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"Then you found me"
Chuuya stares at this kid. This kid who has been through so much. This kid who didn't deserve it. He walks forward and pulls Izuku into his arms.
“Fuck kid. Fuck.”
He holds the kid for several minutes. He feels Izuku relax into the embrace. Dazai comes over and scratches his scalp.
Suddenly Izuku pulls away and looks at Dazai with a calculating look in his eye.
“Are you an ability user?” Izuku asks quietly.
Dazai nods and raises his eyebrow. “Nullification. Anything I touch. Why do you ask?”
“Every time you touch me, my..quirk turns off.” Izuku says, hesitating around the word quirk.
Chuuya notices the hesitation and decides to ask about it. “You don't seem too sure about your quirk shrub.”
Izuku freezes up and looks away. “It's nothing. Don't worry about it.” Izuku tries to deflect the attention, not wanting to tell them about his ability.
“You do know we won't judge you right? If you need to tell us something, go for it. We won't mind.” Chuuya says softly, stroking his hair gently.
Izuku stares into Chuuya's eyes to find any hint of a lie, but all he finds is a questioning look and a hint of fondness and love for…him? No way. Never. They're forced to take care of him. They could never be fond of him. Let alone love him.
“I don't have a quirk.” Izuku blurts out, looking surprised at himself.
Surprisingly Chuuya's hand doesn't stop stroking his hair, and Dazai doesn't move away from him.
“Kid, we don't discriminate here. Neither does the agency, actually the majority of Yokohama is quirkless. Some have abilities, but none actually have a quirk.” Dazai says softly, while putting his chin on top of Izuku's hair,
“No! Wait. Not that..I have a power, but.. it's not a quirk. It's an ability.” Izuku says, but as he nears the end of the sentence, he gets quiet.
Chuuya pushes his bangs out of his eyes gently, and cups his chin to raise Izuku's head so they're making eye contact. “Kid. If you think we'd be mad at you for that, you must be worse off than we thought. Both me and Dazai are ability users. If we got mad at you for also having an ability, we'd be hypocrites.
“Now. You don't have to tell us your ability, but we do need to talk about what you told us earlier. You seemed awfully sad talking about your friend there. What if me and Dazai drive you to see him, hm?” Chuuya says, letting go of Izuku's chin and using his fingers to fix Izuku's bangs he messed up earlier.
Dazai raises his head from Izuku's hair to make eye contact with him, showing him he's fine taking him to see his friend.
“Really..? You'd do that for me?” Izuku says hopefully, looking between Dazai and Chuuya. When seeing them nod simultaneously, he pulls them both into a hug. “When can we go!”
Chuuya's eyes widen when Izuku initiates physical contact instead of letting him or Dazai do it. He quickly gets over his shock and hugs the kid gently, soon after, Dazai also wraps his arms around them both.
“Me and Dazai aren't busy, and we could take you now actually. I'll grab the keys.” Izuku's eyes widen as he takes a step back to stare at them incredulously. Chuuya grabs the keys, while Dazai leads a shell-shocked Izuku outside.
Izuku stares out the window of the car, after giving Chuuya the address of Aizawa and Hizashi's house. He's never been in a car, usually just running across the rooftops to get to his target location. He only ever left to kill said targets. Or to visit Hitoshi. That one happened less than he'd like though, but he supposes he's about to see him again.
What if he hates him? What if Hitoshi is better without him? What if he found a boyfriend? What would he do? Kill the boyfriend? He definitely isn't totally against the idea. Now that he thinks about it, he's killed for so long that he would do it again with little guilt. What would Hitoshi think of that? Oh Hitoshi will hate him. He should tell Chuuya to turn the car around. He doesn't want to disappoint his only friend and crush.
Oh. Chuuya's saying something. He should probably pay attention, but he can't. He missed Hitoshi. He misse-
“Izuku! Calm down sprout. We can hear your thoughts a mile away.” Chuuya says, having to raise his voice to get through Izuku's thoughts. Izuku looks forward and makes eye contact with a worried Dazai. Dazai studies his face for any hint of distress, when he finds none he relaxes slightly and turns to the front.
Izuku goes back to staring out the window just to realize they are currently in front of their destination. Izuku darts his eyes to Chuuya as he gets out of the car and makes his way to Izuku's door.
“If you really don't want to do this, we will go home without judging you. We are here to make you comfortable.” Dazai makes his way over and leans against the car, while still keeping his eye on them both.
“I do..want this I mean. If I don't do it now I'll never do it. I just..need a minute-”
“Who are you and why are you in front of our house?” Izuku recognizes that voice. It's Aizawa. Fuck. He's not ready. He can't do this. He feels Chuuya's hand on his head.
“Are you Shouta Aizawa?” Dazai asks without much fanfare. Izuku doesn't look up. He doesn't want to see the inevitable look of disappointment on his face. He can't. He won't.
“What's it to you? How do you know my name? Answer me.”
Chuuya nudges Izuku from where he's hidden, so Aizawa can see his face. Izuku looks at him with betrayal and clings slightly to his shirt, trying to hide behind him. His efforts are wasted when Aizawa mutters out an-
“Izuku?”