Hello everyone, how's your quarantine going? If anything like mine you're slowly beginning to lose your mind. Anyway I'm back with a new chapter, this one is mostly light-hearted, so I hope you enjoy that. Sorry for spelling and grammar, you know how it is. If you like what I do leave me a review it makes me feel super happy and want to give you guys more. Anyway with that out of the way enjoy guys, gals, and non-binary pals.
Fuyumi's hand reached for the letter opener, and then trade opened the next bill. Across the table from her, Dabi was looking at the letter concerning the tattoo parlor.
The bills this month weren't bad. They weren't good, either. Regardless the white-haired woman let out a sigh and flipped open the checkbook and adjusted her glasses.
"How bad is it?" Dabi mumbled, turquoise eyes still trained on his own set of bills.
"It's been better," she said.
"Should I break out the computer and try to-"
"If it has anything to do with hacking or anything illegal, the answer is no."
"Okay, then."
They are quiet for a few minutes. The only sound was penned writing and paper being set down and picked up. Numbers started to blur together, and Fuyumi could hardly stand it. She took her glasses off and rubbed the area of her eyes next to her eyes.
"We'll be okay, Yumi," Dabi promised, "I'll make sure we are."
"I know," she said, "I know it's just… It's a lot of work for one night."
She doesn't share her worry or duvets. She keeps them to herself. She doesn't tell her brother what she's feeling. Worth it was because of her fear of the truth, or the fear of what her older brother would do, she couldn't tell.
"Why don't you go to bed then?" Dabi said, pulling Fuyumi out of her thoughts, "I'll take care of everything."
"No," she sighed, shaking her head, "I got it. I got it."
"You want some tea?" Dabi asked, unsure of how else to help.
She nodded, "Tea would be nice."
Dabi got up and kissed the top of her head and got to work on heating up the water.
A few minutes later, Fuyumi looked up to see Shoto and Shiki dressed as if they were going out and heading for the door.
"We'll be back around 12:30," Shoto called.
"Okay," Dabi said.
"Hold up," Fuyumi called. Shoto stopped walking and turned to look at her. It was then she noticed that Shoto had a canvas bag strapped to his shoulder.
"Where are you two going?" she asked, giving the two teens a suspicious look.
"To the show, Etsuko gave me tickets for," Shoto said, "She'll be there tonight show you don't need to worry about it."
Fuyumi turned to her brother's best friend and asked, "Does your grandmother know you're going?"
"Yeah."
"Did you tell her the real place you're going, or did you say you two were going to the library?"
Shiki and Shoto looked at each other and then looked back, and Fuyumi and Shiki said, "She's got Emergency GPS on my phone. She knows where I'll be."
"What kind of show is this?" Fuyumi asked.
"Yumi come on," Dabi said, "Let them go. How much trouble can they get into."
"..."
"Don't answer that," Shoto said.
"Etsuko's going to be there, and she knows who we are," Dabi said, "She's not letting Shoto or Shiki go someplace bad. So let 'em get going."
Fuyumi sighed and looked at her brother, "You be back by 12:30 at the latest and not a minute later, understood?"
"Yes," Shoto said, seeming to be getting restless.
"Okay," she said, "Have fun."
"We will," Shiki called back after walking out the door behind Shoto.
Once Fuyumi knew that we're gone, she asked her brother, "Where do you think they're going?"
"So place stupid, odds are."
"Why did she have that bag?"
"Jeez, Yumi, is it a crime for people to take bags with them when they go out?" Dabi asked, setting a mug of tea in front of his sister.
"I'm just saying-"
"You worry too much," Dabi interrupted.
"Is that so?" she asked.
"Yep," the black-haired man said, "You are.
"Well, if I'm not, who will be?"
XXX
"Why didn't you just do your make-up before we left?" Shiki asked with her hand on her hip.
"Because," Shoto said, "It more covenant here."
"Sounds like bullshit," Shiki said, "What's the real reason."
"The lighting in the bathrooms here is better than at home."
"There it is," Shiki said, "Why didn't you start with that?"
Shoto only huffed and kept working on his face.
"Dude, come on, you're talking forever."
"I'm on adding eyeliner, and redoing the foundation around my scar," the white-haired teen said, "Why are you complaining? The trains are not going to be here for like twenty minutes."
"I wanna eat," Shiki cried.
"You already had dinner."
"I'm hungry again."
"There will be food there, calm down, woman."
Finally, Shoto turned away from the mirror and looked at his friend, "Good?" he asked.
"Your eyelashes are looking a bit red," she said. Looking back in the mirror, Shoto noticed she was right and dug around his bag until he found the mascara. Once it was on, the white-hair teen put everything back in his bag.
"Perfect," he said.
"You should add glitter," Shiki said.
"No.
"Yes!"
"Where?"
"Your eyes!"
"Super no," Shoto said, turning to the door.
"You never wanna do anything fun," Shiki said, stopping behind Shoto as he looked to make sure no one would hear her walking out of the men's restroom with him. When there was no one around, they both walked out, and Shoto kept talking.
"Okay, but glitter draws attention, and when have I ever wanted that?"
"I just think it's funny when you wear it," Shiki said.
"What's funny about having craft herpes on my face?"
"Hey! That's my line!"
"Well, I stole it," Shoto said, "Come on, let's get to the train."
On the ride there, the two teens looked at each other's phone, swapping stories back and forth.
"Hey, random question," Shiki said, "You ever wear make-up to school?"
"Beside mascara, no," Shoto said, "I'm not looking for attention, and besides, my classes after lunch get me all sweaty, so what's the point?"
"Just wondering," she said, "You do like wearing it though, yes?"
"I guess," Shoto said, "Why is that weird?"
"No," Shiki said, shaking her head, "Totally fine, man, anyone will tell you that."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
When they got off the train, Shiki dragged Shoto over to the evening mechanic to get something to drink ("I haven't had Ramune in mouth dude,"), and then they headed off.
It was a short walk until they reached the venue where the show was being held. When they handed their tickets to the bouncer, the man looked at them and asked, "Aren't you two a little young to be here?"
"We're 15, and this isn't a bar or place with an age limit," Shiki said, crossing her arms, "We're just fine."
"Etsuko Sasaki is a family friend," Shoto said, "She invited us."
The man looked at them both and sighed before letting them inside. They walked down a hallway and found the large room where the show was going to happen. It was pretty dark, with most of the light set above the stage in the middle of the room.
Right away, Shoto found Etsuko and didn't take long for her to notice them either. Once she did, a huge smile broke across her face, and she ran over to them.
"My babies!" She said, happily wrapping one arm around each teen, "You made it. How are you?"
"Good," Shoto said.
"Wonderful," Etsuko said, "And Miss. Shiki all the way back from the states. How are you doing, honey?"
"I'm good, "Shiki said, "You look nice tonight."
Etsuko was wearing a leopard print dress, black leather jacket, and matching platform heel boots.
"Thank you," she said, before pausing, "Wait, you compliment me. Do you want something?"
"No, you look nice," Shiki said, "I am hungry, though. So if you could show me where food is."
Etsuko tossed her head back and laughed, "Don't worry. I'd never let either of you starve. Come on, once you get food, I want to introduce you to a few people before the show."
They got food which Shiki wolfed down like she hadn't been fed in ten years. Then Etsuko escorted them to a couple of drag queens on the other end of the room.
"Girls," Etsuko said, "There are the kids I was telling you about. This is Shoto and Shiki."
"Hello," said the first of the queens, who had big bright red hair.
"Hi," Shiki said, waving a bit, "We're Etsuko's fairy gay-children."
"The hell did you just say?" Shoto asked.
"Well, she always says she's our fairy gay-mother," Shiki said.
"It's true," Etsuko said, nodding, "I am their fairy gay-mother."
"Oh, I love that," the other queen said.
"Anyway, Etsuko said, "Kiddos, this is Emiko and Akane. They're going to be hosting tonight."
"You two been to a drag show before?" Akane asked.
"One at Etsuko's place and one in the states," Shiki said.
"Enough," Shoto answered.
"Well, you two better get ready because tonight is going to be crazy."
Shiki laughed and whispered to Shoto with the biggest smile on her face, "Tonights going to be fun."
"Mmh," Shoto hummed a little smile on his face as well.
They talked with the two performers for around ten minutes before they were taken backstage. Shiki then grabbed Shoto's arms and said, "Let's go meet some more people before the show."
The white-haired teen knew that most boys his age did not think of going to a drag show as the first way to have fun. But for Shoto, it was a bit nostalgic. Okay, that was going to need so explaining.
The oldest Yukitomo siblings worked countless throughout middle school and high school, so that left Natsou and Shoto needing somewhere to go after school when Baba couldn't watch them. The family never had the broadest range of babysitters. So whenever someone Dabi trusted enough was free, that's where they went.
Etsuko was their most typical babysitter, and she watched them from work.
Etsuko ran a gay bar for as long as Shoto had known her. The place would be packed even on a slow night, so Etsuko would let Natsuo and Shoto do their homework, watch tv, and play in her office while they waited to go home. Sometimes Fuyumi would come later at night to come to get them, and Etsuko would have them sleep in the loft above the bar.
When they were little kids, he and Natsuo were reasonably well behaved. But curious children wondered, and whenever he left the back room that was Etsuko's office, Shoto always found himself watching the drag queens get ready for the show.
As a little kid and even now, Shoto found drag, drag queens especially fascinating. Their huge and colorful hair and make-up would make his eyes go big. The performers who worked at Etsuko's place were always kind to him and would let Shoto sit quietly and watch them do their make-up. Etsuko caught on to this, and some nights when they had all their homework, she'd let her watch a little bit of the show. They never saw anything too crazy, and Natsuo usually passed out, from all the soda he had at dinner halfway through every show. But to Shoto, it was one of the coolest parts of his very messed up and chaotic childhood.
It was a world that was bright and colorful and unafraid. So as a little kid who didn't have that in any aspect of his new life or even his old one, it was really appealing and beautiful.
So yeah, drag queens were a part of Shoto's childhood that he still liked to hold on to. Honestly, it wasn't the strangest thing in his life, whether that was good or bad.
When the show did begin, Shoto and Shiki were right upfront. The black-haired girl would scream and cheer for everything while Shoto just clapped and looked up at every performer with a soft smile like he was looking at cats. Why was that the face he made while watching drag? Who knows?
The show was a lot of fun. There was lip-syncing, there was actual singing, one of them did stand-up, which was terrific. All the money Shoto had brought to give out as tips were almost gone by the halfway point of the show, and he had traded someone working at the food bar a twenty to get more ones. When the two teens left the show, after saying goodbye to Etsuko, it was nearly midnight.
"Come on," Shoto said, "If we hurry, we can get home by 12:15 and use the college rule Natsuo taught us."
"I don't think that applies here."
"Just run, woman!"
They ran the whole way to the station and almost ran the entire way home until they were distracted by a cat. They played with the cat for nearly 20 minutes until they realized that it was now 12:37.
" Whatever," Shiki said, trying to pass it off as no big deal, "It's not like we're going to get in trouble for being seven minutes late. Who'd get in trouble for that?"
XXX
They got in trouble for that.
XXX
The day after they went to the drag show was Natsuo's birthday. They spent the night eating cake and katsudon and watching movies till they all fell asleep on the couch. But the day after that was the day of his and Shiki's roof party.
At the moment, the two friends were currently in Shiki's room, checking over the list of stuff they still needed to get for tonight.
"Okay," Shiki said, sticking her pencil behind her ear, "We get everything on the roof set up before we go, then we just grab the food we need at the store and come back here to finish getting everything together."
"Why did you put so much fruit on the shopping list?" Shoto
"I was originally going to make a fruit platter."
"Do you forget how expensive fruit is?"
"Give me a break, it's cheaper in the states!"
The other teen signed a look over the rest of the list. It was the basic stuff they needed. Shoto could also grab some things he needed for the training camp as well.
"You said Fuyumi was willing to make some hot dishes?" Shiki asked.
"Yeah."
"Sweetness."
After an early lunch given to them by Baba, the two made their way across the street to the grocery store. On the walk there, Shiki asked, "So how many people are coming again?"
"Well, I told my friends Yaoyorozu and Yoarashi about it and then told them to invite whoever else they thought should come, which led to Inasa inviting my whole class."
"So a number."
"Around 19, not counting us."
"Okay, good to know."
After getting everything they needed from the grocer, they went home quickly and then headed back out to the drug store a block away to get the stuff Shoto required for camp.
"So, where are you guys going exactly?" Shiki asked.
"They haven't told us for security reasons," Shoto said, "But based on the list they gave us, I'm guessing we're going to the woods."
The black-haired girl nodded, but then a look flashed across her face, which she tried to hide when she saw Shoto noticed.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing," she said, "It's just, camps and places have communal bathrooms."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Okay, I'm going to ask a question that's going to be uncomfortable, but we're close enough that it's okay for me to ask it."
"What is it?" Shoto asked, turning to look at the bug spray, not thinking Shiki would say anything too earth-shattering.
"Do your carpets match your drapes?"
Shoto turned and looked at her.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"You are going to be showering and bathing near other people who know you for your snow-white mop, and if the bottom doesn't match the top…"
"Okay, the point made, gods," Shoto huffed.
"You should probably shave your legs too."
Shoto shot her a glare, but Shiki only smiled.
"Where the shaving cream?" he asked.
"You could always get wax."
"I'm not gonna wax my dick," Shoto said while Shiki was laughing, "Why is my body hair such a concern to you anyway?"
"It's not," Shiki said, "It's just the idea of you being forced to wax yourself is just funny in my mind for some reason."
"You suck."
"Love you too, bitch."
XXX
Later once all the shopping was done and everything was set up, Shoto went to his apartment to get dressed. Shiki suggested they wear their "Wild One" "Mild One" sweatshirts, but Shoto shot that down.
Instead, he opted for a pair of black jeans and an old white Fall Out Boy t-shirt that used to be Dabi's when he was Shoto's age. Looking at himself in the mirror, the white-haired teen thought he looked okay. So he grabbed his phone and headed up to the roof. There he found Shiki dressed in jeans, a white shirt, and her new jacket.
"Hey," she said, "Ready to have the greatest party ever?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Come on, Hot Topic," she said, giving him a playful shove, "Tonight's going to be great."
It wasn't long before Shoto got a text from Yaomomo telling him that she and Yoarashi were here. When the two other heroes in training got up to the roof, Shoto smiled.
"Glad you guys could come."
"Are you kidding, man? I would miss it for the world!"
Yoarashi's attention was then turned to Shiki and asked, "Who are you."
"Shiki Kitabayashi," the girl said, smiling, "I am human icy hot pack's longest correspondent," with that she also gave Shoto back a hard playful slap.
"She's my downstairs neighbor and childhood friend," Shoto rephrased.
"Well, I'm Inasa Yoarashi, and it's great to meet you!" Yoarashi pretty much yelled.
Shiki snapped her finger by her ear before smiling.
"Likewise."
"Are we early?" Yaomomo asked, and it was at this moment, Shiki noticed the other girl and seemed to stop all primary functions.
"Only by a little bit," Shoto said to her, not even noticing Shiki, "I'm sure Iida will be here soon. You know how he is about being on time. You guys can help yourself to food."
When they were gone, Shiki grabbed Shoto's arm and said: "I have a critical question to ask you."
"What?"
"Is your lady friend single?"
"Are you kidding men right now?"
"Answer the damn question, Shoto!" Shiki whispered, yelling, grabbing the front of his shirt.
"I think she is, yeah."
"Good, good."
"Be a useless lesbian on your own time."
"Fuck you."
Shoto was proven right and right at the hour Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya. He said hey to them as well, and it wasn't long before Shiki snuck up behind him and went, "So that the famous Izuku Midoriya, huh? I'll say it, Shoto, you are not bad at picking them."
"Shut up."
"Come on, I've been waiting for months for this."
"If you even think of trying one of your stupid little schemes."
"I don't have schemes," Shiki said, " I have Master plans, and they are foolproof."
"Never would I say that," Shoto said.
"We'll see."
As she walked away, Shoto's eyes drifted back over to Midoriya, who was talking to Uraraka. Whatever they were talking about, Midoriya must have been really passionate about, because the green-haired boy's eyes were practically stars.
Shoto felt every part of his body burn, and his heart and stomach shake. Tonight was going to be long.
XXX
"So you're Midoriya, right?" an unfamiliar voice asked. Izuku turned his head to see the only person here who wasn't a classmate of his.
The news that Yukitomo was throwing a party spread threw the class like wildfire. The whole thing had only been going on for about an hour, but it looked like everyone was here (Kacchan was the only one Izuku didn't see, and he figured that he wouldn't). So now he was here cornered by a complete stranger. Yay.
"Um yeah, ah hi," he said awkwardly.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Shiki Kitabayashi. Just call me Shiki," she said, holding out her hand.
"Nice to meet you," he said, taking it, "Um, how do you know my name?
"Oh, I saw you when I watched the Sports Festival," the girl said, "Also Shoto has mentioned you a few times."
"He has?"
"Oh yeah, a bunch."
Izuku was unsure how to feel about it. Why would Yukitomo bright him up? And why did his chest feel weird at the thought of that?
"So, how do you know Yukitomo?" Izuku asked, trying to get his mind off things.
"Oh, we grew up together," she explained, "Most of our lives we're each other's, only friend. I was a little worried about him when I went to school in the US."
"You go to school in the US?!"
Izuku looked to see that Ashido had overheard them talking along with Kirishima.
"Yeah," Shiki said, "I was recruited last year for the study program."
"What do you study?" Kirishima asked.
"Basketball," Shiki said with a smirk, "But also a side in forestry development."
"I didn't know there were still sports programs like that," Ashido said.
"Not so much here, but the west there is still huge," Shiki said, "When Quirks and heroes came, most forms of professional sports were pushed to the background and all that. A lot of people thought major sporting industries were going to die, since Quirks no longer allowed for an equal playing field and blah, blah blah. But you could not pull sports from America's cold dead hands, so they did a lot of shaping all the very, very intensive protocol that goes into it now."
"I guess that makes sense," Izuku said.
"Yeah, still got this like baseball and football."
"Sports are going to go away if people get freak nasty power," Shiki said, shrugging, "They're just going to get better."
"What are you going on about?"
Yukitomo had come and joined them, and, at the sight of him, Shiki smiled and said, "I'm just explaining the history of the current sports atmosphere via Quirk arrival ."
"No one should have to listen to that," Shoto said.
"Oh come on, Sho," she said, "You got no room to talk. The most you offer in terms of conversation is dry, sarcastic remarks and a few misleading compliments."
"Aren't you just wondering," Shoto said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, you love me," Shiki said, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Yukitomo!"
It was Kaminari who seemed to be on a mission as he grabbed the white-haired teen's other shoulder.
"Yes?" Yukitomo asked, looking at him.
"Need to steal you for a game of will it melt."
"What?"
"We're trying to see if a bunch of garbage we found on your roof is flammable or not and you have fire so come one," Kaminari said pulling Yukitomo with him
"I feel like I need to see this," Kirishima said.
"I'll bring acid!" Ashido cried following them.
"That sounds a lot like a game Shoto, and I played as kids," Shiki said once the other had left.
"What game was that?" Izuku asked.
"Can this freeze to the leg."
"Um..."
"We put liquid on Shoto's right leg and see if it froze there."
"..."
"'We had a weird childhood."
XXX
The game of will it melt was very short-lived, seeing as Iida wasn't in the mood for then to break fire codes in such. But in total, six objects had been burned by both fire and acid, and most people were satisfied.
When that was all over, Shiki dragged Izuku over to the corner of the roof and had him sit and talk with her.
"So you're childhood friends with Yukitomo, you said?" Izuku asked.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"That's interesting," he said, "You two seem so different."
Honestly, they were very different. Shiki was loud with tan skin and hair as dark as ebony, while Yukitomo was pale, quiet, and had hair the color of paper.
"Opposites attract," she said, "I didn't really give him much of choice in being friends with me though, to be honest."
"I can see that happening."
The idea of a young Yukitomo being dragged around by a much younger Shiki was a pretty funny picture, to be honest.
"So tell me," Izuku said, "What kind of sport protocol is there in the states?"
"Are you really interested in that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
Izuku shrugged, "It's a part of Quirks I don't know much about. I'm curious."
"It's nothing really too much. Just a bunch of tests to make sure you're not on drugs or enhancing certain abilities and some quirk represents," Shiki said, "A lot of it varies from player to player."
"What kind of test do you have to take?"
"Besides basic drug tests, none. I don't have Quirk."
Izuku blinked almost in disbelief. Yeah, he knew there were other Quirkless people, but he never met anyone his own age.
"What?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm Quirkless," Shiki said, scratching the back of her head, "A reason I do basketball. I'm one of the few people who can play the sport with a lot of handicaps."
"I'm sorry," Izuku muttered quietly, "I didn't mean to-"
"Don't sweat it, man," Shiki said, a smile on her face, "Never been that big of a deal for me."
"It just," he stopped trying to think of the right thing to say, "My Quirk came very, very late, so I know what it's like to…"
"Oh," she said, nodding her head, "You get picked on?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Well," Shiki said, "My grandmother home-schooled me for the first couple grades. She was afraid of how other kids might receive me. Both Shoto and I entered the public school around the same time. Some kids, you know, were little assholes, but I was a bit older, and I didn't care. Also, Natsuo, Shoto's older brother, was with us a lot, and he'd beat up an older kid giving either of us trouble. Scared the shit out the kids our age."
"What did people give Yukitomo a hard time for?"
"Well, his scar for starters," Shiki said, "Also, both our families have always been kinda poor. He also just refuses to use his Quirk ever. That aggravated a lot of boys our age. I always wanted to fight and stuff, Shoto could give less of a fuck."
"Did Yukitomo ever give you a hard time about being Quirkless?" the green-haired boy asked. Once the words left his mouth, he regretted it. That was super personal, he shouldn't have asked it. But it was out now.
"No," Shiki said, shaking her head, "He was always good about. Once he told me he wishes we could trade places Quirk wise. Then maybe we both will be happy, he said."
Looking at the sad smile on Shiki's face reminds Izuku of the talk he had with Yukitomo in the hall on the day of the Sports Festival. He remembered how the white-haired boy had hated his left side. The venom in his voice as he talked about how it reminded him of his father and the need to keep his family safe. Has he felt that way ever since he was a small child? Had he felt that fear and anger for that long?
"Oh, wow," Shiki said, snapping Izuku out of his thoughts, "Let's talk about something less sad, shall we? Tell me about how Shoto is in class."
"What about him?" Izuku asked, remembering that Natsuo had asked him the same question when Izuku had met him.
"Does he sit in the back and be quiet? Does he try to answer every history question incorrectly on purpose? Does he fall asleep during English because he's a smart ass and thinks he knows everything?"
"Yukitomo has never fallen asleep during class," Izuku said.
"What? For real?"
"For real."
"Wow."
"Why did that happen in middle school, once?" the green-haired teen asked.
"It happened all the fucking time," Shiki said.
"Really?" Izuku asked, a bit surprised by that fact.
"Oh yeah, all the time. What we did was just put a bunch of stuff on him and his desk and hope he didn't wake up," Shiki explained.
"Did a teacher ever catch you?"
"No! And It was wonderful!"
XXX
The party ended a lot later then Shoto thought it was going to, but he had to admit that it had been fun. It was nice to get together with all of his classmates and sorta relax. Shiki had seemed to meet and talk to all of his classmates at least once during the night, and there was a good chance she now had everyone's socials.
Midoriya, Yoarashi, Yaomomo, and Uraraka all stayed and offered to help them clean up everything. Iida was going to help too, but it seemed that he never stayed up this late in his life, and he was sleep drunk. So Shoto had him call his mom to come to pick him up.
Soon enough, Shoto was in his pajamas, in his room with Shiki. The black-haired girl claimed that she was too tired to go back to her place so, Shoto loaned her a pair of his pajamas, and they both crawled in bed.
"I think we've gotten too big to share this," Shiki said, pulling the blanket towards her.
"We seeing as it is a twin bed made for a nine-year-old-, that checks out."
Shiki laughed, and then there was quiet. Shoto was just about to fall asleep when Shiki said, "Hey, Elsa?"
"Yeah?"
"You have fun tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Your classmates are nice."
"Yeah, they are."
"I'm a bit sad I didn't get to meet this Bakugo guy."
"Don't be."
"Why?"
"You would have tried to fight him."
"That's why I'm sad."
"Go to sleep," Shoto said, rolling over.
"One more thing Frostburn," Shiki said.
"What?"
"You're seeing your mom again, right?"
"Yeah."
"You think I could meet her?" Shiki asked.
Shoto paused for a minute before asking, "You wanna meet my mom?"
"I'd love to meet your mom," Shiki said.
After thinking about Shoto nodded to himself and said, "That would be nice."
"Cool."
There was quiet again, and Shoto was almost asleep when "Your friend Yaomomo is super hot."
"Go the fuck to sleep."
"Fine."
Okay so that took a lot more work to write than I thought it was going to. Some fun facts, one fruit is super expensive in Japan oh, so that's why there was that one blip there in the middle. All the sports regulations stuff I wrote in, is just my head Cannon, and you may do with that what you will. I hope you like that weird little slice in Etsuko and Shoto past together, because it's not going to get lighter of either of them it's going to get worse. Also if you are ever sad remember that Etsuko is you Fariy Gay-Mother too. Take care, and remember if you ever want to reach out to me, my tumblers are the best place to go. Anyway please leave a review if you liked it, and until next time!
