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      Katsuki fought a smile at the insistent tug of his son's hand from within his own. It was almost like he was holding the little blonde monster back instead of holding his hand.

 “Oi, relax we’re gonna be there soon.”

      The jolting of his arm caused the small bag haphazardly flung around his shoulder, green with roaring dinosaurs on it, to swing precariously. Katsuki just prayed he remembered to fully zip it up so that its contents wouldn’t end up sliding across the floor. He adjusted the green pencil box and notebooks in his other arm, which refused to be stuffed with the rest of Katsume’s school supplies in the little backpack. “Why am I the one carrying all of this crap?”, he aimed his red eyes down at his son in an affectionate, albeit slightly annoyed glare.

      “Hurry up dad! I want to see my friends and my new teacher! Let’s goo!” 

     Katsuki rolled his eyes at his son, who now had his hand wrapped around three of Katsuki’s fingers trying to pull him forward without much luck. He doesn’t walk the elementary halls often, but when he does it is always a surreal experience. Walking by all of the tiny water fountains and dwarf sized coat hangers made Katsuki feel like a giant, which wasn’t outlandish considering he stood well over six feet tall. 

      At the end of the hall they had finally found the correct door. Room 316. First Grade. Midoriya sensei's class. Katsume was practically vibrating at his side now. The door had WELCOME printed in large colorful letters with stars spotted all along the back side. Each star had a name in the center of it, and Katsume, who had immediately spotted his name at the center of a blue star, began to slap his hand over it excitedly. 

“Look Kacchan! This one is mine!” 

      A large hand, not preoccupied with school supplies, came down to ruffle the spikey blond hair at the top of his son’s head. “I see that buddy. Now open the door so I can put this stuff down.” Then after a second thought. “ And what did I tell you about calling me that?”

      Using both hands to tug down the metal latch, Katsume excitedly flung the door open with a loud thud resonating the metal hinges, and dashed inside without a second thought for Katsuki and all of his school supplies. Katsuki let out a (sightly) exaggerated sigh before trudging along after his son. The walls of the classroom were littered with numbers, letters, and superhero posters to the point where it almost looked cluttered save for the massive white board at the front.There were little tables strategically placed around the room with little name tags on them for each of the students and a large desk in the corner near the only window in the room.

      The classroom was currently empty save for Katsume running around the tables in an attempt to find which seat was his, which he eventually did and sat at with an excited flourish. His son looked at him, red eyes just like his own shining in impatience. Katsuki wasn’t near enough to earn a verbal reprimand. He was close enough however, for little jittering hands to immediately reach out for the contents in his arms as soon as he came close. 

      “Calm down or you're gonna make me drop everything.” With a huff Katsuki bent over, quite a ways considering the tables barely came over his knees, and deposited the supplies on the surface.

     Beneath him his son whined and slumped in his chair, “Awww there isn’t anyone here. I wanted to see my friends and my new teacher… Dad! Nobody else has their stuff on the table like that!”

     It was a hard won battle but the urge to run a hand down his face in exasperation slowly receded as Katsuki swung the backpack from over his shoulder.

     “Does it look like I know where the stupid-”

    “There should be a little cubby underneath the table for your notebooks and folders.” 

     Katsuki spun, spine straight and at attention at the sound of an unfamiliar voice at the door behind them. The soft tenor belonged to the man leaning in the doorway who was looking over at them with a small private smile on his face to match the teasing warmth in his eyes. He wore a pair of black slacks and a slightly wrinkled white dress shirt and a tie that was rumpled and askew. It gave the impression that he didn’t dress up that often, which in itself was oddly charming.

     His eyes and the condensed curls on the top of his head were a deep viridian-

“Green!”

     His son charged forward towards the man with an excited skip in his step that threatened to make him stumble. “That’s my favorite color! Just like your hair! That’s so cool. My name is Katsume Bakugo and I’m going to be your best student.” His son held his hand out for the man with an air of confidence that wasn’t unusual for a seven year old. Let alone a Bakugo. 

     The apple didn’t really fall far from the tree Katsuki mused as he watched as the man, Midoriya sensei, squatted down so that he was eye level with the boy. The boy's hand was easily enveloped by the man’s much larger, scarred hand.

     “Nice to meet you Kastume Bakugo. My name is Izuku Midoriya but you can call me Midoriya sensei.”

     They shared a smile, Katsume’s blinding in its excitement and Izuku’s quietly radiant, but  just as excited.

    The man straightened, turning over to Katsuki to offer his hand. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you as well Mr.Bakugo.”, he said with the same smile he gave Katsume.

    Izuku’s hands weren’t soft like Katsuki had expected them to be. His hands were rough and calloused in their firm grip, slightly smaller than Katsuki’s own. This close, Katsuki could see the fine smattering of green freckles laid out like a blanket across the teacher's handsome face.

     “Just call me Kacchan-I mean- fuck. Katsuki. Call me Katsuki.”, he stuttered.

    Izuku’s eyes seemed to brighten slightly as he fought the urge to laugh at Katsuki’s slip up. He grit his teeth and kept his own grip firm on Izuku’s warm hand despite his embarrassment.

     Katsume bounces over and grabs Izuku’s other hand and tugs for his attention.

     “Midroiya sensei? What’s your favorite color? You have to tell me because I already told you mine. That’s the rules.” Izuku looked down at the boy with a warm smile. 

    “Oh is that so? Well I can’t break the rules I suppose… my favorite color is….”, he turns his head so that Katsuki gets a full view of the mirth in his eyes, which pointedly look into his own, 

“Red.” 

     For the first time in years Katsuki feels the beginning of a blush warm his cheeks. Completely unaware, Katsume bounces excitedly between the two.

      “Red is a pretty good color too. Not as cool as my favorite, green.” Izuku chuckles softly and ruffles his hand into Katsume’s hair, similar to how Katsuki did not so long ago. He could almost chuckle at the way his son melts at the touch. 

     “Well that can be a subject of debate first thing on Monday morning for the first day of school. What do you think?” Katsume cheers and jumps around some more before he stops abruptly to stare outside of the door. 

     “Oh my gosh! That’s my friend Eri! Dad, we have to go say hi. Come on! Come on!” With their school supplies left in the correct place, Katsuki swings the backpack over his shoulder once more and allows himself to be led away once again. 

“Bye Midoriya sensei! See you on Monday!”

     Katsuki turns to regard Midoriya sensei one last time in goodbye, “It was nice to meet you Midoriya. The kid is your problem now so good luck keeping an eye on him.”

     Izuku waves from where he is leaning back on his desk, smiling bright and earnest. 

“Goodbye Katsume. Goodbye Kacchan.” 

    Katsuki almost stumbles on his way out of the door at the sudden use of his embarrassing nickname.

“Dad! Dad! DAD! Daaaad!”

      Katsuki was a lucky parent. There was no way that he would ever lose his kid. Even without the constant yelling, it took him all of two seconds to lock eyes with the head of spikey blonde hair running through the sea of tiny people milling around. 

“Dad!”

     “Slow down! Hey! Katsume slow-'' Today, just like everyday since Katsume’s first day, his son runs straight into Katsuki’s legs and falls onto his ass. Katsuki tries not to laugh as his son springs back up as if nothing happened and begins to wave a piece of paper up at Katsuki.

     “Look what I made today!” Katsuki just barely manages to grab the waving paper out of Katsume’s hands and brings it up to his face as if to inspect it. It was a smeared explosion of greens and reds with little finger prints of either color all over the place. There wasn’t a definitive shape anywhere to be seen but Katsuki nodded at it anyway. 

     “That’s great buddy. Now let's get your ass in a car seat. We need to beat the buses or we'll be stuck here all day.” 

    He grabbed hold of Katsume’s hand and began to herd him in the direction of the car.

      “Midoriya sensei said that all of them were nice but mine was obviously the best one.”, his son continued. At the mention of his name Katsuki turned to look towards the front doors of the school where Izuku stood. He was wearing a plain white tee shirt today with a pair of blue jeans that were covered in paint of all different colors. He was smiling and waving goodbye to the students walking out.

     The man looked like one of the students with his messy hair and the way he had paint all over himself. 

     “Kacchan!” Katsume’s outraged cry snapped his attention to his son. “Are you even listening to me?”

    “No.” He chuckled at the feeling of his son’s little fists beating against his leg. “I’m just kidding, I’m kidding!…. And what did I tell you about calling me that, brat?” He opened the door for Katsume, who completely ignored him in favor of scrambling into his car seat.

     His little hands slapped Katsuki’s away when he tried buckling him in. “I can do it!” Katsuki put his hands up to placate the kid but paused when he caught sight of Katsume’s cheek. “What happened to your face?”

    He grabbed his son’s face, which was easy to do with one hand even with the residual baby fat on his cheeks. He tilted his face to get a better look at the angry red scrape on his cheek. “I fell off of the monkey bars.”, Katsume pouted. 

    “You’re supposed to land on your feet, not your face, dummy.”, Katsuki teased with one last rough squeeze of the kid's cheeks. Katume’s high squeaky “Shut up dad!” could be heard even after Katsuki shut the car door in his face.

     There were several crashing sounds coming from behind him as he dug out Katsume’s practice sheets of homework from the crunched mess of his folders in his little green backpack. Katsuki huffed and began to straighten everything out as he studiously ignored the sound of hot wheels being driven all over hell and gone in the living room. (Katsume’s motor engine sounds were a little extreme). Oh god did he remember to put away his paperwork?

     A quick glance over his shoulder told him that no, he did not remember to put away his paperwork and his fall designs were still strewn about across the coffee table beneath the mock demolition derby.

“Fuck”

     Katsuki sighed heavily and finally gave into the urge to run a heavy hand over his face. “Katsume. Get your little ass over to the table. Time for homework.”

     The reaction was immediate and violent, which was usually the case during homework time. “NO!”, the brat shouted, clutching his cars to his chest as if he were clutching his pearls.

     “YES!”, Katsuki snarled, advancing on the kid.

     He was really beginning to understand his mother more and more as the days went by. That in itself was scary enough but that's what being a parent does to you. Katsuki supposed this must be his karma for being such a little shit when he was young.

     He reached out, fast as a viper, and snatched Katsume up right as the boy turned to flee. After finally wrangling the kid into a chair at the kitchen table Katsuki began pulling out papers from the designated homework folder, frowning at the first sheet.

Hello

Mr. Midoriya’s class will be going on a field trip to visit one of the nearby farms on 9/20. If there are any parents available to chaperone and tag along for some fun it would be very much appreciated! If you are interested, feel free to contact me at [email protected] or 507-123-4321 if you have any questions or concerns. 

, Izuku Midoriya

     “Why didn’t you tell me you had a field trip tomorrow?”, Katsuki demanded. He whipped the paper around so Katsume could see.

    The boy's head shot up in an instant, red eyes wide as he yelled (to nobody in particular), “Oh yeah we’re going to the farm tomorrow!” 

    Katsuki rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Why don’t you tell me abt this sh- stuff.”, he signed. Now it’s probably too late for me to sign up.”

    The reaction was immediate from his son. “Common Dad! I’m sorry! I want you to go!”, as Katsuki was already pulling out his cell phone, shaking his head at the things he was willing to do for this kid.

    It rang twice before his teacher picked up with a soft, “Hello?” He was thrown for a second when his chest did a weird flip but he soldiered through it.

    “Uh. Hello. This is Katsuki... Katsume’s dad.” smooth Katsuki. Real smooth. He grimaced at his own uncharacteristic awkwardness with the phone still held up to his ear.

    “Oh! Hi Kacchan!” Of fucking coarse he remembered. “What can I do for you?” 

    Katsuki cleared his throat. “Yeah, I was wondering if you needed any more chaperones tomorrow for the field trip?” There was a pause. 

    “Oh- Oh yeah absolutely, I could use all of the help I can get.” Katsuki felt a smile pull at his lips as he gave a thumbs up to Katsume who was watching. “Just  meet us at the back entrance of the school at 8:30 sharp. There will be a bus waiting.”

    He nodded, as if Izuku could actually see before catching himself with a quick, “Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.” 

    God he sounded like such a loser. It was unbearably quiet on the other line until Izuku’s soft voice interrupted his racing thoughts. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” 

    Was that a smile in his voice? Katsuki hung up before he could read too much into it.

      Of course his only day off would be spent on a big yellow nightmare that he thought he had kissed goodbye over fifteen years ago. There were brats everywhere who were screaming and yelling and just over all way-too-fucking-loud for such a small space. His brat in particular was yelling louder than all hell. It didn’t help that Katsuki’s brain could instinctually pick out his  voice. Not that it was necessary, considering his son’s voice was raised well above the rest of the murmuring of the other little monsters.

      Katsuki was sitting upfront with the other parents who also made the mistake of volunteering to be chaperones. He thought he might cry when Izuku stood up and announced that they were here as the bus pulled down a windy gravel round in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere.

     That was until Katsuki remembered where ‘here’ was. He could smell it long before the fields and the red building came into view. A tall blonde man and a short woman with green hair came out of the large farm house at the very end of the driveway as the school bus came to a halt

     Izuku was the first one off of the bus and greeted them both with a warm hug. He was still speaking quietly with them when Katsuki stepped off of the muggy bus and into the soft fall breeze with a sigh. He was only able to enjoy it for a few glorious seconds before a familiar fist was rumpling his nicely pressed shirt. 

      “Dad. Dad. Lift me up so I can see the cows better. WOW- look how fat that one is. Hurry! I want to see!” 

     The fist on his shirt began to pull downward, stretching the fabric and revealing Katsuki’s collarbones to the world.

     “Alright. Alright. Quit it.”, he said as he reached down and pulled his son up as if he weighed nothing. Katsume giggled as Katsuki pretended to drop him once or twice before settling him on his shoulders. Little hands rested on his forehead right above  his eyebrows, probably pulling his face into all kinds of weird distortions, as he walked them over towards the fence. 

    Out of the corner of his eye he saw Izuku watching them with a soft smile. 

    Eventually once everyone was settled down and successfully corralled they were split into two groups. One half went with the farmer, Mr.Yagi, and the other half went with Izuku. His son had grabbed his hand and marched right over to Izuku’s side demanding that they go with Midoriya sensei. Not that Katsuki was complaining. He enjoyed watching Izuku feed baby calves and milking cows all while teaching his students cow anatomy and rambling on about random facts about feeding times, breeds, and what goes into the feed. 

     Then Mrs. Inko brought out home made sandwiches for the class while Izuku and Yagi brought out bales of hay for them to sit on and enjoy their food. Izuku must be packing some serious muscle beneath the green flannel he was wearing today because he was swinging those bales of hay around as if they were nothing. Katsuki’s throat felt a little dry as he watched the other man wipe sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. 

     After lunch they brought the kids over to the machinery they used around the farm for a safety demonstration with a scarecrow on why it is important to be careful around the equipment. Katsuki had to fight to keep the smile off of his face at his son's shrieking gremlin laugher when the scarecrow got dramatically sucked up into the equipment after standing too close. 

     To be fair it was kind of funny the way it went flying. Katsuki risked a glance over at Izuku who had his hand shielding over his mouth suspiciously. Try as he might, he couldn't hide the mirth in his eyes as they glazed up to meet Katsuki’s own. Afterwards the kids got a tour of the less dangerous farm equipment. Katsuki smiled as he pulled out his cell phone to take a few photos of Katsume who was sitting in a tractor, cranking the steering wheel back and forth as if he were in a high speed chase rather than a vehicle that probably couldn’t go faster than 40 miles per hour.

     Katsuki was surprised that he was actually disappointed when it was time to go.  He begrudgingly followed the horde of excited yelling kids onto the bus. He was embarrassingly aware of Izuku following close behind, so focused on the sound of Izuku’s pants swishing and the sound of his footsteps that Katsuki forgot to duck his head while stepping up into the school bus. Jaw clenching so hard he thought he heard a creek for a second, he hardly refrained from letting his vocabulary loose in front of a bus full of children as his forehead connected with the top of the doorway.

     Giggles from his son was the only sign that anybody had noticed. “You’re too big for the bus Dad.” Katsuki’s answering glare was enough for his son to delve back into giggling at his expense. He sat down, rubbing over the sore spot on his forehead and grumbling to himself as Izuku stood at the front. His lips were moving, eyes jumping from one little goblin to the next before nodding to himself. 

    “All right, that's everybody.” He gave a quick nod to the bus driver who didn’t even wait for him to sit down fully before hitting the gas. Katsuki was staring dutifully out the window, making bets with himself about how long it will be before his headache begins when he senses somebody plop down into the bench seat beside him. 

     “You okay? That doorway came out of nowhere.” Now if that little joke had come from anybody else Katsuki would’ve told them to shove it, but with Izuku giving him that slightly concerned, lopsided smile it had him blushing the slightest bit. 

    “Yeah I just hadn’t been on one of these damn buses in over a decade. Hopefully won’t have to be on one again in another ten years.” He made a show of rubbing his forehead again for the sake of dramatics. The lopsided smile grew into something full and bright and it made the embarrassment completely worth it for a few moments.

    “I’m glad you came today, terrible bus ride or not. It looked like Katsume had a lot of fun with you here.” Katsuki fought like a spartan to keep the blush off his face. 

    “Yeah well I’m sure you could’ve handled him. He talks about you all the time you know. Midoriya sensei this, Midoriya sensei that.” It was getting increasingly hard to act casual with the way Izuku listened so attentively. 

    “I didn’t mean I was glad you came because it was more convenient, Kacchan.” Katsuki couldn’t let his hopeful brain trick him into believing he saw a little color on those freckled cheeks. “It was nice to see you guys together. He talks about you all the time too.” Katsuki wasn’t expecting all of the fierce warm fondness for his boy to erupt in his chest in response to Izuku’s comment. 

    “Oh god what does he say?” Katsuki grimaces.

    Izuku smiles, indulging him. “Well he talks about how his dad is the best dad, how his dad makes the best food, how his dad reads the best stories.” 

    Katsuki feels a smile pulling at his cheeks now. “Oh really? That little shit is always going on about how I ‘have to do the voices like Midoriya sensei’ every night.”

    The other man laughs now, delighted. “Oh! I also heard him tell one of the other students to ‘pick up his damn toys’ the other day.”, he says with an eyebrow raised accusingly at Katsuki.

   “That’s my boy.” Katsuki grins.

    This time the bus ride felt painfully short and before he knew it they were pulling into the parking lot at the school. They had been animatedly talking about an old comic series that both of them were fans of  when the bus suddenly began to slow. Katsuki told himself that he wasn't disappointed. Katsume was an easy distraction from the bitterness of having to leave the small haven of a bench seat with Izuku. He had run to the front of the bus as soon as it came to a full stop. Leaning full-body past Izuku to grab onto Katsuki’s arm and tug insistently.

    “Common Dad we need to beat the buses or we'll be stuck here all day, isn’t that what you said?” He was practically tugging Katsuki into Izuku’s lap, who was pressing himself flat to the seat to allow Katsuki enough room to squeeze past, which was hardly any.

     Katsuki found himself once again blushing as he was forced to admit, “Yes that’s what I said….”, as he shuffled past Izuku, dick practically in the poor guy’s face, as he made his way to the aisle. He turned, resisting the pull on his arm for a few moments to offer a pathetic farewell to Izuku who was also looking a little flustered. Katsuki didn’t get the chance to examine him too closely before he was pulled off the bus, just barely missing his head the second time.

   “You like Midoriya sensei.” There was a cheeky lilt to his son's voice that he didn’t like. He glanced up at the rearview mirror to confirm that there was indeed a mischievous look on his son's face where he sat in his car seat.

     “Yeah he seems like a good teacher.”, Katsuki replied passively, fighting to keep his eyes on the road as he approached a busy intersection.

   “No dad, I mean you like like him.” 

    The car was already stopped at a red light, which allowed him to turn around in his seat to glare at his son “What?”

   “I saw you talking on the bus.”  Katsume’s voice was already too teasing for his liking.

   “So?” Katsuki narrowed his eyes as he turned back around in his seat just in time for the light to turn green again. 

    “You smiled at him.” Katsuki rolled his eyes but stayed facing forward this time. 

    “What, I can’t smile at a guy now?” He said, a little too defensively if Katsume’s growing smile is anything to go by.

    “You don’t smile at anybody that much. Not even uncle E.”

    “Your uncle E is still annoying sometimes.” They both snicker at that one, Eijiro being the universal punching bag for the Bakugo’s and loving it.

    It’s quiet as Katsuki makes the next few turns into their neighborhood. “Don’t worry I won’t tell him.”, Katsume breaks the silence.

    Katsuki pauses for a long while as he makes the turn into their driveway before finally sighing, defeated. “You better not, or I’ll never make spaghetti for you again.” He ignores Katsume’s dramatic gasp in favor of exiting the car, to make sure the kid knows he’s not bluffing.

     This school year goes by fast. Fall becomes winter becomes spring and Katsume comes home everyday telling his dad of new things he has learned. He’s growing as fast as his literacy rate, and Katsuki has grown insufferable to his friends and colleagues at work with how often he brags about his boy. The kid was already going through small chapter books and at this rate they will be ready to break out the first of the Harry Potter books for story time at the end of the night. It all comes to a head on the last day of school. 

     The Spring weather has allowed Katsuki to be standing outside of the school next to his parked car in nothing but a tee shirt. He basks in the sun, waiting for the tell-tale signs of his son approaching. He doesn’t wait long. There is a sudden uptick in excited screams as the front doors open up to allow a flood of young kids to escape for summer break. There's screaming and sticky candy, and Katsuki will be lying if he said he wasn’t going to miss moments like these when his boy is all grown up. 

    Katsume is as easy to spot as always, he just isn’t running as usual. Midoriya sensei is crouched by the front doors near where a few of the other teachers have lined up to say goodbye to their students for the summer, and beside him gathers a small group of kids, his son included. Most of his class had wandered off in their excitement or had already run to catch their buses home. The rest had apparently stayed behind to say one last goodbye to their teacher who was sending them off with one last goodbye. Katsume was looking down at the ground as Izuku had a hand on his shoulder. 

    Izuku had his head bent also, speaking softly but with a smile, when suddenly Katsume surged forward, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and holding on tightly. Katsuki raised his eyebrows, reading the surprise on Izuku’s face from across the parking lot. Reflexively Izuku wrapped his arms around the boy in return, patting his back and smiling. Katsuki was sure he was whispering all kinds of farewells and promises of the future, and after about a minute Katsume let go, and with one last wave turned and began making his way solemnly towards Katsuki.

     He was already crouched down and waiting with a hug ready by the time Katsume made it to the car. Katsume was uncharacteristically quiet as he walked straight into Katsuki’s waiting arms, upset. He hugged his boy, asking what was wrong in a quiet voice as he felt little damp tears soak into his shirt. 

    “Midoriya sensei won’t be my teacher anymore.” Katsuki felt his chest tighten at the small hiccup in his son's voice.

    “That’s okay buddy. You’re gonna be older and learning different things next year. Midoriya sensei has to teach the younger kids.” 

    Katsume pulls away suddenly, voice getting louder. “I don’t want to say goodbye to him. And I don’t want to say goodbye to you tomorrow either!” Oh, so that’s what it is. Katsuki’s chest squeezes with that familiar love as he brings a hand up to wipe the tears from Katsume’s cheeks.

    “I don’t want to say goodbye either but your mom is very excited to see you. Saying goodbye isn’t fun but it’s a part of life, and it’s only for a little while. I’ll be ready to pick you up at the end of the summer before school starts again, and you’ll probably see Midoriya sensei on your first day of school too.” Katsuki’s heart broke at the thought but he could put on a brave face for his boy. “You’ll be having so much fun with your mom that I’ll be there ready to pick you up before you know it.” 

    Katsume hugs him again, this time tighter and says with a much clearer voice now, “I still don’t like it.”

     “I know. Me neither.” ,Katsuki mutters. “I’ll miss you everyday.”

     They hug for a long while until Katsume pulls away, this time with his eyes dry. “Dad, we didn't beat the buses.”

     Katsuki chuckles despite himself. “That’s okay kid. How about we go get ice cream since it’s the last day of school?”

    Katsume nods, and like most children can be instantly cheered up by a frozen treat.

    He meant it too. He truly did miss his son everyday and that even reflected in his dinner plans. It’s only been a couple of weeks since Katsume’s mom picked him up for the summer and all routine has already disappeared from Katsuki’s life. Katsuki frowned at his basket, pitiful half servings and easily prepared microwave meals. Katsuki loved to cook and it was something he was good at, but was there really any point if he wasn’t sharing a meal with anyone? If half of it had to be stored away into a container?  He didn’t even know what he wanted to make anymore, usually Katsume just told him what he wanted to eat and Katsuki made it. Now he’s just staring dumbly at his basket in the middle of the produce aisle not sure what he even wants to buy because he’s not sure what he’s even gonna make.

     He was on the verge of just putting everything back and just calling up Eijiro to go out to the bar and eat junky greasy food when a sudden voice brought him out of his depressed revere. “Kacchan?”

     He immediately recognises the voice but doesn’t believe it until he turns around and sees Izuku standing there, basket in hand and bananas in the other. Katsuki is so thrown for a loop at seeing him, marvel T-shirt and sweatpants, clearly in his off season, that he panics. “You’re buying one can of Campbell's soup and some bananas? That’s just sad Midoriya sensei.”

    No hi. No hello. Katsuki hasn’t seen him since Katsume’s last parent teacher conference where Izuku had been gushing about his son the entire time, wearing his loose tie and wrinkled dress shirt, urging Katsuki to keep reading to his son because he’s showing amazing progress. It’s been a couple months since then. 

    Katsuki is already blushing. He meant it to come off as teasing but it ended up sounding like a reprimand more than anything. “That wasn’t all I was going to buy…..” Izuku says, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. His hair was a little longer now and the summer sun had warmed the tone of his skin a little. 

     Katsuki is praying that the next thing out of his mouth doesn’t make him sound like a dumbass. “Don’t you cook?” Again, came out a little accusatory and his facial expression is probably not helping but he’s never had very good control of it. 

    Izuku shoots him a small self deprecating smile and glances down at the basket in his hand with a little shame. “I uh- I’ve been called a disaster in the kitchen.” It suited him actually, unkempt and goofy as he is. He needed somebody like Katsuki in his life.

   “Guess I better cook for you then.” He almost wanted to pat himself on the back for getting an invitation out there casually and concisely but quickly remembered that he had to give Izuku a choice in the matter. “If you’d like that I mean.”, Katsuki back tracked. “I’m a good cook and I've got no one to cook for tonight.”

    Izuku looked up then, green eyes wide with surprise. “Is Katsume not around?” Genuine curiosity, not looking for an excuse not to come, Katsuki reminded himself.

    “No. His mom takes him for the summers so I have nobody to cook for. It’s quiet without the little monster around.”, Katsuki surprises himself by admitting. 

     Izuku’s smile has taken a softer turn. “You need me to fill the void?”

    “I want you. I-I want to. Cook for you I mean.” Katsuki does actually scrub a hand down his face in exasperation at himself this time while Izuku chuckles softly. “It would be nice to have somebody to cook for and I can’t in good conscience let you eat that can of soup.”

   Izuku is full out smiling at him now and Katsuki thinks he might have a chance yet. “I’d love to have dinner with you tonight, Kacchan.” Hearing it phrased like that almost brought the blush back to his face but Katsuki powered through. “And what do you have against my soup?”

    “It’s poison, now put it back.” Katsuki leveled him with a glare. Izuku threw his hands up in surrender, waiting for Katsuki to catch up beside him before walking back through the soup aisle. “What am I making you tonight nerd?”

    “I’ll eat anything you make Kacchan.”, Izuku beamed. Katsuki however, was already rolling his eyes. He hates playing this game.

    “No Izuku. You’re going to tell me what you want to eat, and then I’m going to make it. Understand?” Izuku’s eyebrows were raised but he nodded in compliance.

   “Okay well… My favorite is Katsudon.” Katsuki nodded, already making a mental list in his mind about what he needed and where in the store to find it.

    It was oddly domestic; grocery shopping with Izuku, fighting over who was going to pay at the register (Katsuki did), and showing the other man how to properly cut the vegetables so he at least knew how to make his favorite food. He was enjoying the other man's company to the point that he didn’t realize how late it was starting to get.

    Izuku had seen his paperwork on his newest clothing line releases on his way out of the door. He was running his long scarred fingers over his papers and mumbling about what he likes in the designs and Katsuki just… didn’t want to say goodbye to him just yet. Kasume was right, saying goodbye to people sucks.

     So he did what any sensible person would do and took off his shirt. “I think you should stay.”

    Izuku, keys still in hand, turns away from the designs and freezes when he sees Katsuki. His eyes scan him from top to bottom and back up again, slowly, and Katsuki tries not to preen.

    “Kacchan…” He’s looking up at Katsuki’s face now, eyes pleading.

     Feeling bold, Katsuki crosses his arms in that way he knows makes his biceps and pecs look spectacular. “If you’re going to see me naked you have to call me Katsuki. So which is it? Kacchan or Katsuki?” 

    His eyes track the rough bob of Izuku’s adams apple as his eyes trail back down. “Katsuki…. It isn’t ethical to sleep with my student’s parent.” Izuku said even as he walked a few steps closer.

     Katsuki met him halfway. “He isn’t your student anymore. Is he Midoriya sensei?” Izuku’s chin was raised to make up for their difference in height, but his lashes were low, casting a shadow over his cheeks from the lamplight as he stared at Katsuki’s lips. 

    “I suppose not…”, he muttered, leaning forward as if magnetized. Katsuki’s hands only stayed at his side until he felt the first soft press of lips against his own, then it was fair game. Katsuki’s hands had a mind of their own, one at the nape of his neck, buried in that soft green hair, and the other spread wide against the small of the other man's back, pushing their bodies flush together. 

    Without wasting any time Katsuki began to walk them over to his bedroom. Not paying any mind to the door that slammed noisily behind them as he began reaching for the hem of Izuku’s shirt. It came off, inside out and in one easy flourish as Izuku lifted his arms up above his head. His hair was a disaster and he was stocky with muscles from manual labor, fuck he was gorgeous standing there in his sweatpants. Katsuki paused only for a moment to look but it was enough for Izuku to gain a little confidence. The other man smirked, backing away from Katsuki and subsequently closer to the bed, letting his pants fall between steps until he was standing beside Katsuki’s bed, naked. A mirror of every thought Katsuki had been desperately fighting away since they first met on Katsume’s first day of school.

     His confidence became an all out grin when Katsuki began to eagerly fumble with his pants. “Oh fuck.” Izuku let himself fall backwards onto the mattress, laughing just as Katsuki crawled over the top of him. “Fuck you’re nice to look at.”, Katsuki breathes just enjoying the feeling of warm skin against his own. 

    “How romantic.”, Izuku’s voice is sarcastic but his smile is real as he says it. Katsuki’s hands wander over dips and plains, mischievous fingers pinch a nipple and Izuku’s breath hitches in response. 

    “I’ll give you romantic.”, Katsuki promises. “I’ll give you anything.” He leans down for more kisses that are immediately becoming addicting, groaning when he has to pull away to fumble through the drawer of his bedside table. “This okay?”, he asks, holding up the lube for Izuku to inspect. 

    Izuku’s eye lashes flutter, messy hair rustling against Katsuki’s pillow as he nods, “Yeah, do it.” Katsuki places a hungry kiss on his lips, then his cheek, then below his ear and down his neck. The farther down he goes the more tongue and teeth he uses until he’s happily positioned between the other man's legs, sucking a dark hickey into the inside of his thigh. 

    He can only see the underside of Izuku’s chin as he digs the top of his head into Katsuki’s pillow, writhing already. Katsuki spares a moment to admire the plans of his body, the freckles that reside on the underside of his jaw, and then he licks once up the hard length of his cock. Izuku sits up suddenly on his elbows, staring down at Katsuki between his legs with his green eyes dilated. 

    “Relax, . I’ll take care of you.” Katsuki admonishes, urging him to lay flat again with a hand on his stomach. He begins to press his finger in just as he takes the head of Izuku’s cock in his mouth. Izuku’s fingers twitch in an aborted motion, his abs flex as if he wants to sit up again but he behaves for the time being. 

    “Oh!.” Katsuki would smirk if he could. He begins to stroke his finger in and out, using his mouth instead to distract Izuku from the discomfort of adding the second. Fingers bury themselves in Katsuki’s hair and he wants to levitate off the bed with the soft groan he earns as his fingers find their way to Izuku’s prostate. 

    He’s hard as steel and impatient but he’s going to be the best lay this man has ever had. The fingers in his hair pull insistently, equally as impatient until he’s sitting up. “Come here.”, Izuku demands, and who is Katsuki to deny him. Who is Katsuki to deny him anything in the world?

    There’s a hand on his dick, guiding him forward and the pressure of it nearly makes his eyes cross. Katsuki eagerly gets with the program, rolling his hips down and sinking more and more into Izuku’s body. He freezes like a marble statue once fully inside; clenches his jaw, holds his breath, anything to stop himself from ending this before it has even started. Izuku seems to understand. He offers Katsuki a strained smile, leaning up just slightly to offer Katsuki soft kisses until he begins to move.

    Their mouths break apart at the first real thrust. “Fuck”, Katsuki leans down to breathe the word into Izuku’s neck, reverent.  It’s been so long. Katsuki doesn’t bring people over in front of his son, not that there has been anyone to bring until this moment anyway. He’s already thinking of how he wants to do this again and again, how he needs to hear those hitched breaths, those moans in his ear everyday. 

    He dedicates all of his energy to Izukues pleasure. He may be out of practice but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to make it good for him. Katsuki angles his hips just right, sucks marks into the other man's freckled neck. He pulls out all the stops just to feel himself approaching the end all too soon. Izuku sucks him in tight, meets him thrust for thrust and in the end he doesn’t stand a chance. “Touch yourself.”, it’s meant to come out like a command but it rings more as a plea even to his own ears. “I want to watch.” 

     Izuku does as he’s asked, but it isn’t the mercy that Katsuki intended. Watching Izuku stroke himself was the final nail in the coffin for him. The agonized pinch between his eyebrows- the whimper it drew out of him- Katsuki was no match. He came, hard enough for his body to lock up and his vision to blur. 

    Katsuki came back to reality, breathing heavily and absolutely crushing the body beneath him. He noted with no small amount of relief that Izuku had come at some point between them. Never in his life did he think he would ever be happy about being sticky. He rolled onto his back, content like a lizard in the sun when he felt the bed shift beside him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He grumbled.

    “To pee.”, came the response, entirely too amused for his liking.

   “You coming back?”

    He’s met with a reassuring kiss and an exasperated. “Yes Kacchan.”

    “Good.” Katsuki smirks as he pulls Izuku in for one last kiss before he watches him walk back to the bathroom, comfortable and content.

    Waking up next to Izuku had Katsuki’s heart constricting so hard it would probably show on an ECG. He noticed the sunlight filtering in through his curtains more, the birds outside sang louder, and the morning just seemed easier with the other man sleeping beside him. He managed a shower and was just finishing breakfast when Izuku finally emerged wearing his sweatpants and shirt from yesterday. He smiled sleepily at Katsuki with his hair still mused from sleep. They ate breakfast together and drank coffee in easy company. Katsuki didn’t realize how lonely he had been since Katsume left until it was time for Izuku to also leave.

     The sadness in his chest was eased when the other man was also hesitant to leave. Katsuki decided to be bold. “So what am I making you for dinner tonight?”, he said as casually as he could manage.

     Izuku went from hesitant to delighted like a switch was flipped and it brought a smile to Katsuki’s face. “You want me to come over again?”

    “Obviously nerd.”, he stepped forward, regaining confidence.

    They were toe to toe now, nearly nose to nose so Izuku’s next words were whispered. “So Katsume wasn’t kidding.”

    “What?”, Katsuki whispered back, curious.

    “When he told me his dad had a crush on me.” Izuku was grinning now.

    “That little shit. When did he say this?” Katsuki asked, blushing but unashamed.

   “The day after the field trip.”

     Katsuki huffed despite his exasperation at his son. “I’ll be having a talk with him about keeping secrets when I see him again.”

     Izuku kissed him, a quick peck on the lips, before pulling away to walk back to his car. “So I’ll see you later tonight?”

     Katsuki nodded his affirmative. He thought to himself as he waved Izuku off that hopefully he'll see him the next day and the next day…..

     The summer passed quickly with Izuku’s company. Katsuki enjoyed many mornings much like this one, making coffee for himself and Izuku while the other man took the next twenty or so minutes to grumble and blink the sleep out of his eyes. It was almost to blissful to notice the sound of the door gently opening and shutting from the outside. There was the soft tell-tale groan of the hinge that tipped Katsuki off. He tensed, listening to the way the door was slowly and carefully shut, and then silence. Whoever was there didn’t want anyone to know about it. 

     Katsuki thought about Izuku, sleepy and unsuspecting in his bed as he grabbed a meat mallet off of the counter. He was poised, like a marble statue by the threshold that separated the kitchen from the living area and waited. A small blonde head peeped around the corner and Katsuki nearly swung straight down at it like a game of wack-a-mole.

     “Dad? DAD!”

      Katsuki felt his legs give out, whether from the rapid release of adrenaline or from excitement at seeing his boy he didn’t know. It was actually pretty convenient since it allowed Katsume to leap onto him and wrap his arms around his neck from a hug that was a few seconds short of strangulation.  

    “Katsume?!” I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow what-”

    “I wanted to surprise you! Are you surprised?” He thought for a moment about how close he came to bludgeoning his own child and nodded his head.

    “Yeah you surprised the shit out of me kid.” He said. Katsume giggled his little gremlin laugh at the idea of pulling one over on Katsuki. He couldn’t even be upset as the sound bounced off the walls of his kitchen, finally at peace now that his house would be noisy again.

    “Did you eat breakfast?” Katsuki asked, already pulling out pans before receiving an answer. He was already going to cook for Izuku so what was another serving?

    Oh fuck. Izuku.

      Kasuki felt himself go very still at the sound of his bedroom door shutting. “Kacchan? Were you yelling earlier?” Izuku was still rubbing one of his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. He didn’t even notice their newest addition as he walked over and gave Katsuki a sleepy peck on the cheek. It was obvious he had slept there, his hair was flat on one side of his head from Katsuki’s pillow and the other side was unruly. He felt the moment Izuku noticed his son sitting at the table when his movements also came to a sudden halt.

     “WHAT!”, Katsume’s shrill voice sent a chill running down his spine. Something about this very unfunny situation almost made Katsuki want to laugh. Perhaps it was the absolute disbelief in his son's voice, or maybe just Katsuki’s brain trying to fight off the oncoming panic spiral that was currently threatening to make him sink through the floor. They talked about it, He and Izuku. How when their relationship progressed and they felt the time was right they would tell Katsume together. Katsuki imagined inviting Izuku to have dinner with the two of them and then asking Katsume how he felt about it first. This was not the plan this was not….

     “Midoriya sensei? You’re banging my dad?!” Out of all the things that is what finally got Katsuki to snap out of his frozen stupor.

    “Where the hell did you learn that?!” he yelled, sounding frighteningly similar to his mother. Beside him Izuku had gone comically pale to the point that Katsuki was tempted to lower him to the floor in case he passed out. 

     “Mom’s TV”, Katsume replied, and without giving Katsuki any chance to digest that he moved on to “Midoriya sensei are you going to be my dad too?”

     This time Katsuki actually did help Izuku into a chair because one more comment like that and he would keel over. “Katsume, cool it with the questions you’re freaking him out.” Katsuki wasn’t helping the situation when he added. “We have just been spending some time together so he’s kind of my boyfriend or whatever.” They never talked about labels or anything so the way Izuku’s head snapped up to stare at him in surprise was justified. Katsuki squeezed his hand under the table for some reassurance and felt more confident when Izuku wove his fingers together with his own in support.

     Izuku hasn’t said a word since he first walked in. Katsuki felt it in his grip under the table that he was nervous. He knew that Katsume’s reaction would either make or break his heart and that he would stop seeing Katsuki if it made Katsume uncomfortable. That didn’t seem to be a problem with how Katsume had been brimming with energy at the mention of having two dads.

     He couldn’t seem to contain himself any longer as he almost bounced out of his chair and jittered over to their side of the table. “THIS IS AWESOME.” was all he said as he took Katsuki’s shirt in one fist and a handful of Izuku’s shirt in the other  and tugged on them both excitedly.

     “Midoriya sensei is going to be my Dad!” Katsuki was almost bowled over by the wave of affection he felt, at both Katsume’s excited ramblings about what they were going to do today and Izuku’s watery eyes. 

     Once he pulled himself together enough, Izuku looked down at Katsume with a stern expression and with what Katsuki assumed was his ‘teacher voice’ said “There is only one rule if you’re going to see me outside of school now.” Katsume looked up at him imploringly while Izuku paused dramatically. “You have to call me Izuku.”

    “Izuku.”, Katsume murmured. Eyes wide as saucers like he was just told a juicy secret. He grinned mischievously, “Nobody calls you that at school.” 

    Izuku grinned back, equally as mischievous. “Well we aren’t at school anymore.”