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enji’s mood could be better. he’s been invited to a u.a reunion and it’s so strange seeing old classmates again.

he spends most of the time brooding by the drink table, occasionally acknowledging a few people making conversation until it’s time to move onto the next.

“endeavour,” toshinori grins at him with hollow cheeks. enji is still getting used to this form ever since he decided to completely forego his bulky form. “you won’t believe who i met!”

enji sighs and turns around, eyes focusing on big h/c wings. a memory flickers in front of his eyes at the sight of them.

“todoroki!” you grin up at him. “it’s been so long !”

“l/n,” he says immediately in recognition. he remembers you very well. you were a general studies student; a social butterfly that got good grades. 

and he had the biggest crush on you all those years ago. but pushed it aside to focus on becoming number one.

you look… great ; filled out and mature. face decorated with a few small wrinkles around the lips and eyes but otherwise you’re exactly the same.

“hi,” you chirp. “wow, i can’t believe i’m seeing you again. i feel like i haven’t seen both of you in a lifetime.”

“yes well, we’ve been busy,” toshinori chuckles.

“of course you have, mr. former number one. you too, new number one.” 

your laugh is bright and tinkly like he remembers, your wings fluttering with every movement. he spends so long staring at you he doesn’t realise you’re moving onto the next person.

“well it was so nice seeing you both, catch you later?”

“of course,” toshinori smiles and shakes your hand.

“todoroki?” you blink up at him.

“hm? right right, yes.”

you flutter your fingers in a wave and stride off.

enji is stuck in place the rest of the night, cheeks hot and heart beating.

‘ catch you later?’

definitely.

he catches you just as you’re about to leave, awkwardly standing in front of you before you can make it down the front steps.

“oh todoroki!” you chirp. “nice to see you again.”

“yes. we didn’t get a chance to catch up properly.

“oh, right.” you tuck a loose coil from your slicked down hair behind your ear. “so what’s up?”

“may i walk you to your car?”

you smile brightly. “scooter, but yes, you may.”

“you drive a scooter?” he asks as you both walk down the stairs.

“kind of hard to fit these into a car.” you laugh and flutter your wings.

“ah yes of course. so, erm, how have you been?”

“i’ve been good! i’m a defence attorney now so my nose is always stuck in books or my computer. i know it’s not as glamorous as a hero but i like it.”

“you’re a hero in your own way,” he says so suddenly it catches you off guard.

“thank you, endeavour. that means a lot coming from you. i must say, you’re much different than i remember.”

“how so?”

you chuckle to yourself before answering. “you were so stuck up it was ridiculous. always trying so hard to be number one in everything. i admired your persistence but i couldn’t help but think sometimes, ‘ goodness he needs to relax’ .”

enji pouts slightly. “i didn’t even think you noticed me.”

“oh everyone noticed you, endeavour—”

“todoroki is fine.”

“ todoroki ,” you correct. “how could we not. you and toshinori wouldn’t let the rest of us breathe with your mini competitions. all your hard work payed off.”

“i suppose.”

you sigh dramatically. “look at me blabbering on and on about work stuff. what’s new with you? i heard your son got moved to number twenty.”

“shoto isn’t a hero yet.”

“dabi.”

“oh! yes touya has been working very hard lately.”

“good to hear.”

he glances at your hand. “what about you? any children? married?”

“i do . i have a daughter with my ex-husband, and my granddaughter turned three last month. she’s so precious.”

without skipping a beat you take out your phone and show him pictures of your family.

“very cute,” enji agrees. “my grandson just turned two a few days ago and my granddaughter was born last september.”

“aw,” you coo lovingly. “congratulations to…which one?”

“touya.”

“ooh, i had no idea he had a partner.”

enji nods. “he likes to keep her a secret from the public.”

“ahh, that’s very smart.” your wing twitches a little from a cold breeze. “are you and, um, gosh i’m not sure if i remember her name.”

“rei?”

“yes, her. i heard you got married a while back.”

enji rubs the back of his head awkwardly. “it didn’t really work out; the divorce was finalised five years ago.”

your hand lays on his bicep as you laugh. “guess we’re both unlucky in love.”

both of you get to your black moped under a street lamp. “this is me, it was very nice seeing you again, todoroki. maybe we’ll see each other again.”

enji reaches into his pocket. “you should give me your number maybe. just so we can catch up.”

you tell him the digits as you clip your helmet on. “text me when you’re free.”

“i will.”

“bye.” you wave again and drive off down the dark street. enji stares at your contact information for a while, stomach in knots. 

anyone who knows him personally knows he’s not the best at feelings. it’s a huge reason his relationship with rei failed. it’s not his ‘ thing’ .

“dad! how was it?” fuyumi greets once he gets home.

“did you see all might?” shoto asks stoically.

enji takes off his coat in the doorway. “it was fine. yes i did.”

“did you have fun?” fuyumi grins.

“mhm. i’m going to bed.”

they chime their respective goodnights.

enji lays in bed a long time deciding wether or not to text you. will it be too soon? but what if the next day is too late? he sends a quick, “ hope you made it home safe…this is todoroki .” pauses and adds, “- endeavour .”

l/n

>>yes i’m home :)

>>no need to be so formal todoroki

>>did you get home safe?

me

<<yes i’m home safe

both of you text back and forth for a bit, discussing potential schedules to meet up and hangout. you mention how you have your granddaughter every weekend and enji mentions how touya brings his grandson to visit on saturdays.

l/n

>>they could have a little playdate

>>are you free saturday?

‘she wants to meet up?’ enji thinks, his cheeks starting to burn. 

me

<<i am

l/n

>>great!

>>i’ve gtg but i’ll text you tmrrw 

me

<<gn

*

“what’re you doing?” shoto asks when he walks into the kitchen.

enji looks at the pot. “making lunch like i always do?”

“that’s a lot of food, dad.”

“we’re having company.”

“the only one coming over is touya and riso…” shoto questions.

“we’re having other company. go set the table before your brother gets here.” enji hands him a stack of plates with cutlery on top.

“oh, um, okay? wait but we never have guests. you were against me bringing midoriya and bakugou over that one time.

“bakugou is the worst,” enji says seriously. “he disturbs the peace of the house and midoriya asks too many questions.”

“he likes fuyumi, but that’s probably because of the dinner he made. he also shamed me for cutting chives wrong so i see the problem.”

enji rubs his temples. “just go set the table shoto.”

“okay.”

an hour later, the doorbell rings. shoto answers for enji since he’s in the shower, surprised to see you standing there. “hello?”

“hi, i’m l/n. i’m here for the play date?”

shoto blinks at you and the little winged girl holding your hand. “right, okay. you can come in.”

you step in with your granddaughter. “you must be shoto. it’s nice to finally meet you. this is kimiko. say hi.”

she whines and hides behind your wing.

“she’s shy, she’ll come around. is your father home?

“he’s in the shower. you can sit down.”

“so blunt,” you mutter and follow him deeper into the house. “your house is lovely.”

“thank you? i’ll go check on the food…” he bows slightly and scurries towards the kitchen.

you hum and help kimi onto the seat. “are you excited, sweetie?”

“scawy…” she mumbles.

“i know meeting new people is scary, hun. but you make new friends that way. you’re gonna get to meet someone today.”

“okie.”

you adjust some of her crooked feathers and kiss her head. kimi giggles and hugs your arm. “i lub you, gamma.”

“aww, i love you too.”

loud footsteps can be heard from the stairs as enji descends them and makes his way into the living area in a black turtleneck. “oh, l/n, you’re already here. it’s nice seeing you again.”

you stand up and walk over to him, giving him a hug, lowering your wings so they don't get in the way.

enji hugs you gently with one arm and momentarily stiffens when he feels bare skin instead of the back of your shirt. 

“you have a lovely home,” you smile up at him when you pull away. “also, your son is very…mindful?”

“thank you. so, touya and his children should be on their way. in the meantime, would you and your granddaughter like anything to eat?”

kimi looks up at enji, her mouth agape. “woah…”

enji looks down at her with a soft smile. “is she alright?”

“you beeg!” she giggles. “gamma, i say hi?”

“sure. oh, by the way, todoroki, this is kimiko but we call her kimi.”

enji crouches down to her level and gives her a smile. “hi kimiko. i’m todoroki. she looks uncannily like you.”

“she and her mama stole my face,” you laugh.

enji chuckles and waves at kimiko. “your grandma told me you’re three years old. i have a grandson about your age. his name is riso.”

“he nice?”

“very.”

“todoki?” she calls out.

“hmm?”

“why you so beeg?”

“well, i ate all my veggies and trained really hard. now i’m a pro hero.”

“wowwww!” she exclaims. “so cool.”

the doorbell rings again and shoto rushes towards the door. “i’ll get it.”

“that must be touya,” enji comments and stands back up. “i’ll get you and kimi something to drink.”

“alright.”

a high pitched squeal is heard from the doorway. “unka toto!”

“that must be todoroki’s grandson,” you giggle softly.

tiny footsteps patter through the entryway and a little boy peeks around the door. “ allo! ”

“hi!” you wave. he’s so cute , with big blue eyes and brown curly hair. “what’s your name?”

“i wiso!”

shoto walks in with a slightly taller man with white hair holding a baby in a red smock. “hi, ms. l/n. this is riso, my nephew.”

“hello shoto. this must be touya, or would you prefer me to call you dabi?” you smile, while

riso stares at kimi, bouncing a little.

“touya is fine. you’re dad’s new girlfriend?”

“um, no? we’re just friends that went to u.a together.”

“oh, my bad. cute kid though.”

“she’s my granddaughter, but thank you.”

riso waves at kimiko. “ allo! ”

kimiko hides her face in your side, lifting her wing up. 

“aw, don’t be shy, hun,” you coo. “he wants to be your friend.”

“fren?”

“yeh!” riso giggles. “pyay?”

“okie!”

kimi hops off the couch and runs after riso. touya sits next to you with the baby, taking out her pacifier. she stares at you and smiles, showing off her two little incisors.

“ooh, so cute,” you squeal and wave at her.

the baby giggles and flails her arms. “bah!”

“hi munchkin. what’s her name?”

“mireille, but we call her melle for short.”

“sounds foreign.”

“her mom is originally french.” touya boops her nose.

“i see. such a cute hatchling.”

“hatchling? oh, because of your quirk.”

you look up from melle and nod at touya before smiling when you see riso and kimi sitting together and kimi squeals when he boops her. mireille reaches for your wing, grabbing one loose feather.

“whoops, melle no,” touya scolds.

“it’s quite alright,” you reassure him. “it was loose anyway. you can keep that if you want, cutie.”

“bah!” she squeals and tries to eat the feather.

“that’s not food, melle,” touya chuckles, pulling the feather away. you smooth down the spot her hand touched.

enji returns with a wooden tray balancing a pitcher of lemonade and glasses, placing it on the coffee table.

“gampa!” riso squeals and jumps up at him. “uppies!”

enji chuckles at riso as he bounces his little legs. “one second, little one.”

once he’s done riso giggles and hugs enji as he holds him.

“wow, he’s so small compared to him,” you mumble.

“you should see him when he holds melle.”

mireille babbles in enji’s direction, lifting her arms up. “uhp, there she goes,” touya chuckles.

“bah bah bah!” she squeals.

enji comes over and picks her up with his other arm and smiles when she tries kissing him but ends up teething on his chin, drooling all over it.

“thank you, melle,” enji puts riso down and wipes his chin with a tissue from the tray. “if any of you are hungry, food is served.”

you stand up and mireille starts whining, reaching for you.

“what is it, little one?” enji asks and tries to put the pacifier in her mouth but she turns her head and keeps trying to reach for you. “i think she likes your wings.”

“aw, can i hold her?” you ask touya.

“sure.”

“come here, sweet baby,” you say softly when she’s passed to you. “you’re just too cute to not cuddle.”

she grips the front of your shirt and chews her fingers, content in your arms.

“nom nom nom,” you giggle. “how old is she?”

“almost eight months,” touya smiles.

you touch her white curls. “i miss maya being this small.”

“who’s maya?” shoto asks.

“kimiko’s mom.”

“wait, i thought she was your daughter.”

you laugh quietly. “i’m way too old for another baby.”

“you don’t look old.”

“tell that to my daughter. i’m your dad’s age.”

“you’re really old,” shoto blurts out and gets smacked upside the head by touya. “what? it’s true. dad’s old.”

“yeah, but don’t call a lady old!” touya glares.

enji clears his throat. “why don’t we go eat?”

“if you and dad went to school together, does that mean you have any embarrassing stories?” shoto asks as you all shuffle into the dining room where a large spread of food is set up on the chabudai.

“hmm, no. we weren’t really friends. he was in the hero course and i did general studies. i was friends with all might though.”

“you knew all might?! was he always so buff?

“oh gosh no,” you chuckle and bounce mireille when she starts to fuss. “he was tall, lanky and awkward as a newborn deer. he was in third year when your father and i enrolled.”

“he was part of the big three and he beat the hell out of my class in the joint training,” enji grumbles.

“yeah, i saw a bunch of the 1-a students go to the recovery girl after.”

all of you kneel on the pillows by the table. enji helps you down, taking your hand and only letting go when you’re comfortable. you lower your wings so they don’t bump anyone in the side. “thank you. melle, you have to go to your papa now so i can eat.”

melle whines and holds onto you. riso stands beside you and pokes mireille’s cheek. “melle, yummy time!”

melle nods and keeps holding on before reaching for the food.

“it seems i’m trapped,” you joke and pat her back. “i don’t mind really.”

melle giggles and touches your face. “buh.”

the food is served and you try your best to eat with mireille on you but she wants every bite you take. touya steps in and gives her some from his plate so she thinks it’s yours.

“this gyoza is amazing,” you compliment enji.

“it’s my son’s recipe,” he replies proudly.

“which one?”

“natsuo. the third one. he’s studying to be a doctor.”

“congrats to him. we need more everyday heroes; the doctors, nurses, emts and all that.”

shoto nods along before stiffening when kimi pats his head. “hmm?”

“hai,” she giggles.

“hello,” he responds.

her wings flutter in excitement. “fwen!”

shoto holds his hand up for a tiny high five which she happily smacks. “we can be friends.”

riso watches the two from touyas lap and puffs out his cheeks. “mah toto!”

“i’ll always be your uncle, riso.”

touya kisses his head. “riso you have to share. mom won’t be happy if she finds out you’re being selfish.”

“mama angy?”

“maybe,” touya shrugs. “you have to be good.”

“i gud!” 

you giggle softly at the interaction. “reminds me of me and maya at that age.”

halfway through dinner, enji asks about work and maya. you tell him as much as you can legally.

“aw, i wanted to hear in depth stuff,” touya pouts.

“you’re a hero, i’m allowed to tell you. i just can’t tell anyone else in this room.”

“you could tell dad and he can tell me when i get my license,” shoto offers.

“sorry, hun.” you say sympathetically. “no secrets for you.”

shoto pouts and you try not to laugh when you see where riso gets it from. ‘cute.’

“what about your daughter?” enji asks and takes a sip of water.

“she’s an oncologist,” you say with a hint of pride.

“what’s that?” shoto asks.

“mama know what make you sicky!” kimi chirps.

“it’s a cancer doctor,” you help. 

“ah.”

“you and your family have done well for yourselves,” enji smiles.

“your whole family are basically heroes,” you counter. 

“including fuyumi,” shoto adds. 

“what does she do?”

“she’s an elementary school teacher.”

“maybe she can teach kimi when she starts in a year or two.”

kimi looks up at shoto and grins. “fwen.”

“friends,” he chuckles.

she hugs him from behind and giggles when riso does the same to her. “kiko fen!”

“riso, you mah fwen! gamma, we pway?”

“you have to finish your food first,” you tell her and wiggle mireille’s arms making her giggle and flail her chubby legs.

“bah!”

“you’re so cute. such an adorable little bubby, yes you are,” you coo, poking her stomach.

mireille gives you a gummy smile and pats your nose. “bah!”

“no sweetie it’s boop, like this,” you smile, poking her nose. “boop.”

she pats your nose again. “buh?”

“you’ll get it.” you give her half a dumpling to chew on while you finish your plate. “so how did you and her mom meet?”

enji and shoto groan at your words, knowing touya is about to tell the longest story ever.

“i am so glad you asked,” touya grins.

after dinner you help clean up, wiping the plates enji washes. you watch his sons stack them into the cupboard and for a moment you realise how tall you are compared to them. you feel a pair of tiny hands hold onto your jeans, tugging on the fabric for a moment. looking down, you giggle when you see mireille and her signature gummy smile looking back at you while she bounces on her little legs. “well hello to you too, cutie.”

mireille giggles and keeps bouncing.

“aw, she’s dancing. go, go, go melle, go go,” you encourage as she lets go to clap and falls on her bum. “uh oh.”

“bah!” 

“is someone fussy?” touya coos, putting away the last plate and picking her up. “don’t worry, daddy’s got you.”

she babbles at touya and pats his face, squealing when he noms on her hand. 

you put the rag away and stretch your back. “whew, think i ate too much. food was too good.”

“i’m glad you liked it,” enji says with his back to you.“ginger ale helps with digestion.”

“sounds good.”

he rummages through the fridge for a can, handing it to you. for a moment your fingers touch, you don’t notice but enji’s cheeks flush at the action. “here.”

“thank you. kimi, come drink some ginger ale.” you call and walk out of the kitchen to find her.

“you really should just ask her out,” touya says. “stop being weird.”

“what are you talking about?”

“it’s obvious you like her. just do it. the worst that’ll happen is she says no. she doesn’t look married so just do it.”

“you give shitty pep talks, son,” enji sighs.

“but which one of us is in a happy marriage?”

“i was married to your mother.”

“it wasn’t happy.”

enji rolls his eyes. “it wasn’t terrible either. but fine, i’ll ask her…eventually.”

at sunset you and kimiko pack up to leave. “thank you so much for having us, i had a good time. say bye to your friends, kimi.”

“noooo, i stay!” she whines. “riso mah fwen! todoki too!”

“what about melle?” shoto chuckles, tickling the baby in touya’s arm.

kimiko shrugs her shoulders. 

“we have to get you to your mama but i’m sure you’ll see riso and mireille again if his dad has time.”

“i’m free to bring him here on weekends. gotta run it by the missus first.”

“of course.”

“i’ll walk you out,” enji offers.

“bye everyone.” you wave and follow him outside.

riso gives her a hug and giggles when they rock side to side. “fen!”

“fwen!” kimiko giggles and waves before running after you.

enji looks around. “where’s your scooter?”

“we took the bus. i can’t ride it with kimi. your heroes have to do something about this no quirk use in public thing. i have wings but i can’t use them?” you huff and your wings puff up in annoyance.

“it’s a law, l/n. i don’t think i can just change it.”

“there must be a loophole. kimi has to practice her flying somehow.”

“yeh!” kimiko flaps her little wings.

“i could ask hawks if there are special clubs or something for winged children to practice.”

“mutation quirks already get enough backlash as it is though, todoroki,” you say sadly and pet kimiko’s hair. “i wish things were different.”

enji bristles uncomfortably. “would you like to…let me walk you to the bus stop?”

you smile politely. “it’s fine, thanks though. have a lovely evening. i’ll text you.”

“buh bye.” kimiko waves at him.

enji watches both of you walk down the sidewalk, kimiko hopping on every tile. he mentally smacks himself for not being able to gather courage to ask you out and puts it off until next time.

*

enji glares down at the robber struggling in his arm bar. “quit struggling, you won’t escape.” 

“i want my lawyer!” 

“he does get one phone call.” hawks shrugs. “might as well give it to him.”

“you’ll get your phone call, quit your whining.”

another officer calls enji aside to finish up some paperwork while another organises the phone call.

“we should get lunch after this,” hawks yawns. “there’s this new chicken place downtown.”

“that’s all you ever want to eat,” enji grunts. “you’ll kill yourself with all that greasy junk food.”

“but it’s delicious. the kids love it too.”

“uh huh.”

“you can speak to the lawyer once they get here,” the first officer tells them and takes the robber away. “have a seat while you wait.”

half an hour later, the lawyer enters the police station. you pause when you see enji and make a surprised noise. “oh my gosh hi! isn’t this a nice surprise?”

“ you’re his lawyer?”

“i am a defense attorney,” you chime.

hawks walks over with two cups of coffee in his hand before stopping when he spots you. “hey endeavour, i brought some coffee—oh. who’s your friend here?” 

“hi, i’m l/n, the defense attorney. my granddaughter is a huge fan.”

“the one i asked about the club for last week,” enji adds.

“oh~” hawks flashes his million watt smile. “nice to finally meet you. dabi mentioned endeavour had a new girlfriend but i didn’t think you were real.”

“girlfriend?” you repeat.

“no,” enji grunts. “can we just get this over with?”

“right, yes.”

after speaking to your client and the heroes, you step outside with them for goodbyes. you shrug your shoulders and a few feathers fall out of your wings.

“uh oh, someone’s molting,” hawks tuts.

“already?! i thought i would’ve had another week. it’s so hard to preen these by yourself.”

hawks nods empathetically. “i get it. used to have handlers to do it before i found my mate.”

enji stands between you both, no idea what you’re both talking about.

“my ex husband used to help me do it but i don’t think i’ll call him for the first time in a year just to preen me.”

“good luck then,” he chirps. “we best get back to patrol.”

“see you around. bye, todoroki.” you smile and stride down the sidewalk.

“nice lady.”

“hawks, what’s preening ?”

“you ever see a bird pulling feathers from it's wings?”

“no.”

“preening is just cleaning. new feathers come in so the old ones gotta come out. it's annoying as hell and tedious to do. not to mention the itching.” hawks shudders.

enji looks in the direction you went. “should i offer to help?”

hawks squawks, the most bird-like sound enji’s ever heard him do. “you can’t just ask to preen someone’s wings. that’s like me asking if i can grab your junk.”

“i feel like that’s a false equivalency but okay.”

“preening is very intimate, you have to be really close to do it.”

“right. let’s get back to patrol then.”

“lead the way,” hawks faux salutes.

enji asks anyway during a phone call that night.

“o-oh, really?” you pace around your carpet where kimiko is playing with one of her daycare friends. “that’s a big offer.”

“gamma?” kimi calls out watching you.

“shh, i’m on the phone.”

‘ i was just wondering if you needed help. i did some research on it.’

“i'll have to think about it, todoroki, but i really appreciate the offer.”

‘ alright. goodbye .’

“bye.” you hang up and stare at your homescreen.

“gamma? you otay?”

“i’m fine, kimi. do you and yori want more juice?”

“yeh!”

the little girl beside her perks up at the mention and nods.

your wing itches slightly but the spot is between your shoulders, frustrating you. you lean on the kitchen door and scratch your back with it. it’s uncomfortable but it works. more feathers come loose and fall onto the ground.

“ugh, dammit. i’ll have to vacuum.”

your choices are hiring someone trained to help you preen, tough it out, or accept enji’s offer.

‘maybe enji’s offer might be best. at least with him, i know who it is…’

after giving the girls the juice, you text enji back.

me

<< are you free friday?

todoroki

>>i could be  

me

<<you can come over to help with the preening

todoroki

>>ok

you exhale loudly. why was that so hard? your wings fluff up in anticipation but more feathers fall out. “fuck!”

“no bad word!” kimiko shouts.

“sorry sweetie.”

enji sits in his room staring at his ceiling. “what the hell do i do now…”

he decides to text hawks what he should bring for the ‘occasion’.

*

your apartment is a high rise uptown. plenty of space for you and your wings. enji rings your doorbell, other hand holding a plastic bag of supplies he bought.

the lock clicks and the door opens. enji feels his temperature go up at the sight of your red sweater . without the heels he always sees you in, you’ve seemingly shrunk in size too.

“hey.” you smile. “come on in.”

“you, um, your sweater looks nice.”

“aww, thank you todoroki.”

enji looks around the open space, a few feathers laying on the floor and couch. “your home is lovely. very spacious.”

“don’t want to knock things over. i can’t even have little trinkets around.” you laugh nervously.

“because of the wings?”

“also my granddaughter. she sees something shiny and she becomes obsessed.”

“mm, i understand. riso loves to grab things too.” he holds up the bag. “i brought some stuff for your wings.”

“oh, thanks! but i already have stuff.” you gesture to the coffee table where some tubs and bottles of cream are sitting. “i’ll just save them for later. so…i usually lay on the floor but i could sit on the dining chair if you’re more comfortable that way.”

“do you have a rug or mat that you usually lay on?”

“i just lay on the living room carpet. it’s more comfortable than it looks. do you need me to show you how to do it?”

“i’ve watched some videos so i have a fair idea,” he says plainly. “although, if i do something wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me.”

“alright, let me just lie down.” you nod and push the coffee table forward so you can lay on your stomach, arms folded under your chin. “whenever you’re ready.”

enji’s eyes widen at the backless sweater and notice how detailed and vibrant your feathers are. the area where they meet your back leaner than the rest of you; toned from how weighed your wings are. 

‘she’s stunning .’ enji kneels next to your torso. “im about to start.”

you hum absentmindedly, eyes shut waiting for his hands on your wings. there’s a click of a bottle, some silence and then—

you squawk in surprise when enji’s warm hands touch the arches of your wings.

“did that hurt?”

“n-no, i was just surprised,” you sigh and relax. “im fine now.”

“ah, alright,” enji sighs. “i’m gonna start again.”

you nod and feel enji start to pull out the loose feathers. 

he notices your subtle squirming but hawks told him it might be ticklish so he ignores it for now. 

he gets closer to where they meet your back, tugging out the softer downy feathers and laying them on the growing pile. you shudder softly and let out an involuntary chirp.

“you alright?” enji asks, pulling away.

“i’m fine. keep going, please?”

enjis hands comb through your wing making you sigh softly. “is this helping?”

“very much so, yes.” 

he moves to the other wing, stretching it out. one of your sighs trails off into a moan from the relieving action.

enji’s face warms as your head turns to the side. ‘this wasn’t in the videos…’

he carries on anyway, trying to tune out your soft moans. his fingers brush the base of the wing and you jolt, back arching upwards. “sorry! they’re sensitive.”

“that’s okay. how does it feel?”

“better. can you scratch between my wings, that spot always itches. just where you touched.”

enji uses his index finger to scratch the spot. you stretch up on your hands and your wings extend upwards and shiver. “ugh, perfect . right there .”

enji sees your legs kicking behind you and stifles a laugh. “glad i could help.”

“you’re a lifesaver. i wish you could scratch my back all the time.”

“i could buy you a back scratcher.”

you laugh quietly to yourself. “i’ll consider it. i wish i could detach my feathers like hawks. then i can sleep on my back for the first time.”

“how do you normally sleep?”

“normally on my side. i sleep on my stomach sometimes but it gets painful after a while.

enji pulls another long feather. “painful?”

“my boobs get squished.”

“ah. have you ever tried sleeping with them stretched out?”

you look over your shoulder. “i’m sorry, did you just ask if i tried sleeping with my boobs stretched out?”

“no! i-i meant your wings!”

you start laughing, nearly rolling onto your side. enji looks away, embarrassed. you put your hand on his bicep reassuringly. “my bad. yes they’re stretched out when i sleep. if i’m on my stomach they’re on either side; if i’m on my side then they’re behind me. perks of sleeping alone.”

“maybe you could sleep with them out when on your back?”

you scoff. “i’ve tried. it’s just uncomfortable and cramped.”

“right, sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you lay back down so he can finish. “you’re really good with your hands.”

“thank you.”

there’s a pregnant pause as he keeps working. you pout slightly when you realise he didn’t get the hint.

“todoroki?”

“yes?”

“do you mind giving me a massage too? my back just gets sore so often nowadays.”

“i don’t see why not. i could refer you to a great masseuse, though.”

“god you’re so dense,” you mumble.

“pardon?”

“i said ‘god i'm so tense’ .”

“ah, okay. do you have anything you’d like me to use, or…?”

“anything from the table is fine.”

enji pulls away and looks at the bottles and small tubs on the table. he picks up a red bottle with a strawberry printed on the front and pours some of the oil into his hand.

“mm, that’s my favourite,” you hum when you smell it.

even though he’s dense as a rock—you see where shoto gets it from—the massage is nice.

once he’s done and washes his hands you stretch out your wings, a couple of stray feathers falling out. “thanks again, they feel much better.”

“no problem.” he starts packing up the items he brought. “i’ll be out of your hair now.”

“wait, what? you’re just going to leave? won’t you stay for lunch?”

“if you don’t mind. i don’t really have anything else planned…”

you walk over and stop him, trapping him against your couch and place a hand on his chest. “stay, please. what food do you like?”

he glances at your hand. “um, kuzumochi, but i’ll be fine with anything really.”

“never thought the number one would like sweets. is udon okay? unless you want something else.”

“like what?”

you hum innocently as your hand trails along his arm. “oh, i don’t know. sushi, me, yakitori…”

“i’m sorry, what was that last one?”

“yakitori?”

enji’s face reddens as he looks at you, “the one before that?”

you start to move closer, making enji stumble into the couch. “oh! you want me, todoroki, is that it? with the way you were touching my wings i’m not surprised.”

“i thought you just wanted me to help.”

“i did, but now i want something else.”

“what’s that?”

“i want you , todoroki. i’ve always thought you were good looking,” you admit. “and seeing you again was such a treat.”

“it was nice seeing you too after all those years. you haven’t changed a bit. you’re still as pretty as you were back at u.a.”

your wings floof up at the compliment, cheeks hot. “thank you, todoroki.”

enji leans closer. “call me enji.”

“okay…enji.”

you lean in and close your eyes as enji cups your face and pulls you in. 

enji hand rests on your back, accidentally brushing your wing. you squeak and pull away, hiding your face in his shirt. “careful.”

he scratches the spot from earlier and you warble quietly into his shirt, gripping the material.

“is this okay?”

“mhm,” you mumble, leaning into his touch and cooing happily before covering your mouth. 

“what was that?”

“nothing, don’t think about it too much.”

he hums and keeps scratching. you coo again.

“nothing huh?”

“stoop,” you whine.

“it’s cute.”

you peer up at him. “it’s embarrassing… ”

“i like it,” he chuckles. “did you just want to kiss and cuddle?”

you huff and take his hand. “you really are dense , enji. come on.”

you lead him to your pristine bedroom, guiding him to sit on your round, king sized bed.

“your room is nice. i like the theme.”

you smile at him and gently climb into his lap, draping your arms over his shoulders as you kiss him again.

“it’s been a while,” he breathes against your lips. 

“that’s okay. me too.” you gently push him down by his chest. enji watches you pull your sweater off and is very confused by the brown tape on your boobs.

“what?”

“is that duct tape?”

you put your arm over your chest. “it’s boob tape, enji.”

“…”

“i can’t wear bras because of my wings so these keep my boobs up.”

“ahhhh.” he nods in understanding. “could you maybe take them off?”

“it will hurt to take them off…”

“do you want me to help you?”

“that requires oil.”

enji has a brief image of you covered in oil and his neck slowly turns a pale red. “i see.”

you throw the sweater on the ground. “next time.”

‘next time?’ enji thought. “oh, um, alright.”

“c’mere.”

you pull enji in for another kiss, running your hands along his shirt, feeling his broad chest and abs. ‘wow.’

enji’s hands run along your hips as you start to unbutton his blue shirt. “you okay?”

“yeah, you’re just…you’re so buff.”

“benefits of being a pro hero.”

“ugh, show off.”

after some shuffling around, you’re both naked and enji is kissing down your back. 

“enji~” you whine as he runs his hand up and down your body to caress your stomach and chest.

“hmm?” he kisses the sensitive spot between your wings.

you gasp and arch your back into the mattress. he pinches the tip of one of your longer feathers and you let out a small warble. “tease.”

“oh really?” he chuckles.

he works you open on his thick fingers, other hand groping at your chest and thighs. you’re a gasping, twitching mess at the end of the first orgasm he works out of you.

“can i try something?” he rasps in your ear.

“hm?”

the heat of his body dissipates the further back he moves. you feel his arms hook under your thighs and pull you upwards until your torso’s the only thing on the bed. “enji! what’re you…” you trail off into a moan when his hot mouth latches onto your pussy, his slippery tongue diipping down and exploring your slick folds, swirling around your clit.

“oh fuck, enji!”

enji mumbles something into your folds but he’s too focused on your taste.

“enji, ah, right there!” you gasp, gripping the sheets and arching your back, your wings puffing up and shivering. already sensitive from your first orgasm, your whole body tenses up when another hits you out of nowhere.

enji swallows and pulls away, carefully lowering you down and kissing your lower back.

“wow,” you sigh blissfully. “are you sure you’re out of practice?”

“i haven't really gone out since the divorce,” he admits.

you look back at him. “really?”

“the marriage was arranged so i’ve never had any actual ‘practice’ .”

“so you've always been able to do that?”

“i think so.”

you wiggle your hips back on him suggestively. “wow, lucky me.” 

enji sucks in a sharp breath and looks down at you. “you sure?”

“fuck me, enji,” you chirp.

his fingers grip your hips, indenting the soft flesh. you whine loudly as he pulls his hips back and slowly stretches your walls with his dick. you bury your face in your sheets, moaning as your back arches deeper, your hardened nipples uncomfortable behind the tape. “oh god , enji.”

his lust filled eyes watch you closely as he pauses at a particularly tight clench of your insides. “shit, you're tight.”

“you’re just big,” you wheeze and try to relax. “is it in yet?”

“almost.”

you groan quietly into the sheets. “ fuck me.”

“i’m trying to.” enji huffs a short laugh then hisses when you clench again with your own chuckle. “that’s not funny.”

you whine softly and look back at him as he pushes in more. “it is to— fuck —me.”

he pinches the base of your wing to hush you up. “you’re a tease .”

“now i’m the tease?” you yelp when he pushes the middle of your back down and tugs your hips up. “ooh~”

“ yes , you are,” he chuckles.

“i think i should be punished then.”

you warble happily when he grips the back of your wings.

*

enji rubs your back, feeling your soft chirps and coos on his chest. your wings resting flat over the side of your bed. “how're you feeling?”

you hum in response and nuzzle into his pecs.

“you sound happy.”

“very,” you sigh.

enji chuckles and pats your upper back. “i’m glad.”

you yawn and nestle into his warmth. “we should do this again sometime.”

“maybe we could go on a date first? to a nice cafe or something?”

you rest your chin on his chest and peer up at him. “really?”

“i enjoy your company,” he says curtly and you laugh.

“i enjoy yours too. we’ll plan something. do you have to go?”

enji checks his watch. “not yet.”

“can you stay a little longer?”

“sure.”

the next day, enji walks into the agency with a wrapped up bento box.

“ooh, what's that?” keigo chirps, hopping up to the large man.

“its none of your business.”

“how did the preening go? did she peck you?”

“i’d say it went well.” enji sits in his chair to unwrap the box. “she appreciated it.”

keigo peeks over his shoulder and smirks at the note you left for enji with the homemade kuzumochi.

“is that kuzumochi? endeavour, you sly dog, you got laid, didn't you!” keigo chuckles with a close eyed smile.

“shut it. that’s none of your business.”

“you did! how do you feel?”

“hawks…”

he makes a zipping motion on  his lips with his fingers and looks up at him.

“how was it though?”

“i’m not telling you that!”

“but i tell you everything .”

“against my will and your better judgement.”

keigo huffs. “fine. did you call her a pretty bird?”

“no? was i supposed to?”

keigo shrugs and turns around. “thought you didn’t wanna talk about it.”

enji rolls his eyes. “goodbye, hawks.”

once the door is shut, enji opens his laptop, and types, ‘pretty bird; bird quirk’ nothing comes up. he’ll ask you about that later.

*

rei smiles politely when enji opens the door for her. “hello enji, it’s good to see you.”

“you too,” he responds curtly. “you look well.”

“thank you, i’m recovering from a mild cold but i’m okay. just excited for some food. are the kids here?”

“i think shoto is still upstairs and fuyumi is out shopping with natsuo. touya and noemie should be here soon.”

“lovely.”

monthly family lunch is always nice. just a small way to stay close as a family. enji puts the cup of tea down for rei and sits next to her to catch up.

the doorbell rings. “that must be touya.”

enji stands up to go open it, shocked when he sees you standing there.

“hi~” you chirp. “thought i’d surprise you on your day off. i’m so bored going through files by myself so i thought we could work together.” you show him your laptop bag.

he completely forgot to tell you rei was coming today. “right.”

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing i just wasn’t expecting you.”

your wings droop. “oh. do you want me to go?”

he feels a little guilty. “no you can stay, but…rei is here.”

“who? ohhhh , really?”

“it’s a monthly occurrence with the whole family and it completely slipped my mind. i’m sorry.”

“no no it’s okay,” you reassure with a laugh. “i could just leave if you want.”

he glances inside, face unreadable. “actually, maybe you should meet her. i’m sure she’ll like you.”

your wings perk up as your pupils widen. “great! i’d love to meet her.”

“come on in.”

you step inside, fiddling with your fingers. “ooh, i’m so nervous.”

rei looks up at you when you walk in, grey eyes wide and tired. she’s a small woman with pure white hair like her children’s. body delicate like a snowflake.

“hi.” you wave awkwardly.

enji puts his hand on your waist. “rei, this is l/n. we’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now. y/n this is rei, my ex wife.”

“oh,” rei gasps. “nice to meet you. enji, why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?”

“i wanted to wait until it was official, but yes, we are seeing each other.”

“aw,” you coo. “i’m so happy to meet you officially! your children are amazing, both of you did such a good job raising them.”

“thank you, l/n.”

“also, your grandson is precious. he and my granddaughter are so cute together.”

“i’ll bring you some tea,” enji offers you.

he pauses in the kitchen doorway, looking back to see both of you chatting happily. he’s relieved you’re getting along; one less thing to worry about.

enji goes into the kitchen and starts setting up lunch. at the same time, the door rings and rei excuses herself from your conversation to answer the door.

“hi ma,” touya greets and kisses her cheek. “you look great.”

“gamma,” riso giggles and hugs her legs.

“oh my goodness, you’re getting so big!” she chuckles then gasps when she sees mireille in noemies arms. “and the baby! aww, come here sweetie.”

riso toddles inside the house, squealing when he sees you. “antie!”

“hi riso.” you smile and open your arms for a hug. “ooh, you look so handsome. did daddy get you all nice and handsome for lunch?”

“yeh.”

“you don’t even have a coat on, it’s chilly outside,” you tut and fix his blue shirt and headband.

“i okie! dada say no cold,” he giggles.

“hm, okay. come sit next to auntie.” you help him onto the chair. 

“wer kimi?”

“she’s at school.”

“oh, okie.”

“ but you can see her this weekend.”

“yay!”

touya walks into the living room holding mireille. “oh hey, you’re here…and moms here too…uh oh.”

“we’re friends now, touya,” rei says from the entryway.

“if you say so, ma. hi miss l/n.”

“hello touya and melle.”

mireille points at you and smiles. “bah!”

you giggle at her cuteness, stand, and walk over to boop her nose. “little cutie. boop.”

melle squeals and tries to pat your face and whines when she can't reach.

touya passes her over to you.

“hello,” you gasp excitedly. “ooh you’re so precious.”

“bah!”

“and tiny.”

melle giggles and pats your face before trying to kiss you but ends up slobbering on your cheek.

“aw,” touya coos. “that's cute.”

noemie walks in, adjusting her shirt. “touya, have you seen—who’s that?”

“i'm l/n, a friend of enji,” you smile, holding out your hand for her to shake.

“dads new girlfriend,” touya tells her.

“ oh! i heard about you, nice to finally meet you.” noemie smiles and takes your hand, gently shaking it. 

“you are so strikingly gorgeous!” you compliment. “i see why he’s obsessed with you.”

“told you,” touya chuckles.

“thank you. you must be kimiko’s grandma. he talks about you two a lot. also, mireille seems infatuated with your feathers. she wouldn't let go of the one you gave her.”

“aw, looks like i have a little fan,” you coo, tickling mireille’s stomach.”

riso tugs your pant leg. “ahtie!”

“auntie?” noemie repeats. “aw.”

“what is it, riso?” you ask.

he points at rei’s teacup. “i has, peez?”

“that’s not mine, sweetheart. it’s for your grandma.”

riso looks at the three of you. “wer gamma?”

“i don't know. touya?”

“uh, i think she went to the kitchen.”

“come one, sweetie, let's go find her,” noemie smiles, picking up riso.

“yeh!”

riso eventually finds rei again and squeals once she gives him a kiss. you spend the next couple of hours with enjis family, introducing yourself to his other son.

mireille decided you were favourite person there and spent the whole time in your lap.

“and this is my daughter and her husband,” you show rei the picture on your phone. “he’s a veterinarian.”

“oh?”

“funny enough he specialises in bird health. they’re a perfect match.”

“that's so sweet.”

you nod and eat more fried beef. “your son is an amazing cook.” mireille reaches for your chopsticks, whining softly.

“you can’t eat this yet, cutie. no teeth, no no no.” you pinch her chin.

“bah!”

“but you can have some mince.” you tear open the dumpling and give her some of the filling. “yummy.”

mireille opens her mouth and claps happily when you feed her.

“you're welcome, munchkin. noemie, touya told me you model. that sounds interesting.”

noemie playfully rolls her eyes at touya who smirks at her. “i do sometimes. not as much as i used to before i had riso. they used me for maternity shoots and the well ran a little dry for a while.”

“do you still model?”

“yep, i justodel for an agency that accepts models of all sizes. it's much better than my old one.”

“that sounds lovely. i wanted to be a model when i was younger,” you reminisce. “but my parents wanted me to be a lawyer so here i am.”

“do you like what you do?”

“i get to help people defend themselves so i’d say that’s a win. disappointing when they don’t win.”

enji nods in agreement.

“have you ever had a case you knew was in the drain before you even tried?” touya asks around a mouthful of pork cutlet.

you think and bounce melle slightly. “of course i’ve had a couple of cases that had me rethinking my whole career because i was not winning that,” you laugh.

“did either one of us cause any cases like that?” 

“mm, i don’t think so. hopefully not.”

after lunch, you help clean up, chatting happily with rei the whole time.

you let melle pat your face and playfully nom her hands whenever they get too close to your mouth before shifting her when she wants to touch your feathers.

“come here you.” noemie snatches her up. “time for a diaper change.”

“bye sweetie.” you wave and turn to enji. “this was fun, much better than what i had planned.”

“and what was that?”

“work. which i still have to do.” you shudder at the thought of how many cases you have to go through on your laptop.

“you’re welcome to stay here and do it.”

you lean on him and sigh. “that was the plan, enji.”

enji rubs your back, just below your wings. “perhaps we could do something after work, pretty bird?”

your eyes widen at the nickname and feel your instincts take over as your chirp at him. “pretty bird,” you warble.

‘oh my god, that was adorable…’

you smack his chest. “stop it.”

enji chuckles softly and smiles down at you. “what?”

“who told you about that?!”

“a little birdie.”

you roll your eyes and leave the kitchen. “you’re not funny.”

“it was pretty funny!” he calls after you.

the rest of the todoroki family says their goodbyes, promising to visit again on various days.

“bye bye, ahtie.” riso hugs your legs.

“bye riso. i’ll see you this weekend, okay?”

“yeh! see kimi!”

“bye, melle.” you kiss her chubby cheek. “i’ll see you soon, cutie.”

“bah bah?”

“mhm.”

you smile as she tries giving you a kiss and slobbers on your cheek again before getting pulled away by touya. “enough from you, see ya dad. you too, l/n.”

“bye touya. bye noemie, it was nice meeting you.” you smile and wave them off with enji.

once everyone leaves, you walk inside with enji and take your laptop out of the bag and sit next to enji, snuggling next to him to work while he watches tv.

*

award season quickly rolls around and although you might’ve been hoping to be his plus one, once enji told you he wasn’t necessarily nominated for anything, you were fine on your couch with him while watching and eating ice cream together.

“and here comes the number two and the number ten hero,” the female reporter waves at keigo and touya. “hawks, dabi, a word please!”

“wassup?” touya nods while keigo playfully rolls his eyes at the reporter.

“dabi, what’s it like being oficially in the top ten and hawks, why’d you leave the seat up before you left this morning?”

“no more questions.” hawks ushers touya away. “i thought i put it down.”

“well you didn’t ,” tori huffs. “kaz almost fell in.”

“i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” touya chuckles and walks down the carpet.

the camera pans towards touya as he joins noemie who’s wearing a pilot blue dress with riso who’s wearing a tiny black suit with a pilot blue bowtie.

“dada,” riso squeals, hugging his thigh.

“look at my little man.” touya picks riso up. “you look so handsome, buddy. auntie mitsuki made you look cute.”

“we’re all wearing bakugou clothing. mitsuki, you’re a godsend!” noemie calls to mitsuki further up the carpet with her husband and katsuki talking to paparazzi.

“smile, brat,” mitsuki tugs katsuki’s ear.

“i don’t smile…”

“oh really?”

a girl in a dark green dress with a floral patterned hem walks over to the four of them. “hi suki, you look great! i like your suit. and you wore the flower brooch.” she points at the white rose sticking out of his pocket.

“you gave it to me, so of course i did.”

he blushes when she kisses his cheek and smiles softly when she gives him a happy smile.

katsuki leans forward to kiss her lips and gets hit in the side with something. he looks down and sees it’s a pebble. looking in the direction it came, he sees a giant man glaring at him.

“i’ll see you later?” he asks her and kisses her nose instead.

“yeah, definitely.”

“later, poprocks.” he waves as she rushes back to her parents.

mitsuki and masaru ‘ ooh’ playfully at him.

“young love,” mitsuki sighs dreamily. 

“those were the days,” masaru chuckles, gently taking her hand. “good times.”

“what do you mean were?! we’re still young!”

“no you’re not, hag,” katsuki scoffs.

after an hour a commercial comes on as enji drapes an arm over your shoulder, waiting for the actual awards show to start.

you adjust the pillow on your side and fix the blanket before nuzzling your face into enji’s chest. ‘perfect.’

“you okay?”

“you’re warm,” you sigh. “like a nest.”

“really?”

“mhm, you’re homey.” you pick up your phone, reading some texts. “we have lunch with maya tomorrow. don’t forget this time.”

“tomorrow? i’m not going to forget.”

you hum knowingly. “that’s what you always say…”

the award show comes back on with touya and keigo presenting the awards.

“unfortunately our number one couldn’t be here tonight so i’m filling in for him,” touya says into his microphone. “at least up here i have a good view of my wife.”

the audience laughs as the camera pans to noemie and riso who waves eagerly at touya. “lub you dada!”

the audience falls into a set of awws as noemie pats hia little afro.

the heroes accept their awards one by one, coming up on stage and giving a mini speech before stepping down.

“terraformer for his help rebuilding all of downtown,” hawks announces. hideki steps up on stage, towering over the two men. he bends down significantly to give his speech and finishes it with a shout out to his family. “i love you both, you make me a better person. iwa, break up with him. thank you, everyone.”

for a brief moment you can hear a muffled shout offscreen.

“congratulations to them,” you mumble and eat more ice cream.

touya opens the last envelope, reading the award. “our final award for most crimes solved goes to… endeavour! ”

enji starts coughing, choking on his water. you pat his chest firmly until he stops. “you won!”

“i won?!”

“congrats, dad.” touya smiles into the camera. “i’ll bring it to you tomorrow.”

you kiss enji’s cheek, getting a little melted ice cream on it as you hug his neck. “my big strong hero keeping japan safe. i’m so proud of you!”

“thank you, y/n.” he smiles, still in disbelief.

“we should celebrate.”

“how?”

you stand up and pull his hand, guiding him towards the bedroom.

his cheeks turn red. “oh…”