#mha fluff

✦ Shoto never wants to ask for a kiss. He doesn’t want to seem too needy (because he’s very needy). He instead just looks at you with puppy dog eyes and parts his lips, waiting for you.

✦ He absolutely melts if you kiss his scar. If he’s having a rough day he will instantly feel way better if you kiss his scar. To him it means you accept him completely.

✦ Speaking of kissing, when you and him had your first kiss he looked completely calm but he was a nervous WRECK on the inside. He didn’t know what to do with his hands or his face because until that point he hadn’t kissed anyone. It was a bit clumsy at first but still SO sweet. He was extremely gentle with you, cupping your cheeks like you were made of glass, and too afraid to deepen it thinking he would overstep your boundaries. You had to help guide him a little and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly.

✦ You deepened it eventually and his knees went weak. He instantly tilted his head and followed your rhythm.

✦ He had finally pulled back and said “ was that ok?” And he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were still on your lips like he was starving.

✦ After that he became a kiss ADDICT. He knows what you like…

✦ His hand always finds yours in public places. He isn’t really into PDA but this is more of a reflex for him. To make sure you’re safe. He likes to stroke your knuckles too.

✦ One of his love languages is gift giving. Whenever you mention a snack you like or a necklace you thought was pretty he surprises you with it the next day. He likes to surprise you.

✦ He does this adorable thing where he traces your palm for minutes on end. And then he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses it.

✦ He’s very gentlemanly. He walks on the busy side of the street for you and lets you use his quirk to warm up. Little stuff like that.

✦ He really likes to shower with you. Not for lust but just so he can gently wash your hair. Or if he had a particularly rough day and is cut up you gently clean his skin. (He definitely kisses you a few times tho)

✦ He likes staying up late with you doing whatever. When everything is quiet and he gets you all to himself. It feels 10 times more romantic than daytime.

✦ He gets moments of lovesickness. He just gets lost in your eyes

✦ “ you’re amazing…you know that? And…so pretty….mm….and mine…” and he’ll lean his head on your shoulder.

✦ you’re his favorite person in the entire world. It’s not even a question.

Even through your narrowed eyes you scanned his body seeing no wounds or marks that were concerning. He smiled as he watched what your eyes checking him out, “Yeah sweetheart everything’s ok,” he tilts his head to the side a little, “You should be asleep though,” 

“Sleeps just a mindset”

“Stubbornness is too” 

You scoff which earns a breathy laugh from him. He presses a soft quick kiss to your forehead before he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom to change. 

Touya thinks about his patrol earlier as he gets ready for bed. Sliding off his hero uniform, he stands in the shower. The water runs hot as it goes over his body, his hair seeping wet. He holds one hand against the cold tiles, running his other through his snow white hair. His muscles hold tension from the day’s work, his mind running around in circles. From paperwork to patrolling to the marvelous phone call he received from his dad earlier. 

Right that phone call.  

“Hello?” 

“Son.” Endeavors rough voice crackles through the speaker, “Nice speech. It seems the public took a liking to it.” 

Well, that was a relief. In all honesty, Touya went up there completely unprepared. The only thing he thought of was protecting you. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of pride knowing that his dad thought he did good. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he sought for his dad’s approval more than he should. The only person who knows that is the only person he can let himself be vulnerable with: you. 

“Glad you approve,” his tone is sarcastic, but he’s glad his father isn’t ripping his head off or anything like that. 

“I’ll cut to the chase then, you and your girlfriend will be coming over this Friday for dinner,” 

Touya blinks, once, twice, processing the fact that his father asked--no stated dinner plans. 

“Hell no!” Touya was firm and set with his response, “I’m not having you guys scare her off!” 

“Don’t be dramatic, we won’t scare her off,” Endeavor scoffed on the other side of the phone, “We just want to meet the girl that managed to steal the heart of our hot-headed son is all,” 

“You’re disgusting,” 

“You’re being silly, it’s just a dinner what could possibly go wrong,” 

“Better question, what won’t,” 

He then heard murmurs of voices behind Endeavor which is what he presumes the rest of his family. He can imagine Fuyumi and Natsuo huddling over the speaker, his Mom and Shoto on the other end of the couch listening intently. 

“Touya? It’s Mom,” 

He relaxed a little at the sound of his mothers delicate and soft-spoken voice, but still he was not budging one bit.

“Hi Mom,” His tone usually softens when he’s speaking to his mom, she was always patient with him and never yelled at him even when he deserved it. Quite the opposite of how he usually speaks to his dad. They usually meet their tempers eye to eye. 

“Touya, honey why don’t you invite the girl over for dinner,” His mom lightly suggests, “What was her name again?” 

Touya sighs and says your name, his heart fluttering remembering that you’re probably home doing some leisurely activity. Gosh he couldn’t wait to hold you and shower you with kisses. He shakes his hand before he tumbles down a road of fantasyland and focuses back to the conversation at hand, “And the answer is still no,” 

“PLEASE! WE WANNA MEET HER!” He almost jumps hearing his sister’s insistence booming through the speaker loud and clear, but just as quickly as it came the speaker cuts muffled again which what he assumes is Natsuo stealing the phone from Fuyumi, “Fuyumi shush, dude you’re so secretive about your life how come you didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend,” 

“So I could avoid this conversation,” 

“Ah that didn’t go so well when you shamelessly kissed her in public, now did it? Very reckless of you big bro!” 

“You little--”

“Enough!” Endeavor scolds, taking back his phone from Natsuo’s hand. He clears his throat, lowering his voice back down in a respectable manner, the voice Touya knows too well. The one that means Touya had no room to argue and that this dinner was happening no matter how much he protested. “Touya we’ll see you here, Friday at 7:00pm got it?” 

Touya pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing in the nature around him so that he doesn’t lose his temper, “Fine,” he mutters through clenched teeth, “See you then, but I swear the second you start grilling her or making her uncomfortable I won’t hesitate to--” 

“Awwww he’s so protective over her, I never thought I’d see the day my big brother was in love,” Fuyumi interrupts squealing on the other side, enjoying seeing Touya’s usually reserved nature care for someone. 

The tips of Touya’s ears turn pink, he bites his tongue holding back from saying some very colorful words due to the fact that he can imagine his parents right there. “Fuyumi” he practically growls, warning her not to start something. 

The call cuts before Touya starts going off about what a nosy annoying brat she is. He looks down at his phone, his reflection looking back at him through the black screen. He sighs running a hand over his face when he realizes that he has to sprout these new plans onto you. 

Which brings him back to the present, he finished getting ready for bed. Wearing a black shirt that hugs his muscles just right, and grey sweatpants that hung a little low around his waist. He climbs into bed next to you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your back fits against his chest just right, as if you were made to be there. He thinks about how he should tell you the news. 

The thing is he knows you, you’re an anxious people pleaser to put it gently. You hate being a burden to people, even with the smallest things. And he loves that about you but that at the same time he hates it. He wants you to understand that you’re never anything below perfect to him no matter what you do. 

He can already imagine your reaction to hearing that his family wants to meet you, you’re going to spiral in a never ending panic. From wondering what you should wear to whether they’d hate you. And he knows his family would love you, who wouldn’t you’re easy to love. But you’ll stress more and more as the days approach, his goal is to get you to understand he’ll be by your side through it all. And that no matter what happens he’s never leaving you. 

He buries his face against your hair smelling the strawberry coconut shampoo you use, his favorite. He presses a small kiss to the top of your head hesitating a little, “Hey baby, you awake?” He whispers quietly enough he didn’t want to be heard, hoping he wasn’t heard because then he wouldn’t have to ask the question. 

But you, being the observant little being you are, heard and gave a small hum in response. 

“How would you feel about dinner with my family this Friday,” he mutters against your temple, tilting his head watching your expression. There was really no other way to say it but straight. 

Your eyes immediately widen as you fully process what he just asked, the sleep in your body leaving immediately. You immediately turn around in his grip, his hand resting lightly on your waist keeping you close, “Dinner…with your family…this Friday?” You repeat slowly making sure you understand every word. Your breathing comes in a little quick as you start thinking of different scenarios to come. 

Touya smirks watching your flabbergasted expression, he predicted this exactly “That’s what I said yes,” He holds back a laugh as he watches you take in what he dropped on you. 

“You tell me this now!? That’s not enough time!” your voice goes up a couple octaves making Touya laugh involuntarily. You sit up on both your elbows making a mental checklist for yourself, “Should I bring something? I don’t have any clothes, do I wear a sweater? Is your--” 

“Baby, baby,” Touya shushes you up by covering your mouth with the palm of his hand, the smell of his soap, which smelled very masculine and like the forest, filling your senses. “Shut up for a second, yeah? Take a breather.” 

He inhales and exhales guiding you to do the same, he holds himself up on his elbow watching you take a deep breath before speaking again, “They just wanna see the girl who managed to see past all my bullshit,” His voice softens, his eyes full of amusement as he watches you come slightly down from the high of emotions you were on. 

Even with his reassurance you couldn’t calm down though, I mean this is Touya’s family we’re talking about, you’re so in love with him you have to make a good impression. And it doesn’t help that his dad used to be the number one pro hero! That makes it even more intimidating! 

You huff mocking him, “‘Take a breather’ oh please easy for you to say this is your family we’re talking about! What if they think I’m not good enough for you?” You look up at him, a hint of insecurity in your glittery eyes. He takes notice of the way your eyes glisten; he brushes his thumb over the small plump of your bottom lip. 

“Fuck them then,” he says firmly, his smirk never unwavering. Your head snaps towards him with confused, wide eyes making his amusement grow even more. Gosh, you couldn’t even know how gone he is for you. “You’re more than enough for me, I love you just as you are. My family’s opinion doesn’t change that.” 

The way his words hit you is an indescribable feeling. Your chest tightens, your big eyes widening slightly immediately captivates his attention. He kisses your forehead, gently guiding you to lay back down next to him. “We’ll talk more in the morning, ok? For now, just get some sleep princess,”

His eyes drift shut locking away his turquoise irises, his arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer than you were before. Your head rests under his chin, smooshed against his firm hard chest. His smell is the only thing grounding you from the different trains of thought running through your mind. 

The only thing you know about the Todoroki’s is whatever’s on the news and the stories Touya tells you. You wonder what they were like in person though. 

Should I bring them flowers or chocolate? What do I talk about? What questions are they gonna ask me? What if they hate me? 

Your thoughts get interrupted by Touya gently squeezing your waist, his hand moving gently to the small of your back. He rubs his fingers up and down your spine gently, as if he could coax the overthinking out of your head. He presses his lips to the top of your head, his voice warm and quiet, “Baby, I can practically hear you thinking,” his touch lulls you, your eyelids feel heavy. 

“You expect me to sleep when I just found out I’m meeting my boyfriend’s parents on Friday? Today’s Wednesday, by the way, gives me no time to mentally prepare!” You whine, you’re unable to stay still and get comfortable. 

He can sense the anxiety this is giving you and mentally curses himself for not waiting until the morning to tell you. But then you’d be mad he didn’t tell you as early as he could so there was no winning for him to begin with. 

“I can cancel if you really feel uncomfortable,” he combs through the silky strands of your hair with his fingers, “Don’t feel pressured baby, I don’t wanna put you under any pressure.” 

You canceling would save me a lot of trouble, he thinks to himself. 

“No! Absolutely not!” You insisted, looking at him like he was the one insane. As if you didn’t just worry yourself for the past ten minutes. 

He pulls back, enough so he could look at your face with confusion etched all over. His eyebrows scrunch together, he opens his mouth and closes it, “What? Did you say no? Babe you’ve literally been freaking out.” 

You roll your eyes as if he was the incompetent one, “We can’t just cancel on them, they’re gonna think that I’m hiding something or that I don’t want to meet them, which isn’t true I do want to meet them I’m just scared they won’t like me,” The idea of Touya’s family not liking you frightens you more than anything, if they don’t approve of you it feels like you’re not worthy of him. 

Touya sighs and rolls his eyes this time, “You inconsistent worrywat” he pulls your head back against his chest with a muffled “hey” coming from you. “You’re gonna do great, and I’ll be with you every step of the way,” 

“Besides, if we need escape options I’m not above setting the table on fire,” he adds trying to lighten the mood, his eyes darted down watching your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at that, it’s so typical of your boyfriend to light something on fire in your honor. He’s a bit of a pyromanic that way. 

“My hero” 

“Damn straight,” he smiles at your natural sarcasm, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. Both his arms wrap around you, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other snaking around your waist gently holding you. The two of you are silent, the only sounds in the room being the AC and your breathing. 

Today’s events catch up to Touya, his eye movement growing slower and slower. He feels the sleep coming over him. The mixture of warmth from his body heat and the fluff of the blanket make you feel toasty, you shut your eyes for a second. 

What was only just a second turned out to be hours because you woke up to sunlight shining on your face through the window blinds. The early morning light makes you groan into your pillow, rubbing your eyes with one hand, you use your free one to reach to the other side of the bed. 

You're met with an empty side feeling the softness of the bedsheet and not your boyfriend. You turn your head and see the spot where Touya was now vacant. You groan into your hands not wanting to get up, “Touya?” your voice called out, tired and sleepy. 

He doesn’t have patrol or anything today, you push yourself off the bed, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet are met with the cold wood floor, you look at your surroundings: the walls, the door to the main room are all blurry due to the way your eyes haven’t fully opened yet. 

You walk out of the bedroom, your pajamas rumpled from sleep and your hair in a slight frizz. You’re met with the smell of pancakes floating through the air mixed with the sweet smell of strawberries and syrup. 

Touya had woken up before you, he felt bad about sprouting his family dinner on you last night causing you a wave of anxiety to wash over. So, he’s trying to make it up to you in everyone’s favorite love language: breakfast in bed. 

But, of course you had to wake up before he could present you his course. He heard the soft patter of your footsteps and turned around. His expression softened at how adorable you look with a bedhead and a sleepy expression plastered on your face. You walked over to him leaning against his arm, watching as the waffle batter sizzled on a hot pan. He smiles looking down at you, “Hey sweetheart, you sleep okay?” Touya pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head before going back to flipping the pancakes. 

You nod letting a small yawn escape you, “What time did you wake up?” you sighed, closing your eyes against his arm. Your eyes look up at him, admiring the side of his face. Gosh he always had such a great side profile. The sharp side of his jaw, the way his white locks fall over his eyes just barely, pieces of his hair sticking up in different places. His sweatpants hung low around his wait, his shirt doing nothing to conceal the hard muscles that lie underneath. 

He noticed how relaxed you are which was weird considering how much you were freaking out last night. Then it realized that it probably hadn’t hit you yet. 

Touya looks up at the ceiling recalling when he’d waken up, the sun hadn’t risen yet the orange hues were just at the border bleeding through the sky, “Maybe an hour ago,” He scoops the pancake off the pan, delicate placing it on the plate in front of you. 

“Sit down, I’ll bring you them,” He wraps his hand on your hip, turning you around and ushering you to one of the chairs by the table. You let yourself be guided by him letting out a small ‘oof’. Your brain was still a bit of a mush from post-wake up. The sound of the kitchen items clanking together, the stove fire making sharp sounds through the air. 

He places the plate in front of you, the smell of the freshly hot pancakes blessing your sense of smell. You immediately smile, your eyes brightening---you look up at him and he’s already looking down at you admiring your reaction. He sits down next to you with his own plate in front of him. The syrup placed in the middle of you, glasses of orange juice on the side of your plates. Usually, he doesn’t do these grand gestures unless something is up. 

“I was planning on making you breakfast in bed, why’d you have to ruin my plan and wake up you little brat,” he teases, squeezing your cheek between the knuckle of his pointer and thumb. 

You laugh, the sound of your joy filling the air making his chest tighten and a smirk appear on his face. He leans on his elbow, tilting his head and resting his cheek against the palm of his hand. He felt like a high school boy admiring the girl he likes. 

The rise of a faint pink colors your cheeks under the heat of his gaze, “You’re being awfully sweet this morning,” your voice was light and teasing with an undertone of suspicion. You definitely didn’t mind how affectionate he was being yet you can’t help but question it. “Did you do something you weren’t supposed to or…” 

Touya laughs at your suspicious tone, his voice was low and his smirk never wavered, “I can be sweet when I want to be. Although, it seems I have to do it more often if you’re gonna keep questioning me like this,” 

“I wouldn’t mind that,” You didn’t miss a beat, your smile was innocent while his was flirty and dangerous. 

“Hmm no doubt,” he leans forward a little, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. He feels how you melt against him and his lips form a smile against yours. He pulls back slightly, watching your expression through half-lidded eyes. 

He presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose and grabs the syrup pouring the sweet gooeyiness over his pancakes. You do the same grabbing your fork and knife cutting the softness into pieces. The fluffiness melting against your tongue instantly, you smile to yourself in content. Touya always made the best pancakes. 

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the outside world awake now. The sun has fully risen now, people going to work, the sounds of birds chirping clear as day even through the windows. Just as when you thought it would be a peaceful morning, little did you know that that peace would not last forever. 

He watches you for a second, a slightly guilty expression washing over him before bringing up the inevitable, “So,” he puts his fork down, the metal clinking against the plate, he crosses his arms over the table, “About last night,” 

You pause mid-bite, the tips of the fork pressed against your bottom lip. Last night? 

Oh. 

Right.

Dinner. On Friday. 

Your smile falters when you recall last night’s surprise. 

“Right,” you continue chewing the pancake, slower this time. You thought the whole thing had been a dream. But no, reality is you’re meeting his family tomorrow. 

“Dinner with your parents this Friday?” There’s a slight shakiness in your voice giving away your nervousness. He takes your hand gently, as if it’s unreasonable not to give you comfort in some way. 

“They’re intimidating at first I’ll admit, but once you get to know them you’ll see how harmless they are,” he scrunches his nose thinking about how insane his family can be. To outside people, they might think that the Todoroki’s are intimidating and condescending but in reality they’re just people who happen to have powerful quirks, they have their good times and bad. But at this moment he’s trying to lighten it up. 

“I met your parents, how is this any different?” 

“How about because my family isn’t one of the most known in the country?” 

“Details,” he waved you off. It's funny how Touya forgets how well-known his family is, “Finish your pancakes, I can help you relax later if you want,” he winks, catching you off guard for a second. 

You narrow your eyes at his flirty tactics and swat him, “Now is not that time,” you scold although there was no heat behind it. He ruffles your hair in response, messing up your bedhead even more before smoothing out the strands. 

“Do they know anything about me,” you tentatively ask, big wide eyes staring up at him. 

Touya sighs, hesitating before responding. His family didn’t even know you existed till before the media. He doesn’t want you to think 

“They know that I’m protective of you,” he finally says. “Which to them means your worth something,” 

You don’t really know how to react to that, his family is meeting you without knowing anything about you. They don’t have any background knowledge on who is stepping into their home holding their eldest son’s hand. He notices the anxiety etched onto your face and his expression falters for a minute. He truly didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just when it comes to his personal life he tends to keep it to himself and far from his family because he doesn’t want them to ruin something good--especially his father. 

“Listen,” he starts, tilting his head to catch your eyes and make sure you’re listening to him. “I didn’t tell them because I’m embarrassed of you or anything like that--far from it actually. I just…” he trails off, his eyes darting to the side figuring out the best way to explain it. 

“I just didn’t want them to ruin something…good,” he finally says, “I didn’t want them to have a say in what I do for once,” From the times he had shown you a little bit of vulnerability, you knew he had a tendency to tend to his family’s wishes. You sympathize at the thought, putting a hand over his lightly. No matter how much of a rebellious persona he puts on, deep down he does care and doesn’t want to be a disappointment.

You press a light kiss to his cheek, lingering longer than you should. One that’s supposed to reassure him as if saying you love him for him. 

When you pull back you offer him a smile, one that always makes his heart beat faster. He brings his finger up to the corner of your smile pressing into it as if he could keep it there forever. It’s practically embedded into his brain now. 

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” No matter how many times he compliments you, you’ll get caught off guard every time. And it’s amusing to him every time. 

“Shut up” that pulls a chuckle out of him, the warmth of his hand leaves your face cold when he lets you finish your breakfast.

“I have to go shopping,” you declare breaking whatever silence was lingering, you give him a look, “And you’re coming with,” 

He smiles because he knew he was going with you no matter what you say, “Yes ma’am,” 

You spent the rest of the day buying things in order to prepare for tomorrow. Touya, just like he promised, was by your side through it all. Through buying new clothes, deciding between flowers and chocolates (you ended up choosing chocolates because Touya revealed Fuyumi and Natsuo’s love for sweets). 

Now Touya is driving you both back home, the sun is hiding back under the horizon. Traffic is slow today, the drive calm despite the tension lingering underneath. 

“Don’t tell me you're still freaking out,” Touya breaks the silence, his eyes never leaving the road. One hand was on the wheel, the other gently resting on your thigh giving it a slight squeeze when he noticed the tension. 

“You’re gonna worry yourself to death babe,” He couldn’t help but let out a snicker. 

“I’ll stop worrying when it’s Saturday,” 

“You’re gonna lose your hair stressing yourself,” 

“Wait what?”

He lets out an unfiltered laugh at the way you paused. He can feel your eyes boring into the side of his head, “It’s true, the more you stress yourself the faster you lose your hair,” he absolutely loses it when he sees you clutching your hair immediately. 

He couldn’t help but tease you a bit, it was so funny seeing how flustered you get. “Where’d you read that?” You were astonished by this not so fun fact considering you tend to overthink the smallest things a lot. 

It was funny to Touya considering how you were more composed when you two were leaked to the public then meeting his parents. 

“Doesn’t matter, what matters is for you to get out of your head,” he says, tapping a finger to your forehead.

He smirks an idea popping into his head, “And if you can’t, I can always help you out with that,” his voice drops down to a seductive, sultry tone making your body heat up. As much as you’d love to give into his flirty antics…and help him relive you. You wouldn’t be able to think straight knowing that you’re meeting his parents tomorrow. 

Maybe later though…

The time had finally come, you were standing outside of his old house. Touya had already knocked on the door so the two of you were just standing next to each other waiting. You were wearing a dark blue sweater with light blue jeans that complimented your beautiful eyes. Your hair was down, the front two strands being pulled together by a bow. Touya was in a black button down shirt and jeans, his hand was around your hip, thumb rubbing circles against the fabric grounding you. 

You were holding your breath waiting for the door to inevitably open, he smirked giving you a side eye. “Breath sweetheart, don’t want you passing out before the door even opens,” he whispered to you. 

Despite his composed front, he couldn’t help the nerves that started to rise up. He checks his watch as a nervous tick, it reads 7:00 meaning you guys were right on time. He told himself he didn’t care about his family’s approval or anything, this was just a formality. It’s still true, he loves you to the moon and back but the thought of his family not liking you stung him more than he’d like to admit. 

You inhale and exhale, the time for the door to open feels like millions of years have gone by. It’s hard to tell whether you would rather they open the door or not. But alas the door opens with more force than intended by a very tall figure.

Enji Todoroki. 

His broad shoulders, rigid posture, spiky red hair and a scar that runs on one side of his face from his hair to past his eye. He wasn’t scowling but he wasn’t smiling either which made your heart beat faster. 

His gaze landed on Touya first. It lingered, heavy and unreadable, before shifting to you. 

For a moment, the silence stretched. 

Then--

“...You’re here,” was all he said. 

Not welcoming, but not unkind either. Just…acknowleding. Which made you want to run even faster. 

Touya clicked his tongue. “Yeah, that tends to happen when you invite people.” 

Enji shot a quick glare at his son for sarcasm before moving aside, “...Come in.” 

So ominous. 

The inside of the house was warmer than you expected--not just temperature, but feeling. Polished wood floors gleamed under soft lighting, the faint scent of simmering food drifting from deeper inside. It felt lived in, despite the tension that clung to it. 

You barely had a second to take it in before--

“Oh!” 

Soft footsteps approached quickly.A woman appeared from around the corner, her cheeks puffed out from how big she was smiling, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw you. 

You recognized the girl from some of the family photos you saw on Touya’s phone. 

Fuyumi. 

The way she didn’t hesitate had your nerves easing just a bit. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, her voice warm that reminded you of chocolate chip cookies for some reason. She reached out, gently taking your hands in hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m Fuyumi.” 

Her grip was soft, reassuring--not overwhelming, just…grounding. 

“It’s really nice to meet you,” you said, meaning it. 

“I was worried Touya would say something and scare you off before tonight.” 

“Hey--” 

You laugh at that, she tilts her head observing you but not in a way that makes you feel suffocated, “You look like someone who wouldn’t leave that easily,” she added, ignoring him completely. 

You blinked. “...I hope that’s a good thing.” 

She nods fast, “It is.” 

You looked past her shoulder where a quieter presence lingered. Which is when you saw a kid with half white and half red hair, standing near the hallways. Posture straight but relaxed, watching attentively. You could tell he was trying to get a feel for you. 

“...Hi,” he finally said, his voice didn’t waiver, and you could tell he definitely wasn’t shy, just quiet. 

“Hi,” you said back offering a warm smile. 

Touya stepped up ruffling the kids hair, “Don’t mind Shoto, it takes a bit for him to get used to people, then he’ll yap your ear off,” 

He looked at Touya with an unreadable expression, “I just didn’t think she was real,” 

“Why the hell wouldn’t she be real?” 

“I didn’t think you could talk to girls--” Touya cut him off with a small slap to the back of his head. Not enough to hurt, but enough to shut him up. He let out a small “ow” in return. 

“Yeah that’s enough out of you,” he scoffed but before he could straighten up another voice cut in. 

“Wow” This one was more casual. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed looking you up and down. 

Natsuo. 

He tilted his head slightly, studying you with a mix of curiosity and disbelief, “You’re actually real,” he said, one corner of his mouth lifting a bit. 

Touya groaned immediately. “Not you too,” 

“I didn’t say anything,” Natsuo laughed, pushing himself off the wall. He walked a little closer, not invading your space, but definitely looking at you. “I just didn’t think he’d actually bring someone home.” 

“That makes two of us,” you muttered without thinking. Your eyes widened slightly as the pause lingered. 

Then his mouth twitched and he let out a short laugh. 

“...Alright,” he said, still snickering despite Touya’s scowl towards him. “That was a good answer.” 

“Dinner’s ready.” 

You hadn’t even noticed her before. Seated at the table already, hands folded neatly, was a woman with soft grey eyes and a quiet presence that somehow filled the room more gently than anyone else. 

Rei. 

The food was already laid out, the house engulfed in the delicious smell. She looked up as you approached and she smiled. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t forced but the way her eyes softened when she saw you was a better reaction than anything else. 

She stood up and greeted you, “You must be Touya’s girlfriend,” she said gently. 

Your chest tightened a little at the tone alone. “Yes, ma’am--” 

“Rei is fine,” she said softly. 

“...Rei,” you corrected, a little shy now. “It’s really nice to meet you.” 

“I’m glad you came,” she said. 

And by how soft her tone was and the way her soft eyes were looking at you, you believed her completely. 

The table was set with careful precision. Plates aligned perfectly, chopsticks placed just right, the glasses catching the light. It felt less like a casual dinner and more like something that mattered.

Well to you this definitely did. 

Touya pulled your chair out and you paused looking at him. He avoided your eyes, “...Sit.” 

You smile a little as you take a seat, “You’re full of surprises tonight.” he pushed your chair while smiling a little. 

“Yeah well I don’t want my family to think I’m a complete dick to my girlfriend,” he teases, “Don’t get used to it,” 

Fuyumi took the seat beside Rei, immediately reaching to serve food. Natsuo dropped into his chair with a small sigh, stretching his arms before settling. Shoto sat across from you, posture straight, hands resting neatly. Enji sat at the head of the table, obviously. 

And Touya was sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed, which helped remind you that he was by your side no matter what. Whether things went south or not which he was anticipating in the back of his mind. 

For a moment, no one spoke, just the sound of the soft clink of dishes and the sound of people eating. 

“So,” Fuyumi started, as she settled in her seat, she looked at you with pure interest, “what do you like to do?” 

The question was simple but the way she asked it made it feel like she genuinely wanted to know. You answered, a little tentative at first, then more naturally as she listened, nodding along, asking follow-ups that made the conversation feel…normal. 

Rei joined in gently, asking quieter, more thoughtful ones. Shoto added small comments here and there which were precise but sincere, that made you smile. 

Natsuo leaned back, occasionally jumping in, “So you deal with him voluntarily?” he asked at one point, nodding toward Touya. 

Touya kicked his leg under the table which got him a glare from his father but Touya being Touya didn’t waiver, “Shut up,” 

You laughed softly. “It’s a challenge.” 

At some point during that moment, you realized Enji didn’t say anything which made you start to go into a mental spiral of whether your answers weren’t good enough. 

“You understand the attention this brings,” was the first thing he actually said that was directed to you. The air shifted immediately and you straightened up without thinking. 

His gaze was steady and heavy, “Touya’s speech was good for now but it won’t last long,” 

You felt Touya shift beside you moving closer. 

“The public scrutiny. The expectations. The consequences. Are you ready to deal with what comes with dating a pro hero,” 

You nod confident, “I am,” 

“Why?” 

The question was quick, Enji didn’t miss a beat especially when it came to his family. 

You hesitated for half a second and then reached under the table, your fingers brushing his. His pinky curled around yours, giving you a slight squeeze of reassurance. Even though the contact is small it gives you the same I love you, that’s all that matters.  “I’m not with the public, I’m with him. His opinion is all that matters to me,” your answer was short but it meant everything to Touya. 

For a moment, the room fell silent. Touya felt your pinky still hooked around his beneath the table, your hand warmer than before. His thumb brushed lightly against yours, the smallest gesture only you could feel. 

Enji studied you for several long seconds. 

“...I see.” 

His voice remained as unreadable as ever, but the intensity behind his gaze eased just enough. “You understand what you’re choosing,” he said. “That’s enough.” 

The knot that had been sitting in your chest since you walked through the front door loosened. Beside you, Touya let out a quiet breath through his nose. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding it. 

Fuyumi clapped her hands together once, grinning. “Okay! That’s enough serious talk for one night.” She reached across the table toward the serving dishes. “Who wants dessert?” 

“Finally,” Natsuo sighed dramatically. “Dad was starting to sound like he was conducting a job interview.” 

“I was asking reasonable questions,” Enji replied through gritted teeth. 

“You were interrogating her.” 

“I was not.” 

“You absolutely were.” Touya snorted, lifting his glass to his lips. “She’s still here by the way,” You couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

Rei smiled softly as she stood, carrying a few empty plates toward the kitchen. 

“I made red velvet cake,” she said. “Touya used to steal pieces before dinner when he was little.” 

Touya nearly choked, “Mom.” 

Fuyumi gasped dramatically, whipping her head towards Touya, “I KNEW IT!” 

He shrugged meeting her glare, “I was hungry,” 

“You ate half the cake once!” Natsuo pointed accusingly. 

“It wasn’t half.” 

“It was definitely half.” 

“I was a growing kid.” 

“You were sixteen.” 

“I was still growing.” 

“...He still steals food.” Shoto quietly added. 

“I do not.” 

“You took one of my soba bowls the other day.” 

Touya waves his hand towards him, “I was taste-testing.”

“The entire bowl?” 

Touya rubbed a hand over his face leaning towards you, “Why’d I bring you here again?” 

That brought a laugh out of you--a real one. Because surprisingly, you found yourself comfortable here. The nervousness that had followed you all week slowly melted away, replaced by something warmer. 

You caught Rei watching everyone with the softest smile. When your eyes met, she smiled at you too. It felt…welcoming. 

Dinner lingered well past sunset. Conversations drifted from funny childhood stories to favorite foods, embarrassing memories and Fuyumi insisting on showing you every family photo album she could find (behind Touya’s back of course). 

By the time the dishes had been washed and the laughter finally settled, the house felt far less intimidating than it had only a few hours earlier. 

Deep into the evening, Touya steps outside onto his backyard, the grass had been recently mowed thankfully so the stems weren’t itching his ankles. The air was warm with a slight breeze to it as the night was approaching minute by minute. 

The evening's events replay in his head, he chuckles to himself thinking about how worried you were at first. Thinking his family wouldn’t like you or some nonsense like that, turns out you fit right in. 

He hears the back door open softly making him turn his head only to see you awkwardly lurking, he lets out a breathy laugh holding his hand out to you as a gesture for you to join him. “Hi baby, is it just you?” 

You nod, walking over and taking his hand letting him drag you closer to him. He settles you in front of him, your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder breathing in your scent. The warmth of his breath hits your neck making you feel tingly inside. 

He looks up at your relaxed expression, contrasting your tense one from earlier. He rubs your sides with his hands, “My family didn’t scare you off, did they?” 

You immediately shake your head, “No, no nothing like that,” you laugh, “They surprised me actually,” 

He snickers, “Yeah? How so?” 

“I didn’t expect them to be so…” you trail off looking for the right words. “So accepting I guess? I thought I’d have to pass some written test to be able to step into the house,” He laughs at the insanity of that, the sound against your ear makes you smile bigger. “I’m serious! Just the front of the house was insanely intimidating!”

He comes back down from his laughing, catching his breath “Should’ve trusted me when I told you there was nothing to worry about,” he presses a kiss to your cheek “And you did great by the way,” 

He means it with all his heart too, the feeling he felt when watching you interact with his family like how you did was something nothing and no one else could recreate it. He knew that you were the one for him, but in that moment it truly sank in that he wanted nothing more than to be by your side forever. 

“Did you used to come out here a lot?” You ask, curious about what his childhood was like. He never talks about it much, it consists mainly of training and a little bit of resentment. “It’s really pretty,” 

The question threw him off guard, he was too busy thinking about how perfect you are here in his old house being held in his arms. “Yeah, just to think or secretly smoke,” he mutters thinking about how despite his loudmouthed nature, he finds comfort in the quiet. It gives him a break from everything. 

You give a breathy laugh at that, imagining a rebellious teenage Touya absolutely done with everything taking a smoke break. “Yeah I can imagine that,” 

He scrunches his eyebrows, giving your waist a slight squeeze, "What's that supposed to mean?” He's not offended, just mildly confused which makes you giggle. 

“I can imagine you being all ‘cliche rebellious teenager’, yet I think it’s cute how you look at the sky in your free time,” 

He scoffs, the tips of his ears turning pink, “Yeah, yeah laugh it up. Don’t expect me to start spouting shit about stars or something,” he mutters against the side of your head making you laugh a little harder. 

“Speaking of childhood, your mom showed me the family album,” You bite your tongue holding back a laugh when you feel Touya tense up behind you. 

Baby photos. Oh hell no. 

“You were such a cute kid!” You squeal, gushing over all the baby photos you saw. When he was born, one of him was fed by his mom, another of him riding a bike, taking a bath, playing with his siblings but your favorite definitely had to be… 

“My favorite was the one of you eating soba,” you chuckled as you thought of the photo. Little baby Touya with soba shoved in his mouth, the sauce coating his cute chubby cheeks. “You really were a soba addict from day one huh?” 

“It’s undeniably the best,” he pressed his lips against your shoulder making his words muffled. He was half hiding himself out of embarrassment, which made you laugh some more. 

You take your pointer finger and gently boop his nose, “Aww poor you, don't be so embarrassed,” you continue teasing him, the blush spread down to his cheeks. This was one of the rare times when Touya was the one getting flustered and not you. 

He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, yeah keep laughing I dare you.” 

“I will.” 

“You’re awfully brave for someone standing in my arms.” 

“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do while we’re outside your parents place?”

He lets out a low chuckle, “Oh sweetheart, it’s cute that you think I care,” his mouth brushes your ear, “...you really wanna find out? I’d be more than happy to show you,” you can feel his sultry smile against your ear. 

You giggle, pink dusting your cheeks. “You looked adorable.” 

He rolls his eyes, “I looked ridiculous.” 

“You looked adorable!” 

“You still have those pictures memorized?” 

“Every single one.” A victorious smile takes over your face as he groans dramatically, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder. 

“Traitor.” 

“Your own mother showed me.” 

“She betrayed me.” 

“She loves you.” 

He clicked his tongue, “Don’t encourage her.”

“On the contrary, I might have her forward those photos to me,” You tease. 

His smirk turned wicked, voice deepened making you get this warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach “Oh yeah?” He starts to peck kisses to the side of your neck, whilst tickling your sides making your laugh boom across the air. 

“Wait! Mercy--mercy!” you breathe in between laughs as he continues to tickle you, he laughs at the sound of your joy. 

“Hell no, you started this!” 

From the inside, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto have their faces pressed against the window watching the scene from inside the house. Endeavor and Rei cleaning up the kitchen, discussing with each other. 

“I’ve never seen this side of him,” Natsuo admires the way Touya cares for you, how he’s the one putting that huge smile on your face, how you’re bringing out a different side of him. “She really is different,” 

“I know!” Fuyumi squeals, her cheeks hurting from how big she’s smiling, “It’s like he’s a whole new person,” 

Shoto watches the scene, the corner of his lips turning up at his siblings' commentary and how playful Touya is being. He also knows that if Touya did catch them peeping, he’d beat all of their asses. 

“Do you think we should be stalking like this? It feels like intruding,” he quietly comments looking at his siblings. 

“Shhhh” Fuyumi and Natsuo simultaneously shut him up. 

Rei laughs at her children’s antics, Endeavor grunts in response. “She’s a sweet girl,” Rei states whilst washing the dishes, the soap suds clinging onto her hands. 

“Hmph, still can’t believe he hid it from us though,” Endeavor mumbles offendedly, he wants to be more involved in his son's life, “We had to find out through the damn media,” 

Rei sighs, she can’t but also feels a little disappointed by their son's secrecy. He’s the eldest, their firstborn. “He’s always been to himself, never truly let any of us in. But, with her he’s different. I can tell. He feels comfortable showing her all sides of him,” Rei smiles thinking about how protective he was over you earlier, how his eyes never left you making sure you were okay. 

Endeavor notices Rei’s soft expression, making him relax as well. “I see.” is all he says. He seems to also take a liking to your sweet, understanding nature. How you were able to cool Touya off with just a simple touch. He knows you’re exactly what his son needs. Someone understanding and kind. 

Touya had a rough childhood, and Endeavor definitely didn’t help with that. Touya inherited Endeavor’s stubbornness and would always push himself to be the best. He never let himself get too close to anyone, thinking that they would distract him from his long-term goal. The fact that you were able to push past his walls tells him there’s something about you that’s worth approving. 

“I hope they get married!” Fuyumi squeals from down the hall, it’s clear as day his siblings like you, especially Fuyumi. Natsuo lightly smacks the back of her head, “Hey!” 

“Cool it, it’ll happen when it happens,” But Natsuo can’t help but hope for the same thing. 

Oblivious to the commentary inside, you’re still laughing trying to escape Touya’s tickling frenzy. Touya holds you close, not letting you squirm. The night time air has gotten colder, but neither of you notice. Even if you did, Touya’s heat can keep the two of you warm.

“When we get home I have a surprise for you,” his lips were pressed to your ear, his tone dark and suggestive as if it’s a secret only between the two of you. 

Yeah, family dinner wasn’t too bad. 

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