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Aizawa could sense something amiss about the day to come once he woke up. Something was going to happen. Most likely something he will not like.
Nedzu was going to do something, wasn’t he?
(Of course he was, he’s Nedzu.)
The dark haired man was not surprised to get an email from Nedzu, requesting a staff meeting between all the teachers. The basics of the meeting weren’t discussed, (as usual) but it was still random as there weren’t really any cases or events that needed to be discussed.
With a need for coffee, Aizawa headed towards the school. He was very much glad there was a coffee machine that spewed out hot black coffee for him.
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The coffee machine spit slime at him.
Slime.
What the actual fuck.
And of course Hizashi had to be in the room at the same time, falling to the floor cackling when it happened. With a groan, Aizawa tugged the slime off his face and flung it at Hizashi, landing it in his gel infested hair. With a yelp, the blonde hero desperately tried to claw the slime out of his hair, hoping to not get it stuck that badly.
Wishful thinking really.
The sight of the flailing man had Aizawa smirk despite himself. “That’s what you get for trapping the coffee machine.”
Hizashi let out an offended noise. “HEY! We all know not to touch the coffee machine, Shouta, how could you accuse me like that man?!”
Aizawa narrowed his eyes, glaring at the man on the ground. “If it wasn’t you, then who-”
The intercom in the teacher’s lounge crackled on.
“Boys, boys, please, you’re missing a meeting with the Stoat God.”
The intercom crackled out.
Both men glanced at each other and the intercom. “That.. wasn’t Nedzu..” Hizashi broke the silence with a confused tone.
Aizawa grit his teeth before heading towards the door to leave. “Nor one of the staff.”
Hizashi quickly gave up his efforts to get rid of the slime in his hair, (un)gracefully getting from the floor to follow Aizawa. “Who do you think it was, Sho?”
“Probably someone Nedzu let in. They were probably the one who trapped the coffee machine. That damned rat really..” Aizawa faltered off as they were standing in front of Nedzu’s office door. They were walking that quick apparently. Good thing it was early in the morning so there weren’t that many students in the school. Aizawa glanced back at Hizashi, who was slightly out of breath. They were running then, not walking. Whoops.
Aizawa gave a snort at seeing his friend regulate his breathing back to normal before knocking on the door. Another odd thing. Usually Nedzu opened the door before anyone could knock.
Hizashi looked at Aizawa before shrugging, opening the door when he heard the ‘come in’. Aizawa stayed behind Hizashi, warily eyeing the office, seeing his coworkers, a kid, Nedzu- wait a kid?
Aizawa’s black eyes focused on the long white haired kid sitting on Nedzu’s desk, sitting on it, not in a chair before looking at his coworkers for an explanation. All Might looked pale. Huh. Aizawa looked back at the kid, this time realizing that they were blankly staring at Yagi. Also weird.
The kid looked up, seeing who walked in and their eyes brightened, their long ears perking up. Aizawa could faintly hear a coo come from Nemuri before it was quieted with a nudge from Vlad.
“So slime doesn’t do well with hair. Makes sense. Should’ve made it stickier to skin though,” the kid observed through a mutter while looking at Hizashi before glancing at Nedzu, who grinned back.
Hizashi stared at the kid with a huff. “Slime does not work with hair kid, thought that was common sense! You were the one to mess with the coffee machine then?!”
The kid simply smiled at Hizashi as a form of response.
Aizawa dropped himself onto one of the available spots on a couch. “Please tell me you saved some coffee before hijacking the coffee machine,” he pleaded.
The kid’s smile grew sharper as Hizashi joined him on the couch. “Now why would I do that? You really need to lay off the caffeine, Eraserhead.”
Aizawa was about to spit out a response before Yagi interrupted. “Nedzu.. We’re all here now, could you introduce the boy to us?” The retired hero of peace gave what looked like a hesitant smile, not making eye contact with the boy.
Nedzu gave a hum of thought as he glanced at the kid before breaking into a cheerful grin. “He’s my son!”
Nemuri spit out what she was drinking, Vlad thumping her back so she would stop coughing. Hizashi gave a confused expression while Yagi grew even more pale. The rest of the staff all had similar looks of confusion. Hound Dog gave a flat look as he stared at Nedzu. “Will he be needing therapy to put up with you?”
Everyone was taken back as the kid suddenly got into a fit of giggles, Nedzu’s ear flicking indicating his amusement. The kid pretended to wipe a tear from his eye (or maybe a real tear? Aizawa didn’t look close enough) as he calmed down. “I won’t be needing therapy, not for getting adopted by Nedzu anyway!” He explained cheerfully.
Which explained absolutely nothing.
The confusion of the staff grew when the kid gave a slightly regretful grin towards Aizawa. “How’re the eyes, Eraserhead?”
Aizawa narrowed his eyes at the kid. “How would you kn-” Those white and brown ears looked familiar now. Aizawa’s capture scarf flicked out to wrap around the kid. “You little brat!” Unfortunately, the rabbit jumped away from the scarf, landing on the top of a bookshelf with a startled thump. His ears were turned down, behind his head as he surveyed the staff below him, letting out a whine at Nedzu.
“Nedzuuu, you could’ve told me that he was going to try to capture me!”
Nedzu gave a chuckle. “You mean to say that you weren’t aware?”
The kid rolled his eyes as Aizawa glared at him, the other staff just looking on with confusion and a hint of amusement. “Yeah, okay you have a fair point, I was aware that he would try.” The kid got himself comfortable on the bookcase, not letting any of his limbs hang over the edge. The white haired rabbit stared at the staff below him and gave a small wave with a smirk. “Before Eraserhead attacked, I was going to introduce myself. The name’s Izuku Mid- hey wait, Nedzu am I going to be taking any name of yours?” The kid, Izuku, looked at Nedzu with the question.
Nedzu shook his head as he took a sip of tea, since when did he have those out? “Not unless you wish for it to be shortened or hyphenated, since I only have the one name.”
Izuku nodded in thought before turning back to look at the staff, ignoring Yagi. “Right, so the name’s Izuku Nedzu-Midoriya!”