(promo fanfic) MHA: My Harem army

"Why don't you come sit? Have a drink with us, do you enjoy tea?" She pondered, her voice soft and caring even towards such a stranger.

"Of course, thanks for having me," Mirai smiled, bowing slightly to her hospitality.

"Mom, did you know that Mirai's going to beat those bandits?" Shou declared, his fist in the air as if cheering Mirai on, his were filled with a youthfulness to them, that of a kid just meeting his hero for the first time.

"Oh really?" His mother smiled, though Mirai could tell she didn't believe him, more so humoring her son in his moment of happiness.

"It's true! He's really strong! He took out the bandit's so easily!" Shou continued to spout his praises, to the point where Mirai himself was starting to get embarrassed by it all, fidgeting with the strap of his blade.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that." Shou's mother smiled, crouching to pat the head of her son. As she spoke to him, Mirai took off his blade, eyes panning towards a painting of three people, one of them a man with short scruffy black hair and a wide almost youthful smile despite his age. "Tea is almost ready so i want you to go wash up okay?"

"Okay!" He heard Shou cheer for his mom, making his way to wash his hands.

His mother raised his head once his son had departed, eyes meeting Mirai staring at the photo, his mind clearly whirling with thoughts of it.

"That's Shou's father," She cleared up, as if reading the boy's mind then and there.

"Oh! Uh, Sorry I didn't mean to–" Mirai tried to clear his name but was interrupted by the kind maiden, who simply just shook her head and laughed.

"Haha, it's fine, really," she reassured, still chuckling as she walked over to the painting. Her eyes took on a more somber tone as she looked down on it longingly. "He was a masterful swordsman and a kindhearted man, as a parting gift he gave Shou his prized knife."

"R-right…well, can I ask something?" The young Samurai pondered with a cautious expression, biting his lip in hesitance of his bold question.

"Of course," she said softly.

"How did he…" His voice trailed off. Hearing himself mid-sentence, he decided to keep to himself, although she already knew what he was about to ponder.

"He stuck his nose where it didn't belong, and it cost him. That's all," She reassured, turning her attention to the tea that remained on the fire.

"Was it–-" he asked, already a slight feeling towards who could've caused it. The woman froze at his intuition before giving a soft nod.

"I see…" He mumbled softly, his fist clenching in rage.

"Mom, I'm done!" Shou cheered, running over to his mother with a huge grin.

"Well done, Shou," She cheered playfully towards her child, a soft smile on her face.

"You don't have to treat me like that, I'm not a kid!" The young boy pouted, his face scrunched up, feigning anger.

"Haha, of course, my mistake, young Shou." His mother laughed, patting the head of her offspring.

Mirai watched the events take place with a soft smile on his face, a warmth spreading through his chest at the affectionate display.

"Right, time for tea!" The maiden cheered, clapping with glee.