Dessa - "Good for You"

"I don't bring this up lightly:

Don't you think that I might be

Someone you can't forget?"

Hizashi and Hisako Yamada were as different as night and day.

Hizashi was needlessly loud and irrationally eccentric. It was a wonder how he and Shota had become and remained friends.

Hisako was quiet and understated. Shota hadn't even known she existed until his high school graduation. Granted, Hisako hadn't attended U.A. and she'd blended into the background the few times Shota had visited the Yamadas' as a student. Shota blamed Hizashi for that; why did he always have to be so damned obnoxious?

It wasn't until the U.A. graduation ceremony that Shota really noticed Hisako. She was older then – still two years younger than he and her brother, but becoming a woman in her own right – and she'd dressed in a semi-formal yukata. Maybe it was her modesty that finally caught his attention, but he suspected that half of it was just how tolerable she'd seemed compared to Hizashi.

The feelings progressed after U.A. Hizashi was a predictably over-bearing big brother so Hisako got dragged along more and more during casual outings, as Hizashi appointed himself as her "guardian" once she'd started getting male attention. Shota would have preferred not to participate in socializing at all but at least having Hisako there made him feel a little more grounded. She was the only other sane one, he was sure.

They didn't fall in love suddenly or dramatically. They just fell into their relationship simply. It'd started when Hisako was a senior and Shota an up-and-coming Pro, and she'd asked him to bring her to her school's closing celebration. Shota had been stumped but accepted. He would have hated the entire experience of being an escort if it hadn't been with Hisako, and if she hadn't been so obviously beaming by his side the entire night.

So they began spending more time together. Shota hadn't minded it, and he eventually came to crave it. Hisako had the best characteristics of her brother while being everything that he wasn't: she was keen, loyal, and good-hearted, yet subdued and gentle and subliminal with a lot of her communication. She was one of the easiest people to spend time with.

Somehow they moved in together. That progression was still a mystery to Shota. Hisako spent a lot of time at his place, sure, once she graduated for herself and needed to get out of her parents' and brother's hold. Shota's schedule was odd anyway so they were rarely home at the same time. Hisako slept on the couch at first, but Shota's pillows took on a floral scent as the months went by. It became a comfort to him, to the point where he eventually put away his spare bedding and wordlessly invited Hisako to borrow his bed when he wasn't there.

And then he wordlessly invited Hisako to share his bed when he was there.

Years later, Shota was home without Hisako, feeling completely lost as he looked down at their fussing daughter and wishing he'd been more present all along.

The guilt got to him sometimes, especially when he wasn't working and was reminded of everything Hisako did for him. They barely spent any time together, for one. She took care of the house and their child and him. She cooked and cleaned every day, prepared his meals only to package them for whenever he happened to be around to eat. She still managed to work part-time, too, to help out with income and keep her mind more occupied.

Hisako was a good girl – a good woman, in Shota's eyes. She should have been swept off her feet. She should have had a grand wedding. They'd just gotten married in the courthouse after they'd realized he'd knocked her up. She'd been beautiful and happy during their vows, and even Hizashi had balled his eyes out about how perfectly things had progressed, yet Shota always had something biting at the back of his mind.

Their daughter, Shiawase, was nearly four months old. Shota was in awe of her every day. It was still bizarre, in the most fantastic way, that the tiny infant shared his DNA. He'd helped create her. She was a part of him. Despite any and every of his doubts and regrets Shiawase would always be his pride and joy and –

Shiawase let out a sudden shriek that shook the walls. One of the framed photos Hisako had hung up fell to the floor and shattered.

Shota scowled, his ears ringing. His daughter was perfect, of course, but she'd inherited a Quirk too close to her uncle's for comfort.

It was like an answered prayer when Hisako walked in.

Shota was holding Shiawase, cupping the back of her head so that her face was pressed into his shoulder, hoping beyond hope that the contact would bring her comfort and not escalate a tantrum. His eyes darted to Hisako, probably looking half desperate, and she responded by dropping her bag to the floor and rushing over.

"Shoosh, Shia," Hisako murmured, taking the baby from Shota's arms and tucking the infant under her chin. Shota didn't think he was just crazy for imagining Shiawase instantly melting into her mother.

Shota watched the two of them. Hisako was a complete natural, unlike him, in nurturing and easing their daughter's discomfort. It had been her first night out with friends in months, yet she was back after only a couple of hours and ready to take over.

Women were amazing, Shota realized. His woman was amazing. He had to wonder what he'd ever done to deserve her and the life that she'd given him, along with all of the things that she handled with barely any gratitude in return.

Shota definitely needed to work on the "gratitude in return" part. Maybe he could ask Hizashi what his sister would like as an anniversary gift? No – Nemuri?

…Maybe his students would have some insight?

Shota blinked back into the moment. Hisako was humming Shiawase to sleep, and he'd nearly dozed off simply as a witness.

Hisako seemed pleased enough by Shiawase's state and eased the babe into the living room crib. Once she was sure that the infant would sleep, Hisako turned to Shota, a lopsided smile on her lips, and beckoned a hand.

"Shall I tuck you in too, Shota?"

Shota scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets and shuffling his feet. He was used to working overnights but the baby had definitely interrupted his schedule. How could he complain, though, when Hisako did almost all of that work? He shouldn't have felt half as exhausted as she must have been.

Still, Shota was tired. So if Hisako was offering…

"Fine."

Shota didn't take Hisako's hand, but he gave a silent indication for her to follow him to the bedroom. She did, and she waited off to the side as Shota stripped before crawling into bed nude. Shota buried himself under the covers, anticipating Hisako's advancement once she knew he was settled in. When Hisako did venture closer and move to adjust the blankets, Shota reached over to grasp her wrist.

"You need sleep, too," Shota said, his eyes still closed and mouth half pressed into his pillow. "Shia is fine, take a rest with me."

Hisako didn't move right away. She seemed to debate her options, which made Shota slightly annoyed and culpable all at once, but then Hisako did slowly pull down her pants, take off her blouse, and crawl into bed with Shota wearing little more than her skin.

Shota wrapped his arms around Hisako, relishing in her body being pressed against his. How could he ever convey how their connection made him feel with only words?

Hisako hadn't lost all of her pregnancy weight, and Shota knew that she wasn't as comfortable with herself as she used to be. It seemed crazy to him. Hisako had carried a child, delivered a daughter, and continued to provide for that baby in ways that Shota would never be able to help her with. So what if there were some extra pounds? Motherhood was an infinitely fantastic process that Shota was humbled to witness personally.

Shota hated how little of an impact he realized he could have with his wife and daughter. Hisako was literally the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on, because she was the one to incubate and give him his daughter. How could he ever measure up as a husband and father in comparison?

All that Shota could do was hug Hisako closer, nuzzling his nose into her neck, praying to a god that he didn't completely believe in that she would somehow understand that she meant everything to him.

Hisako was everything to him. Shiawase was his everything. And Hizashi, as much of a nuisance as he was, was not only his best friend but also the one to bring together all purpose into Shota's life.

And Shota couldn't have asked for anything more.

(A/N)

This one was originally supposed to be of a more CRACK! fic with the idea of President Mic's timid sis and Aizawa getting together and having a loud baby. It ventured off a lot from that. But I still like the more serious turn, I think?

Also I wrote and published this all within a couple hours (while maybe just slightly tipsy...) so hopefully it doesn't seem too rough. :)