Raise You like a Phoenix

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Seeing his mother cry had often stirred up similar questions inside of Shouto. He knew now that her tears weren’t always sad ones, but his son wasn’t quite old enough to understand that. 「 That’s not it at all. Grandma absolutely loved your picture—I promise, 」 Shouto assured him. 

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That would certainly explain his daughter’s fright. Like she had said, this wasn’t the first time that she had experienced something of this nature. Children had such trouble controlling their Quirks most of the time, and she was no exception. This didn’t frustrate Shouto, though. More than anything, it made his heart ache: he didn’t want his little one to have such awful dreams…not to mention the individual who had originally had the dream.

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Mismatched eyes look up from their child and towards his husband, brow furrowing ever so slightly. The fact that he was the one being asked instead of their other father was proof that the other hadn’t answered the question when he had originally been asked. Now, the question had been dropped into Shouto’s lap. Thank you, honey. 

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Shouto was always a light sleeper, but when you’re a parent, you tend to wake even easier than before. Yawning, he slides out of bed and shuffles to the door. Upon opening it, he looks down to spot his daughter, looking horribly anxious. Had she suffered a nightmare? Maybe she’d seen some shadows moving around and mistook them for monsters. 

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There were a lot of reasons that Shouto had kept his mouth shut, but keeping his boyfriend from freaking out was a good portion of the why. Despite his best efforts, here he was: in his dorm room, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as Hitoshi practically interrogated him.

「 It’s only been a day or two. 」 He wasn’t lying, either. At this point, he had no reason to. 「 That’s pretty mild, actually, 」 he said, gesturing to the thermometer in his boyfriend’s hand, which read a whopping 43°C. Shouto wasn’t sure as to whether or not Hitoshi would actually believe him on this: fevers like that would land any normal person – or at least any normal person whose Quirk wasn’t half heat-based – in the hospital. 

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It was obvious even to Shinsou that he was not going to make it to his room without help. He was pretty sure even with help he’d have a hard time not passing out or falling over due to the dizziness he was experiencing. Unfortunately for both him and Todoroki, Shinsou was too stubborn to just let it go and accept help. He’d already insisted that he was fine to go on his own and so he was going to keep insisting that. Though, he fully understood that he was fighting a losing battle. It wasn’t like he could fend the other off like this. 

“Shouto.” Shinsou parroted back the sternness of his voice while also mimicking his voice. “I’ll be okay. Really. I can make a less than five minute walk back to my room just fine.” Granted, with the way he was swaying slightly it would definitely take longer than five minutes unless he really wanted to pass out flat on his face. It was a good thing Shinsou could gracefully and thoughtfully accept defeat. “I don’t need a babysitter just to walk back to my room.” 

It was a little funny to Shinsou though. He truly appreciated his boyfriend’s concern for his health. There had never been anyone looking out for him like that before, but there was Todoroki, available to help him even when he was being stubborn and annoying. Maybe it was the fever or the lack of sleep making him delirious, but either way, Shinsou smiled suddenly. “You’re a good boyfriend.” 

Well, if nothing else, Hitoshi was healthy enough to mock him. How much that actually meant was up for debate, but if he wasn’t capable of being snarky, then Shouto would be even more concerned. Even though the two of them were close, things such as sarcasm and teasing were simply a part of Hitoshi’s personality. That would never change, or at least Shouto could assume so. 

Perhaps it was for that reason that the compliment that he was suddenly offered caught Shouto by surprise. He had to take a couple of seconds to process it. How long had the two of them been together now? It didn’t matter: he would probably be awkward like this forever. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t like this sort of thing, though. Granted, he’d rather it wasn’t spurred on by delirium, but—