A/N: You guys are so sweet and super nice. I always feel insecure about my stories but reading your comments in paragraphs that aren't even worth a comment make me very happy and feel motivated to still do my best:D Words can't describe how much I love you all for making me realize that I'm wanted, so I'll just make sure this story will hopefully reach your expectations!! Thank you again ♡

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Shoto waited outside his children's school wanting to see them.

The dual-haired man also took out his phone and back read his past conversations with you.

The reason for this was because he needed to calm down- particularly his sanity.

Especially because he'll be meeting with someone he dislikes later today.

Just when he was about to plan out what he'd do and say for later's meeting, someone called out his name.

"Sir Shoto!" Shoma came out from the building.

The man turned around and saw the youngest twin running towards him.

"Careful Shoma, you'll trip." The father worries.

"Sir Shoto! Can you please act as our parent- uh, I mean guardian?!"

It caught Shoto off guard. "What for?"

"Shoichi got in trouble and I saw you outside so I decided to just call for you instead of mom or uncle since Shoichi wants to be bailed out right now." He explains.

Shoto frowned. "Okay then. Is your brother alright?"

"Just a teeny bit frustrated?"

Then the father-son duo headed inside to Shoichi's classroom.

Class ended way earlier so there were lots of small children roaming around the halls too.

Many stared in awe since they knew who the dual-haired man is.

And Shoma just kept his head high wearing a smug look and smirk, as if flaunting, making Shoto chuckle.

Then they reached to the classroom.

Shoma knocked, "Teacher! My dad came."

Caught off guard, Shoto turned at his son with widened eyes.

"Come inside!"

Then the hero snapped out from his thoughts before opening the door for his son.

"Thanks dad!" Shoma innocently smiled.

Flustered, he only nodded and shyly looked away.

That was when he saw his eldest reading a book, partly calm and partly mad.

Shoichi noticed so he turned to look and saw his father.

"Sir Shoto..?" He mutters.

The teacher was also caught off guard. "Y-your father is Pro Hero Shoto?"

Todoroki felt conflicted but he stood his ground. "Good day."

Still surprised, their teacher cleared her throat.

"Good day to you too sir..! Do take a seat." She gestures at a seat beside Shoichi.

So the hero sits down, crossing his legs while Shoma followed and sat beside him too.

The teacher stared, still shocked. "I honestly didn't know the twins' father was the Pro Hero Shoto... Especially because their last names doesn't end with a Todoroki."

Shoto pauses, pondering an answer.

"I... I'm playing with their mother. And so far, she's winning so their last names are hers as of now. But I'll be the victor in the end so I'm hoping their last names will turn into mine soon." He answered with a confident look.

The twins looked at their father in surprise and awe.

"How amusing... A game? Which one may that be?"

Shoto's lips slightly curved upwards showing a small smile.

Then he chuckled, "A long one..."

Before continuing, "Having my children take my last name in a young age may give them troubles too. So personally, much later will be advisable."

The teacher nodded. "Yes, you have a point."

"Anyway, I came here as their father, not as a 'celebrity'. So I'm hoping you'd consider taking this professionally." Shoto crossed his arms.

"Ah, of course sir!" She wore a serious expression.

Although the dual-haired man said so, the teacher couldn't help but still feel intimidated.

As if like she needs to be careful with her choice of words or she'd face consequences.

"What did my son do?"

Shoichi stopped reading his book not too long ago.

And that was solely because he was too into the moment.

A moment in which the father and son duo would appranately have to treat each other like one for real.

Shoichi can't even deny that he likes how pleasant being called Shoto's son is.

Then the teacher answered, nervous. "Their Science teacher approached me and came forward a complain about Shoichi's... misbehavior, or so he says."

"And what exactly made their teacher complain?"

She turned to the eldest twin. "Why don't you tell your father?"

Nervousness was an understatement actually.

If she were to tell what happened, she felt like she'd be an even deeper trouble even if she didn't complain about your child's behavior.

"Anything to tell me?" Shoto rose a brow.

(A/N: Just a disclaimer, ik that a lot of you probably might know where this came from & I thought it'd be funny if I were to add this so yeah:D)

Shoichi pouted, averting his eyes away as he crossed his arms.

"The teacher pointed at a ruler at me and said that at the end of this ruler is an idiot."

Shoto rose a brow. "And? Where's your fault?"

"I asked what end he was referring to."

Shoto looked at his son, deadpanning.

The teacher let out a long and heavy sigh while Shoma bursted in laughter.

"But hey, bro! At least your amount of fangirls doubled!" The youngest exclaimed.

"My 8-year-old son has a Fandom?" Shoto deadpanned.

But when he did come into senses, he looked outside and saw there were little curious girls and boys peeking from the window.

Mostly girls though and a few boys who probably came because they saw a pro.

The teacher bowed apogetically. "I am so sorry, sir!"

"No. There's no need. I apologize for my son's rude behavior." Shoto bowed as well.

Then he turns to Shoichi. "Have you apologized yet?"

"Only to my adviser. And definitely not for that poor excuse of a science teacher though." He scoffed.

'Y/N I love you but how did you raise this kid.' He deadpanned, thinking.

Oh if only he knew that Bakugou was the influence behind this.

After all that mess, Shoto had successfully convinced Shoichi to both write an apology letter and prepare another one to apologize face-to-face with the teacher.

"Thank you for helping us Sir Shoto." Shoma smiled.

Shoto lightly frowned now that they were back to calling him formally.

"It's alright." He ruffled their hair.

"Anyway, what are you doing here sir?" Shoichi asks.

He shrugged. "Just wanted to see you." Then he smirked. "I think me and your mother are very compatible by the way."

Shoma giggled. "Really~"

"And, Shoichi, don't you have any regrets saying that to your science teacher?" Shoto crossed his arms.

"No! He's the worst teacher out of all." The boy growled.

Shoma sweatdropped, scratching his nape. "Sorry about my brother sir. He's kinda influenced by our uncle. Just a bit though."

Shoto furrowed his eyebrows. 'Uncle?'

Until one answer popped up.

And it made him click his tongue silently.

. . .

After dropping his sons nearby your house, he drove his way to a particular area where another pro hero resides.

Seeing a tall and masculine blondie by the distance, the dual-haired man furrowed his eyebrows before coming to a sharp halt with a drift.

Catching the attention of most employees working under the hero, it was bound for the other pro to notice.

And Bakugou was not pleased.

He clicked his tongue seeing Shoto park somewhere random before leaving his car.

Both eyes were already narrowed down to each other.

"Excuse me Pro Hero Shoto, this area is heavily restricted under our Pro Hero's jurisdictions." Bakugou's employee came forward to stop him.

Todoroki glared down at the man, making him flinch yet he still stood his ground.

And before he could remark, Bakugou added in.

"Oi IcyHot, didn't you understand? We're telling your ass to fuck off." Your bestfriend growled.

Shoto badly wanted to throw a punch. But he kept his cool.

"Not until I know what you are to my girlfriend." He said with a straightforward face.

Catching Bakugou off guard, he widened his eyes.

Until everyone besides the two froze before trembling in fear as they felt an ominous aura coming from them.

"Oi... What bullshit have you eaten to spout like that, hah?" A vein popped out.

Shoto scoffed. "Don't toy with me, bastard. I heard your phone call."

Pausing, Bakugou grunts and clicked his tongue.

Scratching his head as if in a dilemma, he was wondering how you'd face this situation.

"Everyone, leave." He ordered his employees.

As soon as everyone scattered, the two were left in the area.

Shoto crossed his arms as Bakugou tucked his hands in his pockets.

Then the blond sighs, "For fucks sake... This petty game really won't last long anyway."

"I'm not asking you where she is. I want to know what are you to her." Shoto bit the insides of his cheek.

He wanted- no, he needed the answer right away.

Although he knew you'd never cheat, a lover's jealousy and possessiveness aren't something he can deny nor control.

Every damn time when you pop up in his head, would the phone call with you and Bakugou also will.

And it did not please him one bit. The foul feeling just wouldn't disappear.

So he needs to be reassured and calm down.

"Hah, she didn't even tell you?" Bakugou cackled.

Hitting a nerve, the dual-haired man harshly grabbed the other pro by the collar of his shirt.

Unfazed, Bakugou scoffed. "Want to fight? Little pussy."

'Asshole.' Shoto wanted to mumble.

If you both were bestfriends, he actually couldn't see the picture.

Letting go, he stepped back. "Does she miss me?"

Taking a few moments to think, Bakugou sighed.

He looked away and hesitantly replied, "All the time."

Not wanting to be embarrassed and ashamed, Shoto kept his blush to himself.

Then he cleared his throat. "I see... How long did you know?"

Bakugou crossed his arms as he leaned his back to a tree.

"3 years ago. Didn't expect to see her at my balcony." He scratches his head.

Shoto frowned.

Instead of him finding you, you were the one who went to find the aggressive man.

"Do you miss her too? Ah, wait. I don't think I even need to ask." Bakugou chuckled.

The answer was already solid and sure.

Because the blondie knew, that if Shoto was given a flower for everytime he'd think of you, the man could walk in his own garden forever.

And you would be the butterfly, flying around his garden created because of you.

"I envy you." The dual-haired hero spoke.

Bakugou kept quiet, making him continue.

"You get to see her and I don't..." Shoto's face grimaced. "I don't even know how she is right now."

The blond mentally rolled his eyes. 'Bitch. She talks about you all the time.'

"And you can't imagine how pathetic it makes me feel because I don't know if she still wants me." He muttered, not letting a tear fall down.

Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows, angry.

"Listen here fucker. I get that you miss her and some shit but she's hurting too."

Shoto stayed silent, averting his eyes.

"Do you... do you even know how hard it was for her to walk away still madly in love with you?" Bakugou spoke for you.

He knew your deep love for Shoto. And no words could describe it.

He rose his tone, "She gave up her studies and left her friends for you. Because she wanted you to succeed. Because your reputation would be torn apart if she stayed."

Shoto knew that.

And he had no excuses. He didn't even bother to think of one.

Because if anyone would get entail that a U.A. student, particularly a Todoroki, got a girl pregnant, what would become of Shoto's future hero career?

And so, you took this matter to yourself.

"Where you are right now, it's all thanks to her and you know that oh so well, huh?" Bakugou chuckled.

"... Seems like you care about her a lot." Shoto pointed out.

"Yeah. She's my little sister and you hurt her. I'm not letting this just pass by." He growled under his breath.

At least Shoto knew what you are to him.

"Why won't she come back? Everything will be fine if she does now."

Bakugou sighs, not wanting to play cupid.

"The thing is, if she'd go back... do you think she'd still feel like she belongs?"

Shoto's breath hitched, his heart aching.

You both may not get to see each other everyday, nor can Shoto hold you in his arms every night- but his heart knows that you are the one, and he will never let you go.

So the way you were thinking obviously hurt him as well.

Glancing at your lover, Bakugou heavily sighed in his head.

'They need to get their shit together.'

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