it as heroes. That’s all for today, you can pick up a syllabus in the classroom.”
~*~
Later, in the teacher’s lounge, Shota cornered his wife.
“What was that earlier?” He murmured, leaning over her shoulder.
“What was what earlier?” She smirked.
“Three adorable rascals driving us crazy?” He quoted. “Last I checked, we only have two kids together, unless this is your way of telling me you want to start trying again.” He wrapped his arms around her waist.
“What about you?” She murmured back, leaning into him. “Mr. ‘I’m content with my life the way it is’?”
“I meant being married to you and having a family. I wasn’t specifying a number.” He sighed. “I know how hard it was for you the first time.”
They had started trying almost immediately after getting married, but with no success. Two years later, they were considering adoption when Miiko came into their lives. After that, it took them two more years before they were finally blessed with their son, Oboro, who had just had his fifth birthday the week before.
Shota continued. “It was hard on me too. But I know we always talked about having at least three kids. And deep down, I still want that. So, if you want to try again, then so do I.”
She shifted around to face him, her arms wrapping around his neck. She smiled softly as she gazed into his dark grey eyes. “Okay.” She decided. “We’ll start trying again…” She paused as she thought, counting on her fingers.
“Period math?” He presumed. She nodded.
“Thursday.” She finally finished.
“Okay,” he shook his head at her specificity and smirked. “Are you sure we can’t start any earlier?”
She shrugged. “I mean technically yes, but it won’t really do much.”
“Well, there’s no harm in practicing.” He cheekily grinned.
She smacked his arm. “Shota!” She stifled a giggle.
He chuckled and pulled her closer, leaning down to kiss her.
After a few moments, she pushed him away. “Okay, sir. That’s enough now. We’ve got to save something for later.”