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For once, it was not his husband's fault. He was sure it was yesterday's exhaustion seeped into his bones. Or maybe the lack of sleep finally show its ugliness. Yet he couldn't stop screaming at his mind, why now for goodness sake!?
The school bell had rang at 10 a.m sharp, indicating a lesson change. Shouta placed the final fullstop at some sentences he wrote on the blackboard. Sluggishly, he turned his body back towards his student, eyes traveled on some sleepyhead who dared to sleep on his lesson.
"This will be on test"
He made sure to say it loudly, louder than the volume he used when speaking. It had the effect he wanted. Kaminari, Ashido, Hagakure, and Ojiro startled from their daydreaming slash sleeping state. Each looking helplessly at their own saviour, Ashido and Kaminari made puppy eyes at Bakugou while Hagakure -although unseen- pleading with her face to Yaoyorozu and Ojiro looked to Shouta's face -as he was in the front seat- and realized it was a stupid decision and looked back to Midoriya. Those angels -and one angel of death- smiled at their hopeless friend, while Bakugou fumming at them and already ranting about not paying attention to the lesson enough so he won't help them. Iida, always the busybody, had cut Bakugou's rant and talking about being disrespectful at their homeroom teacher who had been watching at them.
When mentioned, Shouta finally conceded to the thought that he was really exhausted. He just plastered his usual deadpan face and immediately the class basked in silence.
"Kaminari, Ashido, Hagakure, Ojiro" they looked at him "detention after class"
Shouta scowled inside at his decision. Of course he wanted to go home too. His students just made him do it.
It was not his fault they couldn't go home fast.
After he thought about it, he made his usual packing before changing class to walk to the next class. His eyes lazily looking at the clustered knick-knacks on his desk then took several objects he needed.
When he finished, he looked back to ensure everything was on his person.
Binder. Check
Pencil. Check
Capture weapon. Check
Artificial tears. Artificial tears?
His mind ignored the sound of door opened
Oh, in one of his utility belt's pocket. Check.
Sleeping bag. Check.
Then he heard his name was called
"-a sensei?"
"Yeah?" Shouta looked up
His students snapped to stare at him like he has grown another head. Shinsou, who he presumed as the one that was calling, was on his feet. Shouta looked to them again and again, before he drawled a confused question
"What?"
Shinsou's eyes blinked
"Uh.." the purple head scratched his head "I was calling Yamada-sensei"
Shouta's logical thinking should've screech at the obvious mistake but nooooo. His mouth wouldn't communicate with his mind first before those words stumbled from his mouth
"I am Yamada. So, what do you want to ask?"
His ears heard a subtle gasp across the room
"No, sensei. I mean Yamada-sensei"
He was sure his also secret child was hinting his foolishly foolish mind to fucking turn back and think. Yet once again, his mouth spoke without any filter.
"Hitoshi, I am married to Hizashi in case you have forgotten. I am too a Yamada. Why would you suddenly call me that. Anyway, just tell me your question so I can walk to the next cla-"
"That's it" Shinsou had threw his hands in the air, resigning "I give up"
"What are you-" SLAP
Finally. Fucking finally his mind snapped out of confusion and he slapped a hand on his trecherous mouth. The smacking sound rang loudly in the silence of his class.
Shouta's brain finally noticed the stares of his students drilling into his figure and it was all his stupid fault.
"Damn, Shou. I cannot believe you told your student about our marriage and it was not my fault"
As if noticing his husband for the first time, Shouta embarrasingly jumped at Hizashi's awed tone.
Shouta was hoping the whole class wouldn't hear him speaking but who was he kidding. His students, minus Shinsou, eyes were widening so big he was afraid their eyeballs would fall out of their sockets.
Then in
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"OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!"
There they went.
"SENSEI YOU ARE MARRIED!?!?"
"TO PRESENT MIC-SENSEI!?"
"WHY?"
"HOW!?"
"THE HELL SENSEI? HOW CAN YOU FUCKING LOVE THAT LOUD MOUTH?"
Shouta half registered Hizashi's indignant retort at Bakugou's foul language. He himself had placed his head on Hizashi's shoulder, a headache slowly inching its way to his frontal lobe. The warm emitted from Hizashi's hand petting his matted raven strands lovingly was his only salvation in the chaos he had made. Then a familiar green headphone and the dance of Hizashi's finger on his directional speaker buttons let Shouta knew what would be coming
"EVERYONE BE QUIET!"
Shouta's ears were blissfully shielded by Hizashi's headphone. He felt Hizashi's chest rumbled as he spoke and didn't bother with anything until the headphone was removed from his head.
He heard the soft groan of his students complaining but silence once more when Hizashi made a gesture of screaming.
"Now, if you will excuse us" Shouta suddenly felt his body lifted from the ground and held in Hizashi's arms "I have a husband to take care of. I will send a teacher to come here"
Then they began their journey to grandma Chiyo's mini hospital. Most of his students, good students, had followed with a 'get well soon, sensei' and some varieties but his bad students, namely members of Bakusquad and a strange mixture of Shoji, Hagakure, and weirdly Uraraka were using catcalls instead. Shouta's mind trying to remember those catcaller when- is that a Chesire cat or his son just smugly grinning at them
He tapped Hizashi's arm once to stop him right on the door's window.
Then his mouth grinned so widely
"We will see you at home, Hitoshi"
Their purple head son gasped and spluttered at the sudden attention on him
"OH GOD I FORGOT YOU ARE SENSEIS' SON, SHINSOU!!"
"I knew it"
"ICY HOT HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW!?"
Shouta and Hizashi laughed at their surrogate son's groan and thwacking sound he produced from thumping his head to the table.
"I hate you both"
"Yeah, we love you too"