[HIATUS] Mha/Bnha x Female Gojo| I Alone Am The Honoured One

Study Date-2

At the Todoroki household…

"I'm home," Shoto called as he stepped inside.

"Welcome home, Shoto," Fuyumi greeted warmly, appearing at the door. "By the way, Natsuo is home too."

Shoto’s eyes widened. "Natsuo’s here?"

"Yeah, he came earlier," Fuyumi said with a smile. "He’s in the living room."

Shoto walked into the living room, where Natsuo was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

"Hey, Shoto," Natsuo greeted casually. "Been a while, huh?"

"It has," Shoto replied, sitting down across from him.

"So, how’s school?" Natsuo asked, leaning back.

"It’s fine," Shoto said, though his mind wandered to Akira and the project.

Fuyumi entered with tea, setting it down on the table. "You’ve been busy lately, Shoto. Working on something important?"

"Group project," Shoto said simply.

"Ah, group projects," Natsuo teased. "Bet you’re stuck with someone who’s terrible at teamwork."

Shoto thought about Akira’s charm and sighed. "Not exactly. Just… distracting."

Natsuo raised an eyebrow. "Distracting? This sounds interesting."

"It’s not," Shoto said quickly, looking away.

Fuyumi exchanged a knowing look with Natsuo but couldn’t resist her curiosity.

"So… who’s the lucky person?" Fuyumi asked with a teasing smile.

"Akira," Shoto replied casually, trying to keep his tone indifferent.

"Ooooooh," both Fuyumi and Natsuo chimed in unison, grinning mischievously.

"So, you’re the lucky one here," Natsuo teased, elbowing him lightly. Fuyumi nodded in agreement, her grin widening.

"Huh? You too?" Shoto said, clearly annoyed by their antics.

"Don’t try to fool us—you’re blushing," Fuyumi pointed out, chuckling as she walked toward the kitchen.

Shoto sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m not blushing," he muttered under his breath, but his ears betrayed him, turning a faint shade of pink.

As Fuyumi disappeared into the kitchen, Shoto cleared his throat. "Well… I’m going out tomorrow." He paused, feeling a little flustered. "With Akira."

The moment the words left his mouth, Natsuo’s eyes lit up. He practically leaped from the couch, grabbing Shoto’s shoulders with both hands.

"Wait—hold on! You’re going on a date?" Natsuo exclaimed, his voice full of excitement.

"It’s not a date," Shoto said flatly, though his face grew warmer.

"Not a date?" Natsuo repeated dramatically. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. Where are you going? What’s the plan? Are you wearing that? Should I help you pick an outfit?"

Before Shoto could respond, Fuyumi came rushing back from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "Did I hear that right? You’re going out with Akira?"

"It’s for schoolwork," Shoto clarified, his voice firm but his tone betraying his embarrassment.

Fuyumi and Natsuo exchanged another mischievous look.

"Schoolwork," Fuyumi repeated, nodding mock-seriously. "Sure, sure."

"Do you need tips?" Natsuo asked with a sly grin. "I can give you a crash course on how to impress her."