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"Shoto, can you- Oh my, are you okay?"

You walked out of the kitchen to see your lover sulking at the living room.

"Y/N... Hug meeee.." He said in a tired manner.

Worried, you sat beside the troubled man.

Noticing a list on his hand, you took it from him before beginning to read it.

"Family to-do list." You read the title.

Shoto immediately cuddled to you and nestled his face on your neck.

"I want to do so much things with you and the children but I only have a week off. This fucking sucks."

You laughed. "Are you whining?"

He didn't respond as he simply groaned in agony.

You rolled your eyes petting his head.

Turning to look at the list, there were for sure an abundant of bullets he listed.

"You thought of this since when, exactly?"

"Ever since I assumed that the twins were ours."

You bursted out laughing at him. "Sho... What if you were mistaken?"

Just imagining him thinking of made up scenarios in his head is adorable.

"Well I wasn't." He got flustered.

"True true. Anyway, can you wake up the kids? I'll set the dining table." You kissed his cheek.

"I will." He tried to hide his excitement, but the twinkle in his eyes gave it off.

Who could blame the man? He could finally not hold back being a father to them.

As Shoto went upstairs, you went through the list, chuckling.

. . .

The dual-haired man knocked on the door before opening it, "Shoma, Shoichi. It's time for dinner-"

Until his eyes went wide.

There they were, the twins opening a box where he kept his precious belongings of you and him.

Albums, letters and photographs were scattered on the floor.

"Ah, dad." Shoma and Shoichi looked at their father, their faces going pale.

"How did you find it?" He sighed before chuckling.

Shoto couldn't even be angry at them, not as if he wanted to anyway.

Shoichi spoke first. "Dad we can explain, see-"

"YO MOM AND DAD LOOKED SO YOUNG." It wasn't long for Shoma to transfer his attention on the photos again.

"Wait, let me see!" The older twin instantly turned to look in curiousity.

"So dad already looked pretty badass since before huh."

Shoto smiled before kneeling to them.

Looking at the photograph, he smiled. "That's when we were on our first year. I won second place at that year's sport festival."

"Oh! I know this, Uncle Bakugou won first place here." Shoma added.

Shoto huffed a bit by the mention of Bakugou. "You both knew him ever since you were born?"

"Yup." Shoichi shrugged.

"He was the one who bought us plenty of video games and toys to play too!" Shoma giggled.

Their father clicked his tongue. "I can buy more than he can."

That was when the three heard someone clear their throat.

They turned around to see you.

"I wasn't informed there was a family meeting." You joked.

Shoto stood up. "Sorry flower, we were catching up."

Until you noticed the box of memories.

"You kept a box? Weirdo." You pinched his cheek, blushing.

"Boxes, actually." He shamelessly corrected.

You looked at him and the sparkles around him weirdly.

"That's not really something to be proud of, love-"

Until your youngest twin jumped up and down, holding a photo of teenager you.

"Mom look! You're even super pretty before."

And before you could say your thanks, Shoto beat you to an instant reply.

With sparkles and roses appearing, he brought you close to him while he placed his other hand on his chest.

Wearing a straight face he went,

"Yes, I strongly agree my son. Your mother's beauty is a heavenly masterpiece of which I am undeserving of since it has transcended not just my faith in humanity but my beliefs of god and religion as well. They say I don't believe in god but I can say with absolute confidence that meeting your mother brought me to the conclusion that she is an angel sent by god himself—"

"TH-THAT'S ENOUGH SHOTO!" You instantly covered his mouth.

You turned to your children, "The both of you absolutely did not hear anything!"

"MOM IS BLUSHING."

"Father, it amazes me how you are able to express your feelings into words. I must learn from you."

Shoichi says in determination for he wants to dictate his feelings to his mother as well.

"THE THREE OF YOU, GET OUT AND EAT DINNER." You furiously blushed red, kicking them out of the room.

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After eating dinner, you went to wash the dishes.

The twins cleaned the table as well before leaving the dining table and plopped themselves on the couch.

"Dad can we use the TV?" Shoichi asked.

"You didn't need to ask. This house is yours too." Shoto ruffled both of their hairs.

"Whoa! Can we explore the house too?"

"Of course. Just stay indoors."

After saying their thank you, they immediately went to explore.

Seeing that they were distracted, Shoto approached you.

"Are they having fun?" You asked smiling while washing the dishes.

Your lover sneakily traveled his arms around your frame to give you a loving back hug.

"I miss this..." His voice cracked.

Your eyes softened. "Don't cry now."

Shoto kissed your neck. "I won't... But you probably will tonight."

His hot breath fanned your skin sending shivers down your spine, your eyes widen before blooming red.

"Sh-shoto!" You almost dropped the plate.

"Shh, the children will hear."

"We mustn't- what if they suddendly happen to come in?"

Ignoring you, Shoto moved your shirt aside before pressing his teeth and tongue unto your shoulder.

You bit your lip, your whole body on fire.

"I've been very faithful to you flower. For you, I controlled my desires as a man for 8 long years... I deserve a reward, no?" He purposely used his deep voice.

Not long enough his hands traveled beneath your shirt to caress your stomach and hips.

"Shoto please... Not here..." You whimpered.

"Your body wasn't this sensitive..." He continued kissing your skin.

"Mom! Dad! Shoma and I will sleep alone in the guest room please!"

You widened your eyes, your heart skipped a beat as if excited.

Shoto smirked, the guest room was downstairs as well.

He replied back. "That's alright!"

"Awesome! We'll be sleeping now."

"We should say goodnight to mom first." Shoichi remembered.

"Shoto..!" You turned to clutch his shirt.

The man rose a brow as he turned to you in your disheveled state.

"Hm, we can't have them see this now would we?" Shoto smiled innocently, caressing your cheek to your lips.

"Boys! Your mother went to the backyard. Go ahead and sleep." He replied back.

"Okay~ Night night!"

Hearing the door shut close, Shoto felt much energy pulse into him more.

"Now then, where were we?"

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