Izuku and Shouta are dating, Hitoshi is a mutual friend of theirs, who acts like a feral cat and enjoys causing chaos, it’s why he gets on so well with the both of them. If he and Izuku have a sleepover because they’ve just finished a mission together, and Shouta’s out working a night shift, Hitoshi will send him a video of him pecking his boyfriend on the forehead, a saccharine ‘goodnight honey bunch’ on his lips, then ends the video with him flipping off Shouta. Shouta, in retaliation, decides to hunt him for sport for his grievances because he’s not about to let that slide.
Whenever Inko is out with her six year old son, Izuku, he’ll carry loads of stickers to hand out to every person they see on their outing. Most accept the sticker if they don’t notice his shoes first because as soon as they do that’s when their kindness evaporates, but, Izuku doesn’t give up because there’s only one person who’s seen his shoes and not given him a hard time for it. There’s a black haired boy with eyes the colour of liquid gold when the sun hits them who they always bump into when they’re out. Inko’s pretty sure the boy can’t be more than a couple years older than her boy. The boy has never said his name, and she can tell Izuku’s been itching to ask, but, knows better to be patient. She’s also noticed that he treats Shouta a tad different than everybody else, they get to choose which sticker they get. For this boy in particular he doesn’t get to pick which sticker he gets, instead, he gets given Izuku’s favourite sticker from that pack. After the first couple of times the boy received the stickers from Izuku, he realised it wasn’t going to stop, and felt terrible about not giving anything in return, so, he started giving him his favourite, most smoothest and prettiest rocks that he could find. Inko has to actively stop herself from squealing every time they interact because she’s obsessed with penguins, and she knows that penguins are one of the most loyal creatures out there because they choose one partner to spend the rest of their lives with. One of the ways they show how in love they are is by giving each other presents (mainly rocks, but, she reckons stickers can work just as well considering her boys aren’t birds) she can tell that this is only going to grow into something beautiful. She’d be right, it only takes a year for them to find out that the boy’s name is Shouta, and that he’s only a year older than Izuku. They start hanging out more, even going as far as going to each other’s houses. They make friends with Shouta’s parents and they have dinner together. Inko watches as their boys’ eyes soften and hands linger as they get older. She’s not surprised when her boys (they’re grown men to everyone else, but, she’ll always consider them to be her boys) come home one day for dinner to tell her they’re dating. There’s a lot of tears and tissues, but, ultimately she’s ecstatic for them.
(Content warning: brief mention of blood from lip bite)
Izuku offered Shouta lip balm because he noticed his lips were dry and cracking. Shouta, the delusional man he is, doesn’t think his lips are all that dry, so, Izuku asks him if he can prove it to him. He nods, jolts a little in surprise when he finds himself being kissed, but, gets with the program quickly because he’s not going to miss being kissed by his boyfriend for anything. Izuku’s hands are in his hair, there’s not a single thought in his head, except, Izuku’s kissing me. I love you. I need you. Kiss me more. Kiss me until we both can’t breathe. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without him. Let me live inside of you. Live inside of me, so, we’re never apart again. He melts into the kiss, twining his arms round Izuku’s waist, bringing him closer, resting his hands on the small of his back, enjoying how Izuku feels under his hands as he glides his fingertips up and down. He gasps a little when he feels Izuku bite his bottom lip gently, and because it’s so dry it cracks, bleeding a little. He tries to chase Izuku when he pulls away, only noticing the sting when he licks his lips still yearning to taste Izuku. He pouts frowns as he grabs a tissue and dabs at it carefully putting pressure on it, making sure the bleeding stopped. He holds his hand out with a sigh to a giggling Izuku who places the lip balm on his palm. He grumbles about how having dry lips during the summer shouldn’t be a thing with how humid it gets, and decides it’s pretty stupid that every time you lick your lips your drying them out. He puts it on, pulls Izuku back in for a kiss because once just isn’t enough. He could spend forever doing this and only this if it meant he could be with Izuku.
Got this vivid image of Izuku accidentally getting Shouta into crime tv shows because he doesn’t watch much television, and wanted to spend more time with Izuku. He’s sat himself down on the sofa with his arm curled round Izuku’s shoulder and started watching. Except, he’s appalled at what he’s seeing, and very quickly finds himself unwillingly being suckered in. He can’t believe how much these characters get away with, how many laws are broken, as well as how shady they are. He makes notes as he watches in disbelief because he doesn’t want to have to repeatedly pause because that’ll just be an inconvenience to the both of them. However, as soon as the episode is over he’ll rant Izuku’s ears off. Meanwhile, Izuku will be laid down on the sofa, head propped up on his elbow and twirling his hair between his fingers, kicking his feet back and forth as he listens because he loves how passionate Shouta gets.
Raising a dragon hatchling was nothing like anything Izuku had experienced before.
It was chaotic.
It was exhausting.
It was also the most beautiful thing in the world.
Every single moment of their child’s life was filled with something new—new discoveries, new trouble, and new reasons for Shouta to stress himself into an early grave.
And Izuku?
Well.
He had never loved anything more.
{
“Shouta, I think they’re eating a rock.”
“What?!”
Shouta immediately turned from where he had been cleaning his claws, his golden eyes locking onto their hatchling—who, indeed, was chewing on a large rock.
Izuku blinked. “Oh, never mind. They spat it out.”
Shouta groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “They’re going to kill me.”
Izuku grinned, watching as their child, completely unbothered, pounced on a butterfly. “You’re the one who said you wanted to be a parent.”
Shouta sighed. “I didn’t realize parenting involved stopping them from eating the environment.”
Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. “They’ll be fine.”
Shouta gave him a look. “You say that now, but in ten minutes, they’re going to find something else to put in their mouth.”
Izuku glanced back at their child—who was now trying to swallow a fistful of dirt.
He sighed. “…Okay, maybe you have a point.”
Shouta groaned again.
{
Their hatchling had been growing fast.
Too fast.
Their little wings had strengthened, their legs becoming steadier, their teeth sharper.
And one day, after weeks of watching their parents hunt, they decided—
“I wanna hunt too!”
Izuku immediately beamed. “That’s great! You can—”
“Absolutely not,” Shouta interrupted, crossing his arms. “Too dangerous.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “Shouta, they need to learn eventually.”
“Not yet.”
“They’re literally a dragon.”
“They are a baby dragon.”
Their child huffed, puffing up indignantly. “I’m not a baby!”
Shouta gave them a look. “You still trip over your own tail.”
Their hatchling growled, flaring their tiny wings. “That was one time.”
“It was yesterday.”
Izuku smothered a laugh, nudging Shouta. “C’mon, we can go with them. We won’t let them get hurt.”
Shouta exhaled through his nose, clearly unhappy but outnumbered.
“Fine.”
Their child immediately let out an excited chirp, bouncing in place. “I’m gonna catch the biggest prey!”
Izuku grinned, ruffling their hair. “I believe in you.”
Shouta sighed. “This is going to be a disaster.”
It was.
Their hatchling tried their best, really.
But their idea of ‘hunting’ was jumping onto a deer’s back and clinging to it while it ran in circles, screaming.
Izuku wheeze-laughed.
Shouta sighed so hard it could have knocked down a tree.
“Get them off,” he grumbled.
Izuku, still laughing, gently swooped in and plucked their hatchling off the deer, who immediately bolted into the trees.
Their child pouted. “I almost had it!”
“Sure you did, love,” Izuku chuckled, pressing a kiss to their forehead. “Maybe next time.”
Shouta just shook his head, already regretting his life choices.
{
As time passed, something changed in Izuku.
He had been terribly protective in the beginning—territorial, restless, guarding their child and Shouta like a dragon hoarding treasure.
But after weeks of adjusting, his protectiveness became something else.
Something feral.
Something their child inherited.
It started with small things—Izuku casually baring his teeth at a bird that got too close, flaring his wings at a passing fox, snarling when Shouta tried to move their nest around.
And their hatchling?
They copied everything.
One day, Shouta walked into the den and found them both crouched over their food, growling at nothing, tails lashing.
He blinked. “…What are you two doing?”
“Guarding our food,” Izuku answered seriously.
Their hatchling nodded. “From enemies.”
Shouta stared at them. “There are no enemies.”
Izuku huffed. “That’s what they want you to think.”
Their child hissed for extra emphasis.
Shouta sighed. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Izuku smirked, tilting his head. “You like it.”
Shouta’s eye twitched. “I tolerate it.”
Their child giggled, clearly enjoying their parents’ dynamic. “Papa likes it when Daddy is wild!”
Izuku laughed. “See? They get it.”
Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am so tired.”
{
Shouta was graceful.
He was elegant in battle, smooth in flight, and effortlessly precise in everything he did.
Which was why it was so funny when he tripped.
It didn’t happen often.
But when it did—
Izuku and their hatchling lost it.
The first time, it had been a simple misstep.
Shouta had landed after a long flight, only to trip on a random branch, his usually graceful composure shattering as he face-planted into the ground.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
Izuku wheezed.
Their hatchling cackled.
Shouta slowly lifted his head, his expression murderous as he spat out dirt.
“You two are not allowed to laugh,” he grumbled.
Izuku fell over, clutching his stomach, his shoulders shaking. “I—Shouta— your face—*”
Their child rolled on the ground, kicking their little legs. “Papa fell! Papa fell!”
Shouta groaned, rubbing his face. “You’re both horrible.”
“We love you,” Izuku wheezed, reaching over to pat his mate’s head. “So much.”
Shouta grumbled, but his golden eyes softened as Izuku kissed him, his laughter still warm against his lips.
And even years later, every time Shouta tripped or stumbled, Izuku and their child never let him forget it.
“I swear to the gods,” Shouta muttered one evening after another tragic misstep, “I am going to set both of you on fire.”
“No, you won’t,” Izuku grinned, pressing a kiss to Shouta’s cheek.
“Nope!” their child chirped. “‘Cause you love us!”
Shouta sighed dramatically, pulling them both into a tight embrace.
“Unfortunately,” he muttered.
Izuku laughed, burying his face against his mate’s shoulder.
“My hands are cold.” Izuku’s rubbing his hands together in a desperate, yet, futile attempt to generate some warmth. Before he left his flat to go hang out with Shouta, he checked the weather app to see if he needed to bring anything with him like an umbrella or gloves. It displayed sunny with clear skies all day, so, he didn’t wear gloves or bring a pair with him. He also didn’t think he’d need to wear them because of how nice the weather had been recently, so, he went without, which he’s now regretting because the weather took a severe turn, and he can’t feel his fingers.
“Is that a pick up line?”
“..No?” Izuku’s too cold to even think about how what he said could’ve been interpreted as a pick up line. Shouta grabs his hands to hold them, quietly hissing at how cold they are against his own that he’s kept toasty warm.
“..Your hands are freezing.” He brings Izuku’s hands to his mouth to blow on them simultaneously rubbing them between his own. He tries not to notice how Izuku shivers, or think about how much he enjoys getting that reaction from him. He figures it’s because Izuku’s finally feeling warmth after being so cold. He tries not to think about how Izuku would react if he were to press his lips to his hands instead.
“If I had to go, I'd like to go out just as beautifully.”
There are fireworks going on in the background, Shouta can barely focus on them. He’s too focused on looking at Izuku’s face. There’s a peculiar expression that Shouta can’t decipher, but it almost seemed as if Izuku looked to be at peace when talking about potentially dying. Which has Shouta despairing because he knows that if he ever lost Izuku it’d destroy him. So he says the first thing that comes to mind.
