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incensuous · 4 years ago

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fuyumi’s prince

fandom(s); bnha. i still continue to not go here character(s): the todosibs. dabi & fuyumi & natsuo & shouto. fuyumi and dabi are twins. mostly revolving around the todobros’ relationship with fuyumi more than each other rating: gen words: 2872

i ship them but this can be read either way, shippy or gen. i just wanted to write an indulgent fic of fuyumi being doted on because that’s what she DESERVES.

the todoroki brothers argue who fuyumi loves the most.

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“Who gets to be the knight today?”

“It should be Yumi’s favorite brother.”

“What?” Natsuo balks, as he stares at his older brother. “You? Says who?”

“Says me. I’m obviously Yumi’s favorite,” Touya shrugs, completely unaffected by Natsuo’s anger. When Natsuo continues to glower at him, Touya gives him a pointed look. “Come on, I’m her twin, Natsu. Twins are super special. I’ve known her the longest too.”

Natsuo gracefully responds with a fat raspberry. “No way, Nii-san. Just because you were born with her doesn’t make you that special. I make her laugh the most. And for being her twin, you barely even look like her. I look more like Yumi-nee.”

“I warm her up when she’s too cold, and she cools me down when I’m too hot,” Touya retorts. “We balance each other out, because we’re special twins.”

Shouto, for once, is able to join them, considering their father is away for the day. He peers into the living room from the doorway, drawn to the noise of them bickering. He is not exactly sure what his brothers are arguing about, but he doesn’t like feeling left out nor the thought of Fuyumi liking his brothers more than him.

He clambers closer and pipes up, “Nee-san always calls me her baby brother. And she kisses me good night and good morning.” He ponders in what other ways Fuyumi has shown her favor towards him, but he can’t come up with them.

Natsuo pouts, crossing his arms. “Yumi-nee calls me her baby brother too!” He’d protest when Fuyumi called him that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like it.

“What’s going on?”

The brothers swivel their head to the newcomer, the person in question herself. They all ask at once:

“Yumi--”

“Yumi-nee--”

“Nee-san--”

“I’m your favorite, right?”

Fuyumi blinks as the three of them begin to bicker amongst themselves, listing off the miscellaneous reasons why Fuyumi would favor them the most, not even letting her respond.

She gently sighs and links her arms through Touya and Natsuo’s, then takes Shouto’s little hand, making them all sit on the living room floor.

“You’re all my brothers, you’re all my favorite people in the world,” Fuyumi states firmly.

“But you can only marry one of us,” Natsuo declares.

She blinks, taking a moment to process what he’d just said. “Marry?”

“Yeah, you marry the person you love the most, right?” Natsuo demands, obstinately.

Shouto hadn’t known this was part of the debate but he thinks he would, in fact, like that. He stares up at his sister, intently.

Fuyumi gapes, trying to find the words, before sighing and laughing. “Touya, Natsu, Shou--we can’t get married. Brothers and sisters don’t get married.”

Shouto furrows his brows. “Then who are you gonna marry, Nee-san?” He doesn’t want to think about some stranger marrying her--even worse, he doesn’t want anyone like their father marrying her.

She blushes now. “N-no, it’s too early for that, Shou.” She smooths his hair away from his eyes, and cups his rounded cheek. “You don’t have to worry about it, okay?”

Touya butts in, angrily. “I don’t care if we can’t. What if…” He trails off, glowering--not at her, but with indignation at the idea someone was going to stop him from protecting his own twin sister from the evil clutches of marriage. They all know what he means.

What if Fuyumi goes the path of their mother, married off to a monster of a husband?

Fuyumi breaks into a watery smile, feeling warmed and a little bittersweet. She stares at their small, concerned faces, and assures them, “I can take care of myself.”

“We’re your brothers, we have to protect you too, though,” Natsuo frowns, scooting closer.

Fuyumi wraps her arms around all three of them, squishing Shouto in the middle. He whines faintly for a moment but then settles easily, leaning closer to his sister. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Even though Fuyumi insisted she loved them all the same, Touya had suggested a race to decide who would play Fuyumi’s knight.

Shouto doesn’t want to complain, but he thinks it’s quite unfair, considering he’s so much younger than his brothers. His little legs wouldn’t be able to win against theirs. Neither of them seem to care about this injustice, so when Fuyumi counts them off, Touya and Natsuo promptly slip on their asses, while Shouto shuffles his way to victory.

He turns around with a small grin. “You never said we couldn’t use our quirks.”

Touya and Natsuo refuse to admit defeat but laughter gets the best of them and they let Shouto be the prince… again.

---

It’s strange, having his long-lost sibling seemingly come back to life, and now, Dabi himself is sitting on the couch of their new house with them.

A wayward childhood memory comes to Shouto, as the three brothers awkwardly watch some movie of a princess being saved by a prince.

“Hey, remember how we decided I was Nee-san’s favorite?”

The other two immediately turn their heads to look at him with raised, incredulous eyebrows.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“First of all, you cheated, kiddo. Also, I repeat--I’m her twin,” Dabi drawls and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, well, who Facetimes her every night?” Natsuo counters, from the middle.

Shouto is surprised. He knows Fuyumi and Natsuo are a bit closer than the rest of them, due to the unfortunate Todoroki family dynamics, but he had no idea they talked every night. He finds himself feeling guilty, considering he only briefly texts Fuyumi on occasion, and usually only in reply.

He wants to add to the debate of Fuyumi’s favoritism, but unfortunately he can’t think of a proper reason why Fuyumi would love him the most.

“Eh, Shouto really is Yumi-nee’s baby after all.”

Shouto raises an eyebrow. Is that meant to be insulting?

Dabi glances over. “You’re right.”

“What do you mean?”

His two older brothers stare at him. “You really don’t remember?”

He shakes his head, not sure what he’s supposed to be remembering.

“She spoiled you,” Natsuo explains, on the verge of jealousy. “I mean, she doted on all of us. But she always brought you extra snacks, would save her own to make sure you had some. Probably because Dad didn’t let you have any. She’d risk sneaking into your room, to read to you, hold you until you fell asleep and would sneak back. She never told you no. You were definitely her baby.”

“Well,” Dabi shrugs, “even if you don’t remember it, she was definitely your favorite at least. You liked her best.”

Natsuo nods. “You always wanted her around, followed her everywhere too. Like a little duck,” he snorts.

The door timely opens and Fuyumi comes through, hauling heavy grocery bags, then pauses when she catches sight of three pouting brothers, sitting in line on the couch, watching the television in silence.

Natsuo dramatically hops to his feet, rushing over to her. “Here, let me get the groceries for you, Yumi-nee!” He tilts his head towards his brothers just long enough to give them a shit-eating grin. “You just go sit down, I got dinner from here.”

Fuyumi raises an eyebrow. It’s true Natsuo had started to improve his culinary skills once moving out and beginning college, with her constant coaching over the phone. But regardless, Fuyumi did enjoy cooking and Natsuo wholeheartedly admitted he’d missed her food, whining occasionally for her to make his favorites.

“Okay…?” She blinks at Natsuo, who scoops up all the groceries effortlessly into his broad arms. While Fuyumi is caught off-guard, she sees no reason to stop him. She takes off her shoes and heads to the living room couch, only to find their other brothers staring at Natsuo in shock and… anger?

Fuyumi furrows her brow and looks closer. Yup, Dabi and Shouto are definitely giving Natsuo the stink eye right now.

“Are you guys okay?” she hedges.

Their attention snaps to her. They assure her nothing is awry, before she plops down in between, taking Natsuo’s vacated seat.

“Let me know if you need help, okay, Natsu?” she calls.

“Don’t worry about it, Yumi-nee~” he singsongs, confusing Fuyumi further.

The Todorokis are hardly a normal bunch, but they were acting particularly weird today.

Dabi leans over, throwing his arm around her shoulder. “How was your day, Yumi? The whelps giving you trouble?”

Fuyumi shoots him a strange look, which he pointedly ignores. Dabi asking about her day isn’t completely odd, but the way he asks feels… intentional. Still, since coming back into their lives, some things had come easier than others, and she appreciates him making an effort for her.

“Uh, fine,” she manages, leaning into Dabi’s familiar warm side, resting her head against his shoulder without even thinking of it. It reminds her of when they were kids. “No one misbehaved too badly. Nothing I couldn’t handle at least, after years of dealing with you three,” she snorts.

“Was I that bad?” Shouto pipes up.

Fuyumi laughs softly. “No, Shou, you were fine. You had your moments,” she gives him a pointed stare, “but you were the most quiet, for sure.” She pats his hand fondly. When she moves her hand away, Shouto instead grabs it and holds it gently with his.

Fuyumi raises her eyebrows. Her youngest brother isn’t normally so touchy--most of them aren’t really, not in their household--but she appreciates it, and gives him a small squeeze in return.

Shouto, above their sister’s head, gives Dabi a tiny smirk.

Dabi’s eye twitches, but before he can make any more conversation, Fuyumi announces she’s going to get changed.

As soon as the door of her room closes, Dabi stands and rounds on Natsuo. “Move aside, ass-kisser, I’ll help.”

“Hey,” Natsuo protests. “I’m just doing what Yumi-nee’s favorite brother would do, aniki.”

“Besides, weren’t you banned from cooking after you burned half the kitchen? …Without your quirk?” Shouto enters behind Dabi.

“Hey!” Dabi barks. “That was a long time ago.”

“Did you become a chef with the League of Villains then?” Natsuo sneers.

“Uh… what’s going on?” Fuyumi stands at the threshold in a plain t-shirt and shorts, puzzled over why their small kitchen is being crowded in with all three of her brothers.

“Nothing,” the three chorus, turning around. Fuyumi can practically see the fraudulent halos over their heads.

“Yumi, let me give you a massage, just like old times. Like I did all the time, when we were kids,” Dabi offers, smirking at his brothers.

He’s about to lead her away, when Shouto grabs Fuyumi’s hand. “Let me do it,” he insists. “My quirk is perfect for it, anyways, right?”

Natsuo does snort at that. “When did Shouto start telling jokes?”

Dabi relents, with a small smile. “Alright, Icy-Hot brat. Go ahead.”

Shouto leads his sister back to the couch, where he stands behind her and places his hands, one hot and one cold as always, on her shoulders.

“Thank you, Shou,” she sighs, leaning back. “You really don’t have to, you know.”

“It’s the least I can do, Nee-san,” Shouto assures her. “Your shoulders must be pretty sore, from carrying our entire family on your back.”

Dabi lets out a sharp laugh. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Dinner goes well. Natsuo makes a rather good okonomiyaki, and Fuyumi compliments his progress. He beams.

The four of them meander their way back to the living room, and it’s clear Fuyumi couldn’t be any happier, with the four of them spending time together.

Just as Natsuo enthusiastically suggests a video game, Dabi rises to his feet. “I’ll join the next round. I’ll be right back,” he assures them, flippantly, sauntering out the door.

Fuyumi frowns, worried, but Shouto and Natsuo simply shrug. They trust Dabi to handle himself, whatever business he is attending to.

Natsuo had just claimed sweet victory, ready to gloat in his siblings’ faces, when the door clicked back open.

Dabi shuffles into the entryway and when he meets all their expectant gazes, he awkwardly offers, after a beat, “I’m back.” It isn’t a tradition he’s used to doing, not since he’d left.

“Welcome back,” Fuyumi readily replies.

Dabi lifts up the small plastic bag. “Dessert,” he says, by way of explanation.

Fuyumi’s eyes sparkle as he hands her a familiar frozen carton. “Matcha?” she squeals.

The corner of his scarred lips quirk up. “Of course.”

“I’ll get the spoons,” she announces, setting the ice cream on the coffee table and dashing off to the kitchen.

Instead of a glare, Natsuo simply eyes his older brother carefully.

“What?” Dabi grunts, plopping down on the couch.

“Nothing,” Natsuo grins. “Just surprised you remembered her favorite, after all this time.”

Fuyumi returns and doles out the utensils, then the four of them indulge in eating straight from the tub, something they never were able to do as children.

“Ugh, brain freeze,” Natsuo whines, as he flops backwards onto the couch in his anguish.

“Can’t relate,” Shouto shrugs, after taking another spoonful of ice cream.

“Shut it, Shou.”

Fuyumi laughs, leaning back, her shoulder pressed against Natsuo’s.

“Now, today was a great day,” she sighs, contentedly, before frowning slightly, eyeing all three of her brothers. “But, you guys gotta spill. What the heck have you been up to?”

They freeze, making eye contact with each other.

“Someone’s gotta talk,” Fuyumi presses. “Did one of you break something? Is there a dead body?”

“Come on, Yumi-nee,” Natsuo lifts his head. “Can’t we just want to be nice to our best sister?”

She rolls her eyes. “Spill.”

Shouto is the one who comes clean, sheepishly. “We… were trying to see who was your favorite brother, Nee-san.”

Fuyumi blinks. “What?”

Dabi chuckles. “Me and Natsu couldn’t let it go, I guess, since Shouto cheated when we were kids.”

Fuyumi stares at him blankly for a few moments, before the words click and the memory comes back together.

“Oh gosh, that day you guys fought over who would get to be the prince?”

“Your prince,” Natsu corrects her.

She slowly dissolves into laughter, holding her stomach. “Is that all? You guys already know the answer. You’re all my favorite.”

“Just like how Dad doesn’t have a favorite?” Natsuo rolls his eyes. Fuyumi smacks his arm and he winces. “Okay, that was my bad.”

“I’m serious,” Fuyumi tells them earnestly. “You guys know me better than that.”

“Yeah,” Dabi nods, with a slight smile. “We do.”

They spend the rest of the night playing video games and watching a few bad television shows, laughter flowing freely between them. The living room feels warm and soft, and the sofa is maybe a little too small for all four siblings, but it’s everything Fuyumi had dreamt of for years.

Towards midnight, Dabi feels a familiar weight on his shoulder. Unsurprisingly, he finds Fuyumi fast asleep, pressed into his side, and the sight reminds him of the few soft memories he still had.

He shifts, moving to lift her. “Alright, brats, I think it’s Yumi’s bedtime.”

Natsuo and Shouto scoot out of his way as he carries their sister to her bedroom.

With more care than he’d done anything in a long time, he sets Fuyumi on her bed, gingerly removing her glasses and pulling the covers over her. He stares at her sleeping face for a few moments, and just as he’s about to leave, he feels her small hand tug at his shirt.

Her bleary eyes squint up at him in the darkness. “Touya, please don’t leave.”

His heart breaks a little more. “I’m not going anywhere, Yumi. Not tonight.”

She doesn’t let go. “No, I mean…” He thinks she might be blushing. “Will you sleep with me? All of you guys, just like old times?”

For one brief moment, Dabi is about to protest it would be cramped, even in her queen-sized bed--especially with how big Natsuo has grown--but this is his Fuyumi, and after all she’s done, this is quite honestly the least he can do.

He simply nods, and then proceeds to retrieve their brothers, who follow him without question or complaint.

They dogpile into her bed, half on top of one another, and yet Fuyumi lets out the happiest sigh, as she’s squeezed into the middle with Shouto. She nuzzles Shouto close, grabs Natsuo’s hand, and leans back into Dabi.

Yawning, Fuyumi murmurs softly, “Love you guys. Good night.”

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