🍋Lemon Boy🍋 {HitoZuku}

Meeting The Shinsou's [Chapter 19]

It's been about a week since the entrance exams. Usually, letters are distributed 3 weeks after exams because of the large amounts of students that registered for U.A.

It's also around the time Hitoshi's parents come back from their demanding jobs abroad.

(I forgot to mention this, but, Hitoshi has very loving, alive parents. But they work as very important quirk specialist for specifically mental quirks. They go to lots of places around the world and try to be there for their son at the same time.)

It was about time Hitoshi asked the question.

"Hey, wanna meet my parents?"

Izuku sputters, almost dropping the plates that are balanced in his hands.
"Wha!?" The dishes are placed onto the sink as Izuku whips his head around to stare at Hitoshi was fear-filled eyes.

"I- Hitoshi- I- what if they don't like me? What if they don't like that I adopted Eri? What if-!" The younger was cut off by a light chuckle, breaking him from his thoughts.

"I've already told them about you, and Eri." Izuku goes to speak again before Hitoshi buts in.
"And yes, I also told them about your quirk status. They don't care, they have a son who was bullied most his life for having a 'villainous' quirk." Quotation marks are made when he says the word villainous.

The greenness grumbles.

"Villainous my ass..." He whispers. Hitoshi's eyes softened, he couldn't have asked for a more understanding friend like him. Izuku turns the faucet on and begins to slowly wash the dishes from supper. A million thoughts ran through Izuku's mind, but he knew this was gonna happen eventually.

Freckled hands go still, the only sound in the room is the water rushing out of the faucet onto the ceramic plates sitting in the sink.

"You promise?" It comes out a little more pathetic than Izuku wanted it to. He gulps before continuing to speak.

"You promise that they'll accept me and Eri?" He hates how untrusting he sounds, but he can't help it.

Hitoshi understands though.

"Of course they will."

Izuku turns to face his purple-haired friend. His mouth moved before his brain.

"Okay. We'll go."
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"I'm not ready."

Izuku's hands ring themselves nervously, standing beside his calm crush and daughter. Both boys and girls are dressed in nice, fancy clothes.

Hitoshi is wearing a tight-fitting black turtleneck that defines his torso and arms, along with nice black slacks. His shoes are purple covers paired with some plain silver jewelry, such as a necklace, rings, and earrings.

Izuku wears a similar turtleneck that's an eggshell white, matched with high-rise black work pants. Showing off his curved waist. The pants go along with a pair of black leather boots that go high up his legs. The outfit is finished off with simple gold earrings and a necklace.

Eri's a mixture of both teens' outfits. She a high-rise white shirt, a black light cardigan, with a cute black pencil skirt that reached beneath her knees. The only colour other than black, white, and gold, are the pink and purple shoes that adored Eri's feet.

The place they show up to isn't the normal two-story house Hitoshi had said he lived in. It was a 5-star restaurant that Izuku couldn't even dream about eating at, probably cost people limbs to just breathe the air the restaurant produced.

"We eat here quite a lot, mostly for business meetings and such," Hitoshi mentioned casually as they were greeted at the large doors of the building.

"Young Shinsou! I assume you're here to meet with your parents?" The man who greeted them was the manager of the high-end place. He was short with walrus tusks sprouting from his upper lip. With his name tag and his knowing Hitoshi's name, Izuku could only assume. Izuku never asked about how well off Hitoshi's family was, but this said that the Shinsou could swim in all the money they made.

"Correct." The manager nodded and bowed, he turned and gestured for the three to follow. Hitoshi held his arm out, and Izuku took it. As they walk down the long, extravagant halls of the restaurant, they more nervous Izuku gets. Eri was awe-struck by the Florissant lights and fancy-dressed people, she had never seen such a nice place before.

Large double doors that shimmered in the lights opened with the pudgy hands of the manager. The short man bowed and walked away, bidding goodbye.

The green-haired teen gulped. He wasn't ready, he never was ready.

But, that didn't stop Hitoshi from leading them into the fancy dining hall. He walked with ease, like he'd done this millions of times, his strides were calm but quick.

Izuku was the exact opposite. He was nervously looking side to side, taking small, quick steps to keep up with Hitoshi.

"Izu, if you keep holding onto my arm like that, It might go numb." Izuku flushed and loosened the grip on his friend's arm. He took a deep breath, there's nothing to be scared of.

"Hitoshi! My baby!" A strong womanly voice calls out from inside the fancy room.

Hiroshi Shinsou, was tall, as tall as her son at least. She was slim with thin arms and legs. Her hair reached only her shoulders, coloured a deep bluish purple with curtain bangs. She wore a deep purple dress with a slit on one side that reached to her ankles. A white fur coat sat on his shoulders along with silver earrings and necklaces.

The tall women rushed over to the three, pulling them all into a hug.

"You must be Izuku and Eri! Is it okay if I call you that? Oh, you are just as cute as Hitoshi described!" The littlest of them all giggled, finding the situation amusing. Izuku's flushed and did a slight bow in greeting.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Ms. Shinsou!" Hiroshi laughed.

"You've got such amazing manners! Hitoshi, how could you keep these precious two away from me?" Pale fingers reached out to rub Eri's cheek affectionately.

A low cough brought all four of them out of their thoughts.

Isamu Shinsou was also very tall. (Damn all these tall people! Must run in the genes.) He was less slim, with more broad shoulders like his son, and toned arms. Isamu's hair stood straight, wavy, lilac coloured with darker tips. He wore a plum vest, a black undershirt, and grey work pants. He also had his left ear pierced, adoring a black diamond stud.

Izuku gulped, he was much more intimidating than Hitoshi's mother. He bowed once again, trying not to rattle Eri in his arms.

"It's a pleasure to be here, thank you, Mr. Shinsou."

It was silent for a moment before Isamu started to laugh. His voice was luring, almost like a song begging you to come closer.

"You're right sweetheart, this one has great manners."

The short teen sighed in relief. They don't hate him. That's a good thing, 100%.

As they talked, Izuku felt like he was loosening up. Like the tension was melting out of him, and he hated to admit that he didn't hate it.

"Shall we eat? We took the liberty to order all this food, 'cause we didn't know what you'd like." Hiroshi scratched her cheek, her nails were a deep red, with white cuticles.

One thing Izuku noticed when they sat down, and he got a good look at all of them, all the Shinsou's pupils were not black. Hitoshi and his mother's pupils were white, while his father's pupils seemed like only a darker colour than the rest of his eye.

The food came, and it all smelled heavenly, so good that Eri marvelled for a good 10 minutes before saying thanks and digging in.

As Hitoshi, Hiroshi, and Isamu talked, Izuku couldn't have been happier. This went as perfectly as Hitoshi said it would.

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