Day 18 of #krbkmonth2022! Parents
“Baby, they’re going to love you.”
Eijirou turns to look at his handsome boyfriend, a sight he never tires of. Blond hair blows in front of those gorgeous eyes,
and Eijirou’s heart hiccups at the reassuring look Katsuki gives him.
“But what if they think my teeth look weird? Or my hair is too tall?” He /knows/ he’s being irrational, but the idea of Katsuki’s parents not liking him shakes him to his core.
Katsuki rolls his eyes but pulls Eijirou by his waist. bringing him in to kiss the shell of ear.
“Just do what you always do, Ei. They’ll love you just for that.”
Katsuki kisses Eijirou’s temple, then his nose before letting go. His cheeks are a pink shade that Eijirou
finds himself daydreaming about, and he pulls the blond close to press their lips together.
“I’m sorry, I love you.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. Now are we ready?”
They’ve been chatting by the bushes in Katsuki’s parents front yard for a few minutes,
and Katsuki suspects his parents are already onto them.
Eijirou gives a smile that lights up his eyes, and Katsuki can’t help but meet it, showing him a sign of confidence, reassurance. He grabs Eijirou’s hand squeezes it three times, smiling to himself when he gets
three squeezes back.
They walk up the porch, then the door. Katsuki gives a firm knock, yelling “Ma, we’re here!” There’s grumbling on the other side before the purple door swings open, revealing a scowling Mitsuki and smiling Masaru.
Katsuki’s mother, was naturally the younger couple’s worry. She’s a particular brand of spice, but Eijirou was familiar with witty remarks and snappy comments. He was somewhat confident he could dance around them.
Katsuki’s father was the wild card, an anomaly.
His quiet stature reminded Eijirou of his moms, but he is still a Bakugo, and that could mean there’s something behind the curtain.
Katsuki scowls, ready to defend Eijirou if necessary. He didn’t want to feed him to the wolves.
It’s quiet for a beat, before—
“Well it took you long enough, we were watching you get all cozy with our bushes earlier!” Mitsuki says, giving Katsuki’s cheek a tap before pulling him into a hug.
Katsuki grumbles but doesn’t push her away immediately. Masaru gives Eijirou a smile before extending
his hand out to him.
“Sorry about that, by the way. We wanted to give our son some privacy, but we were worried dinner would get cold.”
Eijirou looks at the scene of two blond Bakugo’s bickering with each other while hugging, and a third Bakugou refereeing on the side,
smiling and laughing as if it’s a normal Tuesday.
And Eijirou’s whole perspective shifts because to them, this is home. This is family. The man he love /so much/ is a combination of these two people and his heart clenches.
What was he so worried about?
The fiesty, loving nature of his beautiful blond boyfriend rests in this house, in this home that nurtured and cared for him. That still does. And Eijirou was nervous about getting the chance to dig a little deeper, get a little closer, become more familiar with that?
A hearty laugh falls out of Eijirou’s mouth. Everyone stops what they’re doing and cocks their head to look at him. Eijirou laughs and laughs before wiping the tears away with his finger.
“Sorry, I just, I was really nervous to meet you guys.”
Mitsuki’s eyes soften with understanding, and Masaru’s eyes crinkle with joy.
“Well none of that, alright?” Mitsuki says, pulling away from Katsuki and turning towards Eijirou. “You accepted my boy with open arms. That means your family, okay? Now come eat! I made Katsuki’s
favorite!” She yells before walking inside.
Masaru gives Eijirou a pat on the shoulder. “It’s good to finally meet you, Eijirou,” He says before following Mitsuki inside.
Katsuki and Eijirou are left outside, and Eijirou watches him straighten his clothes.
“I told you they would love you,” he says with his famous, adorable, loveable cocky smirk. “Ready to go inside?”
Katsuki holds out his hand, waiting. Eijirou gives him his hand without hesitation, kissing the top of it.
He had nothing to worry about after all.
“Yeah, ready.”
Just a tiny thought today! Thanks for reading friends, this wasn’t what I was expecting when I started writing it but I’m happy it happened.
See you next time! ♥️
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