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“Are you sure it’s okay?” Izuku asks yet again. Hitoshi glances at his boyfriend, soon to be fiance, with a flat look on his face.
“If it’s not okay with them then I’m going to disown them,” He reassures again. Izuku glances down at his suit - dark gray with a deep green tie that matches his hair and eyes - with pursed lips and furrowed brows. Izuku’s anxiety has always been pretty bad about even the most mundane of things, meeting his parents must be setting the poor guy through the roof with anxiety.
“It’s just-” Izuku cuts himself off, pauses, and thinks for a moment. “They’ve never asked to meet me before now. Meeting them for the first time out of the blue only to ask if it’s okay that I marry you? It doesn’t seem very polite.”
He sighs. This, at the very least, he can understand. It is incredibly strange that his parents haven’t asked about Izuku at all, beyond surface level ‘where does he live so I can pick you up’ and ‘he’s not a serial killer, right’ type of things. He never took his parents as discriminatory against quirks, or rather lack there of, but that’s the only explanation he can muster for why they seem to dislike Izuku so much.
“They’re the ones who never wanted to meet you before,” He says with a shrug. Hopefully it correctly comes off as casual instead of anxious, like he’s feeling. God, listening to Izuku worry about how every little thing can go wrong is going to make him worry to. “If they’re upset then they can suck it up.”
After a moment of silence Izuku drops his gaze to the floor. “These are the only people that you’ve thought of as your parents since you were four. I don’t want to take that away from you just because they share the same view point as the rest of society,” Izuku whispers.
“The same wrong view point as the rest of society,” He shoots back. He moves closer to Izuku and takes him into a careful hug. “Besides, I don’t want to associate with the type of person that would disagree with a wedding just because they dislike quirkless people. Even if we weren’t dating I would disown them for discrimination.” And after a moment, “If, and only if, they actually are discriminating. Who knows, maybe they’re just oblivious about us dating.”
At this he finally earns a snort out of Izuku. He lets himself smile at the small victory. “Yeah, the guy you share an apartment with since graduation that is totally straight is just your best friend. Bro’s, if you will,” Izuku drawls. “It’s not like you’ve mentioned having an office in our two bedroom apartment. I just sleep on the couch.”
Hitoshi offers a laugh of his own in return. “Well, you are the only one who would fit on the couch. If I try to sleep on it my feet will dangle right off.”
Izuku swats his arm. “Because you’re stupidly tall, not because I’m short.”
“Hate to break it to you but both my dads are taller than me.”
He groans.
In all truth Hitoshi is just as nervous, if not more, as Izuku about the whole meeting the parents thing. Ever since he told his parents, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, about dating Izuku they’d never really talked to him about it. They sort of went on with their day without so much as a passing glance.
They barely asked about Izuku. And only when Hitoshi mentions him- never anything like how they met, how they’re doing, what Izuku does for work. All surface level questions that you might ask someones friend that they met on craigslist. It makes Hitoshi massively uncomfortable, but he never really knew how to breach the topic of conversation with his parents.
And now he and Izuku are twenty-one, four years of dating under their belts, fantasizing about marrying and ready to get engaged. After Izuku properly meets Hitoshi’s parents.
God, what a mess.
The restaurant that Hitoshi chose is a nice one. Really nice, in fact, and hopefully it’ll show that he and Izuku are stable and ready for marriage. Or at least, thats his hope. He was truthful to Izuku when they were getting ready- if his Dad and Papa hate quirkless people then he’s willing to drop them in a heart beat. But…
But Izuku was also right. Dad and Papa are the first people since Hitoshi was four that he could truly see as family. They fostered him part way through his first year and adopted him the moment he turned eighteen (well, just a day after his birthday). They’re the only family he’s really had other than Izuku and class 1-A. He loves them.
But he also loves Izuku. And if Dad and Papa are going to be hypocritical bigots then he’s more than willing to disown them, even if it’ll hurt.
So he walks into the restaurant with Izuku’s arm looped through his own and as confident an expression on his face as he can manage. He wears a simple dark gray suit that matches Izuku, with a purple tie instead of green. He’s been half tempted to just have Izuku wear one of his ‘formal wear’ t-shirts to the dinner, but that would probably make a bad impression.
The moment he sees Dad and Papa catch sight of them two things happen; Papa gets a smirk on his face and elbows Dad while whispering intently, while Dad just sort of blankly looks at them. Well, at least he wore his nicer suit and tied his hair into a half bun. Papa seemed to pull out all of the stops for the get together- and by that he means his blond hair is in a complicated mess of braids.
Izuku leans closer into him. “Oh god. I’m about to meet my boyfriends parents and they’re both heroes and I’m going to die. This is it. They’ll kill me,” Izuku whimpers. The other man then revolves into quiet, panicked mutters that Hitoshi can’t even bein to hope to decipher. He usually is pretty good at figuring out what his boyfriends mumbling about, but the more panicked Izuku is the worse his mumbling is.
“They won’t kill you,” He reassures. “They’re hero’s, they don’t kill their children’s significant others. Besides, we could take them in a fight.”
Izuku’s expression only becomes more pained. “Easy for you to say, mister hot shot in the underground hero ring,” He quips. Hitoshi grins.
“You must be Midoriya,” Papa greets once they get to the table. He and Izuku take their seats across from Dad and Papa, Izuku immediately hooking their feet and hands together. Ah, Izuku’s shaking. That’s not super great.
“U-uh, yes. Please- um, please call me I-Izuku,” Izuku stammers. He rubs comforting circles on the other mans hands. “Nice t-to meet you.” It sure has been a while since Izuku’s stutter last made it’s presence known, but he can understand.
“Hizashi Yamada,” Papa greets with a smile and an outstretched hand. Izuku takes it shakily.
“Shouta Aizawa,” Dad grunts. “You said that you wanted to meet us for a reason?”
He watches as Izuku takes a deep breath before looking up with a determined glint in his eyes. “That’s- Hitoshi and I want t-to get engaged, but I wanted to, uh, m-meet you properly first.”
Dad and Papa both freeze. Silence washes over the table and time seems to stand still for several moments. Dad finally breaks it by turning to Papa, activating his quirk just as Papa opens his mouth to scream. It takes a few moments to calm Papa down.
“Y-You- Hitoshi, you’re getting engaged? How long have you been dating?” Papa sputters. Izuku’s hand grows stock still in his own and he frowns in confusion.
“Four years? I started dating him back at the beginning of third year at UA. I told you this,” he says.
Both of his dads only gape at him. Izuku turns to him with wide eyes and slightly furrowed eyebrows.
“Hitoshi, tell me in your exact words how you told them that we were dating,” Izuku hisses. What’s going on? What is Hitoshi missing?
“Um… I wanted to be casual about it, so I did it in a joke. Like you told me to. We were watching the news or something and Papa commented on how handsome one of the actors was, and I said ‘if I wasn’t taken already I would totally tap that’,” He explains. Izuku groans, loudly, and buries his head in his hands. “What? What did I do?”
“You are somehow more socially stunted than I am, and I only made friends through you,” Izuku says. What’s Izuku talking about?
“You,” Dad says. He turns back to meet his Dad’s gaze, seeing the man’s strained features and eyes flickering between red and black. “You said that you had a celebrity crush on Hawks. We thought you were talking about your crush on Hawks. We fucking thought you were talking about your crush on Hawks. ”
“Wait, so this whole time that I thought you hated Izuku was just a big misunderstanding?” He asks.
“I love you so fucking much, but we need to talk about your communication skills,” Izuku responds.