"I made you gifts… If you will accept them?"
Hizashi swallows thickly at the sight in front of him.
It's a tie.
A slim, black tie with embroidery. It's a musical score, with little cockatoos and little wolves, fishes, and falcons. What should be busy, and messy is instead beauty. The pattern is small but coherent. It reminds him of toile wallpaper or prints from old Europe, a story told but elegant in highly detailed pieces. He runs his hands through the silk, fingertips touching at the music and he realizes with a startled blink that it is one of his favorite old rock songs along the length of the tie, an old song of pre-quirk days, Twisted Sister's, 'We're Not Gonna Take It'. He had played it for Sansa once.
"And this, Ser To-san-"
Here, she unravels a masterpiece of a white scarf in Shota's lap. How the girl had gotten her hands on one of his capture scarves, Hizashi is unsure. But Sansa is surprisingly deft at hand and so light on her feet sometimes that he suspects some form of martial art training in her first life. And if his tie is beautiful, Shota's scarf is a fucking masterpiece of detail and sheer mastery of beauty. He knows without much remorse that Shota is Sansa's idol, he cannot blame the girl for loving her savior so ardently, and he fully agrees on her agenda to shower his sometimes grumpy husband with all the love and adoration he deserves. The scarf is a mixture of all of their cats, the same wolves, falcons, and fishes. And he wonders how the heck their child managed to hide this from them.
Hizashi feels a breath suck in.
"...It is the sigil of the Houses of my Kin in my first life. Wolves for House Stark. Fishes for House Tully. And falcons for House Aryn."
"Shota said you had words, like a family motto?"
He runs his hands carefully down the tie. It's a silk tie, and he wonders when she had gotten her hands on it. He's betting All-Might or Sir Nighteye. They tend to spoil her with silk threads and fabric. She must've asked for these.
He wonders what she had made for the others she calls Pack.
Chiyo-sensei, Nedzu, All-Might, and Sir Nighteye, Nemuri…
He bets they are as beautiful as this. He breathes it in.
"... Winter is Coming. Family, Duty, Honor. As High as Honor."
Prepare for troubling times ahead. Family is important, but as are your responsibilities. Your integrity is integral to you.
Hizashi reverently loops the tie around his neck. Ties it perfectly underneath his support equipment. It added a touch of curious swagger in his Hero attire.
"Thank you, Sansa-Joo."
"You do them a great justice, Ser."
Her eyes are tear-filled, and her smile is soft as anything. Hizashi leans down and kisses her forehead. Shota only carefully pulls her to him with one arm, holding her tight as he loops the scarf around his neck with his spare hand.
His eyes blaze above her head with unshed tears.
AN:
There will be mentions of what Sansa has made for everybody in different chapters. This one is just for her parents...
Oh and-
Buckle up, dear readers.
Shit is about to get rough.
Ya'll can't trust me to keep it this fluffy, not with the ASOIF part. So. Yeah. Ya been warned.
See you, tomorrow, lovelies~