Chapter 19: Talk About The Future

The Aizawa-Yamada household was buzzing with excitement as the teens gathered around the dining table, their UA acceptance letters sitting in front of them like unopened treasures. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made your stomach twist and your heart race. Even Katsuki, who usually masked his emotions with a scowl, couldn't hide the flicker of excitement in his eyes.

Eri sat at the head of the table, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her wide eyes darting between her siblings. "Are you guys nervous?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with curiosity.

"Nervous? Pfft. As if," Katsuki scoffed, though his fingers tapped restlessly against the table. "I already know I got in. They'd be idiots not to accept me."

Izuku chuckled nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his letter. "I'm sure we all got in. UA wouldn't just accept one of us and not the others, right?"

Minoru, ever the calm one, leaned back in his chair, his familiars, Geneviève and Adlar, perched on his shoulders. "Relax, everyone. We've worked hard for this. Let's just open them and see."

Shouta and Hizashi stood at the edge of the room, their arms crossed as they watched their kids with quiet pride. Shouta's expression was as stoic as ever, but there was a softness in his eyes that only Hizashi could see. Hizashi, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement, his trademark grin plastered across his face.

"Alright, kids," Hizashi said, clapping his hands together. "You've waited long enough. Open them up!"

The teens exchanged glances, their hands hovering over their letters. With a collective deep breath, they tore them open, their eyes scanning the contents quickly.

"I got in!" Izuku exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion as he held up his letter. "I'm in Class 1-A!"

"Same here," Katsuki said, though his tone was more subdued. He held up his letter, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Told you I'd make it."

Minoru nodded, his expression calm but pleased. "1-A for me as well."

Yuuga, Denki, Shoto, and Fumikage all confirmed their placements in Class 1-A, their faces lighting up with relief and excitement. But as the cheers died down, a strange silence fell over the room. The triplets—Izuku, Katsuki, and Minoru—were staring at their letters with furrowed brows.

"Uh… guys?" Izuku said slowly, his voice tinged with confusion. "What's Class 1-ZX?"

The room went still. Hizashi's grin faltered, and even Shouta's usual stoic expression cracked as he stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "What did you say?"

Katsuki held up his letter, his scowl deepening. "It says here we've been placed in Class 1-ZX. What the hell is that?"

Minoru's familiars chirped nervously as he read his letter again. "It says… 'Congratulations on your acceptance into UA High School's Class 1-ZX, a specialized program designed to cultivate unique talents and prepare students for unconventional hero work.' What does that even mean?"

Shouta snatched the letter from Minoru's hands, his eyes scanning the text quickly. His jaw tightened, and he exchanged a glance with Hizashi, who looked equally concerned.

"This doesn't make sense," Shouta muttered. "There's no Class 1-ZX at UA. I've never heard of it."

Hizashi took the letter from Shouta, his brow furrowed as he read it. "This has to be some kind of mistake. Maybe it's a misprint?"

Before anyone could respond, the sound of he alarms echoed through thir home. Everyone froze, their eyes darting toward the entrance. Shouta moved first, his instincts kicking in as he strode to the door and banged on it three times, making the branches pull the person inside with force.

Now getting up to stand on the doorstep was a tall, imposing figure dressed in a sleek black suit. His face was obscured by a mask, and his voice was deep and gravelly as he spoke. "Aizawa-san. Yamada-san. I'm here to discuss the placement of your children in Class 1-ZX."

Shouta's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his capture weapon. "Who are you?"

The man didn't flinch. "My name is irrelevant. What matters is that your children have been selected for a unique opportunity—one that will allow them to reach their full potential in ways UA's traditional program cannot."

Hizashi stepped forward, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. "What kind of opportunity? And why weren't we informed about this?"

The man tilted his head slightly, his mask glinting in the light. "Class 1-ZX is a highly classified program. Its existence is known only to a select few. Your children have been chosen because of their unique quirks and potential. They will be trained not just as heroes, but as… specialists."

"Specialists?" Katsuki growled, stepping forward. "What the hell does that mean?"

The man's gaze shifted to Katsuki, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something cold and calculating. "It means you will learn to harness your quirks in ways you never thought possible. You will be trained in stealth, strategy, and combat. You will become more than heroes. You will become shadows."

The room fell silent, the weight of the man's words sinking in. Izuku's mind raced, his analytical nature kicking into overdrive. "So… we're being trained to be underground heroes?"

The man shook his head. "Not just underground heroes. Assassins."

The word hung in the air like a dark cloud, heavy and ominous. Eri's eyes widened in fear, and even the usually unflappable Shoto looked unsettled.

"Assassins?" Hizashi repeated, his voice sharp. "You want to train our kids to be assassins? Are you out of your mind?"

The man's expression didn't change. "The world is changing. The line between hero and villain is blurring. We need individuals who can operate in the shadows, who can eliminate threats before they become catastrophes. Your children have the potential to be those individuals."

Shouta stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not taking our kids. Not without a damn good explanation."

The man sighed, as if he had expected this reaction. "Very well. I will give you one week to consider the offer. But know this—if you refuse, your children will be removed from UA entirely. This is not a choice. It is an opportunity."

With that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he had appeared. The family stood in stunned silence, the weight of his words pressing down on them.

---

That night, the family gathered in the living room, the atmosphere tense and heavy. The teens sat together on the couch, their expressions a mix of confusion, fear, and determination. Shouta and Hizashi stood nearby, their arms crossed as they tried to process what had happened.

"So… what do we do?" Izuku asked finally, breaking the silence. "Do we… accept this? Become assassins?"

Katsuki snorted, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Hell no. I didn't work my ass off to become some shadowy hitman. I'm gonna be the number one hero, not some glorified thug."

Minoru frowned, his familiars perched on his shoulders. "But if we refuse, we'll be kicked out of UA. Is that really an option?"

Shoto leaned forward, his mismatched eyes thoughtful. "Maybe we don't have to see this as a bad thing. If we can learn to use our quirks in new ways, to protect people in ways others can't… isn't that still being a hero?"

Yuuga and Denki exchanged uneasy glances, while Fumikage remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Shouta sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This isn't a decision we can make lightly. If we agree to this, we're putting you in a dangerous position. But if we refuse… we're giving up on your dreams."

Hizashi stepped forward, his voice soft but firm. "Whatever you decide, we'll support you. But you need to understand the risks. This isn't just about becoming heroes. It's about becoming something… darker."

The teens exchanged glances, their resolve hardening. Finally, Izuku spoke, his voice steady and determined. "We'll do it. We'll join Class 1-ZX. If this is what it takes to protect people, to be the best heroes we can be… then we'll do it."

Katsuki smirked, though there was a glint of determination in his eyes. "Damn right. I'm not backing down from a challenge."

Minoru nodded, his familiars chirping in agreement. "We're in this together."

Shouta and Hizashi exchanged a look, their expressions a mix of pride and worry. "Alright," Shouta said finally. "But we're going to be involved every step of the way. No secrets. No lies. Understood?"

The teens nodded, their determination unwavering. They didn't know what the future held, but they were ready to face it—together.

---

Later that evening, Yuuga found himself wandering the grounds of his floor, his mind racing with thoughts of the mysterious Class 1-ZX. He needed a distraction, and there was only one person who could provide it.

He found Mashirao in the gym, practicing his martial arts with his usual precision and grace. Yuuga leaned against the doorway, watching him with a soft smile. There was something about Mashirao's quiet strength and unwavering focus that always calmed him.

Mashirao noticed him after a few moments, his tail swishing as he turned to face Yuuga. "Hey," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "What are you doing here?"

Yuuga stepped into the gym, his hands tucked into his pockets. "I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be resting?"

Mashirao shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get some training in."

Yuuga nodded, his gaze drifting to the large windows that overlooked the stars. "I get that. My mind's been… all over the place lately."

Mashirao walked over to him, his expression softening. "Want to talk about it?"

Yuuga hesitated, then sighed. "It's just… this whole Class 1-ZX thing. It's a lot to process. I mean, assassins? That's not exactly what I signed up for."

Mashirao placed a hand on Yuuga's shoulder, his touch grounding. "I know it's scary, but you're not alone. You've got your family, your friends… and me."

Yuuga looked up at him, his eyes filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Mashirao."

Mashirao smiled, his tail curling around Yuuga's waist. "You'll never have to find out."

They stood there for a moment, the silence between them comfortable and warm. Then Yuuga's eyes lit up, a playful glint in them. "You know what I've always wanted?"

Mashirao raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Swans," Yuuga said, his voice dreamy. "A whole lake of them. They're so elegant, so graceful… just like me."

Mashirao chuckled, his tail tightening around Yuuga. "A lake of swans, huh? That's pretty specific."

Yuuga pouted, though there was a teasing smile on his lips. "What? You don't think I deserve a lake of swans?"

Mashirao leaned in, his voice low and intimate. "I think you deserve the world, Yuuga. And if a lake of swans is what you want, then that's what you'll get."

Yuuga's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing. "You'd really do that for me?"

Mashirao nodded, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Anything for you."

Yuuga's heart swelled, and before he could think, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing Mashirao's in a soft, tender kiss. Mashirao responded immediately, his hands moving to Yuuga's waist as he deepened the kiss.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them and the warmth of their connection. Yuuga's hands tangled in Mashirao's hair, pulling him closer as their kisses grew more passionate, more urgent.

Mashirao's tail tightened around Yuuga, anchoring him as they lost themselves in each other. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in sync as they poured all their emotions into the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together and their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Yuuga smiled, his eyes shining with love. "I love you, Mashirao."

Mashirao's tail swished happily, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "I love you too, Yuuga. Always."

---

The gym was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of their clothes as they moved closer together. Yuuga's hands slid down Mashirao's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Mashirao's breath hitched, his tail tightening around Yuuga's waist as he pulled him even closer.

"Yuuga," Mashirao murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Are you sure about this?"

Yuuga nodded, his eyes filled with determination and love. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Mashirao's hands moved to the hem of Yuuga's shirt, his fingers trembling slightly as he lifted it over his head. Yuuga's breath caught as Mashirao's hands roamed over his bare skin, his touch sending shivers down his spine.

Mashirao's lips found Yuuga's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he sucked and nipped, leaving marks that would fade by morning. Yuuga arched into him, his hands clutching at Mashirao's back, his nails leaving faint red trails in their wake.

"Mashirao," Yuuga gasped, his voice breaking as Mashirao's hands explored lower, teasing and tantalizing. "Please…"

Mashirao smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, Yuuga."

"You," Yuuga moaned, his hips bucking against Mashirao's. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I want to be yours."

Mashirao's restraint snapped. He reached for the bottle of lube they kept nearby, slicking his fingers with practiced ease. He pressed a kiss to Yuuga's lips as he prepared him, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately, driving Yuuga to the edge of madness.

"Mashirao," Yuuga whimpered, his body trembling with need. "I can't wait. I need you."

Mashirao lined himself up, his eyes locked on Yuuga's as he pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. Yuuga cried out, his back arching as he was filled, the sensation overwhelming and perfect. Mashirao stilled, giving Yuuga time to adjust, his hands trembling with the effort of holding back.

"You're so tight," Mashirao groaned, his voice rough with desire. "So perfect."

Yuuga wrapped his legs around Mashirao's waist, pulling him closer. "Move," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, Mashirao. I need you."

Mashirao obeyed, his hips snapping forward with a force that stole Yuuga's breath. They moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync, their moans mingling with the crackling of the fire. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other, consumed by their love.

Yuuga's hands roamed over Mashirao's back, his nails digging into the vampire's skin as he clung to him. Mashirao's lips found Yuuga's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered words of love and devotion.

"You're mine," Mashirao growled, his voice thick with emotion. "Mine forever."

"Yours," Yuuga gasped, his body trembling as he neared the edge. "Always yours."

Mashirao's thrusts grew harder, faster, driving Yuuga closer and closer to the brink. Yuuga's hands fisted in the blanket beneath them, his cries growing louder, more desperate. Mashirao reached between them, his hand wrapping around Yuuga's length, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

"Come for me, Yuuga," Mashirao commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "Let go."

With a cry, Yuuga obeyed, his release spilling between them as he clenched around Mashirao, pulling him over the edge with him. Mashirao buried himself deep, his own release filling Yuuga as they clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the force of their passion.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Mashirao pulled Yuuga into his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead as they basked in the afterglow. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies.

"I love you," Mashirao murmured, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "More than anything."

Yuuga smiled, his heart overflowing with love. "I love you too, Mashirao. Always."

Yuuga and Mashirao were lost in each other, their bodies entwined and their breaths mingling as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. The gym was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of their clothes as they moved closer together.

Yuuga's head rested on Mashirao's chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the other boy's skin. "I could stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with contentment.

Mashirao smiled, his tail curling around Yuuga's waist. "Me too," he said, his voice equally soft. "You're my everything, Yuuga."

They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the gym door creak open. Shouta Aizawa stood in the doorway, his usual tired expression replaced by one of utter disbelief. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him—Yuuga and Mashirao, half-dressed and clearly in the middle of something very intimate.

For a moment, Shouta just stood there, frozen in place. Then he sighed, running a hand down his face. "Of all the things I expected to walk in on tonight," he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion, "this was not one of them."

Yuuga and Mashirao froze, their eyes widening in horror as they realized they were no longer alone. Yuuga let out a high-pitched squeak, scrambling to cover himself with the nearest piece of clothing—which happened to be Mashirao's discarded shirt. Mashirao, meanwhile, grabbed a nearby towel, his face turning bright red as he tried to shield himself.

"P-Popa!" Yuuga stammered, his voice cracking with panic. "We—we can explain!"

Shouta raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "I'm sure you can," he said dryly. "But frankly, I don't have the energy to hear it."

Mashirao looked like he wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. "Mr. Aizawa, sir, we're so sorry—"

Shouta held up a hand, cutting him off. "Save it. I don't want to know the details. What I do want is for you two to get dressed and go to sleep. In separate rooms. Tonight."

Yuuga's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his hands clutching the shirt to his chest. "Y-yes, Popa. We're sorry."

Shouta sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just… be more careful next time. And for the love of all that's holy, lock the door."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the gym, muttering under his breath about how he was too old for this kind of nonsense.

---

Once Shouta was gone, Yuuga and Mashirao sat in stunned silence for a moment, their faces still burning with embarrassment. Then Yuuga let out a nervous laugh, burying his face in his hands. "Oh my god. That was… that was…"

"Mortifying?" Mashirao offered, his voice equally shaky. "Terrifying? The most embarrassing moment of our lives?"

Yuuga peeked at him through his fingers, a small smile tugging at his lips. "All of the above."

Mashirao groaned, leaning back against the wall. "Your dad is never going to let me live this down."

Yuuga reached out, taking Mashirao's hand in his. "Hey, it could've been worse. At least he didn't yell at us."

Mashirao raised an eyebrow. "He didn't have to. That look he gave us was worse than any yelling."

Yuuga giggled, the sound light and carefree despite the situation. "True. But hey, at least we know he cares, right?"

Mashirao smiled, his tail swishing gently. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

They sat there for a moment, their hands intertwined as they tried to calm their racing hearts. Then Yuuga stood, pulling Mashirao to his feet. "Come on. Let's get dressed and go to bed. Separate rooms, remember?"

Mashirao groaned again, but there was a playful glint in his eyes. "Fine. But tomorrow, we're having a long talk about where we can… you know… without getting caught."

Yuuga laughed, his cheeks still pink but his smile bright. "Deal."

---

The next morning, the Aizawa-Yamada household was unusually quiet. Yuuga and Mashirao avoided eye contact with Shouta, their faces still tinged with embarrassment as they helped set the table for breakfast. Hizashi, oblivious to the previous night's events, hummed happily as he flipped pancakes on the stove.

Shouta sat at the table, his usual cup of coffee in hand, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word about what had happened, but the occasional pointed look he gave Yuuga and Mashirao was enough to make them squirm.

Finally, as they sat down to eat, Shouta broke the silence. "Yuuga. Mashirao."

Both boys froze, their forks halfway to their mouths. "Y-yes, Popa?" Yuuga stammered.

Shouta took a long sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving theirs. "From now on, the gym is off-limits after 10 p.m. Understood?"

Yuuga and Mashirao nodded vigorously, their faces turning bright red. "Understood," they said in unison.

Hizashi looked between them, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What's this about the gym? Did something happen?"

Shouta sighed, setting his coffee cup down. "Nothing you need to worry about, Hizashi. Just… parenting."

Hizashi shrugged, clearly deciding it wasn't worth pressing. "Alrighty then. More pancakes, anyone?"

As the conversation turned to lighter topics, Yuuga and Mashirao exchanged a relieved glance. They had survived the most awkward moment of their lives—and they knew they'd be a lot more careful in the future.