#lol basically

Inko had been cutting vegetables in the kitchen when Hisashi walked in with what could only be described as a dazed and confused expression on his face. As if a fist had come out of nowhere and punched him in the stomach.

Inko set aside the bell pepper for tonight’s curry and turned to check on her husband, who now sat slumped on a kitchen stool.

“Something wrong, dear?” she asked. Hisashi had seemed happy to be back from his latest business trip only a few hours ago.

Hisashi’s head was resting on the back of his hand. In that pose, he reminded her of that statute, The Thinker, that she’d seen flipping through a history textbook, once. Though he had considerably more clothes on.

He raised his head and stared at her, as if the answer should be obvious. “Have you not seen our son’s new bedroom décor?” he asked.

Understanding dawned on her then and Inko went over and patted her husband on the shoulder. She supposed every father in Japan, and perhaps the rest of Asia, had to come to grips with the fact that no matter who they were or what they did for a living, they’d never be as cool as All Might in their child’s eyes. It must have been an especially hard blow for Hisashi though, who was used to Izuku looking at him as if he hung the moon and the stars and the planet Earth revolved around him, rather than the sun.

“Don’t worry, Izuku still loves you more,” Inko reassured him, as she rubbed comforting circles into his back. There were a lot more knots there than usual, she noticed.

Despite himself, Hisashi’s lips twitched upwards in the brief flicker of a smile. “Oh, I’m not worried about that, dear. Izuku’s just going through a phrase, like all the other kids his age are. Though what the public finds so captivating about that man, I’ll simply never know,” he muttered that last part under his breath.

Inko paused in her ministrations, just for a moment. It wasn’t the first-time her husband had expressed a distaste for Japan’s number one hero. But it was always jarring whenever it did come up, like the one discordant note stuck in an otherwise harmonious melody.

But perhaps her husband knew something she didn’t. 

“And, of course, dear—” he added, interrupting her thoughts. He placed a hand atop of hers and laced their fingers together. “—I’ll always be your number one, won’t I?”

“Of course,” she answered, giggling like a schoolgirl. She’d long outgrown her hero fever. And the idea that she’d what? Leave Hisashi for All Might? Was simply too ludicrous to consider with a straight face. Even if All Might did come knocking on her door one day with chocolate and flowers in hand to ask her out on a date, Hisashi was still the one she loved, long business trips notwithstanding.

“Number one on my heart’s chart,” she said, the cheesy line worth it just to see her husband stop moping and crack a genuine smile.