7...Aizawa - Shinsou's mom

7...


Angst


"Hey mom..."


"Oh god, what did you do?!"


"I didn't do anything I swear! Uhm, it's just, Aizawa sensei wants to talk to you."


"Oh no. Did you get in a fight? Hun, I told you to just ignore the comments on your quirk."


"No mom, it's been okay lately, Aizawa sensei just wanted to talk."


Y/n sighed as her purple haired son defended himself.


"I'll be there in ten."


"Love you mom!"


"Love you too Toshi."


Y/n set the phone down, leaning against the counter. Lately, Hitoshi had been getting into less fights, but occasionally, there were still a few each month, this was a different call, not that from the school or a teacher, but her mind still raced to the same conclusion.


She grabbed her keys, kissing the cat's head before running out the door and to her car. She hopped in, pushing the key into it's slot and turning on the ignition.


Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, an intense stare on the road as she made her way to U.A. high.


She pulled into the large parking lot of the equally large building, parking and walking up the steps to the double doors.


She pushed them open, turning to walk towards class 1-a where the youngest Shinsou was usually found, in trouble.


She knocked on the door, hearing a 'come in' and opened it, pausing when she saw only her son and teacher, not her son, teacher, and another student.


"Ah, Ms. Shinsou. Please sit, we have a topic to discuss."


Y/n hesitantly sat in the seat next to her sun, ruffling his hair first.


"I'm sorry if he got in another fight." She started, apologizing to the gruff black haired teacher in front of her.


"Oh, I see why that would be your concern, but that is not why you are here. See, Hitoshi here has amazing potential, as do most of my students. However, he is not in the hero course, thus pushing his potential to the side."


Y/n glanced at Hiroshi excitedly. Leaning over to nudge his shoulder.


"I would like to personally train Hitoshi as, say, an apprentice, or a side kick. Helping him work up to maybe place in the next sports festival."


"Would you want to do that Toshi?" The purple haired boy nodded enthusiastically.


"Mom, is that even a question?"


"No, but I just like to make sure you're okay with it before I sign something."


"Oh, there would be no legal documents, think of it as more of a, family friend type deal, no payment, just a favor because I see his potential."


"That would be great!"


~*~*~*~*~


Hitoshi huffed as he walked into the cold house, feeling refreshed at the cool air coating his sweaty skin.


"Toshi! There's some Tokayaki on the counter! I'm working late today, sorry!" Y/n's voice called from her office.


She was a PA, or personal assistant, and she loved her job. Working for the Yaoyorozu's was easy, considering they paid well, and didn't push her limits.


Hitoshi smiled to himself, mumbling a quick thanks, though he knew his mother heard it.


She was a woman with an intense quirk, that of hearing things nearly miles away if she wished, or into peoples thoughts, hence where Hitoshi got the 'mind' part of his quirk. His late father (who left Y/n when she was pregnant and died in a car crash after running away) had the ability to control the movements of a person's body, hence the 'control' part of Hitoshi's quirk.


Hitoshi often cursed his dad for never teaching him some of the basic things, like shaving or other such things, but Y/n managed just fine, and what Y/n didn't teach him, Aizawa taught him.


Aizawa had become the father figure in Hitoshi's life, forcing his mother and mentor to grow closer.


Hitoshi yawned, stretching out as he picked up some Tokayaki and put it in his mouth, happily chewing as he walked down the hall to his room, closing the door quietly and walking over to his desk.


Meanwhile, Y/n was typing a report on the annual spending of the Yaoyorozu's, her fingers moving rapidly.


Her ear twitched as a new sound echoed through the three bedroom apartment. She froze, nervously standing and bee-lining for Hitoshi's room.


She knocked, not waiting for an answer before she walked in, locking the door behind her.


"Someone is at the door, and they're heavy set, not Aizawa or Mic, and I think it might be someone trying to break in-" Almost on cue, a harsh pounding on the door was heard.


"Oi! Old hag! Open up!" A deep voice called.


"Call Aizawa." Y/n demanded, walking over to Shinsou's window and opening it as the frazzled teen clumsily scrolled through his contacts and clicked the name of 'Dad Sensei'


"Hello?"


"There's someone at the door, we don't know who it is and they're trying to break in."


"On my way, keep your mother in your room and try to sneak out the fire escape." And with that, the call ended, the man at the door continued to fumble with the lock, trying to break the handle.


Y/n looked out the window of Hitoshi's room, cursing to herself.


"Your room doesn't have the fire escape, mine does." She whispered to her son, wrapping him in a hug.


"I love you mom."


"I love you too Hitoshi."


~*~*~*~*~


Y/n opened her tightly shut eyes as the commotion outside of Hitoshi's door stopped, a new person's breathing entering her eardrums.


"Aizawa." She breathed out, slipping out of her son's grasp to crack open the door and sigh in relief as Aizawa glared down at the unconscious man beneath his foot.


"Do you know him?" He barked to Hitoshi and Y/n, earning a head shake from both.


"Call the police department, explain I handled it, then tell them your address."


Y/n followed the man's instructions, talking quietly with the policeman on the other end.


She ended the call and pulled Hitoshi into another hug, her grip tight.


"It's okay mom."


"I know hun, it just startled me."


~*~*~*~*~


"So Ms. Shinsou-"


"Please Aizawa, call me Y/n." Aizawa coughed to himself as the woman smiled up at him, sitting down on the couch as he stood across the room with Hitoshi.


"You have no connection with the man we just encountered."


"nope."


"Are you positive?"


"Pretty sure."


"Hitoshi?"


"He kind of looked familiar, I don't know where from though."


"Hitoshi, you-"


"Wait! I can try to go back in his thoughts a bit!"


Aizawa nodded at the plan Y/n proposed, Hitoshi nodded as well, shuffling awkwardly as his mother held his shoulders, closing her eyes.


'Villain! I'll have my brother kill you!"


"Hitoshi! You said the villain comments stopped!"


"I'm sorry mom..."


Y/n only frowned and pulled her song into a tight hug.


"It was some kid's brother, the kid thought Hitoshi wasn't fit to be a hero and sent his brother to kill him. Oh Hitoshi, you really must tell me if they threaten to kill you."


"Okay mom, I'll try."


"Ms. Shinsou-"


"y/n."


"Y/n... it may be best to move soon, considering your location has been compromised."


"I suppose that may work better. We are fairly far from your school."


"Eh, as long as I don't have to live on the thirtieth floor of an apartment complex, I'll be fine."


~*~*~*~*~


Both Shinsou's collapsed on the couch as they finally finished unloading boxes.


Aizawa chuckled from the kitchen, chugging a glass of water.


"You two really need to work out more."


"Hey! I work out with you all day! Mom just works to pay bills!"


"Yeah, what he said!"


Aizawa only laughed a real laugh this time, causing Y/n's cheeks to turn a (light/dark) pink.


Hitoshi noticed, smirking to himself.


"Mom, I'm gonna go hang out with Denki and unpack my room later, can Aizawa Sensei help?"


"I suppose you can hang out with your friend, which, by the way, I never knew you had friends?"


"Mom!"


"Okay, Okay, I was just teasing, love you Toshi."


"Bye mom." The purple haired teen ran out the door, leaving his mentor and mother to unpack the rest of the house.


"Whelp, let's get to work."


~*~*~*~*~


Aizawa held the last remaining Shinsou close to him, his knees buried into the dirt beneath him as the teen sobbed into his shoulder.


"W-Why did she have to leave!" Hitoshi cried, choking on his own tears. Aizawa only shut his own eyes, pushing away the memory of her beautiful smile.


Aizawa's eyes opened, scanning the scenery around him.


Hitoshi had called Aizawa crying, asking to meet at the place they usually trained, or U.A's courtyard for short. It was there that Hitoshi had broke down, spilling the news to Aizawa.


And there they were, both crying as the memory of Y/n branded itself into their minds.


She had died protecting the Youngest Yaoyorozu, the three year old brother of Momo Yaoyorozu, who was at school at the time.


Hitoshi couldn't take it when Nezu walked into class 1-c, requesting the purple headed boy to meet him in his office immediately.


"T-They want to put me I-in fos-foster care!" Shinsou sobbed, Aizawa tensed.


"No, that's not going to happen if I can help it. Your mother wanted you to be a hero, and as long as I'm qualified to adopt you, it's happening."

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