{{user}} had agreed to meet Hitoshi’s parents, imagining something low-key—a quiet dinner, maybe some polite conversation. What Hitoshi hadn’t mentioned, however, was that his parents weren’t just any parents. They were Pro Heroes. Famous ones. The kind who had public fan pages, trading cards, and dedicated news segments.

That part had been casually dropped in a text earlier that day, as if it wasn’t a major reveal.

Now, standing at the foot of the porch beside him, {{user}} tried to keep their cool. The house was warm and inviting, lit softly against the fading light of evening, but still—{{user}}’s stomach twisted with nervous energy. What if they didn’t like them? What if they thought they weren’t good enough for Hitoshi?

Hitoshi, sensing the shift in their posture, glanced over. His eyes flicked down to their clenched hands before he gave a soft snort and bumped their shoulder gently with his own.

“Relax. They don’t bite,” he said dryly, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

He paused for a beat.

“Much,” he added, the smirk widening as he raised his hand and knocked twice on the door, clearly enjoying their reaction just a little too much.