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Monoma sighs as she looks in front of the mirror. He can not believe that he is about to go to dinner at Shinsou's house and that after so many months, he will finally be able to meet his parents. Well, he does not expect someone to judge his taste for clothing, nor does he expect that they will approve the clothes he has bought for that occasion, but the nerves of causing a bad impression with the parents of the purple-haired one spoil him to the soul.
Generally the blond does not usually have the best impression in front of most people, not even Shinsou himself. Therefore, he can not help thinking that if he gives the impression of a rich and believed child (who was one), it can cause immediate disgust. Especially because Hitoshi's family is humble, although to think that was something stupid, because humble, was equal to the average for the majority of UA students.
"Just smile and do not open your mouth" he thinks, inhales, sighs and repeats it in his mind, why he knows his tongue can betray him. He gives a last breath and turns around, Kendou's blue eyes and TetsuTetsu's blacks inspect him.
-I think it's perfect -the orange-haired one alludes, Tetsu releases air through his nose and observes him a little more.
-The shirt is somewhat exaggerated, says the silver-haired man, raising his shoulders. Kendo leaves his eyes blank and pats the blond so he does not get discouraged.
-A Tetsu likes simple things, he only wears clothes why it would be illegal if he were naked around. Besides, it's rare that you're insecure Monoma, you'll be fine.
The blonde tightens his lips and looks at the mirror again, Kendou's smile and Tetsu's insecure eyes give him no clear answer.
-I think that if Shinsou had a problem because of how you are, I would not have invited you, except on this important date -Reyes the blue-eyed girl and Monoma draws a small smile- Hurry up! Tetsu and I will go with our parents, you are distracting us.
-I suppose he trusted you- He raises his shoulders -In addition, my face is beautiful, they can not tell me no- and Kendou gives him a little blow.
Take the bag with several boxes wrapped perfectly in white paper with red and gold ribbons, each for members of Hitoshi's family, close your eyes and for the third time in less than the last half hour sighs, going out the door to meet with the purple hair in the living room, where he waits with a small smile.
"Sorry for making you wait ..." he says quietly, Shinsou takes his hand and raises his eyebrow.
-You know? To take you so long, it was not the great thing, jokes the taller, the blond gives a nudge and both walk quietly to the exit, where a car awaits them.
The night is cold, but both find warmth when their hands are in the dark.
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Monoma meets Hitoshi's parents during dinner: Hajime Shinsou and Mihoko Shinsou. Both warmer and friendlier than he could imagine. His father, a surgeon and his mother a housewife with the same quirk that Hitoshi had inherited.
-To be honest, I never thought that Hitoshi would go out with such a nice boy- her mother says during dessert, the youngest with purple hair chokes on the apple pie and the blonde smiles broadly at the woman.
Shinsou can see flashes around him "damn phony" thinks. But Monoma's laughter is enough to calm him down. Neito gives him a small blow under the table and continues smiling, speaking so eloquently and happily that Hitoshi believes he is cheated for the rest of his life, because it is impossible for Monoma's poisonous and poisonous mouth (worthy of a first-class troublemaker). class) is filled with good intentions and simple and simple comments.
They have changed their partner and nobody will convince him otherwise.
-It's the first time that Hitoshi has decided to bring someone to dinner, he did not even bring that kid "Izuku" he talked about so much, you're really loved by him.
-Father! -Hitoshi screams, dropping his fork hard on the plate, the red quickly covers his cheeks and Neito lengthens a smile of evil. One that Hitoshi knows very well.
-Don't worry, your son has less taste than that.
Everyone at the table laughs less Hitoshi.
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In the farewell Mihoko covers the blonde with a thick scarf and a hat that she wove herself, she hugs him tightly and repeats the same action with her son.
-It's a pity they do not want to stay ...
-This good mom-Hitoshi takes his hands to his pockets and Neito says goodbye with a small bow.
Both walk quietly, it is not as night or hurry as a few hours ago. Neito sneezes and Hitoshi laughs funny.
-To be so big, you're pretty weak in terms of defenses. -The blonde purses her lips and looks at him badly.
-You could let me ask for a car or stay with your family.
-Hmm-Hitoshi stops for a few seconds, just below a blinking light. He turns his face back, drawing a small smile that stuns the blonde in his place-I could. But I wanted to be with you, Neito.
Time stops, his heart squeezes and without being able to control it, he drops the paper bags he carries in his hands. Feel the warmth of the tears running down her cheeks to finish in the fluffy and exaggerated scarf that Mihoko gave her.
"I do not understand," he whispers. "I really can not." His voice trembles and he hides his face in shame. He does not cry, much less express everything his heart keeps, not when he has built a wall since he was a child. An impenetrable one that the one with purple hair has derived with simple words.
Hitoshi's hands raise his face while his hands clean the tears that do not seem to stop, Hitoshi does not say more, just let the opponent take everything inside. His nose is red due to the cold, his blond hair messy due to the hat his mother has forced on his head, his heart torn by the phantom of abandonment that Hitoshi can not miss.
Hitoshi loves every little thing of Neito, even the broken part that nobody else has known, one that needs to be patched and reinforced.
Neito is the son of millionaire people who believe that being a hero is a waste of time. Dead father, absent mother, solitary Christmas in the academy, secluded childhood and an overflowing ego that does not fall apart in the face of adversity.
-Merry Christmas.
The chimes sound.
Hitoshi kisses him and Neito smiles because he does not need anything else.
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