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“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Izuku said as he held his boyfriend's hand. Shoto turned his head to look at the other teen.

The two boys had only been dating for about three weeks. It was a slightly awkward confession, with stumbled words, and a less than perfect kiss at the end, but since then it had gotten smoother. The week before they had gone to meet with Izuku’s mother, who fussed over the both of them the whole time they were there, and when they told her they were dating, she burst into tears of joy and gushed how her baby was all grown up.

Now they were on their way to Shoto’s house to tell his family about them.

“Don’t worry,” Shoto said, pulling him closer, “Everything will be just fine.”

“How do you know?”

“Fuyumi and Natsuo, liked you when you came over the first time,” Shoto tried to reason.

“But I wasn’t your boyfriend then,” Izuku argued.

“They’re not going to care,” the duel-haired boy said.

“And your father?” the shorter of the two asked, “What about him? Will he care?”

Shoto stopped walking and sighed. He turned to look at his boyfriend and took both Izuku’s hands in his own.

“Don’t worry about my father,” Shoto said, “I don't want you to worry about anything right now. I want you to have a good time. How does that sound?”

Izuku bit his lip but ended up nodding his head. Shoto gave him a small smile and kissed the green-haired boy’s forehead.

“Come on, I asked her to make katsudon,” Shoto said.

“Oh my gosh, I love you,” Izuku said.



When they to the Todoroki household, they were greeted with the smell of food and Shoto's two older siblings in the kitchen.

“Shoto!” Fuyumi said, smiling ear to ear at the sight of her brother.

“Hey,” he said.

“Sup?” Natsuo said, waving his hand.

“Not much,” Shoto said, “You two remember Midoriya, right?” he asked, as he gripped his boyfriend's hand.

If Natsuo and Fuyumi noticed him holding Izuku’s hand, they didn’t say anything.

“Oh, of course,” Fuyumi said, “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to be here again,” Izuku said, smiling back but still looking nervous.

Shoto tugged on Izuku’s hand, and the two of them sat at the table with Natsuo.

“So, how’s school?” the white-haired boy asked.

“Good,” Shoto said, “ there’s some end of the year test coming up.”

“It’s nothing too overbearing thought,” Izuku said.

They went on talking for a while. Izuku and Shoto talked about UA, Natsuo talked about his university classes. Fuyumi turned away from cooking everything now and then to chime in about something. There was absolute ease in the air that wasn’t normal in the Todoroki household.

However, the moment wasn't quite perfect over the looming presence of the head of the family who had yet to show up.

So while Izuku and Natsuo, where the deep into a conversation, Shoto went over and asked his sister, “Where’s Father?”

“Um,” Fuyumi looked to the side, “In his office, I think.”

The way his sister said made Shoto wonder if he should be worried, but he pushed it aside for now.

Finally, dinner was ready, and Fuyumi said,” You guys go ahead and get started eating. I’m going to get Father.”

Shoto nodded, and Natsuo let out an angry groan. As the Fuyumi left the dining room, Izuku looked at Shoto again.

“It’ll be fine,” he whispered, “I won’t let him say anything to you. I promise.”

“I know you won’t,” Izuku whispered back, “I just don’t want you to have to fight with your father for me.”

“I’d fight anyone for you.”

“How romantic,” Izuku whispered, laughing a little.

Soon Fuyumi came back with the number one hero in tow. Enji Todoroki eyed down Izuku but said nothing. Dinner went on fine, Izuku complemented Fuyumi’s cooking, and there was basic dinner talk. Shoto took noted that his father didn’t say anything the whole meal.

When he saw that everyone was almost done eating, he decided it was now or never. He knew that when Natsuo was done eating, he’d get up and leave not wanting to be near their father, and Shoto wanted to rip the band-aid off as quickly as possible with them all here.

Shoto slowly grabbed Izuku’s hand from under the table and looked at him. Izuku nodded. It was time.

“I have something I’d like to tell all of you,” Shoto said, which lead to having everyone's eyes on him. He could feel Izuku’s hand shaking, and the bi-color haired boy gave his boyfriend’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

Here it goes.

“Midoriya and I are dating,” he said, not skipping a beat. It seemed everyone in the room, but the two teens all blinked at the same time. No one said anything for a long time. Fuyumi and Natsuo looked at each other with worried expressions, and it was clear their lack of a response was due to their father’s lack of words.

Shoto looked at his father, whose face was blank. Then after what felt like forever, Enji stood up and said in a neutral tone, “Shoto, come with me for a moment.”

The teen saw both his siblings pale, and the pit of his stomach fell for a second, but he soon shook it off and stood up, letting go of Izuku’s hand as he followed his father to the hallway.

Neither of them said anything as they took the antagonizing walk to the flame hero’s office. Once they were in, the older Todoroki shut the door, and Shoto said, “I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t care if I’m an embarrassment or whatever. I care about Midoriya; I want to be with Midoriay, so I will. I know you’re going to say that this is a fit of rebellion and that I need to stop, but guess what? It’s not, and I won’t. There’s nothing you can say to make me change my mind. I’m gay, and I have an amazing boyfriend, and there’s nothing you can do to change that or stop me, so just fucking deal with, okay? Deal with it.”

“Are you finished?” Enji asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Shoto nodded.

“Good,” Enji said, there was quiet again. Then what can next was almost unreal.

“I have no problem with you dating that boy.”




“You heard me,” his father said.

“What are you playing at?” Shoto asked.

“I’m not playing at anything.”

“So, you have no problem with Midoriya?”

“He’s All Might’s annoying successor, but nothing awful.”

“And there's no issue with me being gay?”

“Should I find one?”

“All right then-”


“There it is,” Shoto said, sighing and looking up at the ceiling.

“I don’t care if you end up marrying that boy, you will surpass him. No excuses. You will surpass him. Do you understand?”

Shoto looked at his father and asked, “Is that it?”



“Good,” the flame hero said, “Go back out with your siblings.”

Shoto didn’t say anything but walked out the door. When he got back to the kitchen, he saw his anxious boyfriend and his very worried siblings.

“Hey,” Izuku said, standing up, “Is everything okay? How’d it go?”

“Did he say something to you?” Natsuo asked, also getting? “Did he say anything? If he did, I swear I’ fricking kil-”

“He’s fine with it,” Shoto said.

“I’m sorry, what?” Natsuo asked.

“He doesn’t care,” Shoto said, looking at his brother.

“Oh,” Fuyumi said, “Well, that’s…”

“Yeah,” Shoto said.

“He doesn’t mind?” Izuku asked.

“No,” Shoto said, “Well, he said I still had to surpass you, but anyone could see that coming.”

“Huh, well, okay then,” Izuku said, as his shoulder finally relaxed.

“Shoto,” Fuyumi said, “I just want you to know that I’m happy for you, and I support you and will be here no matter what.”

“Thanks, Nee-san,” Shoto said.

“And I also support you and all that other stuff, Fuyumi said,” Natsuo said, resting his hand on Shoto’s shoulder.

“Thanks,” Shoto said again.


“Natsuo,” Fuyui warned, as Natsuo’s gaze shifted over to Izuku.

“Midoriya,” he said, “Know I like you a lot, I do. But if you brake my brother's heart.”

“Natsuo,” Fuyumi said.

“The result will not be pretty.”


“What? I’m a big brother, isn’t like my job or something?”

“Oh for the laugh of-”

Shoto and Izuku laughed at the sean in front of them. Fuyumi got them all desert, and they spent the rest of the night talking. Their father didn’t come down again.

When Shoto and Izuku got back to the dorms that night, Izuku said, “That went well,”

“Yeah, it did. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, I think we should be happy with our outcome.”

“Agreed,” Shoto said.

“So,” Izuku said, looking at his feet,” Do you maybe wanna come to my room, and I don’t know, cuddle?”

“I would like that.”

Later the two boys were curled up in Izuku’s bed, talking quietly.

“So,” Shoto said, “I know that I know that you are going to be a great hero one day.”

“Yeah,” Izuku said.

“But know that I am going to give you a run for your money.”

“You better,” Izuku said.

“Okay,” Shoto said,

Izuku went on to say, “I just want you to know if you ever want to talk about your dad or your siblings," he took a breath, "I am here.”

“Not All Might’s secret love child, my thumb.”

“Ah! Why do I love you?!” Izuku cried, covering his face.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Izuku said, turning to face the wall.

Shoto smiled and wrapped his arms around Izuku’s middle, “I love you too.”