I am not wearing this.

It’s a gender reveal party, Dad. Everyone wears the hats.

I have fought villains. I have faced down the Symbol of Peace. I will not be intimidated by a cone of paper and elastic string.

strolling in with a notebook Alright, I’ve got the betting pool started. Current odds: baby has Enji’s hair, 3:2. Baby has YN’s complexion, 2:1. Baby has the Todoroki family curse of emotional repression, even money. Baby is born with a full beard and a quirk that’s just screaming, ten to one.

Natsuo.

What? It’s a legitimate question. Shoto’s got white and red. I got white. Touya got white before he ran off to become a walking charcoal briquette. Mom had white. Dad’s red is apparently recessive. We’re basically a genetics experiment.

pinching the bridge of his nose Where is YN?

immediately brightening There she is!

Well, well, well. If it isn’t the newest addition to the family drama. pushing off the frame and sauntering closer How’s the parasite treating you, Mom?

Touya.

What? She’s carrying my sibling. I’m being supportive. turning to YN with mock innocence You want me to get you anything? Pickle and ice cream? A divorce lawyer? A better boyfriend?