❤️ TodoDeku 💚

"Is that really okay?" Izuku asks twiddling his thumbs as he looks toward Momo who sends him a reassuring smile and nods happily, "I know it's a big step in her life but... you're a girl, you know about this stuff,"

"Izuku, (Y/n) is like a daughter to me," Momo explains with a soft giggle as her goddaughter stands before her with her All Might purse in her hands, "I'm more than happy to take her out for bra shopping. We'll get measured and then we'll get a couple of different ones and then have some lunch,"

"Why can't we go?" Shoto asks tilting his head as he adjusts his daughters collar on her blouse. The girl giggling when Shoto kisses her nose, "I mean... surely we can go?"

"You want to get funny looks for being the only guy in the lingerie bit?" Izuku asks making Shoto shake his head. The greenette laughing at his husband as Shoto pouts, "We have patrol anyway, Sho, so we won't be able to come,"

"But how is there more than one bra?" Shoto enquires making Momo take a deep breath to try and think of the easiest way to explain this sort of thing, "I thought a bra was a bra?"

Knowing that the answer will take forever and a day to answer, Izuku sends a smile toward Momo before grabbing his husbands hand and leading him away. Both parents give their daughter a quick kiss on the forehead and a goodbye before Shoto is dragged away by his husband to begin their afternoon patrol tat they usually are scheduled for on a Saturday. Momo couldn't help but laugh as she sees Shoto looking back toward her for some sort of answer before pouting when Momo shrugs gently.

With (Y/n) getting much older now and developing into a young woman, it began to be apparent that she may need to think about getting bras. Nothing too fancy. A bra that is supportive and comfortable. A bra that she'll feel confident in. Just a training bra, one without wires so it doesn't damage any developing tissue. She couldn't get away with not wearing a bra anymore. Both Inko and Rei had made it apparent that she needed to get one.

However, with having two male parents, the task of buying a bra was harder than anticipated. One of them, being Izuku, had no clue how the whole ordeal of buying a bra worked and didn't even know where to start. The other, being Shoto, had no clue about bras whatsoever and just knew them as the article of clothing that holds boobs in place so they don't get in the way or cause back pain. That's all they really knew between them. They didn't know what bras she needed nor what they needed to do to get those bras.

Which is where Momo comes in.

Momo is a woman, as far as they're aware, who has experience (a lot of experience) in buying these sorts of things. Momo knows what she's doing and she is the best person when it comes to explaining things. It's not like she doesn't know what bra would be good for someone, she has to find specific ones for herself otherwise she finds herself feeling unsupportive and uncomfortable. They would have asked Ochaco but Momo is (Y/n)'s godmother and favourite aunt (not that they'd tell anyone that).

So here they were, heading to the clothes store in order to get (Y/n) a couple of bras to wear. On the way there, Momo had begun to explain the different types of bras in as much detail as she could possibly muster. The black haired woman explaining how sports bras were best for support when you're doing exercise and when you feel like having a lazy day. How you have other sorts of bras that are mainly for show to impress someone (but she's too young for those at the moment). Momo being very thorough with her explanations, smiles to herself when they finally reach the store.

"Here we are!" Momo beams, smiling brightly toward her niece who seems quite uncomfortable at the fact that she has to do this, "Hey, don't feel uncomfortable okay? This is something all women do,"

"Being a girl is so complicated," (Y/n) grumbles as she follows her aunt into the store to reveal the immense amount of clothing on the racks, "Why can't there just be one bra for everything? Then it would be so much easier,"

"Because there is someone that thinks that there should be a bra for every occasion," Momo explains with a faint giggle at the girls apprehensive manner to the matter, "Come on, it won't be so bad,"

Unable to believe her but follows her regardless, (Y/n) tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. The girl looking around at the clothes as she's guided toward the underwear section where mannequins wearing silky bras and lacy lingerie stood. Her eyes roaming around the store and making mental notes to make sure what she likes and what she doesn't like. The girl making a note on what's comfortable and what's uncomfortable in her eyes. A small sigh leaving her lips as Momo heads straight for the counter.

"Hi, I booked an appointment for (Y/n) Todoroki - Midoriya," Momo explains, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and flashing a smile toward the worker, "She's to be measured for a bra,"

The worker nods and sends Momo a smile as she grabs the measuring tape before leading them through toward the changing rooms. Momo rubs (Y/n)'s back gently as they walk in and the woman closes the curtain behind them. The fourteen year old girl looks around gently as she slowly takes off her shirt and hands it to Momo who turns away to give her niece some sort of modesty while the worker measures her chest with a small hum.

Once finished, (Y/n) quickly puts her shirt back on while the worker explains her size to Momo. The woman nodding along to the worker as she leads her niece out of the changing room and into the main lingerie section where they can get her some bras to wear. Little (Y/n) almost shifting uncomfortably at the sight of bras.

"Do I have to wear these?" She asks as she feels the fabric of the bras to make sure they're soft, "They seem uncomfortable... do I have to?"

"You don't have to but they just support your breasts," Momo explains gently and pulls out a couple of non wired bras that should be comfortable for her, "We won't get the wired bras since they might not be comfortable for you,"

"Why don't we get the sports bras? Uncle Eiji's daughter wears sports bras!" (Y/n) whines pouting toward her auntie who giggles and nods, "Please?"

"We'll get sports bras too, just for you,"...

"Yay! Then can we go for fried chicken?"...

"Of course we can,"...

💜 ShinKami 💛

Kyoka curses under her breath as she walks into the clothing store with one of her best friends and her niece. The short haired female casting a knowing eye toward her friend as she leads them both toward the underwear section of the store with a small hum. Her hand holding her niece's to guide her through, ready to be of assistance whenever (Y/n) needs the help. The little fourteen year old girl looking around curiously before giggling when they finally reach the underwear section and she sees a ton of bras and panties that she didn't know existed.

Unfortunately, taking Denki Kaminari and his daughter shopping for underwear is a heft task in itself. Not only does Denki find the ladies underwear quite funny and sometimes provocative, (Y/n) finds them hilarious too. She can't help but giggle whenever she walks past the underwear section or whenever she sees lingerie when they go shopping for clothes. The pair of them are very similar when it comes to this sort of thing and Hitoshi can't help but laugh whenever it happens too because it's hilarious.

So, to help her niece get herself some bras instead of allowing Denki to get her ones that are too big or too uncomfortable, Kyoka decided to step up and be there for the 'girly advice'. Plus, Kyoka needed to get some more underwear for herself anyway.

As they reach the section, (Y/n) bites back a cacophony of giggles as she stares toward the many designs and many patterns of the underwear. Both father and daughter biting back a laugh as they see the very skimpy underwear that barely covers anything. Immediately, the blonde grabs some underwear for himself (something that Kyoka will have to inform Hitoshi of later) while (Y/n) waits for Kyoka to give her a quick run through of what bra is which and what to wear when. Her eyes sparkling with playfulness as she looks toward her papa who grins and sticks his tongue out with a laugh.

Who says becoming a woman has to be so serious?

Knowing that this will take forever and a day, Kyoka leads (Y/n) toward the section for teenagers to leave Denki with the rest of the underwear. The purple haired woman smiling toward her niece as she clears her throat and rubs her back to begin explaining what happens and why we use certain bras.

"Okay, so, what we'll start you off with is a training bra," Kyoka explains softly as she pulls out a white bra, a pink bra with a flower charm in the centre and some nude and black bras as well, "They're not wired and they're just to help you get used to wearing a bra, okay?"

"What about the funny bras?" (Y/n) asks pointing toward the lacy bras while Kyoka bites back a laugh at (Y/n)'s name for them, "They look uncomfortable,"

"They're for... another occasion and probably something you'll want to talk to your papa about or maybe even Auntie Momo? They'll be better to talk to about... that," Kyoka explains, trying not to double over in a fit of laughter as (Y/n) pouts and looks back toward the training bras, "Now these a—"

"Oh my god! Kyoka! Look how sexy this one looks!"

Immediately, Denki races toward his best friend and daughter with a lingerie set in hand. The blonde grinning from ear to ear as he shows Kyoka the set. The set being a soft pastel purple colour that almost matched his husbands hair perfectly. It was full of lace and some stockings which Denki couldn't help but love. Kyoka shakes her head with a small laugh while (Y/n) tilts her head confused.

"I don't need that?" (Y/n) asks looking toward Kyoka who clears her throat to stop herself from laughing at the confusion on her nieces face, "Papa! I can't wear that!"

"It's not for you! You idiot, it's for me!" Denki says, flicking his daughters forehead making her whine slightly as she rubs her forehead with a pout. The blonde showing his friend; "So? Won't it make my ass look great?"

"No! It'll make it look ugly!" (Y/n) says sticking her tongue out toward her father who sticks his tongue out back toward her while flipping her off, "Purple isn't your colour, papa, you know that,"

"Hey! Purple is too my co —"

"Denki, honey, I love you, I really do," Kyoka hums toward her friend before taking the lingerie and placing it on one of the racks with hum, "But we're here for your daughter to get her bras. So let's focus on that? Okay? We can look at your sex clothes at a later date,"

"Sex clothes?" (Y/n) asks confused, looking toward Kyoka who curses under her breath and grits her teeth, "Papa! What are you doing to my daddy?!"

While Kyoka cringes in utter shame for saying such things nearby her niece, (Y/n) looks toward her papa who can't help but double over laughing. The blonde wheezing with giggles as he falls to the floor and clutches at his stomach with a grin. (Y/n) whines to herself as she stands there in utter confusion. The fourteen year old becoming more and more confused at the fact that Kyoka is cringing and Denki is laughing like a madman.

While the adults are laughing, (Y/n) looks toward the head and adds a couple toward the basket in Denki's hand. The fourteen year old taking a deep breath as she walks off to grab some underwear for herself (knowing that she needs some more). The girl leaves the adults to do their own thing before arriving back with the articles of clothing she needs.

"You finished?"...

"Yes, firefly, let's go pay for the stuff okay?"...

"And I'm totally telling dad about sex clothes even though I don't know what they are,"...

🖤 EraserMic 💛

Having a little sister always means that Eri has to step up to the plate in certain points in her sisters life. She is more than happy to too. She wants to be there for her first bra and her first period (which she was) and her first lover. Eri wants to be the best big sister she can be... Eri can't leave her fathers to get (Y/n) her bras or help her with her period. Eri knows what her parents are like and she also knows that sometimes there are things that her parents do not need to be involved in certain aspects of her sisters life. 

You see, both Shota and Hizashi can be extremely cringe when it comes to certain things. Hizashi will go all mushy and coo and coddle whenever you receive your first something. He'll cuddle you like a big teddy bear and refuse to let you go until you are gasping for air.

Then there's Shota. Either he'll know everything about it and give you advice (which is the positive side of all) or he'll know nothing about it and find it quite strange. Which is when Shota will either avoid you or he'll read up on it as much as he can. It's an either or situation. You get one or the other, not both.

The first time Eri got her bra, she went with Ochaco, Tsuyu and Nejire. All three of them giving her advice on which one to use and when to wear it. Nejire would show her which ones were comfortable while Ochaco would give her advice on which ones to wear when and what bras were best for when you work as a hero. Tsuyu would then tell her what colours would be best. Each of them giving Eri that little bit of confidence.

Now Eri wanted to do the same for her sister....

Humming softly to herself, Eri leads her little sister through the store with her wrist in her hand as she takes her in the direction of the underwear department with a faint smile. The light haired girl rubbing her sisters back as she seems slightly perturbed at the sheer appearance of the bras. Her eyes shimmering in confusion and almost distaste as Eri leads her through toward one of the counters nearby.

"They look really weird," (Y/n) mumbles toward her sister who sends her a reassuring smile and kisses her forehead to keep her comfortable, "Do we have to get these things? I don't need a bra, really..."

"Come on, (Y/n), it'll be okay," Eri tells her softly, rubbing her back as she rings the little bell on the counter and takes a deep breath, "Hi, can we measure my little sister? It's the first time we're getting a bra,"

"Of course we can, if you could go in the first changing booth," The worker explains with a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she grabs the tape measure, "So is this your first time?"

"Yeah, my papa says that I'm now old enough for a bra," (Y/n) says as she walks into the changing booth and follows the instructions to be measured, "And my dad says that I need to be supported now,"

"Really?" The worker asks while she measures the girls chest with a small hum. Eri standing behind her to make sure that everything is going smoothly and her sister is comfortable throughout the whole process, "So your sister is taking you?"

"Yeah, Eri helps me out with all the girly stuff," (Y/n) says as she's allowed to put her shirt back on before leaning into her sisters warmth as Eri rubs her back and pulls her close, "Are we finished?"

"Nearly, we just need to pick out some bras," Eri reassures her with a small smile and kisses her forehead as the worker informs her of her bra size, "We won't get any wired ones okay? They aren't good for developing breast tissue,"

(Y/n) nods softly, drinking in every word her sister utters and soaking it up like a sponge in water. Eri giving her the ins and outs of the bras on the rack, the girl trying to remember what Ochaco had told her about sports bras and then what Nejire told her about not wearing a bra in the evening so it allows your breasts to breath and remembering what Tsuyu told her about the training bras and how to make them more comfortable. The facts pouring in while (Y/n) listens happily.

"So, we'll need the essential colours," Eri explains as she looks toward each of the bras and begins to pick out bras that were of important colours, "Black, white and nude colours because they'll be the best ones to wear,"

"Why not pink?" (Y/n) asks looking toward the more colourful bras before gasping and pulling out a soft blue bra, "What about this blue one?! It's so cute!"

"(Y/n), we only need a small amount of—"

"Oh my god, and look at this purple one," (Y/n) coos, showing her sister the pale purple bra while Eri nods slowly and rubs the back of her neck, "Ooh! Look at these ones! I want that black and red one,"

"That's a sports bra, you need only a —"

Not even acknowledging her sisters words, (Y/n) continues to pick out a mass of bras with a bright smile. The fourteen year old placing the bras she loves into the basket in her sisters arms while babbling to herself at how cute certain bras are. Her eyes glistening with joy as she looks toward her sister when she's finally finished picking out the bras that she wishes to own.

"You sure you don't want to buy the whole store?"...

"I like these ones, papa said to get lots,"...

"Yeah but you don't wear a different one everyday, you can last up to a couple of days with the same one,"...

🤍 TodoBaku 🧡

Today almost seemed surreal, if Shoto and Katsuki were being perfectly honest with themselves. They just couldn't really fathom how quickly this day has come, it seems like it was yesterday that their daughter was still a little toddler dressing up in princess dresses and walking down her makeshift catwalk. Now their daughter is developing into a young woman, becoming more and more mature as the days and the months go by, and now she is at the point where she needs bras. A fun time for everyone...

Which meant that she needed to go to the store to get the said bras for herself otherwise she'd feel unsupported in the chest area. Which isn't something that they want for their daughter. They want her to be comfortable. They want her to have that bit more of independence.

Unfortunately, with both male parents with no knowledge whatsoever on women's underwear, buying bras was a task in itself. They were both men! They don't wear bras! Katsuki wouldn't be seen dead in a bra and Shoto thinks that they're melon holders!

Neither Shoto or Katsuki knew anything about buying them, about measuring for them nor did they know about what bra to buy. There were so many! They were bound to get the wrong one and then leave their daughter with the most uncomfortable bra in the whole world! So they couldn't be the ones that helped her choose her bras.

They definitely couldn't...

So they needed someone who knew what they were doing and would have their daughters best interest at heart. Someone who knows the ins and outs about, not only fashion, but about comfort as well. So they only knew one person that would probably get the job done right. Which meant that they had to ask Camie, their daughters loving godmother, if she could be the one to help their daughter buy her first pairs of bras.

Despite Katsuki worrying about Camie letting his daughter buying bras that are inappropriate!

Katsuki didn't really know what to expect when his daughter arrived home from the clothes store with her aunt Camie. Neither did Shoto, if he was being honest with himself. Both of them expected the worst possible outcome. That their daughter would come home with lacy bras that barely cover anything, with bras that seemed way to uncomfortable to even imagine wearing them made your skin crawl. That (Y/n) would come home with tons of bras that were way too inappropriate for her to wear.

So imagine their surprise when (Y/n) got home with a bag full of normal bras that were appropriate with Camie walking in with a bright smile on her lips. The brunette rubbing her niece's back as they walk into the living room and make themselves comfy while Katsuki walks over to hand Camie a glass of water. Slowly, the blonde takes the bag and dumps the contents onto the couch. The male wanting to make sure that Camie isn't hiding anything she shouldn't have in the bag.

He can't be too sure.

As he goes through the clothes, he pulls out two hoodies. One in a soft pink colour and another in a black colour that he knows his daughter will use for comfy clothes when she's got nothing to do. Some spaghetti strap tops. A pinafore dress that looked adorable with its black, white and red plaid pattern. A small smile on his lips when he notices a Dynamight hoodie and a Shoto hoodie floating through the sea of clothes Camie bought his daughter.

"Katsuki, I'm an amazing aunt, I would never buy anything that she shouldn't have," Camie tells him with a small pout, the girl sticking her tongue out toward (Y/n) who giggles and sticks her tongue back out at her with a smile, "We had fun, didn't w —"

"Do you want to explain this?" Katsuki asks, pulling out a red bra with a little bit of lace on the front. Camie arching a brow at Katsuki as he points toward the lace covering the bra cup, "We said no lingerie! That's not —"

"That isn't lingerie! That's just a bra with lace on," Camie groans, rubbing her temple as Katsuki narrows his eyes and looks toward the bra again, "We thought it was cute. It's not wired, it's a training bra and it's not for... sweetie, cover your ears,"

"It's not for sex," Shoto says before (Y/n) can cover her ears. Camie laughing as (Y/n) cringes at the word and gags playfully when Shoto walks in, "That's a cute melon holder, (Y/n),"

"It's not a melon holder, Sho," Camie deadpans looking toward Shoto who tilts his head and picks up the bra, "It's for holding boobs,"

The smile on Shoto's face immediately drops as he stares at the article of clothing in his hands. How was he supposed to know they hold boobs?! Toya told him they were melon holders and Natsuo said that too! Did they lie?! Why would they lie about that?!

"Ew!" Shoto squeals, throwing the bra at his daughter who giggles and catches it before placing it back in the bag, "But how come you don't wear a bra Kat? You have b —"

"They're pecs! They're not boobs!"...

"Are you sure? You have bigger boobs than Kyoka! You can balance a drink —"...

"Sho, don't finish that sentence or I'll rip your dick off,"...

💙 ShigaDabi 💜

(Y/n) hums gently to herself as Kurogiri stands in front of her with a measuring tape in his hands. The male sending her a small smile with his eyes as he wraps the tape around her chest, underneath her forming breasts, to begin figuring out what her bra size would be. A small smile playing (Y/n)'s lips as Toga flicks through the many bras that Fuyumi bought from the nearby clothing store to let (Y/n) try on and figure out her cup size. Any that are too big or too small would be sold forward or handed to friends. The fourteen year old thanking Kurogiri as he pulls away and speaks to Fuyumi who nods along with his words.

With (Y/n) developing into a young women, her period had begun and now her chest is beginning to grow. She couldn't not wear bras anymore because she's becoming a woman. Something that Dabi never wanted to happen. He wanted her to be a baby forever but unfortunately, he knows that she needs to grow up or she'll never achieve her dreams of being a hero like her Uncle Shoto and her Uncle Hawks.

He just thanks the lord she doesn't want to be like Enji. He'd end up combusting in flames if that were the case!

Said male was standing at the doorway, assessing each of the bras that Fuyumi had bought for his little girl. The black haired male making sure that none of them was going to give her unsettling stares and attention that she really didn't want. After all, Dabi is a guy. He knows what they think about (even if he is gay and has no interest in women).

"Did you really have to buy this many bras? We may as well open up our own boutique at this rate," Tomura grumbles as he walks into the main room and looks around with a small curse under his lips, "This is ridiculous,"

"Papa, shut up," (Y/n) says, crossing her arms over her chest as she frowns toward him with a small hum, "You're not a woman so you wouldn't understand,"

"I love you too, moody mare," Tomura says as he sits down on the couch and watches the tv with a small sigh, "Where's my cute little daughter who loved my cuddles?"

"I don't know, maybe stop complaining and cringing about periods and bras and she'll come back," (Y/n) says, checking that the bra she has on is comfortable before nodding toward Fuyumi who sighs in relief, "This one is good,"

Fuyumi giggles and checks the bra size before nodding. The woman grabs the bras that are in the right size before handing the rest to Magne and Toga who sort them out in sizes and colours to be sold later on. After sorting out the bras, Fuyumi sits down beside her niece with different types of bras to help her know which one to wear.

"So this one," Fuyumi begins holding up a plain black sports bra in her hands, "This a sports bra, this is for exercise or even for a lazy day when you don't want to wearing something too uncomfortable,"

"So when you do your hero stuff at school, that'll be your bra," Magne explains with a smile, elbowing Dabi when the male groans under his breath, "Be supportive. Be the dad you wish your dad was, don't follow in his footsteps and have her run off. She wants to be a hero, let her make her own path, don't control her,"

"Tell that to Tomu, he almost had an aneurysm when he realised she applied for U.A," Dabi hums, snorting when Tomura glares toward him and kicks him in his thigh, "Ow! What the hell!"

"It's like living with children," Fuyumi complains as she grabs another bra and holds it up for her niece with a smile. It was a soft pink colour with a charm in the middle, "This is a training bra. These don't have wires and they're best for you considering your developing,"

As Fuyumi explains what each bra is designed for, (Y/n) nods along with her words and takes a deep breath. Her mind running a mile a minute to try and get used to everything. However, she couldn't stop thinking about how complicated being a girl is. Her mind trying to keep up with everything making her whine gently as Fuyumi shows her another bra.

There's too many types! Why couldn't there just be a one for all occasions sort of thing?! Why does being a girl have to be so difficult?!

"What do you want for dinner, mini Shoto?" Dabi asks, looking toward his daughter who flips him off with a glare before clearing her throat, "We got some chicken?"

"I want sushi, and stop calling me Mini Shoto! I'm not like Uncle Sho!" (Y/n) grumbles as she takes another bra from Fuyumi and thinks about where to store them, "Meanie, now hand me that bra!"

Biting back a laugh, Dabi hands his daughter one of the bras and kisses her cheek. The little girl smiles to herself and kisses his cheek back before letting her father walk off to order some sushi for dinner. Despite their behaviour toward one another being quite slapstick and playful, they still love one another and know that the insults they throw at each other isn't to hurt someone. They're just having a bit of fun and a laugh.

As Magne hands (Y/n) a box, Tomura watches as the girl fills the box full of the bras with a small hum. The bluenette counting almost ten pairs of bras that his daughter has. Did a girl really need that many? He thought that bras were something you wore for a certain amount of days before changing? Is he been blindsided or is this so his daughter has a bit of everything?

"Why does she need bras again? We waste enough money on her U.A stuff," Tomura says looking at the amount of bras occupying his floor before hissing as (Y/n) punches his arm, "Ow!"

"Because I'm a little woman!" (Y/n) says with narrowed eyes, grinning when Tomura sticks his tongue out, "I can kick your butt!"

"Who let her hang around Bakugo?!"...

"Sho took her round Katsuki's last week to introduce her to his twins,"...

"Sho isn't allowed to babysit anymore,"...

❤️ KiriMina 💖

Shopping is something that comes so easily to Mina that she could easily do that in her sleep with no questions asked if she could. The pinkette has lived and breathed shopping all her life that she knows the ins and outs of the business, she knew when the sale was a proper sale and when stores are trying to steal your money by enticing you with a sale that doesn't even make sense. She knew what stores sold the best clothes and the best food and what stores were cheating you out of a good deal.

So taking her daughter out shopping is more than easy enough for her. Mina knew what suited her daughter and the best things that would compliment her daughters figure. Mina knew what was in style, what would look horrible and what would look great even if it wasn't the fashion right now. She didn't need to have Katsuki telling her what went well because she has grown up with fashion just like he did.

However, Mina has Katsuki with her on their shopping trip. The blonde admitting to Mina that he needs a couple of new outfits since his daughter has decided to be a little rebel and chop up his clothes whenever he pisses her off. So it's clear that their daughter, Hiromi, is more like Katsuki than she is Deku (although Katsuki valued clothes and would never cut them up unless he wanted a death sentence). So he has joined them on their little shopping day, Mina and Katsuki already ready to help each other out.

Although, she is quite thankful that Katsuki has joined her. Mina believes that she needs the help just in case her daughter wants a second opinion and Katsuki is always brutally honest. So it's a win - win situation for all of them.

As they walk into the clothing store, Katsuki immediately makes a beeline for the women's section with Mina and (Y/n) in tow. Katsuki mumbling to himself as he assess the clothes, the blonde pursing his lips as he pulls out a dress that he thinks would look great on Mina making the pinkette kiss his cheek (in a friendly way) and thank him as she places it in the basket. The blonde picking and choosing clothes for the pinkette to wear while Mina smiles to herself and lets Katsuki do his thing.

After they've picked clothes out for Mina, the pinkette very happy with her selection of clothes, they head toward the underwear section full of bras and panties that (Y/n) could choose from. The fourteen year old arching a brow at the state of the bras. Her eyes unable to keep inside the sockets as she gawks at the style and the sheer colour of them. What on earth? Women wear this stuff?!

"Now we get to the good part," Mina hums, squeezing her daughters arms as she guides her to the training bras and laughs as Katsuki gawks at the lacy lingerie, "Kat, that's for sexy times. We're not getting my daughter that,"

"Oh thank god, I got worried there," Katsuki hums, following Mina through the section before looking at all the bras, "It's scary how I'll be here with my daughter soon... although, Hiromi might want to take Izuku,"

"You never know," Mina hums, picking up a training bra with a small smile before holding it to her daughters chest, "Right, so these are training bras. They're ideal for you as you're still developing into a young woman and we don't want to damage the breast tissue,"

As Mina begins to explain what the bras are intended for and which ones are best, (Y/n) soaks it up like a sponge. The girl nodding every so often as she adds a couple to the basket in Katsuki's arms. A giggle leaving her lips when Katsuki eyes a couple of the bras with a small grunt. The blonde not really understanding why bras need to be so lacy and pretty when no one will really see the bra.

"Mama, I have a question," (Y/n) begins, looking toward her mother with eyes sparkling with curiosity before she looks toward Katsuki, "Why does Uncle Kat have boobs but no bra?"

"What?! Listen here, you little shit!" Katsuki squawks, narrowing his eyes toward his goddaughter who bites back a giggle and grins toward the blonde, "They are not boobs! They are pectoral muscles! Your dad has pecs too!"

"Yeah, I know but you have Bakuboobs!" (Y/n) points out, squeaking and laughing as Katsuki goes to grab her. The girl hiding behind Mina who snorts and covers her mouth, "Uncle Denki says so,"

"I'm going to commit murder,"...

"Katsuki, no you're not. Denki didn't mean anything by it... he's only jokin —"...

"That's why he keeps buying he bras!"...

❤️ KiriBaku 🧡

Taking his daughter out shopping for bras was the last thing Eijiro imagined himself doing. It's not that it isn't meanly. I mean, taking your daughter bra shopping is manly in itself when you're a guy that doesn't usually wear them but it's just that he never saw himself doing this. He didn't mean anything bad by it, he just doesn't really think about things like this. He never really needed to go bra shopping because his mom would go with his sisters and he would stay home with his other mother. Bras weren't something he needed. He didn't need any of that because he wasn't really interested in having one nor did he really need a bra...

He didn't really think that he would be able to provide much advice on this sort of subject considering that he didn't really have any breasts. Mina or Camie or even Momo would have been a better person to go to about bras. All the girls he knew would be better options to go out shopping with. He knew that for a fact... yet his daughter wanted to go with him. He had to come because she wanted him to... not that he's complaining.

It's just that Eijiro hasn't really worn that sort of thing before. He doesn't need them because he doesn't have breasts... well, he needed a couple of pairs for when he was pregnant but that about it. He didn't really need them, per-say. It's just to let the weight off his back. Then again, they were only sports bras because he didn't want to be seen dead in a wired or a training bra. He is a manly man, yes, but he has standards (plus the wired bras are uncomfortable!).

Sighing gently to himself, Eijiro leads his daughter through the clothing store with her hand in his. The little fourteen year old girl looking around curiously as she leans into her mother when she notices the several designs and the several fits you can have just for one article of clothing.

This is the part where Eijiro thinks that Mitsuki would have been a better choice!

As he gets to the lingerie section, eijiro looks around nervously. It's not like he would be doing something he shouldn't but... he's a guy standing in the middle of a lingerie aisle. Any woman, regardless if the man is a hero or not, would be quite uncomfortable at the fact that there's a man standing in the bra section of the lingerie part of the store.

Maybe he's just overthinking this whole thing?

As they head to the counter, Eijiro can't help but chuckle to himself when he sees his daughter looking down at her chest and frowning. The male knew how his daughter was with bras. She didn't like anything too constricting. Nothing that was too tight and nothing that was uncomfortable. All they really needed was a size so they knew what size they preferably needed to get her so she wasn't uncomfortable but she could still feel supported.

Plus Mitsuki told them that she can't keep putting off getting a bra when she's developing into a young lady. She needs support and she needs something to keep her modest (even though the girl doesn't really care for bras).

"Hi, uh... I booked an appointment for my daughter to get measured," Eijiro explains to the woman behind the counter who is absolutely awestruck at the sight of Red Riot in her presence, "It's under the name Bakugo - Kirishima... my daughter needs some bras and I have no idea how this works,"

"It's okay, I'm more than happy to help you out," The woman hums as she comes around from behind the counter and smiles toward (Y/n) who seems fairly unimpressed, "So well take your daughter to the changing rooms. She'll have to take off her top but that's all, she can keep her... does she wear a sports or training bra at all?"

"Sports bra," Eijiro confirms with a smile, "She doesn't really like training bras,"

"I see, so yeah, she'll take her top off and I'll measure around her chest to get the number and then we'll see what cup size she is," She explains with a smile, giggling when the younger girl looks toward her father with a small frown, "Then once we have confirmed what her size is, we'll see what bras she needs,"

"Perfect, okay," Eijiro hums, kissing his daughters forehead and taking her coat off while she looks toward the woman who ushers her toward the changing room, "I'll be right here, pebble, okay?"

"Why can't you come with me?" She asks tilting her head confused as she looks back at her father, "I want you to come with me,"

"Sweetie, you're a developing woman now, you need to go on your own okay?" Eijiro reassures her softly as she slowly follows the retail assistant, "You'll be okay, I'm right here,"

Sighing gently to herself, the girl follows the woman and then arches her brow as the curtain is closed. Reluctantly, the girl slides off her shirt and holds her arms up as she is measured. The worker wrapping a measuring tape around her to check what side her back and chest are. The woman humming to herself while the girl waits patiently. Her eyes training on the curtain, right underneath where she can see her mother's shoes.

She may be strong and she may be independent but she depends a lot on her mother. Eijiro is her confidant. Her rock (literally). So she doesn't like being separated from her mother for too long.

Once finished, the girl immediately gets her shirt back on and races back to her mother who chuckles and holds her close while he listens to the worker explain what her size is and what bras would be beneficial to her. The male taking a quick note to make sure they know for when they buy bras online before leading her toward the section full of bras. Only to stop when they find Inko standing there with Izumi and her two sisters.

"Oh hi; Eijiro!" Inko hums, giggling as she pulls (Y/n) into her arms making the girl snuggle into her warmth and smile, "Are we shopping for underwear too? Ochaco had to go out on a call so I'm taking the girls. You know what to get?"

"I'm not very good at this, Inko," Eijiro replies honestly as he pulls Izumi and her sisters into his arms for a quick cuddle, "Do you think you could help out? I just don't know what to do,"

Inko nods happily toward him with a faint smile before pulling out a couple of bras for her granddaughters. Izumi grinning toward (Y/n) making her flush softly and ignore her while fiddling with her nails. Eijiro biting back a laugh at how bashful his daughter can become around Izumi. Her intimidating and boyish nature dissipating within an instant.

"Do you think you could run her through everything?" Eijiro asks with a smile, rubbing his daughters back as she fiddles with the hem of her hoodie, "I would call Mitsuki but you know how she can be,"

"Oh of course! Here, why don't we get you some w —"...

"No! I don't want wired, auntie Inko... I want sports bras,"....

"Okay, we can do that honey,"...

💙 IidaOcha 💖

Ochaco knows how uncomfortable buying feminine things sometimes. She remembers how humiliating it was when she was her daughters age, going to the store to buy period products and almost running out without the products whenever someone gave her a really weird look. She also remembers how difficult it was to buy herself essential products when she could hardly afford them. She even decided to get herself a job. Having to work as a waitress just so she could get the extra cash to buy herself what she needed for herself.

So, when she became an advocate for free sanitary products and to help young women become more comfortable with their transition, Ochaco wanted her daughter to be comfortable with her changing body. The brunette didn't want her daughter to hate her body because it was changing. Developing into a woman is an amazing and beautiful thing. Ochaco knew that her daughter was gorgeous, she just hope that she agrees with her.

Leaving Tenya to his own devices, knowing that it would probably be even more embarrassing if Tenya did tag along like he wanted to, Ochaco leads her daughter through the mall toward one of her favourite clothing stores. The mother sending her nervous daughter a reassuring smile as she reaches the underwear section where mannequins with only underwear stand on display.

Thankfully, to save any more embarrassment, Ochaco had Momo measure her daughters chest. So (Y/n) had someone who she was comfortable around instead of having a complete stranger touch her around there. The brunette didn't want to make her daughter more uncomfortable that she was already going to be today. With a small hum, Ochaco leads her to the bra section and places her hands on her shoulders.

"Right, now how do you feel about this?" Ochaco asks as she rubs her arms and kisses her cheek as she looks at all the bras on display, "Be honest, remember that you shouldn't keep things bottled in,"

"I feel like I want to go home, I don't need to wear a bra," (Y/n) says with a small sigh, fiddling with her nails before gawking as her mother nods and begins assessing each of the bras, "Mom! What are you doing?"

"I'm checking the fabric, I need to make sure they're comfy for you," Ochaco reassures her before pulling out a white training bra that seemed to be in her daughters size. The brunette handing it to her daughter, "What do you think of this?"

"It's a bra, mom, there's not much to think about," (Y/n) deadpans as she arches a brow toward her mom who sends her a small smile and giggles, "What am I supposed to say? That it's an attractive bra? Who cares?"

"Sweetie, it's not a bad thing," Ochaco reassures her softly with a small smile, not wanting to make her daughter worry while she places it back onto the hanger, "This isn't something to be ashamed of, this is something to be proud of. You're developing into a woman,"

"I just... why do I have to do all this?" (Y/n) asks softly, fiddling with the skin of her elbow as she watches Ochaco ruffle her hair gently, "This is ridiculous... dad doesn't have to do all this stuff. It's not fair,"

"Because your dad is lucky enough to be born male where the only thing that changes for them is their voice," Ochaco hums with a small hint of annoyance, slightly upset that men don't have to go through what women do (but that's another can of worms that she won't open), "But being a woman is great. We are amazing species, we can carry children and inspire many... there's nothing to be ashamed of,"

"I just... I don't like the thought of wearing a bra," (Y/n) admits, looking down at her feet as she sighs to herself, "It's annoying..."

"I know, how about we do sports bras? They're comfy and they don't feel like normal bras," Ochaco explains, rubbing her daughters back as she guides them toward the sports bras, "Here we are. What do you think? Yes or no?"

"I guess," (Y/n) mumbles, fiddling with her nails as Ochaco nods and grabs a couple of bras and places them in the basket with a small smile, "Can we go home now?"

Ochaco nods gently, looking toward her daughter worried but doesn't say anything. The brunette kissing her daughter on the forehead before heading toward the cash register to pay for their products. (Y/n) avoiding all eye contact with the employee as she scans everything through. The fourteen year old girl looking down at the floor, fiddling with her nails as she takes a deep breath and waits for her mother to finish paying for the things.

As soon as they leave the store and get back into the car, (Y/n) goes on her phone and leans against the car door. Ochaco looks toward her daughter worried before parking up in the driveway of their home but locks the doors from the inside to stop her daughter from leaving. Ochaco getting comfortable as her daughter shakes her head.

"What's going on?" Ochaco asks, cupping her cheek as (Y/n) sighs to herself and looks away, "Honey? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Ma," (Y/n) tells her, groaning when Ochaco arches her brow in disbelief, "It's just... everyone keeps comparing their bra sizes and I don't want to do that..."

"You don't have to, honey," Ochaco explains, tilting her head while (Y/n) looks down at her lap, "Your body is beautiful. You don't have to compare it to everyone else... I mean, I'm no model like Auntie Momo or Auntie Mina but I know that I'm beautiful,"

"I guess,"...

"Why don't you just hang round Hiko?"...

"I suppose so,"...

💚 TodoBakuDeku 🧡

(Y/n) doesn't like the idea of wearing a bra. She doesn't understand why she has to wear one if she's being perfectly honest. She's gone thirteen whole years without having to wear a bra so why does she have to start wearing them now? She didn't really get why she needed to when all her mother would say is that it's for supporting her chest area. It's quite annoying, if she's being brutally honest. Why can't girls just wear whatever they want? It's not like it's going to hurt anyone.

So when she found out that today, of all days, is when her parents were going to take her bra shopping, she had to have them repeat it to her. It's not that she didn't hear them right, she just didn't believe them. That her three male parents would be more than happy to take her out shopping for a bra when they're the most embarrassing trio to come by whenever it comes to things that they're not used to.

She doesn't even want to think about the time when they all went shopping for sanitary products! That's a memory that doesn't need to be unlocked today!

It's not that she doesn't like going shopping with her parents, she does. Her mother always knows what clothes suits her and her papa makes sure that they're getting the best deal and her dad follows like a lost puppy half the time because he's only been out shopping a couple of times. Clothes shopping is okay...

It's just that Shoto thinks everything is amusing...

So standing in the underwear section of a clothes store just spells disaster. The fourteen year old is standing with Katsuki looking at different bras. The blonde telling her which one would be best for her and which bras are good for whatever occasion while her greenette father stands nearby and looks around for Shoto.

"Oh my goodness," Shoto hums, walking toward his husbands who share an unnerving look as Shoto rushes over with a lacy bodice, "Kat, they have this! Isn't this in your war—"

"Sho, we're not buying for us," Katsuki reminds him softly, kissing his cheek as Shoto puffs his cheeks out gently and whines as he goes to put it back, "Anyway, where were we honey?"

"You were saying that training bras were better than wired for me right now," (Y/n) replies utterly bored out of her mind. All she wanted to do was go home and cuddle with Snowball, "I get it mom, can we go home now? Last thing I need is dad —"

"Have you seen the size of these melon holders?!"

(Y/n) curses under her breath as her father rushes over with, what appears to be, the biggest cup sized bra in the store. The male showing them to Izuku and Katsuki who both can't help but laugh at Shoto's naivety. The dual quirked male stares at the bra with utter awe as he hands it to Katsuki who giggles to himself and shakes his head.

"Bra, Sho," Katsuki corrects him, leaning his cheek into his shoulder before snorting as Shoto goes to hand the bra to his daughter who rolls her eyes and walks off, "It's not a melon holder,"

"Who has boobs that big?!" Shoto asks, gawking at his husband who arches a brow, "Momo does not have boobs as big as this, I know that for a fact,"

"As much as I want to know how you know that, we are here for (Y/n)," Katsuki reminds, kissing his cheek before heading after his daughter whose looking through the the sports bras, "You okay, squirt?"

"Fine mom, just want to get this over with," (Y/n) mumbles, grabbing two sports bras and placing them in the basket before groaning as Shoto rushes over, "If he has another bra, I'm going to scream,"

"Katsuki, we need to leave," Izuku calls out while Shoto fiddles with his fingers. The blonde frowning at his two husbands, "Shoto punched a mannequin,"

"What do you mean he punched mannequin?!" Katsuki squawks, glaring at his husband who rubs the back of his neck nervously with a small hum, "Sho! What did we talk about?"

While her parents squabble amongst themselves, (Y/n) takes the basket from her mother and the credit card from her dad to continue shopping. The girl adding a couple of articles of clothing while her parents try to sort out the situation. It's always how her shopping trips end up being. Shoto just can't keep his hands to himself...

"It was staring at me okay!"...

"You think everything stares at you, Shoto! Like when you broke the kettle!"...

"Okay, you two can go. I need to finish shopping for (Y/n),"...