Day 1 of x Reader Week
Requested by SodaHayden who played a fun little MHA and Kingdom Hearts game over on my profile.

“Fuyumi… Is dad going to be home tomorrow?” Todoroki asked with a pain to eat away at his gut. The intestine was lurching within his being, throwing itself harshly upwards leaving Todoroki to bit his lip to prevent his lunch from coming up for a visit. Why was one question so difficult to ask? Why did you have to request something so impossible to give? So many questions that ate away at his body.

“Shoto!” Fuyumi exclaimed, she hasn’t seen her youngest brother since the construction of the dorms, this visit was out of the blue but that couldn’t contain her excitement. “It’s been months Shoto- Wait… That’s one of the last questions I’d ever expect to come out of you,” the girl with snow white hair and red highlights stared at her brother with an inexplicable intent. Why is her brother who detests their father questioning her about the figure?

“I can’t agree with you more…” Shoto agreed with his sister about the question being off, his voice was laced with a sickening disgust.

“Are you avoiding father?” Fuyumi pressed on the subject instead of outright answering the question at hand. Shoto nodded once in a shaky manner. “I’ve figured as much,” she assumed correct. “Hate to break it to you Shoto, but father is home tomorrow. Did you have plans? Why else are you home out of the blue?” Must be something of utmost importance and she’ll do whatever means necessary to help out.

Shoto wasn’t very thrilled to have a barrage of questions thrown onto him all at once, he wanted to vomit more than before. “My girlfriend wants to meet my family for some reason but why? What’s so important about you guys? She’s been bugging me about this for weeks!” Shoto did vomit, word vomit. Those words flooded out so swiftly, Fuyumi missed half of what came out.

“Aw Shoto has a girlfriend,” the guy awed pressing her hands to her cheeks adored by how flustered her brother was.

Great, now his sister was fawning over you. “I’m just gonna tell her no again-”

“No, no, no!” Fuyumi stomped her foot wriggling her index finger before the boy. “I will meet your girlfriend. Now…” The girl cleared her throat, pushing up on the bridge of her glasses to better hug her face. “What’s her name? She must be sweet if she fell for my boring little brother,” now Shoto regrets coming home in general. His sister just had to go off and start insulting him. Yeah, Shoto is aware that he’s quiet and rather dejected most of the time but he has his horrid childhood to thank for such. Clearly that must be a false fact if he has wonderful friends and an even better girlfriend who familiarize themselves with him. But Fuyumi really needs to shut her trap.

“Listen,” Shoto took hold of the situation swallowing his fear all in one gulp. “I know father will do something horrible and make (Y/n) cry or something worse. She wants to meet you all, but not if he’ll turn everything to shit-”

“I understand Shoto,” Fuyumi frowned. “Bring her over tomorrow, I’ll try to keep father busy.”

And so Shoto went to school the next day saying that if you’re still interested in conversing with his broken family that the offer is out for yourself and yourself only. He still wants to know why you’re so determined to meet his family, what would you gain out of it. His oldest brother ran away and is now an unidentifiable changed villain-but nobody in the family is aware of this. His mother is mentally ill and no longer with the family, and the last two older siblings Shoto isn’t by any means close. Fuyumi and Natsuo barely know Shoto as it is thanks to their father who isolated the boy from everyone at a young age. This family is scattered and all so distant… Why would you want to meet them?

“Whoa your house is so large!” You awed at the sight of Shoto’s grand family estate and you were just walking up the driveway. The home looked as if it was three different homes in one, brown and beige made up the color scheme with a traditional japanese layout with sliding doors and chestnut woodworkings. Now Shoto’s dorm back at UA made perfect sense, the room perfectly captured the atmosphere his real home gave away. It was cute, you’ve always wondered why his room was decorated the way it was and now you know. Shoto managed to smile, even in the most faintest of ways, at least you’re happy. So far so good.

Shoto held open the front door to his home for you, his nerves riling up just from touching the handle. You’re just one barrier away from meeting his family, did Fuyumi keep up her end of the promise? The only way to know is to rely on fate. “Thank you Shoto,” you flashed your boyfriend a gentle smile stepping within his home. Well… No going back now. Shoto followed behind your lead, almost thankful that nobody was residing within the main part of the home at that very moment. “You’d think with a house so big there’d be someone here,” you pointed out with a frown as Shoto had escorted you around the ground floor of the home yet no souls had shown themselves.

“My house is too big,” Shoto informed you in an effort to cheer you up. “Right now only three of my family live here. There used to be six of us but we went our own ways,” Shoto wasn’t including himself in the first count due to the fact he lived in the dorms in which you assumed anyways.

“Must get lonely then,” you comment back. “Bet moving into the dorms was an easy decision for you.”

“I didn’t even think about it,” anything to get him away from his father.

“Why are you so on edge Shoto?” You asked with concern. He’s been tense all day, and he tensed up even more to your question. “If you didn’t want me to meet your family you could’ve said something.”

“Is it that noticeable?” He sighed.

“Unfortunately,” you managed to smile. “Somehow you’re even less talkative, and I honestly hate your tone of voice,” so cold and filled with annoyance.

“If you knew I didn’t want you to meet my family then why did you keep asking?” Todoroki’s cold and assertive tone was far from gone, too many buttons were pushed.

“Cause,” you sighed. “You’ve met my family.”

“Cause one of your parents work at UA and she isn't a pro either...” Shoto frowned. His dad is too judgemental and will swallow you whole.

“I also know your mom gave you that scar, and I know your dad was a horrible man,” Shoto flinched, he’s never told you either of those things. Maybe Midoriya told you, not like it was a secret to begin with. “Is it wrong to say I wanted to meet the family that kept you sane? The family that treated you better?” Just imagine if Todoroki walked in his father’s footsteps, he’d be a neglectful, violent young man who destroys just about everyone and everything in his wake just for a taste of success. Basically saying we’d probably get another Bakugou. To be driven with pride and the mental desire to stand on top of everyone and squash those beneath you.

“I don’t know where they’re at, but Fuyumi and Natsuo are keeping my father busy,” Todoroki held out his hand towards you, realizing he’s being rude to you for next to no reason at all besides the fact he wanted to keep his father out of the problem but he feels you can handle him, especially now when you’re aware that things may make a turn for the worse.

“Are they your siblings?” You took his hand into your own without a thought.

“We’re not very close, but we’re still siblings,” at least he’s finally being open about everything.

“Can’t wait-”

“Just don’t tell my father who’s your parents are.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t…” Last thing he needs is a reason for Endeavor to completely degrade your confidence.

“Um… Okay, not like I was going to,” you really had no intent on bringing up the subject anyways. However it is quite cool that one of your parents as well as Shoto’s are pro heroes, you’d think that such a title would be impressive but I guess not.

Shoto continued his search about the estate for his remaining family members, figuring out that they were in the kitchen cooking dinner. It must’ve felt foreign for Shoto, being he was stunned to find his father cooking when normally Fuyumi was the one who took care of the meals. He had forgotten that Enji has always had a soft spot for his one and only daughter, Shoto was always jealous over her special treatment. All she had to do was ask for his assistance and Enji was there for her. It was evident that these were your boyfriend’s relatives. Each sibling had snow white hair, Natsuo have completely white hair that stood on end, Fuyumi had white hair as well but with red highlights that matched that of her father’s head of red, and last Todoroki with half white and half red. White hair must come from his mother’s side. They all had grey eyes as well. The similarities were uncanny.

“Awe she’s so cute,” Fuyumi fawned over you, he mental representations of what she assumed you’d look like nearly matched how Shoto had describe you to be.

“Thank you,” you smiled from ear to ear.

“Now I can see why you wanted to make a good impression on her,” Shoto’s second older brother, Natsuo, practically mimicked your smile with delight as he waved you over to the table he sat knelt down before. Their father stared at you, his electric blue eyes were intense burning holes through your being. Yeah, one of Shoto’s eyes were blue just like his, but you’ve seen that same stare from somewhere, someone else. You felt uncomfortable under his stare and Shoto realized it the second Enji had first laid eyes on you. Things were going south and fast.

“What’s your name cutie?” Natsuo held out his hand. You snapped out of your daze as if nothing has happened at all.

“(Y/n) Hakamata!” You introduced yourself with a friendly shake of the hand.

“Wow,” Natsuo retracted his hand soon after, clenching it with a false familiarity. “You’re warm. Aren’t you sweating like crazy under all those layers?” The boy of white hair curiously tugged on the hood of your hoodie. Shoto didn’t really pay mind to what you wore, being you always wore a good number of clothes in layers. Today you wore leggings torn at the knees with threads running astray with a pair of denim shorts over them where the legs cut off also had white threads dangling all over. On your top half was a long sleeve shirt, open front jacket, and a denim vest over them. Clearly you looked comfy, but yes, everyone began to sweat just beginning to imagine wearing your choice of clothes.

“Believe it or not I’m just fine,” you hummed. Although whenever you held hands or snuggled with Shoto you made sure to be on his right side, his icy side. Shoto had caught onto this quirk of yours and whenever he offered a hand it was always his cooler side. An adorable quirk he’d tell himself.

“I think your outfit is cute (Y/n),” Fuyumi complimented again.

“You say everything about her is cute Fuyumi…” Shoto groaned.

“Well she is cute,” Fuyumi tuts, grabbing a colander from a nearby cabinet while her father slayed over a boiling pot of noodles on the stove. You couldn’t help but to snicker as your boyfriend was arguing with his sister about your appearance over who gets the right to call you such flattering nicknames. You don’t take Shoto as one to be the arguing type but this was hysterical, Natsuo seemed to agree as he took your side laughing in unison.

The arguing did get a little out of hand, Enji was transferring his pot of noodles to the sink and Fuyumi swung her arms knocking the large pot right out from his hands. Everyone is gonna get burned if it spills! You threw Shoto off to the side, breath caught in everyone’s throats, throwing your arms out as blue threads shot out of nowhere to catch the pot before anything could spill besides a few droplets of scalding water that crashed upon the tiled floor. Everyone gasped the second you took a breath of relief, following the blue threads to your bottom half where the threads matched your shorts of denim. You internally, like telepathy, were telling your threads to set the pot within the sink and out of harm's way. Your short were now half the length they used to be, stopping just shy of where your legs met your body. Those shorts used to be jeans, situations like this are the reason why you they no longer held their length.

“That was such a close one!” Fuyumi also took a breather after your quick save.

“Good job (Y/n),” Shoto wrapped his left arm around your shoulders giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You adored his affection, smiling faintly with newfound exhaustion towards him.

However a new tension filled the atmosphere as the room grew higher and higher in temp to the point your skin was oozing sweat and lungs suffocating. Enji had taken a stand before you, his arms crossed over his built chest and facial hair of yellow sifting between green and blue flames flared up a storm and eyes ever more intense than ever before. “I knew your last name was familiar,” the man bellowed staring down upon you. “Just because your father made it in the world with a puny fiber quirk doesn’t mean you can!”

“I just saved your ass and this is how you talk to me!?” You retaliated taking Shoto and his sibling by surprise. They’ve never seen anyone talk back to their father and live to tell the tale. Even Enji was taken aback, his form never faltered, but his silence sparked realization in the siblings that he must’ve been shocked or maybe even impressed with your astounding confidence.

“I thought you were pretty tight with Jeanist,” you tut, crossing your arms to mimic Endeavor’s iconic stance. “He speaks highly of you and yet you go on ahead and insult him right in front of his daughter… Nice. Makes me wonder how in the hell you become the new #1 Hero when your words could drive someone to do horrible things,” you wouldn’t be surprised if someone has turned to the life of villainy because of him. Should’ve never came here, should’ve never met him, should’ve taken Shoto’s warnings.

Enji smirked, of all things he’s already done, you were actually terrified of the man of fire and flames because of something so simple. It felt rare, unnatural. “Shoto,” the man called out to his youngest. “I’m unimpressed with (Y/n)’s quirk…”

“Shut up,” Shoto hissed, grabbing you gently by the shoulders about to escort the two of you out.

“However I like her spirit,” Enji complimented, and somehow this compliment meant much more to you than all the others you’ve received all day. “Bring that spirit of yours to your hero studies… I’m looking forward to how you’ll surpass even your own father in the future,” Enji hummed lightly before taking his leave.

Your muscles refused to move, “how did I get your father’s approval?” You spoke low and slow, still processing just how the scene played out.

“I don’t know…” Even Shoto didn’t understand. Now you had something he’s never had in his life. His father’s respect. You came in, saved everyone from third degree burns, nearly cussed out your boyfriend’s father, and somehow he likes you more than most of his children. Logic. Maybe you should’ve just poured that entire pot of noodles over Endeavor’s head, at least then Shoto would feel semi pleased with your confrontation with him. Either way, he couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.