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Shoto: Hey.
Natsuo: Hey.
Shoto: How is university life?
Natsuo: What do u want?
Shoto: Would you like 2 help me annoy dad?
Natsuo: Abso-fucking-loutly, anything you need. What’s the plan?
Natsuo: What’s our budget.
Shoto: I just need you to take one day off from school.
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The legendary UA high school had been scrubbed to the nines and shone to its best advantage for the big day. A big banner was flying over the gates as middle-aged men filed through, checked carefully before they were allowed entrance. It may have been father’s day, but Principle Nezu was not going to be lax about security. Aizawa held his post at the entrance, erasing quirks to make sure that neither Toga, or any or other two-bit villains with a chameleon quirk would be able to enter.
Present Mic watched Class 1-A as they milled outside the entrance to the dorms. When their family name was called, then and only then would they be allowed to walk over to the gates and escort their father to the designated waiting area.
So far, Shoji, Kouda, Hagakure, Kirishima, Tsuyu and Bakugo had been called. Class 1-A could vaguely see Shoji in the distance, bringing his enormous father to the dorms entrance, but attention was not on him. It was on Ochako, Kaminari and Tokayami, huddled together each with clutch of banknotes in hand.
“Okay, so if he’s exactly like Bakugo . . .”
“Money goes to me!” said Kaminari enthusiastically.
“But if he’s exactly how Midoriya described him, then it’s mine” Ochako snarled.
“One second, how does Tokoyami win money then?” Jirou asked, painting her fingernails lethargically.
“I said that he’s probably gentle and patient with guests or strangers but has a low threshold in private family matters” Tokoyami explained. “So, if we manage to make him blow up today, money goes to me.”
“Should you kids be gambling on stuff like this?” Present Mic asked worriedly.
Ochako glared at him.
He shut up.
“Hey, Midoriya!” Sero called, jumping up and down, “Is your dad coming? It was pretty up in the air last time I asked.”
Midoriya smiled. “Actually, he’s already here!”
The class looked at him.
“He offered to help out putting up the decorations and preparing snacks in the cafeteria! He’ll be here by the time everyone has arrived though.”
“Wow, Midoriya, that’s nice of him” Iida admired.
Todoroki snickered quietly.
“IIDA, MINETA, OCHAKO, ASHIDO, SATO” The megaphone blared.
The called kids hurried off and the day continued.
Eventually, everyone was gathered together. The Scholarly Hero, Atheneum was demonstrating his prowess by running laps around the dorm building. Hinata Sero, a well-to-do Trapeze performer also demonstrated his skills, hanging from the rooftop. Meanwhile Endeavour was standing and sulkily watching them both. Joon Jirou, a famous rockstar, and Michael Yaoyorozu, the owner of a chain of banks were quietly talking together, but mostly the fathers were catching up with their children, missing them after a long and stressful term away for the first time.
Sero’s father had just descended from the roof and taken a bow, when Izuku gave a call.
“Oh, finally, there you are!”
Walking toward them over the path, was, presumably Hisashi Midoriya. Dressed in a button-up and light blue pants, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows indicative of the labour he had performed to get the event up and going. He bore no resemblance to his assumed son, his white hair gelled back into smooth spikes, his grey eyes friendly and his round face belying a youth that was somewhat marred by the bushy black moustache tacked underneath his nose. He stopped as everyone stared at him, with polite confusion.
“Hello” he said. “It is I, Hisashi Midoriya.”
There was a pause as everyone took this information in.
“Natsuo” said Endeavour flatly. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Dad!” Todoroki gasped. “Don’t be rude.”
The Mr Midoriya-apparent switched unnervingly fast to a strong, somewhat stereotypical American accent “Why, Y’all musta mistaken me fer someone else. Ah am Hisashi Midoriya and this here is mah beloved son”
“What- why- why are you doing this?”
“Well hello, Hisashi” Masaru Bakugo smiled kindly and stepped forward to shake Natsuo’s hand. “I haven’t seen you since Izuku’s fourth birthday, how have you been?”
Izuku clapped both hands over his mouth, turned a bright shade of red and shook like a leaf. All this in a mediocre attempt to contain laughter. Bakugo flashed a triumphant smile at him.
Tokoyami handed Ochako his cash.
“Please don’t encourage him.” Endeavor said through gritted teeth. Masaru stared at him confusion.
“Encourage who?”
“Natsuo, stop this ridiculous facade.”
“Well, ah sure don’t know what yer goin’ on about.”
“Dad, you’re embarrassing me in front of my friends.”
“Your brother is embarrassing me-“
“My brother isn’t here.”
“NatSUO IS STANDING RIGHT THERE.”
“Natsuo doesn’t have a moustache.”
A tired sigh interrupted the conversation. Everyone turned to the see the somewhat-intimidating form of a pro-hero stand before them.
“Hello everyone” he said. “My name is Aizawa Shouta and I’m class 1-A’s homeroom teacher. Most of you have met me before.”
They nodded. Aizawa and Toshinori’s visits had been memorable ones, full of argument, debate and uncertainty.
“Right. Let’s get started on the tour.”
Natsuo wasn’t the only deceiver, Shoto noted, as he was fairly sure Kirishima’s chosen parent was a butch lesbian wearing a suit. Tokoyami appeared to have brought his grandfather. Todoroki felt a bit bad that he had denied Mrs Midoriya potential access to her son’s school but the situation was too funny to be worth regretting. Endeavor was fuming, as Aizawa lead the small group through the winding hallways of UA.
“This is the costumes and support items department” he drawled in a bored tone of voice. “Where your children are able to collaborate with students in the support course to create their uniforms and equipment to better their performance and realise their aesthetic.”
Kaminari had not let go of his father’s hand the entire visit. “This is where my sharp-shooting gear was made. Mei Hatsume designed it, remember I talked about her!”
His father nodded.
“Now, this is mighty impressive” Natsuo said. They hadn’t even gotten through the doors yet.
“Yeah, I forgot to ask” Bakugo spoke up. “Why do you have an accent?”
“Ah just spent the last ten years in ‘Murica!”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
Natsuo shrugged. “Maybe I like doing it” he said, in his normal voice as the parents began to file into the room.
It was a nice tour. They visited the gyms, 1-As classroom and a few other chosen spots before heading down to the cafeteria. Natsuo took to using his American accent again while Jirou’s father expressed wishes to see the auditorium. They were heading down that way when they bumped into Yagi Toshinori.
“I AM HERE!”
He gave a little glimpse of his power-up form. It didn’t last long, but he tried.
Everyone clapped appreciatively. Jirou and a few others kept making their way to the intended destination but mostly the parents wanted to talk with Toshinori, who was grabbing hands and shaking them eagerly.
“Yes, it’s very nice to see you again Mr Uraraka, Atheneum, good to see you out of uniform, and you” he took Natsuo’s hand, “must be Young Midoriya’s father!”
“That’s a me!”
Endeavor gritted his teeth.
“Allmight, that is clearly my second-oldest son Natsuo. Please refrain from encouraging him.”
“Don’t be silly Enji. Natsuo doesn’t have a moustache.”
Todoroki felt sorry for UA’s janitor. That scorch mark sure would be difficult to clean off the ceiling.
Endeavor turned to Aizawa for mercy.
“You’re his homeroom teacher, right? Make them admit it!”
Aizawa shrugged, his eyes carrying the weight of his violet Gucci-made bags. The man no longer had it in him to give a single fuck.
“The photo Izuku Midoriya gave us to identify his father matches perfectly to what has appeared. Moustache and all.”
Once Todoroki’s father had calmed down a bit and Toshinori had wrapped up photographs with the remaining parents they went down to the cafeteria where refreshments were being served for all the visitors. Natsuo dropped the act a little, if only to give Midoriya some space as Toshinori and he began to walk together. Hitoshi Shinsou from class 1-C was able to meet up with them as well and began talking quietly to Aizawa with a small smile.
Surprisingly, in the middle of lunch they had an unexpected visitor.
“Hi!” she said enthusiastically. “I’m Sayu Nanami, I’m Kouda’s stepsister!”
She was very tall. That might in part have been due to the fact she was a centaur. A big chestnut horse body was soldered to the end of her hips as she bent the two front legs in order to bow properly to the group.
“Wait, why is Kouda’s sister allowed?” Todoroki muttered. “I thought it was fathers only, not brothers and sisters.”
“Your brother is here” Endeavor snarled.
“Ah yes, I forgot Touya was hiding underneath the vending machine.”
Nanami laughed, her wavy hair tumbling with the motion. “My dad and I have a really important meeting straight after the event today and it didn’t make sense for me to just wait outside the gates for the whole time so I was allowed in!”
“She was a big help putting up the bunting.” Natsuo chimed in.
Kouda gave her a big hug and conversation resumed. Sayu Nanami was apparently a second-year Shiketsu student after getting turned down by UA the first time she applied. Bakugo called her a reject. She kicked him in the face. Todoroki knew it wouldn’t be long before Midoriya approached her to ask about her quirk and he was proved right fairly quickly when he came up, notebook held excitedly in hand.
“Hello!” he said excitedly. “My name is Midoriya Izuku and-“
“I know!!!”
“Huh?”
Izuku tilted his head.
“We’ve actually met before. You probably don’t remember me- it was a big day for you, I’m sure! Just before your big sludge villain performance, remember? You were standing on top of that building, behind the railings (you scared me!) and your shoe fell and it hit me in the face!”
As Nanami giggled at the memory, Todoroki noted that Midoriya’s entire posture dropped and his facial expression turned to one of horror.
“I am so so so sorry- I didn’t even-“
“It’s fine! You apologised enough that day as well. But you ran off before I could check you were okay. I was really worried when I saw you up there and I thought that y’know, well, you know what I thought.”
Midoriya laughed nervously, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Bakugo was looking at him with a sort of intense, silent panic. Toshinori had sat down, quite suddenly, on a nearby chair.
“And you came down the stairs to check up on me and ran off before I could get answers! But then you ended up in a class with Kouda (I adore Kouda, he’s the best little brother anyone could ask for) and he told me all this stuff and I’ll be honest, I worried more but then he told me about Black Whip and I realised, you were probably just practising your quirk, right?”
Something in Izuku relaxed. “Oh, yeah, that was it! Sorry to scare you!”
“That’s okay! But it was dangerous to do that you know, even if you had a quirk . . .”
They laughed and chatted together, just as cheerful and sunny as before.
Bakugo ran off. Toshinori was sheet-white but pulled himself together enough to respond to Atheneum asking him if he needed a drink of water.
And the day went on. Until it finished.
“One last thing to do!” Natsuo said cheerfully, pulling out the phone. “Selfie!”
Endeavor, Todoroki, Natsuo and Midoriya pulled into the tiny screen as it flashed. Once done, he passed the device back to Midoriya. “Now all you have to do is post that and tag your real father.”
“So, have you finished pretending?” Endeavor asked tiredly. Natsuo shrugged.
“Right. I’ll see you at home. Fuyumi’s hard at work making a special “father’s day” dinner and she’ll scalp us both if we miss it.”
“Don’t worry” Natsuo said smoothly. “Keigo will entertain her in the meantime.”
“YOU INVITED HAWKS?”
“See you at home!”
Endeavor stalked off, cursing under his breath. Todoroki turned to his older brother.
“Hey, thanks for coming. I really, really appreciate it. And for helping Aizawa out as well.” Though they hadn’t had much choice in that. The volunteering was Aizawa’s price for his cooperation.
“No worries. Besides we should hang out more.” Natsuo smiled. “Make up for old times, huh?”
Shoto nodded and Natsuo took his leave.
“Do you know where Bakugo went? He never came back after-“
“Um . . . maybe? I need to talk to him, in private.”
“Ah, I think Kirishima’s with him. He’ll handle it.”
“Maybe not. Todoroki-“
“Besides” Shoto continued. “Maybe you need to have a talk too, Izuku Midoriya.”
There was a silence. A long pause as they looked at each other.
“Not yet” he replied.