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“And, do you have any other references?” The red-haired man asked jokingly, a playful smirk tugging at the very corners of his mouth. His tiny, blonde baby laid happily in your arms, napping peacefully for what was probably the first time in ages. You giggled, your nose wrinkling as you smiled up at the man and his husband.
“You really do have a knack for that huh? You got any younger siblings in the system? We would be glad to see what we could do about placing them here too?” The blonde man offered genuinely, and you shook your head.
“Well… that wouldn’t be possible. You two were suggested as potential fosters because of your rank as heroes. Her parents were… some very high-ranking villains.” Fumiko spoke quietly, as if she didn’t want someone else to overhear in the number one and five heroes’ private living room. “(Y/N) was found as a toddler, wandering around a shopping mall. We have no further knowledge on any siblings. We were only able to discern her parentage through DNA. (Y/N) was raised by commission fosters, but in light of recent activity, we thought it’d be best to hide her in plain sight, so to speak.”
“You mind if we ask which villains?” Dynamite questioned, leaning forward, his eyes raked over you, as if trying to place it. “Wait… I knew you looked…” He trailed off, eyes widening.
“My mother was one of your classmates at UA. My father was… Dabi.” You interrupted, swallowing. “I know the… personal history between you and my mom.” You swallowed, and shook your head. “If you don’t want to-”
“Where do I sign?” Dynamite interrupted you, eyes flickering back to the Social Worker, Red Riot offered you a smile, still as warm and easy-going as ever.
“There’s a few pages of paperwork actually- (Y/N), if you’d like to assist mister Kirishima in putting the baby to bed?” Fumiko patted your back, and you nodded, standing carefully as to not wake the baby. Red Riot rose along with you, and placed a warm hand on your upper back to lead you to the nursery, still with that genuine, kind smile.
The moment you turned the corner, he gestured to a door, clearly labeled ‘Kamiya’. You stepped in first, and he followed close behind, switching on a nightlight that doubled as a sound machine. You carefully laid the baby down in her crib, and looked around the room for a moment.
“Does she have any blankets?” You asked, and he shook his head.
“They’re not supposed to have them that young. They can suffocate.” Red Riot explained, pulling up the guard rail on the crib. “I didn’t know that either- not until Kats absolutely lost his mind when I put her down with a blankie.” He chuckled lightly to himself, and looked up, at you. “Wow- sorry… you just… you really do look just like her.” He rubbed the back of his neck, quickly looking away.
“Could… could you tell me about her? I don’t actually remember much.” You kept your voice low, not wanting to disturb the baby.
“Oh. Well… uh… She was… she was a really good person. You should know that. She sacrificed herself to save Kats and I both back when we were just kids… not much older than you, really.” He shrugged his shoulders. “She was really pretty, too. Hands down the most gorgeous girl in our class. Everyone liked her because she was so nice… The night she went missing… she actually uh… she made dinner for everyone? I remember that. She was the only one of us that could cook- it was really good and I remember thinking her husband was gonna be a really lucky man someday.” He smiled a bit at the memory, and sighed. “I was kinda hoping it would be me, to be honest. I carried quite the sizable torch for her.”
“Oh…” You were taken aback. This was the most information you’d EVER gotten on your mom, and you were enraptured with the story of it. Picturing her as a real person, not a vague idea or old missing posters was completely new to you.
“Yeah. She was strong as hell too. She actually… she won the sports festival that year. Kicked my ass nice and good. Katsuki’s too.” He smirked, and suppressed a small chuckle. “I had to talk Kats down from a fistfight with her after, he was so pissed. He was really bad at regulating his anger back then. If you want, later we can watch the festival? My mom recorded the whole thing… it might be nice to see her, you know?” He offered, and your heart swelled with joy.
“That would be… yeah! Yeah that sounds amazing. Thank you!” You whisper-yelled, eyes wide as you stared up at this giant teddy-bear of a man.
“Of course, pebble.” he nodded, that warm smile spreading over his face again as a light knock sounded on the doorframe.
“Ei, you gotta sign stuff.” Dynamite kept his voice low, but he also had a gentle smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Besides, it’s my turn to catch up with the kid.” His smile turned to a smirk, and he bent his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. “C’mon, lemme show you your room.” He offered, and you nodded, grinning up at the blonde man. Kirishima gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder, and led you through the doorway, closing the door behind him.
“You two don’t set anything on fire while I’m gone.” Kirishima teased, bending down slightly to kiss his husband’s cheek as he passed and patting you on the top of the head.
“I wouldn’t set anything on fire IN the house.” Dynamite rolled his eyes playfully, smacking Red Riot’s ass as he passed through the hallway. You stifled a laugh at their easygoing banter, and followed Dynamite further down the hallway. “So, your room is right across from ours, but it’s decently soundproofed because our last placement had trouble sleeping, so don’t worry about the baby waking you up.” he hummed, and rested his vermillion gaze on you. “You look like you’re burnin’ with questions, hit me.”