A Dadsuki thread for Father’s Day!
Title: ‘Cool’ Dad
I have no idea what I’m doing, but let’s have fun with this anyway!
#kacchako #kacchakochild
Title: ‘Cool’ Dad
I have no idea what I’m doing, but let’s have fun with this anyway!
#kacchako #kacchakochild
‘What the hell, Dad? Gross! You’re so lame!’
Katsuki kicked open the break room door with his steel toed boot, startling several interns, and stomped over to the coffee machine. He was dressed in his hero uniform, forgoing his accessories for better mobility around the office.
Katsuki kicked open the break room door with his steel toed boot, startling several interns, and stomped over to the coffee machine. He was dressed in his hero uniform, forgoing his accessories for better mobility around the office.
His sons parting words rang in his ears as he violently jabbed the settings for his black coffee.
Lame. Him? He couldn’t believe the gall of his own son!
All he did was drive him to school.
Ochako had been on his ass, saying the reason Yoshiki kept acting up was for attention.
Lame. Him? He couldn’t believe the gall of his own son!
All he did was drive him to school.
Ochako had been on his ass, saying the reason Yoshiki kept acting up was for attention.
His father’s attention.
Katsuki thought he gave his son plenty of love and attention, but Ochako corrected him.
Apparently ‘affectionate’ attention was what he needed. Whatever the fuck that meant.
But fine. He could play along!
So, he gave his son a hug and ruffled his hair.
Katsuki thought he gave his son plenty of love and attention, but Ochako corrected him.
Apparently ‘affectionate’ attention was what he needed. Whatever the fuck that meant.
But fine. He could play along!
So, he gave his son a hug and ruffled his hair.
He didn’t think he was out of line when he told him, ‘do your best today, son.’
His own father said that to him! Sure, he always snapped and brushed his hand away before yelling something crude, but at least he appreciated the gesture.
Ungreatful brat!
His own father said that to him! Sure, he always snapped and brushed his hand away before yelling something crude, but at least he appreciated the gesture.
Ungreatful brat!
So what if all his friends were around?
Maybe he should have used his mother’s method and kicked him out of the car before yelling about how she’d better not get a phone call about how he fucked up today.
Tch!
“Mornin’ Bakubro!”
Maybe he should have used his mother’s method and kicked him out of the car before yelling about how she’d better not get a phone call about how he fucked up today.
Tch!
“Mornin’ Bakubro!”
At least he didn’t make up lame nicknames like this cheerful idiot.
“Shitty Hair.”
Katsuki grabbed his coffee and moved away from the machine to grab a cap because only morons brought an open cup to their desk and risked fucking up hours worth of reports.
“What’s up, man?”
“Shitty Hair.”
Katsuki grabbed his coffee and moved away from the machine to grab a cap because only morons brought an open cup to their desk and risked fucking up hours worth of reports.
“What’s up, man?”
Katsuki didn’t reply and Eijirou selected a cappuccino on the machine. He sipped his scalding hot coffee.
“Kinda early for the Baku-rage. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Katsuki pulled out his phone and looked up his patrol schedule for the day.
Lame.
He wasn’t lame!
“Kinda early for the Baku-rage. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Katsuki pulled out his phone and looked up his patrol schedule for the day.
Lame.
He wasn’t lame!
He was the number four hero. If not for that one blip last year on one of his rescues that his PR manager was working over time to smooth over he would probably be in the third spot.
He was the EXPLOSION HERO, Ground Zero. Kids shit themselves just to be in his presence.
He was the EXPLOSION HERO, Ground Zero. Kids shit themselves just to be in his presence.
How was he lame?!
Eijirou was in the middle of adding more sugar and creamer to ruin his coffee when Katsuki blurted out, “Oi!”
The red head jumped, almost dropping his capless cup. Prime example of an idiot that didn’t learn from past errors.
“Am I lame?”
Eijirou blinked.
Eijirou was in the middle of adding more sugar and creamer to ruin his coffee when Katsuki blurted out, “Oi!”
The red head jumped, almost dropping his capless cup. Prime example of an idiot that didn’t learn from past errors.
“Am I lame?”
Eijirou blinked.
“Wha-? No way, man! You’re super cool. Like the manliest man ever!” he gave him a toothy, determined grin and punched him in the arm. “Why? What happened?”
Regardless of what /some/ people claimed he did not base his self-worth on the opinions of others!
Regardless of what /some/ people claimed he did not base his self-worth on the opinions of others!
“Did another kid cry and call you a mean jerk today on your way in?”
Stuff like that didn’t get to him at all! Stupid crybabies! What did they know?!?
“No!” He snapped.
He sipped angrily on his coffee and Eijirou waiting, taking a sip of his coffee before adding more sugar.
Stuff like that didn’t get to him at all! Stupid crybabies! What did they know?!?
“No!” He snapped.
He sipped angrily on his coffee and Eijirou waiting, taking a sip of his coffee before adding more sugar.
“Yoshiki did.”
Katsuki reached over, grabbing the sugar out of his hand and slammed it back down on the counter. “You don’t need that much fucking sugar. You’re already drinking a cup of diabetes.”
Eijirou pouted before taking his cup and settling for what he had. “How come?”
Katsuki reached over, grabbing the sugar out of his hand and slammed it back down on the counter. “You don’t need that much fucking sugar. You’re already drinking a cup of diabetes.”
Eijirou pouted before taking his cup and settling for what he had. “How come?”
“The fuck am I supposed to know?!” Katsuki snapped. “I fucking dropped him off and Ochako said I needed to hug him more to get him to stop getting into trouble or some shit and now he thinks I’M lame! Me!” he ranted. “I’m not fucking lame!”
He has always been /cool/.
He has always been /cool/.
The edgy bad boy; an arrogant, hot headed degenerate, but a fucking cool one nonetheless!
“I’m a cool dad,” Katsuki declared.
Eijirou nodded. “Yeah, bro. You’re super cool. I bet Yoshiki is just being difficult. He’s thirteen now, after all.”
He was.
“I’m a cool dad,” Katsuki declared.
Eijirou nodded. “Yeah, bro. You’re super cool. I bet Yoshiki is just being difficult. He’s thirteen now, after all.”
He was.
Since Yoshiki started hitting peuberty he had begun acting up more. He was irritable and moody, often giving him and Ochako attitude. He told Ochako she was too soft on him while she argued that he was too tough.
He was used to him snapping and complaining, but he never called him lame before.
“Does Racoon Eyes Jr give you a hard time?” Katsuki asked, walking with Eijirou to their desks.
“Your goddaughter’s name is Meiji,” Eijirou reminded him, as if he didn’t already know, “but no.”
“Does Racoon Eyes Jr give you a hard time?” Katsuki asked, walking with Eijirou to their desks.
“Your goddaughter’s name is Meiji,” Eijirou reminded him, as if he didn’t already know, “but no.”
“Hm, but she can be a little more moody during /those/ times...”
“Never fucking mind,” Katsuki cut him off, waving him back to his own space. “Tch. I’ll just have to prove how cool I am.”
By the end of the night, he would be the coolest dad ever!
“Never fucking mind,” Katsuki cut him off, waving him back to his own space. “Tch. I’ll just have to prove how cool I am.”
By the end of the night, he would be the coolest dad ever!
💥PT 1 DONE💥
Yoshiki pushed his way through the main doors of his shitty middle school after shoving his father away and refusing to look back at the enraged look on his face.
What the hell was his old man thinking?! Hugging him in front of the whole damn school? His cheeks burned red.
What the hell was his old man thinking?! Hugging him in front of the whole damn school? His cheeks burned red.
And what the hell was that crap about him doing his best today?!
Embarrassing, that’s what it was. It was humiliating. How was he supposed to be the tough badass son of the infamous Ground Zero if he went around giving hugs and head pats in front of everyone?!
Embarrassing, that’s what it was. It was humiliating. How was he supposed to be the tough badass son of the infamous Ground Zero if he went around giving hugs and head pats in front of everyone?!
His father was never that affectionate and the moments he was were rare.
So who the fuck slipped sappy juice into his breakfast this morning?
“That was quite the sight this morning.”
Oh, great.
“Shut up, Fish Lips.”
His friend snickered, elbowing him in the side.
So who the fuck slipped sappy juice into his breakfast this morning?
“That was quite the sight this morning.”
Oh, great.
“Shut up, Fish Lips.”
His friend snickered, elbowing him in the side.
“Looked like you and your dad were having quite the moment,” Tomoya smirked, ignoring the growl reverberating in Yoshiki’s chest.
He curled his fingers threateningly. “I said can it, asshole!”
Tomoya threw his hands up defensively, “Come on, man, lighten up. I’m just teasing.”
He curled his fingers threateningly. “I said can it, asshole!”
Tomoya threw his hands up defensively, “Come on, man, lighten up. I’m just teasing.”
“Well, stop.”
Yoshiki could feel the tips of his ears growing red as his cheeks. He paused by his locker to stow his backpack and grab the books he needed for class. “It ain’t my fuckin’ fault the old man decided to be affectionate today,” he grumbled quietly, “fucking weird.”
Yoshiki could feel the tips of his ears growing red as his cheeks. He paused by his locker to stow his backpack and grab the books he needed for class. “It ain’t my fuckin’ fault the old man decided to be affectionate today,” he grumbled quietly, “fucking weird.”
“Wasn’t it just a few months ago that you were complaining Oji-Katsu wasn’t giving you enough attention?”
Yoshiki stiffened at the female voice adding herself to their conversation. He whirled around to pin Meiji with a hot glare. He curled his lip at her. “No!” he protested.
Yoshiki stiffened at the female voice adding herself to their conversation. He whirled around to pin Meiji with a hot glare. He curled his lip at her. “No!” he protested.
The younger girl shifted her weight to one leg, slender hip cocked as she crossed her arms and raised a dark eyebrow. She had inherited her fathers raven hair and olive skin, though the long curls came from her mother along with her eyes; golden irises set in a black backdrop.
“Yeah, right.”
“Hey, Meiji,” Tomoya greeted her with a friendly smile. Tomoya was their school pretty boy. He was the tallest in their class, broad shouldered and quickly building muscle. Short navy hair framed his face and parted to the left.
“Hey, Meiji,” Tomoya greeted her with a friendly smile. Tomoya was their school pretty boy. He was the tallest in their class, broad shouldered and quickly building muscle. Short navy hair framed his face and parted to the left.
His high cheek bones and dark brown almond eyes were a fan favorite amongst the girls. They always cooed over the stupid birthmark below his right eye and strong profile. Yoshiki normally defaulted to calling him ‘Pretty Boy’ or ‘Fish Lips’, for his full, pouty lips.
“Morning, Tomoya,” Meiji greeted.
Well, that was about enough of that conversation. Yoshiki gritted his teeth, roughly shoving Tomoya to get in between them. “Yeah,” he grumbled, shooing her away. “No one asked you. Now get lost, Sharp Tooth. Your classes are in the other wing.”
Well, that was about enough of that conversation. Yoshiki gritted his teeth, roughly shoving Tomoya to get in between them. “Yeah,” he grumbled, shooing her away. “No one asked you. Now get lost, Sharp Tooth. Your classes are in the other wing.”
Meiji huffed at him, her cheeks puffing up in annoyance. He always liked riling her up. The way her brow creased in the center and her lips pursed as her cheeks reddened was...almost adorable...but Yoshiki was too much of a badass to ever admit that to even himself.
Tomoya sighed, watching Meiji stomp away to meet with her friends and go to class. “You know, there’s no need to get jealous over a ‘good morning’ right? Meiji and I are friends, too.”
Yoshiki coughed. “The fuck?! I ain’t jealous of shit!” he denied.
Yoshiki coughed. “The fuck?! I ain’t jealous of shit!” he denied.
His eyes flickered over just in time to catch her dark skirt brushing against her thighs as she turned the corner and vanished from sight.
He didn’t care. He didn’t. She was just a childhood friend, the same as Tomoya.
“Right.”
He didn’t care. He didn’t. She was just a childhood friend, the same as Tomoya.
“Right.”
Tomoya pinned him with a flat stare that made Yoshiki feel awfully judged. “You’re impossible.” he sighed with resignation.
“Hah?!”
“Better hurry, class is about to start!” Tomoya took off down the hall with an irritated blonde on his heels.
“Oi!”
“Hah?!”
“Better hurry, class is about to start!” Tomoya took off down the hall with an irritated blonde on his heels.
“Oi!”
The thing that pissed Yoshiki off was that Meiji and Tomoya we’re both correct. To some extent.
So /what/ if he wanted Meiji all to himself? She was his best friend; had been there longer than anyone else and knew him in ways no one else did.
So /what/ if he wanted Meiji all to himself? She was his best friend; had been there longer than anyone else and knew him in ways no one else did.
Even if his reflex was to pick on her and act like she was the gum on his shoe in public, didn’t mean he didn’t care about her. He cared about her so much that any other guy trying to talk to her pissed him off, because...well, he didn’t know! It just did.
It irritated him when she called him out on his shit. Yes, a few months ago he had been over at her place playing video games while their parents were out saving Tokyo. He might have mentioned how little time he got to spend with his dad now that he was moving up on rank.
Not like he wasn’t proud. His father was Ground Zero. He was in the top 10 and had the highest villain capture rate in Japan, and his mother held the record for the most rescues, even if she’d dropped a bit in the rankings to balance motherhood with her hero duties.
He got it.
He got it.
Still, sometimes he missed spending time with him. Not like he expected his dad to carry him on his shoulders any more and play with action figures. He wasn’t a KID, but...
He liked when his dad would play video games with him and take him to work out.
He liked when his dad would play video games with him and take him to work out.
No one cooked like the old man, not even his mother. He liked when he got to help him in the kitchen and his mother ate the meal they prepared with stars in her eyes. Sometimes he wanted to talk to him, but even if he did he wasn’t even sure what he would say...
Neither one of them were very good at that. He wanted to be close to his dad. He was, sort of, but he was too prideful to admit it and both the need for acknowledgement and the desire for independence pulled him in two directions leaving him confused and angry at the center.
More often than not what he wanted and what he expressed were two very different things.
Yoshiki sat at his desk, glaring at the hard wood. He didn’t need his dad to coddle him. He was a Bakugou, dammit!He was strong and amazing.
Yoshiki sat at his desk, glaring at the hard wood. He didn’t need his dad to coddle him. He was a Bakugou, dammit!He was strong and amazing.
He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, pausing for a moment on the spot where his dad had ruffled his spikes this morning. His glare softened.
His fathers big, strong arms had been warm and comforting.
His encouragement made his chest swell.
The gestures had been nice.
His fathers big, strong arms had been warm and comforting.
His encouragement made his chest swell.
The gestures had been nice.
Yoshiki slouched, balancing himself on the legs of his chair. He propped his book up on his desk, following along as the clock ticked on.
Behind the shield of his textbook, Yoshiki allowed his expression to soften and his lips to curve into the faintest traces of a smile.
Behind the shield of his textbook, Yoshiki allowed his expression to soften and his lips to curve into the faintest traces of a smile.
💥PT 2 DONE💥
“I’m home,” Yoshiki grumbled, kicking the door shut behind him before removing his shoes and putting them up on the rack. He paused, noticing his were the only ones there.
“Huh.”
The young teen wandered into the kitchen, throwing his bag down in an empty chair.
“Huh.”
The young teen wandered into the kitchen, throwing his bag down in an empty chair.
He wandered over to the fridge to grab a pudding snack before hoping onto the counter. He snatched up the remote and turned on the kitchen TV to search the news channels for any sign of his parents.
Normally they tried to stagger their shifts unless there was an emergency.
Normally they tried to stagger their shifts unless there was an emergency.
Still, it wasn’t uncommon to come home to an empty house. When he was younger there were sitters waiting for him but after insisting on his tenth birthday he was old enough to take care of himself, Katsuki threw his head back with a laugh and said “look’it the balls on him” as
Ochako fretted.
Her concerns were valid. Being high profile heroes meant everyone knew who they were.
Who he was.
Who his sister was.
They were potential targets, but as his father put it, “anyone stupid enough to break into our house and threaten our kids is either stupid or
Her concerns were valid. Being high profile heroes meant everyone knew who they were.
Who he was.
Who his sister was.
They were potential targets, but as his father put it, “anyone stupid enough to break into our house and threaten our kids is either stupid or
lookin’ to die.”
Not to brag or anything, but Yoshiki could totally take on some dumb villain. He /was/ a Bakugou after all and badassery was hereditary. If anyone tried to touch him, all he had to do was slap them with all five fingers and
BOOM.
So, yeah, he was totally fine.
Not to brag or anything, but Yoshiki could totally take on some dumb villain. He /was/ a Bakugou after all and badassery was hereditary. If anyone tried to touch him, all he had to do was slap them with all five fingers and
BOOM.
So, yeah, he was totally fine.
Before long his pudding was gone.
Yoshiki hopped off the counter, throwing out his trash and headed upstairs to wash up and change out of his school uniform.
Donning a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tank top, Yoshiki headed back down stairs just as the front door opened.
Yoshiki hopped off the counter, throwing out his trash and headed upstairs to wash up and change out of his school uniform.
Donning a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tank top, Yoshiki headed back down stairs just as the front door opened.
“I’m home!”
His eye involuntarily twitched at the dual thuds on the hard wood. “Oi! Shoes on the rack!” he snapped, stomping his way down the stairs just in time to see Kimiko backtracking to her abandoned shoes.
“I was getting to it!”
“Bullshit.” Yoshiki scowled at her.
His eye involuntarily twitched at the dual thuds on the hard wood. “Oi! Shoes on the rack!” he snapped, stomping his way down the stairs just in time to see Kimiko backtracking to her abandoned shoes.
“I was getting to it!”
“Bullshit.” Yoshiki scowled at her.
Kimiko’s ash-blond hair was longer than his and pulled out of her way by the braid that their mother weaved her hair into this morning. They shared the same red eyes, rounded pink cheeks, and foul mouth.
“You’re such a jerk!” she huffed. “I’ll tell daddy!”
He rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a jerk!” she huffed. “I’ll tell daddy!”
He rolled his eyes.
The one major different between them was she was a bratty, kiss-ass, goody two-shoes, tattle tale. She was always telling on the littlest things to try and get him into trouble, and while it only worked half the time, it was still annoying as fuck.
“Go ahead,” he challenged.
“Go ahead,” he challenged.
She wouldn’t.
She scoffed, annoyed with him having called her bluff. “Where’s mom and dad anyway?”
“Working, duh.” He turned away to head back toward the kitchen. “Go put your shit away and do your homework.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
“Then fucking do it!”
“No!”
“Go!”
She scoffed, annoyed with him having called her bluff. “Where’s mom and dad anyway?”
“Working, duh.” He turned away to head back toward the kitchen. “Go put your shit away and do your homework.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
“Then fucking do it!”
“No!”
“Go!”
The two turned, stomping off in different directions; Kimiko upstairs to actually do what she was told and Yoshiki to the kitchen.
“Stupid bratty eight year old...” he grumbled, plopping down next to his bag and pulling out his homework.
“Stupid bratty eight year old...” he grumbled, plopping down next to his bag and pulling out his homework.
About half way through his math workbook the news broadcast changed and caught his attention.
“This just in! We’ve had a break through with the hostage situation down town. Ground Zero has,” there was a pause as the ground rumbled, causing the reporter to stumble, “successfully
“This just in! We’ve had a break through with the hostage situation down town. Ground Zero has,” there was a pause as the ground rumbled, causing the reporter to stumble, “successfully
infiltrated the jewelry store where four employees and over a dozen customers are being held captive.”
Yoshiki dropped his pencil and scrambled for the remote, kneeling on his chair as he turned up the volume and leaned across the table for a better look.
Yoshiki dropped his pencil and scrambled for the remote, kneeling on his chair as he turned up the volume and leaned across the table for a better look.
He wished he could see what was going on inside the building rather than having to rely on this crappy narrative. It was all he had, though, so he clung to it, heart pulsating against his ribs.
“The criminals quirk is—“
“Yoshi, yoshi!”
“Gah!”
“The criminals quirk is—“
“Yoshi, yoshi!”
“Gah!”
He missed what the reporter was saying over Kimiko running into the kitchen. “Is dad on tv!?”
“Yes!” he barked. “Now shut up! I’m trying to watch!”
Kimiko shoved her way over beside him, nearly pushing him off his chair. He nudged her back, both their eyes glued to the screen.
“Yes!” he barked. “Now shut up! I’m trying to watch!”
Kimiko shoved her way over beside him, nearly pushing him off his chair. He nudged her back, both their eyes glued to the screen.
There was another loud explosion and several fire crackers. Yoshiki could just picture what was happening in his head. It didn’t matter what quirk the other guy had; no one was as strong as his dad.
He always won against the bad guy.
He must be using stun grenade, and AP shot!
He always won against the bad guy.
He must be using stun grenade, and AP shot!
Yoshiki ran through his father’s moves based on the distant sounds he could hear over the reporter and background chatter of civilians surrounding the area.
Glass in the front of the store shattered before the villain came tumbling out with a shout as he backed away, hands up.
Glass in the front of the store shattered before the villain came tumbling out with a shout as he backed away, hands up.
“Dads got him on the ropes!” Kimiko cheered, fists clenched tightly by her chest. “Come on dad!” She threw a punch.
Yoshiki pressed his palms into the table, pinkies raised on reflex as he squinted. “No...” Something didn’t seem right.
“The criminal is outside!” the reporter
Yoshiki pressed his palms into the table, pinkies raised on reflex as he squinted. “No...” Something didn’t seem right.
“The criminal is outside!” the reporter
stated. “It looks like Ground Zero forced him out. Is he surrendering?”
That wasn’t it.
“The police are closing in for the arrest.”
Yoshiki gasped, “Its a trap!”
“Huh?” Kimiko glanced at him, confused before their father’s voice boomed across the speakers.
“FUCKIN GET DOWN!”
That wasn’t it.
“The police are closing in for the arrest.”
Yoshiki gasped, “Its a trap!”
“Huh?” Kimiko glanced at him, confused before their father’s voice boomed across the speakers.
“FUCKIN GET DOWN!”
Glass shards that had been scattered around on the ground were sucked toward the villain’s palms like a vacuum before being shot back in all directions.
Yoshiki was thankful he didn’t blink or he would have missed it. Eyes blown wide, lips parted in a silent gasp, he watched as
Yoshiki was thankful he didn’t blink or he would have missed it. Eyes blown wide, lips parted in a silent gasp, he watched as
Katsuki used one blast to put himself between the several officers and the villain, then another consecutive blast to shatter the glass shards to dust.
“Oi,” he growled, swiping away a cloud of smoke.
Yoshiki didn’t notice until the smog cleared and Kimiko gasped, “Dad’s arm!”
“Oi,” he growled, swiping away a cloud of smoke.
Yoshiki didn’t notice until the smog cleared and Kimiko gasped, “Dad’s arm!”
A sharp, jagged piece of glass pierced his shoulder. Blood darkened the black fabric of his uniform. Clicking his tongue, Katsuki grabbed the shard and yanked it out, obliterating it in his fist.
“Anyone injured? Gather up. Medical is on the way,” he called over his shoulder.
“Anyone injured? Gather up. Medical is on the way,” he called over his shoulder.
He touched his ear, signaling he was probably using his com to call in the first aid team while keeping one careful eye on the villain.
Yoshiki gulped, a strange feeling of relief, anxiety, excitement, and pride all choked him up at once. Kimiko latched onto his arm.
Yoshiki gulped, a strange feeling of relief, anxiety, excitement, and pride all choked him up at once. Kimiko latched onto his arm.
A few civilians and officers could be seen gathering to the side. None seemed seriously wounded, but did sport minor abrasions from whatever Katsuki hadn’t been able to cover, but the worst of what /could/ have happened was averted.
“Dad’ll beat this loser no problem!”
“Dad’ll beat this loser no problem!”
Yoshiki declared, helping to resolve his own worries. Kimiko tightened her hold on him and nodded with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
He wondered why his dad didn’t just blast this fuck into the afterlife as he watched him taunt and steer the villain away from others.
He wondered why his dad didn’t just blast this fuck into the afterlife as he watched him taunt and steer the villain away from others.
Was he trying to find a weakness still? Maybe he needed a safer location for his finishing move. The villain wasn’t that good. Yoshiki tried to figure out his plan. The villain kept sucking up objects and firing them back only for Katsuki to blast them away, but he didn’t send
any blasts directly at the villain, just used them to dance around him.
It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush like this!
Then he saw it. A flash of pink and black in the background. It was off camera before he could confirm, but he was certain he knew who that was!
It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush like this!
Then he saw it. A flash of pink and black in the background. It was off camera before he could confirm, but he was certain he knew who that was!
“Mom!”
“What, where?!” Kimiko looked around the screen anxiously. She screamed, jumping and nearly toppling Yoshiki over as Ochako snuck up behind the villain Katsuki was distracting.
Swift and silent, Ochako tackled the villain. She removed his gravity to twist his arm and
“What, where?!” Kimiko looked around the screen anxiously. She screamed, jumping and nearly toppling Yoshiki over as Ochako snuck up behind the villain Katsuki was distracting.
Swift and silent, Ochako tackled the villain. She removed his gravity to twist his arm and
hoist him over her shoulder. Rotating her hips, she slammed him to the ground belly down and twisted both arms behind his back. Quirk inhibiting cuffs were immediately slapped onto his hands and wrists while he was stunned.
“Is that Uravity!?” The reporter exclaimed. “It is!”
“Is that Uravity!?” The reporter exclaimed. “It is!”
“The Gravity Hero has made an appearance to assist her husband in the capture of this jewelry thief. Once the commotion clears we’ll get a few statements...”
Yoshiki fell back in his seat, letting out a breath of relief. Instantly, the cramping in his stomach relaxed. Of course.
Yoshiki fell back in his seat, letting out a breath of relief. Instantly, the cramping in his stomach relaxed. Of course.
He knew it would be okay. It always was.
He tuned out the rest of what the reporter had to say, none of it was very important as he regurgitated what happened for those who had missed the beginning.
“Wow! Mom came out of no where!” Kimiko squealed. “That was so cool!”
He tuned out the rest of what the reporter had to say, none of it was very important as he regurgitated what happened for those who had missed the beginning.
“Wow! Mom came out of no where!” Kimiko squealed. “That was so cool!”
She did a mediocre reinactment of her movements with a grin stretched across her face. “She was all like, wham!”
Yeah. Yoshiki clicked his tongue to hide his smirk. It was pretty cool.
The villain was led to a police car and the reporters took the moment to swarm their parents.
Yeah. Yoshiki clicked his tongue to hide his smirk. It was pretty cool.
The villain was led to a police car and the reporters took the moment to swarm their parents.
He nudged Kimiko to make her be quiet.
“...your strategy?”
“Eh.” Katsuki shrugged.
Yoshiki snorted.
“Dad doesn’t do normal strategy,” he rolled his eyes knowingly. It was unorthodox, but Katsuki was pure reflex and instinct. It was like strategizing battle was second nature.
“...your strategy?”
“Eh.” Katsuki shrugged.
Yoshiki snorted.
“Dad doesn’t do normal strategy,” he rolled his eyes knowingly. It was unorthodox, but Katsuki was pure reflex and instinct. It was like strategizing battle was second nature.
In other words, he made it up as he went along and his adaptability to unpredictability is what usually got him out of shit.
“Realized the villains quirk when I managed to get inside and confront him. Turns out his hand acts like a vacuum, sucking in whatever is in front of his
“Realized the villains quirk when I managed to get inside and confront him. Turns out his hand acts like a vacuum, sucking in whatever is in front of his
palm and then he can redirect it like flipping a switch. He was using it to suck jewels toward him when I got there and threatened to...” Katsuki bit his tongue, making a face as he considered the publicly correct thing to say. He cussed under his breath and settled on, “pellet
everyone with what he stole.” He was cut off by a bunch of excited chattering, but silenced them again with a growl. “Figured out his quirk negated mine more or less. Needed a distraction so I managed to force him through the glass before calling for back up. And...” he motioned
around. “You got the rest of the shit on camera.”
The camera was turned toward Ochako, who was standing beside Katsuki and pushing a cloth into his wounded shoulder. She smiled for the camera. “And thats when you showed up, yes?”
“That’s right! I was the closest to the scene.”
The camera was turned toward Ochako, who was standing beside Katsuki and pushing a cloth into his wounded shoulder. She smiled for the camera. “And thats when you showed up, yes?”
“That’s right! I was the closest to the scene.”
“It was such a quick, clean take down!” the reporter acknowledged.
“Thank you,” Ochako nodded.
The reporters continued their dumb questions. Yoshiki finally stood up when Katsuki started grumbling about wanting to go and Ochako kept pinching his side.
They were safe.
“Thank you,” Ochako nodded.
The reporters continued their dumb questions. Yoshiki finally stood up when Katsuki started grumbling about wanting to go and Ochako kept pinching his side.
They were safe.
“Alright, brat!” Yoshiki kicked her chair, “get out and go finish your shit before mom and dad get home.”
“Hah?!” She whined. “Why should I? What are /you/ gonna do?“
Yoshiki met her glare with a stronger one of his own. “I’m gonna start dinner.”
“Hah?!” She whined. “Why should I? What are /you/ gonna do?“
Yoshiki met her glare with a stronger one of his own. “I’m gonna start dinner.”
After banishing Kimiko from the kitchen, he cast one more glimpse at the tv. He sighed a final breath of relief, letting the tension in his shoulders vanish as he turned toward the stove.
They would be home late, no doubt.
And tired.
The least he could do was cook for them.
They would be home late, no doubt.
And tired.
The least he could do was cook for them.
💥PT 3 END💥
By the time Katsuki finally dragged his ass through the front door he was exhausted from a long day of paper work, patrol, rescues ranging from petty to high risk, dealing with medics and reporters...
The last thing he wanted, or expected, was to come home to the smell of smoke.
The last thing he wanted, or expected, was to come home to the smell of smoke.
For half a second, Katsuki re-entered Hero Mode, ready to fetch his children-bombs and get them out of danger before he heard Yoshiki's 'quiet' cursing coming from the kitchen.
"Shit! That's not right...Ugh...dammit..."
Curiously, he stalked toward the kitchen.
"Shit! That's not right...Ugh...dammit..."
Curiously, he stalked toward the kitchen.
Covered in his own soot and dried blood, Katsuki finally relaxed his shoulders when he noticed the burnt smell was coming from the skillet. Yoshiki hadn't noticed him yet, so he leaned against the entry way to watch as his son squinted at a note card and tried to mince onion and
stir fry chicken all at the same time. A pot of water was already boiling beside him.
Close, but not quite.
"The fuck does that say...?" he grumbled.
Katsuki waited until he put the knife down before interjecting, "Pretty fuckin' sure it doesn't say to burn the chicken."
Close, but not quite.
"The fuck does that say...?" he grumbled.
Katsuki waited until he put the knife down before interjecting, "Pretty fuckin' sure it doesn't say to burn the chicken."
Yoshiki jumped so high, Katsuki almost questioned if he inherited his mother's quirk instead of his own.
"O-oi!?" Yoshiki attempted to growl, but in his shock his voice was a pitch too high and ended up cracking instead. He flushed in embarrassment and cleared his throat.
"O-oi!?" Yoshiki attempted to growl, but in his shock his voice was a pitch too high and ended up cracking instead. He flushed in embarrassment and cleared his throat.
He quickly turned the stove off, pushing the pan off the hot burner. His ears were stained red as he glared hard at the cutting board. "I wasn't..."
He was.
"I had it under control!"
Barely.
Katsuki walked over to the skin, turning on the faucet to wash his hands.
He was.
"I had it under control!"
Barely.
Katsuki walked over to the skin, turning on the faucet to wash his hands.
Yoshiki paused, frowning with a wrinkle in his brow as he watched his father. "...What are you doin'?" He asked as Katsuki dried his hands on a towel. "Aren't you gonna go change...?"
He was still half in his hero uniform, having taken off the gauntlets, mask, and other tools.
He was still half in his hero uniform, having taken off the gauntlets, mask, and other tools.
"Later," Katsuki grunted.
Curry was easy. It wouldn't take more than ten minutes to set his son straight and then all he had to do was watch it while Katsuki went to shower and change.
"What'd I tell you about prepping before hand?" He asked.
A pout joined Yoshiki's glare.
Curry was easy. It wouldn't take more than ten minutes to set his son straight and then all he had to do was watch it while Katsuki went to shower and change.
"What'd I tell you about prepping before hand?" He asked.
A pout joined Yoshiki's glare.
Reluctantly he muttered, "Always get your ingredients ready before you start," he had skipped that step, "that way you're not scrambling."
Katsuki nodded toward the pan. "Throw that out. It's too dry. Lightly oil the pan and reheat it."
"I know!" Yoshiki snapped on reflex,
Katsuki nodded toward the pan. "Throw that out. It's too dry. Lightly oil the pan and reheat it."
"I know!" Yoshiki snapped on reflex,
but doing what his father instructed anyway.
Katsuki took over the cutting board, sliding the recipe out of the way. He finished dicing the onion while Yoshiki got another chicken breast out of the fridge. Pushing the onion to one side, he quickly started dicing the carrots.
Katsuki took over the cutting board, sliding the recipe out of the way. He finished dicing the onion while Yoshiki got another chicken breast out of the fridge. Pushing the onion to one side, he quickly started dicing the carrots.
"Potatoes next," Katsuki instructed.
Yoshiki moved around him, dropping off the chicken. He got a couple golden potatoes and left them on the counter before reheating the skillet with oil.
Carrots aside, Katsuki reached for the chicken and paused, noticing Yoshiki staring at
Yoshiki moved around him, dropping off the chicken. He got a couple golden potatoes and left them on the counter before reheating the skillet with oil.
Carrots aside, Katsuki reached for the chicken and paused, noticing Yoshiki staring at
his hands. "Hm?" he grunted.
Yoshiki quickly averted his eyes. "Nothing!" he snapped, stepping around his father to get the potato peeler and start peeling the potatoes.
Katsuki didn't push him. He turned back to the chicken, cleaning and dicing it into bite sized chunks.
Yoshiki quickly averted his eyes. "Nothing!" he snapped, stepping around his father to get the potato peeler and start peeling the potatoes.
Katsuki didn't push him. He turned back to the chicken, cleaning and dicing it into bite sized chunks.
The silence was broken by a quiet grumble. "...I was trying to get it done quick..."
Katsuki sliced the breast down the middle, hands moving skillfully though the corner of his eyes was focused on his son.
"...Didn't want you or mom to have to worry about it..."
Katsuki sliced the breast down the middle, hands moving skillfully though the corner of his eyes was focused on his son.
"...Didn't want you or mom to have to worry about it..."
Over the years, Katsuki had begun getting used to that warm, swelling feeling in his chest that was reserved for special, tender moments with his family. His lip curled slightly.
"You ain't gotta worry about that shit," Katsuki replied.
He probably should have said 'thank you.'
"You ain't gotta worry about that shit," Katsuki replied.
He probably should have said 'thank you.'
Yoshiki just huffed at him, pushing the potatoes over. Katsuki traded him the meat. "Salt and pepper, then fry it, stir occasionally."
Yoshiki took it. "I know!"
Katsuki let him do it, dicing the potatoes. He pushed them over when he was done, letting Yoshiki add it to the pan.
Yoshiki took it. "I know!"
Katsuki let him do it, dicing the potatoes. He pushed them over when he was done, letting Yoshiki add it to the pan.
Silence settled between them. It wasn’t necessarially tense...maybe a little awkward, but neither one of them knew quite what to say.
Ochako was normally the ice breaker. She would come in with the hugs and kisses as she breeched the small talk with a tender, “how was your day?”
Ochako was normally the ice breaker. She would come in with the hugs and kisses as she breeched the small talk with a tender, “how was your day?”
Katsuki didn’t reslly initiate small talk and neither did Yoshiki, both preferring to wait until they had something meaningful to say.
Settling back against the counter, Katsuki tucked his hands into his pockets since he still couldn’t lift his left arm fully.
Settling back against the counter, Katsuki tucked his hands into his pockets since he still couldn’t lift his left arm fully.
“Saw the news today,” Yoshiki began, eyes glued to the steaming skillet.
Katsuki arched a brow. “Yeah?”
He nodded, stirring the vegetables and chicken. “Yeah. Saw you and mom take down that villain.” Yoshiki smirked, side eyeing him. “Mom really saved your ass today, huh?”
Katsuki arched a brow. “Yeah?”
He nodded, stirring the vegetables and chicken. “Yeah. Saw you and mom take down that villain.” Yoshiki smirked, side eyeing him. “Mom really saved your ass today, huh?”
Katsuki felt a twitch of annoyance. His reflex was to snap that he didn’t need saving, it was clearly teamwork, but when it boiled down to it, “yeah,” he admitted reluctantly, “she did.”
“Where is she?”
Katsuki glanced at the clock on the adjacent wall. “Wrapping up her shift.”
“Where is she?”
Katsuki glanced at the clock on the adjacent wall. “Wrapping up her shift.”
Ochako hated waking up early and Katsuki was normally asleep before 9. To many peoples surprise, Katsuki was the one to get up early, work out, and take the kids to school before heading to work. Ochako was normally the one putting them to bed and wrapping up chores.
He had started an early shift that day, but ended up staying later than usual thanks to that hold up toward the end of his patrol.
His eyes flickered toward Yoshiki, who was now poking the chicken. “...I think it’s done...” he muttered.
Thankfully, he had some really good kids.
His eyes flickered toward Yoshiki, who was now poking the chicken. “...I think it’s done...” he muttered.
Thankfully, he had some really good kids.
“Let’s trandfer it to the water. It’s going to boil for five minutes, and then you add the curry.” Katsuki reached up into the cabinet with his good arm and pulled out a container of homemade ground spices.
“Yeah, yeah,” Yoshiki waved his hand. “I know. Put moms share in a
“Yeah, yeah,” Yoshiki waved his hand. “I know. Put moms share in a
separate bowl before adding the spice for the rest of us.” He snatched the spice from his father and sneered, “now go shower. You stink, old man!”
“Hah?!” Katsuki choked out, trembling with rage instead of buzzing with pride.
Brat! He took it back. He was a damn brat!
“Hah?!” Katsuki choked out, trembling with rage instead of buzzing with pride.
Brat! He took it back. He was a damn brat!
“Don’t fuckin’ burn it this time!” Katsuki retorted. “If you did it right the first time, I wouldn’t have to bother!”
Not exactly what he meant to say.
Yoshiki turned away, ears pink and expression struggling. “Whatever!”
Katsuki hesitated, torn before storming out and patting
Not exactly what he meant to say.
Yoshiki turned away, ears pink and expression struggling. “Whatever!”
Katsuki hesitated, torn before storming out and patting
his head to thank him for at least trying to be considerate, but he remembered how badly he reacted this morning and held back.
Instead they both turned away with a huff, stubborn and prideful to the core.
Katsuki went upstairs, to shower quickly. He was greeted by a big hug
Instead they both turned away with a huff, stubborn and prideful to the core.
Katsuki went upstairs, to shower quickly. He was greeted by a big hug
around his center from his daughter and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
“Welcome home, daddy!” Her smile was big and bright like her mother’s, and the way Yoshiki’s used to be when he was little. Joyful with a twinge of mischievousness.
“You good today?” he asked.
“Welcome home, daddy!” Her smile was big and bright like her mother’s, and the way Yoshiki’s used to be when he was little. Joyful with a twinge of mischievousness.
“You good today?” he asked.
His fingers tucked a couple loose strands that fell out of her braid behind her ear as she nodded. “Uh huh! Always! Yoshi was mean though,” she huffed.
Katsuki took it with a grain of salt. Kimiko was always complaining about super flawless things involving her brother.
Katsuki took it with a grain of salt. Kimiko was always complaining about super flawless things involving her brother.
“Don’t worry about that now. Clean up and get ready for dinner.”
Kimiko pulled away, rocking on her heels. “Okay!” she sang. “Is that what you’re going to do, daddy? You stink!”
Her giggle dulled the impact, but he still winced, jaw tightening as his eye twitched.
“Yeah...”
Kimiko pulled away, rocking on her heels. “Okay!” she sang. “Is that what you’re going to do, daddy? You stink!”
Her giggle dulled the impact, but he still winced, jaw tightening as his eye twitched.
“Yeah...”
Nudging her back to her room, he continued to his. It didn’t take long before he was freshly showered and changed, slowed only by having the full use of one arm. Katsuki trudged his way back downstairs to a quiet kitchen.
As instructed, Yoshiki separated some to the side.
As instructed, Yoshiki separated some to the side.
He was currently adding crushed spice to the rest with a furrowed brow. “Is that enough...?” He muttered before stirring a few times and trying a small taste. “Hm...”
“Gotta let it set,” Katsuki reminded him, making him jump. “Five minutes.”
“...right,” Yoshiki nodded.
“Gotta let it set,” Katsuki reminded him, making him jump. “Five minutes.”
“...right,” Yoshiki nodded.
Katsuki’s eyes roamed the counters, noticing something was missing. “Hey, Yoshiki.”
“What?” he grunted.
“Where is the rice?”
Yoshiki’s eyes widened in realization. He slapped a hand to his forehead.
“SHIT!!”
He forgot the rice.
“What?” he grunted.
“Where is the rice?”
Yoshiki’s eyes widened in realization. He slapped a hand to his forehead.
“SHIT!!”
He forgot the rice.
💥PT 4 END💥
The curry was done, but they had another twenty minutes for the rice to finish cooking before they’d be able to eat. Yoshiki glanced at the clock, convincing himself that it was okay; his mother wasn’t even home yet, so they had to wait for her anyway!
Yet, it didn’t remove the awkward tension that settled in the silence of the kitchen as she cooker steamed on the counter.
Yoshiki killed a whole five minutes by taking his time setting the table before he was back to sitting in a chair, drumming his fingers on the hard wood.
Yoshiki killed a whole five minutes by taking his time setting the table before he was back to sitting in a chair, drumming his fingers on the hard wood.
All he wanted to do was make dinner for his parents, but he messed up. He picked at a scratch in the wood and frowned. To be fair, it wasn’t often that he cooked, and he was rushing, but the fact his father had to come in and help wounded his pride.
His eyes drifted to the bandage peaking out beneath his tight tank top. He had always admired his fathers bulging muscles and his seemingly invincible strength.
It made him wonder if some day he might be just as amazing as him if he kept training hard; perhaps even better.
It made him wonder if some day he might be just as amazing as him if he kept training hard; perhaps even better.
“How is your arm?” He found himself asking, unprompted. As soon as the words left his lips he stiffened and cleared his throat, slouching like it wasn’t a big deal.
Cause, it wasn’t.
Katsuki glanced up from his phone and shrugged. “S’fine,” he replied. “It’s nothing serious.”
Cause, it wasn’t.
Katsuki glanced up from his phone and shrugged. “S’fine,” he replied. “It’s nothing serious.”
Of course it was.
Yoshiki felt like maybe it was a stupid question. “That’s good.” Play it cool, like dad.
Katsuki was quiet for a few minutes making Yoshiki think the conversation was over before he said, “start building up your shoulders more when you train.”
“My shoulders?”
Yoshiki felt like maybe it was a stupid question. “That’s good.” Play it cool, like dad.
Katsuki was quiet for a few minutes making Yoshiki think the conversation was over before he said, “start building up your shoulders more when you train.”
“My shoulders?”
“Yeah.” Katsuki touched his shoulder and glanced down at his palm. “If you intend to be a hero, too, you’ll need it to advance with your quirk. I know yours is different from mine, but you feel the kick back, right?”
Yoshiki looked down at the little pink pads of his fingertips.
Yoshiki looked down at the little pink pads of his fingertips.
He always had to be careful with how he touched things, pinkies always up lest whatever he grab instantaneously blow up. Still, like all explosions, the kickback was there.
“Yeah,” he nodded. He flexed his fingers. “Maybe this weekend...can I come train with you?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. He flexed his fingers. “Maybe this weekend...can I come train with you?”
“It’s not going to be easy,” Katsuki warned, causing Yoshiki to bristle.
“I know that! I’m not some weakling! I’m thirteen now, I can handle it.”
Katsuki lip twitched into a small smirk. “Heh. Fine then,” he shrugged. “Let’s see how you do.”
“Fine!”
“I know that! I’m not some weakling! I’m thirteen now, I can handle it.”
Katsuki lip twitched into a small smirk. “Heh. Fine then,” he shrugged. “Let’s see how you do.”
“Fine!”
They continued to fall into another silence. He couldn’t think of what else to say, so he kept quiet until the rice cooker beeped.
Thankful for something to do, he jumped to his feet and grabbed the plates down.
Thankful for something to do, he jumped to his feet and grabbed the plates down.
As Katsuki was portioning out the rice, Yoshiki took a moment to study his father’s face. For being close to his mid-thirties he aged well; a side effect from the glycerine traces found in their sweat. Obaasan still looked twenty years younger than she really was.
He sometimes overheard his mother complaining about how unfair it was that his fathers skin was nicer than hers. Despite that though, he could clearly see the exhaustion on his fathers face; the ever so subtle crease lines beneath his eyes and forehead; the stress and long hours.
Katsuki’s eyes drifted toward him and Yoshiki quickly averted his gaze to pretend like he wasn’t staring.
Which he definitely wasn’t in the first place!
He flinched, feeling a palm clap him on the shoulder as the plate was pushed back into his hands to set on the table.
Which he definitely wasn’t in the first place!
He flinched, feeling a palm clap him on the shoulder as the plate was pushed back into his hands to set on the table.
“Oi...” Yoshiki muttered after placed down two of the settings.
Katsuki gave him his attention as he came back to take the a third and forth plate from him to set down.
Yoshiki waited until he was safely across the room, putting the plates down before he said,
Katsuki gave him his attention as he came back to take the a third and forth plate from him to set down.
Yoshiki waited until he was safely across the room, putting the plates down before he said,
“...Thanks for helping me save dinner,” he thanked him awkwardly. “And...ya know,” he felt his stomach learn how to braid itself into new knots, “earlier...stopping that hold up...it was...kinda cool, I guess.”
Fuck. That sounded so lame.
Fuck. That sounded so lame.
Yoshiki stomped over to the fridge to take out some drinks and maybe cool the heat pooling in the center of his cheeks.
He didn’t know what kind of face his father was making, but he could feel his eyes staring intensely into his back.
He was taking way too long to grab drinks.
He didn’t know what kind of face his father was making, but he could feel his eyes staring intensely into his back.
He was taking way too long to grab drinks.
Cursing under his breath, he reached for the tea and water pitchers.
“Really?” Katsuki’s tone was mocking. “Thought I was /lame/ this morning.”
Yoshiki winced. He should have seen that coming, but was it him or did his father sound bitter?
Wait - did that actually bother him?
“Really?” Katsuki’s tone was mocking. “Thought I was /lame/ this morning.”
Yoshiki winced. He should have seen that coming, but was it him or did his father sound bitter?
Wait - did that actually bother him?
“Hah?” Yoshiki furrowed his brow. He put the pitchers down roughly. “Well, yeah, when you get all stupid sappy on me.”
“Sappy?!”
“Yeah! You can’t give me head pats in school and be all motivational! It doesn’t look cool!” Yoshiki exclaimed.
“So what, you rather I yell at you?”
“Sappy?!”
“Yeah! You can’t give me head pats in school and be all motivational! It doesn’t look cool!” Yoshiki exclaimed.
“So what, you rather I yell at you?”
“Yes!” Yoshiki snapped on reflex, then paused to think about what he said before amending with a confused, “no!”
Katsuki glared at him, confused and demanding.
“I don’t know...” Yoshiki sighed. To be honest, he didn’t know what he wanted.
Katsuki glared at him, confused and demanding.
“I don’t know...” Yoshiki sighed. To be honest, he didn’t know what he wanted.
He definitely wanted his father’s recognition, for sure, but the attention at school was too much for him to process.
“Maybe just not, ya know, in front of everyone at school.” Yoshiki gripped the back of a chair in front of him and shrugged. “Maybe just keep that shit at home.”
“Maybe just not, ya know, in front of everyone at school.” Yoshiki gripped the back of a chair in front of him and shrugged. “Maybe just keep that shit at home.”
He waited tensely for his fathers response. When he got it, it came in the form of a hand that ruffled his hair into more of a mess.
“Fucking brat, you know that?” Katsuki rumbled, disguising a sigh as a growl. “Fine, but stop causing trouble; it upsets your mother.” And him.
“Fucking brat, you know that?” Katsuki rumbled, disguising a sigh as a growl. “Fine, but stop causing trouble; it upsets your mother.” And him.
“Otherwise I’ll double the embarrassment,” Katuski declared firmly.
Yoshiki rounded on him, knocking his hand away and immediately missing its warmth and weight in his hair. “Like hell! I ain’t doing nothing!”
“You locked a kid in a broom closet last week.”
He did.
Yoshiki rounded on him, knocking his hand away and immediately missing its warmth and weight in his hair. “Like hell! I ain’t doing nothing!”
“You locked a kid in a broom closet last week.”
He did.
“He deserved it.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Katsuki argues. “Don’t do it. Cut the crap now, because once you get into U.A. in a few years shit like that ain’t gonna fly.”
Yoshiki frowned, glaring at the floor tiles. Of course, his father was probably right. “Fuck. Fine.” He grumbled.
“Doesn’t matter,” Katsuki argues. “Don’t do it. Cut the crap now, because once you get into U.A. in a few years shit like that ain’t gonna fly.”
Yoshiki frowned, glaring at the floor tiles. Of course, his father was probably right. “Fuck. Fine.” He grumbled.
“Good.”
Katsuki reached back out, this time looping his arm around his shoulders. He reeled him into a firm hug, pressing Yoshiki’s cheek into his hard pectoral.
“You’re a good kid, Yoshi.” Yoshiki felt his chest swell and his throat close up. “I don’t tell you that enough.”
Katsuki reached back out, this time looping his arm around his shoulders. He reeled him into a firm hug, pressing Yoshiki’s cheek into his hard pectoral.
“You’re a good kid, Yoshi.” Yoshiki felt his chest swell and his throat close up. “I don’t tell you that enough.”
He didn’t, but Yoshiki knew, somehow, deep down that he always thought that. His arms lifted, securing around his fathers broad back.
“Your a good dad,” he mumbled back, squeezing his arms. “I should tell you more, too.”
“Your a good dad,” he mumbled back, squeezing his arms. “I should tell you more, too.”
Neither one of them heard the front door open until Ochako called in with a tired sigh, “I’m home!”
The two flew apart, nearly shoving one another back. The kitchen chair toppled over and Yoshiki scrambled to straighten it as Katuski leaned cooly against the counter.
The two flew apart, nearly shoving one another back. The kitchen chair toppled over and Yoshiki scrambled to straighten it as Katuski leaned cooly against the counter.
Ochako entered the kitchen with a smile, eyes darting between her husband and son. “What have you boys been up to?” she asked, breathing in the spiced aroma. “It smells great in here!”
Yoshiki shared a look with his father, silently agreeing that this moment stayed between them.
Yoshiki shared a look with his father, silently agreeing that this moment stayed between them.
A knowing smirk quirked in the corners of their lips. Katsuki pushed off the counter and scooped Ochako into his arms, meeting her expectant lips with a soft peck.
“Nothing much,” he replied. “You’re just in time for dinner.” Their eyes met. “Yoshiki made it.”
“Dad helped!”
“Nothing much,” he replied. “You’re just in time for dinner.” Their eyes met. “Yoshiki made it.”
“Dad helped!”
Katsuki shrugged nonchalantly as Ochako smiled. “I can’t wait to try some!” she pulled away from Katsuki and walked over to him, catching his cheeks between her palms and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Yoshi.”
He tried to brush it off cooly. “It was no big deal.”
He tried to brush it off cooly. “It was no big deal.”
“I’ll go change quick and get Kimiko so we can eat,” Ochako said, letting him go. She retreated from the kitchen and the two Bakugou men collapsed in their seats.
💥PT 5 END💥
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