Katsuki was hit with a quirk while he was coming back from shopping with his idiot friends. One second Kirishima looked over to see he was arguing with Kaminari about Hemingway’s ‘farewell to arms’ and it’s connotations and the next second he was +
screaming, a lot closer to the floor, drowning in the clothes he’d just been dressed in.
And then the screaming began.
“ZUKU! ZUKU! ZUKU! WHERE ARE YOU!” he screamed stamping his feet his face growing increasingly redder as fat tears trailed down his face.
He looked +
around seeing no sign of Zuku anyway and growing more and more creeped out by this place filled with people he didn’t know. Arms wrapping around him shocked him and he started kicking and screaming more when he got lifted.
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO! YOU’RE NOT ZUKU!” he +
screamed as Kirishima hardened his skin as to not get hit.
And then with the help of the others and Sero’s tape they rushed back to UA, the sobbing bakugou head in kirishima’s arms.
“MIDORIYA! MIDORIYA! Help please!” Kirishima shouted as he rushed into the common room.
Wide +
green eyes looked up and as soon as Katsuki saw that familiar but slightly different head of hair he wriggled his way down until he was free.
“ZUKU! You left me.” he pouted running in front of Izuku making grabby hands to be carried.
“Oh.” Izuku said shocked at the smaller +
version of kacchan pouting in front of him. He bent down to pick the boy up looking over his shoulder as he brushed his hair down, feeling the boy snuggle into his neck.
“Uh what… happened?” he asked Kirishima who looked back at Izuku with a sheepish smile.
“He got hit by +
a quirk while we were out, and now he’s a kid I guess.”
Ah.
Well then. Izuku could keep him company for the time being he guessed.
And so over the course of the next week or so he had a small kacchan attached to his hip following him everywhere with wide curious eyes.
One +
day Izuku was sat on the sofa reading a book when a small weight dropped into his lap. When he looked down he saw kacchan had wiggled up and d his tongue stuck out as he pulled stickers off a sticker sheet Momo must have made for him.
He looked up to see Izuku’s eyes on him +
& he brightened up as he stuck a sticker onto Izuku’s face.
When izuku tried to look away, katsuki glared at him “Stop moving zuku.” he mumbled grabbing his cheeks to keep him still. And so Izuku stayed.
He watched a small smile of amusement on his face as he watched kacchan +
work hard on getting the stickers off and onto his face. And once the boy was done he leaned back to admire his work and then slapped izuku’s cheeks and squishing them.
“Zuku pwetty.” he said beaming up at Izuku, cheeks flushed.
“No kacchan pretty.” he said boopijg kacchan’s +
nose and smiling when he giggled.
Kacchan shook his head “noooo. Zuku pwetty. Zuku pwettiest.” he said.
Another day Izuku was walking into the kitchen, holding an empty cup when he heard “zuku! Zuku!” behind him and turning around to see a waddling kacchan coming towards +
him.
“Yes, kacchan.” he said bending down to get to the shorter boys height and eyes going wide when Kacchan slammed into him and slapped a wet kiss to his lips “wuv you.” he giggled loudly and then ran away to hide with bright pink cheeks behind Momo who watched on with a +
happy smile.
“He likes you.” she said softly looking between the hiding, giggling boy and Izuku’s soft smile.
“Hmm.” was all Izuku said shaking his head as he walked off but seconds later a body rushed into his and he looked back behind him to see a very determined looking +
Kacchan.
“Kacchan? You okay?” he asked bending down again.
“No.” he huffed, “kacchan wuvs Zuku. Ever and ever.” he shouted.
“Forever? That’s a long time kacchan.” Izuku said but kacchan just shook his head.
“F’ever!!” he shouted wrapping himself around Izuku.
“Okay +
kacchan. Forever” he smiled hugging the big back praying that he didn’t attack Izuku for this when he got aged back up.
dkbk have known each other forever. Since they were born. Mitsuki and Masaru were there with inko when she gave birth and as soon as baby Izuku was held in her arms baby katsuki made grabby hands towards the other baby. His parents seeing him focus +
something other than his orange teddy moved closer to Izuku and they watched in wonder as both boys stared at each other. No crying, no grumbling nothing. Just happy gurgling as their mouths stretched into wide smiles as Izuku stretched his hand out to grab baby katsuki’s +
finger who giggled with glee.
After that first meeting the two had become almost inseparable. Katsuki screaming and crying when he had to be away from Izuku.
They were now around 11 months old and Mitsuki was trying to introduce new foods into katsuki’s diet. She had put +
Not that it was a love marriage to begin with, no he was to be wed in a marriage arranged for him by his parents and his bride's parents.
He was after all the one and only +
heir to the Midoriya Syndicate, the biggest yakuza group in East Asia and the most feared within Asia overall. The Midoriya Syndicate was the oldest and most revered with only the Aizawa Syndicate comparing.
And he was to be wed to Bakugou Katsuma, fair daughter of +
the Bakugou clan.
A smaller division of Japan’s yakuza brought in recently that had quickly risen within the yakuza ranks to settle as the third feared group in Japan.
The marriage was clearly one of business, to further cement the Midoriya Syndicates power and to provide +