Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. (OC/Reader x Aizawa)

Like Mother Like Son

Hitoshi walked into the car park. I was leaning on the hood of my car, waiting.

"Wow. It's very... Yassified." I quirked a brow before unlocking the car. He climbed into the front passenger seat.

"Thanks, I guess?" I added with a questioning tone. I started the car as he got comfortable.

"Now, you'd better strap in. I'm not very good at driving this car." I put on my own seatbelt as Hitoshi put on his own, slightly afraid for his safety.

"Huh?" He asked as I pressed down the clutch.

"Buckle up buckaroo!" I laughed maniacally as the car jumped around violently as it moved forwards at a much too fast speed.

Hitoshi held the handle above his seat for dear life as he gave me directions.

We pulled into the driveway of the house. It had a fairly large garden, and it was a fairly large house.

And I knew it all too well.

"You good?" Hitoshi asked. I continued to grip the steering wheel.

"Uh- yeah. Let's go." We got out the car and knocked on the door.

"Hey Hitoshi!" A young woman opened the door.

"Hi. My teacher brought me here to grab the last of my stuff." She let us enter. Shinso headed up straight to his room. A little kid came downstairs, greeting him. Couldn't have been older than 6.

"Hitoshi! You're back!" He gave him a hug.

"Hey, Yuta. I'm just here to grab the last of my stuff." Shinso ruffled his hair as he continued up the stairs. One of the care workers caught my attention from the kitchen.

"Y/N? I can't believe it's you! You're a teacher now?" She was an older woman. This was my last group home, before my wonderful foster family snapped me up. I entered the kitchen.

"Yeah. I'm surprised you recognise me." I thought about how literally none of my coworkers recognised me.

"I never forget a child." She said with a warm smile. "You know, Hitoshi's aging out soon. You could foster him, up until he's 18." I choked on thin air.

"Sorry? Me?" She laughed.

"He talks about you and that other teacher a lot, you know. It's the most excited I've ever seen him, and you know he's a bit of an emotional brick wall most of the time. He's actually been excited to go to school for the first time." I bit the inside of my cheek. "You've made a big difference to him. Plus, as a pro hero, you're automatically eligible to foster." She added.

"Sure, but I don't think he would want a woman barely older than him responsible for him. Besides, he'll get a support payment when he ages out since he'll be responsible for himself." She scoffed at my comment. Even I knew that the money they give is not nearly enough.

"Do you think that you should have been alone when you were 17? Do you sincerely believe that any 16-year-old should be responsible for themselves? It's the age that child services says that they're adults, sure, but in reality; a very large majority of kids that age out of care fail miserably because of the lack of support." She was right. There was virtually no support beyond a crappy apartment given to them as well as some money every month. A lot of people I spent time with in care ended up in very bad places in life.

"I don't want to see another one of my children end up villains, or drug dealers, or worse. Hitoshi's been told all his life that he'll end up a villain." She said with a sad smile. I wasn't sure how to respond, so it was time to get out of the situation.

"I'll- I'll go see what Hitoshi's up to." I went up the stairs to see his room. Looked like he was sharing with one other kid. He was taking posters off the wall and clothes out of drawers, stuffing them into a bin bag.