BNHA AU Little Bedtime Stories

One Normal Night (Skinkami)

Still don't know if I should kill myself or let the world do it's thing. Welp, still no president for USA. Sorry for the late posting! Shinkami waring!!!! We're all family here and we all respect each other! Also some EraserMic.

Shinso groaned.

"I just need you to act normal!" he exclaimed to his fathers. There was an offended gasp.

"Define 'normal'," demanded his terrified grandma.

"Normal is an illusion dear," his dad chipped in, "what's normal for the spiders is a calamity for the flies."

"Dad, please. They're normal people, not like you, not like me. Please can't we be an average family?"

He looked at his fathers, hoping they would understand. He glanced at the rest of his family. He sighed.

"One normal night," he pleaded, "that's all I want, that's all I need from you. One normal house without a mouse to feed a plant or two. You must admit we are not what people call 'laid back'."

His fathers were looking at each other, Shinso looked desperate.

"So can't we muse a bit and lose the basic black? Please! One normal night with normal people on their way. Just one normal night."

Shinso was waiting for their answer. There was a beat of silence.

"Whaddaya say?" he tried again.

His dad sighed. "One normal night?"

"To be polite and to do the least you can," implored Shinso.

"One normal eve?" asked his pa.

"Can you achieve a kind of common man? You have to swear to me, yes, promise to the core!"

Shinso pointed his finger at his fathers, hoping they would catch where he was going with this. He gazed at the clock and his eyes widened.

"It's almost six o'clock, they're almost at the door!"

Aizawa and Yamada nodded and shooed the rest of the family. Shinso looked around before resting his eyes on the altar.

"On all the Addams ancestors who've ever walked aright," he prayed under his breath, "please let this be one normal night."

He felt a chill running down his spine and helped his family preparing the house for their guests. Little did he know that Toshinori left the mansion to see who were their guests. He could see that the ancestors had followed him. He hid behind a tree as he heard footsteps getting closer. He travelled his eyes to the noise and he saw a blond boy talking loudly with two adults.

"Wait!" The boy stopped before looking around. His eyes beamed. "This is the place where I first saw him! Shinso, with a crossbow. And he looked like Apollo The Healer!"

"Who?" asked the man, probably the boy's father.

"He's just expressing himself, dear." The woman raised her finger as if to prove a point. "'Expressing is the poet's art. Just simply say what's in your heart.'"

The man groaned.

"Denki, your mother's rhyming again." He glanced at his surroundings. Now, Toshinori could see him clearly. He was also blond with a scowl on his face. "I say we make a rain check and go back to the hotel."

The boy - Toshinori tried to remember his name - looked terrified and angry.

"No!" He exclaimed, throwing some kind of map to his father. "One normal night, no, not one poem," he threw an accusation look at his mother, "not one inspiring word! One normal scene, complete routine, tonight can't be absurd. Please don't embarrass me or be completely rude."