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“I have a pretty big family.” Izuku had told him once.
Hitoshi, admittedly, hadn’t thought much of it. Okay, so his boyfriend has a lot of relatives, no big deal. That’s fine. He was actually happy, in fact, knowing that Izuku had so many people to love and support him. Heaven knows he deserves it.
Turns out that Hitoshi misunderstood what Izuku meant completely.
“You have three dads?!” He harshly whispers to the greenette. The man Izuku called papa, which Hitoshi knows is actually Underground Pro Hero Eraserhead, had opened the door for someone a few minutes after Hitoshi and Izuku themselves had arrived. They’d been engaged in a very enthusiastic conversation about cats with Izuku’s “pops”, Hizashi Yamada (who he’s pretty sure is actually Limelight Hero Present Mic), when someone knocked on the door. Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, had gotten up to answer it.
He came back with a tall man that, quite honestly, scared the absolute shit out of Hitoshi.
He’d whispered a brief inquiry to who this scary man is, and the answer is what left Hitoshi so baffled.
“He’s my dad!”
Can anyone blame him for blue screening?
That leaves him where they are now
“Yes?” Izuku responds with confusion.
“Izuku, you have three dads, that’s not normal,” He almost desperately says, trying to get his boyfriend to see reason. Because just looking at the way Aizawa and this man were standing near each other let him know that they didn’t get along, so the chances of Aizawa, Yamada, and this man being in a poly relationship were very low. Even though the man is smiling, it doesn’t look friendly at all.
“I never said it was?” Izuku’s brows furrow.
Hitoshi sighs, feeling his will to live slipping from his grasp.
“What’s even the situation here?” He asks instead, unsure whether he actually wants the answer.
“Dad’s my biological father, Papa and Pops are my adopted ones,” Izuku says, like it clears up everything. First of all, how the hell do you have adopted parents and a biological parent in the same picture?
But also...
That is Izuku’s biological father?
Yes, some resemblance is there. Both have freckles, messy curls, and even their smiles look similar.
But the similarities end there and they’re overshadowed by literally everything else.
For starters, while their smiles look similar, Izuku’s smile is all friendly. This man’s smile tells a story of gore. It lets Hitoshi know that if he so much as breathes incorrectly, he’ll be found dead on the street later with half his organs gone, having been sold on the black market.
Izuku’s eyes are wide and round, and his cheeks are full of baby fat. This man’s features can only be described as sharp, like simply making eye contact will cut someone. His cheekbones stand out, not in an unhealthy way, but definitely a large opposition to Izuku’s face shape.
Izuku has always been on the short scale in height, his father is a skyscraper in comparison. His curls are a deathly white whereas Izuku’s are the forest shade of green that Hitoshi has associated with comfort. Not to mention, Izuku’s eyes are a beautiful viridian, his dad’s are a venomous crimson that almost look like they’re glowing.
End thoughts?
Izuku’s biological dad looks like the embodiment of death and Izuku looks like a tiny, squishy marshmallow in comparison.
Hitoshi accidentally makes eye contact with him, and freezes.
“You must be Shinsou!” The man grins, all teeth. Before Hitoshi can respond, he’s standing right in front of him, grasping one of his hands between both his larger ones. “I’ve heard so much about you, all good things, I promise.”
“Y- yeah?” Hitoshi manages to weakly whimper back, voice just shy of trembling.
“My name is Hisashi Midoriya, but please, just call me Hisashi!”
There’s no way he’s doing that, absolutely not.
“Leave him alone, Midoriya,” Aizawa grunts, walking past the towering man to sit back next to Yamada. “You look like you’re seconds from choking the soul out of him.”
“I’m simply greeting my son’s boyfriend, Aizawa,” Midor- er, Hisashi (????) huffs back, thankfully letting go of Hitoshi’s hand.
Izuku reaches out and grips Hitoshi’s hand as a replacement when he undoubtedly notices the trembling of Hitoshi’s figure. He’s reminded once again how thankful he is for his boyfriend, even if it is in a way his fault that Hitoshi is in this situation.
“Are you okay?” The green-haired boy whispers to the nervous teen as Hisashi goes to sit down in a recliner. Hitoshi is momentarily thankful that the older man chose to sit in a separate spot from him and Izuku.
“I’m fine…” He tries to respond, his voice coming out as nothing more than a croak. Izuku doesn’t look at all convinced, only sliding closer to Hitoshi so their sides are touching.
Really, Hitoshi doesn’t even understand why he’s scared of this man. He’s been nothing but friendly, if he should be scared of anyone, it should be Aizawa.
But he’s not. Hisashi is a terrifying man and Hitoshi genuinely cannot tell if he’s doing it on purpose, or if it’s just the air the man gives off.
...Maybe it’s both.
Yamada, the angel he is, laughs and tries to redirect whatever tension is going on between Aizawa and Hisashi into nothingness by instead trying to talk to Hitoshi.
“So, Shinsou, I think it’s been well established you like cats already-” A snort comes from Aizawa. “But we don't know much else beyond that. Why don’t you tell us about yourself?”
He already feels a little lost, but he’s happy that most of the tense air has disappeared.
“Uh, what- what do you want to know?” He asks. He feels Izuku subtly squeeze his hand and he returns it with affection.
“Well, what are you interested in?” Yamada grins, pushing his shades further up on his nose. “Any hobbies?”
“I really like biking, Izuku and I rode our bikes together on a path for our first date,” Hitoshi answers with a soft blush at the memory, feeling Izuku’s hand heat up.
“Is that why you asked me to drag your bike out of the storage unit that day?” Aizawa asks with a raised brow.
“...Maybe.” Izuku says shyly, burying his pink face in Hitoshi’s shoulder.
The adults chuckle (well, Aizawa didn’t chuckle, but Hitoshi saw that smile).
“Anything else?” Hisashi asks, leaning forward with clasped hands.
“I’m, uh, really interested in messing with my voice, I guess?”
“Messing with your voice?” Yamada perks up.
“Yeah, things like mimicking sounds or other voices. I’ve recently learned how to throw my voice, which is really fun to use when messing with people.” He doesn’t mention how it’s usually Izuku that he messes with, because he doesn’t have anyone else to use it on outside his dads.
“Which is really mean, by the way!” Izuku cries, in a way that lets everyone know he’s usually the victim of such jokes.
Yamada laughs as Aizawa speaks. “That’s a very useful skill to have. Are you planning to follow a career with it?”
“...In a way, I can certainly see it being useful?” Hitoshi treads carefully. This is a bit of a sore topic, and he’s not sure how Izuku’s family will react to his ambitions to be a hero. They most likely know Izuku’s dream to be one, but Hitoshi is both a different person and not related to anyone here.
“What exactly is your hope for a job, then?” Hisashi asks, his voice deceptively calm.
Hitoshi isn’t able to think about whether he wants to lie or not when Izuku makes the decision for him.
“We’re gonna be heroes together!” He cheers.
“Really, now?” Hisashi’s face and voice definitely touched darker territory at that answer.
“That’s great!” Yamada, a complete contrast to Hisashi, positively beams . Even Aizawa gives a subtle nod of approval.
...God, this family is weird.
“Are you planning to go to UA?” Aizawa asks.
“We want to, yeah, but that’s not exactly something set in stone. So long as we get the proper training and credentials for it, we both agreed we’d be happy with just about any hero school,” Hitoshi answers, feeling his unease slowly wear off at the obvious support from the married couple.
“Why do you want to be a hero?” Hisashi asks instead.
“Midoriya,” Aizawa starts warningly. Hitoshi doesn’t let him continue.
“Honestly, it’s a little bit because of spite,” He says bravely, tightly gripping Izuku’s hand. “Yeah, I want to just help people like Izuku here, but I’ve had very few people not laugh at me whenever the topic comes up.”
“Why’s that?” Those red eyes glint dangerously.
Hitoshi hesitates, unsure if he should answer. On one hand, he doesn’t think that Izuku’s family would particularly change any opinions of him if they knew about his quirk, at least not enough to hate him.
But at the same time, he’s met people he thought people wouldn’t turn on him several times and just that happened.
His hesitation is justifiable.
But Izuku told him his family could be trusted, so he needs to show that same level of trust in both them and his boyfriend’s promises.
“My quirk…” He starts slowly, watching as several heads perk up to pay more attention. He takes a deep breath. “My quirk is called brainwashing. I don’t want to go too far into detail, but it’s considered a pretty villainous quirk, so not many people agree with me when I say I can make it as a hero.”
“Brainwashing, eh?” Hisashi’s lips curl further up his face in his grin, to the point it looks like his face is going to split open. Hitoshi can tell immediately just from the glinting in those red eyes that Izuku got his love of quirks from this man, even if he doesn’t look so creepy when he finds out about them. “That sounds very interesting…”
“It’s great that you’re reaching for your dream despite everyone piling against you, lil’ listener!” Yamada cheers. “Very cool!”
“So long as you’re actually trying. You can’t just coast through heroics with a strong quirk,” Aizawa adds.
“Oh, he’s definitely trying!” Izuku bounces in his seat. “Toshi and I have been practicing strength training at a gym his parents are paying for!”
Hitoshi chuckles. Izuku had been very adamant about denying his parents’ offers to pay, but eventually caved and has been using it to its fullest extent.
“Good.” Aizawa nods, and Hitoshi feels like he’s passed some test. What test, exactly, he doesn’t know.
It feels nice knowing your idol approves of you and your dream, though. Hitoshi smiles, wrapping an arm around Izuku to pull him closer. He happily returns the contact, beaming.
“I look forward to seeing you as a hero, Shinsou,” Hisashi almost coos.
Hitoshi isn’t sure if that’s an approval he wants, so he only nods and refocuses on Yamada and Aizawa.
Hisashi is a scary man, he thinks as he does his best to keep his eyes off the man.
Which means he misses the sudden flash of red trailing over the man’s skin like veins as he smiles at Hitoshi.