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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi's Mother (Mentioned), Shinsou Hitoshi's Father (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Dadzawa, Dadmic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Age Regression/De-Aging, Little Hitoshi, AU, Nightmares, Past Child Abuse, Not Beta Read, Author's doing their best, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Shinsou Hitoshi's Father, So is Hizashi, Shinson, Family Fluff, Sorry if it feels rushed?, i needed to vent just alittle, Please enjoy!, How Do I Tag

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It was on the rare occasion where Yamada was home when Aizawa, his husband; wasn't. Aizawa had taken an extra patrol and wouldn't be home until later in the dark night. (In reality, it would be 30 minutes, but he doesn't know that now does he?) So this left Yamada home with his 5 1/2 years old son Hitoshi; who they recently adopted a few months ago.

Yamada, with the time to relax in bed for once, was finally going to start reading the novel he was lent so long ago. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. He was going to read, Hitoshi was in bed, and his husband was out working. Only 1 of these 3 things was actually going to happen for a small period of time.

Yamada, getting ready to read; was interrupted by the master door being opened. 'There is no way Shouta is supposed to be home by now,' Yamada puzzled. 'Is it... Hitoshi?' The door now opened wider, indeed reveled the small figure of his son.

"Dada...?" His sons voice sounded weak, broken, and on the verge of tears.

"Toshi? What are you doing up so late? Is everything okay...?" He set down his book and slided out of bed, getting up and taking steps towards his son.

"Dada..!" Little Toshi cried out and ran towards his father, and clutched his legs, his face full of tears. Yamada scooped him up and held him close.

"Shh... Dada's got you... It's okay little one," Hitoshi buried his face into his father's neck, gripping his little hand with dear life on his father's shirt. "Do you wanna talk about it...? You can tell me Toshi, it's okay." Rocking his son in his arms, trying to find out what caused his son to have woken his son up and upset him.

Between broken words, and having his father's shirt in his face; Yamada was able to piece together what happened.

"The o-orphanage, you and daddy n-never came! T-They put the m-muzzle on me! They called me a villain and l-locked me away! You weren't there! You didn't save me Dada!" His little voice shrieked full of sorrow. Having explained the in the best way a panicked toddler could.

Hearing this broke Yamada's heart, Hitoshi was in the orphanage for only a little more than a year before they adopted him, and in the small amount of time he was there (compared to some others), they had putted fear into young Hitoshi's mind. Even though Yamada knew he couldn't do anything about it; it still made him furious.

"Shh... Shh... It's was only a nightmare, I'm right here." Calmed Yamada, but Hitoshi was wailing, no matter how much Yamada soothed him. This resorted to plan B; grabbing Aizawa's old capture weapon.

Hitoshi LOVED the fact that his parents were heroes, and the fact that one of his personal heroes was his dad? Ecstatic; but also being too young to realize the dangers of having heroes as his parents. The danger of heroes having children isn't the topic now, right now. He needed to find Aizawa's capture weapon. Well, the old capture weapon, the old scarf that hasn't been used fro hero work since U.A. People say that children find comfort in items that are like their parents, this for Hitoshi, would be Aizawa's capture weapon. Yamada grabs the old but not completely destroyed one from the closet, and wrap it protectively and comfortly around Hitoshi's neck. Hoping it would sooth his a bit more.

Hitoshi tiny little hands gripped the scarf like it was the end of the world and it was his life-line, it only helped a tiny bit truthfully. Yamada would hear his son cry out to him and Aizawa, to which he would hold him even closer as much as he physically could. With his son now buried into his neck and crying his head out, he did his best by giving him kisses and soothing words; sometimes though, in a situation like this, it was best to cry it out.

At one point in this moment, Aizawa came home. He entered upstairs to the master to find his husband and son, who was whimpering and sobbing. Yamada nodded for him to come over, he much obliged, seeing his son in such distress. Now having sandwiched their son in between their bodies, Aizawa had an arm wrapped around his husbands middle while one was comforting and petting his sons wild untamed hair.

"D-Daddy...?" Hitoshi breaks in between sobs, slightly looking up at his other father. Aizawa now just hearing how broken his son sounds; his own heart breaks.

"What's wrong kiddo...?" Hitoshi tried to form words to reply, but none would come out.

"He... He had a nightmare hon', came in for comfort," Yamada sighed. "It's was... about the orphanage..." In Hitoshi's eyes, which were usually full of life, was replaced with sad, tired, despair fulled orbs.

"Toshi... It's only a nightmare, we're right here. We're... We're never gong to leave you..." Aizawa promised. Logical? No. Full of emotion? Yes.

"W-Why did they leave...? Why did my Papa and Mama not want me?! Why would they leave me!?" Hitoshi sobs and rambles in anger. God, this is the question they wanted to avoid, at least for a little while longer, Hitoshi knew his birth parents weren't coming back, but now it was the question of why? But Hitoshi was still to young to understand, at least in this situation.

"Oh my favorite little listener," Yamada starts. "We... we don't know why they wouldn't want a wonderful child like you..." Finishing his sentence, the bitter taste of the lie felt horrible, but Hitoshi needed comfort, not more reason to hate himself for something he couldn't control.

"Toshi look at me..." Aizawa requested, to which Hitoshi weary did so, face mostly sideways on his father's chest, face full of snot, with dry and wet tears. "We love you, we always will, and don't forget it. We are never going to abandon you, you... you are the best things that's happened to us Hitoshi. We care about you so much." Aizawa sincerely said, with the rare soft typical fatherly voice and an even softer smile he saves for his family, and only his family.

In between hiccups; Hitoshi finally starts to calm down. "D-Daddy... D-Dada! I-I love you t-too!" They rock in the comforting hushes and soft words.

"C-Can I sleep with you...? I-I don't want to be alone!" Begs Hitoshi.

"Of course... Let me get ready; Zashi... Can you tuck him in?" Asks Aizawa giving a small kiss to both his child's head and husbands face.

"Yeah, you got it love. Now let's get you out of that Toshi; It's all messy now..." Yamada responds while separating from Aizawa, going to take Hitoshi and putting him into one of his old radio shirts, that fits him like a dress.

A few moments later, everyone ready for bed, Hitoshi now sandwiched between them in a bed, was now all tuckered out from his meltdown. His young eyes were drooping, breath evening out and growing heavy. He still had one final request.

"Dada...?"

"Yea Toshi..?" Yamada softly replied, petting his sons hair.

"Sing...? Sing to me?" Quietly requests the sleepy Hitoshi. He gets a small laugh in response.

"Anything for you Toshi!" Yamada smiles. "What do you want me to sing...?"

Hitoshi ponders for a bit. "You pick... Too... Sleepy..."

"Hm.. Okay little one..." Yamada starts singing:

"Hush little baby don't say a word. Dada's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing, Dada's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass, Dada's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke, Dada's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull, Dada's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town"

Finishing the song, he looks over, not only was little Hitoshi asleep, but so was his husband, Yamada lets out a content sigh, the night have being a long one. He kisses his son on the forehead, the son he wouldn't trade for the world; and his husband who he loves with his whole heart; and falls asleep with the rest of the family.

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