Shouto thinks Hawks is dating Fuyumi, so he follows Tokoyami to the agency to give him a piece of his mind. He starts his beautifully composed rant, but Hawks stops him mid-word.
"Yeah, Im sleeping with your dad. Bye."
And then he flies away like the coward Shouto knows he is.
Bonus! Hawks bursting into Endeavor's office like a bat out of hell screeching "I TOLD SHOTO WE'RE FUCKING, I'M SO SORRY!"
Inko x All Might x Hisashi Midoriya is a powerhouse of a ship.
Izuku having two 'normal' parents and a second dad who happens to be the Number 1 hero.
Inko gets two husbands who adore her and treat her like the queen she is.
Hisashi has a gorgeous wife, perfect son and a husband whose abs and ass he can stare at without being told off.
And as for Toshinori, he has a wonderful family he can come home to every night. When his days have been tough he knows he has a son waiting to hug him when he walks in the front door. He knows his kind and loving husband and wife will hold him close and let him cry if he needs to in the safety of their bed.
They manage to keep it a secret from the public, only the Bakugos, Nighteye and Gran Torino know the truth. At least until someone throws rotten food at Toshinori after a horrible accident in which over a hundred people die.
Toshinori tries not to show how much the civilian's words hurt, but he could never hide his emotions from his family. And it just so happened that Hisashi was among those saved.
Cue one Hisashi Midoriya, 5ft 10 and covered in blood, standing in front of a filthy 7ft tall All Might screaming obscenities at the guy responsible. He makes sure the man knows how much Toshinori has given up to save their worthless asses, and tells the shocked man to meet him behind the police station for a fist fight if he still has more to say.
That evening the Midoriya-Yagis sit in Might Tower while Toshinori's PR team give Hisashi the telling off of a lifetime. Hisashi just sits their smugly, holding one of Toshinori's hands while Izuku and Inko care for him in their own way (food, cake and cuddles).
"I regret nothing and as soon as my hand isn't broken I'm having that fight." Hisashi declares.
"Hisashi!"
"No!"
"Dad!"
"Hisashi yes. Besides, it's not like I told them Toshi's a botto-!"
"HISASHI!"
Izuku runs out screaming with his ears covered while his Papa and Mum tell his Dad off. Hisashi refuses to apologise.
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Toshi is the filling in this InkoToshiSashi sandwich. It's like having a giant hotdog in a tiny bun.
Angsty omegaverse #Endmight idea. (Implied mpreg and canonical child abuse)
Omega All Might being the biological parent of Alpha Endeavor's children but not being allowed to raise them because the HPSC couldn't have an Omega hero as the Number One.
Instead his children are taken from him and the public are told Rei carried them. Both Toshinori and Rei are victims in this scenario, Toshi banned from being a parent with a threat of something nasty happening and Rei being forced to live a horrible lie.
Enji just kind of rolls with it and acts like he does canonically, he enjoys banging All Might and hey he gets heirs out of it so whatever. When Toshinori /does/ find out about what happened to his children all those years later he loses it.
#KRDK Soulmate angst where if one soulmate receives a scar the other gets a matching one~
cw: past physical abuse, extreme bullying, burns, scars. #angstaugust
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Eijiro's body is covered in scars. In fact, there is very little of his skin that isn't scarred in one way or another. And unfortunately, only one tiny one on his eyebrow actually belongs to him. At the age of seven, Eijiro had been happily chasing butterflies around his garden when he noticed a big red mark on his arm.
Startled and scared by its sudden appearance he'd run inside calling for his mothers. They'd shared what he now knows were concerned gazes and sat him down on the couch, explaining what 'soul scars' were and how one obtained them. He'd spent the rest of the day sitting on the grass running his fingers over the marked skin, promising himself that he would give them the biggest hug when he finally meets them.
After all, if someone has a cut that big on their arm then it must have really hurt, and whenever he's hurt hugs from his mama and mum always make him feel better.
As the years pass by more and more scars appear on his body varying in size and colour. He knows they are concerned, his parents and teachers, no one quite knowing how to handle the knowledge that sweet Eijiro's soulmate was being constantly hurt on a regular basis.
He's also painfully aware that his mothers had spent hours looking into a potential match for his scars, contacting an agency that specialised in finding soulmates. However, to their dismay, no one had been admitted to any hospital with matching marks on their bodies. And so Eijiro is forced to live with the knowledge that out there, somewhere, the other half of his soul is experiencing a neverending agony that he is powerless to save them from.
It's in middle school, when he first changes into his gym kit in front of other students, that he concocts his story. The other kids are, of course, horrified by the way his body looks and rather than admit it's because of his soulmate, he informs them that they are a result of his quirk coming in at a young age. He weaves a tale of his skin cracking and bleeding whenever he used it as a young child and ignores their pitying gazes. He's not sure why he lies, only that it feels right to do so. It's as though he is protecting his 'other' from some unknown prejudice.
And so the years pass with only Eijiro, his parents and those involved with his medical care and education knowing the truth behind his scars. However, as his body continues to accumulate marks Eijiro's heart breaks a little further.
Some concern him less than others, such as the small cuts on his fingers, but it is the large starburst shapes that appear in various places on his body, including the newest on his right shoulder, that worry him the most.
He's become somewhat of an expert on scars since his childhood having spent hours researching them. And with the help of a doctor and the soul scar agency, he's been able to deduce the source of a number of them. The largest are burn scars. Those are the ones that make him cry.
Eijiro doesn't cry for himself. Quite honestly, he couldn't care less what people think of his physical appearance. No, he cries for his soulmate. He cries for the eight years of torture they've been subjected to. For the pain they've experienced and their inability to escape.
It is actually his scars, in conjunction with his inability to protect some other students from a potential villain, that spur him into heroics. Because surely, if he has the power of a hero license and the connections that come with it he'll be able to find them.
Some nights he dreams of bursting into villain 'lairs' or cold, dark basements and rescuing his injured soulmate. He imagines holding them in his arms, hiding his face in their hair and telling them that they are safe and he won't let anyone hurt them ever again.
Being accepted into UA puts him one step closer to his goal, and he's not afraid to admit that he sits on his bed that night and kisses one of the scars on the back of his right hand. "Just hang on a little longer," He whispered into the dark, "I'll find you. I promise."
He doesn't expect to make friends within the first few days of being at UA but by some miracle he does, even if Bakugo is a particularly grumpy creature with a horrific attitude.
Eijiro also didn't expect to have his gay awakening in the form of one Izuku Midoriya, but hey ho, worse things have happened and Izuku is /very/ attractive.
Between his studies and the newly proclaimed 'Bakusquad', as Denki had dubbed them, Eijiro doesn't pay much attention to anything else. That is until they're changing one day after a training session and Sero gasps and stares at someone on the other side of the room.
"Midoriya...what /happened/?"
Spinning on his heel, terrified that Izuku had somehow been hurt yet again without anyone realising, Eijiro's jaw practically hits the floor.
It's as though he's staring at a photograph of his own back. Scars, small and large, litter the entirety of Izuku's back, wrapping up over his shoulders and vanishing down the back of his trousers.
Voices flood the room, questions and concerns being thrown around from everyone present, however, Eijiro hears none of it. They fade into the background as he watches Izuku shrink in on himself, desperately scrambling to hide his body from view with his gym shirt.
"Everyone out." Silence falls over the room and when no one moves Eijiro turns to look at the others, narrowing his eyes. "Out."
Perhaps it's his facial expression, or maybe it's the fact that he's never once used this tone on any of them, but the other boys quickly dress and vacate the room. Not even Bakugo challenges him, much to Eijiro's very relieved surprise.
Once he's certain the others are gone, his attention returns to Midoriya.
The green-haired boy has his arms wrapped around himself and is doing his best to become one with his locker.
"Midoriya-"
"I'm sorry." Stunning green eyes peer at him from behind a curtain of curls. "I'm so sorry you're stuck with me."
"Why are you apologising?" Eijiro asks cautiously, tucking his hands into his pockets in the hopes of coming across as less threatening. He knows his physique can be off-putting at times, especially to someone as meek as Midoriya. And considering he's fairly certain the boy is about thirty seconds away from a full-blown panic attack, the last thing he wants is to make Izuku think he's in any way threatening him. For his own part, Izuku just turns away and fiddles with the hem of his shirt.
"I..." He swallows, "I know I'm not...well, I'm me. And you're...you."
"I'm not sure how you being you requires an apology Midoriya." Eijiro admits, "There's nothing about you that's /wrong/ or needs to be apologised for."
"But there is!" It's the first time he's seen Izuku explode, scarred hands digging into green curls as he turns to face him fully. "There's so much wrong with me. I break my bones every time I use my quirk. I talk too much, Iida will tell you, he called me out before we'd even been accepted into UA! Not to mention the fact that I'm weak and stupid, I'm..." He takes a deep breath and his hands drop from his hair to hang loosely at his side, "I'm Deku. Useless."
Eijiro frowns and withdraws his hands from his pockets, digging his fingers into the fabric of his trousers instead.
"You're not useless Izuku," Another flinch.
"But I am!" Izuku protests with unshed tears in his eyes, "There's so much you don't /know/! You're you Kirishima. You have a wonderful quirk, one that doesn't hurt you. You're funny and so kind. People love you and you love them, I'm just a useless Deku. The kind of person that people hate. You deserve someone who's as good as you, and who you can be proud to call a soulmate. Not me."
The tears have started to fall freely now and this time Eijiro doesn't resist the urge to move closer. Izuku's eyes fly shut, his hands twitching but he makes no move to escape which in itself is concerning. However, there's a lot to unpack from his panicked rambling and only one question on Eijiro's mind.
"Who hurt you?" Green eyes fly open. "Izuku, who hurt you?" When no answer is forthcoming he presses on. "Was it your parents?"
"No!" Izuku protests with a shake of his head. "No, mum isn't like that. She's never hurt me."
"Your father?" Another shake of his head. "Then who-" "Kirishima," Izuku's defeated tone and sad expression has him falling silent.
"Please, don't make this harder. Just...just walk away. I promise I don't expect anything, I know I'm not what people want in a soulmate. And I don't want to see you being tarnished with the same brush as me. You deserve so much more and I accepted the fact that I would be alone a long time ago."
His heart aches for the other boy and while he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around him, it would be counterproductive and likely raise more issues. So, he instead chooses to use his words.
"I don't know who made you think of yourself this way, but they're wrong Izuku." He holds his hand up when Izuku opensi his mouth to interject. "Please, just give me a minute to talk?" Izuku nods and Eijiro continues. "There's a lot to unpack from what you've just said, and to be honest? I think it's something we, well you, should talk about with your mum and Aizawa-sensei but that's up to you. That being said, I mean it when I say this but I'm in no way disappointed to find out that my soulmate is you. I've spent eight years trying to find you Izuku. My parents have taken me to every specialist we could, we've spent hours trying to find /you/. To help you because we were so scared every time a new scar appeared on my skin. You were out there, hurting, and there was no way I could help you. If anyone is useless it's me."
"No!" Izuku interjects "You're not useless Kirishima!"
"And neither are you!" Eijiro shoots back in frustration, "I mean it when I say you're all I've thought about since I was seven. And to be completely honest? I'm more than a little gay and you are incredibly good-looking." Izuku blushes and looks off to the side but he doesn't show any signs of disgust so that's a win. "So, whether we're platonic or romantic I don't care because guess what? I lucked out on the soulmate lottery. Somehow I've ended up with a soulmate who's cute, funny and the kind of person I've always wanted to be."
"You wouldn't say that if you knew the whole truth."
"I doubt that because while we haven't known each other very long, and we aren't the closest of friends, it's hard to miss the fact that you are perfect."
"Everything about you Izuku Midoriya is perfect. Do you have flaws? Probably, everyone does. Do I care? No. The bone breaking is a little worrying but hey, we're at a hero school and Aizawa-sensei gets paid to help us train our quirks. When he isn't asleep anyway."
That at least draws a nervous laugh out of the other boy in addition to a small smile. It doesn't last very long though as all too soon Izuku sighs heavily and sinks onto the floor, arms wrapping around his knees as he draws them up to his chest.
Eijiro mimics the movement and waits patiently for Izuku to speak.
"I've never been good enough," Izuku admits after a short period of silence, "I don't understand why you would think I am."
"And that's okay." Eijiro reassures him, "I'm not entirely happy with myself either, but you aren't alone Izuku. I want to help you, my parents want to help you and I'm sure our friends will too. But you've got to me, or someone, who it is that's hurting you."
"I can't," Izuku laments, covering his face as he drops his head back onto the locker.
"Yes, you can. We won't let them-"
"He's changed!" Izuku interrupts "Or he's trying to, and I won't be the one to take away everything he's worked so hard for. I won't."
"Izuku-"
"No! You don't get it! No one gets it! No one understands and it's so frustrating! All I want is to be a hero, I want to help people but I can't /do that/ with everyone breathing down my neck!"
Eijiro sighs again. While he desperately wants to know the truth, to take Izuku away from whoever the man responsible for his injuries is he knows pressing the issue won't get him any further.
Especially not when he's just caught sight of Aizawa-sensei standing just out of sight in the doorway behind Izuku. Their homeroom teacher gives him a concerned look and he subtly waves the man off.
Returning his full attention to Izuku once more, Eijiro shuffles forward until their shoes are touching. It's the most contact he's allowed himself so far and there's a certain thrill that comes with it. More so when green eyes peek out at him from between scarred fingers.
"I'm not very good at this," He admits with a tired smile "And I feel pretty bad that when I saw your back I was a little excited because yay, my soulmate is standing in front of me and that's really cool.
But I'm promising you now Izuku, nothing you tell me will change how I feel. All I want is for you to be safe and happy, nothing else."
"Eijiro," The whisper is almost inaudible but it sends a shiver up his spine. "I can't." Izuku's voice is pained as he whines, scrubbing his hands over his face. "I can't tell you."
"Okay," He concedes, realising that the conversation is going nowhere and not wanting to risk losing what progress he has made. "Tell you what, let's make a deal yeah? I won't press for any more information, and if you ever want to tell me in the future then that's cool, and if you don't that's also cool."
Izuku frowns, "And in return?"
"In return you let me take you out for lunch at the weekend so we can chat. Don't know about you, but I really, /really/ want to get to know my soulmate."
Gasping in mock offence Eijiro puts a hand on his chest. "You guess? Well, I /guess/ that I'm going to work extra hard to convince you to also let me take you to an arcade as well."
Izuku laughs softly and it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.
"Deal." He stands correct. /That/ was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.
"We should probably get to class huh?"
Izuku's eyes go wide. "Oh, Aizawa-sensei is going to /kill/ us!" He whispers in horror.
From the corner of his eye, Eijiro sees the man in question walk around the lockers, looking as nonchalant as ever. However, he can see the concern in those otherwise emotionless features and is sure Izuku can too.
"Problem Children."
They both scramble to their feet.
"Sorry sensei! I'm so sorry! It's my fault, Kirishima-kun was just helping me work-"
The raised hand from their sensei has Izuku falling silent.
"Your classmates have already spoken to me. We will be having a talk later on Midoriya." Izuku wilts and Eijiro wants to curse out their teacher for undoing his progress but holds his tongue. "That being said, right now I want you to go to Recovery Girl and sleep.
You look exhausted. Kirishima can go with you, to register both of your statuses if nothing else."
"Yes sensei," They say in unison, bowing their heads.
"I will know if you don't show up, so don't even think about trying to leave campus," Aizawa warns with a weak glare.
"I promise we'll go straight there sensei!" Eijiro says with a sharp smile.
"Good. Get going." And with that Aizawa turns on his heels and leaves.
"To Recovery Girl?" Izuku asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Eijiro nods and smiles. "Yup! Don't fancy being expelled for hanging around too long haha! You get going, I need to grab my stuff, I'll catch up in a second."
He doesn't particularly /want/ to leave Izuku but he needs a few moments to calm himself down.
"Sure thing. I'll see you there." And with that Izuku slings his signature yellow backpack, uniform stuffed inside, over his shoulder and scurries out of the room.
Once certain he's out of earshot, Eijiro slams his head against his locker and shouts into the palms of his hands.
"Fuck!" It's so frustrating to be so close, to finally know who his soulmate is, and not be able to help them. He's also pissed off that Aizawa stepped in when he did and undid the hard work he'd done to get Izuku to open up ever so slightly.
Why is he always so powerless to help those who need him the most?!
All he wants to do is scream and bash his head against his locker but he's sure Aizawa-sensei is lurking around, just waiting for an opportunity to hand out detention for loitering.
So, Eijiro straightens himself back up and takes a handful of deep breaths just as his mama had taught him.
It's okay. He knows Izuku is his soulmate. Aizawa knows something is going on and will look into it. And in the meantime, Eijiro has a maybe-date coming up!
With that in mind, he grabs his own bag and begins to leave the room, only to pause as he passes Bakugo's locker. It's burned to hell, the edges warped and partially melted. Kami, his friend really needs some anger management classes.
Then he spots it.
Heart sinking and stomach rolling he yanks down his collar and stares at the scar on his shoulder.
He looks at the locker.
Looks back to his shoulder.
Oh...
The small burn on the middle of the door matches the one on his shoulder. The one on Izuku's shoulder.
He's still standing there in disbelief when Aizawa-sensei storms back in five minutes later.
Shouta knew his partner had a son, Hisashi had told him so on their first date - he'd even gone so far as to make sure Shouta was aware that he was still in contact with said son and ex-wife. And the fact that he'd never had a chance to meet said son wasn't something he was overly worried about, Hisashi was busy with his work overseas and whenever he was home it was hard to find a time that fit their schedules and his son's. It wasn't like Hisashi was actively trying to keep them, and honestly, Shouta was okay with not having to worry about dealing with another teenager on top of his students.
Besides, it's not like Shouta didn't already do things for the boy he'd never met. Hisashi's awful memory meant that shopping for birthday and Christmas presents always came down to him, lest the poor kid gets some random gifts chosen from duty-free when Hisashi panicked before/after his flight home. So yeah, Shouta cared for Izuku even if he'd never met him. He also found it funny that said mystery boy shared a name with his number one problem child.
It only became an issue when Hisashi proposed to him after All Might's fight in Kamino and Shouta suddenly realised that he still hadn't met Izuku. Some of the blame also laid on Mic's shoulders though, because he hadn't been too concerned about it until his blonde friend told him how weird it was that he hasn't met his fiancee's son.
So Shouta came up with a plan. He was going to get Hisashi alone one evening and just casually slip it into the conversation, just ask about maybe arranging a meeting. Except he needn't have worried because that same night, Hisashi strolled into their apartment, wrapped his arms around his waist and asked if he wanted to have dinner with Izuku the next day.
Which is how the next day, once classes were done and Shouta had pawned his students off on All Might for the afternoon/evening, Shouta found himself standing in his off-campus apartment preparing Katsudon while Hisashi panic cleaned everything.
"He's here!" Hisashi shouted, as though Shouta hadn't heard the doorbell ring.
Rolling his eyes fondly, he focused on not absolutely destroying the dinner while he listened to Hisashi gush over his son, telling him how big he was now and oh…
Quickly setting the food aside to prevent it burning, Shouta crossed the kitchen in record time and peered out into the hall. A familiar pair of green eyes met his as Izuku Midoriya stared at him in just as much shock as he felt.
Midoriya.
How had he not realised?!
"Sensei?!" His problem child squeaked, rapidly looking between his father and exhausted teacher.
"Wait, sensei?" Hisashi looked just as confused.
Sighing Shouta sighed. Why was nothing ever simple?
Inko as a villain who falls in love with All For One. The pair of them becoming a terrifying villain duo and starting a life together then eventually have Izuku.
Inko stops being an active villain, choosing to instead focus on raising her son.
All For One, also known as Hisashi Midoriya to their civilian friends, accepts this decision and chooses to pay for his wife and son to live a comfortable and peaceful life.
And then fourteen years later All Might gives Izuku One For All.
Bakugo and Deku are hit with a quirk that turns them into toddlers again but with the full power of their quirks.
Now picture baby Bakugo blowing anything and everything up while Izuku accidentally uses One For All to break walls, doors and throw furniture at things that spook him.
Angsty follow-up, Izuku doesn't understand why the pretty lights on his body hurt him and ends up crying in Katsuki's arms while his best friend protects him from all the adults who keep trying to take him away.
(It's just Aizawa and Toshinori trying to get him to Recovery Girl
Toshinori always thought he would be the one to outlive Shouta, it's part of the reason he had been hesitant to get into a relationship in the first place.
So when he receives a call from Hizashi late one evening, asking him to come to the hospital straight away, his heart sinks. Shouta had never been one to allow himself to be hospitalised unless it was serious.
He leaves the kids in the dorms, passing Eri over to Midoriya for the evening knowing he'll take care of her, and arranges for Snipe to cover before he breaks every speeding law known to man. Arriving at the hospital he's greeted by a tearful Nemuri waiting outside.
The trio of friends had gone out for dinner, at Toshinori's insistence, he'd been feeling a little unwell for a while and didn't mind a night on the couch watching tv - even if Shouta had been determined to stay with him.
Seeing Nemuri dressed in Hizashi's leather jacket, face and hands covered in dried blood, sends his heart plummeting into his stomach. He's never run through a hospital as fast as he does that night.
When he does reach Shouta's room and founds a distraught Hizashi standing in the hallway he already knows what has happened. Toshinori doesn't remember walking the rest of the distance, doesn't remember Hizashi's broken whisper of his name or hand on his arm.
All he recalls is the way his legs moved on their own accord, leading him into the horribly silent room. The silence was haunting as he moved over to the still sheet-covered body lying on the bed.
Toshinori reaches beneath the sheet to take Shouta's lifeless hand and seconds later collapses to his knees and sobs. Outliving Shouta was never something he planned, however, it's significantly worse than anything he ever imagined.
