Domestic Hero

by K4N3 the R34P3R

Smut, i took this down a few years ago, some of my files got corrupted so its back so i don't lose this too.

Hey everybody, Kane the Reaper Here saying hi. This is the weirdest AU I have ever written.

Shoto hooks up with a girl at a party only to find out two days later that his father Enji has been secretly back in the dating pool for months and that Momo is the daughter of his new fiancé.

Antics ensue.

Shoto/Momo.

I thought it started out depressing, but it gets better. Lemons smut whatever

Read and enjoy. ROMANCE/PARODY

Prologue

Inko and her son are riding the train home, the sun is beginning to dip under the city's skyline. Across from them is a white-haired woman and her son, with matching hair on his right side and a deep red on his left. Split almost perfectly down the middle.

If fate had been kinder, they would have met years later at UA, If, but fate had other plans.

A villain, toxic chainsaw, ripped through the track supports in desperate attempt to distract All Might. Two trains, full of civilians, are derailed.

Izuku tries to wake is injured mother. He tasted copper, smelled smoke, his eyes watered and burned. He cries out desperately. "Go Izuku, get away, someone can save you."

Izuku left her there reluctantly. Dropping through a window of the train, cutting his leg on the way down. He found cold, something made of ice. The woman from before crying, her son blinded, he couldn't see the metal going through her abdomen, Izuku saw it.

This small quirkless green-haired boy locked eyes with the woman. Her eyes were filled with pain and terror. "Shoto, someone's here to help, take him please." So, on the two boys went, barely fitting through pieces of rubble.

Enji looked on at the doctor. "So?" the doctor shook his head. "They've gone through a terrible experience. They both need a friend. I think you did a very good thing fostering the other boy." Enji didn't respond. The doctor continued.

"Everything else that happened was a blur. They remember you, hugging your son. They remember being taken to the hospital together. They know their mothers are dead. They're old enough to grasp that concept, old enough for it to leave an impact on their lives. One thing keeping them going is their bond, and their hopes for their futures."

Enji leaned forward. "What do I need to do? To help them?" The doctor pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Put them in the same room, raise them, if they have someone they can relate to, to, confide in… They'll be ok. But you need to understand, either, both even, might resent you for failing to save them. I know you're going through hell yourself. It might get worse before it gets better." Enji nodded stood and left.

And that's why Shoto and I were raised like brothers. We never resented All Might or Dad for what happened. It took almost a year for Shoto to smile again. Touya fell of the roof shoveling snow and sat on Natsuo's snowman. It was the first time I had heard him laugh. It wouldn't be the last. I don't think either of us would have wanted to become heroes if it wasn't for the other.

The only permanent effects on Shoto were his demeanor, cold and quiet, and a period of almost three years his flames didn't work. The doctor said it wasn't brain damage. It was psychological. It caused a stunt his left sides growth, made it harder to control. And of course, the scar left behind over his left eye.

Ten Years Later…

Shoto and Izuku watched two morons throwing punches. Other people at the party moved around the fight, paying it little mind until. The blonde one threw the red-haired boy through the wall exposing a group of girls playing strip poker in the master bedroom.

"That's my Parents room! Shit!"

Shoto abandoned the fight to find alternate entertainment. This house was big. Shoto supposed it had a library or an office area, there weren't any books on display in the living room, just photos and a seventy-inch tv.

He wandered through the kitchen to a separate hallway past a group of girls doing shots. One of them flashed him and smiled. Denki had a good tip this time. Great party. He smiled back but didn't stop. She was two shots away from a total black out. He could tell, she wasn't standing up very steady, even with a hand firmly gripping the counter. Not exactly someone to talk to.

Shoto found himself in a home office and closed the doors behind him. "Oh, hi." Shoto turned to see a fair skinned girl with dark black hair and matching eyes. She was sitting at the desk holding a book. The title was French, or he was too wasted to read English from five feet away. He was almost sure it wasn't the second one.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" "No! I just needed a break from all the noise." Shoto listened for a moment. He could still make out the lyrics to the song playing in the backyard. 'who am I to disagree, - some people want to use you, some people want to get used by you'

"Right" Shoto looked at the bottle and cups in his hands in his hands, it was a wine bottle. 'At a high school rager. What the fuck? Rich kind problems I guess.' "Do you like Sanguine?" "Sure."

Shoto poured the girl half a cup. Red solo, you're a wonderful wingman. And did the same for himself. Handing it to her he asked. "You didn't introduce yourself Ms.?" She smiled. "Momo"

She sloshed her cup for a moment before taking a sip. Keeping eye contact all the while. "It's a pleasure, I'm Shoto." Shoto mimicked her sloshing his glass and taking a sip keeping eye contact. Shoto stopped and looked at the bottle again, he wasn't a wine liaison or anything, but this wasn't some twelve-dollar wine bottle. "What?" Shoto looked back to her. "This bottle, somebody is getting their ass-kicked"

Momo sipped again. She seemed to swish it around in her mouth. she swallowed and sucked in air, gently, then quietly smacked her lips. Shoto sat in silence waiting for her to say something. "This is a sixty-dollar bottle, it was aged for… twelve years, and has a distinct spring oak tracing."

"Really?" He asked. Momo laughed. Even her laugh was beautiful "No, I'm kidding, I have no idea."

Shoto sipped again. Momo placed the book she was reading earlier aside. "I don't usually come to these kinds of things, I'm only here because my sister wanted to try it."

He nodded. "My friend begged me to come. He's convinced I'm the good looking one."

she hummed. "Mmhmm, I agree." Shoto smiled. "You haven't seen the other one yet" Shoto put a hand to his left eye. "He doesn't have one of these."

"Maybe I have, who is he?" "Kaminari? Yellow hair, electric quirk?" Momo sipped her drink "I like the red and white, it makes me think of duality, chaos and order."

Shoto shrugged. "It's my parents quirks"

"You don't seem like the sort to come to these either" She mused "Not like them" she gestured out the window to a group of loons lighting a bonfire in the backyard.

Shoto recognized one of the loons as his older brother Toya, his white hair gave him away. But thought better of telling her that. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"So, why did you come?" she asked. Shoto shrugged. "I think Kaminari had it in his head would make a good wingman" "Did you?" "I haven't seen him all night." She laughed again. Stopping too soon, He wanted her to keep laughing or read that French book aloud, or the fucking dictionary.

"What about you? Why did your sister drag you out here?" Momo refilled her cup, above the five ounces line, maybe seven. She offered to do the same for Shoto who accepted. She let out a breath, like she was nervous. "She wanted to party, I wanted to find someone to hook up with."

He guessed she expected a flirting response, or rejection. Shoto sipped his wine before responding. Not sure what to say. "Did you change your mind? Or are you just bad at flirting?" Momo looked uncomfortable. "I'm terrible at this apparently. I'll be blunt. You're hot, you're not an asshole, and I would like to have sex with you."

Shoto nodded. "Can we go to your place?" Momo blinked in surprise. "I guess, Why?" Shoto pointed out the window to the two police officers. "This party is kind of dead."

Ok that's chapter one thanks for reading have a wonderful day.

Here's chapter 2 please read and review Lemon time…

Izuku ran when he heard Someone yell 'Cops!' He hadn't been drinking or doing anything wrong per say. He hated alcohol. It simply tasted terrible, it was somewhere between La Croix and Gasoline.

But telling the cops that wouldn't accomplish anything. The only people that needed to run were the fire starters and anyone with drugs. But everyone runs anyways. Izuku considered it a low-cost exercise opportunity.

Izuku sat down on the train, he was home free, he let his adrenaline subside. He was alone on the train, not a person around. He wondered where Shoto was. He might have been grabbed, he had Toya's flirting spirit, despite his mostly reserved nature. He hoped he was ok. He probably was, and if he wasn't, he would be tomorrow.

Elsewhere…

Shoto wasn't worried about anything at that moment except the girl dragging him in the back door of another completely different house. He hoped it was her house. Inside was dark, the moonlight lit up the kitchen and the granite countertops, the living room and the leather sofa, and a left painting half drenched in darkness.

Her room was massive. He didn't bother taking in details past the curvature of her body. She Smiled nervously, helping him unbutton his shirt. while he unclasped her bra. He grabbed her wrists and led her over to her bed. She pulled her shirt and bra off at once exposing her perfect round breasts. Pinning her down. He began kissing her, fervently. She protested at first. This was a hook up, not a romance. He continued down her neck to her left breast. He teased It with his tongue. "God these are perfect." She let out a small moan. Even her moans were perfect.

"Stop… ah, stop messing around." He warmed his right hand and rest it on her other breast. She pressed her body against the warmth. Rubbing her nipple with his thumb he said. "Don't tell me to stop unless you want me too." He kissed her right nipple. She let out a soft moan. "Ah… Ok" He kept kissing, working his way down here perfect body. She hummed her approval. Shoto stopped her from pulling her shorts off. She looked up at him confused. "Wait" he said.

He ran his hands down her sides. He brushed his hands against her shorts. But made no motion to take them off. Instead he worked at the muscles in her thighs, loosening them, unwinding a tight spot he found, just above her knee. Her legs were perfectly smooth, like the rest of the skin on her body. He ran his hands down them, while heating up his body temperature.

She pulled his hand from her leg. "Come on, I wanna… you know…" Her face turning red she averted her gaze. Shoto smiled to himself and as he leans back in unclasped her shorts with his teeth. Her face reddened more. Even in the dim light he could she the carnal desire in her eyes.

She lifted her hips to let him pull down her shorts. He grabbed her ample butt, she let out a gasp. "Stop torturing me." he let go, pulled her shorts and underwear down, then asked "So they do match?" She reddened again. "Are we going to-? Ah!" he cut her off, kissing her smooth, shaved cunt. He licked his lips; they were damp with her flower's nectar.

His immediate reaction was to spit it out. He got off the bed. "What's wrong?" She asked sitting up. "Sorry, I uh, I wasn't expecting that um. flavor" She sat up. "Before we go all the way can I um...?"

she looked away sheepishly. "What?" She looked at him reddening more. "I want to stroke it" she said. Shoto reddened now. "Right… um…" he unclasped his belt and dropped his pants. She pulled him toward the bed "Sit down" She pulled his underwear down and tossed them aside.

Shoto felt weirdly exposed, completely naked in the dark with this girl.

Momo wasn't sure what quantified as huge… but his size looked intimidating, at least six maybe seven inches. She gently grasped it, feeling it twitch she smiled. "Be good and stay quiet" she said. Shoto nodded. She stroked it gently. It stiffened. She pressed her lips to the head. she was greeted with another twitch and a salty moistness at the tip. Shoto groaned softly. "That's not stroking" he said, touching her head.

She pulled her face away, smiled up at him "stay quiet." She kissed the inside of his thigh then licked the bottom of his shaft base to tip. He hummed another groan. They both shuddered, it grew stiffer in her hand. She smiled at him "keep your hands off for this part, ok?" he nodded.

He placed his hands behind his back. She replaced her lips on his head. He gasped as she took it in. her tongue rolling over it. She shifted her grip up and down gently. She felt him twitching, let go with her hand, taking more of it into her mouth. She put her hands on his hips as she started moving up and down. She continued like this for a minute or so before going deeper still.

The sound of her gaging on the head of his dick was easily the most erotic thing he had ever heard. He grabbed her arms. "Please I'm close" she took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head, then grabbed his ass firmly with both hands.

He pushed gently, quickening the pace. Until he couldn't hold it. Shoto blew it hard. She pulled away. He let it fly all over her perfect tits. "Sorry I…" He let her go and she pulled away. She was breathing hard.

"Get me a makeup wipe" Shoto stood and walked over the drawer she pointed at. He retrieved and handed her the wipes. She wiped off her face removing all her makeup. "It's fine, I wasn't thinking about where to put it either."

Shoto took in the difference. She looked plain without make up, but not less pretty. She wiped off her breasts, being very careful around her nipples.

` A soft light emitted from her chest and she revealed a condom. "Can you make anything?" She shook her head. "Not if I don't understand its chemical makeup and structure. I also have a size limit."

She handed the condom to him. "Put this on." She pulled him onto the bed. He lay on his back and she positioned herself above him "Quietly" he nodded. "Quietly"

After making sure the condom was in place. She lowered herself onto him, her breathing deepened as he penetrated her. She dropped her head to his chest wincing in pain. "Oh fuck!" She bit down on his collar bone as he slid deeper.

"Ack!" He wrapped his arms around her holding her tight. "Easy now" she let go, and he loosened his grip.

He couldn't help but run his hand through her hair, gently pulling out her hair tie. If she cared, she gave no sign.

They laid still for a while.

Shoto asked. "Aren't we supposed to move?" "Yeah, in a sec, that really hurt." Shoto ran his hand through her hair, trying to ignore that her boobs were smashed against him. "Ok, let's try this." She sat up again, positioning her feet on either side if his hips.

She started to move, slowly up, just an inch, and back down. It took every fiber of Shoto's being to hold still. "You're killing me Momo" he whined. She breathed heavily: "This might be a bit advanced."

She slowly dismounted him. He rolled off the bed and grabbed her ankles. She let out a small yelp of surprise as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. "Let's try this." He whispered. He pressed his throbbing cock against her dripping core. She bit her lip in anticipation. "Be gentle." Shoto nodded "Right."

He pressed his dick against her again rubbing it against her, she wrapped her legs around his waist whining. "Stop teasing" Shoto nodded again before pressing the head into her. He groaned again. They stared into each other's eyes the carnal desire was back. "I want it" He pushed it in another inch, then another. She moaned and trembled, her legs shaking. He started rocking back and forth, slowly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned in and whispered in his ear: "Fuck me"

The term compliant didn't do his response justice. He climbed on top of her and increased his rhythm, she moaned louder. "More!" they kept going, she started drooling, grabbing his head and pushing his face into her breasts. "Deeper!" he moved his knees further apart and managed to lock his lips around her nipple. The bed was shaking now. Shoto grit his teeth, he was getting close. So was Momo, she felt his dick twitching. She let go of his head and unwrapped her legs from his waste. She patted his head.

He stopped reluctantly and pulled his throbbing dick out of her. They rolled to the side, so she was on top. She moved down on him, pulling the condom off, "big fella, needs a nice touch" she teased, then kissed the head again. Shoto groaned "Come on. Can we-?" he stopped mouth agape, watching her wrap her perfect boobs around his cock. "good boy, you know when to be quiet."

She started rubbing him out, his dick slipped free once she pulled it back in kissing it. "I've got you" She jerked him off harder, her ample breasts were like quicksand. Or fucking a big warm marshmallow. Seeing the face Shoto was making, his eyes rolling back, mouth hung open. Momo smiled. "Almost there" "uh huh" Momo's tits kept bouncing on his dick until he finally came. Momo slowed her titfuck but didn't stop, making sure to wring him out. Shoto pulled away, going flaccid. "Do that to any other guy and they'd probably ask to marry you."

Momo blushed. "Don't make jokes like that." Shoto wasn't joking. But telling her that probably wouldn't help anything. The pair lay side by side on her bed for a several long minutes. He could smell her hair, strawberry, sweat, fuck, and her neck smelled faintly of shea butter.

She reached down to his crotch gently massaging his balls. "Are you done? Or?" Shoto never wanted so desperately to have an erection. "I need a minute, hang on."

Shoto retreated down the bed to rest his head between her thighs again. "Tell me what feels good." He lowered his head. Momo arched her back "mhmmm" Shoto kissed the nub at the top of her clit. Shoto carefully rubbed the edge with his left thumb, cooling it as he slid his finger down. "Ahhh!" Shoto gently pushed his cold finger into her entrance. "aHaaah!" he kissed the entrance above it, letting his warm breath run over it. He started moving his finger in a beckoning motion. She arched her back again. Muffling all sound with her hands. "Oh... my GOD"

"Have you never done this before?" He licked her down again. "ahh, I've rubbed one out before, you mmm, keep doing that temperature thing… Ah... don't stop." Shoto smiled, kissing her cunt again. "Do you finger yourself?" "Shut up" Shoto kissed again, on her inner thigh this time, warm. "Talk to me." Momo started squeezing his head between her thighs. "Lick me" Shoto complied. "Warmer, ahh yes"

"Put two icy fingers in there. Ah… yes more! Ah..." Shoto could feel her body quivering on the edge, so close. Shoto bit her thigh, not a lot of force, just enough to make a mark. That did it. Momo produced a series of Russian nesting dolls and collapsed. panting. Shoto lay down next to her. He picked one up. Holding it in the moonlight, the design was her, mostly. She started tossing the dolls to the floor. Shoto opened it, revealing another, smaller version. "Just throw it away." Shoto set it on her nightstand. "It's cute" Momo blushed.

He laid down with her arms around her. They faded out as the clouds eclipsed the moon.

Ok chapter 3… mostly plot, nothing too weird thanks for reading.

Touya is 20, Natsuo is 18, Fuyumi is 16, Izuku is 15, and Shoto is 14. (Shoto was born in January the year after Midoryia)

Midoryia got home late. No one seemed to notice. He found himself cleaned and eating breakfast at 9:05 a late start for the early risers at the Todoroki Residence. On Saturdays, that was Shoto and himself. Shoto was nowhere to be seen. Weekdays it was Touya and their father. The Endeavor Hero Agency was about forty-five minutes away, thirty if you took the train.

The loud mouths were Touya and Natsuo They could fight about anything. Natsuo slept in by habit, when he was at the house. And Touya wasn't here. Midoryia smiled at the idea of everyone being in a good mood today.

Elsewhere…

Shoto got a rude awakening getting dumped onto the floor. He snapped into focus, sitting up to look at his 'attacker' "Momo what the hell?" "Shh" Momo shoved his clothes into his arms "Get dressed. You need to go!"

Shoto didn't argue. He dressed quickly. "How bad is it?" Momo put a finger to her lips. "My mom and sister are already up. You need to go out the window." "We're on the second floor" Momo didn't look sympathetic, just panicked. "That's not my problem" Shoto felt a little hurt hearing that. "Ok, ok, but if I break my neck and die tell the truth, don't degrade me any worse. Ok?" Momo rolled her eyes, "Fine, whatever." Shoto jumped. He had two advantages. It wasn't very high, and the ground was sloped. He hit the ground rolling and walked off the pain.

Shoto got home twelve minutes to ten. After climbing in his window. While checking the mirror for the mark on his collarbone and the scrape on his hip from the landing he decided the bitemark was worse than the one he gave her. Shoto pulled the Russian doll from his pocket. He wasn't sure why he kept it, a memento from a fling? He didn't like having junk, it found a home in his sock drawer. Then showered and dressed, selecting a collared button-down shirt, to hide the mark. Shoto found Fuyumi in the kitchen at ten O' one. The events of the night before feeling like a lucid dream.

Fuyumi was on her third cup of coffee. Judging by the expression on her face. Shoto didn't understand how she drank it black. He looked at the coffee pot, it was half empty. Twelve cup pot, minus Fuyumi's three, his Dad had two cups at once in a large travel cup, Natsuo had one, and Touya was in police custody for fire-starting again.

"Essay?" He asks. "Power point, I'm assembling a presentation." Shoto poured himself a cup of coffee. "Hmm" "Late night?" Shoto didn't react, he just kept pouring the creamer. "Nah" he said, added three sugars and stirred letting the light overtake the dark in his mug.

Fuyumi kept prodding, trying to carry conversation. "Izuku said you got back after him last night." Shoto sat down with his coffee and omelet. "I guess I did. When did he get back?" "Around two" Shoto nodded. "I wasn't out much later."

Izuku and Natsuo entered the kitchen and sat down at the table, followed by their father. "What's this?" Shoto asked. "A family meeting." said Endeavor Fuyumi looked up. "What about Toya?" "That moron can pay his own bail this time." There was a collective "Oh" "First thing, a party got a little crazy last night, were you two there?" Shoto and Izuku exchanged looks "Yes" "No" they looked at each other again. "I thought that was the deny look?" Izuku asked. "No that's this one" Shoto made a similar look.

Their father boomed. "Enough, I just want to make sure you're ok." Shoto and Izuku nod. "Good" Endeavor seemed to tense up. "Next thing. This might be a bit odd, but it's important." Endeavor breathed for a moment "I probably should have told you all about this sooner. I'm considering getting remarried."

Stunned silence. Shoto spoke to break it. "Ok" Natsuo turned to look at him "How is that your reaction?" Fuyumi was the diplomat she spoke up "Natsuo calm down!" Natsuo stood up putting his hands on the table. "Are going to give an explanation or what?"

Izuku just made one of those faces, like he wants to do something but is still processing the hypothetical alternate timelines, rationalizing everyone's reactions and trying to predict Touya's reaction all at the same time.

Shoto stood up raising his hands in defense to Natsuo. "Just relax for a second" Natsuo looked around processing their reactions. He glared. "Did all of you know about this?" Fuyumi and Shoto said 'no' Fuyumi was a little more panicked in tone. Izuku's reaction involved a lot more stammering.

Endeavor took control "Sit Down!" his children complied, Natsuo reluctantly. "Now if you let me explain, it's been ten years since your mother died. I… was reluctant, but we're serious about this. I've been seeing someone a for a few months, we've kept it private. Her name is Michiko Yaoyorozu, she's a shipping business owner. She has two daughters of her own, she's having a similar conversation with them today."

Enji let out a breath. The man was clearly out of his element. "We wanted everyone to meet in a civil manner. So, their coming to dinner tomorrow night." More stunned silence. "Formal or casual wear?" Shoto asked. "That's too sudden!" Natsuo cried out. Fuyumi agreed with Natsuo. "You should have told someone sooner."

Enji apologized. "I'm sorry, I… I thought you would react poorly. I wouldn't be bothering all of you if I didn't think I was sure." Natsuo stood up and left. "I don't care what you do old man." He left the room, the front door slammed shortly after. The four remaining exchanged glances. Midoryia gave a hearty smile "So, do we need to go to the store?"

Enji gave a hint of amusement at his foster son's optimism. "Four out of five isn't bad. I expected a little more pushback." "Three out of four." Shoto corrected. His father counters "Touya isn't a position to fuck anything up. I'm counting him as a positive." Shoto said: "That skews the data" then sipped his coffee.

Izuku and Fuyumi were the best cooks in the family. Namely because Shoto, Natsuo and Touya, cooked breakfast in tinfoil, on Touya's back while they were 'camping' in the backyard. Shoto and Izuku were seven at the time. They managed to waste all the butter in the house in the subsequent attempts, So Izuku was trained to semi-competence by Fuyumi who regarded culinary work as one of her foremost hobbies. Fuyumi and Shoto agreed dad needed validation. He was honest, hardworking and had done so much for them, raising them, pushing aside his own grief to help the them with their ultimately more traumatic grief. Dad needed something small that he had learned to give in excess to them. Emotional support.

When the doorbell rang Enji answered the door. Shoto, Fuyumi and Izuku stood by. Dad was uncharacteristically anxious, and strangely, his appearance showed no sign of his quirk, apart from his red hair. Gone were the flames that commonly shrouded his shoulders and face. Exposing weakness was hard for him, he could easily be a source authority, commanding, inspiring, awe inspiring or fearless; being emotional was harder.

He greeted Michiko, there was a glint in their eyes, a light. Shoto saw it, he gave a faint, subconscious smile. Michiko Yaoyorozu bowed respectfully, and she introduced her daughters. "It's a pleasure to meet you all, this is Momo and Ochaco, my two girls."

Shoto immediately regret every decision he had ever made in his life, leading up to this moment. The girl he had hooked up with just two nights ago, standing in the foyer, in a red dress filing out the curves very nicely. 'Damn it' he thought to himself 'Don't panic, just act natural'

"This is Fuyumi. Shoto and Izuku my three youngest." Endeavor the force of justice came to view "Where is Natsuo?" Shoto smiled to the guests "Apologies, Natsuo is behaving like a child and won't joining us. And Touya is a man with a hundred hobbies, and a hero career, he couldn't get away from the law this time."

Shoto could see his dad visibly processing the clever wording for my brother got arrested and couldn't come to dinner. Enji sighed "Yes, but I think you'll find they are missing out."

Shoto and Momo exchanged glances. 'Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.' the sound of her crying out in euphoria, rung through his mind. They looked away as soon as they made eye contact. Fuyumi lead them to the dining room. Ochaco made a comment about how traditional the home was.

Shoto made sure not to sit next to or across from Momo; She was doing everything in her power to look at anything but Shoto.

Momo found it wasn't a difficult.

Her mother should have been a novelist, she always studied people. Happy to ask all the questions not always attuned to the discomfort of others. "Touya has his hero License?" she asked. Enji nodded. "He's hard working, if not consistent." Fuyumi cracked a smile. "He's on a quest to replace his secretary as fast as Dad can find them."

"Natsuo is starting university, he wants to work in the medical field."

Momo sipped her tea. She could still feel the mark on her leg. Part of her wished he had broken his neck. Her mom drawled on "And how old are these boys?"

"Shoto is fifteen in January. Izuku turns fifteen in a few weeks."

His voice is like a subwoofer, she thought. Booming. You can hear each syllable across four lanes of heavy traffic. Shoto was so delicate by comparison. He must have gotten it from his mother. Breaking her internal monologue into pieces.

"They're both applying to UA next year."

Momo smiled. Her mother hadn't stopped smiling since dinner started. She kept smiling as she said: "That's wonderful. Momo" she nudged her daughter's shoulder. "They're going into the hero course too." 'God damn fucking flying shit. OF COURSE THEY ARE!' Momo smiled. Summoning all the sweetness in her body. "Wonderful, we might be classmates." She didn't dare make eye contact with her mother. Mom was too good at reading people. She'd know something was going on. Shoto caught the venom in her glare.

"I might be biased. It's a noble calling, the only thing easy about it is deciding that it's difficult."

Izuku spoke, he was surprisingly quiet, nervous maybe? For someone so fit. She could see the definition in his shoulders, through his white shirt. "I'm not so sure, I can get in, not without having a quirk, but I'm going to give it my best."

Momo focused on that, not letting her eyes gravitate to the fuck toy in the seat next to him. "You don't have a quirk?" Izuku nodded. "Still about twenty percent of people in the world don't have a quirk."

Enji spoke up "It's closer to twelve percent now, with DNA testing. But that eight percent can't be detected without a medical professional."

"Those numbers are lower in Japan and the United States." Fuyumi said. "I wrote an essay on it in my English class. American studies aren't sure about why. Japan revived arranged marriages. Other countries produced misinformation to try to kill the concept faster." Mom steered the conversation went back to the kids. "Ochaco wants to go into architecture." Izuku recounted the snowman incident.

Momo finished her tea. "Where's the bathroom?" Shoto stood. "I'll show you." He led her on down the hallway. "Shoto" as she said his name, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. His eyes were cold, his eyebrows furrowed. "Listen to me, we never met before today, never. Whatever you think didn't happen. So, forget about it." She nodded, startled by the hostility, and the closeness. He recoiled from her, but he didn't leave.

"So, you're supporting this?" Shoto shrugged. "I think they're happy together. My dad isn't some cold heartless bastard, he's a person with feelings, and experiences." He looked at his left hand. "It's been ten years. Nobody should have to hurt that long."

Shoto asked. "Are against it?" Momo shifted uncomfortably. "No… I guess not, my mom has been a toxic feminist since my dad left. This is the nicest she's been to someone who found her attractive in years. You don't think this will be weird?" Shoto shrugged. "Just forget about it or you could always go fuck someone else. You saw how easy that was two days ago."

Shoto walked away, when he rounded the corner, he slapped himself. Touya stared on at him. "Touya, you're back?" Touya smiled. "Yeah dad didn't come get me, had to pay bail. You ok?"

"I'm fine. If you're mad go, ask him about the dinner party you didn't get invited to." Touya looked Shoto up and down once. "Is it on right now?" Shoto nodded. "Huh, fun." Touya smiled a mischievous smile. And headed toward the dining room.

"Hey Natsuo, your new sex doll came in the mail!" Touya stopped looking around the dining room. "Damn it, he's not even here."

"TOUYA, SIT DOWN!" Endeavor boomed for real now. Flames threatening to ignite his collar. "OF ALL THE DISRESPECTFUL COMMENTS!" Shoto was standing five feet behind Touya. His head created a mock solar eclipse. "You made me pay my own bail. You could have called and told me you weren't coming" "YOU SHOULDN'T EXPECT ME TO-"

Enji fumed, steam literally coming out of his nose. The flames died away. "Touya please sit down." It wasn't a command. Touya was kind of backwards, ignoring all commands but usually accepting requests. Part of that had to do with being an adult and wanting to be treated like one, even if he didn't act like one. They had been working on that crucial communication. Toya at an empty placemat. Shoto returned to his seat. Michiko smiled and shook his hand "I'm Michiko, pleased to meet the blue-flamed devil in person." Dad almost winced. "Don't compliment him, he's a delinquent that isn't cut out for professional hero work."

Touya mocked a hurt expression while he poured himself a glass of wine. Smelling it before he tasted it. "Oh, this stuff smells nice." Michiko nodded. "It's from southern Italy, it fits with the warm weather we're having, they use a mixture of flowers when it ferments, it hardly effects the taste, but the scent is quite distinct."

Momo returned to the dining room. Touya introduced himself. Her mom mentioned Momo's intentions to join the hero course. "Hero in training tip number one, do not pick fights in the first year." Touya recounted this tale again. "Some guy thought he was hot shit first semester, when the sports festival came around, I tossed him aside like trash. He never had the guts to talk smack to me again."

As the night progressed Shoto and Momo exchanged a few more glances. Ochaco was clearly bubbly and more childish, than her sister. Desert was an Italian rolled and fried pastry called Cannoli. Enji tried to be serious. "I know this all seems odd, but we want to give this a real chance. So, we were talking about moving in together. Sort of like a new chapter in our lives."

There was some surprise. Namely Shoto and Momo. Touya started laughing. "I see what happening here. You're trading me and Natsuo for Momo and Ochaco." Enji frustrated but trying to remain calm. "No, you and Natsuo are part of this family but as adults you get to decide where you live."

"You aren't selling the house, are you?" Endeavor down at his hands. "No. we don't need to, and I'm not trying to wipe out her memory. Just acknowledging that part of our lives is past." Touya chewed at his thumbnail. "Move in with two more teenagers or stay here with just Natsuo. Some choice." He and his father locked eyes. "I can find you a gutter to sleep in if that's preferable." Nobody was sure how that was intended. Touya leaned back in his chair speaking softly. "Damn, ok, when are we moving?"

Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day.

Is any of this hard to follow? Let me know, I'm trying to improve my writing quality. I'm happy with my writing speed if not effectiveness. This is almost 14 pages now.

Chapter _4 to be an adult or to be an asshole.

The next morning.

Shoto, Izuku, and Touya were sitting in the latter's Dodge Challenger. They were parked outside the Orihara residence. Akari was the oldest daughter of the couple that lived there. Natsuo hung out with her whenever he was in a bad mood. They were dating or something.

The three boys nodded in agreement and they left the vehicle. Two approached the front door, Touya waited at the sidewalk. They walked in the front door. Her room would likely be on the second floor, they had something to climb on in the backyard. So, locating her room by process of elimination was easy.

Shoto found the door without being discovered and kicked it open. Natsuo and Akari screamed in surprise. "Ahhh!" Natsuo took about two seconds to process that someone who didn't live here had discovered them. "What are you guys doing?" They were already on him grabbing his ankles. Shoto was glad they weren't half dressed or something.

He started dragging Natsuo into the hallway, where they were greeted with Mr. Orihara. "What the HELL?" The plan was to just keep dragging their brother down the hall despite resistance from the person in question. Akari followed. "Natsuo what's going on?"

"I don't-" "This is just a family matter." Shoto cut him off "Mr. Orihara you have a beautiful home. I apologize for this. He ran away from home and we weren't sure when he was coming back."

"Wait Akari who are these boys?" "That's my boyfriend and his younger brothers, I think. Help!"

*Cha-chinch* Boyfriend?

Shoto and Izuku made I contact and dropped Natsuo's ankles. This was even better than the actual plan. Natsuo predictably high tailed it straight out the front door. Izuku followed suit after bowing and muttering an apology. "I apologize, for my brother's rudeness, good day." Shoto high tailed it right after him with the same gesture. Shoto jumped in the back seat of the Challenger next to Izuku and they were gone.

Natsuo leaned back and hit his little brothers. "Fuck all three of you." Shoto smiled, blocking the swings. Touya spoke up. "We agreed you acted like a child." Natsuo hit him too. "I'm driving, don't hit the driver." "You're 'driving' an overpriced shit-box that gets six miles to the galleon." Touya punched Natsuo "Ow!"

"First, you were a child. Second, an average of 17 1/2 miles to the galleon because I drive it primarily to and from work. Third you buy a car and let's play chicken. This thing will crush any local piece of plastic you will ever drive. Fourth, I haven't replaced a part on this thing in over two years. Fifth the insurance is like pocket change, its indestructible."

Shoto needed to reel them back in. Izuku had the right line. "You missed the dinner with Ms. Yaoyorozu." Natsuo sat back in his seat. "I don't support this, it's not ok, he can't just pretend our mom never happened."

Shoto spoke next: "He isn't, the photos are still out around the house, he still thinks about her. He's healing Natsuo, he had four kids to help through grief counseling, he fostered Izuku and raised him like a son, through way more counselling-" "I know damnit, just tell me what you want?" Touya using the wrong dialogue option: "We're asking you to be more mature."

"HA! From you, that's the funniest shit I've ever heard. Dad should have disavowed you when he found out you put your tongue INSIDE your secretary!" The boy driving rolled his eyes while the other two shuddered. "She was hot, she came onto me and it's not like there was a lawsuit or anything."

Shoto saw the conversation steering away from the selected topic. "Topic at hand Please! What's your problem Natsuo?" Natsuo slammed his fist on the dash "What's YOUR problem? Why do I have to go along with this?" Izuku responded. "Because dad cares about you more than himself." The car got quiet for a moment. Izuku continued. "He's a hero. That's the core of his being, the one thing he never fucked up. He puts his life at risk all the time, it's not worth anything by itself. This is the first selfish decision he's made since the accident."

Natsuo was quiet now. "I'm not asking you to like it or be friends with her kids. Just suffer in silence and be supportive of his healthy decisions. You're eighteen so you can move out whenever."

"Move out? They aren't moving in, are they?" He wants us to move into a new house, with her and her two kids. Natsuo groaned "I can't believe this." "He isn't selling the old house. He doesn't want to yet for logical and emotional reasons." Natsuo seemed to calm down a little. "Fine but. I'm not calling her mom." Midoryia smiled. "If all five of us started calling her mom she might have a mid-life crisis."

Sorry for the short chapter before this. Felt it needed to be.

Chapter 5 _ Moving Day

"Turn it! No!" "NO! the other way!" "wait!" "Stop!" Touya and Natsuo were struggling to get a couch through the front door. To the amusement of their two younger brothers. Ochaco walked up and made the couch weightless. "You guys need some help?" Natsuo and Touya both played cool. "No, we had it under control." Izuku geeked out a little. "Your quirk is so cool. You would make a great rescue hero." Ochaco blushed a little at the compliment. "Oh. Yeah. I guess. Heroic isn't exactly a good adjective for me though."

"Good morning, everybody" Shoto looked over his shoulder to see Momo carrying a box and a duffle and dragging a cooler. She wore a blue tank top, white shorts, and black running shoes. Momo took him in too, he was wearing a light green V-neck that exposed the edge of an almost healed bitemark on his collarbone.

Natsuo and Touya finally managed to get the couch through the doorway. "Good job guys you only blocked the primary entrance to the house for thirty minutes." the older boys yelled: "Shut up Shoto!" Momo turned back to Shoto "Where are the groom and bride to be?" Shoto looked back at her. "They're doing appliance and furniture shopping. They wanted to buy matching appliances." Shoto thought for a moment. "Natsuo's not feeling very supportive of this, try to leave out the wedding jokes." Momo nodded. "Yeah, Ok."

Ochako ran past the two up the ramp to the moving van yelling. "Move it slowpokes! We still Have Momo's ENTIRE wardrobe to unload from the other truck." Boxes started floating out towards them. Momo grabbed one and set in on the ground. "Ochaco if you break a bunch of their stuff living with them is going to be really hard." Ochaco laughed. "There aren't enough boxes to make me drop any."

"We moved most of the boxes already. The only ones left are mine." Said Shoto. Ochaco walked out of the truck and loaded the ramp. Using her quirk so she could maneuver it alone. Momo followed Shoto into the house.

Momo saw the guys trying to center the couch on a wall as she followed Shoto upstairs. Shoto's closet wasn't even half filled. His bed was in the middle of the room and had more clothes piled on it. An empty bookshelf sat in a corner next to the window.

Momo set down the boxes she was carrying and started to open one. "You don't need to help me unpack." Momo shrugged. "I don't mind." She started pulling books off out of the box. "really I'm sure."

Tale of two cites. Love Yourself. Dealing with Trauma. Astrophysics for people in a hurry. Art of War. Momo stopped. She saw a Russian nesting doll in the bottom of the box. Next to a wristwatch, and necklace It took her a second, but she remembered. He had set it on her nightstand; it wasn't there when he left.

Momo turned to him. He looked guilty. "What is this your trophy? You scored and wanted to commemorate it?" Shoto reddened. "It's not a trophy." Momo glared. "Then why did you take it?" Shoto scratched the back of his head. "I'm not sure why I kept it. It was small and I didn't think it would be missed." She still looked pissed. "The wristwatch was given to me by my therapist, the engraving on the bottom says: 'Quod non te occidit, fortior me' It means-" "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Shoto nodded. "I got off the antidepressants a few weeks before. I haven't had a session with him in years. My mom gave me the necklace. I get its stupid, I guess part of me wanted a memento."

Momo stared at him, her expression softer. "You didn't strike me as sentimental." Shoto felt his cheeks warm; "it was my first time too" Part of her wanted to kiss him. 'He's going to be your brother in a few weeks' she reminded herself. Momo set it back in the box. "You should have thrown it away a week ago when I showed up to dinner with your future step-mother." Shoto put his hands up in a calming motion "Quiet, someone might hear." "Why didn't you throw it away?" Shoto looked away. "I'm not sure."

She left the room, he put that box in his closet with only those items inside. He spent the next few hours putting his room together, pushing his bed next to a corner. Turning the bookshelf so the light from the window illuminated it. Filling his closet with his clothes.

He only had half a box of clothes left when Ochaco came in. "Hi Shoto. Touya is back with food." Shoto hung up the shirt he was holding and looked around. "I'll be right down." Ochaco smiled. "Great."

Shoto followed her downstairs past a bunch of boxed marked 'Momo's Shit' in pick sharpie. The others were already sitting at the kitchen table. Momo tried not to make eye contact with him. When everyone was seated Izuku struck up a conversation. "If we're all going to be siblings, does that mean I get to call you both little Nee-chan?"

"I'm older. Aren't I?" "Izuku shrugged. "July 15th?" Momo sighed. "September 23rd Damn it." Izuku always aiming to please said. "I won't call you that if you don't want me to." Ochaco spoke up. "I think it sounds really cute. I'm younger than Momo so you can call me Lil' Nee-Chan if you want, and it really fits because I'm shorter than all of you too." She ate an egg roll. Touya took a sip of Diet Coke and smiled "Hey, Lil' Nee-chan. When is your birthday?" Natsuo didn't seem interested in this conversation. "On December 27th." Touya kept smiling. "I guess that means you can call Shoto, Otuoto-Chan, because his birthday is in January."

Shoto hit Touya. Creating a smacking sound as the blow connected with his uncovered shoulder. "Call me Shoto or don't talk to me." "Ow, I thought you were all for the integration?" "I was, then you decided everyone should change their behavior towards me." Fuyumi decided to mediate again. "Ok Shoto wants to be spoken of by name, which is what we do anyway. So that's the fastest way to include you. I wouldn't mind being called Ane-san it sounds cute, and it never really stuck when Izuku came to live with us." Ochaco smiled "Ok, I'll call you that then."

Shoto picked at his rice. "Our parents should probably be addressed formally, since we aren't actually related. The alternative is having to call Endeavor 'Father'." Shoto continued. "Your mother seems like she cares a lot for her appearance. I don't mean vain, just self-conscious. Two adults calling her mom might make her uncomfortable."

Izuku started rattling off his thesis. "Well technically the term 'mom' is used for the woman that birthed you. If we were younger; I wouldn't think it would matter, my situation for reference. I had a mother I loved, and a dad who chose not to I call Enji 'father' because he 'chose' too. He has done more for me than my real dad ever tried to. I think its chiefly a term of endearment. My mom didn't choose to stop being a part of my life, she was taken away. I won't ever resent her for that. But all of you need to decide where you draw the line, respect the person you knew and acknowledge this new piece of our social structure."

Midoryia stopped, seeing their eyes fogging like the mirror after a hot shower. "Sorry I lost you guys there." Momo made a face like she was in thought. 'Seven to zero on expressions that were cute on her face.' Shoto pushed the thought away. Instead thinking about the

Fuyumi's face lit up "Momo, do you want help with the painting you're doing in your room?" Momo looked up again. "Sure, I could use some help, are you any good at painting?" Fuyumi smiled sorry I'm terrible, Shoto took some classes though. Shoto realizing his sister was trying to throw him under the bus. "I've got a lot of unpacking to do still." Touya protested. "Na, no, nuh uh, no. Her crap has turned the entire second floor into god damn a fire hazard." "Language" fuyumi protested. Touya waved her off. "If you can speed up her getting her crap out of the hallway, you're doing it." Ochaco spoke up too. "I was just in your room Shoto aren't you on the last box?"

Shoto had been cornered in a different way. Momo tried to alleviate the pressure "I'll have my stuff out of the way by tomorrow night..." Shoto didn't see a point in letting the discussion continue. "I'll help. What are you painting?" Momo folded her hands in her lap. "I'm trying to recreate a scene from Okami using Italian renaissance painting techniques." Shoto nodded slowly. "I heard realistic outdoor scene with a wolf deity in the middle." Momo nodded "Yeah, essentially. I just want to finish the parts near my furniture before I move anything in." Touya gave an annoyed look. "Just go get your crap out of the hallway."

Momo spent most of the afternoon working on the painting in her room. Shoto spent that time moving boxes labeled 'Momo's shit' into her room from the hallway. "How do you own this much clothing?" Momo looked up from the paints she was mixing. "I didn't bring ALL of my clothes. If I miss something, I can just make a new one with my quirk." Shoto stared at her. "Ok, new question. How the hell is EVERYTHING you own not in these boxes?"

Momo glared for a moment then smirked. "It's called capitalism you should try it sometime." She said. 'Eight for eight sass is cu-' "Don't patronize me." he said cutting off his own thought process.

Momo pressed the harassment "I was kind of surprised you owned non-formal clothes. You wore the same formal outfit to dinner with your future step-mom as a high school rager." Shoto glared at her, was she was trying to get him mad? "Not to mention that bitemark isn't flattering at all." Shoto blushed but retorted. "It FELT pretty flattering." Momo's face turned red, she turned away and mumbled something Shoto didn't quite hear.

She turned back to the wall she was painting. The cherry blossom was an inaccuracy, but the lighting was spot on so far, he counted fifteen shades of pink, and she wasn't even half done. Shoto sat down on the far end of the wall, he could paint grass, it was stenciled on the wall already. "I'm not sure I should ask this" He began, calmly. "You went looking for a hook up, it was your first time, why?" She didn't turn her head. "I just wanted it over with. If I did it, I could disillusion myself, it would be a stupid thing I tried once."

He stopped painting and looked at her, "You thought a rager was the best place for that?" "Shut up, it was an easy place to find someone I wouldn't have to speak to again." "Evidently not." Momo set down her palate. "Comments like that are going to get your ass kicked." 'wrong dialogue option Shoto' he thought. "I'm just trying to understand your logic." She glared at him. "What about you? I'm fairly sure your, 'logic' was thinking with your dick."

Shoto squinted at her. "Stop doing that, you're antagonizing me. I'm not going to act like an asshole just so you can lie to yourself." Momo huffed. "Lie to- What are you talking about?" Shoto studied her face for a moment. When had she gotten so close? Her eyes showed anger, and fear. Then the realization hit his clueless ass like All Might one punching Vaccine Man. "Shit" he whispered as he dropped his paint brush and the piece of carboard on the ground.

Momo looked concerned now. "Its fine" she said, pulling a piece of fabric from her exposed stomach. "I spilled some paint earlier." 'That's how quickly, her mask dropped.' Shoto thought as she started to wipe away the spilled paint. She looked up handing him a cloth. "Shoto are you going to-" he cut her off, crashing his lips onto hers. She protested, but only momentarily, she rolled back pulling him on top of her. Her tongue invading his mouth. Her hand pulled at his bringing it towards her chest.

Then he stopped, pulling away. Both of their faces were red as the sucked in cool paint scented air. She tried to continue the kiss, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist. "I fucking knew it." He let go, stood and strode to the door. Momo looked on in confusion. He checked the hallway. No one was there, only a few boxes remained. He could here weights being moved around in the basement, just over the sound of music from across the hall, it had a pink placard labeled: Ochaco. Shoto withdrew from the hallway.

Closing the door again, he spun to face Momo, who was standing now. "What?" Shoto closed the distance grabbing her arms. He spoke in a serious, flat tone, like a test proctor. "This isn't happening. Just because we've had sex doesn't mean I like you. If I did like you, you would have gotten off more than once. It was hormones. Those hormones are gone." "Shoto" he stopped her letting his frustration drip from his voice. "No! you're an idiot, you zip it." Shoto kept going, "While we live together there will be no groping, kissing, biting, or fucking. If our parents decide to get married that makes us siblings. I don't have any intention of adding incest to my list of experiences."

Shoto breathed hard. Momo's eyes shined like she was holding back tears. Shoto let go of her.

More lemons coming soon, need to do another short chapter first. I'm having fun with this. Thanks to Teaplease1717 for pointing out a plot hole that needed to be addressed. Have a wonderful Day!

Wanted to do some stuff before the lemons. Make it feel more realistic.

Closing the door again, he spun to face Momo, who was standing now. "What?" Shoto closed the distance grabbing her arms. He spoke in a serious, flat tone, like a test proctor. "This isn't happening. Just because we've had sex doesn't mean I like you. If I did like you, you would have gotten off more than once. It was hormones. Those hormones are gone." "Shoto" he stopped her letting his frustration drip from his voice. "No! you're an idiot, you zip it." Shoto kept going, "While we live together there will be no groping, kissing, biting, or fucking. If our parents decide to get married that makes us siblings. I don't have any intention of adding incest to my list of experiences."

Shoto breathed hard. Momo's eyes shined like she was holding back tears. Shoto let go of her. "You're being stupid, this isn't the basis for any kind of relationship." Momo blinked the moisture from her eyes. "Get out" Shoto left. Deciding to look at the backyard.

Elsewhere…

Enji was sitting in a recliner with the least relaxed face Michiko had ever seen part of her wanted to laugh. "I don't like these" he used a softer voice around her, but it was leaning toward his normal voice now. I can't stand up fast enough. She smiled at him. "It's not for standing up, it's for relaxing" "I know what it's for, I have a bed for that." He stood up from the chair. "Your bed has a very different use now" Michiko joked. Enji looked slightly embarrassed. "I told you I don't want a motorized one." Michiko smiled his stubbornness didn't have any limits, "Alright, I tried." She turned to the sales assistant who was helping them, "We'll take that cream chair he said he liked, and the couch that matched it."

The scrawny man nodded and made a note on his device. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" "We still need a toaster oven." Enji waved it off, just have him pick out a stainless steel one and let's go. He's payed to improve customer satisfaction. I want to check on the kids. Touya hasn't checked in since the moving truck left." "Which Truck?" Michiko asked. Enji looked confused, "There were two?" Michiko smiled sweetly. "Sorry, I used Momo's wardrobe to move some delicates like my china, your tea set, the tea tables, various artworks." Enji nodded. "Right, we should probably go, if we give the boys to much free time then they're liable to do something stupid."

"Right, Tom!" She called and the sales assistant answered right away. "Yes ma'am?" "Were going to check out. Can you have it all delivered this week?" "Yes of course." "Excellent. How do I leave a performance review?"

LATER…

Touya found Momo's cooler, it had water, Gatorade, coke, cold cuts, cheese and a few La Croix Touya sipped a La Croix thinking it had alcohol and proceeded to through it out an open window followed by its companions. "AND STAY OUT!"

Ochaco who saw the act unfold burst into laughter. "I would have drunk those, damn." Touya looked at here with joking pity. "You poor unfortunate soul. What did your parents do to you?" Natsuo quipped "Dude you drink diet coke that crap is way worse for you." Touya retorted instantly. "Shut up Pepsi!" Fuyumi shouted from the kitchen. "Touya! Stop messing around."

Ochaco stopped and looked around. "Hey, are Shoto and Momo still painting?" Touya shrugged. "I'll check on them." Touya found Momo painting her mural. "Hey, where's Shoto?" Momo didn't look up from her work. "What time is it?" "Quarter past seven." "I kicked him out around four thirty."

Touya took note of the pile of boxes, and the flattened empty ones. "Are you going to finish unpacking?" Momo chuckled "And risk having to pack it all up again? No thanks." Touya left her to her devices in search of his little brother. He found Shoto, in the backyard, he managed to weed out most of the flowerbeds. The entire patio had a white foam on it. Shoto was sitting in a pink lawn chair reading a book, his feet were propped up on a marble cupid statue. "Hey Shoto! What's all this white shit?"

Shoto wove. "It's algae killer, don't lick it. I'm going to rinse it off in about twenty minutes." Touya yelled back. "I'm not going to lick it I'm not a dog." Shoto surprised him with a quip "Does dad know? He'll be thrilled!" Touya yelled, letting his flames lick his hair. "Fuck you Shoto! What do you want for dinner? Don't say soba!" "Then why did you ask?"

Touya closed the door and walked away. "Prick."

A little bit later…

Momo had made a lot of progress, despite the distraction a certain Todoroki posed. Part of her wanted to skip the texturing on the tree trunk, but she decided she wanted to make it right. Momo was working to capture a sea spray effect when her mother tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped at the sudden contact. "Mom! Don't scare me like that." Her mother made a hurt look. "I said hi when I walked in dear." Momo set down her palate. "I'm sorry this whole move thing has just been-" "Stressful?" her mother asked. 'And a few dozen other choice words' she thought to herself "Yeah a bit, I was going to say weird."

Michiko put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Tell me about it, whatever's wrong just talk to me." Momo sighed. "No, it's not like that, I just want to know, are you sure about any of this? About… What do I even call him? he's not my dad, not yet at least. Calling him Enji is weird. The only thing that makes sense is Endeavor." Michiko smiled. "Just call him Todoroki-san its formal and if you decide it call him something else it'll be fine." "Right. Are you sure you want to marry him?" Michiko stopped smiling, instead a look of concern. "I wouldn't be dragging you and your sister into this if I didn't think I was sure." "Right. It's just that I can't unpack. I can't. I'm wasting my time with this fucking painting because I'm convinced were only going to be here a few weeks." Momo stopped choking up a little.

"I'm sorry mom, I-" her mother cut her off pulling her into a hug. "shh, its fine, I understand. It's hard, I didn't think this would ever happen either. You know too much about the mistake that was my dating life." Her mother joked, then kissed her head. "I'm sorry for putting you through this again, but I think this is real this time. I get its intimidating being around all these people. Just give them a chance like when Ochaco came to stay with us, it took you two weeks to talk to each other."

Momo smiled at the thought, she was so kind, nice, bubbly even, squishy if you are so inclined. Ochaco was a gem of humanity. They stood like that for a bit holding each other. Her mother broke the embrace just a moment to soon. "Ok, let's go downstairs, we brought back some takeout. Tomorrow we'll do some home cooking with our new kitchen appliances."

Momo wiped the wetness from her face and followed her mother. The Touya and Natsuo were drinking their respective soda preference while flipping off the other. Izuku was unloading the cooler she brought over, into a new fridge that Ochaco was reading the instruction manual to.

Mom sat next to Fuyumi who had her face buried in her laptop. Shoto was nowhere to be seen. Momo grabbed a box of rice and a container of orange chicken, she remembered him eating it at lunch, and found him in the backyard. The patio was very clean, and well lit. Shoto sat alone with a plate of dumplings, rice and pork.

Momo sat down trying to strike up a normal conversation, "You did a great job cleaning the patio. I saw it before… yikes." Shoto looked at her chewing. She kept talking "I finished the tree, the Okami is going to be hard to color properly." When he swallowed, he said, "You were crying, I'm sorry." Momo put a hand to her face, "No, you didn't- it wasn't your fault. Well you were part of it…" Momo stopped, she ate some rice. "Can we start over, just pretend that this is our first private conversation?" "Sure, I guess."

Momo breathed for a moment, "Why are you going into the hero course?" Shoto looked at her blankly. "I need a reason?" Momo groaned. "ugh, ok I'll start. I want to be a hero because helping people means a lot to me." Shoto shrugged. "I guess to prove Touya sucks at it." Momo stared at him. Shoto shrugged again, "I don't get why you need a reason to help people."

Momo drummed her fingers. "What's your favorite subject." "History and Literature." Momo continued. "What do you do for fun?" "Martial arts and reading." Momo thought for a moment. "Do you talk to people at school?" "Izuku. And Kaminari but he's annoying." Momo stared at him. 'I hooked up with a social outcast.' "How did you have the charisma to flirt with me?" Shoto stared back blankly. "I thought this was our first private conversation." Momo rubbed her temples. "For fucks sake. At that party, how did you flirt with me?" Shoto smirked. "I didn't, you asked an intoxicated teenage boy for-" "Shut up"

Thanks for Reading! Have a great day!

Ok I really feel stupid jerking everybody along not doing lemons for five chapters, that's my bad. So, there's more this chapter.

Chapter 7 Working Hard

Kaminari approached Shoto "Hey man there's this hot chick that transferred here, she's two classrooms down you want to go say hi" "No" come on the electric quirked boy dragged his friend down the hall. "Come on if you refuse to talk to every cute girl people will think you're gay. Let's go."

Shoto sighed, getting dragged along. The girl was predictably tall dark haired and black eyed, some one he met over a week ago. "Hi, I'm Denki Kaminari but you can call me whatever you like." the electric quirked boy had more confidence than brains, but he never really cared about Shoto's family or upbringing. He only had brain capacity for two things girls and food. That made him likeable if a bit of a moron.

The four of them had agreed to pretend they don't know each other at school, to prevent gossip from spreading. "My friend here is Shoto Todoroki" "It's nice to meet you Kamanari-san, Todoroki-san." "likewise. Hmm, were out of time" the first bell rang. Denki and Shoto started walking back to class. "See totally hot, what I tell you?" Shoto smiled "you were right"

LATER…

Shoto tried to find Izuku after class. Shoto saw him fishing something out of a pond, but he was on the second floor when he saw him. Shoto was on his way home when he found the morons backpack under an overpass. Shoto checked it for a notebook that was missing. "Hero analysis, off course."

A boom a few blocks away got his attention. It rattled Shoto's teeth and made his palms sweaty. Smoke started rising. Shoto felt a weight in his stomach drop. His father told him of the power of intuition. He'd never used it before now, but somehow, he knew Izuku was about to do something stupid.

Shoto took off running carrying both bags. He found Izuku watching the villain fight. "Izuku, you dropped this" Izuku looked at Shoto like he was trying to hand him a lit stick of dynamite. "Shoto?" Izuku grabbed his bag from his foster brother. And took off running at the sludge villain.

Shoto tried to grab is loon brother. Izuku just barely outran him and threw his bag at the Sludge Villain. The villain took a swing at the green-haired boy. Shoto swung faster. "Ice Spear!" The attack landed on the villain's right arm, freezing almost a third of the villain's body.

Then there was a sucking of air, an electricity. Shoto didn't have time to do anything else. A force knocked him onto his back, wind whistling in his ears. When it stopped his opened his eyes. It was raining and The number one hero All Might stood over him, holding Izuku and... was that Katsuki?

"There is no need to fear, because I am here!" Shoto had one objective. 'don't faint' "HAHAHA" The symbol of peace placed Bakugo and Izuku next to him. "In the future please leave the heroics to professionals like me, ok boys?" Shoto and Izuku nod.

All Might vanished as fast as he had appeared. Izuku and I got chewed out by the heroes. Most of it was a blur. Dad was proud and Ms. Yaoyorozu was a little concerned. Izuku said something like his body moving without thinking. Dad got quiet then, I didn't think much of it at the time.

Over the next few days, we found our idea of normal. Touya and Natuso were barely around due school, work, girlfriend and commuting time. Dad and 'Mom' worked hard to keep this address secret from reporters so, they were barely at this house, except when they knew the other would be here. Izuku started a new work out program called his "All American Dream Plan for the Future" which for some reason didn't include use of the gym in the basement. Ochaco was out a lot because she had an internship at a construction company.

Momo spent most of her time in her room, so Shoto had the house to himself all afternoon. He spent those afternoons swapping a Diet Coke and Pepsi label and burying them in the bottom of the drink compartment, studying, reading, and working out.

A few years ago, the guys had had made the ladder from Green Arrow's lair. A ladder with rungs every two feet but only one handle, the handle had to be moved up with the user. Izuku was the only one who ever used the entire thing for more than a few minutes at a time. Shoto had been intent on beating him at that for the past few months.

Shoto was drenched in sweat, he had gone up and down on the first two rungs for almost five minutes before dropping to the floor. Shoto grabbed his water bottle and let the few drops that were in it trickle onto his face, 'empty' he thought. Shoto wiped off his face and hung the towel around his neck, then dragged himself upstairs.

Momo was on the couch, watching a documentary about sharks. Shoto did a double take, she also had a college level chemistry textbook in her lap. Momo looked at him, they made eye contact, but didn't speak. Shoto moved on, retrieving a low sugar Gatorade from the fridge.

Shoto sat on the other end of the couch, it was a beige cream color. Momo didn't look up from her book. He found himself rubbing the scar tissue where her canines had clamped around his collar bone two weeks ago.

After a moment of silence Shoto asked: "How do sharks have sex?" Momo looked up, her cheeks flushed. "Huh?" Shoto explained. "They give birth, right? So, they have to fuck right?" Momo looked away, her face still red. "Some do, others do egg stuff, and a few are born with yolk sacs, I'm not sure about all sharks, but great whites bite down on the female to hold on."

"Is sex all guys think about?" "We think about food when were hungry and sometimes, we think about explosions." Momo smiled that perfect smile. Shoto decided to change the subject. "Why are you studying college level chemistry?" Momo's smile faded. "I'm trying to learn more about organic materials." My quirk transmutes the fats in my body into other materials, if I can learn more about that process, I might be able to be more efficient with my quirk or just make chemicals my body needs to stave off sleep and exhaustion in disaster scenarios. Shoto nodded. "like creating oxygen while you're trapped underwater?"

Momo nodded "In the strictest sense, I was thinking like adrenaline, as a way to stimulate my body to do things it couldn't normally." Shoto drank from his bottle while she talked. "You could just do cardio, if your heart is effective enough you can raise the about of blood sugar your body can safely handle."

Momo paused. "that would allow me to, store more material to transmute, although I can theoretically let my body fat level go down to five percent, raising it would be more effective."

"We have a treadmill downstairs."

The pair found themselves in the gym. Momo set her pace at seven miles per hour, a brisk jog Shoto gave her some tips and left her to work. Shoto returned to the ladder for his final rep. Pull up, ascend, pull up, ascend pull up, descend, pull up descend, repeat. Izuku was WAY too much of a fitness nut. He could probably tear Yamcha in half from Dragon Ball Z. Shoto by comparison wasn't nearly as capable.

Shoto ended the rep early, his arms burning in all the tough spots, tearing ligaments and pulling muscles wasn't a thrilling experience, best to call it early. Shoto pulled his shirt off and wiped his face with a dry part.

Shoto turned to watch Momo, her back was t him Shoto noticed. Momo was sweaty too, her shirt clung to her body, sticking to her chest, her shorts too clung to her legs and her ass. She wasn't normal, she was sculpted, crafted in an angel's tender embrace. He hair didn't grow; it was spun on a loom. Her skin was perfect too. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of her perfect smooth skin, on his chest, arms, on his hands, under his lips.

Momo pressed a cold bottle to his face, making him jerk backwards into reality. She was right there. He could see her sweat dripping down her face. "I thought I lost you for a second." She flashed a smile. "Somethings got to be wrong with the heater. It shouldn't be so warm in here." He said. Momo shrugged. "It's not so bad, just drink some water." Shoto took the bottle and drained it. Momo checked her watch, "We still have a few hours before anyone gets back." Shoto nodded, she kept talking. "We both need a bath." Shoto initiated, "Let's bathe together." Momo stared at him. "What?"

Shoto stared back, "That's where you were going with that, right?" Momo nodded, "I just… you aren't my brother Shoto." Grabbed her as started planting kisses down her sweaty neck. The salty flavor covering his lips. Momo let out a tiny squeal of delight, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck yes!" He pulled her shirt off revealing a grey sports bra. "Oh, Shoto" She whispered his name in his ear, he pulled her boob loose and kissed her nipple, he licked It, he bit it just hard enough to make her gasp. He sucked on it. Momo stifled a moan through her nose. Hmmm oh god yes.

I shortened this chapter to get here quicker. I had it in my mind they'd do it on the couch, but I was like Meh, it doesn't really work yet. Lemon chapter next.

I'm ending this fic here. The incest thing is a little too weird. Here's the last chapter.

Chapter eight HARD WORKOUT

He grabbed her as started planting kisses down her sweaty neck. The salty flavor covering his lips. Momo let out a tiny squeal of delight, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck yes!" He pulled her shirt off revealing a grey sports bra. "Oh, Shoto" She whispered his name in his ear, he pulled her boob loose and kissed her nipple, he licked It, he bit it just hard enough to make her gasp. He sucked on it. Momo stifled a moan through her nose. "Hmmm, oh god yes."

She pulled his face away from her chest and she kissed him, their mouths fought to dominate each other, She pushed him to the floor this time, feeling the muscles in his shoulders, working them loose in with her fingers. They broke away gasping for breath. Shoto moaned when she hit a tougher knot of muscle in his upper arm "Oh, fuck me"

Momo smiled, breathing hard "Okay." She kept working he fingers through his shoulders, down to his pectorals. She kissed him again, slowly, setting a slow pace with her hands and tounge. Shoto tried to pull at her shorts but she pushed his hands away. "Hangon" he put his arms down and let her continue massaging him, she lowered her hips to press her core against his bulge, she started moving back and forth, rubbing against him. Shoto clasped his hands with hers interlocking their fingers. "Momo, quit playing around" "Okay" Shoto wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side. She pulled her shorts down and he did the same.

Momo turned over, flaunting her naked ass at Shoto "You like this too, don't you?" Shoto grabbed her hips and started rubbing his cock against her ass. "It's perfect just like the rest of you." Momo felt his shaft slide under her, teasing her exposed core. He entered her like that, pumping slowly, letting her acclimate to the deeper position. Shoto put a hand on her hip and pushed the other one to the floor. "Put your legs together." They both lay on their side. Shoto pushed his rock-hard cock into her again, it was tighter in this position she could feel it. Shoto could too. He was breathing hard, "Fuck." Momo smiled "I know right?" Shoto pulled out. "Not that, we forgot a condom."

"Shit"

Momo cursed herself for being so stupid. She handed Shoto a rubber. "We should go upstairs" Momo nodded. "Yeah" then she smiled "but first you're going to make me cum on that leather couch." Shoto shook his head "No way." She smiled nodding. she bundled up their clothes and ran upstairs.

Shoto followed cautiously he found her sitting in the middle of the new couch, she had replaced her sports bra, and pulled on a pair of tall socks "Shoto come and take me" Shoto's dick stood shamelessly tall. "Fuck it" he planted his feet, put on the rubber and leaned in for another kiss. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in. They moaned into each other's mouths. Momo setting the pace as she groped his ass. They broke the kiss and he started to increase the tempo. Momo pleaded "More!" Shoto compiled, he kept going, then he grabbed her leg and swung it over to pin her ankles together. The shift made Momo moan again. "oohh hia!"

He could feel her insides tighten around his dick. The rubber condom was thicker than the ones they used last time. He could feel a distinct difference, though by the sound of it she didn't care whither he could feel it. "Oh Fuck," she cried "keep going, were almost... huuh!" "Momo" she was panting hard. "almost their" she pushed her hands under her sports bra and started massaging her boobs. "Shoto talk dirty to me!" Shoto wasn't sure how that worked but tried his best, "Ok, you fucking slut, haven't you come yet? I'm going to churn your insides like fucking butter." Momo moaned again "Ohhh god! Just a little more!"

Shoto started kissing her calf, he started bucking his hips harder, prioritizing penetration over speed. Shoto then moved his hands up her calves to her knees pulling them together, letting her heels rest on his shoulder. "Oh, fuck." She could feel herself tightening around him too."I'm going to keep screwing you until you go fucking insane!" Momo's insides started spasming, he shoved as deep as he could go, feeling her cum around his dick. Shoto let go of her legs, sweat dripping from his face again. She rolled to her side, he watched her chest rise and fall. She looked up to see his dick, he put it to her lips, she licked her juices off the condom, kissed it, took it in and sucked it for a moment then dragged her teeth across it.

She smiled up at Shoto "Shoto, we should probably clean off the couch and get in the bath" Shoto knelt in front of her. "You wanted to fuck down here" he said before kissing her thigh. He worked his way in, using his quirk to cool his lips she shuddered at each touch. "I wanted to remember this." Shoto kissed her low on her cunt, cold. She shuddered. "Oh, you'll remember this, every time you sit here, you'll remember my tongue inside your holiest of unholies." Shoto slipped his tongue into her clit, the warm wetness chilled and left her legs and back covered in goosebumbs. "Knock that off, were fucking."

Shoto stood up pulling off the rubber. "I fucking hate this thing." Momo smiled, "I used a thicker material, made It harder for you to waste it." Momo took it from him. "I'll take this, you wipe off the couch, then I've got a surprise for you in your room." Momo ran a hand on her tits as she said 'surprise' Shoto smiled at the prospect of another tit job. "Okay" Momo turned the condom inside out and polished the precum off it, then walked away. 'Fucking slut' he thought.

Momo was waiting for him bent over his bed. Her ass stuck out at him. She heard him come in but didn't turn her head. "Good boy, now take your reward" she spread her cheeks with her thumb and middle finger, leaving her pointer to tease the entrance. Shoto smiled, he came up behind her and pressed his tip against her little butthole. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" Momo sighed "Yeah, good call." She handed him a latex, 'ultra thin' was stamped on the wrapper. Shoto put it on and picked up where he left off, teasing her ass.

"Put it in, already." Shoto complied, pushing into unknown territory. Momo squirmed for a bit. "Holy Shit" she found the rhythm and started rolling her hips against his thrusts. Shoto kept pumping, "Oh my god, this is fucking magical." Like all good things, it ended too soon. He found his limit, he thrusted deep and gave in. He pulled out saying, "That's fucking awesome."

Momo looked displeased "not for me its not." Shoto didn't know how to respond. "I ah… so what to do you want to do next?" Momo smiled "Eat me out again" Shoto thought for a moment "Do you own fishnet stockings?"

Momo left the room then returned in fishnets, the socks she was wearing were abandoned, and the sports bra was replaced by a tight-fitting T-shirt. She giggled with excitement. She found Shoto laying on his back on the bed. She mounted his head and he worked his magic tongue, warm, cold, warm. He knew exactly how to play with the sensitive bits. "Mmm oh god"

She couldn't keep it in, she came all over his face. She didn't let Shoto get up, she reversed her position, and lowered her mouth to his crotch. 'Nice' she thought to herself as she started stroking his hardening dick. Stroking, sucking, licking. She felt it the heat building. They came together. Momo rolled off Shoto so he could breathe. He immediately stat up panting. "Fucking Nice damn"

Momo stood up. "We need to stop, someone could be home any minute." Shoto nodded. "Yeah, go shower I'll wait."

Ok that's a rap thanks for coming. Bye everyone.