Mitsuki

When I opened the door, the least I expected was to find my irreverent son bringing to the house someone other than Izuku, who hadn't visited us for a long time.

The boy was gentle–looking. For a moment I was wondering where I had seen him before, until I remembered that he was the one who came second at the Sports Festival. His different colored hair and eyes were much more striking in person.

I was in the middle of preparing lunch when they arrived, so I immediately started increasing the portions. Out of consideration for the boy, I decided to keep my voice more entertaining, but if I spent so much time with my noisy son, he must be used to his screaming.

As the rice finished cooking, I went to the living room, but the sight of both boys moved me too much.

– So now you invite me to meet your parents. Don't you think you're going too fast? – they were both sitting on the couch

– Don't get your hopes up – approaching a few inches from the boy. My heart fluttered at the familiarity they both displayed. It was confusing, but nice at the same time. – I just came to get some things. Once finished, we will go to another place.

– And surely you will tell me "don't bother me with your stupid questions" if I ask you where, right? – getting even closer. I felt like I shouldn't spy on them, but this was too new for me. Katsuki looked really comfortable with him; a lot, in fact.

– You know me very well – and the subsequent smile of both to his answer confirmed it. The look they both held for those seconds took my breath away. It was the first time I had seen my son so comfortable with someone, and that feeling overwhelmed me. Deciding that he was in the bedrooms was a good decision after all.

The blond headed for the stairs and the other boy turned, watching him walk away, so I motivated myself to talk to him.

– If I remember well, your name is Todoroki, right? – sitting next to him

– Yes. – The boy was of reserved and polite appearance. It gave me a lot of peace to see him so peaceful. To think that he spends so much time with that troublemaker makes me think that maybe he's not so bad at interacting with others.

– It's really admirable that you get along so well with him

– I don't get it. Is something wrong with him?

– No, it's just that my son is ... Well, you should already know ...

– Explosive, loud, arrogant, pedantic… Yes, I know. – I only had to smile at the correct enumeration

– Yes. Just like that.

– He is also a good companion and friend when he wants. There is even a squad named after him, which he sometimes prepares for them to eat. – I was incredulous to imagine him in a similar situation, but the boy stopped, wide–eyed, before continuing. – However, pretend that you did not hear this from me.

– What is the name of the squad? – He hesitated, but in the end, he answered "Bakusquad" in a whisper. My laughter echoed throughout the house, and that caught the attention of the noisy upstairs.

– WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO LAUGHING AT?!

– NOTHING THAT YOU CARE! – stood on the top rail

– Bicolor, I know where you live and sleep. You are warned. – Showing him a challenging attitude, to which the aforementioned only responded with a warm smile.

– Thank you for being so close to my Katsuki. He can get desperate sometimes, but he's a good boy. As I think you are – since I saw his hair, I wanted to stroke it, and I could not resist doing it. The boy was taken by surprise, but then I could see that he smiled slightly. I was happy to see how much Katsuki had improved, and I know that in the company of Todoroki, it would only be exponential.

Todoroki

While Bakugou's mother, or rather his adult female version, was serving the food, I could see a family photo on one of the shelves, where a man with a relaxed expression with glasses and brown hair was standing next to them, who I imagine must be… his father? If he acquired the appearance from his mother, it must be from his father the more relaxed version he shows me when we are alone.

After eating, she went to the kitchen.

– Dessert should be ready by now!

– Of course not! We have to go! – he protested

– Don't be so strict. She went to the trouble of preparing it and would like to eat it. – Taking him from his jacket. He hissed, but that was just the prelude to his consent

– Good. Finish that thing so we can finally leave. – resuming his seat next to me. She came with three servings of flan, dividing them. Bakugou was the first to gulp it down in two bites, his mother was the second, and I was almost done. The young woman headed for the kitchen, leaving us alone again.

– Your mother is very nice, Bakugou, and cooks as well as you – taking another bite

– Of course. She's my mother, after all. – Turning quickly – I hope you didn't hear me.

– You are too proud – taking his hand from under the table. Upon contact, he entwined his fingers with mine, and that was one of the best sensations I could feel being with him.

– And you very slow when eating

– Still, you like me, as much as I like you. – Taking the last bite of my dessert, while my peripheral vision captured how he hid his face on the table.

After finishing, and after his insistence, we were at the entrance of the house. I thanked his mother for the food, and we set off in an unknown direction, at least for me.

– Aren't you going to tell me where we're going?

– You'll know shortly, bicolor – we'd have at least ten minutes walking and the weather was nice. The path we had taken seemed familiar to me; it was then when I saw the columns of the temple that I could identify the path.

– Why are you stopping? – I stopped unconsciously

– I have fond memories with this temple – both of us, in fact

– I don't – he replied with a grimace. – That thing draws storms.

– It brought you and me – being so pale, it was easy to notice when his skin tone changed to a fleeting reddish

– We're getting late – taking my hand to keep walking.

I was so distracted that when we were in front of the hospital where my mother was, I didn't know how to react. I inhaled and exhaled hard remembering the last fight with my old man.

– Bakugou… I can't – I panicked

– Hey, your breaths are getting ragged. – He pulled me by the vest onto some benches. – Breathe slowly – he was using that tone of voice that he rarely heard. He brought my hand to his chest – Try to match my heart rate. – It was working, little by little I felt more relaxed, but I was stunned. – You always come to visit her, and you look happier when you come. I'm sure the same thing happens to her, and this weekend has to be different. – I still had to deal with this feeling of rejection and other fears, and although I don't know how long it would be, if I was with him, it was much easier to face them.

– You're right – giving him a fleeting kiss on the forehead to enter the large white building.

As in the previous times, I went to the lobby, however, a comment from the receptionist alarmed me:

– She received a brief visit from her husband this morning – my muscles tensed at the thought of him here

– What time was that?

– This morning, for at least ten minutes or less. – She allowed me access and if before I doubted seeing her, now I was terrified.

I was in front of his bedroom door for a long time. I was shaking, to the point where my muscles ached from the tension. How could I see it? I am the cause of why you are here

– I wonder if Shoto is coming… – Leaning against the door, I could hear the calm tone of her voice. She wants to see me. Hearing her say that was like letting go of a past burden.

I took the doorknob and she was sitting at the desk, with a pen and sheets on it.

– I was thinking of writing you a letter. I thought it would not come because you would be tired from your extracurricular course ... – her calm expression clouded – is something wrong, Shoto? – getting up to approach me. She placed her hands on my cheeks, which were getting wetter. It was only when she was standing that I could see that there were blue flowers on the desk.

I was talking with her for a moment, just about the academy and my progress in my preparation as a professional hero. She made no mention of him and I didn't say a word about the fight days ago. Occasionally she even smiled at me as I struggled not to show her any worrisome gestures.

After visiting time, it was time to leave, but before I left, she came over to hug me. I didn't remember the last time we had been this close. I returned the gesture, and he was thoroughly happy. For those moments, all the anguish that had been carrying, disappeared and she offered me the widest smile that I had never seen her do.

Bakugou was in the same place I left him when I returned. She was looking at the tree beside him in amazing detail. Was he counting her leaves?

– Do I interrupt? – sitting next to him. His face changed to a gentler gesture.

– You look in better shape

– I am. Thanks for convincing me to come see her – I was very happy

– As a thank you I want to know what happened to you days ago – adopting a stoic posture

– Yes, I will – he enjoyed the ambivalence with which he could express himself; between the explosive and the gentle. The downside is that I couldn't decide which one I liked better. – I have to introduce you.

– Don't you think you're going too fast? – getting up to go

– You were the one who came forward – following in his footsteps.

I know dealing with my past will be a long and arduous process, but as long as I am with him, I know I'll be fine.


Mitsuki is a G-O-D-D-E-S-S

Fact # 34

Parents will play an important role in the development of the characters.

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