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

Flat-Packed Furniture

Hitoshi had his first Heroics lesson with 1-A. We then had to spend a good 10 minutes explaining the situation with me and Hitoshi, considering he got into Heroics without meeting the transfer requirements. I was stressed. But I couldn't worry about my own issues- I needed to push it to the side, because I had someone more important to worry about. The students were mostly done getting changed out of their hero costumes, and Hitoshi came out in his casual clothes.

"Ready to go?" The lesson was over, and we had shopping to do with school now over. With a nod of confirmation, we left the school grounds.

During the lesson, Hitoshi seemed reserved- with an 'I'm not here to make friends' mentality. Hopefully, he warms up to them.

The mall wasn't too busy, seeing as it was a normal weekday after school.

"Let's go find some clothes first. You don't have all that many clothes." He nodded. Hitoshi seemed jumpy. I'm not sure he was used to this kind of thing. Wordlessly, he walked towards the discount clothing store.

"Dude. Child services gives me a good amount of money, and I work 2 jobs. One of which is solely running the Heroics department of the best Heroics school in Japan, so I can afford to splurge on you a bit. Let's go somewhere nicer?" He froze, before slowly nodding.

I get it. I do. My foster families wanted to keep the money for themselves, too.

"It's not money for me. It's meant for you. So, I'd like to spend it on you." He avoided eye contact.

"How about in there?" A fairly nice department store was at the end of the walkway. He followed me inside. I found the men's section, picking up some different brands. I took a shirt on a hanger, holding it up against Shinso to see how it would fit. He raised a brow. "That one's nice." I mumbled.

What am I doing? I'm not actually his mother, for God's sakes.

"Uh- sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. Just- go pick out some stuff." He let out a small laugh from his nose, before taking the clothes out of my hand. I let him have a walk around, picking what he wanted.

"What do you think of this?" He held up a colour block t-shirt- the top part was mint green, and the bottom was white.

"Yeah, that's nice. Put it in the bag." He put it into the shopping bag. We ended up with a large amount of tops, jeans, and a couple pairs of shoes.

"I'm done." I paused.

"You don't need any socks? Or..." I trailed off. He nodded, rolling his eyes. I handed him my bank card so he could get what he needed. He returned with a small shopping bag.

"Great. Let me pay for the rest of this." We went to the check out. The lady scanned it all.

"That will be 91,639¥ please." Hitoshi's eyes widened. I put my card in the reader.

"Must be nice to be treated by your..." She squinted slightly, looking between us. Trying to work out what exactly was going on. She continued, thinking she worked it out "Girl-"

"Foster parent. I am fostering him." I asserted. Her mouth opened widely at my interruption, and sighed in relief.

"Oh! Wow, I couldn't tell! You look so young." I remembered Aizawa's comments a couple weeks ago about how I was starting to look my own age, and less tired.

"Oh, ha-ha, I'm 24." She awkwardly paused again as I put in my pin code.

"And he's...?" She turned to Shinso.

"15. But I'm 16 next month." Shinso wore a very fed-up looking smile.

"Oh...Right. Have a good day!" She gave me the receipt and the bag. We hurried out of the store.