I was thinking about your Pretty Young Thing AU and started wondering: While Oboro has a great group of friends does anyone dislike the age gap? Is he called a MILF Hunter in a mean way? Is Inko scorned for getting with a rich young man? I’m assuming when they get more serious he helps her divorce Hisashi, does this happen and how does he react? (Does Inko lose friends *cough*Mitsuki*cough* over this? Does she get shunned by the hospital?!)
Oh god imagine the media.
… also agreeing seeing your post on IiDeku: I would love to point out the opportunity for childhood friends to lovers IiDeku here.
You caught me right on an upswing of energy that came out of nowhere so I apologize if this gets out of hand.
In Oboro’s immediate circle everyone is pretty chill. He gets some side eyes from some of the other heroes. Endeavor once made a snide comment but got quiet real quick when Oboro asked how much older he was than his wife. I can see there being mostly an issue because Inko is older than Oboro as heroics is, unfortunately, a pretty male heavy industry to be in so while taking a younger wife/lover is seen as normal a man having an older woman for a partner would cause some raised eyebrows. Considering I see adult Oboro as well over six foot and jacked with heavy scarring (and probably pretty high up in rankings tbh. I could see him at least in the top fifty) no one is bold enough to say anything to his face for the most part. Particularly after he cuts the “locker room talk” real short and may or may not come home with busted knuckles once or twice.
But Inko, poor sweet Inko.
After the first pictures leak of the two of them together while she’s at work, her coworkers start talking behind her back. “Isn’t she married?” “Have you seen his face?” “No wonder her husband left her.” And she’s not blind, okay. She knows that there’s a type that men like Oboro tend to chase after and it’s not her. She’s short, has packed on a few pounds between late shifts and being a single mom, and while she sees herself as pretty she’s no model. Still, those first words he said to her ring in her ears whenever she starts to doubt. “I think that’s my choice, yeah?” And he chose her. Time and time again, he came back and proved that he loved her and that he was happy with her. That he wanted to be a part of her family.
So she keeps her head high and tries not to let the whispers get to her. She does love her job, works herself to the bone even after getting with Oboro, so she tries not to pay any mind to the hisses of “gold digger” sink in either. Oboro chose her, respected her, loved her and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.
(It hurt, however, when Mitsuki pulled away. “You couldn’t even get divorced first?” She asked as if Inko’s husband hadn’t put the entire globe between them and left her with the barest scraps of a savings account that she had never put his name on and a one bedroom apartment to raise their child. As if she hadn’t had to hold Izuku as they cried year after year when Hisashi ‘forgot’ to call for birthdays or Christmas. As if she hadn’t slept on a couch for years so Izuku could have the bedroom until she saved up enough to rent them their two bedroom. Inko had been single in every way but in a court of law for years and she thought the woman who was her best friend would be happy that she had finally found someone who cared in the way Hisashi never had.)
The media storm was initially terrible but through a few favors and a possible deal with the devil (Oboro agreeing to also teach at UA) it was silenced ruthlessly. Hizashi alone was responsible for the end of no less than fifteen journalists’ careers and Nezu sunk so many gossip rags and talk shows that he is the Macbeth of the industry. No one dares speak his name lest they summon his wrath.
But for Hisashi?
He had all but forgotten his wife and kid. Had moved on. They weren’t his problem. Inko could handle it. After all, he was the man of the house. Of course he should be out making them money. Never mind that he never sent any of that money back home, never mind that he hadn’t so much as thought his wife’s name in years, never mind that he brought plenty of other women to bed and had sold his wedding ring for a new watch.
Then he gets served divorce papers and his perfect little fantasy shatters around him.
Inko didn’t want him anymore. Didn’t need him. And when he finally found the right number for her after dozens of calls that were definitely jacking up his phone bill a man answered.
“Shirakumo residence.”
“I want to talk to my wife”
“Who?”
“Midoriya. Inko.”
“Oh I think you mean my future wife.”
Needless to say Hisashi ended up throwing his phone at a wall and Oboro gained an enemy for life. Not that he cares. He has Izuku hanging off of his arm as they chattered away about a cat they saw with Uncle Shou when they were walking back from the park and Inko laughing with Nemuri in the kitchen over glasses of wine. He has his family, all of it, close at hand.
(And years down the line when Izuku comes to him and Inko to tell them about their “new boyfriend” that Oboro has watched them slowly fall in love with over the last nine or so years he also has five hundred yen of Tensei’s hard earned paycheck and the knowledge that his kid is going to end up just as happy as Oboro is.)
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They had a bit of a chance encounter on a day where Blueblood was dealing with something that was very difficult and was so caught up in his emotions he didn’t even care that he was in the garden getting grass stans on his coat and Ditzy, with her natural impulse to cheer ponies up, didn’t even notice or care that she was flying into the palace gardens when she saw someone sat in the rain.
At first he was definitely going to call the castle guards to come apprehend this strange filly with the odd eyes who was intruding when this was the last moment he’d want to entertain any desperate debutantes, however she surprised him by not fawning or anything, not even caring about his status, just putting one of her fluffy wings up and asking if he needed somepony to lend an ear.
“Don’t let my eyes fool you, my ears work just fine!”
She was incredibly disarming and while he didn’t reveal everything about why he was upset, he found himself talking about his feelings to her. And she made such cheerful remarks, and was very comforting. In the end, he felt better and she came to check on him the next day, even sharing a blueberry muffin with him. He remarked that he’d never seen her around before, and that he wouldn’t mind terribly seeing her more often.
The rest, as they say, is history.
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