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“Really Shouta?” You snickered, watching as Eri unwrapped yet another huge Barbie mansion.
“It was on sale.” He lied, sipping slowly on his eggnog. He’d gone a little heavy on the rum, but what the hell? It was Christmas Eve, and there were other adults around, besides, he had a very high tolerance.
Lucky opened a far smaller box, pulling out a set of keys, Shouta smirked into his cup.
“You did not.” Sora smacked Shouta, who snorted. Lucky looked up, eyes wide. She tapped her throat, and shook her head.
“Fun fact. You don’t have to speak to get a license. You’re somewhere near sixteen. You should learn sooner rather than later.” Shouta hummed, placing his cup on the coffee table. It was Hitoshi’s turn to open a gift- another set of keys.
“Holy- you got me a car?!“ Hitoshi’s voice cracked as he exclaimed,
“No, I got Lucky a Car. I got you a motorcycle. Much faster and more discreet- better for hero work.” Shouta hummed. You shook your head.
“No absolutely not- that is SO dangerous.” You denied, and Shouta hummed.
“He’ll be fine. He won’t be out alone. I’ve got a bike I’ve been meaning to take out.” Shouta shrugged, you glared at him. “Oh, c’mon Darlin’, don’t be so sour.” He teased, pinching your side.
“… I got socks.” Shouji noted, holding up the package Shouta’d given him.
“Real good for uh, walking away, right pops?” Hitoshi smirked, passing another present (most likely a doll) to Eri.
“Try not to be a brat, Hitoshi.” Shouji warned, Lucky rolled her eyes.
“Try not being a deadbeat.” Lucky signed, you couldn’t stifle your laugh, clapping a hand over your mouth. Shouta coughed up his Eggnog, Tomeru coughed, turning his head to the side.
“What’s a… deadbeat?” Eri asked in a slight whisper in your ear, you laughed aloud, Shouji squinted.
“What’d she say?” He asked, Shouta shook his head.
“Told you to start practicing your JSL.” Shouta chuckled, finishing his drink. “Baby, could you get me another, please? I can see you eyeing the pie- get some while you’re up?.” Shouta teased, handing you his cup. You hummed an affirmative, and stood to get his drink.
“Ooh! Can I have some?” Hitoshi perked up, Lucky raised a hand.
“Sure thing kids, why don’t all of , you come help me out in the kitchen?” You asked, “I’m sure there’s plenty of sweets for us to raid.” Eri was the first to hop up and help- she loved helping in the kitchen- mostly for the snacks. Poor girl had a sweet tooth to rival even yours. Right after her was Lucky, no doubt very keen on getting another serving of the cobbler, and lastly Hitoshi, who was bound to try and sneak some of the rum. You’d let him have just a little- strict parents do nothing but make sneaky kids, after all.
Once you and The kids were out of earshot, Sora hummed.
“This is what I wanted, you know.” She murmured, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. “A bunch of grandkids, a loud Christmas. Both of my sons getting along.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far.” Tomeru chuckled, curling a peice of hair behind his wife’s ear. “Have to say Shouta, I always thought you’d have boys- seeing you with two little girls is… different.”
“You light up, dear.” Sora smiled. “Be honest, how much did you spend on all of the Barbie’s?”
“I had a budget for all of the kids.” Shouta defended himself with a slight blush. “They all got the same amount.”
“Too much.” Tomeru commented. “You’re spoiling them.”
“They’re good kids, they deserve to be spoiled.” Sora patted her husband’s chest. “And (Y/N)? Lovely. You two are adorable together.”
“She’s somethin’, that’s for sure.” Shouta blushed. “Everything just kind of… fell in place? You know? I- you know we met in that coffee shop on fifth. At first, I tried to avoid her but… but she just drew me in. Only person alive who can kick my butt and make me beg for more.” Shouta smiled as he reminisced. “Through everything- the good, the bad, the ugly- she’s been an absolute rock. Perfect in every way. I say it all the time- I really don’t know what I did to get so lucky to have her.”
“Love’s like that.” Sora nodded. “Comes at you hard and fast. You never expect it, and it doesn’t matter if you try to run from it, it’ll get ya.” She leaned back, a dreamy look in her eye. “You’ve always deserved a love like that, Shouta. You’ve always been a sweet boy.”
And Shouta thought on that for a long, heavy moment. He could hear you, animatedly talking with the kids, clinking together dishes, excitedly talking about plans for New Years, telling Eri about Santa Claus. You’d already arranged for FatGum to dress up, come visit in the morning. You talked about Eri’s birthday party in January, you’d convinced Todoroki’s sister to come dressed up as Elsa- you did things like that. You pulled people together. Hell, if it wasn’t for you… Shouta probably still wouldn’t be talking to his parents, or his brother. He wouldn’t have Hitoshi. He wouldn’t have these girls. You’d given him everything. You were his everything. He was so thankful for you, so indebted to the universe for giving him his own beautiful, precious little Star.
So, Shouta smiled. He did that a lot these days. He felt happiness, pure fucking joy, he’d been feeling it since the moment he laid eyes on you, in that damn see-through button up, those yoga pants, that rose quartz crystal around your neck. That perfect cup of coffee paired with that perfect little ass.
Shouta felt love, and joy, and all of those stupid warm and fuzzy feelings that he spent his entire life avoiding, because he could not avoid you. You were too damn stubborn to be ignored, avoided. You were dead set on Shouta, and god, was he thankful for your hard-headed demeanour.
“Well,” Shouta hummed. “I guess it’s just a very good thing that the love of my life has a sweet tooth.”