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Silence echoes around the bar, Kurogiri cleans his glass in muted amusement, and Hawks looks between the villains and hero students as he plans his means of helping them escape. 

The two powerhouses of Class 1-A: Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto, sit tied to their own respective chairs, staring impassively back at the men and women watching them in their surprising silence. 

“You want us to turn traitors on the heroes and join your cause?” Midoriya repeats lightly, Toga nods excitedly, she really wants to see him covered in blood and if he joins them she could make that happen. The white haired boy shares a glance with his friend at his side, Todoroki hums passively and gives a slight nod of his head, and turns back to the adults around them. “Okay, alright, sure , but I got a list of demands to be met beforehand.” 

Hawks raises an eyebrow in confusion, the boy seriously wasn’t considering it, and turns to look at his ‘Leader’ when Shigaraki groans and buries his face in his hands, not understanding, and feeling as if he was missing something. Judging from the expressions of the rest of the League he wasn’t the only one.

There’s an undertone of amusement in the Warper’s voice when he voices the question for them all. “And, what might these demands be?” As if the man of wisping mist was in the know of this sudden unexpected turn of events. 

The chaotic cream puff smirks, staring straight at the blue haired man, now righted, glaring at the youth with…is that a playful light? No way! Shigaraki being playful ? Impossible! “Now we’re getting somewhere. First: I want Hawks to sign the adoption forms I have filled out in my backpack.” The dual haired boy snorts lightly when the winged man squawks in surprise at being in one of the demands, though, to everyone’s notice, doesn’t deny the demand of adoption. “Second: I want a big warm bear hug from you Tomu.” Shigaraki rolls his eyes. “Third: I want it to be a good hug from my beloved big brother .” the boy giggles and everyone, save three, stares at him. His subject of his last demand huffs in amusement. “Anything else , Zuzu?” Heads whip around at the given nickname. “Or is that all?”

Midoriya tilts his head in contemplation. “Nope, that’s it, you got your price, you get what you pay for.”

Shigaraki snorts. “Kurogiri, if you would?”

The bartender nods, warping the white haired boy out of his binds, watching fondly as the youth bounds across the bar and throws himself at the man in question. Shigaraki huffs from the impact, but catches him, curling around him tightly, a gloved hand curling around the back of his head in a surprising amount of tenderness. 

Hawks, of course, follows the boy’s demand of him to a T, stepping around the side of the bar for the burgundy backpack that had been haphazardly dropped upon the boy’s fighting arrival. Just inside the front pouch is a crumpled packet of papers, something of which he pulls out, unfolding and smoothing out as best as he can, deciding he’s not going to question how the adorable little scamp knows his true name. 

The winged hero turns back for the bar with the packet in hand, already filled out, just waiting on his signatures on the appropriate designated lines. “Giri, you got a pen I can use?” Heads whip around, from the shocking scene of their hero despising Leader snuggling a hero student in his arms, against his chest, to stare at the hero when he voices his question, clearly intending to sign the adoption forms without question or apparent hesitation. The Warper nods as he holds out a pen to him. “Thanks, pal.” Hawks signs his name on the first line, flipping through the pages to fill out the remaining lines, and sets the pen down on the bar when he’s finished as he folds the rumpled packet up once more and tucks it into an inner pocket within his aviator’s coat.

Heads whip around once again when a squeal echoes around the otherwise silent room, Hawks smiles fondly at the sound, Todoroki huffs in amusement, and Kurogiri hums knowingly. Shigaraki having buried his face in the side of the youth’s neck, doing what they don’t know, but whatever it is has the boy in stitches, shrieking with laughter, for a solid five minutes before he pulls back, letting the youth giggle and pant. “We’ll continue this later, baby brother .” 

You could hear a fucking pin drop.

Midoriya, Shigaraki’s secret baby brother, turns in his arms to lean back against his chest, rubbing at the side of his neck lightly. The tall lanky man drapes himself over the boy, curling his arms down over his shoulders, resting his chin on his fluffy white curls. “How about you brat?”

Heads turn back to the son of the current number one hero, fully expecting him to deny, to put up a fight of epic proportions in an attempt to escape, and blink when the boy merely eyes them coolly until his gaze settles on the fire user in their group. 

Dabi raises an eyebrow at his unwavering stare. 

Todoroki smiles slightly, that big brother mode that he’s pushed down deep into his cold dead heart rears its ugly head at the sight of a small smile from the normally stoic boy. “I too have a list of demands in exchange for my joining your party.” Dabi’s other eyebrow raises in muted amusement. 

Shigaraki hums in amusement, sparing the dark haired man an amused glance, before turning back to the boy chained up before them. “And, pray tell, what might they be?”

Everyone, minus Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Dabi, and Midoriya, look between the three of them in muted curiosity, blown at this odd unexpected turn of events. 

The dual quirked boy tilts his head as he ponders over what he desires his demands to be. “First: I want a hug from Dabi, for at least three uninterrupted minutes, like the hugs he used to give me when I was a young child.” Another pin could be heard dropping as they looked between the amused scarred man, arms crossed over his chest loosely, a playful smirk playing at his lips as if to say ‘Do you now?’ . “Second: I want to be allowed to punch him in the face , just once, for letting me think my big brother was dead for the last eleven years of my life. ”

The black haired man snorts in amusement. “No. Absolutely not. Try again.”

Shigaraki hums. “I’ll consider it, anything else you’d like?”

Todoroki hums in contemplation. “Let me think for a moment.” Midoriya grins, almost everyone else stares in shock, when the normally taciturn stoic monotonous boy gives a soft unexpected uncharacteristic giggle that rather noticeably has the center of his demands melting into something much softer than usual. “Third: I want Touya ,” heads whip around at the name, directed at the man they know as ‘Dabi’ , Hawks included, eyes wide and shocked, especially so when the man chuckles softly and again, rather noticeably, doesn’t deny nor correct the unexpected call out of a man everyone (except a very few among them) knows to be dead. “To play with me like he used to, after we’d retire for bed, and father locked himself up in his room for the night, in an attempt to allow me a semblance of a childhood that I was otherwise being robbed of.”

The blue haired man hums in fond amusement, turning to spy the other man’s knowing and playful grin, before turning back to the remaining youth in front of them. “I think we can come to an agreement, anything else baby hero?”

He hums in thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No. That’s all.”

“Well,” the others turn at the scarred man’s entering their conversation. “Dear little Snowflake , excluding the second demand, I will never in any life allow you to punch me in the face, I think the remaining two can definitely be supplied.” Kurogiri nods when the man spares him a glance and warps the remaining student out of his binds. “C’mere, kid.” 

They track the boy as he steps forward, slowly at first, before his gait picks up and he rams into the dark haired man. “I missed you Tou.”

Dabi chuckles softly, curling around the typically withdrawn hero student, bowing his head into his silky red and white hair. “I missed you too, Toto.”

The atmosphere in the bar, though a tad off, changes as the two teens intermix with their respective person at their side. Hawks takes up a stool at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch as he does something on his phone, glancing up at his new ward every now and then as the boy and his friend decide it’s a wise idea to play keep away with one of Shigaraki’s hand masks. The man in question eventually catches it, just as the snow haired brat is about to throw it over his head, and curls around the boy tightly, burying his face back into the side of his neck. 

Time ticks by.

“Alright, brats.” The blue haired man addresses their youngest members. “It’s late, you’re annoying me, time for bed.”

Midoriya pouts up at the man. “Tomu, we’re fifteen , not five .” Todoroki hums but doesn’t disagree. 

Hawks chooses then to add himself to the festivities as he turns around with his glass in hand. “Go to bed, Bug.”

The white haired boy stares at him. “You’re not my dad!”

“Oh, poor child.” The man holds up the adoption forms he’d signed. “These recently filed adoption forms speak otherwise . Night-night Bug, get goin’, chop chop, bedtime is neigh.”

The duel haired boy snorts softly and leans into his friend. “You did kind of ask for this by demanding him to sign the adoption forms.”

As if they think the rest of them can’t hear them, the white haired boy leans in too. “I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it.” He makes a face. “Did he just give me a nickname ?” Todoroki nods when he spares him a quick glance. “I wanna see how far he’s willing to take this whole ‘dading’ thing.” The teens straighten, again, like they think the rest of them haven’t heard their none too secret conversation. “Tuck me in?”

Hawks snorts as he downs the rest of his drink and sets his glass down before pushing away from the bar. “Sure Bug, I’ll tuck you in.”

“Holy shit!” Midoriya whispers towards his best friend. “I hit the motherfucking Jackpot , dude!”

Todoroki taps his arm as the winged hero snags his companion away with an arm around his waist. “You deserve it.”

…..

Izuku’s tucked in nice and snug but semi far from asleep when Shoto joins him in their assigned bed in the rundown but homey bar. Admittedly, he’s sleepy, all tuckered out, despite being wide awake only some twenty-five minutes ago. Hawks just tucked him in that good. 

The duel haired boy slides in next to him on his chosen side of the bed. “How was it?”

“Sho, my friend, my companion, my partner in chaos and crime.” Shoto snorts in amusement. “It was lovely . My entire life has been turned upside down.” Izuku yawns and snuggles down into the pillow he’d pilfered from his brother’s bed right before his new dad guided him into this bed here. “I have never felt more love in my entire life than in that span of five minutes when that angel tucked me in.” The duel haired boy hums softly in acknowledgement. “I only wish they’d managed to snag Toshi too. He deserves this just as much as we do.”

“Well, do take into account that Giri also listens to you just as much as he listens to Tomu and Mister Hisashi.” The voice of reason in their trio speaks. “You could very well just ask him to produce him for you.”

…..

The tension in the room is palpable the following morning when three hero students make their appearance at the foot of the stairs instead of just two. Shigaraki sighs in resignation and turns back to the plate in front of him. Dabi snorts into his coffee concoction. 

Shinso Hitoshi spares the room a glance in its entirety before settling in on the bar. “Are those pancakes?” Midoriya cackles at the incredulous expressions on nearly everyone else’s faces when the third and final member of their Chaos Crew speaks for the first time as he steps off the landing for the plate of pancakes Kurogiri had just placed on the bar next to his ‘Master’. “Woah, Papagiri, these are amazing !”

Shigaraki elbows him lightly. “What, were you raised in a barn, take a seat and a fucking plate.”

“Right, right, sorry Dusty.” Eyes stare at them as the purple haired teen that had not been there the night before climbs up onto the stool on the Supervillain’s right side, taking the plate the Warper holds out to him gratefully, and begins loading pancakes onto said plate. “Thanks for leaving me behind, by the way, real great time.”

“Calm down, kid.” Dabi ruffles the kid’s hair roughly as he reaches around him to snag one of the pancakes he was hoarding. “You just weren’t where we could reach you.”

“You literally have a Warper on your side. How the fuck can I be where you can’t reach me?” Shinso smacks the man’s hand when he reaches for another pancake, said man then pinches him in the side in response, and snags another pancake when the boy shrieks and jumps away from those pinching fingers. “Okay, okay, fine, I concede!”

They watch their Leader chuckle softly and nod. “You better, brat, or I’ll take another one of your nine lives.”

Skinner decides he’s going to be the one to break the silence. “Excuse me, but what the fuck !”

Dabi shrugs and retreats back to his booth with a third pancake in one hand and a cigarette in the other. “Kid’s been around. Comes over every so often. Little shit through and through but he’s cool.”

“Ah, yes.” The blue haired man draws attention back to the occupants at the bar. “Tosh, how would you like to join my League?”

Shinsou hums lightly, chewing on a piece of torn pancake. “I have a demand to be filled before I make any traitorous decisions.”

Before them, Kurogiri chuckles softly. “And, what may this lone demand be?”

The purple haired boy raises his head, holds his hand out expectantly, into which Todoroki places a crumpled up packet of papers. Hawks makes a noise of distress when the teen slides off his barstool and practically glides over the length of the room, to where the man is reclining in the padded bench of an otherwise empty booth, kindly holding the packet out to him. “What is it with you brats and demanding spontaneous adoption, huh?” The hero snatches the packet out of the teen’s hand, though he’s griping, there’s nothing but amusement in his tone. “Why am I in these demands? Where did you stinkers get the idea that I’d agree by simply producing nearly complete adoption forms?” Quite noticeably, Hawks fishes in his pocket for a pen, and scribbles his name down on the final line before tucking both pen and packet inside the inner pocket of his coat. He then promptly grunts when the insomniac flops over onto him, heaving an exasperated sigh, the man curls his arms around the teen sprawled out on top of him. The boy mumbles something sleepily and the hero rolls his eyes. “Love you too, son .”

“Well, that’s that I guess.” Shigaraki turns his head in the other direction when his brother takes the abandoned stool next to him and reaches for the remaining scraps of pancakes. “How would you like to partake in a bit of fun, baby brother?”

Izuku perks up at that suggestion, he turns first to look up at his brother, then to his dad. Hawks shrugs, scratching the back of Hitoshi’s head absently as the boy sleeps blissfully unaware, and nods slightly, before grinning back up at his villainous brother. “Hell yes!”

“I love how he doesn’t even know what he’s doing yet and he’s already so excited .” Dabi muses, carefully holding onto his own baby brother as the boy dozes off against his chest himself, having wandered over to him a moment prior. “I love this kid.”

….

Later that evening, as things are winding down from the excitement of the day and Izuku putting on quite a show for the hostage tape they were sending to UA, both teens, adopted by the winged hero, retreat with the man to his own room as a means for them to get to know each other. 

After all, a dad should know his sons and sons should know their dad. 

“Okay, my turn,” Keigo speaks up when it's his turn in their game of twenty questions. “How did the both of you know my actual name?”

Izuku, the troublesome little squirt, shrugs nonchalantly. “Google.” Hitoshi snorts into the sleeve paws of the hoodie he’d taken from his new hero dad’s closet when the man levels the dullest look he’s ever seen in all his life on him. “What?”

“You know what?” The hero snags the boy by the front of his borrowed hoodie and yanks him forward. “ C’mere , you little smart ass, Imma nip this sass in the butt real quick.” The teen yelps as he tumbles over into the man’s lap, grappling with one of the hero’s hands for a moment, before squealing like a child when fingers claw into his tummy. “You gonna keep answering my questions with sarcastic quips? I’ve been nothing but honest and open when I’m answering yours and you can’t return the same kindness when answering mine!” Keigo only stops, pausing his wiggling fingers for a moment, and grins down at the giggly boy. “You sure you wanna try and answer my questions the right way this time?” Izuku nods frantically as he holds onto that hand still poised over his belly. “Good, you better, or Imma start up again until you do, got it buster?”

They play their twenty questions game for a good couple hours, until both boys start yawning every so many minutes, and he smiles at them gently like any new proud parent would. Realistically, their assigned room is right across the hall from his and he should escort them there, but he wants his new fledglings close for right now, so he ushers them to his own bed. Tucking them in snuggly before climbing into bed in between them. Keigo doesn’t move a muscle, tense and nervous, when both boys turn to seemingly snuggle up against his sides before settling back down again. 

Grinning like a lunatic, the hero squeezes them close for a small moment, and curls his wings up around them warmly. Yea, he could get used to this.

…..

Meanwhile….

The class stares at their teacher in awe, wide eyed, shocked, terrified for their friends. “Sensei, what are we going to do!”

Aizawa groans. “ Let them perish .” He was nowhere near his boss’s office, not even on the same side of the school, and yet he can still hear his insane cackling. “I’m going to take a nap. Don’t kill each other. Don’t wake me.”

….

Perhaps, they come to the conclusion, going out into the early spring rain storm to spray paint an Endeavor Billboard without any proper protection from said just above freezing rain was a not so bright idea. As they wake up in their respective beds, Shoto with his brother, and Hitoshi and Izuku in their new hero dad’s, sniffling and coughing and fever ridden and otherwise miserable to the very definition of the word. 

Unexpectedly, both adopted sons turn out to be quite clingy when under the weather, Izuku latches onto his older brother and curls around Tomura’s front like a baby koala and Hitoshi attaches himself to his brand new parent like a burdock does the side of one’s pant leg after a hike through a forest. Hawks doesn’t speak on it, going about his business in the base with a sickly clingy needy fledgling curled around his front, a warm fevered face pressed into the side of his neck. Of course, he takes the time to stop and check in on his other clingy needy fledgling with his villainous older brother, Izuku leans into the hand he curls around his cheek as he feels for the intensity of his fever. 

Dabi makes absolutely zero appearances for the following week and some change as he cares for his only baby brother in the privacy of his bedroom. 

Of course, both Izuku and Hitoshi are present when the hero turns in for the night, snuggled up in his bed in one of his hoodies each. Pitiful and pouty, staring up at him with wide feverish eyes, and he coos involuntarily. “My little nestlings, you don’t feel good, do you?” Both boys shake their heads, hidden deep inside too big hoodie hoods, coughing softly into a sleeve paw. “Let me check your fevers and we can go from there, alright?” Hawks hums softly when both boys nod, and he spares them a parting glance as he disappears out his bedroom door only to reappear moments later, a thermometer in hand. “Okay, Bug, open up and under the tongue.” The little cloud headed child nods, opening his mouth slightly for the man to slip the end of the stick under his tongue, the hero counts in his head the appropriate amount of time, before withdrawing it to check the reading. “Oh, little Bug, you’re practically steaming.” He moves on to his Cheshire Cat next and clicks his tongue in a proper mama bird disapproving manner. “Okay, papa’s gonna go get you two some medicine, don’t move an inch.”

Both pitiful boys are still exactly where he left them when he returns, urging them both to drink gently when he holds a cup of quite yucky syrupy medicine, praising them softly when they take the liquid as he instructs them to. 

Hitoshi sniffles and wipes his nose with the back of his sleeve paw. “Dad, will you hold me please?”

The hero coos at him gently. “Of course I will.” He quickly disposes of the small cup and returns to his bed. “Scoot apart for me.” Both teens do as he requests of them and he crawls up over the side of the bed, settling down in between them, raising his arms invitingly. “Get in here, little ones, snuggle in close.”

Being sick sucks, even if it was a result of a good cause of defacing Endeavor, and in a way the three of them did perish. 

So everyone got their demands in the end. 

Even Aizawa. Who wanted them to perish.