Why do children have to be so small?

Advice

Everything’s back to normal. Apart from our new tattoos and Hitoshi’s new scars. He had the cast removed a couple of days before going back to school. Denki visited a couple of more times after we got our tats. The rope burns on his wrists are practically gone, only leaving behind a pair of thin, white marks. The scar on his face, however… It’s not as deep as mine, but it’s gonna be red and ugly for a while. But as he said, we’ll match. Along with Todoroki and Kirishima, I suppose. Why do all these kids have eye scars already? Well, I know about Todoroki’s past with his father… But what the hell did Kirishima do? 

Someone knocks on my shoulder. I wake up from the lazy daze I’ve fallen into for the past couple of minutes and turn around to face whoever dares to disturb me. It’s Toshinori, and his face is bright red.
“Toshinori. Do you have a fever?”
I instinctively stand up and reach to put a hand on his forehead, but frankly, he is too tall for me to reach. He laughs and pushes my hand away.
“Ah, no, Shota, I’m not sick or anything… I need advice?”
I raise an eyebrow. 
“Advice? On what?”
“Well, you’ve been together with Hizashi for ten years now and-”
“Sixteen years. Since high school.”
“Right, sixteen. So, you must know a lot about love and dating…”
“is Toshinori Yagi, All Might, the former number one hero, the symbol of peace, asking me for dating advice?”
It sure is amusing seeing him like this, flustered.
“Well, go on, tell me. Who are they?”
“Inkomidoriya-”
He just mumbles, as if he doesn’t actually want me to know.
“Come on, spit it out.”
“Inko Midoriya. Izuku’s mother.”
“Well. That was not what I expected.”
I pull out the chair next to mine and have him sit down. He still towers above me, but not quite as much. I reach to touch his forehead before he can protest.
“I suppose you’re a little warm, but you don’t have a fever. Go on, tell me.”
“Well, I met her when I went to ask her for permission for Izuku to stay at the dorms. At first she didn’t allow it but she eventually changed her mind. I already love Izuku like my own son. And of course, she does too because, well, he is her son. So when school started again, she started calling me once a week to check on him. making sure he wasn’t harming himself more. We started talking. Like, real conversations about anything and everything… She’s divorced and I think she’s lonely at home without Izuku.”
I didn’t think of that. Inko is a single mom, she’s taken care of her son on her own for as long as I can remember. We met every now and then when our kids went to the same kindergarten. It must have been exhausting, working a full time job and taking care of a toddler all on your own. I can’t imagine raising Hitoshi or Eri without Hizashi.
“So, I asked her out! I want to take her out for dinner and-”
“Don’t. Dinner is a terrible and boring first date. That’s what you do when you’re married and want to spend some alone time together. Take her to do something fun where you can engage in conversation and get to know her. But for the love of God, not dinner. Dinner can and will always become boring.”
“Well, what do you suggest we do, then? I know nothing about love or dating.”
“But you think I do? Look, me and Hizashi met in high school. We did teenager things, like snuck out to the school pool in the middle of the night and went to the arcade. You’re adults, so you should do adult things.”
His face seems to go even redder than before.
“And what is adult things then?”
“What does she enjoy doing? What do you enjoy doing?”
“What do I enjoy? I like…”
He stops and thinks for a moment. A minute. A while.
“I… I don’t know. I’ve been so preoccupied with hero work and teaching that I’ve never really had a chance to explore what I like doing.”
His smile fades from his face and for just a second, he looks older than he is. 
“This is your time to explore, then. Does she like cooking? Take a cooking class together! Painting, baking, knitting?”
“I-I don’t know, we only just met! I think she cooks a lot…”
“Take her to a cooking class, then. You can learn something as well, because to be fair, I’ve never seen you cook anything in the dorm kitchen. It’s fun and relaxing and won’t become awkward because you’re focusing on other stuff rather than just conversation. No room for awkward silence. Next time, let her decide what to do.”
“Okay, yeah, sure. Cooking classes. Should I get her flowers? Do women like flowers?”
“Toshinori. I’m literally a gay man, married to another man. I know absolutely nothing about women. It’s better if you ask someone who either likes women or is a woman, but I’m not the right person to talk about women to.”
“Yeah, you’re right… I’ll ask Nemuri about it, she must know something.”
“Nemuri will want to hear gossip. Ask someone else.”
“But she’s the only woman I know, apart from Chiyo, Inko and the students! I can’t ask any of those-”
“Then ask Izuku. He must know his own mother, right?”
“You’re right, I’ll text him right away.”
“...You have text conversations with him?”
“Yeah! He likes to send pictures of cute animals he sees. He sends pictures of your cats every once in a while, look!”
He shows me his conversation with the boy on his phone. It’s a picture of Tamotsu, rubbed up against his leg. I didn’t know they liked each other that much. The message underneath reads “look who I found! <33”. I let out a light laugh.
“i see why you’ve grown attached to that problem child. You’re the same.”
“Ah- he’s not a problem child! He’s a sweet kid!”
“Sure, but trouble still follows him wherever he goes. Like yourself.”
“Are you calling your own cat trouble?”
“What? No-”
“You cat does follow him, and you said trouble follows him…”
“Tamotsu is not trouble, he’s a sweetheart who likes sleeping on my face.”
“Whatever you say.”

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Author's note: if I see a single person shit on my ships, I will block you instantly. There was a lot of hate when I revealed KamiShin and I do not want to see the same for Toshinko. They mean a lot to me and you have no right to come to my fic and tell me how to write.