? Unforgettable- Aizawa x Reader

Dadzawa

"What's your name?"

The tired male asked in amusement. A spark of admiration could be seen from the little boy's eyes.

"I'm Hinata!"

"I could see why your parents named you Hinata. You're a ball of sunshine." I smiled as I patted his head, "Now, where your house? We can take you back to your parents."

He sticks out his lips, "But I want to stay with Eraserhead."

Shota glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. Asking me what I should do with the boy indirectly. Hinata was just giggling all the way, pulling the tired male's hair in entertainment. I could already sense the tiredness from Shouta.

"Hinata. What if we go get you an Eraserhead plushie? And then we take you home. Does that sound good to you?"

The little energetic boy basically bounced off Shota's lap. Already running towards the exit of the park. I glanced at Shota for a moment before rushing over to catch up with Hinata. I panted as I scooped up the boy, holding him comfortably in my hands. He hummed as I passed him to Shouta. Who placed him on his shoulders, giving him a piggyback ride. I smiled, still catching my breath from all the chasing I was doing. An ice cream truck conveniently went by, playing the usual music tune.

"Can we go get some ice cream?"

"Sure." Shota glanced at me, "How about you? Want to go?"

I cocked a brow at his offer. I nodded, following after him as we walked towards the ice cream truck. Sitting down at a table, I watched as Shota and Hinata ordered. I watched as Hinata continues to play with the male's hair. Giggling here and there, with Shota unfazed by all the pulling. Ultimately, he walked back with two cups of ice cream in his hands. Hinata already had one, busily eating away onto of Shota's shoulders. Pulling out a chair, he sat down. Passing me a cup of [f/f] favorite flavor ice cream. I stared at it, completely confused.

I have never told him anything about my favorite ice cream flavor.

"[Y/N], What's wrong?"

Apparently, he had sensed my uneasiness. I shook my head, waving off his worries. Eating a spoon full of ice cream. I noticed at Hinata was struggling with his. The black-haired male watched as I picked up Hinata and placed the boy onto my lap. He giggled as I help him get a spoon full of his ice cream, feeding him. I chuckled as he started kicking his feet in excitement. Shota reached over with a tissue, wiping away the excess from his mouth.

"Don't the couple look cute? Look at the cute little child."

I glanced up at the old ladies who were taking a walk down the street. Our gazes met. A flash of recognization went through their eyes. I chuckled nervously, giving Hinata his last scoop as the ladies reached for their phones. Shota grunted as I dragged him off his seat, throwing my glasses at him. He caught it and gave me a confusing look as we ran down the street.

"Just put it on."

He sighed but obeyed. Putting the sunglasses on. Once I felt like we were at least a mile away from the ladies, I stopped and plopped Hinata down on a bench. The whole way down the road, Hinata has just been giggling crazily. Thinking that we're running around for fun.

I wished I could become a kid again.

I panted, arching forward as I took in a breath of air. Shota didn't look too well either. He stood there gasping for air. I plopped down to the smiling boy.

"Let's take you home, Hinata." I panted, "Do you know where you live, baby?"

I sighed as he pointed towards the way we just came from. Feeling relieved that he knew where he was living at. So we didn't have to go to the police station and leave him there. Shota calmed down, picking the small boy up again. I laughed when I glanced at him.

"Shota! One of the lenses popped out! Your missing one."

"It did?"

I sighed. Walking over to him. Taking off the sunglasses and tucking them into my coat. Giving the tall male a peck on the lips in the process. My heart started pounding loudly as I kind of regretted doing that. But after looking at the small smile on his face, I completely forgot about the embarrassment.

"Hinata, could you pointed to your house."

He clapped his hands together, " We passed it. It's grey. Mom said that I should remember my address...Ah! Got it. It's just down the street, grey house."

"That's not an address. But I guess we could walk down the street. Tell us when you see it, Hinata."

He nodded, giggling once again as Shota placed him on his shoulder. I walked beside the two as we walked down the street. It was already past noon. Snores came from the little boy, surprising me and Shota.

"Guess all the running had tired him out."

I hummed, peeking up when I spotted a grey house just across the street. He glanced at the house. Giving me a nod of agreement. Crossing the street, we arrived at the front door. I pushed the button, hearing the sound of ringing in the house. A few minutes later, the doorknob turned and the door opened a little. Just enough for the person to peak out to see who was at the door.

Immediately I could see her red eyes, indicating that she was crying for a while before we had arrived. She looked confused to see strangers standing at her door. As soon as the eye landed on the small boy. She swung open the door, rushing up to Shota. Shota passed the sleeping boy back to the women. Wiping the tears with the back of her hands. She holds in her sobs. Bowing her head at us.

"Thank you so much for being my little boy home." She cries out, "You both have my deepest respect."

She sighed in relief as she creased Hinata's face. Tears still streaming down her face in happiness. She glanced up to Shota. Releasing a gasp, she looked at me in shock.

"Are you Eraserhead and White Noise? Oh my god, I'm your biggest fan."

I see where Hinata got that from.

I chuckled as I shake her hands, "Yeah, we are. Your son is indeed a ball of sunshine. He really did rub on us." She smiled at me, "Sadly, we have to head back before my friends burn down my house."

She nodded as she bowed her head again, "Thank you for bringing little Hinata home. He'll be sleeping peacefully back in the orphanage."

Orphanage?

I glanced at Shota. It seems like we were thinking the same thing. But we didn't question it. We watched as she waved goodbye, closing the door behind her. I glance at my hand. A small card sat in my palm. I scanned the card. It looked it only included a phone number and address. Tucking it into the pockets of my coat. We walked down the steps, heading back home.

"I gotta say. You are going to be a great dad."

He smirked, "Are you saying that you want to carry my baby?"