sing it for the world!

“father’s day is the one day a year dads can dress as slutty as they want and no other dads can say anything about it--” hizashi, no.

“sometimes life puts you in difficult circumstances you didn't choose, but being happy or unhappy is a choice you make, and i've chosen to make the best of things that i can.”

“it’s MY panic attack, i get to choose the soundtrack!” look, earth, wind, and fire calms him down. that’s just the way it be.

“is it wrong to have the kids write highly specific star wars fanfiction for class because i ran out of fics in the ao3 tag i was in or--?”

“my husband is a BITCH and i like him! i like him SO MUCH!” 

“toss a coin to your hunter, oh valley of plenty, oh valley of plenty--” sho was totally going to kill him for being on this shit again.

“who needs fanfic when you live the omegaverse every few months--” he’s going to be killed in his sleep, make sure they play all star at his funeral.

“you are not a jedi master,” shota’s voice was exasperated, but his gaze was fond. hizashi could easily cute his way out of this one. what fucking gay ass nerds.

“he’s the hero we deserve, just not the hero we need right now--” hizashi please stop. but he’s amused, pleased with himself.

thank god, finally a worthy opponent! well, aside from shota, but shota was a goddamn jedi master, okay? hizashi laughed, especially at the exasperated sigh from shota but he could feel the man watching with amusement. “you’re pretty good, kid!”

“no idea! but i like to imagine it’s a zelda situation where there’s just an old dude that says ‘it’s dangerous to go alone, take this’ and yeets you some weed.” hizashi what the actual fuck.

thank god, he had a feeling that would either be hit or miss. an arm was thrown around the kid’s shoulder in a half hug, laughing with him. “that was a close one!”

“no little german boy! don’t go into the weed cave!”

there was a very annoyed ‘god fucking dammit, hizashi’ coming from shota, but that was just part of the daily vocabulary at this point. “yeah! i’m gay and queerphobic, we exist.” he really, really needed to tone it down. he was at a 13 and needed to be at a 5. but he found a goddamn lightsaber, okay? several, actually. “come on, you just gonna go down like that?” and one was offered to the kid. someone had to be the fun dad around here.

guess who’s back from the toy store with eri. and guess who the fuck bought himself something. “I’M A JEDI AGAIN--” (there was a screech of ‘NO!’ from shota across the dorm) but it’s a replica of anakin’s too so, you know. there’s a whack-- not a very hard one-- but he still gets katsuki with the flimsy plastic and laughs. okay, maybe working three jobs was getting to him because he’s just cackling.

“i love my enderman husband so fucking much--” sir, you’re supposed to be teaching a class right now.

“being harassed by your sleep paralysis demon? weak. i annoyed my way into mine’s heart. we’re married with children. we are not the same.”