Chapter 1: the feathered vigilante
Chapter Text
BREAKING NEWS- A FEATHERED VIGILANTE IS ON THE LOOSE IN SOUTHERN MUSUTAFU AFTER BEING SPOTTED BY THE POLICE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 3 YEARS! PLEASE CALL YOUR LOCAL POLICE STATION IF YOU COME ACROSS A YOUNG WINGED VIGILANTE IN DARK CLOTHING! OTHER FEATURES INCLUDE-
The television flickered off as an older ex vigilante plopped onto the couch of his living room. He was tired and dirty after his usual nightly rounds of hero duty. He wanted nothing more than to melt into his couch, embraced in the quiet comfort of his empty apartment… or not so empty anymore. Right, his husband had been sticking around more than usual, unfortunately.
“Heya Sho,” The offending blonde strolled into the room as if he owned the place. “Patrol must've been rough, I see it made the news”
‘Sho’ as he was called, or rather Shouta, Shouta Aizawa, opted not to answer the question with any more effort than a muffled grumble. A small grey cat hopped into view, demanding attention as it nuzzled its face at Sho’s dangling hand. He gave in and pet the cat, at the same time pulling his face out of the cushion to face his husband.
“I met the kid again today. Briefly of course. Bolted as soon as I saw him and ran straight into a gunfight.” The blonde looked a bit worried as he continued “The kid’s not half bad though, they put up a decent fight. I didn't catch ‘em afterwards though, so I didn't see the damage.”
“Ah shit, I hope they're okay… what about you? The report said the fight was pretty big, and frankly you look like shit.”
“Oh shut up. I'm not hurt, just tired. Besides a few scrapes and bruises.”
“Alright, ‘m just making sure you're not bleeding” he laughed to himself a bit before checking his little silver watch with the clock turned to the inside of his wrist so he had to turn his hand to see it. It annoyed Shouta so much but Hizashi thought it was funny.
“It's getting close to 7, so I'm gonna get ready then head to the office for the day. I'll patrol this afternoon and be home close to 8 or 9(pm), alright?” He knew Sho liked to know everyone's schedules. To most it seemed invasive, but it just means he cares.
“Sure, whatever.”
“Okay bye sho!”
A few minutes later the man was fast asleep on the couch, lulled by the familiar scent of hairspray and the sound of mic running around the apartment looking for things he misplaced. It wasn't until closer to 8 that Present Mic had donned his usual costume and hurried out the door.
Fortunately or not, the man would be returning early today.
Chapter 2: hiding
Chapter Text
Izuku's day had gone to shit the moment he was spotted by his favorite hero near the end of his patrol. Well, it couldn't really be called a patrol… he'd picked the route a long time ago and settled into the fulfilling routine of gliding through the lower buildings of the suburbs.
He decided years ago, around the same time, that being a vigilante would give him purpose. Give him something to do besides wallow in pity. Being a faux hero offered a kind of reprieve someone like him could never get otherwise.. The high focus scenarios forced him out of his swirling thoughts and let him really feel himself; his body, his wings, his mind, the world around him. It was truly grounding.
Though like every other good thing, the night has to come to an end. He would eventually have to turn around, pushed forward by the threat of the rising sun, returning to the gravelly remains of the building he was camping in for shelter from the rain. Thankfully his bird form was way less than conspicuous. Nobody could find him unless they were looking. Even then, the chance of being recognized was slim to none.
Although this fateful night was the first night the little bird would not be returning to the collapsed building. In fact, he didn't know where he ended up the next morning. The last events before unconsciousness were playing in his mine, over and over like an old cassette tape.
A sharp pain hits you in the chest, splintering deep into your shoulder and down your right wing.
Your mind is reeling. Your vision is dark and foggy. You take a step back, and another.
The same feeling bursts in your opposite thigh, followed by the unmistakable sting of a wound on open air.
Your mind is foggy, dull. There's screaming.
Your hand gravitates slowly towards your thigh. Blood.
You can't feel your wing, your arm, your leg.
Legs?
You can't feel anything, actually.
'Kid? Hello?'
'Hey kid, don't go that way!'
'Can you hear me?'
'Shit, where'd he go?'
There's a smell, that's what hits first. The smell of hot trash and something rotting. The smell of stale piss and cold brick.
Next is how fucking cold he is. The concrete has long since leeched the warmth from under his feathers. There should be sun somewhere around here. Maybe if he shuffled a bit to the left? Nope, still cold.
Izuku cracked an eye open to find his disheveled self in the corner of a large alley. That explains the smell. There's pain all over his body, his bones creaking each time he shuffled around, and there was clearly something wrong with his wing. It was stiff and awkward, and wasn't responding very well. Shit. He couldn't shift back either. Shit shit shit. If he couldn't shift back he wouldn't be able to heal himself.
What a fucking shit show.
Chapter 3: i hope its not a rat
Notes:
Plz say smt if y'all spot grammar mistakes
T-T
Id rlly appreciate it
Chapter Text
What harm is there running a little bit late when you're a pro hero?
A lot, apparently. It wasn't Hizashi’s fault though! He had to wait for Shouta to get home before he started getting ready so he could ask what he wanted for breakfast. Wait, he didn't even make breakfast… How the hell was he still late?
Well it didn't matter currently because he had heard some kind of squeaking under his car and had been circling it for a few minutes trying to figure out what it was.
It didn't sound like something was wrong with the car, and he was sure his hearing aids were working correctly. It shouldn't have been such a big deal, but it was really bothering him. It only happened occasionally, and it was fairly quiet, but he had to make sure there wasn't a critter in his car. Though he was sure Shouta would appreciate any new reason for him to get rid of it. It was this hideous little sedan he kept in front of an old building a few blocks from the apartment since the parking garage host couldn't stand to look at it.
Sure it was old and rusty and probably not street legal but it was reliable. It had been his first ever car and hadn't had an issue since he first got it- there it was again! That squeak definitely belongs to an animal.
His brain was wracking through every possible beetle or lizard that could make that sound as he turned on his phone flashlight and looked under the car.
He opened the back door of the car and started searching between the seats and in every nook and cranny. He was pulling up the floor rug behind the driver's seat when he saw a small white bit of fluff. The small thing was contrasted so greatly against the dark grey of the floor. He picked it up, looking closely enough to realize it was a tiny little feather. He put it aside and pulled up the rest of the mat, seeing the feathers become more frequent, leading to a small bunch under the driver's seat.
Yamada flashed his flashlight at the little thing, inspecting it curiously. There was a chance that whatever bird had shed this much had been gone for a while. The man reached under the seat and carefully prodded the fluff.
Hizashi nearly screeched as the pile twitched. Thank god a roach didn't jump out. Instead, the feathers twisted around and a small head popped out, tiny beady eyes boring into Yamada's. The little bird (and I mean tiny) was frankly adorable. It had a little yellow beak in the middle of its fluffy white face. The top of its head was tufted with pale green.
What's more was those beady black eyes that seemed to stare straight through the man, he could have sworn he had spent minutes having a staring contest with this bird. This moment was long enough to consider how much money it would cost to care for this little thing. It only took a small moment of contemplation for Yamada to crawl out the car and dial his amazing adorable impressionable husband.
“OH SHOUTAAAA”
Chapter Text
The grimace could be heard as clearly as the exhaustion over the line. “You left the house 20 minutes ago, mic. What could possibly be wrong?”
“Hehehe Shouta you won't believe it.”
“... what have you done?”
“You'll love it, Sho, I promise.” There was some shuffling and the sound of a car door slamming.
“The fact that you're not telling me is deeply concerning.”
“I'm on my way back, can you call the agency and say I'm not coming in?”
A pause, then a long sigh. “Sure, whatever. Don't bring home a bomb.”
“Alright, see you in a minute!” Yamada laughed as he sprinted up the street with the bird cradled in his hands, his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder.
He hung up and tucked his phone in his pocket just as he made it to his apartment building. As his top hand lifted from the bird, its head peeked up to look around. Seeing that it hadn't made a move to jump out of his hands, Mic let it look around a bit as he called the elevator. The man was buzzing with so much excitement by the time they got to his floor that he nearly slammed open the door to the apartment.
When he did, he felt the little fluff flinch in his hands. He whispered a little apology before bounding into the living room where Shouta was now sitting up straight with a phone to his ear. He was grumbling into the phone with some kind of worried / fearful / confused expression and his eyes fixated on mics clasped hands.
He hung up the phone just as the blonde strode forward intently. Aizawa stood as he approached the couch, his expression twisting into more of a concerned one, that was until the blonde opened his hands.
“What the fuck is that”
Notes:
my weak attempt at a cliffhanger
Chapter 5: its not logical
Notes:
a bit of a longer chapter since the next one is short
as usual, plz mention if you catch any grammar mistakes
happy reading :D
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Its a bird, Sho.”
“It looks like a snowball.” He mumbled grumpily.
“I know! Isn't it adorable?” Hizashi was clearly enamored over the tiny thing. He didn't even frown when he tried to pet it and it snapped at his finger.
It really was a tiny thing. Small enough to sit comfortably in Hizashis palm, even with all the fluff. It looked like some kind of sparrow but if it was small and only fluff and white. The only reason its shape portrayed that it was actually a bird was because of the green tracing the edges of its wing and tail feathers. It also had a big spot of paler green over the top of its head and back. Not to mention the dark green around its eyes, and the little spot on the top of its pale yellow beak.
Also, something else about this thing was its big ass soul eaters. Its eyes looked way too big for its body, especially when they were boring into Aizawas soul. He was having trouble tearing his eyes away from its blank stare.
“Eh… this is what you called out of work to show me?” He knew his face had a bit of a grimace on it. He regretted hiding it better when he saw his husband's smile fall.
“Well yeah, we can't leave him around the cats, they would eat him up. Well besides Fatty, she'd just bat him around a bit, but still!”
He crossed his arms, sighing. “I think I'm missing a key bit of information here. What are you doing with the bird?”
Yamadas innocent smile returned in full force. “We're keeping him of course!”
“... We're not keeping the bird.”
“Wha? Yes we are! You bring home strays all the time, why can't I?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “It's not the same. Birds are loud, dirty, and high maintenance. Have you ever been around a pet bird for more than five minutes? We will never sleep again.” He explained in all seriousness.
The blonde seemed to deflate the more the older man talked.
“And like you said, the cats would tear him to shreds. There's so many reasons to not keep him. Have you ever even kept a bird before? I sure haven't. We don't have the resources for this whim of yours.”
Hizashi pouted dramatically, holding the bird close to his chest. “How could you say that Shouta?! So heartless of you, throwing an injured baby bird out into the cold! Some hero you are.”
“You're one to talk, bringing a wild animal in here, leading it to its demise.” Shouta said, gesturing towards Fatty, a small grey kitten that was pawing at his leg, her big yellow eyes glued on the bird in his hands.
“Okay Sho that's just rude. He's been sitting still this whole time and hasn't made a peep! Also birds are not dirty!” He put his hands out so the other could get a better look. “Birds are cleaner than cats, mind you. And how could this little thing be dirty? Look at how white its feathers are, it's nearly glowing!”
Shouta leaned forward a bit to look closely at the little snowball. Its black orbs rose to meet him and the man leaned back, crossing his arms.
“I don't like the way it's looking at me.”
The blonde scoffed. “ Oh c'mon Sho, now you're just complaining. We're keeping the bird, that's that.” Yamada said matter of factly before turning on his heel and going back to the doorway to slip his shoes on, his gloomy husband following close behind.
“If you're leaving the house you should probably put him in the cat carrier.”
The other looked a bit confused. “Oh… why though? He's been sitting so well, I doubt he'd just fly off or anything.”
“Well the chances aren’t zero. It's better to play it safe and put him in the carrier than risk him flying away or jumping and getting hurt.” He explained as he pulled a plush cat carrier from under the bench by the door. He unzipped the top and held it out expectantly. His husband gave it a scrutinizing look before grimacing. “It's covered in cat fur… what if he gets scared because it smells like them?
Shouta rolled his eyes “The whole apartment smells like the cats, if he's not scared now he'll be fine in the carrier.”
He pouted “But he's so small, what if he gets thrown around?”
“Fine. You carry him, make sure he doesn't get shaken up.”
He was silent again “He's so fluffy though…” he muttered.
“Oh Christ, Yamada. Put him in the carrier.”
The man finally shut up and reluctantly put the bird down on the padded cushion. The bird turned its beady little eyes to look up at the blonde, seeming almost pleading, like a dog asking for food. Aizawa quickly zipped up the bag and handed it to his husband before leading the way out of the apartment.
They walked out of the building in silence. They got to the parking garage and Aizawa slipped into the driver's seat of his little silver car. Hizashi sat passenger, with the car carrier on his lap. He could see the little bird nestled in the corner, its little fluffy feathers poking through the mesh walls.
“Where exactly are we going?”
The blonde pulled his fingers away from where he was trying to pet the little thing “hmmm probably the pet store so we can get some supplies, also maybe we can ask one of the employees for advice and stuff”
He grimaced “Shouldn't we go to a vet first? Make sure it doesn't have diseases or something.”
“Ooo, good idea! The doctor should have a better idea of how to take care of birds than the store clerk.”
Sho made a grunt sound as he turned on the car and pulled out of the spot. The car ride passed quietly, and It was only when they pulled into the parking lot of the vet that the bird started shrieking.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Notes:
Hizashi's gonna name Izu soon, any ideas?
I'm thinking something dumb and adorable like snowball or cotton ball or something
Chapter Text
Why the fuck would I let myself get into this situation?
It hadn't been long since THE Present Mic had found me in that trashy little car and scooped me up like a cute little pet and not the most well known vigilante in the city.
It was no secret that the pro hero was a bit dense, but to bring some random bird into his house (ALSO ERASERHEAD’S HOUSE?!) and assume it would live? He was totally in over his head. If I were a real bird, I would probably be dead, but instead, I'm stuck in this humiliatingly adorable bird form with no way to change back. They also put me in this kind of soft box? It smells like cats, but I don't really care at the time.
It’d be a different story if I could fight back but that's not even an option! My right wing is definitely out of commission, and I can barely move my left leg without being in enough pain to throw up.
This whole thing was just out of curiosity, letting him pick me up and take me into his house. I didn't think he was serious about keeping me as a pet but even if he was, I could just heal in the comfort of that cozy little apartment and escape when I can walk again.
But all that flew out the window when we pulled into the parking lot of a vet?! An actual veterinarian, for animals?! They're actually fucking serious?! There's no fucking way.
LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN BOX
Notes:
I know its short I'm sorry!!
the next one is longer I promise!
also y'all are gonna love izus name, its hilarious. btw we need some short nicknames for people to call him, any ideas? if nobody said anything I'm gonna have everyone call him beans or rat.
Chapter 7: waiting room
Summary:
kind of a short chapter, but ive got a four hour flight tmrw so ill post the next chapter soon.
as usual, if you catch any grammar mistakes please say so, and happy reading!
Chapter Text
Okay, well the bird was quiet earlier… but it makes sense that the little thing’s upset about being at the vet. Although it was quite difficult for anyone to be intimidated by the adorable little cheeps the bird was throwing around. The poor thing was clearly upset, if not a little panicked but he was just so cute!!
Its tiny little chirps were bordering more on screams as they got into the building. The office was modern, with a large marble desk in the middle on the back wall, the other three walls bordered by chairs in a classic waiting room fashion. Thank god the building wasn't silent or else the little baby bird’s racket would've been a lot more embarrassing to have dragged into the room.
The receptionist recognized Aizawa immediately. He was somewhat of a regular with their four cats that got into fights frequently, as well as their many fosters over the years. The woman was short and a bit stocky, she had fine whiskers on her cheeks and brown spots doting over her skin, along with little fluffy ears that were hidden behind large pink bows in her hair.
“Welcome back Mister Aizawa, Present Mic. How can I help the two of you?
Sho spoke up first “It's a bird. It’ll need a standard check up, please.”
She nodded, typing something into the computer. She looked up “I'll need you to answer a few questions before I give you some paperwork, is that alright?”
Sho opened his mouth to answer but was cut off as the bird screeched again, louder than before, flapping its wings wildly in the container. Everyone in the room winced at the sound, and an old lady's purse dog started barking at the sound.
He reached over and grabbed the carrier from Mic. He had to yell a bit over the noise. “You take care of it, I'm sitting over there.” He pointed to an empty chair in the corner before leaving in that direction after mic gave him a thumbs up.
He turns back to the woman, smiling apologetically “Haha sorry about that, but yes! I'll answer whatever I can.”
She laughed reassuringly, having to shout over the racket “It's alright! We get rowdy animals here all the time, it's not your fault.” she turned back to the computer “First off, I'll need a legal name for the parent, I assume I’ll just put down Mister Aizawa for this? It would be easier since he's already in our system.”
“Um yes, that'd be best for now.”
“Alright, do you have any adoption or medical records that I can put on file?”
“No, I don't have anything…”
“Ah okay. In that case I'll have to register them and print some adoption paperwork. Does the little one have a name?”
A few seconds passed before Hizashi's face split into a wide smirk.
Chapter 8: I'm not calling him that
Summary:
a bit short, but I'm posting again tomorrow so don't worry!
if anything needs to be fixed or reworded plz say so.
happy reading
Chapter Text
Aizawa was so done.
He couldn't tell if his husband was taking this way too seriously, or not seriously enough. They were entering their first year as teachers soon, now was definitely not the time to be starting some new project.
Especially not one so loud… If he wasn't this tired, he would be more than embarrassed having to be in the waiting room full of people, yet holding the loudest one in his lap.
Over the next few minutes as Hizashi talked with the receptionist and filled out some paperwork, the bird ( finally ) settled down a bit. It was no longer flapping and screeching, having moved on to gnawing at the netting on the side of the carrier. Aizawa made no move to stop the little thing. Maybe if it got out and flew off his husband would drop the issue and they could go back home.
He still had to put in his report of the incident from last night, hopefully Tsukauchi wouldn't be too mad that he put it off so long… maybe he could blame it on Yamada… It wouldn't be too hard considering he had little to no choice in being here.
The blonde in question walked over a second later and plopped down in a seat next to him, grinning from ear to ear.
“What's wrong with your face?”
He giggled a bit, turning to look at the other “guess what.”
Aizawa turned toward him, his eyes betraying suspicion “what now?”
“Guess what I named him.”
He scrunched his eyebrows. “Who?”
“The bird Sho, guess what I named him.”
He sighed. “What. What did you name him?”
“No, you have to guess.”
“I'm not guessing.”
“Just guess Sho, don't be a party pooper.”
His irritation couldn't be more obvious. “I said I'm not guessing. If you don't tell me, I'll never know.”
“Ugh fine. I won't tell you then.” Mic turned away, crossing his arms.
Chapter 9: Absent Mic
Summary:
happy solstice ^^
I know its short but I'll post tmrw too
Chapter Text
A few moments passed in silence between the two before the receptionist hopped from her chair and called for “Mister Aizawa” to follow her. The whole waiting room was probably relieve that they got called out as the pair stood and followed the woman through the door and into the long hallway.
Her chair at the desk must've been pretty tall because she was surprisingly really short, kinda like Nezu. It was more clear now that she was some kind of rodent morph with the way she quickly shuffled around, her scaly white tail dragging on the floor behind her.
They were ushered into a small white room that was sparsely decorated with various anatomical posters. The right side of the room had a metal counter with plenty of shelves and cabinets as well as an industrial sink. The center of the room was taken up by a large metal examination table with protective mittens hanging on hooks on the side. Two chairs were against the left wall facing inward where the two took their seats.
Soon after, a tall man in a large white coat entered the room. He was holding a clipboard under his arm as he rubbed his hands together, working in some hand sanitizer. His face had a yellow beak in place of his nose and mouth and long red tail feathers trailed behind him from under his coat, the long feathers adorned with blue and yellow vertical stripes. “Hello, I'm here for ‘Absent Mic’, is that you?” He spoke up as he placed his clipboard on the table.
Shouta's forehead wrinkled in confusion. “There must have been a mistake. That's Present Mic. “ He said, gesturing towards the blonde who was shaking with a hand over his mouth, suppressing his laughter.
The doctor seemed amused “Your pet actually. I have them written down as ‘Absent Mic’, I assume you have the bird with you?”
Mic finally burst out laughing as Aizawa looked at him incredulously. He was doubled over cackling for a full minute as the doctor watched with amusement in his eyes. As he calmed down a bit he placed the carrier on the table, still laughing to himself. He wiped a tear from his eye “Yeah, yeah we've got him in here.” he chuckled again as he sat down.
Shouta leaned over to him. “Christ Zashi, you're ridiculous.”
“It's a good name though, right?”
“No it's awful. I'm not calling it that.”
“You're such a sourpuss Sho.”
“Whatever.”
Chapter 10: 'birds of a feather' isn't real
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
I'll fucking kill them. Absent Mic? What the hell.
I'll admit, it's hilarious and adorable, but not for me! I'm a hardened vigilante not some cute pet! This is beyond humiliating. Not to mention this doctor that's been poking at me trying to get me out of the box. I swear I'm about to bite this bitch.
Also Eraser and Mic are so in love it's kinda gross. I never would've guessed that either of them were married, and to each other nonetheless? To say I was shocked was an understatement.
They truly are adorable though. Eraserhead, or ‘Sho’ as Mic calls him, pretends to be sooo mad all the time. It's obvious he loves Mic because if he really hated me why else would he put up with this whole thing if not for his husband? His patience is like a testimony of his love or something cheesy like that.
It's clear he actually hates me though. Like if I annoy him enough one day he'll just get rid of me. I might take advantage of that though so I can get out of here. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?
Anyway enough of that because this damn doctor is really pissing me off. I'm obviously showing signs of distress. He's clearly a bird, so does he not get social cues or does he really just not care?! The fucking audacity…
Notes:
ik its short!!! the next few were longer so I had a lot of grammar to fix.
gimmie a few days to release the next one, I promise the plot will move eventually
Chapter 11: plus ultra...
Summary:
I'm back! I'm finally home so I have wifi again, I'll try my best to keep up with the chapters again.
as usual, plz mention any grammar mistakes!
happy reading! ^^
Chapter Text
The lovebirds’ back and forth ended abruptly as the doctor let out some kind of surprised squeak, sounding shocked as he withdrew his hand from the carrier. Absent Mic was hissing loudly, having been backed into a corner. Its little white wings were puffy and flared as it snapped its little beak at him.
The doctor grimaced. “He’s a snappy one alright. Where did you say you got this bird?”
Yamadas face twisted guiltily “Um I actually found him… in my car?”
He lifted an eyebrow, still cradling a bleeding finger. “So… this is a wild animal, correct?”
“Uh yeah… is that a problem?
“No, it's no problem, just a lot lengthier of a process. When did you find him?”
“This morning actually, like less than an hour ago.”
He seemed to contemplate something for a bit. “And you're a hundred percent sure you want to adopt this bird?”
“Absolutely!” Mic flashed a signature smile and a thumbs up while Shouta sighed dramatically, sinking lower into his chair and crossing his arms.
The doctor spoke calmly as he disinfected and wrapped a bandage over where he was bitten. “Fine. This process will be a bit more difficult since I can't communicate with him. My quirk allows me to talk to and read the minds of any domesticated bird, which is why I could tell he was wild.
“What I can tell is that this bird belongs to a type called ‘Shima Enaga’, also known as a silver throated dasher, or japanese snow fairy.
“He is male, and rather young, so you'll have about two years left with him. I'll have someone write out a care guide for you to take home with the rest of the adoption paperwork.”
Hizashis nodded along with every sentence.
“Since this bird Is wild, he’ll need a lot of stimulation. I suggest some level of free roaming. Do you have any other pets?”
Yamada grimaced, “Yeah we do… two cats and two foster kittens… and at least six strays we feed outside.”
The doctor's face mirrored his own “Ah, I assumed as much. Aizawa's a bit famous here for his compassion for felines,”
Aizawa smirked proudly from behind his scarf.
“In that case, perhaps dedicate a spare bedroom to the bird to roam? Along with a cage for resting or holding when you clean the room. If your cats tolerate it, perhaps supervised time outside of the room would be best.”
Mic nodded. “Sounds reasonable. What do you think, Sho?”
His response was clipped, his mood immediately souring again. “It’s your responsibility. I don't care.”
The blonde sighed, turning back to the doctor “It'll be taken care of, don't worry.”
The doctor nodded “That's good. We both know there's nothing I can do to prevent you from keeping Absent Mic, but I'd still like to make sure you know what you're getting into. Please make sure you have the time and resources to take on this animal before you get too far in over your head.”
Yamada nodded, speaking seriously. “Yes. I promise I'll do my best to take care of the little guy. He doesn't have much longer anyway so I'll make sure he lives as happily as possible.”
Sho mumbled sarcastically from the corner “Plus ultra.”
Chapter 12: beady little eyes
Summary:
please mention any grammar mistakes!
Happy reading! :D
Chapter Text
You've got a be fucking kidding me.
Izuku was doing his best to seem intimidating in his little corner, with his wings flared and feathers puffed up. He made sure to throw in an occasional hiss to make sure the adults didn't forget about him while they talked.
They had been going back and forth for a few minutes by now, and Izu was getting tired of looking scary. As he was relaxing a bit he felt Eraser’s eyes on him, glaring as they usually did. Deciding to humor him, Izu shuffled to face the man, latching his wide eyes onto the other’s stare. A few minutes passed where izuku let his nictitating membrane take care of his blinking as he started the man down.
Or did his best to. Aizawa was looking rather apprehensive as the bird started into his soul, but he was damn good at hiding it.
The two were so deep in their staring contest that even Aizawa flinched when a towel was wrapped around the little bird and he was snatched out of the carrier. The following sounds he mustered up were less than pretty to say the least.
His screeches seemed to splinter the air itself. it took Shouta all his willpower to not cover his ears. Maybe Yamada liked the thing because of its impressive pitch.
Sure it was cute, but Shouta just didn't understand the appeal of having a bird in the house. They're not like cats. Cats are soft and adorable and sweet… well Rabbit wasn't very soft. That cat never cleaned his own fur so he was always ratty. And Fatty was both not adorable and the biggest asshole you could fit in its tiny body. Alright, maybe those weren't the best points… It is true though! Birds are just different. He's always heard that birds were dirty and smelled bad. They needed a lot of space and attention, something Shouta wouldn't be able to provide once he and Yamada started teaching.
Oh shit he still hasn't looked at this year's curriculum. Great, another thing he has to be doing that he can't because of this stupid bird.
Chapter 13: yeah, no.
Summary:
IM BACK BITCHES
yes, its short, but I'm putting up the next one tomorrow. unfortunately that ones also short lols.
I know its been like a month since the last update but I'm alive and I hope you continue reading ^^
anyway tell em if you see any mistakes :p
Chapter Text
Izuku was beyond embarrassed. He was currently bundled in some kind of towel while he was being weighed. All because they'd spent the last twenty minutes either being bitten or poking at him.
Now that he'd been wrapped up he had no mode of fighting back besides growling as loud as he could and staring daggers at the doctor. He thought doctors were supposed to be nice to kids! It must be because he's an animal to them… No wonder pets hate the vet so much if they're treated like this every time.
It's such a pain not being able to communicate… If he were a human right now this would be abuse!
He was glaring hard at Present Mic, who (though he seemed a bit guilty) had condoned all of this.
His large eyes were boring into the yellow man's, glaring daggers as he was manhandled. The doctor had moved on to flashing a light in his eyes and opening his mouth with an annoying stick.
Surely because he learned better than to let his fingers get close. He was narrating everything he was doing to Yamada who was standing close, hovering over Izuku worriedly, watching everything he did like a mother hen.
Izuku huffed. He was so tired of this already. The moment he could get away he would. Until then he should probably tune into whatever the doctor was rambling about.
“...seem pretty clean, I don't see any signs of disease or parasites so far, but I'll probably prescribe some detox medicine to dust on his food before he eats, just to be safe. As for vaccines, I'll probably give him the APV, pox, influenza…-”
Wait wait wait, VACCINES?! as in shots?!
Fuck no. Izuku was done.
He was getting the fuck out of here.
Chapter 14: I'm done
Summary:
yeah, its short but the next ones longer and more interesting
Chapter Text
He decided not to scream this time and alert them of his escape.
He instead planted his feet on the inside of the towel and pushed up, wiggling furiously in an attempt to get out. And it was working! He just managed to pry his good wing out of the hold and flap furiously. He unintentionally (though he didn't regret it) bat the shit out of the doctor's hand with his flailing limbs. (muahaha)
It was about this time that everyone noticed his efforts and the doctor, in his panic, dropped Izuku. Obviously it wasn't a big deal for him since he was a tough scary vigilante, but that fact didn't help him to not embarrass himself, especially when he scrambled out of the cloth and immediately collapsed, falling on his face with a disgruntled chirp.
Over the next few seconds the atmosphere shifted gradually from panic to concern as they watched him struggle again and again to get up from the metal table.
He had a clear limp in his left leg, and it was especially obvious when every time he stepped with that foot he would fall over again. When he tried to get up, he'd flap his wings a bit, revealing the fact that his left wing seemed unnaturally stiff. He didn't seem able to move it away from his side, or at least whenever he could It wouldn't extend all the way.
He felt so pathetic as he tried to get away. It wasn't helping that no one was trying to stop him, because everyone knew he wouldn't be able to get far. Izuku decided to give up struggling the moment mic pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures.
He was just so exhausted. He hated being stared at as much as he hated being cold and injured and hungry. It wasn't his fault that nothing was going his way right now.
Chapter 15: poor thing...
Summary:
sorry, I forgot :(
happy reading, though!
Chapter Text
God, that thing is so cute.
Not as cute as Chunk, obviously. Aizawa reassured himself as he watched the little snowball roll himself around on the table. It quickly gave up struggling and the doctor moved on to inspecting something about its wing and leg. It didn't take long for the bird man to seem confused.
“He's showing signs of being injured, but there's no bruise, laceration, or swelling. Maybe a sprain…?” he muttered to himself as he lifted Izuku's wing and carefully extended and folded it until he got irritated and snapped at his fingers again.
The doctor looked back to the couple, seeming a bit lost but speaking level despite it. “I'm not sure of the extent of his injuries, but i'm sure it’ll be fine to take him home today, just be careful when handling him and look out for any further signs of distress or discomfort. I'm sure you know this already, but any swelling, bleeding, losing feathers, or more limping would be something you should bring him in for…”
Great, the bird’s injured too. Now Aizawa was morally obligated to take care of it, and for a reason other than just to make his husband happy.
Ughhhhh. He really really didn't want to take care of the loud, angry, fluffy, adorable little thing for more than he already had. He was already swamped with work for the next few months, he didn't want to have to think about whether this bird would become his next most consuming project, or just end up being another meal for the cats.
Despite Shouta's grumbling, Hizashi wasn't paying attention to him. In fact, he was more focused on the bird now cradled in his hands, peeping quietly as the doctor droned on about something, something, blah blah blah blah, nobody was listening.
Yamada was most likely thinking up how he would arrange the empty bedroom in Shouta’s house. They'd been living separately for a few years because his agency was so far from Shouta's apartment, but ever since Hizashi started dropping hours to get ready for UA, he'd been spending more and more time with his grumpy cat guy. He'd even started sneaking some of his stuff into the house! All of that and now this, he may as well move in already since he's thoroughly infiltrated Sho’s usually peaceful home.
Anyway, Shouta was mumbling and grumbling the whole time that Mic was holding his younger counterpart, whispering apologies as the bird got his vaccinations before being stuffed back in the box.
The bird must've given up struggling by now because the process was relatively smooth compared to earlier. It was quiet ( finally) besides the occasional cheep, and Yamada got away with only a few shed tears and some scratches.
Everything after the carrier was zipped up passed so smoothly, just some paperwork, grabbing a prescription, getting a folder with pages upon pages of information on birds, and a “certificate of adoption” for Absent Mic. The process went so quickly in fact, that Eraserhead almost thought he would get to go home after this, until his husband's cheery voice rang out in the parking lot.
“Next up, shopping!”
Chapter 16: NO MORE BIRD?!
Summary:
JUMPSCARE
I'm back. mueheheh
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
I really should've just offed myself the moment I got caught.
Izuku was thinking too hard.
The vaccines had him too sore and tired to do anything more than listen to the soft bickering of the couple as they drove to the pet store. Present Mic was petting his back and wing as he chirped softly in something that could be considered a purr.
It was surreal really, suddenly being somewhere warm and soft, with someone petting over his feathers as the sounds of the car hummed around him. It felt like a far off dream, a fantasy he would think up on the coldest nights, when snow fell through the open wall of his empty building and the cold concrete seeped the warmth from his limbs.
Even if he wasn't completely welcome, it still felt nice to have some attention and affection, especially after so long…
It also helped that the person petting him was Present Mic(!!!!) one of the coolest, and frankly one of Izuku’s favorite heroes! (besides eraserhead…. Actually it might be alright to move him down the list now that he's met him personally and he turned out to be a bit of a douche…)
But anyway, he's always wanted to talk to Present Mic in person! He really should've gone back for his notebooks before he left… But anyway Izu used to take pride in the fact that Present Mic had the longest “Additional Techniques Theories” section of all his hero profiles. In fact, he'd run out of room more than three times (the average) and had to start stapling blank pages in his section, which is also why that notebook ended up so puffy…
Oh right, anyway, he wanted to talk to him about how his quirk worked and if he has active control over the volume of his voice and not only the pitch, because it seems so in some footage, but there is still a possibility that it's instinctual to raise his voice in correlation to the pitch so he can project the sound waves correctly. Although if he did have control over the volume, then it would open up so many more possibilities for his quirk! Not to mention applications!
Anyway Izuku should really get better at narrating instead of getting distracted because he must've missed something.
He wasn't in the car anymore, or the carrier for that matter, in fact if he was reading the room correctly he was being released.
Notes:
sigh, Izu really isn't the best narrator...
also any guesses on how old he is?
Chapter 17: Just for a few days...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Alright, he got that wrong. He wasn't being released, Mic was just being a softie. He’d felt guilty about picking stuff out without Izuku’s personal input, So the little bird was currently being carried around In Mic’s hands as he held him up to each cage, toy, treat, and food in the store.
Mic even snuck to the pet section and introduced him to some of the colorful birds for sale, though Izuku showed no interest. If he showed any at all, it was negative. He always felt so guilty seeing animals in pet stores, all of them terribly dirty and underfed, each one bordering on inbred from how overbred their species is. It wasn't uncommon to see how horribly they were treated up close, especially in scenarios like Easter in America, where people would buy baby chickens for decoration, letting them get thrown around by little kids for the day before they die. Or parents carelessly buying a high maintenance pet for a young child who won't take care of it. Knowing all this and being unable to do anything about it….
Right, anyway, Izu was tired and hungry so the trip only lasted for a few more minutes before Eraserhead nearly dragged Mic to the checkout. Surprisingly the total was only a few thousand yen, even though the cart was overflowing with random stuff. Some of it was Izu’s choosing, but most was the hero carelessly throwing things into the cart.
Thankfully though, they made it out of the store in less than 45 minutes, and back to the apartment in 15. Mic was kind enough to let Izu sit in his hands for the car ride, but he did stuff him in his jacket pocket so he could carry more stuff to the elevator.
Whatever, the pocket was warm. Also there was half of a cookie in here that seemed pretty old but honestly Izu couldn't help but nip at it. It had chocolate chips, how could he resist? Anyway, it was stale and gross so he didn't eat any more.
As they got to the apartment, it became more and more clear how pissy Eraserhead was. Whether from irritation or exhaustion, it wasn't clear.
The moment he took his shoes off, the bags were dropped by the door and the man shuffled to the living room, plopping onto the couch with the longest, heaviest sigh he could muster.
Mic didn't pay much mind to it though, as he picked up the abandoned bags and dragged them to the hallway in the back of the apartment.
He carried us into the room, narrating everything and rambling on about finally having a pet, and opportunities to make Shouta mad. Izu was set down on the window sill to watch the man work. He spent a few hours moving the rooms furniture, putting together a huge bird cage and snipping the tags off of all the toys and trinkets.
Izu of course didn't help, he rotated between chirping in acknowledgement when Mic started gossiping about the other teachers at UA, stumbling in circles around the man as he worked, and climbing some of the stuff in the room.
The room, which smelled overwhelmingly of cat. Izu was a bit nervous to meet them, especially that little angry one that wanted to eat him earlier.
Wait- he shouldn't be thinking about that, he should be thinking of how to get out of here. Although… Maybe staying wouldn't be too bad. It was warm, there was food, he wouldn't have to be worried about getting sick from the rain or being hungry.
But he wouldn't be able to do vigilante work anymore…. And he'd have to worry about the heroes finding out he's a person, not to mention a bad guy. And Shouta's overall pretty mean, but maybe he was just tired. And also the cats…
Maybe he'd just stay for a little bit. Like an infiltration mission! So he can find out how the heroes work and what they think of him being a vigilante!
And if anything goes wrong, he can just leave! Easy peasy.
Notes:
join the discord!!!!
https://discord.gg/yxKRVXvbpa
Chapter 18: Step two: bedtime.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Step one: infiltration
Status: success (!!!)
Step two: gather information.
Izuku waited until Present Mic got up from the corner they'd been sitting in all day. Izu was perched on a bookshelf behind him, watching him do stuff on his phone. He made sure to chirp in affirmation every time he was talked about while Mic was on the phone, though that habit might've sprung up out of annoyance, since the man tended to pat or pet him whenever the bird was mentioned.
Anyway, the moment the sun had started to set, The man got up, turning towards the bird with a finger outstretched, expecting him to hop on.
Izuku had a feeling he was about to be put away for the night. In that big cage in the corner, meaning he was going to be left alone all night, which had his blood running a bit cold.
Sure, he was used to being alone, but it's different than being alone in his own home! Now he has to be in a metal box for hours and hours- he couldn't even sleep away the time! He'd always had trouble genuinely sleeping in his bird form, he could only doze off a bit, or maybe manage some really light sleep, but it never lasted long-
“Come on little guy, bedtime.”
Izuku chirped angrily, snapping his beak as Mic interrupted his thinking. He didn't want to go to bed. He didn't want to be here in general, why the fuck did he decide to stay? He wouldn't have let this go so far if he knew he was going to be put in a box all the time.
Yamada watched the little bird squeak angrily at him, hopping backwards and glaring. He reached forward some more, trying to coax him into hopping onto his finger like earlier, but the puffball was having none of it. He chirped some more, hopping back again and flapping his good wing in irritation.
Hizashi sighed, cupping his hands and beckoning him forward. “Little Mic, I'm sorry, I've gotta put you away for now. I'm tired, and I'm sure Shou is too. We're heroes- important people, we've got lots of work to do in the morning.”
Of course, how could Izu forget that he'd been adopted (technically kidnapped) by ranked heroes.
Maybe this whole thing was selfish, that he was willing to waste two heros’ time by living with them…
Wait what if the money spent on him was money that could've been donated?!
Or- or what if they were too distracted thinking about him that they slip up during an epic fight and someone gets hurt!
Or what if he causes a fuss and they're late to work- it could cost hundreds of lives if a villain attack happens!
Izuku worried on, too busy gnawing on Present Mic’s finger to realize he'd been scooped up. That was until he was gently set down inside the little aviary.
He peeped in outrage as the hero let go of him and closed the cage door, flapping his wing in anger! How could he?! Izu was in the middle of deciding whether or not to leave! These heroes really are rude. Who trained them in civilian interaction? They must be pretty rude too to have done such a bad job teaching them.
Izu huffed and stamped his feet a few times, stopping to peck at the metal food dish to be a little extra loud as he watched Yamada leave the room, shutting the door behind him.
He sighed, giving up on complaining before looking around the little cage.
May as well get comfortable.
Notes:
I've got a discord now guys!!
Join for early fic updates, and to give suggestions on stuffs! Here's the link :DDhttps://discord.gg/gDkxbHVq8u
Chapter 19: Don't get positional asphyxia!
Chapter Text
Izu was soooooo bored.
The lights had already flicked out, and the little paper bits at the bottom of his padded hiddey hole had already been shredded into near perfect squares. Except for a few that looked like triangles or trapezoids or that were folded or that had weird coloring or that tore when he was snipping the paper up with his beak. He threw them in his water to watch them dissolve like cotton candy though.
There was also a little hanging thing on the ceiling, but the wood cylinder wasn't attached right, so every time he jumped on it he would swing upside down.
Maybe that was intentional? Izu didn't know if birds liked hanging upside-down or not, but he did, which is why he was currently teaching himself how to breathe like that, in case he ever got kidnapped and strung up like a pig.
Or if he got stuck on a wooden cylinder in a bird cage that wasn't attached right because the vet clipped his claw thingies wrong and now a splintered one got stuck in the wood grain.
But it's alright, if he really wanted, he could get unstuck, but hanging upside-down for long enough made his eyes go grey and little colorful stars show up under his eyelids.
He sighed, thinking over his current predicament. If he could convince Present Mic to let him out of the cage more often, then being in here wouldn't be so bad.
He probably wasn't using up donated money, Hizashi had wanted a bird anyway, if anything he'd cost them less money than an actual bird, since he's pretty much human anyway.
And they probably wouldn't be thinking of him during a battle since they think of him as a pet, he's really no much different than the cats. And he'll just have to make sure they get out of the door on time for work.
…
That's that, he's staying, no more thinking about it.
He has to collect information anyway, and he hasn't gathered much outside of the fact that they live together, and they are married (eugh).
Oh right! He was on a mission!
Izuku quickly pulled himself up, getting his claw unstuck before dropping down to one of the platforms, barely pausing before jumping to land his feet on the thin metal bars, grabbing on with his beak so he wouldn't fall over.
His leg wasn't hurting as bad anymore, he could at least put weight on it without crumbling over, even if the pain was just shy of unbearable.
He shuffled across the front of the cage door to get to the lock. It was just one of those locks that like— looks like a square, and the top piece is a smaller square but with a rectangle bar on it, and it flips down to go over the metal square of the bottom piece, and then another metal clips up to tighten it kinda…
Anyway all he had to do to get it open was to stick his leg through the gap in the cage and push the metal clip down, and then pull the bar over.
After that, he pulled his leg back through before pushing the door, clinging to it awkwardly as it swung open.
He hope hope hoped that the door wouldn't open too fast and slam back against the cage- it would be so loud and the heroes would come running and be like
‘no way! This bird is totally a little boy vigilante! We're taking you to jail!’
and then- and then they would grab him up and put him in the cat carrier and bring him to the police, and they'd know everything about what he's done and how evil he is and tell him that it's all his fault and he ruined everything-
and they'd put him in that sock again but it would be like made out of iron or something and he wouldn't be able to change back and he'd be a bird forever—
He reached his little leg through the bars to catch on the cage wall before the door hit it. And it halted silently. Thank. God.
He gently pulled the door all the way open, before reaching into the cage with his leg, stretching to grab one of the tassels on a hanging shelf blanket hammock thing and pulling it through, draping it on one of the bars to keep the door from swinging shut.
He sighed in relief, climbing across the door and hopping onto the window sill, watching over the room. This day had gone so horribly, even if it ended in a far better situation than it started.
He knew he acted childish earlier, but who cares, Mic just thought he was a bird anyway, Izu didn't know why he was so stressed about getting caught.
He was just really, really tired, and had no way of sleeping properly until he shifted back, which would probably take forever.
Not to mention he was hungry.
Like actually near starving, why hadn't he noticed that earlier?
He quickly dropped the train of thought and decided to go back to the cage to get food from that bowl he was banging on earlier. He gripped the edge of the window sill and flapped once before a riveting pain shot through right wing, forcing him to snap it back closed and flap his other wing wildly to keep himself from falling.
Right, injury correlation. He thought, reminding himself of that page he'd written on his quirk.
The page wasn't all that important, just going over the fact that while his other body's injuries would be healed when he's in the other form, whatever body was healing would still funnel around 40% of the pain into his other form, injured or not.
It was probably a mechanism to remind Izu that he was too hurt to risk another injury, in case it's fatal, and he won't be able to shift back.
He huffed, turning back to the cage door and climbing onto it, shuffling back into the cage and onto the platform with the food dish.
Again, being a bird fucking sucked.
Chapter 20: Snacks? Where.
Summary:
Short chapter again.
First person pov though, what do y'all think?
Chapter Text
Izuku got to the bowl and looked inside of it, inspecting the food.
The bowl was obviously just seeds and some rainbow pellets, nothing substantial.
Ughhhhhh. Maybe this isn't worth it.
I'm glad I picked at that mouse a few nights ago, because even if I ate this (I won't) it wouldn't hold me over for more than a day or two.
I mean maybe the sunflower seeds..?
Nope they're gross and stale, I'm not touching that.
Seriously, how am I supposed to live like this? It was tempting to stay here at first, but I'm just about ready to forcefully shift back and deal with the threat of bleeding out.
Wait, my wing must've been split up pretty bad if I can barely move it at 40 percent of the pain, I won't be able to fly anywhere, not to mention land because of my leg. And the heroes will still be looking for me once I go back, that would be a horrible state to get caught in.
Fine. There's no choice then, back to staying.
About food though… I think Mic got snacks earlier, those might be more filling.
Where did he put them though...?
Oh right, on the opposite side of the room.
Chapter 21: edible bird house
Summary:
GUYS IM BACK
sorry its been so long, im trying to write some more.
Chapter Text
There's a rule in every industry that it's easier to do something the first time than it is to undo it, which is Izu's current predicament.
He had managed to shimmy down the aviary and hop to the other side of the room, and over to the only other piece of furniture; a tall bookshelf with individual square shelves, the one he had been sitting on to watch Mic play mindless games on his phone and answer random calls.
The predicament is that he made it to the top of the bookshelf and spent a few hours using his beak to tear open packages of treats, sampling all of them before gorging himself on his favorites, one being some kind of bird safe jerky, and another was these little crackers that could be linked together to build things. He was currently camping in a little house, with a slanted roof and a chimney and everything.
The craftsmanship was surprising for a bird, but he didn't seem to care much about the achievement since he was taking bites out of it every few seconds.
Thinking on it now, it's a bit much to say that Izu was stuck on the highest shelf and better to say that he didn't want to get down.
The only reason he needed to make it back to the aviary was because one of the heroes would probably check on him when they woke up. They would probably be suspicious that a wild bird could open the cage on its own, and climb up a shelf when it couldn't even fly. So yeah, he had to get back into his box.
How would he get down though…? He wondered as he took another bite out of his house.
As he was pondering, he picked up on a sound outside of the room. Just some shuffling, creaking floorboards, the whirring fan, a door opening across the hallway.
…What ? Izuku froze in his tracks, little crumbles of his snack falling from his open beak as he heard quiet footsteps down the hallway towards his room.
He only had a moment to think- flaring his wings wide to collapse the little house, before jumping to his feet running for the edge of the bookshelf. He dropped his wings open as far as they would allow before leaping from the shelf and onto the long window sill.
It only took a moment to scuttle along the windows over to the aviary, shuffling over the bars and into the door. He dove into the first cubby he could find— just as the footsteps paused outside of his door.
He held his breath, his little heart racing as the doorknob creaked and pushed open. Izuku couldn't bear to look as who he guessed was Eraserhead entered the room with a quiet sigh.
There were some sounds throughout the room over the next few minutes, some fussing with the snack packages and the sound of a broom brushing over the wooden shelf.
Izu was almost ready to relax after a while when the man approached the cage. The little bird's feathers puffed up as he listened to the cubbies being lifted individually.
He waited- preparing for the man to spot him, pull him out of the cubby, take him to the vet again or throw him outside, or put him in the main room for the cats to eat…
Izuku had been putting off panicked chitters for the last few seconds, unknowingly chirping up a storm as Aizawa checked to make sure he was still there, which he clearly was.
The tired man only sighed, closing and locking the aviary. Hizashi probably forgot to lock it properly.
Whatever, he's just going back to bed.
Chapter 22: Waiting.... Waiting....
Summary:
Projecting my snack less state onto izuku rn
Chapter Text
From that point on, Izuku swore he wouldn't leave his cage on his own until both heroes left the house. Which also meant he didn't need to act cute so they'd let him out.
I mean… Present Mic isn't that bad, but Eraserhead acts like he could use a nice good kick in the balls every once in a while.
Anyway his schedule was looking fairly bland considering the fact that the heroes schedules lined up almost perfectly- leaving him with nearly 16 hours of waiting each day. He could of course spend a majority of that sleeping, but he was bound to get bored eventually.
Before he got caught he would only ever sleep in bouts of 2-3 hours between shifts of vigilante crime fighting, so the adjustment would obviously take ages.
It was only 6:30 and he was already restless. The results of last night's boredom had his cage looking really boring. Not to mention that his water bowl was full of soggy paper and his food was sorted by type, shape and color.
Now that the sun was rising he could see that the snacks had been stored inside one of the cloth shelf cubbies and not in open view of his cage.
Sighhhhh. He would just have to wait until the heroes both left for work before he could do anything. That obviously meant that it was a great time to hang upside down and scream at the top of his lungs until he found something more entertaining to do.