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Reminisce Male Reader x Shoto Todoroki
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He wasn't sure why he was waiting with his foster father on the couch, cuddling with his stuffed panda as his head rested on the older's lap. His knees were brought to his chest, his body curled as a feline would as they prepared to rest. His eyes were glued to the TV the played a cartoon he'd grown to love as soon as he saw it for the first time. The volume of the TV was hardly audible, but the young boy payed close enough attention to make out what they were saying.
Finally, he broke the silence, pressing his small hand against his father's thigh and pulling himself up, sitting on his knees as he diverted his gaze to the man. "What are we waiting for, father?" Y/N asked timidly, voice hardly audible, afraid that he didn't get to ask that because it wasn't his business.
The man gave a warm smile, his eyes twinkling. "Some special guests," he informed, slowly lifting his hand as to not frighten the young boy before he placed it on top of his head.
The young boy didn't miss how his father seemed to wait in anticipation. How he kept glancing at the clock next to the television as they waited for their special guests. Nor did he miss how he appeared to be uneasy, constantly zoning out and appearing deep in thought.
With a frown, he nodded, his own distress flooding his eyes. He glanced at the hand on top of his head, not use to the sudden display of affection making him tense and squirm underneath it. His father muttered an apology and removed his hand from his head.
When the doorbell rang, the younger flinched and yanked the hand back to him, gripping it as he moved closer to his foster father who winced slightly at the abrupt action.
A light-hearted chuckle came from the man and he looked over at the trembling child. "Those are our guests. Let's go ahead and greet them, all right?"
Y/N hesitated for a moment, frowning deeply as he gripped the arm tightly and stared at the ground. He could hear the maid that cleaned their house on Wednesday's letting them in, bringing them to where the two were. A quivering breath left his lips and he nodded, looking up at his caretaker with a trembling gaze.
His father smiled contently and turned off the cartoon before getting up after Y/N released his arm. As soon as they were on the floor, their guests entered the living room, making the boy immediately hide behind his father, gripping his pants tightly as he tried to hide his entire body behind him, his fear returning.
"Welcome, Endeavor. It's nice to have you and your family over for the afternoon," his father greeted welcomingly.
