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In all honesty, Izuku had absolutely no fucking idea where to go from here.
Admittedly, he didn't think his confession would be taken well in the first place. Like, at all.
He expected his father to be disgusted with him, to yell and shout and scream about how he'd raised him for fourteen years of his life only for Izuku to go and do this to him. To kick him out and disown him, demanding Izuku forget about him and never talk to or even so much as think about him again.
Look, Izuku isn't stupid.
He knew he took a huge risk even telling Katsuki how he felt, how that could have blown up in his face a million and one different ways, both literally and metaphorically, but maybe it was because he took such a risk that paid off in the end that he ended up telling his dad.
And, honestly, it ended even better than any of the scenarios that played out in his head.
Hisashi didn’t yell or scream at him, didn’t kick him out or disown him, and even said he’d take his feelings seriously and let Izuku try and win him over!
Sure, Izuku only had a year, but it was more than enough time! Maybe.
… Hopefully.
Well, it would be enough time… if Izuku had any fucking clue on how to actually woo someone.
He’d only ever had a crush on his dad, so he didn’t have any previous experience to go off of, but even then being quirkless in a mostly quirked world didn’t lead to many positive interactions to begin with.
Luckily he had Katsuki.
Katsuki has never had a crush on anyone, ever, but he also had more social skills than Izuku despite his general, uh… everything (sorry Kacchan!), so, you know. Better than nothing.
His first piece of advice: cooking.
“But I already do that.” Izuku had said, frowning slightly.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Duh, but you’ve never done any of that romantically, right?”
It was a rhetorical question, and, sure, Izuku might not have done it out of that kind of love, but he did it out of love regardless so he didn’t really see that much of a difference but he knew better than to question it.
Turns out that Katsuki’s advice in this regard was to make more “romantic” meals, which involved the stereotypical things like flowers, his father’s favorite foods, things like that.
“Will that even work?” Izuku asked, unsure if such a cliché idea would even work, and slightly surprised by Katsuki even suggesting it in the first place.
Not because it was a bad idea, of course, but because it was, well… Katsuki. He never really expected the blonde to be the stereotypical, cliché kind of romance type of guy.
Again, he knew better than to say that out loud.
“Well, it would be a fucking start.” Katsuki said and, whelp. He’s got a point there.
So they concluded that Izuku wake him up with a simple breakfast, give him a homemade bento with a heart in the rice (and gods wasn’t that embarrassing to do—it was practically shouting out his love for Hisashi to the world, though Katsuki was quick to tell him he was an idiot for thinking that, “it’s just a fucking heart, Zuku.”), and leave dinner for the “big date”.
Izuku was nervous but he was determined to make this work, to have Hisashi fall for him, so he decided to try it out.
Really, what could go wrong?
The day started normally enough, Izuku waking up at his usual time, six in the morning, doing his usual morning routine, whipping up a quick breakfast and was working on the bento when his father finally woke up.
Stumbling out of his room, Hisashi had clearly just gotten through with his shower, his hair still a little damp and his suit slightly crumpled, eyes slightly blurry in sleep as he sat down, Izuku unable to keep the smile from his face at the sight.
“Good morning,” he said softly, knowing his dad wasn’t a morning person and didn’t really appreciate loud noises until he fully woke up so he kept his voice soft and gentle.
“Mornin’...” the man mumbled, his voice husky and Izuku tried, and failed, to suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at the sound.
Izuku sat down on the opposite side of him after quickly finishing up the bento, enjoying his quiet time with the man as they ate in peaceful silence.
By the time they were finished, Hisashi had woken up more and was more alert, fixing up his suit and allowing Izuku to pat down his hair with a towel, the teen following his father to the door and, as Hisashi was about to leave, Izuku quickly grabbed his sleeve.
He turned around, mouth open to ask him a question, but Izuku swallowed his embarrassment and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, his own cheeks burning as Hisashi’s mouth opened in a ‘o’ shape, orange eyes widening slightly as he stared at him in slight shock.
Izuku took a step back, his entire face on fire, but he gave the man a small, shy smile, his heart fluttering and stomach flopping at the faint blush on his father’s cheeks. “Have a good day at work.”
“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, and Izuku bit back a laugh, finding it quite cute at how flustered the man was but Hisashi gave him a smile that made Izuku warm from the inside out as he responded. “I’ll be going.”
Once the door closed behind him, Izuku crouched down, hiding his face in his arms and silently screamed, not wanting to freak his neighbors out by actually screaming
Izuku was quick to rush to his phone and gush about his feelings to his best friend, sending multiple incoherent texts before Katsuki called him.
“Shut the fuck up!” The blonde snapped before Izuku could get a word in, annoyance clear in his tone before he hung up.
Short and to the point. Classic Katsuki.
Izuku was on cloud nine, basically floating through the motions as he got ready for school.
Luckily school was almost over—he would never be able to pay attention otherwise.
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Hisashi went to work in a bit of a daze.
Honestly, when he first heard that Izuku would be trying to “court” him, he subconsciously believed that the teen wouldn’t actually do anything, that their relationship would remain the same and that his feelings would turn out to be different than what he thought they were.
And really, that’s what he thought was going on at first.
Breakfast was the same as usual, simple steam rice, miso soup, and grilled fish, and nothing said the previous day was brought up so Hisashi thought nothing of it (though it also might have been because his mind was still sleep-addled).
It wasn’t until he was getting ready to leave that he realized that Izuku was still very much serious about his feelings.
As he grabbed the door handle, Izuku grabbed his sleeve, stopping him.
He turned around, opening his mouth to ask him what was wrong but was caught completely off guard when he felt the teen’s soft lips on his cheek, a gentle pressure that went away as quickly as it came.
Izuku quickly took a step back, his face flushed a pretty pink, and Hisashi couldn’t take his eyes off the boy’s face as he gave him a shy smile, looking unfairly cute as his soft, gentle voice reached his ears, “have a good day at work.”
Hisashi could tell he felt a bit warm in the face himself, his heart skipping a beat but he quickly shooed that away, choosing to ignore it as he replied lamely. “Y-Yeah.” Fuck. He sounded so goddamn lame with that. However, he noticed how Izuku’s eyes softened, a look of fondness and unbridled love and affection, his smile widening slightly, causing his face to warm even more and he unconsciously smiled back at him. “I’ll be going.”
He hurried out, not wanting to risk making an even bigger fool out of himself, doing his best to calm his complicated feelings as he took the car to work, mind reeling as he replayed the gentle kiss to his cheek and flushed, shy look on his son’s face on loop, unable to stop thinking about it.
As he finally made it to his desk, his brain finally stopped torturing him with the memory and he did his best to focus solely on work.
Hours passed and lunch arrived, Hisashi felt a bit drained, stomach growling lightly as he pulled out his bento.
However, when he opened it, he was greeted with a surprise.
It was mostly normal, with the meat, vegetables, and the like, but what caught his attention was the rice.
In the middle on white was a large red outline of a heart, clearly indicating the teen’s feelings and his intentions.
As he sat there, staring at it in numb shock, a coworker passed by, seeing the heart and smiling as they joked, “ooh, look’it you! Finally found a special someone, huh?”
Hisashi blinked slowly before giving them a small, but fond, smile. “Yeah, I guess so.”
They laughed but didn’t bother him any further, walking away and leaving him alone with his thoughts.
It was only after a few moments in thought that he suddenly realized what he’d just done.
He had heavily implied—no, practically confirmed that the bento was made by a lover.
It wasn’t, and Hisashi had no idea why he didn’t clarify to them that it was made by his son. By his lovely, sweet, caring son.
No, don’t think like that. He told himself, shaking his head. You told him you’d seriously consider him, so, technically, you didn’t really do anything wrong. Besides, it’s not like they’d ever know regardless.
Those thoughts calmed him down, but, when he glanced back down at the heart, he felt his cheeks flush slightly.
He ignored the way his heartbeat sped up just a bit. It was probably nothing, anyway.
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Izuku was nervous.
He wasn’t entirely sure why—he prepped all the ingredients for cooking his dad his favorite food, tempura shrimp; he got a bouquet of red, white and yellow camellia, and he both hoped his father understood the underlying meaning and never wanted him to find out because it was embarrassing as fuck; got a few vanilla scented candles because his dad liked the smell; and decorated the kitchen table as best he could.
Everything was prepared as best as he could make it. So he wasn’t sure why he was still nervous—okay, actually, that was a total lie. He totally knew why.
This was the first time he made a “romantic” dinner, with not only his first crush but also his dad, who he didn’t know how he would react and had no idea how this whole thing would go over in general or if he was going overboard.
He sent a picture to Katsuki when he finished, just to make sure he was doing fine, and he got a thumbs up in return so if Katsuki thought he was doing fine then he must be okay.
So now here he was, waiting for Hisashi to return, nervously playing with his fingers as his anxiousness bubbled under his skin, trying his best to keep his thoughts from spiraling.
When he heard the front door open and his dad’s voice calling out a “I’m home,” Izuku practically jumped up from his seat and rushed to him, a smile pulling at his lips as they made eye contact, warmth pooling in his stomach and his chest tightening with love.
“Welcome home.” Izuku replied, taking Hisashi’s empty bento box and hurriedly put it in the sink to wash later as Hisashi took off his shoes.
The teen felt his blood roar in his ears as he was suddenly reminded of what he did with his dad’s lunch when he saw the unassuming box, feeling so nervous about what the man might have to say about it he thought he was going to vomit.
He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see Hisashi look at the scene in surprise, eyes slightly widened, and Izuku wanted to call it all off, laugh it off as a joke and have him sit in the living room and eat there because this was so fucking embarrassing, oh my gods—
“Wow.” Hisashi breathed out, sounding a bit breathless, a light chuckle leaving him as he smiled down at the teen. “Looks like you went all out, huh?”
Izuku felt his entire face flush, flustered and unable to speak as his throat constricted and his stomach flopped.
“I-I—” He stammered, unsure of what to say but, luckily, Hisashi took pity on him.
“Thank you, Izuku.” He said warmly, moving to ruffle his fluffy green hair gently, Izuku looking up at him with wide eyes as the man gave him the gentlest, fondest look he’d ever seen. “I can see the effort you put into it. Let’s enjoy it, yeah?”
Oh my gods, I love him.
Izuku wasn’t sure he could ever fall even more in love, but somehow his dad always managed to surprise him.
He beamed, unable to keep the giddiness from his expression and Hisashi laughed lightly, the two of them enjoying dinner together as Izuku asked how his day was, as usual, and their usual conversation continued from there.
While he wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting from this, Izuku felt like it turned out to be a success.
As they finished and were cleaning up, Hisashi spoke up, “hey, Zuku.”
“Yeah?”
“While I appreciate the effort, you know there’s no need to go all out like this, right?” The man asked, looking over at him as Izuku glanced back.
Izuku blushed slightly, looking away in embarrassment. “I know! It’s just… I wanted to do something a bit more… romantic, tonight. I won’t do it every night.”
Hisashi chuckled. “Alright, alright. I appreciate it. Thank you, then.”
He left and Izuku felt giddy all night, tossing and turning in bed for hours before finally being able to fall asleep, eager to try more things that he’d always wanted to do from tomorrow onwards. Oh, right. He should thank Katsuki tomorrow; turns out his idea wasn't so weird after all.