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Assistant: Title: Peregrine
        Author: kanekki kanekki 
        Chapter: 2/21 
        Summary: “My name is Eraserhead,” the man says calmly, “I need those goggles for my job. They help me catch the bad guys.”Izuku rustles his feathers with interest. “Catch the bad guys?”
  Izuku's used to living on the streets alone, surviving on his instincts and trying his best to fly away from danger. When he's found by Present Mic and Eraserhead, he begins a new journey living with the two pro heroes. Along the way, he meets someone else with a quirk just like his, and his entire life begins to change.

            
            Eraserhead nods, “Yes. We’re married, and we live together in the same apartment. My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>, and Present Mic is called Hizashi Yamada.”Izuku furrows his brow in confusion. “You have lots of names to remember. I only have one.”
        Contents: Chapter 2: Sleepy Little Bird
    

    

        
          
          
            “Izu, are you awake?” Hizashi asks after a moment, “Or are you a sleepy little bird?”Izuku giggles, opening his eyes to see both of them looking at him fondly.“I’m not sleepy,” he yawns, betraying himself, “I’m awake.” 
          
        

      
        
          
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  When Izuku wakes up the next morning, he almost forgets where he is. He’s still in the long t-shirt, in Hizashi and Aizawa’s apartment, and he notices happily that the yellow goggles and leather jacket are still on the bed with him. Izuku beams.

  Wriggling off of the giant bed is hard, and Izuku actually has to flutter his wings a little to get to the floor. He half walks, half glides out of the room, sniffing the air as his stomach growls, smelling something delicious. 

  “Morning, Izuku,” Aizawa says from the dining table, waving at him with a smile. Izuku tilts his head, waving back before peeking into the kitchen, watching Hizashi making breakfast. It smells wonderful, and Izuku’s stomach growls again.

  “Hey, good morning, little listener,” Hizashi grins, noticing Izuku in the doorway, “Do you like bacon and eggs? I’m making a whole lot!”

  Izuku nods, mouth watering. He watches as Hizashi separates the food on three plates and brings it out to the table. Izuku flies up into a chair, beyond excited as the full plate of food is placed in front of him.

  He doesn’t wait, he picks up handfuls of eggs and bacon in his talons, shoving it into his face without any kind of decorum. Used to his food being vulnerable to animals and other hungry people, Izuku could never afford to take his time eating. He scarfs down the plate in under five minutes, chugging a glass of water in front of him as well.

  Once he’s done eating, he looks up to see Aizawa just sighing and Hizashi looking like he’s trying not to laugh.

  “Right, we'll talk about table manners at lunch,” Aizawa sighs to himself, taking a bite of eggs with his fork, “Izuku, please go wash your hands and your face. Let us know if you need help, okay?”

  Izuku nods, heading into the kitchen and flying up to hover over the sink so he can reach it. Turning on the tap, he rinses off his hands and face before remembering soap exists, using that to clean off his talons. 

  He dries his hands carefully, making sure not to rip the towel before he heads back to the table, sitting in the chair and swinging his legs as he watches Hizashi and Aizawa finish their own breakfast. 

  “Did you sleep well?” Hizashi asks him, and Izuku nods, still swinging his legs. It was much nicer here than at his old abandoned building, and he had the leather jacket and his goggles. 

  “That’s really good, Izuku,” Hizashi smiles, “But hey, you didn’t get much chance to explore the apartment yesterday. Why don’t you go check it out? We’re getting your room set up today and everything!” 

  Izuku has never had his own room, so he’s excited by the prospect. He flutters off his chair, rustling his wings before he begins to look around the apartment. He focuses on the smallest objects, his keen eyesight narrowing in on things he wants to add to his collection. He first spots a watch on a small table next to the giant bed, grabbing it in his talons.

  In the bathroom, there’s a box full of elastic hair ties which Izuku grabs, sticking under his arm. He finds a few more things, like a metallic picture frame with what looks like a high school photo of Hizashi and Aizawa together, and a cat magnet off the fridge. There’s one room in the apartment that’s totally empty, which Izuku passes on the way back to the bedroom.

  Hizashi and Aizawa don’t say anything, they just watch with interest as Izuku amasses a small pile of objects on the bed, before he lays down on his stomach and looks at them happily, a real smile on his face. Observing the objects occupies him for much of the morning, not even realizing as Hizashi and Aizawa make a lot of noise in the empty room.

  “They say building flat pack furniture is the test of any relationship!” Hizashi laughs cheerfully.

  “Hand me the hammer before you hurt yourself,” is Aizawa’s response.

  Izuku gets curious after a while, leaving his new collection of objects to check out what the heroes are doing. He peeks in the previously empty room, surprised to see it’s not empty anymore. In fact, it’s a disaster.

  There’s cardboard and bits of styrofoam everywhere, on top of plastic bags half ripped open and different bits of metal and plastic scattered in little piles. Izuku sees a wooden bed frame pushed up against the wall next to a matching wooden bedside table, and it looks like Aizawa and Hizashi are building a dresser.

  “What are you doing?” Izuku asks, his first out loud words of the day. Hizashi and Aizawa both smile at him, despite their disheveled appearance and the mess around him.

  “Building furniture for you, kiddo,” Hizashi beams, “I know it looks messy right now, but it’s going to be an 
  
    awesome
  
   room when we’re done, just you wait!”

  Izuku believes it, although he’s still not entirely sure what’s going on. He gets distracted by one of the piles of screws, leaning over to pick one up.

  “Oh, no you don’t, kiddo,” Aizawa says, gently scooping Izuku up and making him giggle, “We need that screw, mister.” 

  Izuku holds out the shiny screw, dropping it back down in the pile before snuggling against Aizawa’s chest. He supposes it should be weird, since he doesn’t know Aizawa or Hizashi that well, but they’re warm, and they smell like 
  
    home,
  
   now. He wraps his wings around Aizawa’s shoulders, as if pulling him closer together, and Izuku shuts his eyes, trilling happily.

  “Go ahead, I got this,” Hizashi says softly, and Izuku feels Aizawa start walking with him, before they sink down into the couch.

  Izuku just rests his face on Aizawa’s chest, his eyes closed, listening to Aizawa’s heartbeat. It’s soothing, being close to another person like this. Both Hizashi and Aizawa make Izuku feel safe, and they’ve fed him, and are giving him a room. Izuku doesn’t totally understand, but he knows he’s safe now, and that’s all that matters. 

  Aizawa starts humming, rubbing Izuku’s back and gently stroking his feathers. It feels 
  
    amazing,
  
   and Izuku has a strange memory of a green-haired woman smiling at him, doing the same thing. Feelings, impressions of his mother. Was Aizawa his parent now? Hizashi, too? Were they really going to take care of him?

  Izuku melts in Aizawa’s arms, still trilling happily as he clings to the hero’s shirt. It’s warm, so warm, and Izuku never wants to leave this spot, not ever. He’s happy here, and the only thing that would make it better is if Hizashi is here, too. 

  A few minutes later, Izuku gets his wish and Hizashi sits down next to them, gently running his fingers through Izuku’s hair. It feels so nice that Izuku could 
  
    cry,
  
   his bird instincts beyond thrilled to be preened like this and his human ones just reveling in not being alone anymore. 

  “We should schedule a quirk counseling appointment,” Hizashi murmurs, still running his fingers through Izuku’s hair, “And a therapy session. The paperwork is still going through, but Tsukauchi says everything should be finalized by tomorrow night. They’re expediting it, considering the circumstances.”

  “Good,” Aizawa replies, his voice rumbling through his chest, the vibrations soothing Izuku, “The sooner it’s legal, the better I’ll feel. Did we end up with my name on the paperwork or yours? I didn’t even ask.”

  Hizashi sighs next to them, shifting to lean against Aizawa, moving to run his fingers down Izuku’s wings, straightening some of the askew feathers, making him sigh happily. It feels just as good as someone petting his hair, and he loves it. 

  “I just picked Aizawa,” Hizashi murmurs, “It’ll be safer, you’re underground. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you, but I thought Yamada would bring him more spotlight than needed. Did the investigation turn up anything?” 

  “Nothing at all, just like before,” Aizawa sighs, “He’s not in any database or system, and whatever family he may have had wasn’t either. He’s effectively a ghost.” 

  Izuku isn’t sure what they’re talking about, but he’s pretty sure this is the best he’s ever felt. If he was a cat, he’d be purring as he melts against Aizawa, his wings and body completely relaxed. He never wants to get up off of this couch, feeling more safe and secure than he has in his entire life. 

  “Izu, are you awake?” Hizashi asks after a moment, “Or are you a sleepy little bird?” 

  Izuku giggles, opening his eyes to see both of them looking at him fondly.

  “I’m not sleepy,” he yawns, betraying himself, “I’m awake.” 

  “Yeah, sure you are,” Aizawa grins, gently passing Izuku to Hizashi. Izuku curls immediately into him, just like he did with Aizawa, and is rewarded with Hizashi holding him close, enjoying the warmth. 

  “I’m not sleepy,” Izuku protests, although his eyes flutter closed. He hears Hizashi say something to Aizawa, but then he’s out like a light, falling asleep on his guardian's chest. 

  When he wakes up, he’s been bundled in a warm blanket on the couch. He sees a large pile of cardboard by the front door and hears quiet talking from another room. Yawning, Izuku stretches and shakes off the blanket, heading towards the voices. His guardians are in the previously empty room, 
  
    his
  
   room, and Izuku’s eyes widen in shock when he sees what they’ve done.

  The little bed frame has a mattress on it now, and cheerful blue sheets, patterned with clouds. He has his own fluffy looking pillow and sitting on it is a stuffed black cat. The bedside table has a lamp and one of Present Mic’s themed radios, and a small stack of books. 

  The dresser looks like it’s been filled with clothes and next to it stands a bookshelf, stuffed full of more children’s books. On the floor is a toy wooden train set, a small pile of stuffed animals, some hero action figurines, and building blocks. Izuku is touched to see his small pile of treasures, including the jacket and goggles, folded up on top of his dresser.

  Around the window of the room are white curtains, tied with blue ribbons that match the color of the bed. The view out the window is nice, a big view of the city with trees in the distance.

  On the walls of the room, there’s pictures of different animals in white frames. The whole effect is a room that’s cheerful and looks lived-in, happy. Izuku doesn’t even know what to make of it, staring at it in shock.

  “This is…my room?” Izuku asks, his wings fluttering happily. 

  “Yep, all yours, kiddo,” Hizashi beams, “C’mere, we got you a bunch of new clothes, too. We got them just for you, so all the shirts have slits for your wings.”

  They help him get dressed in a soft blue long-sleeved shirt that has the UA hero school logo on it. Izuku even has things like socks and underwear, things he’s rarely had before. He gets dressed in some soft, comfortable black sweatpants but leaves the socks off, not wanting to rip them.

  Once he’s completely dressed, Izuku reaches for the yellow goggles, hanging them around his neck before beaming back up at Hizashi and Aizawa. He feels clean, warm, and safe here, and he’s overwhelmed with the fact that all of this is 
  
    his.
  
   It still doesn’t feel real. 

  “Looking good, Izuku,” Aizawa smiles, staring fondly at the goggles, “You can keep those, I’ve got a new pair coming, anyways.” 

  Izuku grins, his wings rustling happily. 

  The next day, Izuku is surprised when Aizawa and Hizashi tell him they’re going somewhere together. Izuku gets dressed after breakfast, brushing his teeth and waiting for Hizashi and Aizawa to put on their shoes. Izuku makes sure the yellow goggles are secure around his neck before Hizashi gently hoists him on his shoulders as they head out.

  “Where are we going?” Izuku asks, once they’re outside. It’s still early in the morning, but after the start of work, so the streets are fairly quiet. A few people stare at them as they walk, but no one says anything or tries to touch Izuku’s wings, which he’s grateful for.

  “To your quirk counseling appointment,” Aizawa answers, “There’s a children’s quirk center a few blocks from here. It’s a place where kids can get help with their quirks.” 

  Izuku nods, intrigued. He knows a lot about his quirk, but it will be interesting to see if he finds out anything new today about it. After a while of walking, Izuku sees a big building in the distance. He can’t read the sign, since he doesn’t know how to read any letters yet, but Hizashi tells him it says 
  
    Downtown Musutafu Children’s Quirk Center.
  

  They enter the building and Hizashi gently sets Izuku down on the ground. Aizawa gets him checked in while Izuku looks around the lobby of the building. It’s 
  
    huge,
  
   a big sitting area with lots of couches and some tables. The front desk has four different receptionists, and Izuku is surprised when they’re led straight down a hallway when they arrive. 

  “Down the hall, third door on the left,” the receptionist tells them. Hizashi thanks her, and he and Aizawa both hold Izuku’s hands carefully as they walk down the hall. When they reach the door, Hizashi opens it, and Izuku’s eyes widen.

  “Welcome to the Avian Quirk Department!” a cheerful voice says. Izuku looks to see a woman whose body is completely covered in feathers sitting behind a desk, “Please take a seat, we’ll be with you momentarily.” 

  The office is nice, tropical themed with floral wallpaper and a light wooden floor. There’s soothing music playing and Izuku sees some toys on the floor. There’s a girl about his age playing with them, her body human except for a beak where her mouth would be, and another little boy with feet like Izuku’s, but no wings. 

  He eyes the other kids with interest, but doesn’t move from Aizawa or Hizashi’s sides to introduce himself. After a while, Izuku’s name is called and they’re lead through another door into an office.

  The office is fairly simple, the same wallpaper and floor as the waiting room. There’s a desk with a nice looking lady behind it, her face covered in white feathers with gleaming yellow eyes. There’s a few chairs facing her, which Aizawa and Hizashi sit in, and Izuku opts to climb on Aizawa’s lap, not wanting to sit in his own chair.

  “Hello, Izuku,” the woman says with a kind smile, “My name is Dr. Ito, and I’m your quirk counselor. My quirk is called Owl Head, because as you can see, my head is just like a snowy owl’s.” 

  Izuku looks at her, intrigued when she rotates her head much further around than most people can. Izuku tilts his own head sideways at the sight, curious. She grins when her head comes back around, smiling at Izuku. 

  “So, Izuku, I understand that you’ve just been adopted recently and you’ve never had quirk counseling before this. Is that right?”

  Izuku nods, pressing back against Aizawa. He’s still not really sure what he’s doing here. 

  “Alright. Well, our job is to help you understand your quirk and get it officially registered so we can help you,” Dr. Ito continues, “Avian quirks, or bird quirks, like ours are pretty rare. I don’t often see people with wings like yours. Peregrine falcon, right?” 

  Izuku just nods again, blinking at her. He’s not scared, but he still wants to be close to Hizashi and Aizawa, a little unsettled by the new environment. 

  “Okay then,” she grins, “Let’s get started.” 

  An hour later, Izuku leaves with his quirk officially registered. He had gotten to name it, just called it simply 
  
    Falcon,
  
   like he always had. Dr. Ito tells his parents Izuku should eat lots of human food, but also should have a steady supply of iron-rich raw meat. Izuku learns about feather and talon care, and about flying practice. 

  “The best advice I can offer is to research peregrine falcons,” Dr. Ito had said when they were wrapping up the appointment, “Usually with quirks like this, the user develops many attributes similar to the animal. When you get bigger, young man, you’re probably going to want to be up in some very high places.” 

  Izuku doesn’t answer this, just clings to Hizashi while Aizawa handles the rest of the paperwork. They head back to the apartment together, Izuku curling into Hizashi’s chest and falling straight asleep, exhausted from the morning.

  Izuku’s been living with Hizashi and Aizawa for two weeks when he finally has a meltdown. 

  It’s nighttime, near the time Izuku is supposed to be in bed, when he hears Aizawa and Hizashi talking in the living room. Izuku ducks his head out of his room, heart thudding anxiously when he sees Aizawa still in pajamas but Hizashi wearing a coat and shoes.

  “Shouldn't be past midnight,” Hizashi is saying, slinging a bag over his shoulders, “It’s just a normal show tonight. If you need anything-”

  “You worry too much,” Aizawa murmurs, leaning over to kiss Hizashi, “Go, love. You’ve got kids waiting to hear you.” 

  Izuku walks out into the living room, his chest clenching with anxiety. Hizashi looks like he’s 
  
    going
  
   somewhere. Without them. Hizashi and Aizawa never leave him alone, and when they leave, they always leave together. Izuku doesn’t want Hizashi to leave.

  “Where are you going?” Izuku asks anxiously, both of them turning to look at him. Hizashi seems to sense his distress, kneeling down and putting a gentle hand on Izuku’s shoulder.

  “I’m going to work, honey,” Hizashi murmurs, “Just for a few hours. Shouta will be here with you, okay? Everything’s alright.” 

  Izuku doesn’t have the words to express what he’s feeling, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he rustles his wings unhappily. “I d-don’t want you to leave. Stay here.” 

  Hizashi shares a look with Aizawa before he tries again. “I have to go, Izuku. It’s just for a little while, I promise. You’ll be asleep, you won’t even know I’m gone.” 

  “N-No,” Izuku stammers, tears falling down his cheeks as he starts to cry, “You’re supposed to s-stay, I d-don’t want you to go, daddy.” 

  He bursts into sobs, wings curling around him as Aizawa leans down, scooping him up in his arms. Izuku’s never called either of them 
  
    dad
  
   before, but it feels right to, especially when he’s so terrified that Hizashi is leaving. The word apparently does something to both of his parents, Aizawa rubbing his back and Hizashi sounding genuinely distressed.

  “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I should have warned you,” Hizashi apologies, “Daddy has to go to work now, okay? I’ll be back before you know it, I promise. I love you, little bird.” 

  Izuku bursts into tears, pressing his face against Aizawa’s chest as he wails. He feels a hand rubbing his back but it doesn’t 
  
    help,
  
   it doesn’t make Hizashi stay.

  “Go, love,” Aizawa says gently, to Hizashi, “It’s okay, he’ll be fine. I’ll help him. We knew we’d have to go back to patrolling and work eventually.” 

  Hizashi kisses Izuku’s forehead but he leaves swiftly after, Izuku sobbing so hard into Aizawa’s chest that he begins to cough and choke. Aizawa soothes him, rubbing his back, murmuring in his ear, rocking him. It takes a long time, at least twenty minutes, but eventually Izuku’s sobs turn into sniffles and little hiccups.

  “There, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Aizawa soothes him, rocking him in his arms still, “Daddy just had to go to work, but you know what? He works at a radio station, which means we can still hear his voice. I bet if we turn the radio on right now, we’ll hear Daddy talking. Do you want to listen?”

  Izuku nods, out of words as he feels raw inside, scraped clean from so much crying. Aizawa keeps him in his arms but pulls up an app on his phone, pressing a button. Sure enough, Hizashi’s voice comes through a moment later.

  
    “Good evening, Listeners! Especially our littlest listeners out there. Present Mic here, and we have a great show for you this evening! Before we start, I want to give a very special shout out to a very special little listener out there. Our first song is for you, Izuku!” 
  

  Izuku sniffs into Aizawa’s chest as the radio begins playing a song, one he likes and asks Hizashi to play around the apartment a lot. By the end of the song, Izuku’s feeling better, lifting his head off of Aizawa’s chest. 

  “Come on, kiddo, let’s get you cleaned up,” Aizawa murmurs, bringing Izuku to the bathroom to wash his face, keeping Hizashi’s radio show playing the whole time. Izuku’s soothed by it, curling next to Aizawa on the couch as he listens to his dad’s voice on the radio, making him feel a bit better.

  Izuku curls into Aizawa’s chest, still sniffling a little as he feels Aizawa gently rub his back and straighten some of his feathers. It feels nice, and Izuku feels strongly attached to Aizawa, like he can’t ever let go of him.

  “Dad, don’t leave me,” he chokes into Aizawa’s neck, “I don’t want you to go, too.” 

  Aizawa tightens his grip on Izuku, his voice wobbling a little with emotion as he responds. “Sweetheart, Daddy’s coming home, I promise. If you fall asleep, I bet he’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not leaving tonight, and we’re not leaving you alone, I promise.” 

  Aizawa keeps murmuring reassurances to him and eventually, it calms Izuku enough to sleep. Sure enough, when he wakes up the next morning and sees sun streaming through the window, he flies into his parents’ bedroom, relief flooding him when he sees both Hizashi and Aizawa in bed, asleep. 

  Izuku crawls into bed, worming his way in between them and sighing happily, feeling safe and secure in between both of his parents. He marvels that only a few weeks ago, he didn’t know either of them at all, and now they’re the most precious part of Izuku’s world.

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Up next: Izuku practices flying and visits UA for the first time.Thank you for reading! I'm already so soft for this version of Izuku, Aizawa, and Hizashi. Please let me know what you think. <3'
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