The Todoroki family house was huge, his entire apartment building could easily fit inside just the courtyard!

He didn't belong in a nice place like this! What on earth was he even going to say, or do for that matter? Sure, Endeavour had been the one to invite him over for dinner as thanks for igniting his Shoto's passions and putting him on the path to number one.

"Shoto even said he was okay with it," Izuku mumbled as he paced a healthy distance across the street from the front door. In truth he had nothing to worry about, it wasn't like it was Ochaco that had invited him over for dinner or anything. It was just going to be an awkward dinner with Shoto and his father.

"Ahh, why did I say yes! This is so stressful!" He wasn't any good at awkward situations, despite how often he found himself in them. What if he said something to embarrass himself? Or make Endeavor mad, or exposed All Might's secret on accident, or that he was originally quirkless.

Okay, all he had to do was calm down and take deep steady breaths. All Might had said that he should go, Endeavor was influential and an important hero, that's why it was important for him to make an appearance so that way just maybe he'd get a sponsor or two after him.

With his entire body shaking like he was using One for All on his Heart he walked to the front door. Deep steady breaths, deep steady breaths. He knocked briefly on the door. Wait, what if there was a door bell? Or something else was this even the right door? It was so large there was no way that anybody heard him or…

"Oh!" A female voice called from the other side. "O-one, moment! I'll, I'll just be a moment!"

He heard scraping, and then the sound of feet running down a long hallway.

The door opened to reveal, a woman that had to be Shoto's older sister, with snow white hair sparsely licked by streaks of red, dull blue eyes framed by square glasses. Nobody said anything about having dinner with a beautiful girl! "I umm… Hello!"

His face felt warm, and his heart was beating faster and faster, it was worse than when Ochaco hugged him! She was… she was so… "Izuku I Midoriya am."

Crud how could he mess up his own introduction?

"Oh!" The girl looked down at his extended hand, a blush of her own was clearly visible on her pale skin, a hand ran up to her mouth as her eyes locked onto his. "I umm, well that is I'm Fuyumi Todoroki, Shoto's older sister."

Fuyumi, the name of a goddess that the angels sang about.

For what seemed like ages they stood opposite of each other an uneasy smile on their faces. It was awkward, but it was a good kind of awkward that… actually, there was no good kind of awkward, but that did not stop a warm feeling from spreading throughout his body as he failed to maintain eye contact with Fuyumi.

Just as much as he was failing so was she, constantly shifting and squirming and pushing her glasses up. It was too adorable to look at!

"Are you two just going to stand there all day?" Shoto appeared from behind Fuyumi, startling both of them.

"Sorry please come in!" Fuyumi began to bow.

At the same time, Izuku also began to bow. "Sorry may I come in?"

The sound of coconut bouncing off of coconut echoed throughout the Todoroki family compound as Izuku and Fuyumi collided mid bow.

"Ow, sorry! Ow, ow!" Fuyumi groaned at the recoil, immediately nursing her growing bruise.

"Sorry, ow! Sorry sorry!" Izuku took a step back, rubbing his own head, he probably did more damage to her, but it still freak'n hurt!

Shoto stood in the hallway offering them a slow clap that only made things worse. "Wow, I'm sure you two will get along great, anyways, since my sister can't seem to invite you in, welcome to our home Izuku."

"Shoto," Fuyumi turned to her brother, one hand still rubbing her forehead. "Please be polite to our guest."

"I am, at least I haven't physically assaulted him yet."

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Even when he wasn't spouting the flames of Endeavour Enji Todoroki was a hulking firestorm of a man that seemed ready to incinerate anything that he deemed unworthy. Fortunately for Izuku, Enji's eyes were so focused on the encroaching blizzard that was Shoto.

And floating in the middle of the two like a peaceful spring day far away from danger and strife was Fuyumi, who seemed just as nervous and unsure about all this as he was.

"So, I umm, hope you all enjoy the dinner I made," Fuyumi gestured to the modest spread, set out before them. In all honesty, it smelled fantastic like something that his mom would have made. "Our brothers couldn't make it but, please enjoy yourself Izuku and welcome to our home."

"You made this?" Izuku looked at the food with even more awe that he had moments ago. With how wealthy Endeavor was he assumed that he'd have servants or butlers, or somebody to cook for him. "It looks amazing."

He'd yet to actually taste anything, but the smell was filled with the spices of a home cooked meal. The smell was such that he could get just the faintest taste of the meal by smelling it.

"Don't let it fool you," Shoto finally stopped glaring at his father long enough to talk to Izuku. "Cooking is easy with her quirk."

Fuyumi swatted her brother's shoulder, "It's not really special, I can just tell the temperatures of things, and make small adjustments to them, it's nothing flashy like dad's or Shoto's."

"It's proven surprisingly useful for training." Enji grumble like an active volcano as he began to take great handfuls of the meal like he was a conquering hero setting down for a feast. "To say nothing of her cooking."

Despite everything about what Shoto had told him about Endeavor Izuku could have sworn he heard something close to pride in the man's tone.

Still, a quirk that could tell temperature of objects, clearly it was visual like Mr. Aizawa's quirk, or perhaps it was touch based and she had some of the similar heat immunities that Endeavor and Shoto had, or perhaps it was like some kind of sixth sense that simply allowed her to make those adjustments. What was its range? How much could she heat or cool? "Amazing."

"Is he always like this?" Enji grumbled taking another large bite of food.

It was then that Izuku became aware that he had been mumbling about Fuyumi's quirk, judging by the girls face he must have been doing so for quite a while. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Izuku has a habit of over analyze quirks, it's useful in a fight and allows him to think up strategies on the fly." Shoto also began to help himself to the food. "He easily could have won our fight if he hadn't been trying so hard to help me."

"I'm aware of that," The volcano in the room was getting ready to explode. "You should have been using your fire from the start, It's good that you found a rival that can drive you forward, better now than in the heat of battle!"

Again, was that fatherly concern in Endeavor's voice?

As Shoto and Enji argued Izuku eyed the food set before him and looked across at Fuyumi, who was quick to give him a nod of approval.

Just as he was about to reach out and grab some of her food himself, Enji slammed a flaming fist down on the table.

"And you!" The flame's vanished as Enji's sudden spike of anger faded. "I invited you over here as a thank you for igniting my Son's passion and showing him that he can't go through life half-assing things. But there's another reason, and I want some clear answers."

Oh no here it comes he was going to question him about how he got his quirk, wait maybe Endeavor already knew and simply wanted to confirm? But they why would he lure him here and not just ask All Might himself?

"Is All Might your father?"

How many people were going to ask him that? "No, my dad has a job abroad as a spot welder in Alaska, being able to breathe fire also kind of makes him immune to cold."

"Oh, so your father could breathe fire then… Hmm," Enji closed his eyes and tapped his fingers against the table. "Then, how do you have All Might's quirk?"

"Father!" Fuyumi's voice was like an angel descending from the heavens to save him from the devil. "You know that quirks aren't entirely based on genetics, so please stop intimidating our guest!"

She tried her best to maintain a glare against her father but only last a few seconds before she backed down.

"I already asked him that," Shoto spoke up, breaking the tension. "Izuku even proved to me that his father wasn't All Might when I pressed him about it, The only relation between them is he's All Might's biggest fan and their quirks are similar."

That seemed to satisfy Endeavor long enough to allow the table to eat in relative peace.

"Wow, you really are a great cook Fuyumi!" He half mumbled, half whispered, and half yelled at her as his voice seemed to crack with each syllable. It was never this bad with Ochaco… maybe he was into older women."

"Oh, umm thank you." Fuyumi glanced up at him once before she returned her attention to her food. From beneath her hair, she glanced at his plate, with the wave of her hand the bowl of soup in front of him began to steam again. "Your soup was getting cold."

"Izuku was it?" Endeavor barked before he could so much as enjoy his now perfectly warmed soup.

"Yes, Sir!" Before he could even think about it he was standing up saluting Endeavor. His entire body felt like it was shaking, but not because of fear, no it was all because of Fuyumi.

"I want you to continue to be Shoto's rival even after he becomes the Number One hero, do I make myself clear?" It was like a law of the land had been laid before him, a constitutional proclamation that should he fail to comply would be his death.

"Yes sir, absolutely sir!" Izuku bowed at his waist several times as fast as he could. Oh, this was bad, this was really really bad. "I'll do my best sir!"

Best not tell him that he also wanted to be the Number One Hero.

"Also," The mighty Endeavor appeared bashful for a split second as he coughed into his hand. "I have more resolved cases, the cooler costume, the best hero agency, with the largest reach, and in terms of combat ability, All Might is barely better than me, so what makes you his fan and not mine?"

"He smiles." The answer just slipped before Izuku could clap his hands over his mouth.

Endeavor blinked, clearly not expected the answer. "Oh, I see."

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"Thank you for having me!" Izuku bowed deeply, exposing the top of his head. This time Fuyumi waited until after he bowed before she did.

She smiled and gave him a small polite bow in return, as her little brother did likewise. "Th… thank you… for putting up with our father, oh and eating my food, and coming over, and helping Shoto, and."

"What she means to say is thank you." Shoto interrupted her. "I'll see you at school Izuku."

"Y-yea!" With that the strange green haired boy began to run, occasionally turning back to wave at them again and again until he was out of sight.

He was so nice and kind to, plus he was strong, and able to be blunt to her father, and he liked her cooking. And he liked her quirk! Normally people just thought that she was a walking air conditioner or chef.

Fuyumi sighed and leaned against the door frame and sighed, she wondered when she'd next be able to see him again.

"You have a crush on him don't you?" Her brother was still standing there! And she was doing the lover leaving pose and oh god he knew everything!

"What are you talking about he's far too young for me." Fuyumi tried desperately to wave her brother away, unfortunately, her quirk was temperature control, not weather control.

Shoto spun on his heel and walked back to his room, "He's only three years younger than you, but whatever, I have homework to do."

"Three years huh?" That wasn't all that long, but it wasn't like she was going to be seeing him anytime soon, so no need to even worry about him, best just to go focus on her goal of becoming a teacher.

And maybe seeing if Izuku was on Facebook

AN: I'm taking a break from Naruto fan fiction and figured I give This fandom a shot! Hope you all enjoy my Midoriya x Fuyumi fic!