We need to talk.
As I returned home after escorting everyone back, I found my mom waiting for me on the porch, a complex look on her face.
Then she uttered the four most dreaded words in any relationship.
"We need to talk."
I followed her into the house and sat across her and my father as they looked at me expectantly.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Don't you have something to tell us?" My father asked in return.
What now? I tried using mind reading on my father, only for him to glare at me.
His quirk had alerted him of it like always.
And here I thought my skills had improved. The more you know I guess!
I acted innocent and replied.
"No. Nothing in particular?"
"Alright then. If that's how you're going to play this, then how about you explain this!" He said, switching on the tv, only to press the wrong button.
"The blank screen?" I teased.
"You!" He replied, indignant, pressing the right button this time, as a news broadcast came on the screen.
".....Shikimori Haru, recently famous for his explosive and intensely divisive speech at the UA sports festival, has proven true to his word today, with the singlehanded capture of the notorious hero killer, Stain in the Hosu city attack by the League of Villains. Though he regrettably escaped from police custody shortly after.
Shikimori-kun's brave efforts in containing the League's human weapons, now known as Nomus was also noted by the public."
The broadcast then shifted onto the common public's testimonials on my actions.
"He was so cool, swooping down to save us. The Nomu was barely inches from my face when he was stopped by golden rings of light." A young boy who was on the train said.
"When we saw the villains, my first thought was, I'm going to die. My daughter is going to die. We're all going to die. But then another villain crashed onto the first and this boy jumped off it's back. I think he stopped them with his quirk. If you're seeing this, thank you so much. You saved our lives. I can't thank you enough." A middle aged mother of two said, as the broadcast panned back to the newsroom.
"Some though, have a wholly different view of the student's heroics, with the Hero Public Safety Commission condemning his actions as unnecessary and reckless, even as the heroes on the ground praise his efforts. He is today as he was last week, an increasingly divise figure in the modern discourse on hero society and the morality of heroics in action.
What's more intriguing is the recent video of the hero killer himself acknowledging Shikimori Haru as a true hero unlike the so called fakes he fights against...."
My father switched off the tv screen and looked at me, proud and disappointed at the same time.
"So..?" He asked.
"So what?" I said, confused.
"What were you doing in Hosu when your internship is in the suburbs on the other side of the district? Haru, playing truant is unbefitting of you! I expected more from you. A little bit of maturity for once." He scolded.
"But there was no internship work today! Sir Nighteye said so himself. You can ask him!" I said.
My parents looked surprised, as they contemplated my words, coming to terms with their assumptions of me being wrong.
Unwilling to let go of his framework though, as most asian parents tend to be, my father continued.
"If you didn't have internship work today, then why didn't you come straight home? Why were you loitering about in Hosu?" He asked.
"I was filming a documentary about Stain." I answered.
"You mean you were actively looking for a man that was known for killing heroes!" My mother said.
"No, momma. I was just taking interviews of locals and filming the locations where he'd done the stuff before. I happened upon him by complete chance!" I defended.
"Oh really? Then show me the interviews. You filmed them right?" She asked.
"I did but I forgot it in the commotion. But I really was just doing interviews!"
"The whole day? A whole day of interviews? Because I remember seeing a transaction alert at a mall in northern Hosu. You needed 56k for interviews?" My father interjected.
"Well not the whole day, but..." I said, only to be met by the glares of both of my parents.
"Fine. But you have to promise not to get mad at me. No matter what!" I said.
Their frowns softened suddenly, as they leaned closer to me, and assured.
"It's okay. We promise. But you have to tell us everything about it okay?"
"I'll try." I replied.
"So, is it drugs?" My mother prodded.
"Wait wha- , drugs? Really momma? That's how low you think of me?" I said, turning the conversational tables on her.
"That's not what I meant..." she said, reeling back.
"If it's not drugs, then what? Is it a girl?" My father asked.
"In a way, yes." I said, "But it's better if I show you. Are you up for a drive?"
"Where to?" He asked.
"Kamino, Yokohama." I answered.
As we arrived at the small apartment above the bar, I led my parents up the stairs to the door of my beloved, and with great courage summoned from the depths of my being, I knocked.
Once, then twice, before the door opened, revealing a pajama clad Himiko, looking like a snack in her own cute way.
"Darling~" she hummed, half asleep, leaning in for a kiss.
Only then did she spot them. My parents.
Immediately she shot to attention, as I dropped on her the same bombshell my mother dropped on me just hours ago.
"We need to talk."
She nodded, and let us in, before heading to the bedrooms to make sure that the kids were asleep.
As we settled on the couches, Himiko brought out mugs of tea, these in the style of kids cartoons.
That and the small bike I had bought for Haruto a couple weeks back was enough of a clue for them to catch on.
"How long?" My father asked, as my mother glared daggers into Himiko, who in turn shrunk inwards, nestling into me.
"How long what?" I asked, even as Himiko answered,
"Seven months left now."
"How long what? And what seven months left for what? We started dating two months ago?" I asked.
Immediately I used Laplace Junior to find out.
Oh no. Oh nononono.
Himiko looked me in the eyes and returned the favor for my earlier transgression, dropping the bombshell I joked about mere months ago.
"I'm pregnant."