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Izuku felt– wrong. Very wrong. He’d been fine, just at a hero fight taking notes as usual. The villain seemed to be majorly dependent on his support gear, so his quirk must not be all that useful in combat.
“It could be a mental type, or perhaps some sort of weaker physical quirk.. No visible mutations..” He trailed off, his breath catching in his throat and shallower in his chest. The binder he bought a year ago doesn’t fit right anymore, his unfortunately developing body having cursed him with his mother’s figure.
Izuku’s sure he’d be grateful if he was a girl. But he’s not, and he hates having an hourglass figure.
Going through his notes on the quirks of the hero that was fighting, he added and amended on one of the free pages he left after the entry, for situations like this. It was going fine, great even! He got to take notes on a new quirk, he added more information to existing notes!
But then the villain was disarmed. One would think this was good. But clearly, the reason he hadn’t used his quirk that whole time was due to it being the final ace up his sleeve.
A red light shot out of his chest, a la Elsa in Frozen when she froze Anna’s heart. Everyone in the crowd was hit, reacting in varying degrees. Izuku felt himself growing hot, and his heart rate was picking up.
It wasn’t normal. School was out for Spring break until the next year started, and it’s really not all that warm. There’s enough of a chill in the air from winter becoming spring that most people are still wearing jackets, and the wind makes them stuff hands in pockets or pull the clothing closer to their bodies.
So, of course, at first, he worried that the man’s quirk would boil him alive from the inside, or get people sick instantly.
Looking around, he realized what was actually wrong.
Women and men that were hopefully married to or dating each other were coming onto each other in very overt ways for being in public at a villain fight. Izuku watched, wide-eyed as he realized that he wasn’t disgusted. His core was coiling and he felt hotter.
Shit.
When he and Hitoshi had met for the first time, Izuku had gone into the woods that he and Kacchan used to play in. After Kacchan stopped hanging out with Izuku, it wasn’t a safe place to be. But then, his godbrother turned 9 and decided that he wasn’t going to ‘play pretend in the woods like a baby anymore,’ and it became a safe haven.
There were plenty of hiding places, Izuku’s body small and limber enough to climb in trees, his hair camouflaging him basically everywhere. There was water and wild fruit to eat or use if he really wanted or needed. Some days, it staved him over until he could get home after Kacchan or someone else flipped his lunch tray.
Today was just like any other day; Izuku wanted some peace and time for himself to just.. Be. Be Izuku. Not the Midoriya girl. Not the null. Not the end of her family’s line and progeny. Just Izuku.
He skipped rocks, messed with sharp implements to make others (i.e., carving spears into sticks or rocks using knives or improvised stone tools, sometimes whittling bones he finds), tied knots with rope or clothes that he couldn’t salvage after too much damage.. And sometimes the scraps of clothes that he altered, because he didn’t want to wear the dresses and skirts that he had.
Izuku is a boy, and would be doing boy things. Like knots and whittling and boredly throwing things.
He heard steps through the foliage behind him, already tense and ready for an attack. He really just hopes that it isn’t Tsubasa here to try and drown him like when they were kids.
“Oh.” Izuku heard from behind him, and his shoulders dropped back down. That voice isn’t anyone that he knows. Turning around, he studied the boy before him.
Even though they’re only 11, the boy’s voice was already deepening. His hair the color of a nice lilac– Izuku thinks they’re called sensation lilacs?– sticking up everywhere. His eyes were similar, maybe a shade or two lighter, and his pupils are cloudy white, faded out at the edges rather than a hard line like typical eyes.
He was tall, much taller than Izuku– not hard, Izuku doesn’t eat enough no thanks to bullies, gets beat up enough to expend most energy on healing, and AFAB to boot. Still, he’s inordinately tall, and it’s clear that he knows considering his shoulders are hunched. Under his eyes are blueish bruises, likely from a lack of sleep.
No outward clues of a quirk, so either mental or emitter. No 5-point touch, since he doesn’t have finger pads.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be here, sorry.” The boy said, and Izuku shook his head.
“No, it’s fine. Nobody usually is here. It’s why I come. People refuse to come here, so it’s safe.” Izuku admitted, and the boy nodded, stepping forward.
“What’re you doing?” He asked, and Izuku shrugged.
“I’ve been trying to skip rocks. I don’t have much else to do, unless I want to make another spear.” Izuku admitted, and when the boy’s eyebrow lifted in a silent question, Izuku pointed over to his side.
In a pit Izuku had dug over a school break, there were maybe 20 spears, some of the smaller rope and clothing scraps wrapped around them to connect some of his arrow and spearheads to them (depending on the width of the stick they were made with).
“Ah.” The boy said, looking around more. “Why do people refuse to come here? It’s pretty nice.” He asked, his hands tucked into the pocket of his pants.
“Don’t you know? Playing pretend in the woods is incredibly babyish.” Izuku rolled his eyes as he spoke more bitterly than he’d ever remembered talking about Kacchan, even indirectly.
“How mature.” The boy replied, huffing a laugh after.
“I’m Shinsou Hitoshi. My parents had to move for work, so I’m transferring to this area. About to go to Aldera.” Shinsou told Izuku.
“Ah. I’m sorry for you. I go there now. Midoriya H– Izuku.” He stumbled. It isn’t often that he’s in an environment where he isn’t pretending his name isn’t Izuku. His school is transphobic, and he’s afraid to tell his mom. Why put more on her plate when she’s already burdened by a quirkless son who’s always getting injured and ruining clothes, after making her husband leave?
“It’s that bad, huh?” Shinsou asked drily, but Izuku could recognize the tense line in his shoulders.
“It’s probably the worst for me, all things considered. My childhood friend became my bully, so everything is super personal. But yeah, a lot of.. Questionable rhetoric and behavior there. Quirk use is fine until it’s ‘villainous’ or ‘useless.’ Bullying is okay because ‘heroes need quirk practice.’” Izuku rolled his eyes. Shinsou sighed very harshly.
“Well, I didn’t expect much better. I’ll just have to.. Keep my head down until I can’t anymore.” Shinsou decided aloud.
“I assume your quirk reaches one of those parameters?” Izuku asked, and Shinsou tensed. “No need to worry, nobody’s gonna listen to a null anyways.” Izuku said self-deprecatingly, watching carefully from the corner of his eye as Shinsou’s eyes widened, looking Izuku over like everyone does when they’re told.
His eyes caught on his shoes. Like everyone’s do.
“My quirk is ‘villainous.’ Brainwashing. I say something to someone, usually ask a question, and if they answer verbally I can take them under my control.” Shinsou admitted. Izuku felt his fingers start tapping on his legs like he’s typing.
“Interesting. I wonder if you have a time limit.. Could you maybe use it in interrogation? Obviously detainment. What does it take to break someone out of it? How many people can be put under at once? How many people can be held down at once? How much control is there? Is it obvious when someone is under? Can it be made less obvious?” Izuku mumbled endlessly. Shinsou’s eyes got wider and his jaw went slack as he continued talking.
“No one’s ever.. Nobody’s ever said I could use it heroically before.” Shinsou said, nearly a whisper under his breath. Izuku sighed, disappointed.
“That’s a waste. Your quirk might not be combat-oriented, sure, but fighting is only a hero’s job once people are safe. The less damage, the better. The more lives saved, the better. Your quirk is fantastic for information gathering, ending fights before damage can be done, and potentially for victim support.” Izuku listed a few theories off the top of his head. Shinsou gaped even more.
“You’re just.. Naturally like this?” The purple-haired boy is. Izuku cocked his head, but nodded.
“I didn’t get a brain transplant or anything, yeah. This is natural.” He said. Shinsou nodded plainly.
They started dating over the break during their second year of middle school. It was a quiet thing; nobody cared about them except their own parents, anyways. The staff and students at Aldera certainly didn’t.
It was an awkward venture at first. It felt like something in the dynamic had to change since they were romantic now instead of platonic. Holding hands and cuddling meant more than it did before, even though it didn’t need to. Once they got over themselves, it was the best thing they’d ever had.
They could have conversations about crazy hypotheticals like ‘what would you do if there was a villain attack at the school,’ or ‘what would you call yourself if you ever became a vigilante?’ The most outrageous, yet also most realistic, was ‘what would you do if you got hit by a lust quirk?’
It was a strange thing for 2 not-even-13-year-olds-yet to be thinking about, but the quirk registry is public, and there are a lot of people with lust-related quirks; some induce lust, some make existing lust worse, some force lust. It’s just that a majority grow up and find that there is a very lucrative job market in the BDSM and porn industry (not to mention the fertility industry), rather than becoming villains. Add that to the fact that Izuku spends his time at villain fights taking notes, and there are a lot of people there that may use their quirk just due to fear or accidental activation, anything is possible.
“Hmm. Well, depends on the variables. No matter what, I’d probably go straight to whoever I feel safest with and am closest to. If it’s a quirk that can wear off without activity, I’d probably opt to just avoid anyone until I ride it out. If not, I guess I would go to you.” Izuku flushed. It was embarrassing to admit something like this to his boyfriend who he’d only been dating for a few months.
“First, I’d want you to try and brainwash me. See if I can be broken out of it that way. If not.. Well, I trust you.” Izuku admitted, his face a terribly bright red as he avoided eye contact with Hitoshi.
“Aww, come on sunshine. Thank you for trusting me.” Hitoshi said, smiling at Izuku with more expression in his eyes than most of the people in their lives thought he was capable of. And also a light flush on his cheeks that nobody would believe ever happened.
“If it makes you feel less embarrassed, I would come straight to you if I got hit with one.” Hitoshi said, and Izuku’s face flushed more, burying his face in Hitoshi’s shoulder so he wouldn’t have to face his boyfriend.
“Can we talk about something else?” Izuku asked, muffled by his boyfriend’s hoodie, but he felt it against his hair when Hitoshi nodded, so he removed his face from the hoodie, only to get caught in a sweet kiss.
Izuku had tried. He’d tried so, so hard to wait in his room, locked in and knowing that there was nobody coming for hours. But the longer he went trying to wait the quirk out, the worse he felt. His stomach was cramping endlessly, sweat dripped down his face. All he could feel was need, and he was tempted to put on a menstrual pad just to keep from ruining his boxers.
This wasn’t working.
He reached aimlessly for his phone, finally flopping his hand onto the device and opening his contacts. It wasn’t hard to find Hitoshi’s in it, considering the only other contacts he has are Mom’s, Aunty’s, Uncle’s, and Kacchan’s. Besides, Hitoshi’s is favorited.
Izuku waited, impatience roiling and mixing with the need in him as the phone rang once.. Twice.. Thr—
“Hey? I thought you were watching a hero fight?” Hitoshi asked, sounding as though he’d been napping. Somewhere in his head, Izuku felt guilty for waking his boyfriend when he usually didn’t sleep that well. But that part of his head was severely overpowered by how much pain he’s in right now.
“I got– I need. Hah–” Izuku couldn’t even string together a sentence. He heard shuffling as Hitoshi obviously realized that something was wrong with him.
“Try 3 words or less.” Hitoshi said, and Izuku still heard Hitoshi shuffling.
“You. Here. Lust quirk. Villain fight.” Izuku finally got out, gritting his teeth together and groaning in pain between pants for air. He didn’t realize how hard it was to breath until he tried to talk as well.
“Shit. Okay. Do you know anything about it?” Hitoshi asked, clearly backtracking.
“Mmm– Uh. Hah, um. Waited. Hour. Check news? Hit crowd.” Izuku said, trying to remember what happened at the fight. It was hazy, all he knew were the moments before it became bad enough to run, fear filling him at the thought of people getting desperate enough to molest a child his age, when everyone in the crowd was far too old for him.
“Okay, I’ll put you into my headphones and check the news. I promise I’m comin’, okay?” Hitoshi asked, sounding stressed, and like he was running.
Izuku could only whine, and he knew that if he were lucid he’d be embarrassed about it. And he probably will be embarrassed about it when he’s lucid.
“Okay, I found an article. Guy got arrested. The quirk affects AFAB people stronger than men, because it.. Is meant to increase fertility. As in you’re guaranteed a pregnancy from it. His quirk effects cause what’s equivalent to an ovulation cycle with unbearable.. Need.. until you have unprotected sex. Plan B doesn’t work because.. Well, duh.” Hitoshi explained, and only some of the words were working in Izuku’s head.
But they had gone over what precautions there were for safe sex, since their school is unbearably ‘abstinence only.’ If you’re ovulating, Plan B doesn’t work. And the quirk replicates that regardless of where in your cycle you actually are.
“Can’t avoid it. Worry later. Here. Please.” Izuku said, panting harder. His head felt like it would explode, and his heart felt like it might do a classic cardiac arrest– beat so hard that it just stops.
“I promise baby, I’m about to get to your front door.” Hitoshi said, and Izuku could hear him run up the stairs probably two at a time, and then a moment later could faintly hear his actual footsteps off the phone as he approached the front door. He threw the door open, hanging up the phone call.
“Izuku!” He called from the living room, and Izuku whined. It must’ve been loud enough for Hitoshi to know where he was, because he heard steps and then he was in his room.
“Izuku, oh god. You’re really warm. What do you need, sunshine?” Hitoshi asked, brushing sweaty curls from Izuku’s forehead. Izuku leaned into the contact, tears leaving his eyes.
“Just make.. Make it stop. Hurting.” Izuku cried, grabbing Hitoshi’s hands and bringing him closer. Hitoshi swore.
“My quirk didn’t even hook at you. You’re in too much pain for it to work. I’m sorry baby.” Hitoshi apologized, knowing what the only alternative was. He’d kind of hoped that their first time would be.. Something more romantic than a necessity.
“Please, ‘Toshi.. Don’t care.” Izuku whined, fisting Hitoshi’s jacket, which he’d hastily thrown over his sleeping shirt after realizing he needed to leave.
“Okay. I’ll do my best, Izuku.” Hitoshi promised, kissing his forehead. Everything else was a blur as the pain and anticipation his body manufactured made a haze in his mind.
Waking up the next morning was unfortunate. Izuku remembered, and it wasn’t bad. Nothing of the sort. It was just kinda embarrassing. He’d been… very unlike himself, shall we say. The quirk made him vocal and desperate in a way that Izuku didn’t like to think of himself.
Hitoshi was, at least, catching up on sleep. He was sprawled out on Izuku’s too-small bed (twin sized beds are not suited to sharing of any type, especially with how tall Hitoshi is), hugging Izuku on top of him. It would’ve been endearing if Izuku wasn’t so humiliated.
Not only did the quirk make him.. Well, sound desperate and unlike himself, but he also felt Hitoshi’s… stuff leaking out of him.
He got up and out of bed, rushing for his dresser and pulling out a pair of underwear that had gotten stained during his last period, which meant that them getting semen on them was the least of his concern. Izuku quickly pulled them on, grabbing another pair of underwear and a pantyliner, then threw on a big shirt that he had so that he could run to the bathroom.
Once he felt like he’d cleaned himself as best as he could, considering it’s the first time he’s had to, Izuku put the pantyliner down in his fresh underwear and pulled them on. He tossed the soiled ones into the sink to rinse out, and washed his hands, waiting until they were clean before dragging his fingers down his face.
He and Hitoshi might’ve gotten kind of rough yesterday. Izuku hadn’t noticed in the moment, but there were grip marks on his thighs, and his hair is a hot mess. He flushed at his reflection, then distracted himself with rinsing out his underwear, then wrung them out before leaving with them.
Once back in his room, he put them straight in the dirty laundry hamper, then went back to the bed. Hitoshi stirred at the new contact and weight on him, but otherwise stayed asleep. Izuku was frankly shocked– his boyfriend usually wakes up at the sound of a text when his phone’s on silent.
Speaking of; checking his phone, Izuku sees mostly nothing. His mom texted him last night, saying that she’d be home late– around 2:00AM. He sighed in relief, he and Hitoshi were definitely asleep by then, and she didn’t even know Hitoshi was here. She probably ran on autopilot straight to her room without checking on them.
He’d have to admit to it now, but at least he won’t get in trouble without being able to explain himself to her.
Izuku sighed, looking through a few news notifications he got; almost everything about the lust villain. Apparently, his last desperate attempt at escape resulted in a– oh god.. A 10-year old girl got assaulted. And the man’s quirk guarantees pregnancy.
People were calling for the death penalty, for the villain essentially causing the assault (orchestrating was too far, he didn’t have a say in what people did, nor did he likely know there was a little girl there. But he still caused it). Not to mention the amount of damage he’d done before unleashing a wave of lust on everyone around him for a 20-meter radius.
Izuku wasn’t one for the death penalty; he believes in people being able to change, and contribute to society in a healthy way. But he.. Kind of agrees? It could be a bias; he’d nearly been in that situation too. If he didn’t realize what was happening, if he didn’t have someone to go to that would help him?
And the fact was, the villain had to know that his quirk wouldn’t have done all that much to the male pro-hero fighting him. A bit of heightened lust but nothing like what he did to the female civilians everywhere around him. There was no reason to use his quirk like he did. He consciously chose to cause chaos that wouldn’t prevent his capture, just to have the final laugh.
Putting his phone down, he decided it was best that he get up and do something. It’s not like he’d be going back to sleep.
He left his phone in his room, leaving a note on his bedside table to tell ‘Toshi that he’s making breakfast and to take his pick of clothing from the ‘oversized’ side of his closet (which Hitoshi had helped him organize anyways) whenever he comes out. It also said that if his mother woke up first, he’d be telling her what happened.
By the time the breakfast was done, Hitoshi was awake. He’d slept more than he usually does at night, so it wasn’t a terribly surprising thing that he was up. He cuddled up in Izuku’s space, kissing the top of his head and then sitting at the table to eat.
Izuku went to go see if his mother was awake, and found that she was out of her bed, so she was probably using the bathroom or showering.
He and Hitoshi ended up eating while waiting for his mother, leaving out enough food for her to eat, and then they spoke idly. It was very slightly stilted with awkwardness, but considering the activities they partook in the day before, it made sense.
Inko walked out with her house clothes on, then flushed with some embarrassment at Hitoshi being there and seeing her in one of her ‘embarrassing, do not wear this in public’ shirts (which read “My husband is a DILF: Dad I’d Like to Fucking punt into the sun”). It was hilarious to Hitoshi and Izuku, but they understood that at some point adults had to develop shame. It was a gag gift from Mitsuki anyways.
“Oh. Hitoshi-kun. If I’d known you were here, I would’ve made myself more presentable.” Inko said, her cheeks slightly flushed. She still sat down, as it’s too late for Hitoshi to unsee her this way.
“It’s alright Midoriya-san. I didn’t plan on coming here, it was an emergency yesterday.” Hitoshi said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Izuku was playing with his fingers and nervously preparing.
“Is everything alright?” Inko asked, looking between the two of them. Hitoshi looked at Izuku, and Izuku locked eyes with him for a moment.
“I’m fine now. I got hit with a quirk at a villain fight yesterday.” Izuku admitted to his mother, who dropped her chopsticks immediately.
“What?? And you didn’t come to the hospital?! I know you didn’t, everyone in the emergency room knows to tell me immediately if you’re there!” Inko said, standing up and looking Izuku over.
“Yeah, it wasn’t a ‘go to the hospital’ type quirk, mom.” Izuku said, nervousness crept into his voice. Inko backed up a bit. She squinted and then looked over to Hitoshi, back to Izuku.
“And what kind was it?” Inko asked, sitting back down so she was equidistant from the both of them, and could look at them at the same time.
“I’ll send you a link to an article about the fight, but the villain had.. A lust quirk.” Inko gasped. “I tried to wait it out for an hour?” Izuku turned to Hitoshi, who nodded. “But it got to the point that it was hard to breathe, my head was pounding and my stomach hurt so bad that if I had tried to eat I would’ve puked right then.” Izuku told his mother, who put her hand up to her heart with sadness in her eyes.
“He had a fever, skin was damp with sweat and hot to the touch.” Hitoshi added.
“Me and Hitoshi agreed a while ago that if I ever got hit with one, the first thing we’d try after waiting it out is to have him use his quirk, and see if it was a mental manipulation that can be broken by another mental quirk.” Izuku explained, and Inko nodded with understanding.
“I was in so much pain that he couldn’t even try to use his quirk. The ‘hook’ in his head had nothing to grab.” Izuku said, looking down and ignoring the flush that came to him when Hitoshi grabbed his left hand.
“The last resort was to trust Hitoshi to take care of me. The villain’s quirk doesn’t deactivate until the person or people effected have unprotected sex. It’s worse for people like.. Us.” Izuku gestured between himself and mom, and she nodded encouragingly, “because it makes us desperate to.. Reproduce.” He finished, dodging saying the real words. Inko gasped again.
“You had to..” She said, her voice heavy with tears.
“It wasn’t.. The worst thing that could’ve happened. I checked the news again this morning. A ten year old girl was hit by the quirk and didn’t get out of the crowd.” Izuku said, and his mom and Hitoshi both gasped, Hitoshi’s a harsh, hissing inhale through his teeth, his mother stifled a sob.
“That poor baby..” She trailed off. “Did you–” she started to ask, and Hitoshi shook his head.
“It sends you into ovulation. No birth control, no condoms, and plan B won’t work. It’s have the baby, or get an abortion once it’s developed enough to know it’s there.” Hitoshi said. Inko nodded.
“Well, in that case.. I’ll start saving some money for the procedure, and I want you to watch your symptoms carefully so we can get you tested as soon as possible Izuku. If you want the procedure, then you can end the pregnancy. I feel like that’s between you and Hitoshi, and perhaps Hitoshi’s parents.” Inko said, looking between the boys.
They were kind of shell shocked, expecting some anger at them. Even if it was irrational.
“Thank you, for understanding, Midoriya-san.” Hitoshi said, his head bowed a bit. A mix of shame and gratefulness in him. Inko smiled at him.
“You helped my son, Hitoshi-kun. There’s no need to be thankful. I should be thankful to you.” She said, and Hitoshi’s face flushed.
Hitoshi didn’t ever expect to be in this position with his parents.
That is, having to tell them that he had gotten a partner pregnant.
For one, since he got his quirk, he kind of thought that nobody would want to get within 3 feet of him (regardless of the fact that his quirk works at any distance, voice activated and all). For two, he is outrageously gay. Hitoshi had just never accounted for having a trans boyfriend when he imagined himself dating.
But here he is; he promised Izuku that he could explain everything himself. They’d been understandably freaked out when he’d left the day before without saying anything to them, and then didn’t come back until the next day.
“So.. Midoriya-san said I should probably get your opinion on something.” Hitoshi started awkwardly, seeing his mother raise an eyebrow with an expression much like his own, and his father lean forward curiously.
“Go on, son. It’s alright.” His father encouraged. It was nice, admittedly.
Hitoshi took in a slow, perhaps slightly shaky breath before he spoke, using the moment to string together the right words in the right order.
“This is going to be a long, strung-out explanation. Bear with me. I need you to have context before I just.. Say what I need your opinion on.” Hitoshi told his parents, looking them both in the eyes one at a time so that they could know how serious he was being. They both nodded, his mother’s face looking almost expressive with her worry.
“Yesterday, before I left suddenly, Izuku was watching a hero fight closer to the city. He got hit with a quirk during the fight and left the fight to isolate himself.” Hitoshi told his parents. His mother’s brows furrowed with thought, and his father just idly nodded. Mom watches the news more than dad.
“The quirk he got hit with was the villain with the lust quirk. Izuku got hit with a lust quirk.” Hitoshi explained shortly to his parents. Both paled, though mom less-so than dad, who looked about ready to clutch his pearls.
“Izuku tried to self-isolate and ride out the quirk, but after an hour he got sick. He was hot to the touch, sweating enough to water a plant, and he couldn’t breathe properly. Izuku was in a lot of physical pain. So he called me. He hoped that I could use my quirk to disrupt any mental connection that might have powered the lust quirk.” He drawled, tangling his fingers together as he momentarily averted his eyes.
“But he was in pain. Pain breaks people out of our quirks.” Hitoshi’s dad said, his brows furrowed once more.
“Yes. I didn’t realize how much pain, especially since me and Izuku have been training my quirk so that I can hold people even if they’re on a level 5 on the pain scale. I couldn’t even try to hook him.” Hitoshi sighed, and his parents both reacted with what he could only assume was dread. His mom swallowed and turned to the side, and his dad ran a hand through his hair, stopping and resting on the back of his neck.
“I’d checked the news on the way there, and his quirk details were already released. The only, only way for his quirk to be released is for the effected individual to have unprotected sex, specifically for reproduction. The quirk guarantees pregnancy.” Hitoshi told his parents, who took in breaths. Not loudly, thankfully. He would’ve felt like he was in trouble.
“Before you ask, we’d talked about a situation like this before. If it’s me, I self-isolate and then if it’s getting worse, assume it won’t wear off for my own safety and Izuku takes care of me. If it’s Izuku, same first step and then the next try is using my quirk. If that doesn’t work, I take care of him.” Hitoshi told his parents, who nodded, though they were tense.
“Inko is willing to pay for Izuku’s abortion if he wants one, but she also thinks that you guys should have some say in.. my side of this decision.” Hitoshi trailed off, seeing his parents share a long glance. He knows they’re talking in mom’s head again.
They both turn back to him at the same time, and he knows that they’ve made a decision.
“We will let you make a decision on this with Izuku. While we have a preferred choice, we’re not about to make choices about your life and future when you were mature enough to consider all of the consequences before doing this.” Mom said, and Hitoshi slumped with slight relief. No matter what his parents might have preferred, he would’ve been (more than) slightly resistant if they were deadset on it regardless of his feelings about it.
“Do you think you could handle having a child, Hitoshi?” Dad asked, leaning forward gently. Hitoshi looked down, picking at his fingers as he thought.
“I don’t know. That’s more Izuku’s choice than mine. No matter what I want, if he doesn’t want to have a kid, he won’t. If he does, then I’ll do everything I can to help him. I helped make it, but his body’s doing most of the work and bearing most of the burden.” Hitoshi told his parents. His mom squinted.
“That wasn’t what we meant. I think you know that.” She said, accusingly. Hitoshi sighed.
“I once heard someone say that nobody is actually ready to have children. I think that having a kid will be hard, especially since me and Izuku both want to be heroes. But I’m willing to beat odds already, so I’ll just beat more.” He said, determination in his voice. His parents both nodded at him.
“We’ll support you boys as much as you need. You’re still children yourselves.” His father said comfortingly.
“Thanks mom. Thanks dad.” Hitoshi muttered quietly.