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To be a Great Father Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60543418/chapters/159770179

This was dreadful... 

Absolutely dreadful... 

Hisashi would sulk if Inko wouldn’t scold him for it.  

The only ones at ease in this situation were Izuku and the youngest Todoroki, they were playing, laughing. And Hisashi was envious of it. 

They were blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. Hisashi sat at a too small kitchen table with far too many guests. He could tell Inko was embarrassed for having to cram the guests into a tight spot like this.  

“I’m sorry for it being so tight, w-we don’t usually get these many guests.” She’d rush to explain, as she set the large wok in the middle of the table.  

Hisashi nearly snorted. He would’ve laughed if he was watching this scene from afar, it must have been comical looking. The wok was nearly the size of the kitchen table, causing a few plates to be moved back to accommodate it. The children were crammed together, elbows touching on the table, some had regular wooden chairs with a few folding chairs sprinkled in.  

Though one thing Hisashi was grateful for, both for Inko’s and the Todoroki’s sakes, was Rei’s tact. He’d expected some level of prestigious, pointed nose, snobbery that was associated with the rich. But he supposed she didn’t come from wealth originally; her family did sell her to an egotistical maniac after all.  

And there were no words uttered amongst the children; they were well-behaved if not suspicious of strangers. They’d give Hisashi sideway glances, as if measuring his threat level. Every tease he’d turn Inko’s way was met with a deeply distrustful glare from the children, as if they couldn’t tell what was happening before them.  

Hisashi suppressed another sigh.  

He handled traumatized children in his work, aimed to traumatize them more, not deal with them in his personal life. He had Izuku, and the boy was the epitome of perfection, any trauma Izuku dealt with was eradicated the second it started, so there was nothing to worry about. Hisashi glanced at Izuku, the boy mumbling about his friend's quirk, and his shoulders sagged a little, relieved.  

Yes, yes, he was right. Izuku was fine...  

Inko buzzed around the kitchen, Rei following her, offering to help. And the atmosphere at the table was stuffy, Hisashi missed his wife already, even though she was but a few feet away.  

Hisashi nearly got up, stretch his legs a little, get away from the children's stares and the awkward silence, when finally, someone spoke up.  

“Are you a hero or something?” Hisashi paused, hand planted against the table, body hovering above the seat as he was about to stand.  

“Natsuo!” A little girl whisper shouted.  

Hisashi slowly turned to face the children. The mention of heroes catches his son’s attention.  

“What?! He’s huge, I was just wondering...” The little boy, with white spiked hair with red highlights, spoke, crossing his arms.  

Hisashi nearly spoke up, snide remark on the tip of his tongue when his son beat him to it.  

Izuku shook his head. “Nope, papa isn’t a hero... But he’s big and strong... He’d be a good one.” The boy shouted excitedly, bouncing in his seat.  

Hisashi suppressed a sigh, conflicted with feelings of warm fondness and irritation.  

He turned his attention back to the cooling food in the wok, frowning.  

“Alright, alright... Who wanted milk?” Inko announced, pouring ice water from a pitcher into the adults' cups.  

“I did, please.” Izuku announced, waving a small hand in the air. Shoto raised his hand in response.  

“I’ll have some too.” Natsuo announced. Rei shot the boy a look which made him sputter out a quick “please.”  

Inko nodded, turning on her heel but Hisashi beat her to it, jumping up from his seat.  

“You sit down Inko. I’ll take care of the milk. You eat” Hisashi waved her off, long strides landing him at the fridge before Inko could even take a single step.  

She blinked at her husband, a little confused before smiling fondly. She took a seat crammed between her husband's chair and Izuku.  

“Hand me your plate Rei, I’ll serve you guys. How much Katsudon would you like?” Inko announced.  

Hisashi stuck his head in the fridge, knees touching his chest and back rounded, he felt ridiculous but needed some time to reevaluate the circumstances he’d found himself in.  

He took in a few calming breaths; the cool was refreshing against his cheeks. Just a little moment longer, and then it’d go back to playdates. One Todoroki, with an enthralled Izuku, that was good.  

That was fine.  

Hisashi grabbed hold of the milk jug, pulling it out and grabbing cups. A warm chatter emitted from their dining room, Hisashi found himself humming as he filled the individual cups. Sippy cups for the smallest ones and a regular cup for the older Todoroki, Hisashi had this thing figured out.  

He glanced out into the other room, watching his beautiful wife chat up the Todoroki, then he glanced at his perfect son, waving his small hands in the air. He precariously gripped the three cups and couldn’t help the pride that bloomed in his chest.  

Maybe the guests weren’t so terrible. They had proper etiquette, no diseases (he checked), and most importantly, they made his family happy.  

It had been dark and gloomy months, what with Izuku transferring schools. The fear that a mortal would never understand his son’s greatness had plagued their minds. Until, finally, Izuku rushed home excited to tell his doting parents about the new friend he made.  

The abuse had been a blip, Endeavor, being but a mere fly in the way. But it seemed peace had been restored.  

“Yes.” Hisashi thought to himself, sighing. “I’m a great father...” 

Though, he’d rather die than admit the relief he felt knowing that he only had to worry about one child.  

Just little Izuku was enough for him...  

Hisashi smiled at himself, feeling confident, as he stepped back into the living room. He tuned into bits and pieces of the conversation around him.  

“Oh, I could just never accept...” Rei folded her hands in her lap, staring at a point on the kitchen table.  

He set the cups down in front of the children, smiling wider at the chorus for ‘thank yous’, before planting a kiss onto his wife’s cheek.  

Inko startled from her conversation with Rei, looking up at her husband with warmth.  

“Oh! Hisashi, me and Rei were just talking.” Her husband reclaimed his place by her side, taking a sip from his glass of water.  

“I suggested to her that we watch her little ones for her.” Hisashi spit his water out, hands slamming on the table as he erupted into a coughing fit.  

“Hisashi!” Inko exclaimed, patting her husband's back fiercely. “Are you okay?”  

He covered his mouth, coughing a few more times before finally settling down. Trying to reclaim some of his shattered dignity as he leaned back into his seat.  

“Are you okay, Papa?” Izuku whispered from beside him.  

“Yes...” He coughed again at the rasp of his voice, “Of course...” He reiterated, giving his son a smile.  

A quick glance around the table told him he had everyone's attention. The Todoroki children stared at him wide-eyed as if he were a wild bull.  

And Rei, well Rei was refusing eye contact. “I-I really appreciate the offer, but I couldn’t accept. It’s a lot of work.”  

“No, no. I really insist. With the death of... Well... It can’t be easy being a single mother raising four children.” Inko said, hands wrapping around Rei’s, trying to reassure. Hisashi would have smiled if his wonderful wife wasn’t sealing his own tomb.  

“It doesn’t have to be all at once. But I want to make sure that you don’t get too overwhelmed. You deserve a break occasionally.” She continued, Rei’s gaze dropped back down to the table. She was silent for a moment, eyebrows scrunched together in contemplation. 

Hisashi leaned towards his wife, whispering in her ear. "Don't insist Inko... It’s natural for Rei to not feel completely comfortable with that option. We shouldn’t be rude.”  

Inko frowned in response, shoulders relaxing, and Hisashi inwardly pumped his fist in the air.  

Another crisis averted.  

“I’m sorry... I’m being rude, you just think about and get back wi-”  

“Maybe... Maybe just once...” Rei interrupted, head finally raising to lock eyes with Inko, there was an intense desperation in her gaze.  

It made Hisashi pause.  

Until finally her words caught up to him... He slowly turned his gaze to Inko, completely speechless.  

“Great!” Inko clapped her hands together in triumph. “Is there a day you have in mind? We can work with anything!” She continued.  

Hisashi’s eyes widened, and he opened his suddenly parched mouth.  

“Well... I-I, umm, maybe just Saturday...” Rei started, sounding less confident but still desperate.  

“Inko-” Hisashi started.  

“That sounds wonderful! Both me and Hisashi have that day off, right?” Inko turned her attention to her husband.  

“Ink-”  

“Right.” Inko turned back to Rei without allowing Hisashi his rebuttal.  

Hisashi gaped at his wife’s betrayal.  

He had known, when they started dating, that Inko Midoriya wasn’t a woman to be trifled with. Her intellect and determination were thrilling, yes. But what scared him was her loyalty to family, something they shared...  

Well, that and the dead parents...  

Her loyalty was fearsome, it was strength in her small frame. But it was a farce.  

His wife had betrayed him.  

Hisashi took a cautious glance around the table, taking notice of the panicked expressions on the children's faces.  

So, they were also angered by the choice... Well aside from little Izuku and... Shoto...  

They were smiling wide grins.  

“That’s great.” Izuku cheered. Hisashi watched his young prince chat excitedly to his friend about all the grand endeavors they’d do together. And the betrayal lost a little of it’s edge...  

Softening like butter on a porcelain dish, he brushed his son’s hair away from his eyes. And he turned his gaze back to his wife.  

She gave her husband a fond smile, something her husband didn’t take long to match. And her hand curled around Hisashi’s larger one.  

And he’d take it as growth, a growth his brother used to taunt him about.  

“You’ll always be petty.” Hisashi wanted to laugh, as his fingers curled in between his wife’s he nearly forgot why he was angry, why he was worried.  

What could possibly go wrong?  

On Saturday morning the birds were chirping, singing their songs to the world. Peachy sunshine peaked from behind the curtains.  

And by noon, the Todoroki’s arrived. Hisashi felt peace... He felt confident. He was the demon lord; he’d be able to handle watching five children. He had Inko by his side. It would be fine. 

Alas... By half past 1 in the afternoon, Hisashi rememebered something he’d forgotten...  

He completely underestimates his prince’s penchant for trouble making... 

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Headcanon #6: AFO would go out of his way to protect neighbourhoods full of people with quirks from anti quirk squads that would go out and try to kill them so he can try to earn their loyalty and love. This lead to him being viewed as a hero among some common folk and he became a folk legend. Some people in modern days recall being told stories passed down from their great great grandparents about a man who could use many quirks that would come and save them from being slaughtered by anti quirk supremacists.

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Even Google and Wiki-Fandom agrees with us 👀😂

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The final chapter is out for Before Snow Falls, Day: 7...

I left a note at the end of the fic with more information regarding it.

But aside from that, thank all of you so much for the support you've offered along the way. It's been fun and I hope you all have a wonderful night.

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UGHHHGG

Almost done

I didn't postpone this, you have no proof!!!

Alright, everyone. There is no snippet for Chapter 8, day 7. I just decided to wait until the release date, which is tomorrow. One scene needs to be written but other than that, it's set to go out.

Thank you, guys, for the support you've given me during this fic. It's much appreciated. I'll also see about adding to my other fic, another chapter or two maybe. We'll see. Have a good night :)

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Alright, everyone. There is no snippet for Chapter 8, day 7. I just decided to wait until the release date, which is tomorrow. One scene needs to be written but other than that, it's set to go out.

Thank you, guys, for the support you've given me during this fic. It's much appreciated. I'll also see about adding to my other fic, another chapter or two maybe. We'll see. Have a good night :)

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Here it is... A little late, normally I post earlier so I apologize. But we have one more chapter to go!!!

This is Day 6: Nightmare Before Christmas!!! I hope you enjoy

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Snippet for Chapter 6 of Before Snow Falls :)

Dig.  

Izuku spun around, nearly tripping on his feet as he surveyed the area, nothing. A stillness that was almost eerie set itself over the cemetery, nothing aside from Izuku’s racing heart beating in his ears.  

Hisashi leaned against the side of the black car, seeming to pause mid discussion with the driver, both turned to give Izuku a wide-eyed stare.  

“Are you alright, Izu?” His father asked, pushing himself off the car and inching towards the boy.  

Izuku blinked, nodding before, throat dry. “I just got a text from… He wants me to dig…” He explained, glancing over his shoulder at the hole in the ground.  

His father glanced down at the hole, before nodding, walking over to the shovel. “I’ll do it…” He started and Izuku rushed to stop him when another ping interrupted him.  

Checking his messages, another message from unknown lit up his screen.  

“Not him… You…” Izuku wordlessly turned the phone to face Hisashi. His father looked at Izuku for a moment, before gazing blankly behind him and handing him the shovel.  

“Take deep breaths, Izu… It’s almost over, I feel that we are near the end.” His father cupped Izuku’s shoulder reassuringly, “You’ve almost got him… I’ll pull you out when you’re done.” He whispered as he backed away, giving Izuku enough space.  

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Hello all, as per usual the link to my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Donkey_Wafflez/works

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jinx: *makes an ableist joke towards viktor*

viktor: *immediately deadnames her*

they deserved more time together lmfao

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Okay guys, I did a little research. This building where Afo is hidden is very similar to USA buldings.

But the next building in which he is hidden is different but also similar to the building that is in the USA.

And where is Hisashi supposedly?

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I really hope so!!! This theory means a lot to me and I love it! 🙏❤😭

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Day 5: Costume party/haunted house is out!!!

This chapter is particularly bad, very gross, very nasty. So be warned and proceed with caution. We have two more chapters before the reveal, I'm excited to see if anyone has any new theories. Whether you're following along on this journey or not, have a great day!

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Alright ya'll I've got another fic for you. It's short and straight up crack, and very little of it is treated seriously but here it is. I think the chapters are gonna be pretty short, so I'll post them here and on AO3. It's not gonna be like Before Snow Falls where it has set update times, it's a free for all. If you have any suggests for chapters, go ahead I might write them... Again, a true free for all. Enjoy!!!

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“I am a great father.” Hisashi uttered to himself, scrubbing his haggard face with cold water, he felt the weight of the last few months upon his shoulders.  

Hisashi was a great father, so naturally, when he noticed his six-year-old son come home from school with bruises he investigated.  

Quirkless discrimination and the threat of a lawsuit later, Izuku was pulled from that retched school. Izuku cried, Hisashi stood his ground, and the boy was relocated to a private school. It was expensive, the uniforms stuffy and colorless, but Hisashi paid a pretty penny to keep his son safe. Something the school was willing to accommodate with the right price tag.  

With Izuku’s protection assured, Hisashi thought he could rest easy, grossly underestimating his son’s penchant for troublemaking.  

Izuku, being the little leader he was, made a friend. It was a small boy with red and white hair, a child Hisashi truly couldn’t remember the name of. The only remarkable characteristic of this new friend was his quirk, fire and ice, it was unique, causing both him and Izuku to grin widely at the prospects of such an ability.  

He was proud, his son was already creating an army, so much sooner than Hisashi ever did.  

It was grand, heartwarming, and perfectly peaceful.  

Until Izuku ran into Hisashi’s arms after a playdate with his friends family, sobbing. Things changed then.  

Izuku’s friend was covered in bruises, marks and scratches that Izuku hadn’t caught onto yet, until he did. And Hisashi sighed as Izuku learned early, that not every Papa was a good one.  

The child had confided in Izuku, and the boy responded with tears but a fire so mighty it could melt any ice, Hisashi was sure of it.  

“We need to help them, Papa!” Izuku had announced, rubbing the last remaining tears from his cheeks.  

“We’ve just gotta do something.” He repeated, quieter.  

Warm fingers carded through the boys curls, shushing him.  

And...  

He was a great father, Hisashi told himself as the light blue glow of the television illuminated the small apartment.  

Inko sat beside him, stock still, as the newscaster relayed the heart retching news.  

“Number two hero: Endeavor, found dead this afternoon during his patrol of downtown Musutafu.” The newscaster explained, “It’s unsure what villain could have been responsible, but Pro heroes are currently looking into it.” She drawled, but Hisashi could barely pay attention, feeling Inko’s eyes carve into his face.  

“That’s terrible.” Inko uttered, hands folded in her lap. Hisashi knew there was no genuine grief behind her statement, not with the biting edge of her voice. He smiled back then, grinning ear to ear, knowing she only regretted not getting her hands on Endeavor first.  

He was a great father... Peace was restored, Inko and Izuku could be happy yet again. He was satisfied until finally, the dreaded words tumbled from his wife’s lips.  

“We have to do something for them...” Inko uttered and Hisashi sputtered on his warm tea.  

“What could we possibly do to help them?” He laughed.  

Hisashi, wished he didn’t laugh.  

Now, bracing his hands against the marble sink, fingers pressing into the surface, teetering on cracking it. He sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror. The yellowed lights contouring his features, giving him the impression of an evil mastermind. He snorted, before glancing at the bathroom door cautiously.  

“We’ll invite them to dinner.” Inko had stated, not allowing Hisashi a say before rushing to the phone.  

He gripped the door handle, letting his hand rest against the cold metal before sighing and throwing the door open.  

The Todoroki’s, (Inko had scolded him when she found he didn't know their names,) were standing in the middle of their cramped living room.  

The children were in varying degrees of unease, not sure how to hold themselves in a foreign environment. Their mother, Rei, stood in the middle, smiling as Inko welcomed them, offering beverages and snacks like they were Gods.  

Hisashi would have snorted if not for the own displeasure in his own stomach.  

Strangers stood in the middle of his home, his oasis, his sanctuary. They stood, with their potential diseases and misdeeds, amongst his family where they could attack at any moment.  

Hisashi Midoriya was a great father, he knew that, but he wasn’t a great person. He took a step forward, closing the door behind him, alerting the occupants of his entrance. Rei glanced in his direction as if she were not truly seeing him.   

Her eyes widened, faux smile dropping in an open expression of fear. Her hands moved to grab her children, ready to pull them away at any moment. Hisashi took a step forward, and Inko turned to smile at him.  

“This is my husband, Hisashi.” Inko introduced, and Rei glanced at her again, blinking at the two of them before relaxing.  

A hesitant smile curling her lips as she regarded Hisashi for the first time.  

“I-I’m sorry, I’m Rei. Thank you two for having us.” She rushed out, reaching her hand out, shaking his wife’s hand gingerly. She hesitated, hand in the air before extending it out to Hisashi.  

He shook her hand, suppressing a longwinded sigh as he kept his grip light.  

‘I’m a great father!’ He’d shout across every rooftop in Japan, and it’d be true every time, he was confident. But that never meant it wasn’t exhausting. As he watched his lovely family befriend the family of the man he just murdered, he learned a new level of complication associated with fatherhood.  

Hisashi only hoped he wouldn’t have to murder any of them, it’d surely break Izuku’s heart.

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Yay death! But I've had this idea taking up space in my head for a couple months while I was writing BSF, so now I'm getting around to it.

Link to my AO3: Donkey_Wafflez | Archive of Our Own

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I have a headcanon that Yoichi used to cup AFO's face gently in his hands whenever AFO got too worked up about something to calm him down and after Yoichi died AFO cups his severed hand to his face to soothe himself whenever he's upset.

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Snippet for chapter 5 of Before Snow Falls.

NO RUNNING INTO DANGER NOW! WE’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE :> -ALL MIGHT!’ 

 Izuku tightened his grip on his phone, shoulders hunching. All Might was texting him from Toshinori’s phone! He nodded his head fervently before remembering that All Might couldn’t see him.  

‘YES, ALL MIGHT!’ He responded.  

Nibbling his bottom lip, Izuku made a quick decision with confidence he didn’t know he had. He took a selfie, big grin with a fist pumped into the air just like All Might, sending it before he could second guess himself.  

Izuku threw his phone across his bed, it landed face down. He watched it with anxiety. A moment passed and there was no response, then another, until finally-Izuku lunged for it, reading the response.  

‘THAT IS A GREAT POSTER YOU HAVE BACK THERE, YOUNG MIDORIYA -ALL MIGHT!’  Izuku blanched, head slowly turning around as if he were in a horror movie. He blinked at the giant limited edition silver age All Might poster hanging above his bed. He paled before slamming his face into his mattress suppressing a mortified groan.  

His phone vibrated again, and he hesitantly raised his head.  

‘I’M HAPPY TO HAVE MET SUCH A DEDICATED FAN! -ALL MIGHT :>’ Izuku groaned again, cheeks warm and regretting his life choices.  

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Link to fic: Before Snow Falls. - Chapter 1 - Donkey_Wafflez - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

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