"Papa, pleeeaase?"
"The internet said it's helpful!"
"Super helpful!"
A sigh.
"No, boys, I am not signing you two up for a dojo. You are far too young," their father firmly breaks the news to them.
But Izuku isn't deterred. "A lot of heroes started training early!" He points out, "what if we fall behind and can't become heroes because we didn't join one? Papa, please!"
Under the big, shining eyes of two six year olds that were so full of hope—how could anyone possibly deny them what they wish?
Quite easily.
Of course, it was still tempting so he placed his hands over their faces, protecting himself from a potential weakness. The twins let out indignant squawks.
"No means no, boys. You should be enjoying your childhood to its full extent before worrying about dashing off into danger at every chance around the corner."
This was a mistake.
The true weakness wasn't eyes brimming of hope, but rather the heartbroken expressions of his sons faces once they freed themselves from their father's grasp. Sadness, despair, and panic painted a swirling picture in their eyes.
Izuku was especially worse off as tears threaten to spill.
This breaks Hisashi.
Caving, he leans forward on the couch with a long sigh. "It's not forever, when you two are older we'll sign up properly, alright? I just want my two delightful boys not to worry about it just yet."
Izuku wipes at his eyes, sniffling. Mikumo glances at his brother then back at his father.
"Promise?" He asks, ruby eyes boring into his own.
"I promise you," Hisashi sealed with a smile.
This cheered them up.
Izuku steps forward grabbing at his father's arm, eyes lighting up in excitement. "When can we?"
Hisashi leans back in thought, humming. "I'd say... yes, I think ten is a proper age."
"What?!"
"But that's forever away!" Mikumo wailed.
But Hisashi just chuckled, "the time will pass far too quickly, you'll see."
The twins shared a doubtful look. Mikumo wanted to argue but figured they shouldn't push their luck. At least not yet.
His brother got the silent message and shrugged dejectedly.
Their father smiled at them warmly. He leaned forward and brought them both into a hug. "I love you, boys. I only want what is best for you, please don't forget that."
"I love you too, papa," the chorused.
Breaking up the hug, Izuku and Mikumo return back to their shared bedroom.
"I can't believe we failed, this sucks," Mikumo grumbles, taking out his stress on an unfortunate pillow.
Izuku didn't reply. Instead he plopped down in front of their game station and switched on a hero fighting game. But from his slouched shoulders and waves of unhappiness radiating from his twin, Mikumo knew he was upset as well.
He had more reason to be.
"At least we can go when we're older," he tries to reassure.
Izuku only shrugs and mumbles, "I guess..."
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Double Trouble
FanfictionIzuku has a twin brother His name is Mikumo Shenanigans ensue