News had spread quickly about Vlad's actions. When the six exhausted students got back to their dorm a horde of classmates were loudly waiting for them.

"Did you stop him for good?"

"Why did he do it?"

"I heard Kuroiro and Monoma were in on it too!"

"I never liked those kids."

"What was it like to fight a totally killer teacher?"

"Dadzawa saved your ass, huh?"

"Who's going to teach 1-B now?"

"Are those leftovers in the fridge yours?"

Admittedly, some questions were more important than others. The deluge of voices overwhelmed Shinsou immediately, and Kaminari stepped up to the plate like the hero he is.

The blonde gestured expansively to quiet the room, "Settle down children, and I shall regale you with a lurid tale of betrayal and romance...but only if you stop treating us like All Might at a press conference."

Bakugou had a more straightforward approach, "If you extras don't get out of my way I'm going to burn every fucking console in the common room."

The class was more concerned about the safety of their games than they were with their own bodies. Midoriya especially, but that had nothing to do with games and everything to do with his hobby of breaking his own bones.

Their classmates let out disappointed noises but shuffled away to give them space. Bakugou stormed past them while the rest of the squad did their best to politely leave while Denki distracted them. Shinsou gave Kaminari a thankful glance before he left for the elevator as well. While leaving he heard his boyfriend start his story.

"Once upon a time, there was a very handsome couple that got together in a super romantic way…"

When the Kaminari family heard about the incident they appeared at the school post-haste. Every single one of them.

Instead of doing the normal thing, waiting until classes were over and politely pulling their child to the side, the blonde gang had decided to stand right outside the 1-A classroom in a cluster of affectionate worry.

Denki blanched at the sight of them. When the rest of the class spotted the, obviously related, family they turned to him for a response.

"Uh, I don't know them?" he pointedly glared at his parents, "My actual family definitely wouldn't embarrass me this badly. That would be cruel and unusual punishment when all I did was save the day like a badass."

Mina nearly inhaled the water she was drinking upon seeing the outraged expressions his family were wearing. It didn't help that one of the twins decided now was a great time to refer to their older brother as "Den-Den". Something that will undoubtedly become Sero and Kirishima's favorite new nickname for Kaminari.

The blonde student whined and fell forward causing his forehead to hit his desk.

Aizawa stood with a face that read 'I really don't want to get involved with this bullshit, but here we are' before turning to the disruptive family. "It's a pleasure to see you all again, but could you wait outside or at the dorm for your son instead of interrupting our lessons?"

Mrs. Kaminari chirped a polite apology to him before physically removing the rest of the family from the doorway.

A part of Shinsou was glad to see them, and the other part was specifically glad they hadn't decided to tease him as they did with Denki. He'd expected the older sister to say something uncomfortable and provocative despite the setting. Oh well, he's sure he'll get that later.

Class continued and all the purple-haired boy could focus on was how much his Dad clashed with his boyfriend's parents. He really didn't want to Romeo and Juliet this situation. Committing suicide would really invalidate the whole recently-fought-for-our-lives thing. On the bright side, he was fairly confident that Mic would be all over them.

Speaking of the blonde man, Mic came into class to start teaching English. Which meant he'd either walked past the Kaminaris or actually spoke with them. Shinsou hoped he hadn't missed the chance to see Mr. Kaminari and Mic talk motorcycles and knitting.

Hitoshi tried to pay attention. He always loved seeing his dads in action, whether it was battle or teaching. Shinsou wasn't the best at English, it was the one topic that Kaminari could help him study, but he knew the material. Considering how much of it his dad spoke (shouted, really) at home it only made sense he'd pick it up.

With five minutes left in class, Mic ended how he usually did. "Any questions, listeners?"

No hands went up in the air.

Then one hand did.

Sero politely waited to be called on before asking, "Do you think that someone in their 40s and someone who is 16 is too big an age difference or is it fine if I fuck Kaminari's mom?"

Denki sputtered, "Sero! Gross, that's my mother!"

Sero shrugged, "Your banging hot mother, but yeah."

To Mic's credit he answered the question, "She's definitely out of your league, but if that's what your heart tells you then Plus Ultra!"

Mina giggled, "It's definitely not his heart that's telling him anything. It's probably his di-"

"Ok, then! Class is dismissed, and don't forget you have a test on Friday!"

The class groaned at hearing about the test but Denki was too busy punching Sero in the arm to even think of it.

The tape-wielding boy rubbed his arm dramatically, "Ok fine. I get it, I won't fuck your mom. What about your sister though?"

Another punch.

"I know I call you bro, but that doesn't mean you can date her!"

"I never said anything about dating her." The tape-using hero shrugged, "and I know your mom is married, but I'm no homewrecker. Though if she wanted me to be I totally would."

Kirishima laughed, put Sero in a headlock, and started to give him a serious noogie. With how rough the redhead gets while play-fighting it was a reasonable enough punishment.

Kaminari came over to Shinsou with the face of a man who has accepted defeat. "Babe? Can we just rappel down the school building with your binding cloth and avoid my family all together?"

Shinsou reached out to put a supportive hand on Denki's shoulder. "We both know they'd just chase you."

Kaminari groaned and stumbled forward to hug the boy, hiding his face with Hitoshi's chest. "Ugh, you win. Let's go face the music."

As the two reached the doorway they saw Aizawa was already speaking with the Kaminaris. The three girls were nowhere to be seen, and somehow that was scarier than having to deal with them.

Once Mrs. Kaminari caught sight of the two boys she threw her arms open and ran forward. "My precious babies!"

Shinsou was pretty sure he heard Aizawa mumble, "no my babies," but he'd save his father the embarrassment of pointing it out.

They were quickly embraced by the blonde woman and once again found themselves fighting against her breasts for air. Luckily the rest of the class had long gone back to the dorms.

"Why didn't you tell me you were confronting the baddies? Thank goodness your dear Aizawa-sensei was there to protect you- and his husband? I don't think we've met him."

She expected an answer from them but nobody could possibly speak through the bosom they were drowning in.

"Yes, my husband Present Mic was also there. Though your son and mine did do an excellent job of stalling until we got there."

Mrs. Kaminari pulled back, one hand on the outside shoulder of each boy, to look at them.

"Is that so? It must be your sensei's great tutelage and great parenting that helped...and obviously mine as well but I don't have to tell you that."

Aizawa coughed into his fist, "Yes. You've raised a good kid."

Mrs. Kaminari gave him a beaming grin. Ever the proud parent.

Their sensei continued, still no expression on his face despite the praise, "your son has also single-handedly reduced UA's electricity bill by 15%. All of his classmates stacking phones on him like he's a charging station has saved us quite a bit of our funding."

Shinsou liked hearing his dad praise his boyfriend, but wished he'd get some attention too. Like a good father, Aizawa must have sensed this for he ruffled Shinsou's hair and added, "your son would have to be special or we'd never have accepted him into the family. Hitoshi is still too good for him, but you know how kids get."

Mrs. Kaminari had a twitch in her mouth at hearing the almost insult, but she recognized what it's like to want to parade around your child and to think nobody will ever be good enough for your baby.

Mr. Kaminari finally spoke up, "Yes, your Shinsou is a great kid. He's got a quick wit, and an impressive ability to overlook my son's lackluster IQ."

"Dad!"

Hitoshi spoke up, "Denki is very smart when it comes to the things he cares about."

Mr. Kaminari shot Shinsou a complicated look before smiling that Kaminari grin, "Hah! You've passed another test. Good job, kid."

Hitoshi wondered how many tests his 'father-in-law' was going to give him.

While Aizawa's face would look blank to an outsider, Shinsou could see the smugness in his eyes at Hitoshi's answer. There were very few things that felt as good as making his father proud of him.

Denki held one of Shinsou's hands in both of his. "Awww, you mean it? You are unequivocally unparalleled, babe!"

"I got him a dictionary for his tenth birthday and he's never looked back," Mr. Kaminari said, shaking his head with fondness.

"Right," Aizawa looked like he'd rather be anywhere else and Shinsou didn't blame him, "well, I have to be go-"

"Are these my protege's parents?" Mic called as he strode down the hallway.

Mr. Kaminari looked positively giddy. "Wow, are you the Present Mic?"

Hizashi gave a theatrical bow, "The very same! Are you one of my listeners?"

"Yeah, I never miss a show!"

There was a Midoriya level of hero geekiness that started to radiate from the Kaminari patriarch, and Denki looked positively mortified. "Dad! Don't make it weird."

Mic was undeterred, "Your son is making great progress, under my specific tutoring, and continues to do well in my English course. You must be very proud!"

Mrs. Kaminari lightly hip-checked her husband to pull him out of his idolizing stupor before politely bowing. "I'm Kaminari Raiko and this embarrassing fan of yours is my husband. Thank you so much for taking care of our Denki!"

Mr. Kaminari bowed at a painfully low angle, "I'm Kaminari Raiji. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Present Mic."

"Please, please, call me Hizashi. We're family now!"

Shinsou shared a look with Aizawa. With the presence of his other father, there was no way to leave now. Not without a logical ruse to excuse them. Both tired men started to scheme.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Kaminari was talking to Mic like a normal person would as Mr. Kaminari nodded dumbly every now and then. Starstruck didn't even begin to cover it.

Denki tugged on Hitoshi's sleeve before loudly asking, "Hey, shouldn't you and Dadzawa be getting to the training grounds? They close in one hour and I remember how long it took you to reserve a spot. I'm sure you both can see everyone another time. We wouldn't want to keep you from your very important hero work, right mom?"

Mrs. Kaminari was totally onto her child's ploy but luckily the two men with her looked thoroughly convinced.

Either way, it was a logical enough ruse if ever he'd heard one.

"Right. I'd completely forgotten. I hope you can excuse us, Mr. and Mrs. Kaminari," Shinsou did his best to look suitably contrite.

"Of course. We wouldn't want you to be late," Mrs. Kaminari winked at them, "We'll just have to see each other for dinner sometime." She turned to look Aizawa in the eyes with the most serious face Shinsou had ever seen her wear, "Truly, Aizawa-sensei. Thank you so much for keeping my boy safe. He's lucky to have a teacher like you." Her smile afterward was soft and genuine.

Aizawa nodded awkwardly in response, as Mrs. Kaminari turned to stand between him and her husband, giving them a chance to escape unseen. Denki gave them both a thumbs up and turned to help distract the two chatting men. The topic of their conversation had turned to motorcycles and how Mr. Kaminari still couldn't seem to get his started.

Shinsou and Aizawa turned tail down the hallway, their gait treading the line of reasonable and just a little too fast. When they turned the corner and were no longer within sight the they both stopped to collect themselves.

"Ok," Aizawa sighed, "maybe that kid is almost good enough for you after all."

Hitoshi smiled, "I think so too."

As the days passed the excitement died down and classes resumed with little difference. Every now and then the 1-B students would catch Shinsou's eye in the hallway and look unsure of what to do. Hitoshi knew they would be okay in the end. Midnight had stepped up as their new homeroom teacher and, to the great surprise of many, turned out to handle it with a dedicated kind of grace. She was protective but not smothering, focused but still fun, and it was plain to see her students liked her as much as she did them.

Also to many people's surprise, Kuroiro and Monoma had been allowed back into class.

The shadowed boy received a long suspension, a loss of his license, and mandatory check-ins with staff throughout the day. Monoma was let off with suspension, a temporary hold of his license, and the crippling shame of being part of a dark plot without even knowing he was. Embarrassment is it's own kind of punishment, and no one would let him forget how much he botched up his "prank."

As for 1-A, they were closer than ever.

Shinsou had just sat down for homeroom one morning when Ojirou walked up to his desk.

"I wanted to say I was sorry. I shouldn't have started a fight with you like that." the boy's tail moved nervously behind him. "I said some messed up things."

The purple-haired teen shook his head, "I accept your apology, but I'll be the first to say it was partly my fault too. Want to fix our friendship with a fistbump?"

Kirishima snorted, "You just want an excuse to fistbump somebody, bro."

Shinsou pointedly did not confirm or deny this, but met Ojirou's closed fist for a gentle tap.

It felt good to clear the air. Hallmark didn't exactly make a, "Sorry I got you thrown out of a window" card.

In general, the students were flourishing as heroes and as people.

Now that Bakugou had removed his head from his ass, he and Kirishima were dating properly. Which is to say the ash blonde was angrily making him lunch, furiously holding his hand, and irately kissing the redhead when he thought no one was watching.

This led to endless teasing from the rest of the gang. Particularly choice moments were plentiful. Like Bakugou explosively responding to someone talking with, "Are you mothershitting fucking me?" followed by Mina doing an exaggerated wink and replying, "No, but I bet Kirishima is." After which Bakugou would cross his arms and mumble, "This is some serious fuckery right here."

All things considered- those "things" largely being his personality- Bakugou let the squad get away with a lot. Dating Kirishima seemed to have had a calming effect on the boy, and the entire class had gotten the redhead chocolates as a gift.

Which was immediately destroyed because, "If anyone's giving shitty hair gifts it's going to be me," and "fucking really? You know I can make better chocolate than those extra's store bought crap."

Shinsou had a feeling they were going to be okay.

1-B's former teacher had been fired, and was now in mandatory holding. It wasn't the same level of prison or jail, but it was designed for heroes who had made questionable choices. UA managed to keep the whole debacle from the press so his career wasn't destroyed if they found him fit to return to duty. Of course, if he showed the slightest sign of danger or becoming worse he would be given further legal reprimanding.

Shinsou remembered hearing this with mixed feelings. He was afraid of Vlad as much as he was afraid for him. The man was misguided, to say the least, and after so many years of being a good teacher it finally caught up with him.

Aizawa showed a surprising amount of sympathy, one day telling his son, "I'm seeing Kan-sensei later."

Shinsou raised both brows, "Seriously? He's going to hate that."

"I'm picking him up from therapy. He'll just have to deal with it."

It was the mark of a good man that Aizawa was willing to be there for Vlad despite his actions. Shinsou was pretty sure they all wanted to show the man he had a family in UA and to end the bitterness that brought him to mandatory confinement.

His dad smiled his unnerving grin, "It'll also be satisfying to see him upset and regretful, that prick."

Okay, maybe my dad isn't a perfect angel. Whatever, that just makes him even cooler.

And Shinsou and Kaminari? They were doing great.

Not that anyone had thought they wouldn't, but there's always that expectation that high school relationships won't work out. Shinsou was happy to prove an exception to the rule, and Kaminari was even happier to remind everyone about the fact. The two frequently ate dinner with Shinsou's fathers and Mr. and Mrs. Kaminari. Aizawa and Raiko had discovered they were surprisingly similar, and that they would happily never shut up about how much they loved their kids. Mic and Raiji finally got that motorcycle to start and would go riding together on occasion. Mr. Kaminari had eventually learned how to Hizashi like a normal person, and everyone was thankful for it.

Inspired by the Aizawa family's very loving cats, the Kaminari family did purchase a Golden Retriever. In protest, Shinsou refused to visit for a week. When he finally did, he found the twins had dyed the dog an odd purple (in his honor) to entice the sleepy boy to come see them again. Shinsou thought that it was pretty damn adorable that they'd dyed a dog just to have dinner with him, but he'd never tell them that.

Sero did not date any member of the Kaminari family and the world was better for it. Though Denki did agree that having a child with a quirk called electrical tape would be pretty funny.

Graduation was only a few months away and the couple couldn't be more excited to finally become heroes. People, albeit it locally, already knew the name Chargebolt. Shinsou, to his preference and advantage, was successfully underground. He wouldn't be a great hero if all the villains knew the key was to shut up. Though the dramatic monologues that they tend to have would solve this problem anyway.

The two boys had already decided on their respective agencies- Shinsou would be joining Eraserhead and his under the radar work, while Kaminari was hired to be a sidekick under Present Mic. They'd been pooling money to rent an apartment, and with their hero salaries, they would be more than able to afford it.

Everything seemed to be falling into place.

At the end of the day, Shinsou knew it all came down to his family.

Not blood. Not biology. Real family isn't always your DNA or what quirks you inherit. Family is being loved and accepted for who you are, and what better family than 1-A? Every smiling face, or pissed off glare, meant one more person who stood by his side. He would never be alone again, and as a hero...no, as Shinsou , he'd do everything to protect that. Life had a funny way of coming together and he couldn't wait to see what else it would bring.

The two boys sat on the roof, awake well past curfew, cuddled next to each other under the stars. Denki made sure they were holding hands, because saying he was a tactile person was an understatement and Shinsou was happy to indulge him. There was a slight breeze but the air was warm for the season. Shinsou squeezed Kaminari further against his side.

His somber mood must have been showing since Denki nudged his arm and whispered, "Hey. Wanna do something stupid?"

Hitoshi smiled, "Like what?"

Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows, "Me?"

Denki clearly thought the joke was worth seeing Shinsou nearly swallow his whole tongue in response. He's glad someone enjoyed his moment of possible demise.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. You looked kind of bummed out."

The purple-haired boy shook his head, "I'm not bummed out. Just thinking. So much has happened and it's only high school. What's the real world going to be like?"

Kaminari paused, bringing a finger up to his chin in thought. "Does it matter? We're going to figure it out anyway. Together, right?"

Shinsou leaned over to kiss Kaminari softly on the lips.

"Yeah, together."

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