Homework Club

Not how I normaly spend a friday night

A week went by quick enough. Izuku was saving the song for tonight and Shoto was spending half his time glued to our sides. Not that I minded, it was kinda adorable (not that I'd ever tell him that).

It is now Friday, which means tonight, I'm introducing my two boyfriends to my mother. She knows I'm gay, but the fact that there are fucking two of them is a bit of a recipe for disaster. I know my mother, she's gonna embarass me and ruin Izuku and Shoto's image of me, which has kinda been the 'look at us weird and I will slap you across the face with a cheese grater'. So you can imagine how excited I am.

Don't get me wrong-

I get to flaunt my awesome cooking skills, hear Izuku sing (probably fall asleep too, they're staying over) AND binge-watch Glee until the ass-crack of dawn. Sounds like a great night, if I do say so myself.

Exept mom couldn't get off work so that means she'll be here and Izuku just had to bring up meeting my parents. And I've recently found out that it is impossible to tell them no when they both want something. So now they're comming over and meeting my embarrassing-as-fuck mom.

It is now 5 in the evening meaning I have about half an hour until they arrive. You may not know this, but I am a fucking perfectionist. Which would then explain why I'm currently flapping about trying to get everything sorted.

"OI KATSUKI! STOP MAKING SUCH A DAMN RACKET!" Mom yelled from downstairs. This immediately caused me to get irritated. "DON'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU HAG! I'M TRYING TO GET THE HOUSE PRESENTABLE!"

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH! I'M STILL YOUR MOTHER!"

"SHUT UP AND LET ME SORT THINGS OUT!"

I groaned in frustration. Most people think that we're an abusive family at first. That couldn't be further from the truth. My parents have always supported me and put up with my explosive temper. Plus I'm lucky enough to have parents that don't throw their kid out for being gay. The most she's done is slap me upside the head when I'm being an asshole. It's just how I was raised.

After I was satisfied with how insanely organized my room was, I decided to go downstairs and tell mom about the fact there are two people comming over tonight. Because I've kinda been dodging that question all week.

When I found myself at the entrance to the living room, I suddenly felt as nervous as I did when I came out. I just ended up screaming at them to banish some of the nerves and embarrassment. That probably wouldn't be a good idea in this moment, because she's been a bit easier to enrage today.

"Oi, I know you're there. You're loud as hell." I took a deep breath and walked to stand in front of the couch she was sitting on. "Oh god you look serious. What happened?" Here goes...

"So you know how I'm bringing my boyfriend over tonight?" She nodded. "Well, there are two. I'm in a polyamorous relationship."

Silence.

"Wow. As a mother I'm supportive and as a modern member of society I'm proud that my son's getting that much action." I felt warmth creep up my face. "SHUT UP! WE'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT! I'M FIFTEEN FOR GOD'S SAKE, I'M NOT ABOUT TO GO FUCKING AROUND!"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?! I'M JUST SAYING WHAT YOU OBVIOUSLY WANT TO HAPPEN! YOU SAYING YOU DON'T WANT TO FUCK THEM?!"

"....." I couldn't beat her on that.  "JUST DON'T FUCKING EMBARASS ME, GOT IT, HAG?! I HAVE A REPUTATION, YOU KNOW!"