Gift For Sam:Youre Obsessed, Shouto Tells Her When She Asks Him To Take The Lead For Todays Tours. Her

Gift for sam: “You’re obsessed,” Shouto tells her when she asks him to take the lead for today’s tours. Her smile is a bit sheepish, “Isn’t that the natural state of scientists?” (TogaChako)

Predation

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tags: marine biologist ochako, friendship, blood, ochako is reckless, ambiguous/open ending, creature toga, curiosity bordering on obsession

A/N: I will just say that with a title like 'predation' and these tags... don't expect a "good" ending. Just know it's...ambiguous, lol. Also, I talk about the research I did for the fic on AO3 so if that's something you're curious about, head on over~

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When Ochako takes her mask and snorkeling gear off her face, the first thing she’s presented with is Shouto’s hand and a gruff, “Here.”

“Huh?” 

She blinks at his face and then focuses on his hand, gasping when she finds a glowing pink scale tucked between his fingers. 

Shouto smiles, “I knew you’d like it.”

She grabs it reverently and grins, “It looks amazing! Thanks!” But she can only hold in her laughter for so long. She giggles, “And take off that mask! Or you’ll tan funny!”

The clients are already being herded along by Aizawa and while Ochako would normally go and join in the friendly conversation, Shouto had stolen all her attention with his gift. Now all she wanted to do was get out of her wetsuit and investigate. Or, her eyes briefly go back toward the sea, get back in the water…

Shouto pulls off his mask with a grunted “don’t even think about it” and she laughs when she sees the ridges the mask has left around his face. She suspects she’s in a similar situation. She also takes his advice, for now.

Someone taps her shoulder and stage whispers, “Come on, let’s go before they call us over!”

It’s Yaomomo with a bag slung over her shoulder, video gear already settled inside. Ochako doesn’t have to be told twice and they both drag Shouto with them. She makes sure to hold on tightly to the scale

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Ochako thinks she's gotten into the routine of things after working for Aizawa’s boat company (which he ran with two friends from high school and named Plus Ultra ☆ Scuba) for nearly a year. She didn’t struggle as much with getting out of her wetsuit (company-provided) anymore and she’d stopped wearing impractical outfits under it, opting to keep things simple and short.

It was a nice change to her previous job, which often left her stuck in a lab and away from her true passion: the sea. 

She sighs. She’d also accepted that showers at work had to be quick. She scratches her wrist and mentally reminds herself to apply some lotion again. 

When she walks into the office she shares with Shouto and Yaomomo she grins. Both of her friends are already at their desks, which makes the next item on her mental “to-do” list easier to mark off. She sits down and swivels toward Shouto.

She raises the scale so that they can all see it, “Where and when did you find this?”

He only glimpses at her, his eyes trained on his screen. She knows he can’t be looking at anything too important and she’s right when she peeks to find him mindlessly scrolling through emails. She raises a brow at him and he pretends not to notice

“It was at the bottom of the floor.” 

She waits for him to say more and then realizes she’s talking about Shouto Todoroki. Unless she was talking with his sister or eldest brother, it was going to take more prying. 

“How did you find it?” she raises it to the light, “It’s so light now…”

When he’d first given it to her, the color had been a vivid pink, almost magenta, but when she’d left the shower and retrieved it, it had lost most of its pigment. She’d spooked Yaomomo when she’d started yelling. And now it was a nearly transparent rose color. She wondered if it would still hold any pigment by the end of her shift.

He finally leans back into his chair and nods toward Yaomomo, “I noticed it reflected off your gear.”

Yaomomo, who is busy (transferring the data she’d just recorded), nods absentmindedly. 

Ochako pouts, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shouto just shrugs, “You were busy.”

She slumps into her chair. That was one of the downsides of being the diving leader. She had to always focus on the clients, “Were there others?”

Shouto lifts his hand to his chin, “No…I didn’t notice any others.”

She nods and scoots back to her desk, turning on her desktop. It makes a few whirring sounds, letting her know it’s powering on and she complains, “We have all this cool tech but our computers are so old!”

Yaomomo laughs, “I believe you mean your computer is old.”

And she’s right. Out of the three computers, Yaomomo’s desktop was bulkier, but it was faster and meant for editing and sorting through large amounts of data. Meanwhile, hers and Shouto’s (based on how long it took for them to power up) were just regular computers running on a system that was probably a decade old. 

It probably helped that Yaomomo was the scion of her family (and the sponsor of Plus Ultra ☆ Scuba). The Yaoyorozus were a family with their fingers in nearly all the technology Ochako had ever laid eyes on. That probably didn’t sound very exhaustive since Ochako had never been one for digital accessories, but it was all-encompassing. She’d seen the Yaoyorozu logo on too many things. Even electric toothbrushes! 

That seems to remind her, “Oh, how was the gear today? Let me know if anything was faulty. Mei’s been messaging me all day.”

She checks her phone and smiles, and Ochako sighs forlornly, “It’s tough being single, isn’t it Shouto-kun?”

He smiles, “I wouldn’t know.”

Ochako makes an inhuman noise and kicks her legs, “What do I have to do to get hit on by a pretty girl for a change!”

Yaomomo laughs and even Shouto gives a little amused sigh. 

Ochako pouts and contemplates the device on her desk.

Before they’d gone diving, Yaomomo had given her and Shouto one of their newest diving creations. A collaboration with Izumo Tech, which was probably the only other company on par with the Yaoyorozus. This specific item was originally a vague idea Yaomomo had vocalized in front of Mei and Mei (always up for a challenge), had told her they should try inventing something to fix the problem. The problem being that it was hard to communicate with clients while underwater

Yaomomo had told them about some of the more interesting and failed ideas Mei had suggested. Ochako remembers the idea of creating some sort of gill-like feature for humans and smiles, if only that were possible! 

That little moment had eventually led to them contacting Izumo Tech for parts (and their heir had taken an interest in the project). She wasn’t sure about the specifics after that, but it had led to the first prototype sitting on their desks.

“I think it’s really useful,” Ochako tells her.

“But…”

Ochako laughs, “But…it’s a little hard to use with gloves. The keys are so tiny.”

Yaomomo nods seriously, taking some notes. 

The device looked a bit like one of those old early 2000s phones that would flip open to reveal access to a keyboard. Though she supposes the style is now more reminiscent of compact digital dictionaries, except not as slim. But even for a prototype, the device had been a big help. Ochako had been compiling information regarding the local marine ecology for months now and it was nice to see her labor finally presented in a tangible form, even if the design was a bit basic…

“I’m sure Mei will love the feedback!” Yaomomo grins. "We haven’t named it yet either,” she tells them, “If you have any name suggestions, I’ll gladly pass them along.”

Shouto’s brows furrow and they both laugh at his concentrated look. 

She continues, “I also spoke with Haruichi-san about potentially changing the format so that it’s less text and reading-based and more dictation. He’s developing some designs but it sounds like he’s settled on an earpiece.”

Ochako grins, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the scale she’d slipped back into her coat pocket. It was smooth all around, “It sounds like you’ve all thought of everything already.”

Yaomomo blushes, “It’s all theory and ideas. You two are my best sources for how it actually works in practice. So don’t be afraid to be critical.”

“The hammer,” Shouto announces. 

They both look at him confused. 

Ochako asks, “Why…The Hammer?”

He lifts the device off his desk and says, “It’s heavy. And the shape…” He’s pointing at the square-like antenna poking out from one side, “is like a hammer.”

Yaomomo and Ochako share a look and then burst out laughing. 

Between giggles, Yaomomo says, “I’m sure Mei and Haruichi-san will love it.”

Shouto looks satisfied and Ochako laughs harder.

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Ochako makes a folder titled “Unknown Specimen - Pink Scale” and starts to draft up what she’s observed so far. One: the piece is about 3 inches long and 2 in width. Two: The shape is similar to cycloid scales, however, the longer she looked at it under the microscope, the more it was starting to look like just a plastic mold. Three: In less than 24 hours, the scale went from a vibrant shimmering pink to a pale, almost transparent, rose color. She’d also tried (in a lab) submerging it back into seawater, burying it into a seabed, and even dying it. All to see if the color would return somehow. That last one had been something Shouto had suggested and while she’d been hesitant to destroy the only specimen she had, she’d been curious as well. Luckily, it hadn’t worked, but it had produced surprising results. 

Which led to point four: the scale couldn’t be dyed. She’d tried different methods and nothing took hold. 

And now here she was, almost three days later, revisiting the place Shouto had found it at. Alone. Kind of.  

Since today was one of their days off, Ochako had decided to skip the wetsuit, wearing a simple two-piece with gloves and a belt across her chest. The scale was in one of the pockets since she had a different theory: assuming there was a possibility for the scale to regain its pigment, perhaps it needed the Actual sea and not recreations. 

While most days, Ochako would enjoy the view, today she was on a mission. She felt along the seabed with her hands, careful to do so gently, in case anything was hiding under there. 

Nothing. 

It’s only when she starts swimming between the more intricate rock formations that she finds another scale. Except that this one is yellow, almost gold. 

She pulls a camera out of one of the pockets and takes a snapshot of the area. The water feels slightly cooler here and while the fish still swim near the arch, it’s less densely populated. She notes the fish swimming around, realizing the scale can’t belong to any of them. It’s too big.

She swims back up to the surface and Yaomomo helps her back into the boat. 

“Did you see anything?” Ochako asks once she’s taken off her gear. Yaomomo gives her a towel

“Everything seems fine,” she tells her, showing her a sped-up playback of the recording that the video camera strapped to Ochako’s belt had captured, “The animals seem fine. We haven’t been keeping too hard an eye on the area, but nothing looks damaged either.”

Ochako nods, “That’s what I thought too, but it doesn’t make sense.”

They decide to head back to the beach. 

As they do, Ochako pulls out the scale she just found and frowns even deeper. She had thought it had been the same as the pink one, but this one was slightly flatter and actually had ridges and spikes. When she changed the angle, it also shimmered, but only slightly. 

She takes out the other scale to compare (even though she’s practically memorized its shape by this point) and yells. Yaomomo stops steering and runs over to her, “What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”

Ochako nods but doesn’t look away from her hand, “Look.”

Yaomomo does and her eyes widen. The pink scale is vibrant once more.

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“You’re obsessed,” Shouto tells her when she asks him to take the lead for today’s tours. 

Her smile is a bit sheepish, “Isn’t that the natural state of scientists?”

“It’s dangerous,” he tells her but doesn’t stop her from packing her things, “We don’t know how long whatever’s down there has been there.”

That does stop Ochako momentarily, but not for long. It’s true that the day after she’d found the yellow scale, she’d returned with Yaomomo to plant a few cameras. They left them in three different places in hopes of finding whatever was down there, but all they had to show for their efforts were two destroyed cameras and no answers. Yaomomo had been devastated and then worried that something so strong was so near. 

They’d told Aizawa about it and he’d decided to change the location of future tours. We’ll keep an eye out and I don’t want to hear about any of you going back there until I give the ok

She looks at the two scales she’d collected. The gold one had lost all its luster and brilliance in the same way the pink one had, and the pink one had…changed. 

It was almost like an independent organism. There was still nothing under the microscope and the only explanation she had was magic (what were the chances!) or a really thick surface (though even then, she knew there had to be something ) that somehow blocked her every attempt to physically investigate the item. 

Shouto had (once more) reminded her that she could just crack it open, but she hadn’t wanted to, especially after its metamorphosis. The scale had kept accumulating pigment and now was almost a ruby red and three spikes had appeared on its surface. They were all different lengths but didn’t extend past what she assumed was the base of the scale. They were also sharp when touched by hand

She’d learned that the hard way. 

“And,” he stresses, “you’d be going alone. I’m worried.”

She smiled. Shouto wasn’t always vocal about his feelings, assuming they all just knew how he felt, so she treasured the times when he did. 

“I’ll be ok, we’ve all gone diving on our own a few times. I won’t go far.”

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Ochako keeps to her promises. She stays in the vicinity of where both scales were found, which also happened to be the only place the camera survived. She’s a little nervous, but it’s a nervous excitement. She’s not sure why, but she has the feeling that something will happen. 

She straps the belt across her chest, once more foregoing the wetsuit, but wearing a more standard one piece swimsuit. It helps keep her gear in place. 

“Time to find some answers!” she pumps herself up and jumps.

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She realizes something isn’t right when her head goes under and she looks down at where she feels pain on her chest. There’s a small stream of red coming off the pocket where she’d stored the red scale. One of the spindles has torn through the fabric of the belt and it dances in the water. She grimaces

What…happened?

She thinks her vision starts to go dark. It’s only early noon so the sunlight should help light her way at this depth. She blinks rapidly and realizes that there are also no other fish. 

They’re hidden…

It’s here…

She gasps, the pain becoming stronger but she can’t move her body as well as she’d like.

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It feels like she’s suspended in the water for a long time, but it must only be for a moment. She sees it then, in her peripheral vision. It’s…like a dragon. Whatever it is has a long tail and when it shimmers gold, Ochako realizes it’s the creature she’s been looking for. 

Except that now she thinks it was looking for her . 

She closes her eyes and when she opens them, she finds herself staring into the clearest and brightest brown eyes she’s ever seen. They’re so clear they look like they’re gold. They’re framed by blonde hair and a long smile that splits the creature’s pretty features. And right against its cheeks lay two scales, blood red with spindles that look more like whiskers

They seem to have a will of their own too, some of them curling towards Ochako.

This isn’t what I meant…when I said I wanted a cute girl…to hit on me…

Bubbles rise to the surface.

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Ochako used to have an imaginary friend when she was a kid. It wasn’t strange. All children had imaginary friends and all children, her included, would insist that their friend wasn’t imaginary. Her parents thought it was cute…until they realized that her imaginary friend would always be in the sea. 

“But she’s lonely,” Ochako cried as her parents settled her into bed, her small fingers pruney. 

“Ochako,” her mother’s stern voice was wobbly, “What you did tonight was dangerous and not okay. We…If we hadn’t found you…”

She also starts crying and her father comforts her. His voice is softer when he talks to her, “Ochako, what did we say about nighttime?”

Ochako sniffles, shame rising to her face, “Night is for sleeping and-and staying inside.”

He nods, “That’s right. I’m glad you remember. Now, do you know why we’re upset?”

She looks at her mother, who is starting to wipe away the tears on her face. 

“Because you’re worried?”

“Yes,” he smiles, covering both her hands in his one giant one, “Now, going out without telling us wasn’t right. We talked about communication, remember?” She nods, “And I know you’re worried about your friend, but I’m sure she’s gone home too.”

“But she doesn’t have a home!”

“Let me tell you something you might not know,” he says, grinning, “Mermaids have homes, too. In the sea. They’re called Nests. Your friend will be fine.”

Her eyes grow wide, “Really? How do you know?”

He nods, “Because I’m a marine biologist. It’s our job to know everything about the sea.”

“I want to be a marine biologist too!” her father laughs and even her mother lets out a few chuckles. 

“That makes me happy to hear,” he tells her, “But marine biologists work in teams and they have to keep their promises. And communicate. Now, it’s time for bed, little mermaid.”

Ochako giggles, “I’m not a mermaid! Himiko is!”

Her parents share a look. When they leave her room, Ochako hears her mother’s mumbled, those marks on her arms… She isn’t able to hear her father’s answer.

She pulls her pajama top’s sleeve up past her wrist and looks at the little pinpricks. The most recent one is pink. Himiko had put it on the inside of her wrist. 

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Ochako has always lived by the sea. Many seas in fact. All because her father was a marine biologist. When people hear about her family they nod, making sense of her career decision. 

But they don’t know about the one time her father got a new job, which meant they had to move. And Ochako had cried because they didn’t tell her until it was too late. Too late to say goodbye. She was never the type to throw tantrums, but she had that day.

They don’t know how she ran into a new corner of the sea and yelled out the name of her friend, hoping she had followed her. 

She doesn’t tell them that she’d drawn whiskers on her face and lines against her neck and pretended she could breathe underwater, only to rise to the surface gasping and crying.

Her parents don’t know that she made a promise with a little blonde creature and, in time, she grows up and also forgets. 

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She tastes blood on her lips and feels pressure against her body. She thinks the sun has set with how dark it’s become. Vibrations dance along her skin like kisses. 

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“Ochako-chan!” the mermaid coos, “I told you I would find you! I knew it was you, the taste of your blood is so unique!”

In a more subdued voice, she says, “I can tell you still love me so much. I do too, Ochako-chan.”

The creature’s smile becomes so wide its jaw unhinges. 

“Let me have more, ok, Ochako-chan?”

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Gift for rhapshie: “Poor idiot Yuuji, falling for someone so constipated, he can’t even sort out his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. Oops, do you think he can spell?” (SukuIta, JJK)

F-E-E-L-I-N-Gs

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tags: flower language, sukuna swears a lot, sukuna threatening the safety of poor florists, humor, nobamaki teases sukuna

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Sukuna wasn’t mad. No. That would imply that he cared and that was the last thing on his mind. No, he was getting revenge.

Nobara popped the sucker from her mouth and grinned, her single eye looking a little too gleefully in his direction, “Is that what you call it nowadays? Too scared to call it what it is?”

Maki swung an arm around her shoulder and joined in, “Be careful, if you say the F-word, he might run away screaming.”

“Poor idiot Yuuji, falling for someone so constipated, he can’t even sort out his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. Oops, do you think he can spell?”

Sukuna puts out the cigarette he’d been smoking and reminds himself that Yuuji wouldn’t like it if his friends up and disappeared one day. Not even if they were the ones provoking him, “Don't you two lesbians have anything better to do? Like go fuck in a car or blow shit up?”

Maki laughed, “Fucked already, currently blowing shit up, is it working? How close to exploding do you think you are on a scale of one shit to five shits?”

“Maybe we should show him the other pictures Yuuji sent us,” Nobara grinned, taking out her phone from her pocket. 

And hell no, Sukuna did not freeze and no, he also didn’t relax slightly when Megumi’s monotone voice announced, “There are no other pictures.”

Sukuna considers his options. At this time of night, he was blessed with no witnesses and both Maki and Nobara were huddled on the ghats so close to the river that he really had the perfect situation to get away with murder. As if sensing his thoughts, Megumi sighed, “You’re proving them right, you know.”

Sukuna had planned to spare Megumi but perhaps a little scare would do wonders on the kid. 

“Besides,” Nobara adds, “We’re Yuuji’s friends. We should be endorsing his slut era, not getting mad. What kind of a boyfriend are you?”

“The kind,” Sukuna grits out, “that gives no shits. I’m out. Get yourselves home you pack of stray delinquents.” 

As he walks away, Nobara yells out, “You’re like two years older than Maki!” 

“Yeah, two years on each of her ass hairs!” he yells back. 

(And no, he did not let the three of them get into his car and he certainly didn’t drop them all off at Maki’s place. He left their asses by the river, went home and silently contemplated his revenge). 

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His revenge comes to him at the ass crack of dawn and if he hightails it to the local flower shop and shoves a few bills onto the counter with a single request ( I need a bouquet that aggressively says fuck you)...well, he thinks he’s perfectly justified. And no, him having slept only 2 hours has nothing to do with anything

Sadly, the first flower shop employee has no clue what kind of bouquet that would be (the fuck! What kind of person works at a flower shop and doesn’t know flower language?! He leaves the shop while calling the guy a useless idiot and that maybe Sukuna should give him a fuck you bouquet), while the second refuses to make it for him, even after (or perhaps especially after) he threatens to burn the place down. Figuratively. He’d never actually do that but apparently the guy didn’t know and he’d hightailed it back to his car before the guy could untangle himself enough to call for help

It’s only after he’s driven around for about 2 hours that he finds some dingy old flower shop willing to give him what he wants. The owner looks like he’s at least 500 years old but he laughs at the request. 

“Youngsters these days, so full of passion. This for your girl?”

“More like a snotty nosed brat,” he grumbles, his fingers tapping against the counter.

The old man just nods, “It’s a nice gift.”

Sukuna grins, “Won’t know what hit him. Bet he’d be too stupid. Hey, add one that means stupid in there.”

The bouquet ends up being a horrifically colorful mess of reds, oranges, yellows, and purples. Sukuna thinks it’s loud, angry, and exactly what he needs. He leaves the old man a tip and pockets the pamphlet with the meaning of the flowers. 

“As long as it means he’s stupid and needs to fuck off, I don’t care what else is written on there.”

The old man just laughs.

When Sukuna comes home he’s not even surprised to see Yuuji in the living room with the three parasites from last night playing on the console they set up a few months ago.

Yuuji doesn’t turn to him, too busy racing but Sukuna can hear his smile when he says, “Sukuna, you’re back! Where’d you go so early?”

Yuuji’s voice sounds tired. He even tries to stifle a yawn and Sukuna frowns, “Why are you awake? And didn’t I leave you three to rot by the river last night?”

“That’s not what you said when you tucked us in last night,” Maki teases. “Even gave Megumi a goodnight kiss.”

Megumi makes a disgusted sound, “Did not.”

“We heard some weirdo tried to rob a flower shop,” Nobara snickers. “Figured that was our cue to come see the show.”

The screen flashes their ranks in the race and Yuuji stretches, leaning back against the couch and smiles, “Kiss.”

But Sukuna doesn’t lean over to grant Yuuji’s request. Instead, he shoves the bouquet onto his waiting lips (and face). He squawks and Sukuna laughs. A few lose their petals and fall into Yuuji’s hair. 

Yuuji grabs the bouquet properly and Sukuna gets a front row seat to Yuuji’s reactions. He goes from confusion to delight, his pallor replaced by a healthy red and the tiredness in his eyes flees for a moment. He smells the flowers and grins, “Someone woke up sweet today. What are these for exactly?”

Sukuna smirks, “Fuck you.”

Nobara stage sings, “F-E-E-L-I-N-Gs.”

(The bouquet ends up in the kitchen and Sukuna slips the pamphlet the old man gave him under the makeshift vase.)

notes for this fic: - the prompt is based on this tumblr post - rhapshie also mentioned: "Yuuji is confused why Sukuna gave him a buncha of flowers but he just ends up blushing furiously <333 can be AU :)" -i went the AU route and only have a vague idea of everyone's circumstances and ages. for example, i know sukuna is older than everyone and that megumi is the youngest but i'm not sure how much younger. he's like the younger brother/cousin that always tags along with his older relative and their friends. i also have a vague idea that yuuji is in his 20s. he went through 3 different occupations as i wrote this, haha -i wanted to focus on Sukuna so i made the fic from his POV. i also really wanted nobara and maki to interact with sukuna and that somehow turned him into a chihuahua and dad/older brother figure?? LOL -i was curious about the flowers and found that they all also?? mean positive things. tbh idk how flower language works but according to a very quick search, while the bouquet means fuck you, it can also 1) be an apology - carnations, 2) encourages someone who is facing a challenge - orange lilies, 3) help reduce stress and bring comfort- meadowsweet & geraniums, and 4) means protection- foxglove. sukuna knows this double meaning (he totally read the pamphlet)

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Shoto: *sees a shirt for sale and stops dead in the street*

Izuku: Is this a good idea?

Shoto: It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.

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Shoto: *wearing a shirt that says I love my slut Dad*

Enji: …

Enji: I-

Enji: You know what, I love you too, Shoto.