Being Keisuke Baji's ex-wife wasn't for the weak of heart. He was hot tempered and had a bad habit of setting shit on fire. He liked to fight and throws hands with any man who looked at him the wrong way. And he had an obsession... And that obsession was you. No matter how hard you tried, you could never get rid of him..
Being his baby momma didn't help much either..
"Tora?! Did you brush your teeth yet? We're late!"
Yes, your sons name was Tora.. After his "uncle" and Godfather, Kazutora.. Can you guess who named him?
...Did you guess his dad?-- ding ding! You got it!!
Did you have any say in it? Obviously not! It was a tough birth. You ripped out a chunk of Baji's hair and yelled at a poor nurse who was just trying to get your vitals. They gave you the good stuff after you threatened to kick everyone's ass and walk home. You felt so bad afterwards.. about the yelling at the nurse part. and you still apologize to this day when you see her on your shift at the same hospital...
You kinda work with her now.. She's great though!
But back to the name.. You honestly didn't mind too much after a week or so. Kazutora did try to encourage Baji to act right when you found out you were pregnant. And on those random days when Baji was supposed to watch his son but magically ended up in jail.. Kazutora helped you the best he could. He tried so hard to set Baji straight..Too bad that man didn't listen for shit.
He never did.. and you knew better. You should know better by now.
You fixed up your hair and made sure your scrubs weren't too wrinkled. "Tora? Put you're shoes on quick! I'm so freaking late--"
You froze when your eyes traveled to the kitchen island. Your son sat there with a bowl of cereal-- and next to your son was none other than your baby daddy himself. They both had the same smile on their face.
"Momma look! Daddy came to visit!"
You put on a fake smile and began to search for your work bag and your son's school bag. "I can see that... When did you get out?"
Baji was about to open his mouth but you cut him off.
"Y'know what?-- shut up, I don't care. And I don't have any money Keisuke. And I definitely don't have the time for your shit right now. I'm late for work and Tora is late for school."
He furrowed his brows as he watched you run around like a headless chicken. Did you know you had on two different pairs of shoes? "Huh? I can't just stop by to see my boy without being accused of shit?"
(Tora) "Language dad.."
(Baji) "My bad little dude."
He almost smiled when you rolled your eyes at him. Just like you always did when you were teenagers and fighting non stop. God he missed those days with you. Your little attitude was adorable. He'd make you pout then cry and scream when he fuck it out of--
You passed by him without a glance. "We really have to go--"
He was suddenly behind you, causing you to bump into his chest when you turned around. He always smelled like leather and smoke.
"Keis--"
"Let me take Tora to school for you."
You could hear your son gasp and actually get up to get his little butt ready.
You hated being the bad guy. "No--"
Baji literally trapped you between the fridge and himself. Both arms at your head.. What was this damn feeling in your stomach? That needed to go!
"Come on Y/n. Please?"
His nose was literally touching yours. A hand slowly running through the loose hair that came undone "I'm just tryna help my baby out."
You scoffed and pushed him away. "Don't call me that!-- Tora are you ready?!"
You looked at the clock. Your morning shift at the hospital started at 9am... It was 8:40. Tora was supposed to be at school by 8:30.. crap crap crap. You couldn't afford another write up. And Tora's teachers already hate you so much by now..
You sighed. "Fine.. But you need to actually take him to school. I mean it Baji.."
He held his chest. "Ouch, since when do you call me Baji?"
You rolled your eyes again and headed for the door. "I mean it! His lunch money is in the pig!"
He watched you run out the door. Still wearing miss match shoes... ---
The pig??
That's when he looked on the kitchen counter. A pink piggy bank sat by the toaster. He took the thing and broke it on the counter. He'll clean it up after dropping off Tora, "Weird place to put it.. but okay?---"
"The fuck?" His attention landed on something else... What the fuck was that? And where the fuck did they come from?!-- Oh?... there was a little note?!
A weird feeling tickled his chest. "What the shit?!"
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Baji watched his son stuff his mouth with a large cheese burger and fries. His feet swung under the booth table as he drank his triple chocolate shake with extra whipped cream. His boy was the spitting image of himself, down to the tiny fangs that stook out as he smiled from satisfaction. His unruly black hair was growing longer and mischievous brown eyes. Your shitty genes didn't stand a chance against his superior ones.
He sat back and hummed. "Alright dude. I got you what you wanted.. Now tell me.. Where did those damn flowers come from?"
Tora slowly swallowed his food, it wasn't everyday he got to eat junk like this. His momma made him eat all the right stuff to help him grow strong. That's how he was able to beat up the tallest kid in his class. (But shhh. You don't know that yet-- because you never read your emails or listen to your voicemails.)
He shrugged. "From her boyfriend."
Baji raised a brow. "Her boyfriend?"
Tora nodded. "Yeah. Well, I don't know if he's really her boyfriend? They said they're taking it slow.. Whatever that means. But he kisses momma a lot. --That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do right?"
Baji could feel his nails digging into his palm. "What's the punks name?"
He took another bite of his burger and talked with his mouth full. "Kokonoi! He has long hair like you dad!--but It's white like an old man's.. ---half of it is gone and he has a cool tattoo on the side of his head."
Baji scrunched up his nose. "Your mom always was a sucker for dudes with long hair.." He hated to think of you with another fucking man.. But what did he expect? You were so damn beautiful-- of course you weren't always going to wait around for him to get his shit together. "So, you like him or something?"
Tora looked up and licked the ketchup off his lips. "He's okay I guess. Mom doesn't let us hangout too much yet. He took us to that one big aquarium with the sharks-- and he says he's going to take me to the zoo when Mom says it's okay... An-- and he stays for dinner sometimes.."
Baji nodded. Oh he didn't like it one bit. A burning jealousy hit him in his chest with the way his son talked about another man. He was ready to drop off Tora with Kazutora and Chifuyu just to find this guy so he could beat his ass. He had to take a deep breath.. No. He needed to stay calm. Jail was somewhere he didn't need to be again.. He had so much shit he needed to fix. Especially now that you think you could just move on so easily..
Tora was just finished with his food but he wasn't done spilling tea just yet.. "He keeps trying to make momma quit her job too."
Baji drank his coffee and tried his hardest not to chew on the glass cup. "Oh yeah? Why?"
Tora wiped his face with his dirty crumbled up napkin. "Something about she's too pretty to be working so hard. He's like loaded! He keeps saying he's going to take care of us if she lets him."
Baji gritted his teeth. "Hey bud? Wanna go set some cars on fire?"
Tora looked at him with huge eyes, "Uh..What? Isn't that dangerous? Momma doesn't let me near fire."
Baji scoffed. "Dangerous? That shit runs in your blood!"
Tora scrunched up his face. "Bad word.."
".... My bad."
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*Few days later*
You don't know why Baji was suddenly bothering you and coming around more often. He should be out getting drunk and fighting. He claimed it was for Tora... But most of the time he just followed you around house. He was always in your bubble and trying to touch you in some way.
You tried to keep your distance but that damn girl who fell in love with his awful ass kept giggling and twirling her hair. -- Nope. You weren't going to listen to her. The last time you listened to her you got pregnant at 16 and married at 18, divorced at 20. Now look at you.. Working like a dog just to keep food on the table and a roof over yours and Tora's heads.
Not to mention an over bearing ex who won't even let you have a minute to talk with someone you've been seeing. You couldn't even get a minute phone call in and the guilt was driving you insane. Koko was a good man, had a stable head on his shoulders.. You think? He was a little sketchy when it came to talking about his job and friends.
And right now Koko was getting a little upset that you had to cancel yet another dinner... Because Baji took Tora to get new clothes for school but ended up making a detour to some bakery. Tora came home with a stomach ache and has been throwing up what you assumed was chocolate cake at one point. (All fake, but you didn't know that. Baji had convinced Tora to keep you from going on your little shitty date.)
"Who are you texting?"
You jumped when Keisuke was suddenly behind you. He left to go visit Mikey an hour ago! " What the-- Why are you here again?!--- How the fuck do you keep getting in?"
Baji pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "My keys.. Stupid."
You were confused. "Wait?.. I've never given you a copy--" you tried to yank them out of his hand but he held them up in the air.
That stupid grin on his face made you grit your teeth. "Yah, I know. So I took your keys from your purse and made a copy. You need to stop leaving your shit around baby. That boyfriend of yours could do something crazy when my son's around."
You froze how did he?-- you heard quick little footsteps running back to their room. Of course Tora let it slip.. but you knew it wasn't his fault.
You got defensive and folded your arms. "That's none of your business."
Baji scoffed. "It is my business when it involves my son. I'm his dad-- not that fuck you THINK you're dating."
Excuse you?----
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You were such a weak fucking woman..
Kazutora was called to take his godson for the night. You trusted him and knew both Tora's loved their little sleepovers. It happened a few times a month when you didn't want your baby to see you deathly exhausted or having an emotional breakdown from stress.
And now it's because you don't want Tora to see you drag his dad by his stupid hair...
The second you watched Kazutora place your baby into his car. The screaming and name calling began.
You probably called Baji every name in the book. He'd never call you half the things you called him, But damn he was angry... Not at you-- (a little... A lot-ish) But mostly at himself.
His voice was just as loud as yours. "You're MY wife!"
The neighbors were probably going to call the cops soon.
"We're divorced stupid! You were never around Baji! I had to do everything! All the sick nights, school calls, over due bills!"
Even with the thick walls, you're sure the whole building could hear everything.
"Im. Fucking. Trying. And I didn't even want the fucking divorce! For the last fucking ass time Y/n! You're it for me, dumbass! I'm getting my shit together for you! So you can let me come home to be a dad for our son! Fuck!"
This went on for a minute. Idiot after idiot, dumbass after dumbass, fucker after fuck her... Fuck up after Fucking your cunt.---
Oop...
You might as well start arguing with this man naked. You always end up that way --
Your body shook, and your eyes rolled. Another orgasm ripped through your soul as you clawed at Baji's back.
A low groan vibrated against the sensitive skin of your neck. Keisuke leaned up just enough to admire his work. Pretty bruises bloomed on your pretty soft skin. Letting that bitch of a so-called "boyfriend" know who you actually belong to. Who you'll always belong to..
If only the fucker would walk into your room right now. How fun it would be to see his face. Would his smile drop the second he sees the way your legs are locking him in. It's like you're just begging him to give you another kid. Tora does seem a little lonely.. He would be a good big brother.
Would your "boyfriends" teeth grind when he sees the red marks your nails are leaving on his back? He just knows a few of them are bleeding. And he likes that, it means they'll leave marks. Marks that he could show off and tease you about later.
He let out a mix between a grunt and a gasp when suddenly he was beneath you. That was (his bad) he got distracted.. but it's not like he didn't miss this view. Your hair a mess, that cute little face you make... And the way your tits bounced as you overstimulated yourself on his cock.
Yep, he really messed up when he didn't put you and his son first. But that's about to change. For sure this time.
He could feel your body giving out as he sat up. Baji held you down with one arm while the other brought your attention to him. His lips crashed into yours before he fucked up into your cunt. He happily drank all the screams of his name as you tried your best to hang on.
He could feel your walls tightening, your nails clawing, your teeth bitting into his low lip..
Your eyes glossy with fat tears running down your cheeks.
He couldn't help but tear away from the kiss and sink his teeth into your chest. Groaning and whimpering your name as he spilled deep inside of you.
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You were so beautiful when you slept. You laid on his chest, your hair everywhere but his probably didn't look any better..
Baji found himself smiling as he tried to uncover your face. Your cheek squished against him while little snores left your mouth.
' So fucking cute..'
He rubbed your back for a second before he kissed the side of your head. He didn't want to, but he slowly slid out of your grasp and replaced his figure with a pillow.
He'll be back--
He just wanted something to drink.
There was only a bit of orange juice left in the carton. He popped open the top and chugged it straight from the container. He'd buy another one later--
His eyes caught movement in the living room. Who the fuck--
He froze and so did Kazutora... He was unplugging something--
"What are you doing here? Where's Tora?"
Kazutora looked at Baji and snorted. "He's fine. Chifuyu is with him at home. The little guy wanted his Xbox."
Baji nodded while Kazutora looked around. "So... You here for good?"
Baji nodded and smiled. "Yep. Big happy family. I'm about to go tell that fake "boyfriend" of hers to fuck off. "
Kazutora hummed. "You tell her you're starting vet school next week? And working part time at the shop with us?"
He shook his head. "Haven't gotten that far yet."
Kazutora let out a quiet "ah." before he packed up the rest of Tora's things.
He stopped by Baji and patted his shoulder. "I'm really proud of you Baji.--- but put on some fucking boxers next time.. at least! Out here with your wang in the wind."
Baji let out a loud "Ha!" that definitely woke you up.
When Shouta picked up the call that he and Hizashi will have to emergency foster a child, he wasn't quite prepared for what that would mean.
They both weren't, he thinks.
They imagined a child, sure, one that was probably abused because otherwise emergency fostering wouldn't be necessary but they weren't prepared for this.
And Shouta doubts there would have been any way to be prepared for this situation.
Hitoshi is tiny, for his age; CPS told them he is ten, but he looks seven, at best. He's tiny, and thin and almost feral.
When Shouta and Hizashi show up to collect the kid that will live with them—at least for now—they walk right into ongoing chaos, people running around, shouts in the air, and in the middle of it all, the tiniest ten-year-old Shouta has ever seen, with a wild mob of purple hair and eyebags that make Shouta's eyes ache in sympathy.
He's covered in bandages and he's holding a thick file in his hands as if it could bite him.
"Aizawa, Yamada," a harried looking woman says as she runs up to them. "Shinsou Hitoshi. No living family, found in the lab, deemed dangerous because of his quirk and his lack of control. You'll be taking him?"
Shouta can do nothing but blink at her, but thankfully Hizashi is quicker on his feet because he steps forward, his smile all Present Mic, and nods.
"Sure thing. We'll be taking him in."
"Wonderful, there's a file, everything should be in there," she says, already looking over her shoulder before she gives them a weak smile and then rushes off again.
She didn't even look at the kid. She didn't even talk to him and she certainly didn't explain anything to them.
Shouta and Hizashi share a look before they shrug it off and concentrate on the child.
"Hello, Hitoshi," Hizashi says as he crouches down. "My name is Yamada Hizashi and this is my husband, Aizawa Shouta. I think you've already heard but you'll be placed into our custody for now. Is that alright with you?"
Hitoshi stares at them with wide eyes and Shouta is honestly not sure if he understands what they are saying to him.
"Do you understand us?" Shouta asks, squatting down next to Hizashi as well and blending out all the bustle around them.
Hitoshi's eyes dart from Shouta to Hizashi and back before he nods once, just a small, jerky movement of his head but it has to be enough for now.
"Do you want to hand me the file, kid?" Shouta asks and holds his hand out.
Hitoshi's eyes flick down to the file before they fixate on Shouta's hands again and he almost throws the file at him. Shouta is luckily quick enough to catch it but he thinks it speaks volume about what they are going to find in it.
"Thanks, Hitoshi," Shouta softly says and gets up, just like Hizashi.
"Have you seen a doctor about all of your injuries?" Hizashi asks, a pointed look at the bandages covering almost all of Hitoshi's body and they look new and clean but if he was found in a lab, maybe they could be wrong.
Hitoshi nods again and for now, they are satisfied with that, so they quickly herd him out of the chaos around them.
The drive back home is absolutely silent, at least on Hitoshi's part, but Hizashi and Shouta make sure to keep a light conversation going. When they lead the kid into their apartment Hitoshi's eyes go almost painfully wide and for a split second a horrifying thought occurs to Shouta.
They found him in a lab, the woman had said. A lab. Hitoshi's reaction to their apartment makes it seem as if he has never seen a real home and Shouta shares a worried look with Hizashi, who seems to have come to the same conclusion.
As soon as the kid is settled, they will have to dig through the file, trying to figure out what the hell is going on here.
How unused Hitoshi is gets even more apparent when he freezes in the doorway of his room.
"This is your room, Hitoshi," Hizashi tells him but that doesn't seem to reassure Hitoshi at all.
"Do you want to get settled?" Shouta asks and puts the bag with Hitoshi’s meagre belongings down on his bed.
They are going to have to go shopping, and soon at that, because Hitoshi hardly has anything to his name.
Hitoshi doesn't seem very receptive to their gentle tone and keeps standing frozen in the doorway, so that Hizashi has to gently push him inside.
"Check the room out, kiddo, it's not going to bite. We'll be out in the kitchen, making you something to eat, alright? Any allergies?"
Hitoshi doesn't react to their inquiry so they decide to stick with a soup for now.
Being raised in a lab doesn't scream well-fed at them and Hitoshi's frame seems to support their worry, so they'll probably have to start slow.
"This right here," Hizashi says and points at the door opposite of Hitoshi's door, "is the bathroom. Our room is right next to that, that there is the office, the kitchen and the living-room."
Hizashi points to the corresponding rooms and even though Hitoshi tracks his movements he doesn't outwardly react. Well, at least he seems to understand them, which is already a plus. Now they only have to figure out if he can also speak.
And what his quirk is. And why he was in a lab. And what kind of injuries he has and why. So many questions considering he's such a tiny boy and Shouta's hands itch to reach the file.
"You good for now, kiddo?" Hizashi asks and Hitoshi only blinks blankly at them, which they take as a yes and decide to leave him to his own devices for now.
They keep the door open, of course, in case he needs them, but they retreat to the kitchen for now.
"This is fucked up," Hizashi says, gathering everything he needs to make his patented soup and Shouta sits down with the file in front of him.
"It is," he agrees and then gets to reading.
Shouta is not new to the horrors of this world, but even though he's been a pro hero for a while—and works exclusively at night and underground—he has to stop reading at least twice.
By the time he's done he feels sick to his stomach and it's no wonder that Hitoshi doesn't speak to them.
He's been experimented on, treated like a lab rat and grown accordingly, his quirk almost violently exploited and Shouta wants to kill something.
And also hug the shit out of the kid, but with how little he's been socialised, Shouta doubts it would go over well.
"Bad?" Hizashi asks knowingly when Shouta finally closes the file and Shouta nods.
"Worse," he grimly says and it's not at all an exaggeration. It's so much worse than anything they expected.
"Summarise it for me?" Hizashi asks, and Shouta does.
~*~*~
They start slow. They check in on Hitoshi multiple times a day, always bringing him something to eat and to drink when it becomes clear that he's not going to come out of his room, but for the most part they keep the door closed or almost shut to make him feel safer.
After a week, they tell him they would like to keep the door open during the day, so that they can converse more easily with him but that of course he's always welcome to close it, should he not want that.
Hitoshi hisses at them for that.
~*~*~
Hitoshi starts to venture out three weeks in. First it's only at night, as silent as a mouse as he skips through the hallway, but Shouta's ears are sharp and Hitoshi has never really learned to hide his tracks so it's easy to notice where he's been.
They don't mention it; just like they don't mention it when they spend time in the living-room and Hitoshi watches them from his doorway.
Shouta and Hizashi still talk to him, of course, include him most of the time, but when he so clearly checks out if it's safe for him to come out then they give him space.
They don't outwardly react when Hitoshi steps foot into the living-room while they are still in it for the first time, but they share a quick look and it's more than obvious that they are going to freak out about it later.
Hitoshi bolts almost immediately, but when neither Shouta nor Hizashi reprimand him for it, it happens more often.
~*~*~
Hitoshi starts to accept food from them; he has always eaten what they brought to him or left out for him, but always with a delay. Now they are able to put something down in front of him and he gets to eating almost immediately.
Shouta doesn't know what the hold-up with that was, but he doesn't really want to know and he's just happy that Hitoshi is eating at all.
~*~*~
The first time Hitoshi says something to them feels like a monumental milestone and yet—again—they don't outwardly freak out, too worried to scare him off.
It's nothing more than a whispered "Thank you" when they put his dinner down in front of him and Hizashi gives him a warm smile.
"You're welcome, kiddo. I hope you like it."
Hitoshi does, if his empty plate is anything to go by and Hizashi totally cries that night.
~*~*~
Hitoshi starts to spend time with them. It's almost like parallel play—he doesn't really do anything but watch them, but he's mostly in the same room with them and he doesn't even flinch when Shouta or Hizashi speak to him.
It's progress—no matter how slow—and that is the only thing that matters to them.
~*~*~
"You think I can lure him onto the couch with us?" Hizashi asks one morning as they are getting ready in their bedroom and Shouta snorts.
"You can try," he agrees, because he doubts Hizashi is going to get anywhere but then again, he's always good for a surprise, so who knows.
Shouta knows that he has lost when he comes home and smells hot chocolate in the air, and when he steps into the living-room, Hizashi beams at him.
Hitoshi is sitting at the other end of the couch, feet happily kicking out as he drinks his treat and when Hizashi gloats at him that night, Shouta lets out a sigh.
"You and your secret little potions," he accusingly says—on purpose not anywhere Hitoshi can hear, because he has read about all the concoctions they made him drink—and Hizashi pouts at him.
"It's not a potion, it's hot chocolate. It's a recognised treat and a perfect bribe. And it worked!"
"It sure did."
~*~*~
They get him to talk and to eat and to spend time in their presence and one day, they even get him to ask for a hug and it feels like the best day of their lives.
It only gets better when Hitoshi realises that he doesn't have anything to fear from them and then he's the most cuddly kid Shouta has ever encountered, always seeking them out for a hug, or just staying pressed close to them and neither Shouta nor Hizashi ever tell him to get lost.
~*~*~
By the time CPS remembers to check in on them, they have the adoption papers filled out and ready.
~*~*~
"You have to give him space," Shouta says, tugging Hitoshi out of the office and closing the door behind them. "You don't know what he's been through and this is scary for him. We let him acclimate himself in this room for now."
"You think he'll be alright?" Hitoshi asks, a concerned look on his face and Shouta ruffles his hair.
"Of course he will be. He's with us now and we'll make sure he is fine."
Hitoshi found the cat hurt behind a dumpster and it was clear that the last few months of its life have not been good ones and—bleeding hearts that they are—neither Shouta nor Hizashi had the heart to tell him no when he asked if they could keep the cat.
"I just hope he learns to trust us," Hitoshi mutters, poking his hand where the cat had let him know exactly what he thought about being touched and Shouta takes his hand in his to inspect the wound.
"He will. Let's get this cleaned up though, so you're still around by the time that happens," he jokes and Hitoshi huffs.
"One measly cat scratch is not going to kill me," he grumbles and normally Shouta would agree—Hitoshi already survived so much shit in his childhood, it would almost be laughable if something like this takes him out but—he's not going to take a chance when it comes to his son.
"Best not to tempt fate."
~*~*~
They spend a few minutes at a time inside of the office, usually two of them, so they can talk and get the cat used to their voices. Hitoshi is diligent about it and it warms Shouta's heart to see how much compassion he has, despite everything he went through in the past.
The cat doesn't seem to think the same though, because it continues to hiss at them.
~*~*~
They start to feed it by hand. The cat still gets his normal food in a bowl, of course, but treats are exclusively delivered by hand and it gets the cat close because clearly the hunger is greater than the distrust.
Shouta does not make fun of Hitoshi when his eyes brim with tears, the first time the cat puts his front paws on his knee to get to the treat better.
~*~*~
The cat is being let out of the office gradually. It gets one more room every other day and the bribing continues, until it curls up on the couch with them.
And that is the point where Hitoshi suddenly turns suspicious eyes on them.
"You," he accusingly says and Shouta frowns.
"Me, what?"
"You and papa, you—you!" he says, even more outraged now and Shouta tilts his head back to share a confused look with Hizashi in the kitchen.
"What did we do, kiddo?" Hizashi asks, momentarily forgetting his task of making hot chocolate and coming over and Hitoshi goes so far as to point an accusing finger at them.
"You treated me like a stray cat!" he finally cries out and it takes a moment before Shouta can't hold back a laugh.
"Don't laugh, dad, what the hell!" Hitoshi yells, effectively sending the cat scattering back towards the office, though it stops halfway to assess the situation anew and that, too, is progress.
"We did, didn't we," Hizashi slowly agrees and it only makes Shouta laugh harder.
Because their kid is right. They treated him like a goddamn stray cat and—and this might even be worse—it totally worked.
"You even lured me on the couch with your hot chocolate, just like we just lured the cat here with a treat!"
"Guilty as charged," Shouta gasps out and lets out a grunt when Hitoshi throws himself onto him.
This would have all been fun and games five years ago, when Hitoshi was tiny and so light a strong blow could pick him up and carry him away, but now he's a lanky teenager, filled out due to regular meals and training and it really hurts when he makes himself heavy on top of Shouta.
"I'm not a cat," Hitoshi whines out and Hizashi steps close to scratch under Hitoshi's chin.
Which he allows, and even makes easier for Hizashi by tilting his head back.
"Sure," Shouta amusedly says and gets an elbow to his gut for his troubles.
"You be quiet," Hitoshi demands and now that, Shouta can't let stand, so he wrestles Hitoshi around until he's groaning under Shouta's weight.
"That's what you get for that."
"This is bullying. Cruelty. Worst day of my life," Hitoshi laments and Shouta pushes off him with one last hair ruffle.
"You're so dramatic."
"I get it from papa," Hitoshi says without missing a beat and now Hizashi lets out a scandalised gasp.
"Excuse you! Me? Overdramatic? Who would ever accuse me of such a thing?" he cries out, clutching at his heart and Shouta gives him a flat stare.
"Me. Him. Us. Everyone. Take your pick," he says, completely deadpan and Hitoshi laughs.
It's still one of the most beautiful sounds Shouta has ever heard and watching his husband and their son bicker, while the cat carefully watches everything from a safe distance, makes him feel so incredibly lucky that for a moment, Shouta is afraid he's going to cry.
And then he catches a stray comment from Hitoshi that drags him right back into the bickering and while any (happy) tears are forgotten, the warm feeling in Shouta's chest stays.
She doesn’t fully remember the events of that day. Yet the woman is becoming clearer in her mind. Maria tries her best to recall her. With blood arcing through the air, her face was shrouded. She remembers long, blonde hair. Darker than Margaret’s. Was it her imagination? Some hallucination spawned from her blood loss? Or was it really her stepping into the arena?
Can't remember if I've posted my boy on here, but here he is regardless.
Almighty Tallest Pilk, who was put into power post Enter The Florpus, for better or for worse.
Pilk is a chonky boi, so a custom Tallest suit had to be made for him.
Anyway, Pilk is quite possibly the most awkward, ugly and bumbling Tallest in Irken history, with a side order of severe stage fright.
With most of the Armada having disappeared seemingly overnight with no explanation, the entire Empire is at stake and at risk of collapsing. Demand for Smeets is at an all-time high, but it's going to take time to replace all the soldiers that were apparently lost.
Pilk is a good boy, just has absolutely no idea what he's doing.
Bonus points if you can recognize where his name came from lmao
