Mechanical Feelings | MHA/Izuku Midoriya | ✔︎

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"(Y/n) has always had a medical condition that made him struggle with feeling and expressing emotions since he was a kid, it was apart of his quirk. So from the bottom of our heart, we thank you for helping him."

Izuku awkwardly smiled back at the woman vigorously shaking his hand.

She's been shaking his hand for a while now, and while he had the urge to pull away, something about the genuineness in her joy made him feel guilty and endure the robotic handshake a little longer, refraining from pulling away.

"That's an awful way of telling him, (M/n)." The woman beside her drawled, also the same person to finally stop the ongoing handshake between them and separate their hands.

"What she means is, you have our consent with our son."

An angry red colored his freckled cheeks. "I-I'm sorry?"

The woman arched her brow. "Need I repeat myself?"

He stammered. "B-But it's only been 2 weeks since we got together, we barely even had our first kiss yet..."

"Your point?"

Izuku gawked at her nonchalantness, receiving a sigh and a dismissive wave from her.

"(Y/n) has been especially fond of you since 6th grade. So long as you reciprocate that, we're fine with you two being together. Understood?"

The greenette grew even more redder at the unexpected but pleasant information, barely managing out a response so he settled for a meek nod instead.

At that exact moment, he heard your voice from your room.

"Izuku!"

He turned his head to your parents, who ushered him with smug expressions.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"(L/n), what's wro-"

He cut himself off when he saw you holding up two stuff toys you crocheted yourself, the designs based off of you and him.

"I couldn't decide which one to give." You said with a sheepish smile.

"You didn't have to..." He whispered as he approached you, choosing the mini you without a second thought.

You shook your head. "But I wanted to."

While you made your way towards your bed, Izuku remained frozen in his spot, gazing at the gift with wide, sparkly eyes.

"So," You started, breaking the comfortable silence between you two. "What'd my parents say?"

He lifted his stare from the stuff toy and saw you patting the empty space next to him on the bed, in which he complied.

The mattress dips further under his weight. "You were right...they didn't mind at all." He mumbled, snuggling his face into the plushie with a content smile. Knowing that if he were to mention the part where he had their consent, it would just result in you teasing him mercilessly.

The corner of your lip curled, half because of his cuteness and half because of your parents' response to your relationship. "Obviously. Did you really think a lesbian couple would disapprove of a gay relationship?"

"Well-!" While it's true that he did worry about your parents reactions to you being homosexual, he was more focused about their opinion towards him. They only met a few times in middle school and that was when it was dismissal time and your parents had to pick you up.

"Actually, I was more worried about what they'd think of me."

You cocked a brow. "They've known you since middle school."