Father’s Day is a big event in the Yamada-Aizawa-Shinsou household. (Long name, I know. They’re working on it.) This year is bigger than others, mostly because this is the first one in which Shouta and Hizashi are actually fathers. The pair have fostered dozens of children in their years together, but most children are either taken back by their parents or move homes. Now, though, they have an official son, and they (Hizashi more than Shouta) are thrilled.
“You’re way too happy about this,” Hitoshi mumbles.
“Agreed.” Shouta nods.
“WE’RE FATHERS, SHO!” Hizashi cries, hugging his husband tightly.
“Yes, now let go of me.” Shouta tries and fails to escape Hizashi’s gasp.
They both end up tumbling to the floor. “Hizashi you idiot,” Shouta grumbles from the awkward position on the carpet.
Hitoshi snorts. His fathers are basically a mess of limbs. The blonde laughs. “Aw, you love me, Sho!”
“I most certainly do not.”
“Yes you do!”
“I want a divorce.”
“No you don’t,” Hizashi and Hitoshi say at the same time.
Shouta glares at them. “...no I don’t,” he grumbles in a low voice.
“We know,” Hitoshi says, smirking cheekily at his father.
“I’m not old.”
Aizawa’s eye twitches. “Hitoshi, I swear to God-”
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad,” Izuku says, wrapping his arms around Hisashi.
“Thanks, President Bush.” He chuckles. “So, where’s your mother?”
“In here,” Inko calls from the kitchen.
“Midoriya Hisashi you stay out there.”
Even though he can’t see her face, Hisashi can imagine the harsh glare she’s shooting him. “Okay, okay! Sheesh!” Throwing his hands up in surrender, Hisashi spins around on his heel and stiffly walks towards the door. “I can see when I’m not wanted.”
Izuku laughs, rolls his eyes and drags his father to the couch where they stay until Inko comes to tell them dinner’s ready. “Children, time for dinner!” She calls.
“Only Izuku’s a child,” Hisashi replies.
“I stand by what I said.”
“That’s cold, Inko. Really cold.”
“Mm. That’s what your dinner’s going to be if you don’t hurry.”
Izuku’s never seen his father move as fast as he does in that moment. (Hisashi loves Inko’s cooking.) After he accepts the fact that he has very weird parents, Izuku sighs and goes to wash up for dinner.
Dinner is Hisashi’s favourite, tempura and udon. It’s a strange combination, really, but it’s Father’s Day and Hisashi’s having dinner with them, so it was his choice.
“So, Izu, what’ve you been up to?”
Not this again. “Stuff,” he replies, trying to be nonchalant. “Just school and...stuff.”
His mother shoots him a brief warning look before turning to smile at her husband. “Izuku’s been doing very well at Ourdera.”
“Of course he is! My kid’s a genius.” Hisashi beams.
Inko rolls her eyes. “Yes, well, the brain’s aren’t from you.”
Hisashi gasps and puts his hand over his chest. “I take offense at those words!”
The man shakes his head. “Anyway, got any extracurriculars? Any hangouts in Akumi? It’s been a lot safer ever since those vigilantes started prowling around.” Hisashi smiles. “People are a lot friendlier too. I finally met my neighbour yesterday.”
Inko mutters something that sounds like ‘idiot’ under her breath. “Ah, not really,” Izuku replies. “Just training for UA with my friends.”
“What’re you doing?”
He shrugs. “Spar, workout, runs, clearing Dagobah-”
Hisashi crooks an eyebrow. “You’re clearing Dagobah?”
“Uh, yeah. Dagobah Beach.” “The dump?”
“Oh, well, we actually got a real pro-hero to teach us and he thinks we should start with basic community service before we graduate to public service,” Izuku explains.
(Even though they already have, unbeknownst to Aizawa and Hisashi.)
“Well that’s great, Izu.” Hisashi pauses his eating to rustle Izuku’s curls. “I’m rootin’ for you.”
Izuku grins at his father.
He’s got the best dad in the world.
Explosions in his home are not as uncommon as Riku would hope. It’s Father’s Day or something, which isn’t a holiday Riku like to celebrate. Niko’s out with her friends doing God knows what (he really doesn’t want to know) and probably having a good time. With his free time, he plans to sit down and read-enjoy the quiet. It’s an ideal afternoon.
Then he remembers that Mei is home.
…..there goes his silent bliss.
Riku doesn’t realize Mei’s home until the first explosion startles him out of Chapter 5 of Pride and Prejudice. Books topple off of shelves and a vase shatters.
Staring at the mess, Riku sighs, dragging a hand down the side of his face before bookmarking his place and going to find Mei.
“Mei!” He shouts. His voice bounces off the walls, but receives no answer. “Mei!”
As he continues through the house, Riku approaches the door of the downstairs spare room Mei has claimed. The sign has an ominous message: ‘Mei’s Lab: Enter at risk of maiming or death’.
….he’ll have to have a word with her about that.
Riku knocks thrice on the door, calling out for his daughter once more. “Mei!”
There are a few crashes before the door opens, smoke pouring out of the room. “Hi Dad! I’m glad to see you!”
Behind Mei he can see the total state of destruction the ‘lab’ is in. “I’m helping you clean this up, aren’t I?”
Riku sighs again. “Mei-”
“You’re the bestest dad in the world and I really need your help!”
“.....fine. I’ll get the mop from the closet.”
“And the hazardous material disposal!” Mei calls behind her.
Riku spends what would’ve been a peaceful afternoon helping his daughter clean so his wife doesn’t kill them both when she returns.
But all in all, it’s not bad.
It’s just another chapter in the life of Hatsume Riku.
He’ll finish his book later.
Father’s Day hasn’t meant anything to Shiori in years. It still doesn’t. She spends the day like any other; roaming the city for the hell of it. The people are familiar and the city stinks like it always does, but she’s at home in the urban jungle.
At home, but alone.
That’s okay for now.
After all, that’s basically how it’s always been.
Haruko makes a point of calling his father from university today. Akira is grumpy as ever, but Haruko knows he’s glad to hear from him.
Discreetly, Haruko tries to casually ask if his father’s talked to Shiori or vice versa.
“Ah, y’know how it is,” Akira says.
He never answers Haruko’s question.
They talk a little longer before Haruko hangs up. Normally, he’d spend the day with his father, but he’s in Kyoto this semester and Akira lives up near Tokyo. Haruko sighs, scrolling through the contacts on his phone. He pauses on one that he hasn’t called in years before hesitantly dialing the number.
The phone begins ringing, but he’s not sure if he wants the caller to pickup. What would he even say? ‘Hi, I know it’s been like 4 or 5 years since we’ve talked, but how are you? Yeah, sorry I wasn’t there for the funeral, we got the notice late and Dad didn’t know how to face you.’
Haruko’s heart stops at the voice of his sister. Inhaling deeply, he replies, “Hey...Shiori.”