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“Soo,” Hinata starts. “Mama told me you were seeing someone. Is this true?” She leaned over the
Hitoshi sighed.
“Hina!” Their mother chastised from the kitchen. It wasn’t a reprimand per say, the older woman had a certain voice she used for that, and since she wasn’t using that voice, Hinata continued.
“Whaaaaaaaat?” She whined, “you can’t tell me my little bro is dating someone and not expect me to ask about this mysterious person. Although I have my doubts that this ‘mystery person’ is even one person, I mean, c’mon! Who wouldn’t want to date you?” Hinata emphasized the ‘wouldn’t’ in her sentence with a low growl. And sometimes, just sometimes, Hitoshi wonders how his sister was older than him.
“Hey!” Hitoshi sighed, taking or giving compliments has never been his strong suit. Come to think of it no one in the Shinsou family was good at taking compliments, guess insecurity runs in the family.
“Oh shuh Hi-chan, you’re a total ladies man-” okay Hinata was the exception to that- “who would pass up the chance to date the angsty boy of U.A.?” Hitoshi groaned into his hands and Hinata giggled her pale violet eyes shining with challenge. She wanted him to retort with something snarky.
“Okay Hinata, cut it out, stop teasing your brother. Don’t you have something to do?” Jamela inquired, dawning a very mischievous grin, and set down a plate of pancakes between her two kids.
“Huh-” she grabbed a pancake, folded it on itself, and took a bite- “what do you mean- oh. OH. My paper! I have to finish that!” She scrambled with another pancake before running to grab her bag.
Jamela, and Hitoshi laughed at her antics. Jamela sighed, she had a distant look in her eyes. “Thanks for spending time with us Hitoshi, it means a lot. With your schooling and the internship with your uncle Shota, we both know you’re busy so I’m glad you were able to find time for us. And I was wondering…” She trailed off into nothing. Her mouth was still open, and moving, but nothing came out.
“What were you wondering Mama?” He asked softly, it wasn’t new that his mom trailed off, or ended a sentence early.
She sighed, “why is asking questions always so difficult” they both snorted- “would you bring your significant other to dinner some time?” It was a sudden question, a quiet question; like Jamela was afraid of the answer. Her son had never been too keen on sharing his school life with her, (or his sister), it was a wonder he was actually sharing now.
“I’ll have to ask him, he’s not too… keen on family gatherings.”
“Ah, I understand.”
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“Will you go to dinner with me and my family?”
“Huh” Shouto looked up from his homework. They were in Shouto’s dorm because Hitoshi asked for help on his English homework, (something Hithoshi is good at, but he just wanted an excuse to spend time together).
“Would you go to dinner with me, my mom, and my sister?” When Shouto sighed quietly, he added quickly “You don’t have to! I know how you feel about- well, well family things, but my mom asked, and I told her that I’d check- mmph-” A hand was put up, and his mouth snapped shut. Shouto chuckled quietly.
“Calm down Kitten,” he said and smiled. “I’ll come with you.”
“A- are you sure?” Hitoshi asked.
Shouto’s smile grew, and he moved from his spot on the floor to next to his boyfriend on the bed. “Yes, I’m sure. I’d love to meet your family. And thanks for thinking about what I want.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Now, what did you really call me here for? Because clearly-” he motioned to the table where Hitoshi’s homework was neatly stacked all complete- “you don’t need my help with your english homework.”
“I just wanted to spend some time with you, and do some things together,” he whispered.
“And do what kind of things?” Shouto hummed, really close to his ear. Hitoshi didn’t need to turn his head to see the suggestive smirk on his boyfriend’s face, he always took moments like this to make a dirty joke.
“I- um.”
Shouto got real close to Hitoshi’s face, “is that a yes or a no?”
It was most certainly not a no. God save Hitoshi and his ass.
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“You nervous?” The two boys were in front of the Shinsou family house, their hands clasped together. It was a small house; two stories, or at least, Shouto thought it was small. It was nothing like his home. Not traditional like his more.. modern.
“I’m not sure.” He breathed and looked at Shouto, who was smiling in confidence.
“Understandable.”
“We should go in before they get worried.”
“Yeah.”
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Mama?”
She opened the door, her eyes widening upon seeing Shouto, and he took a small step back. “Yes Hitoshi- oh. Is this the person you’ve been telling us about?” She must’ve been Hitoshi’s mother, and Shouto could see the resemblance, their hair was that same beautiful lilac color, and they both had eye bags.
“Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto.” She nodded attentive, dark eyes fixed on his hair. Where had she seen that white before?
“Well Todoroki-”
“Shouto, please.”
She smiled, “Well Shouto, I’m Jamela, and it’s very nice to meet you! Why don't you both come in, get some food and drinks, and tell me all about how you two met! Oh, and, take off your shoes please.” She nudged them into the doorway and they shed their shoes. Hitoshi grabbed a pair of purple slippers from the shoe rack, and Shouto muttered’ “I didn’t bring any slippers.”
Hitoshi pulled out a pair of basic grey slippers that were fortunately his size. “Here take these.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, now put them on silly.” They both slipped her slippers on and made their way to the kitchen, which was also connected to the dining room with an island between them. There were a few papers on the table with a small tuft of purple hair peeking over them.
“Hinata!” Hitsohi’s mother cried, “I thought I told you to clean up before we had guests over!”
“Huh?” Hinata looked between her brother, mother, and now stranger. “WAIT THAT WAS TODAY?”
Hitoshi slapped his hand against his face, and Jamela sighed. “Yes Hina, that was today.”
“I’m so sorry Mama,” she giggled and oved to grab her work. “I’ll be right back, I just need to change, and put these away. Then you can introduce me to your boyfriend over there.” She winked and made a small gesture Shouto didn’t understand; but it left his boyfriend a spluttering mess, so it might’ve been bad.
“I’m sorry about her,” Hitoshi sighed.
“Same.”
“Oh no, it’s fine,” Shouto smiled, “my house was never this lively- from what I remember at least.”
Jamela uttered something under her breath, it sounded something along the lines of ‘of course not’. But Shouto didn’t pay her any mind, instead opting to look at the family photos on the wall of the stairs, while Hitoshi and his mom went into the kitchen.
A group of five were there, a lady with fluffy purple hair- that must be Jamela; a little girl holding a smaller boy- Hitoshi and his sister he assumed- and another; and two people he didn’t recognize. A boy with light snowy locks and cerulean eyes and a man with black spikey locks, his eyes were the same color as Hitoshi’s. Shouto could have sworn he’d seen the boy with white hair before, but he couldn't place it. They were all in formal attire, donned with bright smiles, and the shine of teeth.
There were a few more photos. Single pictures. It looked like a timeline. Baby pictures were on one end and more recent photos on the other. He looked at them in order, a family photo every few pictures, and suddenly, the boy with white hair wasn’t present in any photos, and a few pictures later the man with black hair wasn’t in any either.
He traced his finger over a picture of his boyfriend. It looked like a newer photo, his sister was smiling wide while hugging him. He was in a General Studies uniform and Shouto assumed that it was his first day of school. Shouto smiled.
He was pulled out of his viewing by hands wrapping around his waist. “What’chu looking at?”
Shouto put his hand over Hisoshi’s, “just looking at some family photos. These are your family right?”
“No, they're just pictures of random people,” Hitoshi retorted and snickered. Shouto tensed in his grip and looked confused. “Oh right, you’re not great with sarcasm. Yes, those are family pictures..”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He sighed, un-winding his hands from Shouto’s waist. He picked up a picture on the far right, a picture of him as a small child. It also had the white haired boy in it.
“Who is that? If you don’t mind me asking,” he added quickly.
“Yeah it’s fine. Um, this is my brother.” Hitoshi pointed to the picture, the last picture the boy with white hair appears. “Or so I’ve been told. He died- went missing- he went missing ‘bout 10 years ago, right before my Quirk manifested. When my Quirk manifested, I was asking about him.”
“Oh I’m sorry Kitten, didn’t mean to bring up bad memories-”
“No, don’t be sorry. I never knew him like a brother nor a friend, we weren’t that close. He was just always there, and then, he wasn’t. Anyway,” he sighed, rubbing his face “sorry for being a Debbie-downer.”
“It’s okay.”
“Anyway, my sister wants to meet you, so you should come down.”
“I will.”
They made their way back towards the dining room. Jamela was in the kitchen mumbling something, and a girl who looked a few years older than Hitoshi was sitting at the table
“Shouto, this is my sister, Hinata.” He motioned towards the girl, and she smiled.
“Hi!” She said she had a chipper tone completely different from Hitoshi’s. She had pale violet eyes, and hair darker than his boyfriend’s. “I’m Hinata, and you are?”
“I’m Shouto.”
“Nice to meet you Shouto! Now, how did you two meet?” She got out of her chair and made her way around the table. She grabbed Shouto’s face, and stared, muttering quietly. “You look good, little stiff we could fix that though. Prissy, definitely tops. And oh- IS THAT A HICKEY I SEE?”
“Hina!” Hitoshi whines. Hiding his face in his hands and goes to sit at the table.
“Hinata!” Their mom hissed. “What did I tell you?”
“Whaaaa?" She whined. "They should've been prepared for this. If you don't want someone finding out you have to hide it, stupiiiiid."
"Hinata!"
"Right, right, right,-" she removed her hand from Shouto's face, and moved back to her seat- "I just wanted to know who topped." She mutters quietly.
"We switch," Hitoshi muttered in Hinata's ear, low enough so that their mom or Shouto couldn’t hear.
"Omg. So you're not a huge bottom?"
"Fuck no!"
Shouto moved into the kitchen with Jamela to avoid further invasive questions also avoiding further embarrassment.
Jamela had pulled her long purple hair into a low bun, and she was taking a pot and draining the liquid from it.
She turned around and stopped abruptly, "oh- Shouto. Don't do that to me."
"Oh I'm sorry ma'am, didn't mean to scare you."
"It's no problem, anyway, what can I do for you?" She asked, setting the pot back onto the stove top.
"Um nothing to be honest. I just wanted to get away from further embarrassment," he replied.
She giggled softly, "yes, yes. I understand. Hinata can be a bit much, and she tries to make this-" she gestured to the house- "as homely as possible."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't suppose Hitoshi has talked about this, but we moved into this house a little after my husband died; a fresh start, away from all the bad memories." She sighed, staring off. "Hitoshi was very mad about it, he didn't want to leave everything. But my in-laws live in this area, so I wanted them to be around family. Most of our old things are in the attic." She chuckled, "sorry, you probably didn't come back here to hear my woes."
"No, it's alright. We all have our issues, and sometimes we need to talk about them."
She sighed again, "I guess you're right." Jamela tapped her fingers on the counter in quick succession "it's time to eat anyway. Kids! Food is ready!"
The sound of padded footing was heard, and then Hinata and Hitoshi were at the entrance from the kitchen.
"I got here first!"
"Nu-uh, I did!"
"No! I did!"
"Okay okay, calm down and get your food."
"What did you make Mama?"
"I made soba, per the request of Hitoshi.”
Shouto perked up and looked at Hitoshi who smiled.
“There’s some in the fridge too,” Jamela opened the fridge and took out a tupperware full of the chilled soba, and she passed it to Shouto. “Here.”
“Um, thanks.”
They all made their way to the table when they got their food. Shouto put his cold soba into a bowl, and put his favorite toppings on it.
They all made their way back to the table after getting their food. Jamlea sat at the head of the table, Hinata on her let and Hitoshi and Shout on the right. The silence spread between them wasn’t… uncomfortable, just a tad bit awkward. At least that’s what Shouto thinks.
“So, when did you two meet?” Jamela said, trying to break the silence.
“We met when I was trying to wiggle my way into the hero course. Y’know the class and class training I told you about? Yeah. We talked after all that.” Hitoshi explained.
“Oooh, very cool.” Hinata butted in. Feeling left out Shouto thought. Shouto took a long slurp from his soba while they talked, it was such a normal feeling conversation; something that couldn't happen at his house, not with his dad around at least.
“So when did you fall in love?”
“Well, I don’t know. It just kinda happened.”
“Huh, weird.”
“Hey!”
Hinata giggled, “sorry bro, but love is weird. Even you have to admit it. Love isn’t my thing.”
“Understandable, love wasn’t really my thing until I met Hitoshi, and it still isn’t my thing.”
“Yeah, usually I plan everything, which I’m totally okay with, I like being in control I guess.” Hitoshi mutters.
“Kinky-”
“Hinata!”
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“I’m so exhausted,” Hitoshi muttered, grabbing a new pair of sweatpants, and his red hoodie. “Sorry about my sister.”
Shouto was sitting on Hitoshi’s bed, now donned in a purple hoodie and basketball shorts. “It’s fine, Kitten, she was actually quite nice. So was your mom.”
Hitoshi chuckled quietly, “yeah, they’re pretty great aren’t they?”
“It was fun, sitting at that table with you all. It wasn’t.. Awkward.. Or tense. I didn’t know a family could be like that. I liked it.” And Hitoshi smiled, he was glad his boyfriend was comfortable with his family.
“Well I’m glad you like it there, that means we can go for holidays-” he looked at his boyfriend and saw a tired look- “if you’ll be up to that!” he added quickly.
“Sure.”
Hitoshi smiled, “cool beans.” He shot finger guns at him, “anyway, you should go back to your room.”
“Yeah- no.”
“Huh?” Before Hitoshi could turn around there were arms around his waist and he was pulled onto the bed. He struggled in his grip for a few minutes before succumbing to his fate. Shouto’s grip on his waist and chest was strong, there was no way he was getting out of that. “Goodnight ig.”
“Did you just say ‘ig’ instead of I guess Hitoshi?”
“Uhhhh, mayhaps.”
Shouto laughed into Hitoshi’s hair, “goodnight Kitten.”
“Goodnight, my love.”