“Uh,” said Shouto, and then rewound the past thirty seconds of conversation back through his head. “I. Uh. Are you sure?”
Next to him on the park bench, his mother beamed.
“Of course! He said he wanted to meet you,” she informed him. She looked splendidly happy, much more than Shouto had seen her in – well, actually, this would explain his mother’s sudden upturn in mood the past month.
Shouto’s icepop was beginning to drip onto his knuckles from the summer heat. He paid it no attention; there was a much more imminent problem currently staring at him in the face.
“He… did,” he said, very slowly.
His mother’s smile was still blinding. Shouto wondered if this was a dream, or maybe a nightmare. “Yes! All of you. I already called Fuyumi, but you know Natsu, it’s his exam week. And your eldest brother…” she paused, and then sighed. “Well, as many of you as I can manage, anyway.”
My full piece for the @domesticbnhazine! I will use every opportunity to draw the Todoroki family (and slip the Dabi is a Todoroki theory in while I’m at it)
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