Quirkless Rejects

Asia

"Cause I do," Izuku piped.

Dad sighed. "I should have known."

Izuku washed the insane amount of gel from his hair before flopping on their bed. They were sharing one tonight. Not for any particular reason, just that they had gotten used to it and it was cheaper for a single bed. Dad sat down on the edge, letting Izuku undo his hair and mess with it as he went over what they should do.

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*Thump*

Shouta raised his head from the map. "Kid?"

He had been going over the plans with Izuku playing with his hair when he felt a weight hit his back. Shouta turned slightly. He sighed and put the map on the bedside table. Shouta grabbed his son by the shoulders and lay laid the boy down, pulling the covers over him. He gently pulled out the hearing aids and turned them off, not before noticing the flashing red lights saying that they needed new batteries soon. He would make sure to get some tomorrow on their journey.

Shouta climbed into bed and turned off the lamp. He closed his eyes only to open them again when something wrapped around his waist. Shouta smiled softly as he rolled over and brought his son closer to him.

"Once a kid, always a kid," he hummed to himself, knowing it wouldn't wake the boy up.

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Izuku grimaced in the mirror as he re-gelled his hair.

He slid in his earring for the final touch before lacing his hightops. Oh, how many times he had to replace these shoes but he always got the same red hightops or at least something similar.

He and Dad would be scouting around the city today and tonight they would start the extraction of quirks from Russia.

Izuku stretched. Dad came out of the bathroom. Izuku grinned slyly. He silently reached over and grabbed his camera while Dad was putting up his bun. "Dad." The man looked over. *CLICK*

Izuku looked at the picture of his Dad on the screen. Dad had a crease in his eyebrows as he tried to fit a bobby pin into his hair. "-y?" Izuku looked up. "Hmm?" Dad finished his bun. "Was that necessary?" Izuku shrugged. "Probably not." Dad only raised an eyebrow, saying nothing else. They left soon after, each snatching an apple on the way out.

It was around eight at night by the time they got back to the hotel room.

Izuku immediately washed all of the gel from his hair. He dried his hair and pulled it back in a small ponytail. Dad tapped his shoulder and held out a pack of batteries. "What are these for?" Izuku asked. Dad simply just pointed at his own ears. "Ah. Thanks!" Izuku switched out the batteries in his hearing aids and threw away the old ones. He stashed the extras in the pocket of his bag. Izuku pulled on his face mask and slid on his digital sunglasses that he had plugged into a wall for charging. Dressing in black sweats that were almost skin-tight but not completely for air to the regions that needed air and a skin-tight black turtleneck shirt with long sleeves. He was just putting on his last handcuff when Dad walked out of the bathroom wearing much of the same. It was getting cold so they opted for a warmer set of clothes this time around.

Izuku pats the bed. Dad came and sat on it, Izuku getting behind him and braiding his hair.

The clock struck midnight just as they were pulling on their backpacks.

"Ready?" Dad asked. Izuku nodded. "Let's go." They snuck out the window and began their trip around the hotel just the way they did in Paris. To that man who was still awake on the second floor, sorry about the concussion. For that couple who was walking on the streets, sorry if your midnight walk was ruined. To the hotel, thanks for the lodging. Sorry for starting on you.