That One Twin

27

Sayuri

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself. Shinso looked up to me from the grass with a sad expression on his face. "Alright loser, time for bed."

  I pulled him up to his feet and firmly set my hands on his shoulders. He fought me shoving him towards the house.

"*sigh* What's wrong, Hito?" I gave in and sat on the step.

"It's sad boy hour," he grumbled and sat down back in the grass.

"I'll go get the ice cream and cookies," I sighed and walked inside. "It's going to be a long night."

  I quickly changed into my pajamas and grabbed my slippers. On my search for the ice cream and cookies, I snatched up two blankets and marched back outside. His eyes never left the starry sky. I shouldn't be this concerned, but it's kind of hard not to be when I know exactly what he's thinking.

  I sprawled the first blanket out in front of him. He didn't notice a thing as I set the items down and moved him to the blanket. Sitting myself down beside him, I covered us up and grabbed the cookies.

"Do you agree with everyone else?" He spouted. "Maybe I shouldn't bother trying to be a hero. My quirk really does seem better for a villain."

"I'll kick your ass if you ever become a villain," I stated and crammed a cookie in my mouth.

"You'd do that anyways," he said.

  I shoved a cookie in his mouth and grinned. "Only if you keep dragging yourself down like this. You're putting your best effort into becoming a hero. There's no doubt you'll be amazing at it. We've had this talk before, Hito. Stop making me repeat myself like a record player."

"I just can't help but think about it. Everyone else seems to agree," he sighed.

"Do your classmates?" I asked.

"No..."

"Do your parents?" I asked again.

"No..."

"I clearly never did, and neither does UA so stop dwelling on the past. Fuck what everyone else says. Be who you want," I encouraged him. "Even uncle Zawa believes in you or else he wouldn't have agreed to train you."

"You didn't call him dad?" He asked.

"I'd love to have him as my dad, but I can't push him into that role just because I don't like the dad I have," I shook my head. "I know he doesn't mind, in fact, he seems to really enjoy it but I'm being selfish. I'll always view him as a fatherly figure, but I grew up with him as my uncle and I need to face that reality."

"He really is like a dad to you, isn't he?" He chuckled.

"I don't see why he hasn't decided to settle down and have a family yet. He'd be the best," I giggled. "Oh well. More love and affection for me. His kid would probably hate me!"

"You'd be taking all his time!" He agreed.

"We'd argue so much over who's dad he is," I added. "I don't even want to imagine the expression he'd have when having to settle it. He'd be at a loss for words and would probably shut down."

  Without even noticing it, we slipped into our old habit of staying out late getting lost in conversation. The sun started rising and I rushed to look at the time. 4:15.

"I have to get ready!" I rushed up.

"Interning today too?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm going to end up fighting Yo today," I mumbled the last part to myself. No sleep means irrational amounts of irritation.