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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Tiny Dancer

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Child Spotlight: Yuuri Todoroki! 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“Mama?”

“Yes, Yuuri-kun?”

“I want to do ballet.”

You were initially terrified of letting your son join ballet. Of course, you wanted to let Yuuri pursue his interests. It wasn’t often that the quiet little boy asked you something directly (every time he wanted something, he would shyly follow you around until you read his mind). Yuuri was the complete opposite of his twin sister, Yueru. Yueru was loud and made her feelings known. She loved to talk and get everyone’s attention. Yuuri on the other hand took after his older brothers, Aki and Haru. The three of them had their father’s calm and quiet personality. They were listeners in the background. Yuuri was extremely quiet, and sometimes it worried you. That’s why, when the little boy expressed his interest something directly to you, you were ecstatic.

However, as a mother, you were scared of him getting hurt. Though the times were changing, there were still people in society that did not see ballet as something that males could do. Just the thought of someone teasing him or breaking his little heart kept you up at night. Would he be the only boy in his class? Would the other kids accept him? How would the teachers treat him when they recognize his last name?

But you saw the way his eyes sparkled, glued to the TV screen as he mimicked the female representative from America performing at the Olympics. He turned back to face you with a determined look for a five-year-old. “I want to try ballet, mama.” He really wanted this, and you knew it.

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When Shouto got home, he knew that something was off immediately. Coming back from patrol, he’d open the door and called out, “I’m home!” As per usual, all five kids pounced on him, a chorus of “Dad!”s and “Papa!”s tumbling out of their mouths.

But you didn’t greet him. He brushed it off at first, taking off his boots and walks to the kitchen. You were probably busy making dinner! Walking under the archway, he smiles when he spots you, dutifully stirring a pot of what he thinks is curry.

“My love, I’m home.”

He watches you flinch, a frown forming on his face. Gently, he slips an arm around your waist and kisses the top of your hair. He sees you look up at him, trying to smile, but it’s obvious to him. You’re absentmindedly stirring the pot, eyebrows slightly furrowed, as you greet him.

“Ah, welcome home, Shou.” The subtle change in your usual facial expression was hard for others to catch on, but Shouto wasn’t others. He was your husband, your love, and he knew better. That face was the face you made when something was bugging you.

Something was scaring you, but you didn’t want to let it show. With a soft voice, he gently rubs your hip. “Love, what’s wrong?” Shouto smiles when you lean into his embrace, turning off the stove. “It’s Yuuri,” you admit, words quiet like a confession. “He told me that he wants to take ballet classes.” Shouto quirks a brow, not expecting his quietest son to express interest in ballet. He didn’t see anything wrong with it, but he wanted to know why it was bugging you.

“I’m happy that he’s showing interest, relieved that he’s found something he’s interested in,” you continue, voice still soft. “But… I’m scared, Shouto. What if he gets teased? What if he’s the only boy in the class? What if he doesn’t feel like he belongs?”

That was what’s bugging you. Shouto hated to see his darling so stressed. He wraps the other arm around your waist to hug you from behind properly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Yuuri is a strong kid,” Shouto said, voice full of reassurance. “He gets that from you.” The taller man presses a feathery kiss to your temple, watching you melt in his embrace. “I understand where you’re coming from, so lets figure this out together.”

After eating dinner and tucking all the children in for bed, your husband leads you to the couch and has you sit down on his lap. His mismatched eyes hold silent determination as he types away on his laptop, researching coed ballet studios in Hosu City and pulling up articles on male ballerinas. God, you made the right decision marrying this man, and he proves it to you every day. You lean into his chest, watching him research and playing with the edge of the blanket. After about ten minutes, Shouto gently strokes your hair.

“Here, love. Come and see.” You watch him click on various tabs open. “Ballet is good for boys, and there are so many male ballet dancers thriving.” Shouto shows you a video of a male Japanese ballet dancer being interviewed at an international competition in Seoul. He talks about his journey from when he was a little boy first starting. Once the video ends, Shouto moves to another tab and points to the screen

“This studio looks promising. It says that they welcome all students of all backgrounds and experience levels—even beginners interested.” You can’t help but smile, heart swelling in gratitude.

“Oh love,” you whispered, “thank you. I just want Yuuri to be happy.” Shouto smiles, brushing a stray strand of hair from your beautiful eyes that he’ll stare at all day if he could. “He already is happy because he has you as his mother. We’ll make sure that he’ll be taken care of together.”

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On Wednesday afternoon at 3:45pm, Shouto takes off early and leaves the agency. He walks past your favorite supermarket and stops across the entrance to the station. There, he sees you and his five children waiting by the entrance of the ballet studio. Yueru is the first one to notice him and runs up to her father. “Papa!” She grins, changed out of her school uniform into leggings and a simple shirt. Shouto chuckles and carries her.

“Yueru, my princess, how was school?”

“It was fun! We practiced our writing!”

“That sounds fun, are you going to try ballet?”

“Mhm!” Shouto smiles at her enthusiasm, heart fuzzy with love for his energetic little girl. He walks over to his family and kisses your forehead. “You good, baby?” You nod, lips curving into a gentle smile as you look up at your husband. “Yueru wanted to try the trial class too, so I had her change into extra clothes.” Shouto chuckles at the explanation and looks at his seven-year-old twin boys in their school uniforms. “Aki, Haru, did you boys have a good day at school?” They nod in perfect unison, something eerie at first glance but a cute trait that their parents have gotten used to. The red-haired twin Aki speaks up first. “We had our spelling test today.” “Oh really? How do you think you both did?” Haru speaks up next. “Good!” Their father ruffles their hair with an amused laugh before turning to find Yuuri. His gaze softens when he spots the young boy looking in the window of the studio. Shouto walks closer and crouches down to his son’s level as he watches him quietly observe what seemed to be the intermediate class of dancers finishing up their practice.

“Yuuri,” Shouto calls out softly. Yuuri looks at him with a shy smile.

“Papa…”

Standing back up, Shouto reaches his hand out to the five-year-old.

“Are you ready?”

Yuuri takes his father’s hand and looks down nervously. Shouto gently squeezes his hand and walks his back to the rest of the family. “It’s okay to feel nervous, but I know that you’re a strong boy Yuu-kun.” The man glances up at his four other beautiful children and his angelic wife before continuing.

“And you’ve got your family all here for you, so you’re not alone, okay?” His inspirational words seem to brighten his son’s mood because he watches Yuuri’s shoulders relax.

“Okay, papa, I’m ready.”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅2 years later𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

“Crap! We’re going to be late!”

At only 8:21 am in the morning, the Todoroki household was already buzzing with excitement, the family scrambling to get out the door.

“Where’s my shoes?!?” Yuuri called out, racing down the stairs. Weaving through the rooms, he digs through the piles of shoes by the door.

Hana, as usual, was more focused on clutching her stuffed rabbit than putting on her coat. She fusses and pouts, wrestling against Shouto’s grip as he struggles to put the little girl’s coat on. “Hana-chan, let’s put on the coat, yeah?” “Noo!”

“Found them!” In the kitchen, Aki emerges triumphant. He holds the black ballet shoes up in his right hand. To his right, his white-haired twin Haru pouts.

“I got it first! You took it from me!”

“No, I got it first!”

“Liar!”

“No, you’re a liar!”

Suddenly, cold hands grab both of their necks, causing them to yelp. Yueru giggles cheekily and grabs the ballet slippers before handing them to her own twin. Now that their fifth birthdays had past and their quirks manifested, the mischievous girl had full intent on utilizing her gift.

“Here, Yuu-kun!”

“Thank you, Yue-nee.”

“Thank you, Yue-chan,” you say cheerfully while packing your tote bag. ‘Juice, biscuits, napkins… water! Everything is here!’ “Okay, everyone put their shoes and coats on, and let’s go!” As you usher both sets of twins through the foyer and to the entrance area—’Oh shoot!’—you quickly grab Yueru’s recital bag.

Slipping your winter boots on, you notice your youngest still giving Shouto a difficult time. Though she has her coat on, she is squirming in her father’s arms, fussing and whining.

“Daddy,” Hana whined, clutching her rabbit tighter, “Sa-kun doesn’t want to go!!” Shouto sighs and maneuvers putting his own boots on while carrying the little girl. “Sa-kun can stay in the car while you watch your brother, okay? He’ll keep your seat warm.” Hana doesn’t stop fussing until you clear your throat. “Hana-chan, don’t be giving daddy a hard time.” Hearing your warning, she stops and pouts. “Sorry mama.”

With everyone finally ready, the family of seven finally makes it out the door. Shouto holds the door open as you herd the children toward the family van, the frosty morning air nipping at your cheeks. Hana shivers dramatically, burying her face into Shouto’s shoulder as he secures her in her car seat.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Your husband starts the car, and you turn around to check on all five kids.

“Everyone buckled up?”

“Yes mama!”

“Yes!” the elder twins say in sync, though Aki and Haru are glaring at each other in silent competition. Shouto doesn’t miss this and gives them a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “No fighting, or neither of you are getting hot chocolate after the recital.”

That earns a synchronized gasp, and they immediately sit straighter, lips sealed.

Hana, meanwhile, has her rabbit tucked under her arm, murmuring softly, “Sa-kun wants hot chocolate too.”

“I’ll make sure Sa-kun gets some,” you assure her with a wink. She grins, seemingly satisfied. “Hear that, Sa-kun? Mama said that you can have hot chocolate too!” You giggle to yourself as you watch your youngest play with her rabbit doll, then look at Yuuri.

“Yuuri?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Are you ready?” The seven-year-old bites his lip nervously. “I’m nervous, mama. What if I mess up?” Reaching over, you gently squeeze his hand as Shouto pulls out of the driveway.

“Don’t worry, Yuu-kun. You won’t—even if you, it’s okay.” “Your mother’s right,” Shouto adds, eyes still on the road. “No one expects you to be perfect the first time.” Suddenly, the other seven-year-old chimes in.

“We’ll all be cheering for you, Yuu-kun! I promise that I’ll cheer the loudest!” Yuuri lets go of your hand and smiles softly, intertwining his free hand with Yueru’s.

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

The car is soon filled with chatter and humming. Outside, the snow starts to let up, allowing the sun to shine on the chaotic yet happy family. Elton John and Ed Sheeran sing about Christmas on the radio as you hum along. In her car seat, Hana is in her own little world, telling her stuffed animal all about hot chocolate and how to keep her seat warm. “Mm… maybe you should come with me, Sa-kun. But you’ll have to be good,” she says, petting the rabbit’s ears. “Mama said.” As the van passes the local mall, Aki and Haru dig through their mother’s tote bag to find the chocolate biscuits.

And Yuuri and Yueru? The female twin rests her head on Yuuri’s shoulder, taking a nap. Their fingers still intertwined, Yuuri absentmindedly looks out the window, gaze curious and filled with childlike wonder.

As all this is happening, Shouto glances every now and then at his family, the family he’d do anything for: The twins’ playful mischief, Hana’s imaginative chatter, Yuuri’s quiet resolve, Yueru’s gentle support—and you, the glue holding them all together.

You meet eyes with the man, and flash him a warm smile that makes his chest tighten. It makes it tighten like when he first met you, like when he proposed to you, like when he married you. Even amidst the chaos of the household (he has no clue how you always have everything under control and he’s forever grateful for that), you’re always smiling and dealing with problems head on.

“You’re humming,” he teases lightly, voice soft enough so that only you can hear. You laugh, shrugging. “It’s a cute song, perfect reminder of the holiday a few days ago.” Just as the song ends, Shouto pulls into the local community center. “We’re here!” Aki announces as if no one has already noticed. The van is once again buzzing in excitement and chatter as Shouto parks the car.

“Alright everyone, let’s go!” Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reach for Yuuri’s recital bag. Shouto steps out first and opens the sliding door to let the kids tumble out in varying states of readiness. He goes around the care and helps Hana out of her seat, the little girl clutching her doll tightly. “It’s cold!” she whines (ever the drama queen), burying her face in her father’s scarf. “Let’s go inside quickly, then,” Shouto speaks softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Aki lets Haru out, giving him an exaggerated bow amidst his thick coat. “You’re welcome, your highness,” the red-haired twin mocks, earning a kick to the shin by his twin. “Boys,” you warn, tone clearly not in the mood for their bickering. They shut up (knowing better than to make you angry) and quietly stand with Shouto while you help the sleepy Yueru out of her seat. Yuuri follows along after her.

Inside, the community center is warm and cozy. You enter the theater room and scan the dark space for enough seats.

“Love, can you take Yuuri to his teacher backstage? I’ll get everyone situated.”

“Of course, darling.” You and your husband trade what you’re carrying: He slips your youngest into your arms while you hand him Yuuri’s recital bag. “Yuu-kun,” you say, smile on your face. “Papa’s going to take you backstage, okay?” The little boy nods. “Okay mama.” You bend down to kiss his forehead. “Good luck, my little star. Have fun!” He smiles bashfully, his cheeks flushing even redder when all of his siblings cheer for him.

“Good luck, Yuu-kun!”

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Once Shouto is confident that Yuuri is situated with his group, he walks back to where the rest of his family is situated. He sits down next to you and smiles, gently squeezing your hand. Hana, oblivious to this, proceeds to climb onto Shouto’s lap from yours. “Daddy, is Yuu-nii gonna be on stage soon?” she whispers, doe eyes filled with curiosity. “Very soon, Hana-chan,” Shouto answers, brushing a stray strand of hair from his little princess’ face. He turns to his right and notices Yueru swinging her legs slightly.

“Yue-chan, are you excited to see your brother perform?” She nods enthusiastically but tries to keep an inside voice. “Mhm! I promised him that I’d cheer the loudest!” The man chuckles and gently pats her hair.

The house lights dim even further, causing the room to fall quiet. The stage lights flicker on and illuminate the red curtains. When the opening music starts, the drapes begin to part.

There, standing in his little rat costume amongst a group of rats, is a familiar mop of red and white hair. His posture is poised, little hands held in perform form like the rest of the ballet dancers. His face holds an unwavering look of determination and nervousness.

But most importantly, the bright smile on his face is all you need to tell that he’s doing what he likes, and that’s most important thing for both you and Shouto.

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A/N: (Belated) Merry Christmas everyone!! Thank you very much for reading this Todoroki family child spotlight fic and I hope that you enjoyed it <3 Once the new year rolls in, I'll be doing more child spotlight fics because doing this one was so fun!!! I hope that it wasn't too hard to follow, the headcanons and ideas in my head are all one jumbled mixed pot of spam goulash yum (๑-﹏-๑) Yuuri is absolutely adorable in my head, and i'll get the proper family description out next year (lol)! Just imagine a mini version of Shouto: calm cool and collected (hahahahaha im sorry that wasn't funny)

Anyways!! Thank you thank you thank you so much again for all of your love and support! Every comment, every like, and every reblog motivates me to continue (being delusional) dreaming and creating! Thank you for being a part of this journey and for keeping the magic of my stories alive.

With love (happy new year!!), FujoshiRat

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