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Hitoshi didn’t mean for them to find out like this. He really wanted to tell them on his own…
Even though he knew he’d never be brave enough for that.
It started that one Monday. Touya had managed to end on the hospital again, and most of the Midoriya’s were in a small camping trip with the Vigilante Squad. Himiko went to take care of Touya, so that left Izuku alone. Without all the kids, the house felt pretty lonely, so Hitoshi had an Idea.
“They’re coming back next Monday, right? Want to spend the weekend at my house?”
“Are you sure, Toshi? I don’t want to bother your parents…”
“They’ll be glad I’m inviting people over, and we haven’t had a proper sleepover since I was adopted.”
“Then I’d love to.”
They also tried inviting Denki, but he didn’t want Hitoshi’s parents to get suspicious.
“You know I slip up with first names too much. But we can video chat!”
Just as Hitoshi predicted, his Papa was delighted with the idea. And, while his Dad acted more reluctant, Hitoshi knew he was happy on the inside.
So then, the day arrived.
Hitoshi was playing in his 3Ds when he heard the doorbell, playing some American song.
“Hitoshi, Hizashi, the problem child is here. And stop changing the doorbells tune.”
“Hitoshi, could you go open it? Also, Billie Eilish is a Queen and Bad Guy is a masterpiece but go off I guess.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”
So, Hitoshi walked to the door and opened it, and there was Izuku, looking adorable as always.
“Hi Shinsou-kun!”
“Hey Mido. Let’s go to my room, you can leave your stuff there.”
Hitoshi grabbed Izuku by the arm and dragged his boyfriend to his room. As soon as they were in, door closed, he gave Izuku a quick peck on the lips.
“You look adorable”
“And you are a dork. Am I supposed to know about your parents or should I act surprised?”
“Nah, they know I told you who they are.”
“Also, I brought my makeup! I’m not as good as Denki is, but could I practice on you? Himiko’s been teaching me”
“As long as I get to do my smoky eyes on you.”
“Deal!”
And so, the evening went perfectly. They couldn’t video chat Denki because his parents were home, but they did chat and play some online Uno against him (Hitoshi won). They did each other’s makeup, and they managed to braid Aizawa’s hair while he was sleeping on the couch. The problem appeared during dinner.
Hizashi was ranting about a new worker at his recording studio, who “Couldn’t recognize good music if it slapped him in his face”, and exclaiming that “Foo Fighters is the best, how dare he say that blasphemy on HIS radio station-“ when Hitoshi’s phone started ringing to the same tune from earlier, but played on a rubber chicken. Denki. Wasn’t he unable to call? He turned around and looked at his parents.
“Can I answer?”
“Sure! Just try to not take too long kiddo”
He excused himself and went to his room.
“Hey Denks, what’s up?”
The first thing he heard was sobbing. Of course, he became worried.
“Denks? Babe? What happened?”
“I- can you come pick me up? please, I-I can’t go back home”
Oh shit.
“Don’t worry, just send me your location, I’ll drag my dad there.”
“Thank you Toshi…”
He hung up and ran to the kitchen.
“Dad? Can we go pick someone up?”
“Sure? But who? And why?”
“Kaminari, and I’m not sure, but I think he’s in trouble.”
Izuku’s eyes widened and cursed under his breath, and he ran to Toshi’s bedroom, and came out a second later, putting on his jacket
“I’ll go with you two.”
The car ride was silent, the only person speaking being the GPS lady from Hitoshi’s phone.
When they arrived, everything was dark. Then, on a bench, they saw kaminari, sitting alone and hugging himself.
“Denki!”
Welp, there went the whole “last name” shit. Hitoshi was surprised Izuku lasted this long. They both ran to their boyfriend- wait, no, they were wearing the Pichu bracelet. Datemate.
However, when Denki looked up at them, they were both stunned.
Their left eye was bleeding, and a bruise was forming around it. And on their neck...
A handprint. A fucking handprint.
Hitoshi was completely ready to kill Denki’s parents and, judging by Izuku’s face, so was he. Both of them looked at each other and silently agreed, and they pulled Denki into a hug. They hugged back, holding onto their boyfriends with all their strength, and still sobbing
“I-I’m so glad you’re here.... Dad... he found my makeup stash... And my skirts...”
That last part was merely a whisper, which made Hitoshi remember “oh right, dad’s here.”
“C’mon Denks. We’ll go to my house and we’ll get you patched up.”
Hitoshi could feel his dad staring with curiosity, but did his best to ignore it. They all went to the car, and this time the ride was filled with whispers and words of comfort.
they arrived, Hizashi was waiting for them, with warm food waiting for Kaminari, but obviously he was surprised to see them all beat up.
“Dad, can you help me get Denki patched up?”
“I’ll take care of it, you go get him some clean clothes”
Hitoshi saw how Denki flinched at “him”
“Uh... actually, Aizawa sensei... it’s they/them, right now. My pronouns.”
Their body was tense, and they were looking down. Hitoshi knew it was hard enough for them to come out to the MidoFam, even when they knew everyone was OK with Madoka, so he knew this was terrifying for them. He wanted to hold their hand and help them go trough this, but he had a cover to keep up dammit.
“Oh. Ok, then go get them some clean clothes, I’ll start patching them up”
Denki smiled, their eyes watery, and Hitoshi couldn’t help but blush a bit as a grin formed in his face. What could he say, he was weak for his partners’ smiles.
Then he left to get Denki some new clothes.
When he entered his room, he saw Izuku setting up a big mattress on the floor
“Like it or not we’re having a cuddle pile tonight. Be there or be fucking square hun.”
“I guess I’ll have to go. Don’t want to become an Iida.”
“Identity theft is not a joke Jim. Also Denki’s clothes are in their backpack. It’s they/them now, right?”
“Yup, and thanks”
He grabbed the first clothes he saw, and one of his oversized sweatshirts
When he entered the bathroom, he noticed Denkis arms were also bandaged, and they had an eyepatch now.
“You look like a pirate”
“Heck yeah! I’m the prettiest captain in the seven seas!”
“See the positive side, now you won’t struggle to match your eyeliner.”
“My eyeliner is perfectly even, thank you very much. And where’s Zuzu?”
“In my room. You go first, I’ll be there in a moment.”
“Sure!”
He left, and the moment he dreaded arrived.
“First names?”
“Uh, yeah, about that...”
Hitoshi was nervous as fuck. Yes, his parent were gay, but he still didn’t know how they felt about Polyamory. He took a deep breath and let it out.
“We’re dating. The three of us.”
“Since when?”
Relief instantly filled Hitoshi’s mind, and his body visibly relaxed.
“I think... one or two months before you adopted me?”
Then both his pops and dad hugged him thight.
“Thanks for telling us, Hitoshi”
“Wait!! Does this mean, the lipstick marks, and that hickey...?”
Hitoshi’s face went up in flames
“I thought you forgot about that... But yeah. Denki.”
“Does someone else know?”
“Let’s see.... Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Mina, all of Zuku’s family, aunt Nemuri, and Nedzu. We’re also like, 90% Tokoyami saw us in a date, but we trust him to not tell”
“Nemuri knew?”
“NEDZU knew???”
“Aunt nemuri saw us on a date, and Nedzu knows everything.”
“Point taken”
Then, a scream interrupted the conversation
“Hitoshi if you don’t come cuddle right now I’m going to help Iida sue you for identity theft!”
“Be there or be square Toshi! Don’t betray us like this!”
“I’m going, I’m going”
And, while Hitoshi knew he didn’t want his parents to find out about them like this, he couldn’t deny that night would end up as one of the happiest in his life