My Hero Academia Imagines

{Domestic AU} Just Like You (Todoroki Shouto)

Todoroki Shouto:

Todoroki Yuuto:
優 (yuu) meaning "excellence, superiority, gentleness" combined with 人 (to) meaning "person"

"He looks just like you."

Why... why was a statement that he had hated and despised so much growing up slowly starting to make him smile and fondly nod his head to those who gave him the compliment.

Why did he start to actually learn the kind of pride that a parent felt when even a total strange told him that his own child was him. In his youth, the last thing he wanted was to be compared to his father.

But now as a father himself, he couldn't help but glance down and rub Yuuto's white locks when he was told how uncanny the resemblance between father and son was. The looks were not the only thing that stopped in the comparisons between the two.

Yuuto had the similar codominant quirk his father had, only his was his father's ice powers and his mother's water abilities, making him able to basically control any substance that contained H20 and even make it himself.

Yuuto's eyes were heterochromatic as well: one silver from his father and one (eye color) from his mother. The only thing that seemed different was that Yuuto's hair was one single shade of white... but would get dirty easily as a result (no thanks to that Bakugou Katsuko who Yuuto liked to play with...).

"Are you okay, Shouto?" His wife had pulled him from his thoughts as the two sat on a park bench, keeping a close eye on their son who was currently climbing up the ladder to the slide.

"Yes. Just fine."

Todoroki (Name) knew her husband much better than he did himself at times though and could tell that that distant and cold gleam in his eyes was blooming from his own worry about himself and his bloodline.

He had long since reached a neutral understanding with his father, ironically on the day, Yuuto was born. Enji had shown up to give his congratulations, which Shouto accepted... but refused to let him see his grandchild.

The two someone reached a conclusion civilly: Shouto no longer processing any rage towards the man, but not wanting to be involved with Enji any more than a business relationship.

And Enji agreed... and had since left you both and your son alone. All Yuuto knew of his grandfather was the single card he would receive every year on his birthday. But other then that, his only grandfather was your own father.

And so seeing Shouto watching your son with the same eyes he would give when his father was brought up in a conversation made you a bit worried. He could sense no hostilities from Shouto, but that look made you worry about your family.

"Is it Yuuto?"

Todoroki stiffened, his right hand rising and his eyes giving it a long stare before he quickly glanced up and looked for his own son. Yuuto had now moved from the slide and was in the sandbox, a few kids helping him make a sand castle.

"I'm worried about him." Shouto mumbled.

"And what exactly are you worried about?" You pushed him gently.

"I'm worried that he'll turn out like me."

You blinked, scooting closer to your husband and resting your head on his shoulder. Todoroki reached and locked hands with you, his warm and cold palms nice against your own.

"And why would you be afraid of that? Yuuto sees you as his role model, y'know. The kid got lucky to literally share everything about you that's so eye-catching and unique."

"My looks are one thing... but what if he ends up acting like I did. What if I mess up and our relationship becomes something like what my father and I had. What if-"

"Shouto."

Your finger pressed against his lip, tone making him know he had pushed past what he should have said. And now it was time for the love of his life and mother to his child to cool his worries and make him centered once again.

"Firstly, you married for love- unlike your father. And for extra points, you have not forced me to have more children because you thought Yuuto was 'imperfect' nor have you forced him to train as if he was in high school at age five.

You're doing fine honey. You are a perfect husband. A perfect hero. And a perfect father."

Todoroki nodded, squeezing your hand tightly. "Yes. You're right."

"Of course I am, I'm your wife after all."

"How could I have forgotten."

And then once again... all seemed right in his world. And as his son played the afternoon away, Todoroki could not help but fondly watch him, a smile on his face for the boy he saw so much of himself in.