"Boys, the baby shower is today. You really can't take off again," I heard Dad from the door but at least he didn't come in. I personally don't think it takes a rocket scientist to figure out that we had sex last night. Not after all the dating and romancing that Kacchan put me through. It was like a dream come true.
"Boys?" Crap, I forgot Dad was at the door.
"What time is it and what time do we need to be ready?" I called out but Kacchan was sleeping deeply, his head on my chest and he still didn't so much as stir at me yelling. I hope I didn't exhaust him, as much fun as yesterday was. It would be bad if I hurt him somehow.
"We were planning an early dinner but considering you two slept in so long no one would say anything about you eating now," I groaned at his answer. That doesn't actually answer my question at all.
"Dad, what time is it now?" I tried again, maybe I was asking too much or maybe I was too quiet before.
"Ah, it's 12:30 now," oh. Now I understand why he is worried but considering how late we stayed out last night I was thinking I would sleep until 2 or 3 honestly.
"What time is the early dinner supposed to be?" I asked next and smiled at his answer. Three. So we could easily sleep until two right?
"Dad, we are still pretty tired. I think we'll sleep for another hour and then deal with everything," I called out next, smiling while I brushed Kacchan's hair out of his face. The fact that he is still completely unresponsive tells me exactly how tired he is still. Dad ended up leaving, at least I assume he did. He got really quiet after that so yeah. I kissed Kacchan's forehead and laid back and closed my eyes.
I really am so very lucky.
***
Kacchan is pissed. Fuck it, I'M PISSED.
"You want to give us what?" I asked, my voice low and you would honestly have to be brain dead to not realize how enraged I am. I mean WHO in their right mind would even offer something like that to newly weds expecting a baby? Who? Who could be so stupid?
"My boy, please wait and hear it all before you get angry. I promise that it's not what you think," Dad had whispered but when he leaned over to touch my shoulder I jerked out of his grip. I'm far too angry for anyone but Kacchan to touch and honestly if he wasn't already in my lap I would have probably avoided him too. Too afraid of snapping and hurting him.
"Then explain, I'm not waiting all fucking day," Kacchan hissed, there were tiny snaps from his fingers letting me know that he was barely containing his rage.
"A daughter, I'm not asking either of you to sleep with me. Please relax, I have no desire at all and that is actually the problem," I tilted my head confused at what the prince just said. If he didn't mean… Does he want us to adopt a little girl then? I could already feel my rage melting away at the thought. Raising one baby will be a handful but two would give our princess a playmate so it wasn't without its advantages.
"Those of us in the royal family never copulate," and now I'm confused again. What did the queen just say? Are they really telling us they don't have sex? Like ever? WHY?
"The look on your face really says it all," the prince sighed but motioned for us to stay silent. "Many years ago I had a daughter," now I'm horrified. I'm pretty sure I'm older than this prince and we have gotten a lot of hate over the fact that we are keeping our daughter when we are only teenagers. Nevermind everything else that happened to get us here.
"It was when quirks were still new, still unknown. I was quirkless myself but my daughter, my beautiful princess turned out to be one of the new humans. My princess Isabella," he looked happy as if he were looking back at a fond memory before he looked at the queen, his freaking mother, and smiled. My daughter has a unique quirk, one that no one knew of until I lay there dying in front of her. We were at war then, humanity wanted nothing to do with the mutants with powers that would one day be called quirks. And I was stabbed by one such, what is now called a villain now. It's funny really. Back then heroes and villains were nothing more than fiction." He sighed out and I looked back at Dad who looked sad for entirely different reasons. What am I missing?
"My daughter was a virgin, regardless of what the history books say. When I lay there dying, the last of the light left my eyes and I fell into a deep sleep, until the day I turned ten years old and my daughter, by then much older, was watching me happily open presents. I was so confused but when I told her who I was she squealed happily and cheered that she had her Papa again. It wasn't until the day I held my daughter's dying body in my arms, the same age as she had been when I died leaving her behind that something inside of me felt like it broke. Somehow, me, a man, was pregnant. I had never touched anyone, they all felt too young for me and then on the day of my daughter's tenth birthday she looked up at me confused again. My daughter was my daughter again. My little Isabella."
"Wait, wait, wait," Kacchan groaned rubbing at his head and I don't blame him. Our own rebirth was enough to take in, why would the universe throw in someone else's now? Just why?
"Rebirth, got it. So what in the fuck does that have to do with us, or us be given another daughter?" Kacchan demanded and I felt my stomach sinking. Don't tell me the queen wants us to be her Dad? Please, just, haven't we done enough yet?
"My daughter wants the son of All Might to be her last father. Don't get me wrong, she is MY daughter but she apparently thinks you're cute and loves your hair?" He looked back at the queen who was nodding hopefully just like I would expect from a five year old child.
"And this doesn't require us to sleep with you?" I asked to be sure and I saw him shudder before shaking his head no. I mean if he has a daughter before quirks, it's probably safe to say that he was most likely straight. Not one hundred percent of course but more than just likely.
"What if you don't get the genes you want? Are you going to try again?" I asked her, not amused by any of this. They think WE are children… I mean it's kind of nice to meet someone who is in a somewhat similar circumstance but still. Why do they still act so childishly? I mean just from what they've told us they are much older than both of us put together.
"What if I say no," Kacchan asked and I looked at him with relief. Can I just hand the decision over to him? I guess not, that wouldn't be fair to him. "He is MY husband and we are expecting a daughter of our own in less than a month. Do you really expect him to not feel something towards her if she is related to him by blood?" Kacchan snapped at them and I leaned against him, thankful that I have someone as smart as him as my lover.
"No, we understand. It's why we don't usually tell anyone. People believe that the royal family's quirk has us reproduce when we meet someone who inspired us. Nothing more. We are only telling you because we think you might have a similar condition to All Might," the prince hesitated and I looked at Dad.
"I didn't tell them much. Only that they couldn't just absorb my DNA without my consent. They guessed you would be the same, they didn't even ask me," he held up his hands in defense.
I couldn't help letting out a groan. What am I supposed to do in this situation? "Is this your way of telling us that this guy is my step brother?" I looked Dad in the eye and saw him going bright red and Mom went pale.
"No! Wait that's not- Inko dear there has only ever been you in my life I swear," Dad immediately started making excuses and soon his red face was white. Mom is pissed.
"Toshinori, I asked you before we got married if you had any children. I told you I wouldn't mind after all I have Izuku but are you really telling me that you lied to me?" Mom didn't sugarcoat it and I saw as the royal family seemed to add one and one and get two.
"You're not blood related," the prince sighed in relief but Kacchan glared at him.
"And? Who gives a flying fuck about that? It's pretty fucking obvious that he adores Deku," Kacchan defended me and I let out a sigh as the chaos that I'm accustomed to went on around me. Maybe that was my issue? Were things too calm?
"Then again, my quirk does work a lot like Dad's so you probably would have needed my consent anyway," I mumbled to myself and everyone turned to look at me confused except for Dad and Kacchan. Oops.
"Your quirk is nothing like All Might's though," the prince looked at me confused.
"You're really a dumbass," Kacchan grumbled and I shoulder bumped him. "What? He is and you know it!" He hissed before deciding that he wanted to be in my arms and maneuvered me to his liking.
"Right, uh, I guess now they really are very different but when he first got his quirk it was nearly identical to mine," Dad chuckled but wasn't looking anyone in the eyes. I mean technically he isn't wrong.
"Dad?" I sucked in a breath and he looked back at me. "Your eyes are glowing."
"Fuck," I looked down to see Kacchan more than a little irritated. "Your eyes are glowing too. Bet you're both being summoned to the damn meeting hall," Kacchan grumbled righting himself before his arms supported me and my eyesight went dark.
"Toshinori, you've been very bad haven't you?" I looked over to see Shimura walking forward just to slap Dad on the back and knock him down.
"Teacher," Dad whined, coughing and reverting to his smaller frailer form.
"Don't worry, he's still in his hero form out there," she winked at me and I nodded but stayed quiet. She really can knock the wind out of you and it's not even her quirk to be all that strong.
"Teacher, why are we here? How are we both here at the same time? Has this always been possible?" Dad asked looking around to see the rest of the previous holder's vestiges standing around amused by the sight.
"Well it's our first time trying but I would say it's only possible because of the fact you're so close to each other," the original answered before motioning us forward. "We need to come up with a new background story and if left to just you and your lover I'm sure it would be fine but Toshinori isn't so great at improvising."
I let out a groan and I swear I could hear Kacchan groaning too. Here we go again.