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Ms. Yuna Ito hadn't signed up to deal with the Bakugou family when she had been hired to teach at Himoroshi Middle School; and she certainly wasn’t paid enough to deal with the Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight.
So when she had to end a fight between one Kenichi Bakugou and another student, she was not enthusiastic about the call that she would have to make to the Bakugou household regarding the matter. She hoped beyond hope that Kenichi’s mom would be the one to answer because even if she couldn’t understand the woman half the time, at least she didn’t literally explode in her face every. Single. Time. She was sorely disappointed however when after only two rings a very distinctly male voice spoke a gruff, “Hello?”
“Mr. Bakugou?” she asked
“Who else would it be?” he questioned curtly.
Before Yuna could get a word in, she was cut off by the man once more.
“What do you want?”
“Ah! Well, this is Ms. Ito, Kenichi’s teacher,”
“Yeah I know who ya’ are,” he said in a mildly irritated tone.
“Well, I wanted to call about a situation that we experienced today with Kenichi,”
“He didn’t get hurt again did he?” Was that a hint of concern she heard in his voice? “I’ve told that brat a million times if he’s gonna get hurt to not do it at school!”
Putting that topic aside to bring up with Mrs. Bakugou at a later time, Yuna took a deep breath and tried to keep her hands from shaking. “No, actually he started a fight at recess today,”
The other end of the line grew deathly silent and it unnerved Yuna to the point where she almost hung up thinking that Kenichi’s father had done the same. She was proven wrong however when she heard in an almost murderous sounding tone, “I’ll be right there,”
The next twenty minutes were the most nerve wracking that Yuna had ever experienced in her life and by the expression that adorned the little boy sitting in her office, it might be the same for him too.
She practically jumped out of her seat from fright when the door to her office slammed open with a seething Katsuki Bakugou standing in the doorway. She was honestly surprised that the door was still on its hinges.
He scanned the room for the boy and the instant his eyes locked on him, he stomped into the room to stand like the towering mass of a man that he was above the poor child, his thickly muscled arms crossed over his chest. Yuna practically shrunk behind her desk at the brutal aura that was emanating from the imposing pro-hero but she was startled to see that Kenichi was anything but timid in front of his father, matching his energy by pulling off an identical pose as he stood from his seat.
The silent faceoff between the pair ended so abruptly that it shocked Yuna back under her desk, preparing for a fight to break out.
“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT STARTING FIGHTS AT SCHOOL?” Katsuki yelled at the boy in a startlingly loud voice.
“I DIDN’T START IT! THE OTHER KID DID!” Kenichi screamed back, his small hands balling into fists at his sides.
“LIKE HELL HE DID!” Katsuki replied heatedly.
“HE DID!”
Katsuki was taken aback when he saw tears begin to form in his son’s brown eyes. His son was always a tough-skinned little tank, so to see him attempt to hold back from crying did something to him as a father that he couldn’t even begin to try to describe. He whirled around to face the teacher who was still very much hoping that a black hole would open up and swallow her whole.
“Did you call me all the way down here without even confirming if my son started the fight in the first place?”
Yuna peeked up through her fingers at the irate father
“Stop slinking behind your desk like a wuss!” Katsuki told the woman, his hands on his hips. Camie had once told him that he looked far less intimidating that way and so he had adopted the pose when he met with people that had more “delicate constitutions”. Camie was still trying to help him with improving how he spoke to people.
“No Mr. Bakugou – sir – he-he told us that he hadn’t started the fight but poor Mondai was far more beaten up than he was s-so we all thought that he was stretching the truth just a bit,”
“Really? You’re telling me that you’re going to believe a kid whose name literally means trouble over my boy? Are you insane?”
“I think you’ll agree that your son faired far better than Mondai once you see him,” Yuna said with more confidence than she felt.
Katsuki took some time to get a good look at his son. His lip was busted, a bruise was starting to form into an ugly shade of purple on his cheek and his chin had a nasty looking scrape on it that seemed like it was a prime target for infection. His hair was in complete disarray, more than his normal blonde spikes and the sleeve of his t-shirt was torn.
“If Kenichi looks this bad, can’t imagine what injuries the other punk sustained,” Katsuki thought, his musings interrupted however when a couple appeared at the doorway without warning, and entered to office, asking what was going on. Kenichi sprang from his seat and pointed an accusatory finger at the bigger boy who stood with the couple.
“Mondai you liar!” Kenichi shouted, startling the other boy. “My dad’s the greatest hero ever you hear!”
Katsuki stared wide eyed at his son, realization hitting him like a truck. This boy had most likely picked a fight with Kenichi about how he wasn’t very heroic in his behavior, something that he had gotten used to being in the pro-hero world and now he just took it in stride; if people were going to say he didn’t really act like a hero should, then he would simply prove them wrong by being the best. The unfortunate thing was that his son had been dragged into this by a kid who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and he had ended up defending him. His son had defended him. Him.
He couldn’t let the pride show on his face, but they were most certainly getting whatever his ridiculously incredible seven-year-old wanted when they left this hell-hole they called an “educational institution”.
Katsuki’s head whipped around to face his son’s tormentor to find a snotty little brat with a black eye, several bruises on his arms and a once bloody nose, the red liquid smeared and dried against his face. Another feeling of admiration for his boy soared through him at the sight of the far worse off bigger child; Kenichi did a pretty decent job defending himself. He moved towards the family in three long strides and stared down the kid with intimidation being the only thing on his mind.
“LISTEN UP YOU HOLY TERROR!” he yelled, the chubby child immediately bursting into tears at Katsuki’s outburst. “IF I EVER HEAR YOU’VE BEEN MESSIN’ WITH MY KID AGAIN, YOU’LL WISH YOUR PARENTS MOVED YOU TO NORTH KOREA!”
He walked back across the room and grabbed Kenichi’s hand, the little boy working hard to keep up with his father.
Katsuki gave one final death glare to the couple before he left the room, his son sticking close to his side as they exited. The father stared on in disbelief while the mother tried to comfort her wailing child but to little effect.
“I’m asking for a transfer,” Yuna muttered as she slumped into her desk chair in defeat.
“We should have named you ‘Itami’,”* Katsuki muttered, as he stuffed his one hand not occupied with Kenichi’s smaller one into the pocket of his pants.
Katsuki had slowed his pace as they had gotten further away from the school, trying to gauge where they were in proximity to their family’s favorite confectionary. The bell on the door rang out with a happy little tinkle as the pair made their way across to the front counter.
“What can I get you today?” a teenage girl with teal pigtails asked, her smile as sweet as anything the bakery sold.
“What kind ya’ want?” Katsuki asked, looking down at the boy as if he didn’t already know the answer his son would give to the question.
“Mitarashi Dango,” Kenichi replied, bouncing on his heels.
“Make it double.” Katsuki said in a rough voice, holding up two fingers.
“Comin’ right up!” the girl replied as she skipped to the back.
She returned minutes later with their treats, Kenichi unable to hold back his excitement as he thanked the girl before biting into the delectable fried sweet.
Katsuki chuckled lowly at his son’s behavior as he laid some cash on the counter. “Keep the change,” he said, reaching for his own treat and having Kenichi follow him out the door. They reached their car with relative ease and Katsuki immediately set to work with locating the first aid kit while his son settled into his seat.
Trying to put antibiotic on his son’s chin while he continued to eat his Dango proved to be quite difficult for Katsuki, but he was eventually able to achieve moderate success and then proceeded to attend to his other injuries.
“What have I told you about fighting?” Katsuki asked as he began to treat the boy’s lip. “Tilt your chin up,” he ordered to which Kenichi obeyed.
“To not get caught?” He asked.
“No! To fight when you actually need it! Like self-defense!”
“But I did need it! Mondai was making fun of you and saying that you were more like a villain than actual villains! I couldn’t let him get away with that!”
“Hmmm,” Katsuki hummed slightly, apologizing briefly when his son winced at the ointment put to his lip.
“I told him you were tough so that villains would back down, but he mocked me and then pushed me down. So I tackled him and that’s when I hit him in the nose,”
Katsuki laughed at that, picturing the situation in his mind. “With all 22 kilograms of you, huh?”
Kenichi nodded seriously.
“I think you may have broken his nose too,” he said while he turned his son’s head gently to the side to see the bruise on his cheek.
“I didn’t mean to,”
“But you may have. And that’s why I tell you not to fight right now. At least save it for when you get into U.A.”
Kenichi nodded, licking some sauce from his fingers.
“Don’t tell mom,” Katsuki muttered under his breath as he sought to clean off some of the dirt smeared across Kenichi’s arm.
“Which part?” he asked around a mouthful of Dango.
“Any of it,” Katsuki said, looking up from his task so the boy would know he was serious.
Kenichi made the motion of zipping his lips with one of the empty skewers and it made Katsuki chuckle. His eyes widened when he noticed that a mess was starting to form on the floor mats beneath his feet.
“Watch what you’re doing Kenichi! You’re getting sauce all over the car!”