Pre-school was not the worst thing to happen to izuku. They were only three years old when they started school. After all, three-year-olds were nice, three-year-olds play with you, they would play make-believe games, and they didn’t care how you looked or what you could do.
For the first couple of months of school, he would play happily with his friends, and most importantly, he didn’t get bullied. It was right before Christmas break when he started to realize he was a little bit different.
It had never occurred to him before then that he wasn’t like all the other kids. that there was something wrong with him. It was snowing lightly outside, and they were all inside getting ready to go to recess. Every student wore their winters jackets, warm hats, and snowshoes. The teacher happily talked about the snow and how they would go outside and build a snowman, but they had to be careful because they could slip on the ice. Izuku was more than happy to go outside and play. But as they lined up in alphabetical order, his teacher took him by the shoulder and knelt down.
” is it you, friend? You can’t go on the ice, Okay? Stand next to me,” she says warmly. His teacher was not trying to be mean, and she was just doing her job. The green-haired boy could easily slip on the ice and have trouble getting up. He could hurt himself more than the other kids could.
So, that day he stood there next to his teacher, watching as everybody else in his class made snowmen and snow angels. It didn’t phase him much, he was just pretty disappointed he didn’t get to participate, but there was always next time. He couldn’t play tag. He couldn’t climb on the jungle gym, and he couldn’t keep up. Why couldn’t he play with all the other kids like that? He couldn’t even kick a ball.
During winter break, he didn’t have The best Christmas. He had gotten the flu. Of course, they had taken him to get the flu shot, his parents were not irresponsible, but you never know if they guessed the vaccine right. He coughed a little bit as he sat in his parent’s bed. He had a juice cup with him, so he wasn’t drinking it since he wasn’t thirsty. His papa had told him he needed to drink lots of fluids to get better, but he might never drink a lot of fluids, so why did he have to, so? He had started to drink a little bit as soon as I gave him his all-might cup.
Shouta had been a bit busy recently, and he still wanted to try to find his biological son. He wanted to know at least if he was doing okay with his mother. He needed to find the boy if he was in a bad situation since he had not kept up with the mother. However, he hadn’t told Izuku About this. He knew that the other boy would get too excited if he knew he had a brother, and he would want to know where he was, but he couldn’t have any custody of him, so he didn’t even know if they would ever meet unless his biological child looked for him in the future.
The black-haired male currently sat in bed with his son petting his hair gently as an All might cartoon played on the TV. His husband was trying to pick up some prescription medication for the green-haired boy so she could get better, it has been a little bit scary, and they almost took the boy to the hospital. He hadn’t woken up right away when they had tried to wake him up to go Christmas shopping. They checked his temperature, and it was too high for their liking. He hadn’t really been eating or anything, and it was clear that he had the flu.
” Drink your juice. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, the sooner you finish it, the sooner you soon go have fun again, don’t you want to be better so we can go sit on Santa’s lap at the Mall?” He asked. The green-haired boy just shook his head no, his throat hurt, he didn’t want to drink anything else, and he didn’t want to take medicine; drinkable medicine was disgusting.
“Okay, you don’t like the juice, do you want milk? Tea? Come on; I’ll even give you coffee if you just drink something?
If you don’t, we are going to have to take you to the hospital, and at the hospital, they give you a shot,” he says, he put the juice cup down, and he made a grabby hand for the cup his father was holding—a cup of black coffee, no less.
He didn’t really want to give his three-year-old coffee, but he just wanted him to drink something, and if this is what the other one drink, he would give it to him. So he handed the three-year-old a cup of coffee, and he watches a little boy Took a couple of small sips, he expected the boy to spit it out, but he didn’t.
Hizashi wasn’t the happiest when he found out that he had given his son coffee. But he understood that it was the only thing he would drink. From then on, the little green-haired boy had been a coffee drinker, which was a little bit weird since he didn’t usually like bitter things.
It took three days for the boy to get better. They hadn’t not slept so little since the boy was a baby. But they had to constantly watch him in case he got sick in the middle of the night.
after the terrible days of the flu were over, they had ventured with the Bakugou family to the mall. Shouta never knew what the big deal about Santa Claus was. Of course, little kids thought he brought presents from all around the world, but he didn’t understand why they wanted to sit on his lap and tell them what they wanted for Christmas when it would be much easier to just whisper in their parent’s ear.
He watches as the blond started sobbing when he sat on the older man’s lap. He was not having the idea of sitting on his lap. Katsuki , God bless his soul, was a little devil. He liked his way or the highway. Personally, he had never had to deal with one of his tantrums, but he had heard horror stories. He felt terrible for whoever would have to deal with this kid during school. His teachers would be in a big surprise. How ironic.
When the green-haired boy was sat on Santa Claus’s lap, he shifted a little bit on his knee before he whispered something in the man’s ear. At first, they would be easy things, but as he got older, it would kind of be impossible. At first, he just wanted a new toy so he could play with his best friend. But when he found out, he doesn’t have a quirk in the future, that would be something he asked for our year. A quirk was all he wanted. He didn’t care about the leg braces. He just wanted to be able to keep up with everyone.
That year he got a lot of gifts from his parents’ friends. This included new clothes, toys, a knife set, though they were quick to put that away… Nezu was not the best with children. So his favorite toy was when his parents gave him together. It was an all might onesie. He likes Christmas.
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