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Sunmary. Hero Killer Stain has broken his insane cannibalistic son out of the asylum and is slowly adjusting him to real life again.

A/n. HOLY FUCK. I wrote this WAYYYY back when i started this blog . And wow, just wow. I never thought id get a request for part two., i love it SO MUCH . THANK YOU ANON . I HOPE YOU ENJOY. And SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO @nirioci for finding the original fic!!! ♥️🥰

Chizome had brought his son home as quickly as he could. No one was going to hurt him again in such an awful way. No more asylums, no more straight jackets. If his son wanted to eat a person then he fucking can. His son was 18 now and very frail, skin and bones almost . He was sure whatever food they were feeding him he just spit back out. His son was taken away from him after he … snapped. Chizome knew of his sons tendencies and never once judged him, he was quirkless, and if this was his way of coping with that then so be it. His son was taken to a special installment in Tartarus, an asylum for the insane or mentally dangerous. His son was not dangerous, dammit. This world, this stupid world.

Chizome had brought his son inside and before he could say anything his son grabbed his hand and started to cry and say he's home. Chizome took off his weapons to give his son a much needed hug. “Yes, Naifu, you're home. No one is taking you away ever again.” He stepped back to look at his son. So skinny . His black hair down to his elbows , hollowed out cheekbones.

“Naifu , why don't you go shower. Ill make you some food.”

Naifu blinked, reaching out for his father and Chizome grabbed his hand. “Food..?”

“Yes, tasty food and real food okay? You need to eat the real food so you don't get sick okay?”

Naifu looked at his skinny arm then his hand . His body twitched as he looked back up at his father. “Okay. Tasty food and real food.”

Chizome patted his son's head. “I will be back in 15 minutes. So go wash up.” He picked up a knife from the table. Naifu nodded fast running down the hall and Chizome waited till he heard the shower turn on before he left.

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He was sitting on a rooftop with a bloodied bag at his side just watching the cars go by. It had been well over 15 minutes. He was only a couple houses down from his home so if Naifu left he would know. A long heavy groan fell out of his mouth. He was so happy to have his son back.

Chizome returned to see a wiggling blanket on the couch and the tv on. His son looked out and Chizome held up the bag . The smile on his son's face warmed him right up. “Come wait at the table .” He said going into the kitchen.

Naifu got up with the blanket around his shoulders to sit at the table. Chizome made some finger chicken soup along with some pasta and brought it over setting it down. “Here you go. Tasty food is in the freezer, don't over eat it on me.” He pulled his son's hair back while he ate with happiness.

“What do you want to do with this? “ he asked, pulling the hair back.

“Keep it long! Like yours..”

Chizome smiled and cut off a piece of his mask to tie his son's hair back in a loose ponytail for him.

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After putting his son's hair back, Chizome went to put on sweatpants and a tank , then he went to the couch to finally relax. Some kind of reporter was on the tv talking about the Pros. He flipped the channel to something about villains and closed his eyes .

Naifu sat down next to him after a little while and Chizome opened an eye to see his son under the blanket again staring at the tv. He opened his other eye and wiped off his son's mouth. “Did you eat it all?” He asked, putting his arm around his son's neck.

“Yes, in the sink.” He said fast.

“Ah good. Thank you Naifu. “

“Father.”

“Yes Naifu.” He was about to close his eyes again.

“Can we go for a walk tomorrowwww?”

“Of course.” His eyes closed and Naifu flipped through the channels as fast as he could till his thumb slipped and the tv stopped on a breaking news report . He blinked watching it.

It was a report on a man whos arm was bitten off. A picture appeared on screen of the villain suspect and Naifu’s heart fluttered all around.

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Part One 👇🏻

Snippet of my piece for @afatherslovezine

A father is always a father first.