Baby Cakes

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/44812630.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia (Anime & Manga)
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou,
Ashido Mina/Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa
Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Midoriya Hisashi, Izumi Kouta, Eri (My Hero Academia), Original
Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki's Hero Name is Ground Zero, Number One Hero
Bakugou Katsuki, Dispatcher Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku,
Sassy Midoriya Izuku, First Meetings, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at
Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki,
Cute Midoriya Izuku, Freckles, Midoriya Izuku Wears Glasses, Sick
Midoriya Izuku, Nicknames, Flirting, Love Confessions, Getting
Together, Getting to Know Each Other, criminal minds - Freeform, 911
dispatcher, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Bakugou
Katsuki is Whipped, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Everyone Loves
Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Significant Other, Villains,
Dorks in Love, Hacker Midoriya Izuku, Izuku is a Dispatch God, Soft
Bakugou Katsuki, Minor Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan, Todoroki
Shouto Being an Asshole, Crimes & Criminals, Hostage Situations,
Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does
Not Go to U.A. High School, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku
is Not a Hero, Shinsou Hitoshi is Not a Hero, Angst and Fluff and Smut,
Good Parent Midoriya Hisashi, Dead Midoriya Inko, Loss of Virginity,
Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Mpreg, Wedding, Missions,
Selfless Midoriya Izuku, Natural Disasters, Izumi Kouta is a Little Shit,
Implied Sexual Content, Torture, Sprinkles Of Love And Fluffy Mixed
with Pain, Pregnancy, Angry Midoriya Izuku, Top Bakugou Katsuki,
Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Marriage, Lima Syndrome, Kidnapping, Angst
with a Happy Ending, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts,
Twisted and Fluffy Feelings
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of The Dispatcher & The Hero
Collections: Favorites, ❀리아❀'s library, First Bound Book, Late Night Reads For
Restless Spirits, FINISHHHH
Stats: Published: 2023-02-05 Completed: 2024-10-03 Words: 128,291
Chapters: 52/52
 Baby Cakes
by Roya1Gir1

Summary

The one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated about being a hero—well, there was more than fucking
one thing but this was at the top—dispatchers.

At some point, the Commission decided he needed his own personal dispatcher instead of
someone new every single day he worked.

If only that fucking worked.

 Chapter 1

The one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated about being a hero—well, there was more than fucking
one thing but this was at the top—dispatchers.

At some point, the Commission decided he needed his own personal dispatcher instead of
someone new every single day he worked.

If only that fucking worked.

Katsuki was the number one hero and didn’t have time for bullshit. Some cried when he
snapped. Some snapped back and others didn’t answer. It was the fifteenth one he lost this
month and that’s why Aizawa was sitting in front of him in his office.

The Commission was out of options.

No one wanted to be Ground Zero’s dispatcher even with a big pay raise.

“Bakugo, the last thing I want to see is you having to step down as a hero because you can’t
play nice with the dispatchers.” The blonde scowled instantly earning him a tired look. “Now
the Commission has informed me that this is your last dispatcher. I’ve heard nothing but good
things and he was even Endeavor's dispatcher.” Aizawa gave him an exhausted look. “You
need to get it together.”

Katsuki scuffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine. But if I don’t like him, he can go
fuck himself.”

“I’m serious. The Commission doesn’t care how good of a hero you are, they will take your
license and give your rank to Todoroki if you don’t knock this brat attitude off.” He stood
from the chair, sighing again. “I know I’ve taught you better than this.”

With that, the underground hero left.

Katsuki glared at the door, grinding his molars together. Stupid fuckers trying to control him!
He was the great Ground Zero! It wasn’t his damn fault the damn dispatchers couldn’t listen
and do their damn job. Sure as hell wasn’t his damn job to do their job!

“Knock, knock!” Kirishima poked his head in, “Aizawa looked extra tired when he was
leaving.”

“The dumb commission is threatening my career because I can’t keep a damn dispatcher.”
Katsuki gritted out. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. “Fucking stupid.”

The redhead shrugged and took the chair Aizawa once sat in, “I mean, man, you make a lot of
them cry. A lot of dispatchers are scared shitless of you.”

“They should do their damn job!” He snapped.

“And they do. You don’t give them more than two seconds to find it before you’re bitching.”
Kirishima shook his head, cutting him off for him to continue. “Bro, I love ya man and I
understand where you are coming from but you gotta remember they aren’t in the field. They
are in front of the computer waiting to assist you.”

The blonde let out a huge sigh, “I’ll fucking try... I guess. No really other choice since the
fucking fuckers are gunning for my license.”

“That’s the spirt, bro! Now come on! Let’s go get some ramen!”

The next morning, he suited up and put his comms in his ear. Here goes fucking nothing. He
tapped the button the device in his ear. “Oi!” Not the best approach but he needed to start off
strong.

“Go for Deku, sunshine.”

He blinked out at the nickname before scowling, “Who the fuck are you calling sunshine?!”
Also why does this guy’s voice sound... cute.

“Ah, Ground Zero! It’s my pleasure to serve you!” He could hear the bright ass smile in his
voice. “My name is Deku and I’m your dispatcher—final dispatcher, I might add.” Deku
laughed lightly, “Now, no time to waste! You are needed for a wellness check on sweet Ms.
Yuki!~”

Katsuki strongly resisted the urge to fucking yell. One because his voice was... nice and two
he got straight to the point. “Address.”

“District two. Oak Hill Apartments number 325.”

Be nice. He needed to be nice.

Walking out of the locker room, he headed outside and blasted straight into the air. “Thank
you... Deku.”

“Anything for you sugar lips!” Deku replied happily and the comms went quiet. First fucking
sunshine and now sugar lips.

Fucking hell. It was going to be a long day.

Unfortunately, Ms. Yuki was found dead in her apartment. The woman was peacefully
sleeping in her bed when she passed on.

“Dispatch, I need police to the address you sent me to.” He said after tapping his comms. The
police showed up to help find details on her family and calling the appropriate people to take
her body away. He left not hearing a word from Deku.

Katsuki began his patrol, walking down the streets of Japan... waiting. That’s what most of
hero work was. Waiting for something to happen so he could go save the day.
After two hours of silence, he tapped his comms, “Oi! Is there anything?!”

“Nope!” Deku came back, popping the p in the word.

Katsuki scowled angrily. “Fucking stupid.”

“Oh. So, you want something tragic to happen so you have something to do?” Deku said
sarcastically.

No one and he means no one has fucking ever talking to him like that. It fucking pissed him
off.

“Listen here, fucker. You shut your damn month!”

The sound of a bubble gum popping in his ear made him wince. Right as he was about to
snap at the idiot, his comms went quiet on Deku’s side. God, the nerve of this fucking stupid
deku! He’s useless just like his damn name!

Fuck! Now he wanted to find a villain and punch him in the face!

The remainder of the day was him asking Deku if there was anything for him to do and he
got the same ‘Nope!’ every time. He was fucking happy for once to be done at work, shutting
off his comms for the night and almost throwing it in his locker.

“FUCK YOU!”

Denki yelped, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do whatever I did!” He covered his face with his
arms, waiting for a blast.

Katsuki sighed, “Not you, Pikachu. My damn dispatcher pissed me off today.”

“Who’s it this time?”

“Fucking Deku.”

The shorter blonde let his jaw hit the floor. “Like the Deku?! Ah man! You’re so lucky!”
What...? Lucky? That guy was a dick.

“Someone say Deku?” Shitty Hair grinned walking into the locker room from a fresh shower.
“That man is the best.”

Denki nodded quickly, “I tried to request him but they told me no since he’s requested across
the board!”

Requested?

Kirishima tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he ran a towel through his dripping red hair.
“Is Deku your new dispatcher!?”

Katsuki scuffed and pulled off his shirt, “He’s a prick.” Both boys gasped, “What fuckers?”
“Deku is an angel from the dispatch gods and you have the nerve to call him that?! He’s the
sweetest and the frickin’ best! How dare you!” Denki frowned, pulling on his leather jacket.
“That guy has saved my ass so many damn times!”

Kirishima nodded, agreeing with the other blonde. “Bakubro, feel lucky. Also, it takes a lot to
piss him off. Never have I seen him pissed and there were moments with Endeavor.

Great. Fucking great.

Stupid fucking cinnamon roll.

“Oi, Deku.” He said into his comms once he was outside of the agency.

“Good morning, Ground Zero.” Simply. Easy. No teasing.

Katsuki grunted, crossing his arms over his broad chest, “What you got for me?”

“Nothing!”

That’s been the last two days. Deku literally gave him nothing and no one else called him.
“Why? I could have fucking helped with that robbery in district six but you never sent me.”

Deku huffed, “And I thought you were smart. Here’s the deal, I am your dispatcher. As your
dispatcher it is my one and only job to tell you where to go and if you need help to help. But
the issue is... that you don’t trust your dispatcher.”

“What the flying fuck does that have to do with anything?!” Hr growled. This was fucking
pissing him off.

“Uh, everything? How can you trust me to get you safely out of a building when you can’t
see? If I told you to go left, you’d go right because heaven forbid you listen to anyone other
than yourself. You a self centered, egoistical, butt wipe and I’m stuck with you. Stuck with
the person that makes my coworkers cry and sometimes quit.” He sighed and Katsuki knew
there were eyes rolling with it. “The commission has put you off any big events until I say
you're ready.”

“I fucking hate you.” Katsuki spat, “I’m going to find you and kill you my damn self!”

Deku barked out a laugh, “Funny. You’re pretty cute when I hold your career in my hands.
Remember, Ground Zero, I’ve dealt with Endeavor, you’re nothing compared to him.”

The angry fizzled out and... turned into something else. He didn’t want to be compared to that
flaming asshole. Ever. That was the biggest insult he’s ever heard.

“I’m... sorry, Deku.”

“Good start!”
By the end of the first week... he was slowly liking the nerd. Yeah. Nerd. Total hero fan and
everything in the middle. Deku talked his ear off about quirks. He would hum and nod while
Deku went on and on. His voice was... soothing almost to him.

“Hey doll face,” Yeah, he was back to the nicknames again. “I have cleared you for full duty
as long as you continue to trust me. Fully.”

Katsuki couldn’t help but smirk, “Fine, baby cakes. What you got for me?”

Deku gasped, “Oh, now you're speaking my language, baby. I have a police chase three
blocks from you. If you take 13th Ave, you’ll be right on top of them!”

Trust him.

The explosive hero blasted himself put and forward, flying straight towards 13th Ave. He was
a little worried the Deku took him down the wrong street but all doubt faded when he saw the
black van with police cars racing after it. Quickly, he formed a circle with his left hand over
his palm and blasted out a few AP shots to blast the tires.

In a matter of seconds, cuffs were slapped on the villain’s wrist and hauled off to the police
car. “Thanks Ground Zero!” The officer yelled up to him before he blasted away.

That’s how the rest of the day went. Deku told him where to go and the best route, he
followed, listened and by the end. He realized that was the best day of work he’s ever had. It
was effortless thanks to Deku.

“Damn, nerd. I’ve never been this relaxed after work.” He said and stripped off his shirt
being mindful of the device in his ear.

Deku laughed, “Well, it was my pleasure! Have a good night, Ground Zero and talk to you
tomorrow.”

“Night, Deku.”

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

Until one day everything went to shit.

“Good morning, hot stuff.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, smiling. “What’s up baby.”

“Ya know, you’re the first one to ever dish it back and it’s odd that it’s you.” Deku laughed a
little, embarrassed. “Fair warning, cupcake. I’m not letting you go now.”

“Fucking good. I don’t want anyone else.”

Was it bad... to like someone romantically and not know what they look like? Deku knows
what he looks like but he doesn’t know what Deku looks like.
“O captain, my captain, we got a commercial fire in district seven. Follow the smoke, you
can’t miss it.”

No... he fucking couldn’t. The top ten floors were full engulfed and spreading downward.
Windows were exploding, shattering glass to the ground below. It was fucking huge.

“There’s a woman on the twenty five floor...” Katsuki waited for Deku to tell him the faster
route... or the damn safest. “One sec!” If it wasn’t for the massive speed clicking in his ear, he
would have snapped. “Take the fourth window on the twenty third floor. The stairwell is on
the left.”

Katsuki blasted forward follow the directions of the dispatcher he trusted. Covering his face,
he went through the window and rolled to his feet. “To the left?”

“To the left!”

The blonde ran to the left until he saw the faint glow of the exit sign. Pushing through the
door, he took the stairs three at a time. His quirk was pretty useless here unless he wanted to
bring the building down on top of him. As he moved up the stairs, the smoke thickened
around him. His lungs burned with every breath like they were pissed it wasn’t air.

“Deku! I don’t have any visibility!” He yelled into his comms as he pushed open the door to
the twenty five floor. “Dek-” The flames flew towards him from the fresh oxygen in the air.
Katsuki made the biggest mistake.

He put his arms and hands up to block his face. The flames that touched his hands exploded
throwing him back and over the railing of the stairs.

“Ground Zero!” Deku screamed into his ear, “You will die if you don’t catch yourself! Focus!
Can you hear me? Ground Zero!”

It felt like he was standing outside his body as he fell down the center of the stairwell. He
heard Deku loud and clear but his brain wasn’t connected with his body. Air rushed against
his back, his hands burned and ached, heading pounding.

But Deku told him to do something.

Katsuki reached his hand out to his right and the second his fingers brushed the railing, his
body jerked to a stop and pulled his arm out of his socket. “D-Deku... I-I stopped. I-I
listened...” A tiny sniffle trickled into his ear. “Baby cakes...” He groaned around the pain in
his hand. “T-talk to me...”

“I-I can’t right now cause I’m mad at you.” Something in his voice made his heart fall into
the pit of his stomach. Was... was Deku crying?

“Ground Zero!” Sero’s voice echoed up the stairwell, “Let go! Red Riot is going to catch
you!” Katsuki groaned in relief when he opened his burning hand.

“D-De...”
He tried to tell him he was fine but the second his body landed in his friend’s grip, darkness
swallowed him whole.

“Hey man...”

Katsuki peeled back his heavy eye lids to meet his best friend’s face. “H...” Kirishima
quickly got up and grabbed the cup of water from the tray and put the straw to his lips. He
sucked down all the water until it was gone. “Hey...” He finally said.

“Really scared us man... Deku... he was screaming at us all to haul ass into the building.” The
redhead swallowed thickly. “You caused the upper floors to explode.”

“Deku... he didn’t know that the room was full engulfed and the woman... she was already
gone. When I opened the door... my sweat filled gloves and gauntlets exploded.”

Kirishima winced, “The healers healed you up well good as new and you’re off for two
days.” Figures. Fucking stupid. The doctor came in and explained everything in full detail. A
few new scars to add to the bunch but otherwise everything was good.

Deku wouldn’t leave his mind for the two days he had off. There was no way to contact him
and when he texted the group chat, they said no one had heard from Deku since that day. It
oddly worried him. He found himself pacing his apartment the morning of his first day back,
waiting for his time to go to work.

Katsuki needed to talk to Deku. All he wanted was to hear his cute soothing voice that came
packed with nicknames and sassy.

Never in his life has be shoved the comms in his ear and tapped it on. “Oi!”

“Good morning, Ground—”

“Where the fuck is Deku?” He growled.

The random ass dispatcher yelped. “H-he—I don’t know! I don’t know! I was just told I—”

“I want his address now.” Katsuki snapped, “Now. Give it to me.”

Katsuki told Kirishima he was taking another day off and stormed out of the agency. To his
surprised, Deku lived close by. His heart pounded the closer he got to the nerd’s apartment,
every number on the other doors counted him down until he stood in front of the right one.

This is it. Don’t pussy out. Deku’s on the other side and he... oh, fuck he was meeting his
crush—crush being an understatement—for the first time like a fucking stalker! Fuck him in
the ass!

Katsuki raised his fist and knocked lightly. He waited about five minutes then lost all
patience and banged on the door like he was the god damn police. What if he was dead!?
The locks clicked and the door slowly opened just enough for a man with emerald eyes
peeked one eye out the door. “Y-yes...?”

“I’m assuming you’re Deku.”

Deku frowned a little and opened the door to expose his full face. It was fucking cute,
freckles, but there was a big ass problem.

He looked like shit.

“S-sorry... I-I uh left my g-glasses and my ears are plugged. W-what are you saying?” Ah, no
wonder the nerd didn’t realize it was him. So, he raised his hand and popped a small
explosion off on his palm. That got the nerd’s attention. “O-Oh! G-Ground Zero! U-um...
how did you k-know where I live?”

Katsuki frowned at his weak shaking legs and bent down to pick him up bride style. “You are
a dumbass.”

“A-ah!” His voice cracked when he yelled causing him to wince. Fucking idiot was sick. “G-
Ground Z—”

“It’s Katsuki, Deku.”

“K-Kachan?” He questioned.

He rolled his eyes and walk down the hallway, kicking every door open until he found a
bathroom. “You are an idiot.” Katsuki could feel the heat coming off his body through the
blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders.

“W-what are w-we doing?”

Katsuki leaned down to his ear, “You need to get in a lukewarm bath... then I’ll make you
soup, get you some medicine and put you to bed.”

Deku shook his head furiously. “N-no! I-I'm fine!”

“Shut it and listen to me for fucking once. You trust me?” Deku stared up at him, squinting a
little and nodded his head. “Good. Now strip.” Setting the shorter man on his feet, he turned
to the tub and started the water. Clothes dropped to the floor behind him and Katsuki was
careful to take his hand to help him into the tub.

“K-Kachan... I-I'm fine, really.”

Katsuki glared at him before leaving the room and finding his bedroom. Hero nerd was right.
Merch covered the walls, dresser and shelves. A pair of black framed glasses sat on the
nightstand. “Bingo.” He mumbled. When he got back to the bathroom, he slipped the glasses
over his eyes and that’s when Deku really got a look at him.

“I-It’s really... you.” Deku whispered.

“Yeah, sweet cheeks. It’s me.” He said a little louder than normal so Deku could hear him.
Deku sunk further into the water, eyes widening and his face growing a darker shade of red.
“Deku, you okay?”

“No! I-I'm naked! A-and you are here! In your god sculpted f-fury! I-I'm naked!” Deku
squeaked.

Katsuki laughed, “We both have dicks, ya know.”

“B-b-but! Kachan! I-I'm naked!” He expressed loudly.

Damn this nerd was fucking cute all flustered.

“Damn, baby cakes, if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.” Slowly, he
pulled off his shirt and the nerd squeaked covering his eyes with his wet hands. Now he was
committed. Katsuki stripped off his pants and boxers then got into the large tub across from
him. Their legs brushed making a yelp escape Deku’s lips.

“KACHAN!”

Katsuki waited for the emerald eyes to find his. “Tell me... that you feel nothing between us.
Tell me you don’t have a single romantic feeling for me and I’ll leave and never speak to you
again.”

Deku bit down on his lip, watching him before he turned around and scooted back until his
back was pressed against his chest. “You could have just asked me on a date?”

“You’ve been calling me baby and hot stuff since week one. We’ve talked for months. Fuck
dating—not that I ain’t going to take you out but we’re over that.”

He laughed a little but it ended in a hacking cough. “S-sorry.”

“Nah, I don’t get fucking sick so I ain’t worried about it... though, after this shit want to go to
my place? It smells like ass in here.”

Deku nodded, humming softly. “Its... it’s called the plague. I’m dying didn’t you know?”

“Fuck off, Deku.” He smirked and ran his fingers through the sweaty curls.

“It’s Izuku Midoriya to you, hot stuff.”

Now that made more sense. “Katsuki Bakugo... but I’m calling you Deku.”

“Good, I’m calling you Kachan for the rest of your life.”

“Sounds fucking perfect.”

 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Deku! Incoming!”

Ah. Music to his ears.

Izuku watched the green flash of light dance across the screen indicating an incoming call.
Tapping the accept button on his phone, he gave a quick glance to the phone number and area
code from the caller, “Musutafu Dispatch, what is the nature of your emergency?”

Silence greeted him.

Instantly his fingers glided across the keyboard as he began to trace the call for a location.
“My name is Deku.” Tilting his head, he used his finger to press the earpiece closer to his ear.
Give him anything. A breath, a whimper, a tap. Anything. “If you can hear me, press a button
on the phone.”

..

Beep!

A small relief washed over him and he looked over to his third computer screen. Izuku was
the only one with three screens at his personal request. The computer screen popped a box up
with an address and names of the residents. One name stuck out to him, sending a punch to
his heart.

Willow

“Is your name Willow?” Jesus! What the hell happening to the six year old for her to call
EMS and not talk! Beep “Good job! Listen, I’m going to talk to my very cool hero friend and
I’ll be right back, sweetie. Don’t hang up, kay?” Izuku looked over at the first screen and
tapped into the hero’s coms. “Hey doll face.”

“What’s up, baby cakes?” Ugh that deep brash voice sent shivers down his spine but
unfortunately, he was a man on a mission.

“I have a six year old girl named Willow on the line and she can’t talk. Her address is 147
Hallaway Lane in district four on the edge of district five. Would you pretty please do a
wellness check for me, my love?”
Katsuki tsked under his breath, “You got it, baby.” That man has really changed over the last
few months, not only were they partners but boyfriends too. Izuku has been pretty much
living at Katsuki’s place and it’s been absolute heaven. Fuck! It was his wildest dream to date
the blonde angry Ground Zero.

And he was... well, until he tells Katsuki he’s quirkless so there’s that.

Izuku tapped back to the line with Willow, “Hey sweetie! I have my big strong hero friend
coming to you.” He said cheerfully, “Are you alone in the home?” Silence. “Is your parents'
home?” Silence. Hmm... Izuku pushed his black rim glasses up his nose, staring at the screen.
“Is there a stranger in the home?”

Beep!

Tapping back over his Katsuki’s coms, he spoke with pure seriousness. The hero always
knew when to take him seriously or flirt back. “Ground Zero, there is a stranger in the home
with Willow.” His fingers typed along the keys as he pulled up the street view of the house
and the blue print. “Two story house. If I had to take a guess I’d say the room on the north
wall, third window in was Willow’s room.

“The house has many big windows,” He mumbled, barely loud enough for Katsuki to hear
him. “If this was a robbery, why would they pick this house? In the middle of the day?”

“What am I doing, Deku?”

“Standby!” He flipped back to Willow and moved his eyes to his second screen. “Willow,
baby, I need you to try and tell me why you’re hiding. Ground Zero is almost there.”

A tiny whimper echoed through his ear, “M-Man... hurt m-mommy.”

Izuku pushed down all the worry for the little girl and focused on doing his job. The job he
did best. “Is this man a friend of mommy or daddy?”

“M-Mommy...”

“Is this a nice—”

“BRAT! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!”

He felt his green eyes go wide, “Willow, baby, don’t move or say anything. Just keep quiet.”
He slammed down on the button to the hero, “Ground Zero, you need to be there now! I’m
sending Medical and Police to the residence now.” Not even getting a confirmation from
Ground Zero, he switched back.

“D-Deku!! Help me!!” The little girl screamed into his ear.

Izuku didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t do anything! He was stuck behind a computer
screen! “Willow! I’m right here! Ground Zero is coming!”
“Giving the poor girl false hope is a little cruel doncha think, De-Ku? No one will touch me
—”

“Fucking die!”A few explosions, along with yelling, crying and footsteps all came through
the phone, “She’s fine, Deku. Not a scratch on the kid.”The green bar turned red when the
line disconnected and Izuku slowly took off his headset, dropping it to his keyboard. Blood
pounding in his ears was slowly settling.

Damn, that sucked.

Izuku sighed, letting his head fall back to the headrest of his desk chair. It’s days like today
that make things hard... not that he doesn’t love his job because he truly does but he had the
same dream as a child. A dream of being a hero. He wanted nothing more than to be out on
the field chasing the bad guys and seeing it in person but he was quirkless. Powerless. A
deku. Whatever word some choose to use.

The main reason he didn’t tell Katsuki because people tend to run the other way when he says
it like he’s a zombie wanting to eat their brain.

“Tough call?”

Looking up, he found his best friend leaning over the back of the chair with a slight worry in
his lilac eyes, “It was just one of those calls where you feel like you were too late but it was
fine.” He forced a small smile on his lips. “Ground Zero got there in time to save the little
girl.”

Shinso wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I still can’t believe you and Ground Zero.” He said
tiredly, waving his free hand in the air since the other had a permeant cup of coffee in it. Oh,
dear lord he was not having this conversation again. Izuku tapped his phone to away and
hopped out of his chair, walking away from the taller man.

Not that it stopped Shinso.

“I’m just saying, they tried to put him with me and I said fuck no!” Shinso went on like
nothing happened, “Angry asshole!”

Izuku couldn’t help the smile coming to his lips. Shinso always knew how to make him feel
better after a rough call. Minus him calling his boyfriend an asshole. “He’s not that bad,
Toshi.”

His lilac eyes rolled dramatically, “Yeah, okay only cause you’re in love with the angry dog.”

“It’s more like I’m dating the angry dog.” A sputter followed by a liquid hitting the floor
came from behind him.

Oh. He said that out loud.

Shinso coughed, trying to get the coffee out of his lungs where it didn’t belong. “You fucking
what?!” He demanded.
No going back this time. What’s the worse that could happen? “I’m dating Ground Zero.” He
whispered shouted, “Last week when I thought I was dying—”

“Cause you never take a day off—”

“He showed up at my apartment and took care of me. A complete gentleman.” He stuck his
tongue out at Shinso and smiled brightly. “And yes, he’s packing... everywhere.”

Shinso rolled his eyes into the back of his head, “You dirty little slut. Putting out for your
favorite hero in two seconds?”

Izuku gasped, slapping a hand to his chest right above his heart, “You wound me!” Shinso
snickered, “For your information, I am still a virgin. He didn’t come over to fuck me, he did
take me to his place and I used him as a pillow in his bed.”

“Oooo, so scandalous!” Shinso laughed, “Maybe try getting laid for once or you’ll die the
Virgin Mary.” Izuku gave him the middle finger and left the break room, heading back to his
desk. The asswipe had a point... he never took time off or even a real lunch break. Getting
laid by his amazingly hot, sexy, boyfriend shouldn’t be hard... the only thing that stood in his
way was work.

Villains don’t rest why should he.

Izuku plopped down in his leather chair and spun around in a full circle before rolling into
place. “Back to work.” He put his headset over his wild curls and pressed the green flashing
button, “Deku’s house of how may I save your ass today?”

“You doing okay, baby cakes?” Katsuki’s soft tone relaxed the tight muscles in his back.

“I’m alright, Zero! I went for a brisk walk and I’m ready and willing to serve you, sunshine.”
And just like that he got back into the groove of things. It felt nice that the rest of the
morning was quiet, no one in danger, no one getting hurt. Until lunch when Katsuki’s sweet
concerned voice filled his ear.

“Baby...”

Izuku huffed, twirling his Ground Zero theme pen between his scarred fingers. He knew
exactly what Katsuki was digging for. “You know... I’m not just a hero fan, big guy, I’ve
wanted to be a hero since I first saw All Might on TV.” Katsuki let a light hum around the
bite he was chewing since he was on lunch. “Looked up to him... until I was ten. He saved
me... from a mugger. Some homeless guy just looking for easy money and because I wore
nice clothes in a low income area well, you get it.

“All Might was rough and cuffed the guy even though I was screaming at him to just let him
go! I wasn’t going to press charges or anything!” Izuku slammed his hand down on the desk,
ignoring the glances from his coworkers. “I told him that I would be a ten times better hero
than him!”

“And what did the fucker say?”

“He asked what my quirk was...” Inhaling sharply, he stared down at his rainbow keyboard.
The colors slowly fading in and out, forever changing. He built it, designed it and made it
perfect... when he was imperfect. “I told him that I was going to be the first quirkless hero...
and he laughed in my face.”

Katsuki scuffed loudly in his ear, “That overgrown asshole doesn’t know talent when he sees
it.” Izuku smiled softly and ran his thumb over the small photo of Katsuki he took the other
day. “Seriously, fucking forget him.”

“That’s what my dad says but he hates All Might.”

“Who’s your dad?”

Izuku laughed a little, reaching around to scratch the back of his curls, “Um... Dragon... the
fire breathing hero.” The blonde went dead silent. “Kachan, don’t sweat it! He’s in America
and kind of likes you...”

He groaned loudly, “You would! You would be the kid of the number one hero in America!
You ugh! I’m going to fucking die!” Whether his dad was the best hero in America or just his
dad, he knew that he’d love Katsuki… once he got passed the swearing. Hisashi didn’t like
cuss words.

Opening his mouth to reassure his new boyfriend the phone began to ring, “Musutafu
Dispatch, what’s your emergency?”

“There’s a villain with ice powers down on first street!”

“Stay where you are I’m sending pros to help!” He typed out the location and nature of the
emergency before sending out medical and police. “All heroes near by first street in district
two, please respond to a villain with a powers of Elsa, they have let it go and it’s become a
winter wonderland!”

“Can you please be professional?”

Izuku pursed his lips at the voice. Frostfire was like his damn annoying father. “My
apologies.” He straightened his back, sitting in his chair. “All heroes please respond to a
villain with ice an ice quirk in district two on first street. Please confirm.”

He listened to every hero in the area confirm before moving to another call. That asshole.
Izuku spent the rest of the day answering about fifty calls just about the ice villain.

“No ma’am. You need to contact your insurance company.” He answered in a matter of fact
tone.

“B-But the villain froze my car!!”

Izuku ran a hand down his face, suppressing a sigh, “I completely understand but I’m a
dispatcher and if you don’t have a medical emergency then I need to disconnect the call.”

“No! Fix my damn car!”

 “Yelling gets you nowhere with me, ma’am now please give your insurance company a call.
Goodbye.” Right has he went to reach over to press end button, a larger smooth yet warm
hand covered his own and pressed it for him.

Gasps and whispers filled the room, some squeals and giggles joined as he slowly lifted his
head to find blazing scarlet eyes gazing down at him. “Hey baby cakes. You forget
something?”

Izuku’s jaw went slack. Katsuki—Ground Zero—was here! In his work building! Standing
next to him! IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. “Hey doll face. What’s shakin’?”

“You fucking left me hung and dry.”

Oops. That was true but he was stuck on the phone thanks to Elsa freezing one of the busiest
streets in the city. “You seemed to have managed well on your own, big guy. Or do you need
me to go back to holding your hand?” A light smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “All my
hard work, gone just like that?”

“You little shit.”

“It’s called sass, sugar tits, get it right.” Izuku laughed lightly and signed off his computer,
locking up the system. “Were you worried about me?”

Katsuki scuffed loudly. His mouth may have said no but the light dusting of pink over his
flawless cheeks was a completely different answer. “I wanted to take you out to dinner.” He
grumbled. Those scarlet eyes looked over his desk pausing at all the mini hero figurines.
“Got enough Ground Zero merch, baby?”

His fingers reached first thing he could find—which handed to be a Ground Zero mini pillow
off his chair—and smashed it to the taller man’s face. “It’s rude to look at someone’s personal
items, Kachan.”

“Huh. Says the one drooling as he watches me undress for my shower after my morning run.”
Katsuki smirked wickedly, “Eyes always a little too low for my face, baby cakes.”

Izuku tried to ignore the heat flooding his cheeks and shoved at the hero. “Go! Get out, you
overgrown gorilla!” Get out before someone else joins—

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the said boyfriend in the flesh.”

Motherfucking fucker!

Chapter End Notes

Holy shit.
HOLY SHIT!

I can't even begin to process the love on this fic! But I have heard and I will listen!!
Originally this was just a short one shot of Dispatcher Izuku who is sassy as shit and
Katsuki who needed to pull his head out of his ass and fell in love with the man behind
the phone. So, I'm so excited to continue this!!

THANK YOU! 💜
 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Katsuki gently took the wrist holding the pillow to his face and moved it away. He fucking
knew that voice, that stupid tired ass. Hitoshi Shinso or as he calls him,

“Mind Fuck.”

“Angry Pomeranian.”

“Damn didn’t think those bags could get any worse over the years.”

Izuku dropped the pillow from his fingers and whirled on the purple haired man, “Toshi! You
know him!?”

Shinso gave him a bland look, “I choose to unknow a lot of people in my life. This bastard
being one of them.” He said blandly to match his stupid face.

He was about to clap back at the mouthy asshole but Izuku lit up like the pure sunshine boy
he was. “That means you went to school with Kachan!! You should have told me Hito!”

“Did you not just hear me? I don’t want to know him. At. All.”

“Too. Bad.” Izuku deadpanned before turning back to him with a blinding smile on his plush
pink lips, “I’ll deal with him later! What are you doing here, sunshine?”

This fucking cute ball of cotton candy.

“I came to take you out to dinner.”

“Perfect where are we going?”

Katsuki felt his lips curl back over his lips in a snarl, “Fuck off. You ain’t coming!” Before he
could pull Izuku into his arms, Shinso wrapped an arm lazily around his shoulder.

A tired grin pulled on his lips and it seriously creeped him out. Hobo much? Fuck, that’s the
last person he wanted to think about. “This here is my best friend and with him being my best
friend means that you come second to me.” Izuku glanced between them, eyes shining bright
green.

“Hitoshi! Don’t be like that!” The shorter man wiggled out of his grip and threw himself at
the blonde, arms wrapping themselves around his waist. “Mmm, you smell yummy.” He
mumbled and buried his nose into his chest.

Shinso wrinkled his nose in pure disgust, “One second thought, I’m going home because that
is too much sappy shit for me to handle.”
Katsuki watched the tired man stroll away from them and wrapped his arms around Izuku
shoulders, kissing his forehead, “I was thinking we get some ramen.”

“Yum! I’m down for anything, sugar tits!”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He growled lightly, pressing one more kiss to his head before
guiding him to the elevator. He didn’t mind the nicknames—only from his lips and no one
elses—one damn bit. Fuck, his PR was happy, the commission was happy, everyone was
happy with his progress and work.

He also never thought he’d like someone clinging to him—or fucking touching him but Izuku
made his heart pound in his chest and yet at the same time calm down his inner beast.

Katsuki pulled the black baseball cap from his pocket, placing it over his blonde head of hair
and slipped on his sunglasses. The last thing he needed was to be spotted by the press with
Izuku hugging him. The damn assholes would never leave either of them alone.

After he took Izuku home when he found him sick as a dog in his apartment, the nerd shared
a few things about himself, one of them being his favorite ramen place which was Katsuki’s
favorite as well. Toki’s Ramen was the best ramen in the city.

“Table for two please!” Izuku said the second they walked in the door, blinding the host with
his bright smile.

“Ah, Midoriya, it’s been a while.” The fushia hair man chuckled, grabbing two menus from
the podium.

Izuku rolled his eyes playfully and his hands landed on his hips, “You make it sound like I
come here every day.”

“Just every other day.” The host giggled, setting the menus down on the table and ruffling his
green curls, “Enjoy, gentlemen!”

The blonde sat down in the booth and excepted Izuku to sit across from him but the nerd sat
down next to him, scooting over until he was pressed into his side. “You wanna just sit in my
lap?” He asked, teasingly.

Izuku looked up at him fondly, “That wouldn’t be easy with the booth so narrow!” Well, that
wasn’t a no either.

“I want to tell you something, baby.” He started, waiting for Izuku to nod for him to continue,
“You know I don’t give a flying fuck if you have a quirk or not, right?” Those beautiful green
eyes instantly began to gloss over as tears pooled in his eyes, “You are perfect the way you
are and fuck, baby, you look like you could beat my ass.”

“K-Kachan!”

There should have been warning book when it came to Izuku Midoriya. One minute he was
sassy, quick to clap back and the next he was a cute little crybaby nerd that melted his cold
heart. Izuku buried his face into his shoulder as his body shook against his.
Katsuki chuckled softly, pulling him into his lap the best he could. “Were you fucking
worried or something?” The nerd nodded quickly, “I thought your quirk was analysis or
something, Mr. Smarty Pants.”

“Dad said the same thing.”

“So, I ain’t leavin’ you because of a damn quirk.”

Dinner went fucking great. Izuku talked his ear off about work or heroes and even began to
examine his quirk, breaking it down to the molecule. Katsuki still couldn’t fucking believe
that someone like Izuku would want to not only work with him but in a romantic relationship
with him.

Izuku didn’t leave his lap when the bowls of ramen were placed in front of him. He shifted to
the side, pushing the table away and snuggled into him. Keeping on arm around his waist, he
used his free hand to feed his boyfriend before moving to his own bowl.

“You know... everyone says you’re a bad guy with an asshole attitude.” Katsuki fought the
urge to scowl and forced a larger than normal bite of the spicy goodness into his mouth. “I
think everyone sees the scowl and angry eyes instead of who you truly are.” Izuku whispered
softly for just his ears to hear as his scarred fingers played with the smooth leather of his
blazer. “But I see you different, handsome.”

“Hmm?” He hummed as he chewed.

“You are just a big softie under all this god like goodness.” Izuku’s voice dripped like honey
as he spoke only to make his cheek heat up. God, his body now felt more on fire than his
mouth did from the ramen. “You make me so happy.”

Katsuki swallowed thickly. The ramen felt like rocks made of lava going down his throat. He
wasn’t used to this much love and attention. Jeez, his dad was soft but he was so much like
the old hag that he knew not to push and don’t get him started about the old hag herself.

Her love was under the definition of tough love.

“Even when I yelled at you?” Katsuki whispered, taking the plunge.

The greenette pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Green met red. Izuku looked at him
like he was the damn world. Emerald eyes shining with something he’s never seen from
anyone before. Something he didn’t want to lose... ever.

“Kachan?” Izuku tilted his head and that one damn green curl fell over his forehead, resting
on his long lashes. No matter how many times he styled the nerd’s hair for work that one
piece was always a bastard.

He was never one for words... actions were always louder to him but there were three little
words that have been sitting on his chest since he met Izuku.

“Is it crazy that I’m so fucking in love with you that I’m terrified of losing you?” Izuku’s jaw
dropped slightly and his warm soft hands came to cup his cheeks. “I love you, Izuku.”
“And I love you, Katsuki.” Izuku whispered against his lips before he pressed them against
his own. He found his damn soulmate and was never letting the hell go.

The rest of the evening was spent with the couple on Katsuki’s couch, the nerd on top of him
like a damn blanket and some movie that he didn’t even know the name of. For the first time
in his life, his brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

With worry that is.

All these different things kept popping up in his head. Does he really love me? or what if I
fuck up or holy shit. He’s going to have to meet my damn parents.

They’ve been a couple for over a week but also talked for months every day. This
relationship was effortless. It just went with the flow without him trying to be someone he’s
not... well, Izuku did meet him on not so great of terms. He’s seen Katsuki at his lowest and
Izuku pulled him up making him stronger.

“What’s bothering you, hot stuff?”

Katsuki blinked a few times, pulling his head from his ass to find a bright pair of green eyes
staring down at him. “Nothing, nerd.”

“Do you know liars wet the bed?”

He blinked again, confused, “It’s liar liar pants on fire?”

“It’s the same difference!” Izuku said with a roll of his eyes, “Spill Mr. I don’t like to talk
about my feelings.” The asshole had the nerve to boop him on the nose and flash one of his
sweet tooth rotting smiles at him.

The hero melted under his eyes, relaxing into the soft cushions of the couch, “I really don’t
want to fuck up with you...” He sighed, pushing down the feeling of vulnerability. This was
Izuku—his boyfriend—if he could open up to anyone it would be him. “Everyone thinks I’m
some piece of shit villain even though I worked my ass off to the top. Then there’s you who
is sunshine coming out your ass and it probably tastes like fucking cotton candy.” Izuku
pursed his lips at the thought as he continued on, “I don’t fucking deserve you and all the
goodness you have to offer.

“I just really don’t want to lose you.”

Izuku propped his chin on his chest, staring up at him with a fond gaze. “You need to settle
down, big guy. Cause unless you tell me to go, you are stuck with me. Also! You are not a
villain! You helped a poor old man cross the street the other day.” Katsuki scuffed and turned
his head away. “Katsuki, I just told you I love you, do you really think I’d just up and
disappear?”

“Yes...” He grumbled almost pouting.

A warm hand gripped his cheeks, squishing them together as Izuku jerked his head back to
look at him. “I’m not going anywhere... well, unless work but other than that nope! You are
stuck with me no matter what!”

Katsuki’s heart swelled so fast he thought it was going to explode in his chest. “Fuck you!”
The shorter man just laughing know there wasn’t any bite to his words and nuzzled his face
into the crook of his neck. Fucking fuck! This man was so damn perfect!

“Deku.”

“Hello there, handsome, how can I serve you today?”

Katsuki couldn’t help the smirk forming on his lips at his sassy boyfriend’s morning greeting.
Even though they barely departed—maybe two hours tops—each other, Izuku still greeted
him the same every day. “I need a bus to my location.”

Izuku clicked his tongue lightly, “For you, good sir or a citizen?” That was also a new thing.
The damn nerd came super protective over him and anytime fucking time he asked for
medical, Izuku still sent it but had to question him.

“Not for me, baby cakes, just a few citizens with minor wounds and fucking Sparky shocked
himself dumb again.”

“Aw! Poor Chargebolt! You should be nicer to him! He’s trying!”

Katsuki tsked, watching Shitty Hair hold his boyfriend close as Sparky with the dumb look
on his drooling face. “You should shut it.” Sometimes on very fucking rare occasions... he
forgets who the fuck he’s actually talking to.

“Over and out then, Ground Zero.”

Izuku side went instantly silent in his ear. Great. Now he’s in fucking trouble. “Baby cakes...
I’m sorry.” The words always tasted weird after they left his lips. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Deku...”

“C’mon, baby.”

Katsuki groaned loudly, taking his left hand and running it through his hair. “Baby cakes... I
love you, you know that, right? I’m sorry, please talk to me.”

“There’s an officer asking for assistant on third street.”

Against his own will, he bit down on his tongue and blasted into the air. There was no time to
question his dispatcher, let alone push the person that can mute him. The officer that needed
help just needed someone to be another witness to put on his statement.

The man was drunk at three in the afternoon but he was screaming about suing and that was
never a good fucking sign.

“Thanks, Ground Zero!”

 He nodded in return and went back to his patrol route. “Talk to me, love” And yes, he saved
the little pet name for days like today when he fucked up too hard. The line clicked but it
wasn’t Izuku’s voice that came through it was the clicking of his pen. “I didn’t mean to say
that. I’m an idiot and I’m damn sorry.”

Izuku sighed a little or maybe it was him letting out the breath he was holding on to. “I’m not
mad—okay, I’m a little mad but only because you said it to me when I’m... that entire
sentence was a lie. I’m not mad... you just hurt my feelings.”

“I know that but I only said that shit out of habit. I didn’t want—I don’t want you to ever shut
up, baby cakes.” That was the honest truth right there. He was addicted to Izuku’s voice, over
the phone and in person.

“Don’t do it again, cupcake, it’s hard for me to even stay mad at you but you need to learn
some dang manners, mister!” Izuku giggled lightly. If he giggled it was never a good sign.
“My dad doesn’t do well to people with no manners.”

The hero shook his head, smiling nonetheless. “You better play hero and protect me from
your dad, Deku.”

“He’s harmless!” Izuku laughed causing his stomach to drop and his heart to flutter.

“I have explosive sweat on my body and he breathes fire!”

“So keep the fire extinguisher nearby, got it.”

Katsuki smirked, “You sassy little shit.” Izuku laughed again. He could imagine the nerd’s
green eyes shining right before he closed them to laugh full heartedly. That was a sound he
could listen to all day long.

God damn, he was a fucking sap.

Chapter End Notes

I just love me some soft/whipped Bakugo lol

 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes

Light dick in your face smut at the end. 😂

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Alright, hot stuff, I have to disconnect and go to another hero.”

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, “Why do you have to pull a double!? You
should just leave and come home!” He complained. Again.

Izuku laughed with a roll of his eyes. This has been going on for over twenty minutes, thank
goodness he told his boyfriend earlier so he wouldn’t be late for the next shift. “Because
someone is sick and they covered me last week when I was.” There was something about the
way Katsuki called his apartment home and it made him undeniably happy. “Plus, my sweet
blasty boy, I was requested by my boss to work tonight.”

“I’m still fucking salty about it, baby.”

“I know, Kachan and I will come over once I’m off using the key you gave me to break into
your apartment and snuggle you.” He smiled down at the stupid picture Katsuki slammed
down in his hand this morning. Last night they took a lot of silly photos in bed and the blonde
must have a photo printer because one of the photos Katsuki instantly sent to himself was put
in his hand this morning which he then had to promise to put it on his desk.

100% it was just for Shinso to see the sappy love between them.

“I love you, baby cakes.” Katsuki grumbled, still pouting.

Izuku smiled even bigger, “I love you too, grumpy.” He hung up the call and took a ten
minute break to grab a large cup of coffee to go with the rest of his lunch he didn’t finish.
Night shift wasn’t too bad. The only issue was that he sometimes got stuck with a hero that
complained the entire damn night or worse, the ones that fell asleep on the job.

Walking back to his desk, he set the mug down on his Red Riot themed coaster and the bento
box in the empty space to his left. Damn. Izuku’s eyes fell on the flashing purple light that
was for hero to dispatcher. Izuku plopped down in his chair and slipped on his headset,
pressing the button at the same time.

“Talk dirty to me.”

“Excuse me?”
Oh. Oh fuck. Oh no! Izuku stared at the screen waiting for the punch line but one never came.
Somehow, he needed to fix this ASAP before something happens. Clearing his throat, he
straightened his back against his chair. “Good evening, I’m Deku and I will be your
dispatcher for tonight!”

Oh my god! Someone kill me now!

Normally, it was someone from War Zone—usually Chargebolt—but he was horribly

mistaken. Kiss his career goodbye! Maybe he could take Endeavor’s offer to burn him to a
crisp. Yeah... that could work.

“Deku... you know that means useless, right?”

Great. Another one. “Yes, sir, I’m aware but it’s easier to call myself useless first then wipe
the smirk off their face when I save their ass.”

A sigh echoed through his headset. “That’s not logically but I’m too tired to care. I asked the
coordinator for the best and that must be you.”

Izuku beamed at the praise. It might not sound logically but in the end it worked. He was the
best. “Why yes, sir! I have helped many heroes and did my very best. Endeavor was a pain in
the butt but I handled him nicely. I even got the big bad Ground Zero to turn it around!”

There was a long pause before the tired voice spoke, “So you are the last resort dispatcher.”

“I’m the one that doesn’t put up with BS and gets my job done.” He laughed softly, “I’m also
a bit sassy so I do apologize for the way I answered the phone.”

“And Ground Zero lets you talk to him like that?” The hero asked a little surprised.

“Well, that cupcake doesn’t let me do anything. I just do it and he puts up with it.” He sighed
happily. “He’s spicy piece of angry goodness.”

Another pause. “Wait. Are you dating Ground Zero?”

Izuku smiled brightly, “Yes sir, I am! We’re almost to our two week mark! It’s crazy.”

“It’s surprising, that’s for sure.” The hero scowled but it almost sounded like he was smiling.
“That problem child actually got it together, huh.” Izuku frowned a little at the computer
screen confused by the comment. It didn’t make any sense. Katsuki’s parents were fashion
designers not heroes.

And like an idiot, he just realized he never got the name of who he was working with tonight.
“Sir, I apologize again but I didn’t get your name.”

“Eraserhead.”

The world stopped around him. Izuku starred at the screen waiting for the hero on the other
end to tell him he was joking or a big ‘HAHA GOT YA!’ but it never happened. Izuku
swallowed thickly, licking his dry lips.
“Like... the Eraserhead?! The best underground hero of all time?! The Legend of the Night!?”
Izuku couldn’t believe it! He was talking to his favorite underground hero of all time! There
were so many nights, he snuck out in hopes to meet the hero but never got lucky... no he got
grounded. “You are a badass, Mr. Eraserhead.”

Eraserhead chuckled lightly, “Most don’t know who I am.”

“I’m a huge fan!” He gushed with excitement. “Since I was a kid, I’ve been dying to meet
you!” His brain clicked into nerd mode. There were notebooks just on this hero with theories
and sighting—just everything he could find on the hero, he had it down on paper.

Sadly, his mumbles were interrupted by a call coming in. “Musutafu Dispatch, what is your
emergency?”

“I’m going to kill him!”

Izuku’s eyes widened slightly at the angry scream of the woman on the other line. “Ma’am,
let’s calm down and take a breath, who is it that you are talking about?”

A loud banging followed with cries and screams from the woman. “LET ME IN YOU
CHEATING BASTARD! I KNOW SHE’S IN THERE!”

Taking a silent deep breath, he pulled up the caller’s name by the number and began tracking
her location. He switched over to the underground hero. “Eraserhead, I have a woman in
distress and possible has the intent to kill most likely her cheating boyfriend. I will get you
the location in a moment.” Pressing the button, he switched back to the screaming woman.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR CHEATING ON ME! YOU—”

“Ma’am, I need you to calm down so I can help you.” He interrupted. “First off this person
isn’t worth you going to jail for murder so let’s settle down, okay?” Jesus, woman, breathe.
Izuku waited patiently as she slowly—and he means sloooowly—calmed down to nothing
but sobs. He sent Eraserhead on a clerk calling in a kid stealing from the twenty four hour
market. There was no point sending him to this woman when he had it under control.
“Masako? Talk to me.”

She sniffled softly, “He’s cheating on me... with my best friend.” Ouch. Izuku completely
understood why she would want to kill him. “H-He... we’re e-engaged.”

Izuku twirled the pen in his fingers, nodding slightly, “Listen up buttercup. You are so much
better than that low life jackass. If he can’t see what an amazing woman you are then he can
take his tiny penis and go fuck himself! You are worth so much than that!”

Masako laughed wetly, finally settling down, “His dick is pretty small.”

“So, get up and hold your head high as you walk away. No more tears for Mr. Tiny Dick.” He
smirked, “Pawn the ring and go be a badass bitch.”

“T-Thank you... I-I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s alright, sweetie! I hope you have a good night!” She disconnected the call and he
switched back to Eraserhead. “Everything is sweet as pie over here!”

The hero hummed lightly, “You dealt with the woman?” He swore it sounded like Eraserhead
was surprised.

“Yuppers! I know you heroes are busy so I try to help where I can!” He smiled. “And most
heroes don’t want to deal with those calls or it goes badly so I take it upon myself to help!”

“And you still sent me to the corner store?”

“I can multitask!” He chirped happily.

Eraserhead chuckled again, “I see. I’m surprised you’re not a hero since you love to help
everyone.”

Izuku’s mood dropped to floor, spreading under his feet like a puddle of water. “Yeah... you
can’t be a hero without a quirk.” Closing his eyes, he pressed his hands against his cheeks
with his elbows propped on the desk. Eraserhead was going to laugh at him just like All
Might. No one can be a hero without a quirk. So many nights he spent lying in bed, missing
and praying for a quirk.

Nothing happened.

“A quirk is just a tool, Deku. It’s the heart, mind and soul that makes or breaks a hero.” He
scuffed, “Whatever idiot told you, you can’t be one is a complete moron.” Izuku sucked in a
sharp breath, “You can have the world's best quirk and use it wrongly. I’ve watched many
heroes die from being cocky because they thought they were the best with the quirk they had.

“I believe you have the heart of a true hero from what I witnessed today.”

He was not going to cry to his favorite underground hero... he will wait and go home and cry
to his favorite hero.

“T-Thank you, Eraserhead, that means a lot.” It meant so much he couldn’t express it with
words. Being a hero was one of his biggest dreams and he’s doing it now. He’s just in
someone’s ear instead of on the front lines. “I hope you have a goodnight, Eraserhead.”

“I’m at the cat café on sixth every Tuesday morning if you’d ever want to get a cup of
coffee.” The link clicked as Eraserhead signed off for the night. Shock caused his body to
stiffen. Did the best underground hero really just invite him to coffee? Holy fucking shit!
This was a dream come true!

Izuku finally got himself together and clocked off after a few minor calls. For a nightshift, it
was pretty calm and now he had the whole day off with his boyfriend who also had the day
off! It was time to get home and sleep before his needy boyfriend woke him up.

The sunshine through the parted curtains telling him it was morning but that wasn’t the only
thing telling him it was morning. A very nice pair of lips were leaving trails of wet kisses
down his neck to his shoulder.

“Kachan... it’s too early.” He mumbled, trying to roll away but Katsuki had other ideas.
Continuing the pursuit, he traveled lower and lower until he reached the waist band of his
black... Ground Zero boxers. Yes. He wears his boyfriend’s merch. A lot. “K-Kach—”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, baby cakes, I’ll take good care of you.” The blonde
whispered against his hip. That wasn’t the problem. He wasn’t worried that Katsuki couldn’t
take care of him.

Instant panic filled his core, letting the words fly from his lips. “I’mavirgin!” The only sound
in the room was the small snap of elastic hitting his freckled skin. “I’m a virgin...” Izuku
breathed, closing his eyes.

Katsuki grunted as he moved around the bed. What on Earth was he doing no— “Oof!” Izuku
felt all the oxygen leave his body from the impact of a heavy body falling on him. The sweet
cinnamon smell filling his nose almost soothing.

“How the hell does someone with an ass like yours still has his cherry?”

Izuku rolled his eyes dramatically, huffing in his face, “A workaholic, hero loving nerd.
That’s how.” Katsuki nipped at his cheek playfully, “Plus, I didn’t have time to date...
working seven days a week.” He mumbled pathetically. Katsuki laid his head on his chest,
pressing his ear to his heart.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready, baby.” He whispered.

The guilt was weighing heavy on his chest. He felt like he should be able to give all of him to
Katsuki but... sex sounded scary and painful. He’s heard stories from his gay coworkers that
tore and bled. Um, no thank you.

Izuku forced a trembling hand into the soft blonde spikes, grounding him back to Earth, “I
want to, Kachan... I’m just scared.”

“What if we worked up to it?” Katsuki nuzzled his cheek against his chest. Morning Kachan
was cuddly Kachan and he was here for it. “There’s a bunch of things we could try.”

That didn’t sound so bad when Katsuki said it. “O-Okay... but you’ll stop when I say to?”
Izuku wanted nothing more than to give the blonde his heart and soul. It was just this one
thing but if Katsuki was going to help him then why not? Right? There was nothing wrong
with that. “Y-You can um go back then?”

Katsuki huffed out a laugh. “Just say red if you don’t like it.” He said working his way down
his body and stripping him off his boxers. “Damn, baby, you got such a pretty cock.”

“K-Kachan!” He squeaked, covering his bright red face with his hands. “Don’t say things like
that!” Stupid horny man! Stupid sexy horny man!

“Okay, okay...” He felt hot hands slap against his thick inner thigh and push his legs apart
right before spreading his ass cheeks apart exposing his rim. “You have a very beautiful
 asshole.”

“Katsuki!” He shouted but the rest of his words were cut off when he felt a warm tongue
meeting the said hole. It felt like a cord snapped inside him, releasing a sound he didn’t even
recognize fell from his lips. A loud sinful moan. Never once had he done anything down
there but he can see now he had been missing out.

Katsuki didn’t stop with just a lick. He sucked. He kissed. He worked the tight muscle until
he was able to make his way in. This man was so skilled with his tongue it made him dizzy.
Izuku thrashed his head back and forth, moaning loudly. He gripped the pillows under his
head tightly in his fists, his lower stomach growing warm and tingly. Coils tightening to the
point he felt like he was going to break.

“K-Kachan! S-Stop!”

The blonde hummed against him. Slowly, something slightly bigger joined the tongue eating
him out. It reached further, deeper and brushed against something that made his vision go
white. Arching his back off the bed, he screamed in pure pleasure as cum shot up his bare
chest.

“Now that was fucking hot.” Katsuki ran his finger in the cum on his chest, bringing the
finger to his mouth. Sucking the finger clean “Mmm.”

Izuku panted and shivered as the AC unit kicked on. Cool air dancing over his sweaty skin
giving goosebumps permission to appear on his freckled skin. “W-What the hell was that?”

“That was a very good orgasm.” A smirk fell on his lips. “Did it hurt?”

He stared up at the scarlet eyes filled with love. No teasing. Nothing but love from his
boyfriend. “No... I didn’t feel any pain at all.” He tilted his head slightly, “Does it hurt more
with your dick?”

He was stroking his ego as if he was stroking his dick. “I have a huge cock so it might be a
little tight but I’d stretch ya so good.” Yup. A huge boast to his ego.

Izuku nodded a little, coming down from the high. “M-Maybe we could do it again... not now
but soon.”

“Anytime you want, baby cakes.” The big goof smiled at him fondly causing his heart to melt
in his chest and send flutters to his stomach. “I got more fucking surprises in store.”

What the fuck did he just sign up for?

Chapter End Notes

Katsuki's gonna have fun. Izuku should probably be worried.

But someone should be a little more worried when daddy shows up for a visit. 🤭
 Chapter 5
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

He was in trouble.

Scratch that—he was fucking doomed.

Not only did his comms get crushed when a dumb stupid villain punched him in the face,
knocking it from his ear and falling twenty feet to the ground. Nooooo. He also got flung into
a building and went through it as if his body was suddenly a wrecking ball.

“Damn, bro! You okay?” Kirishima said, helping him to his feet. He leaned heavily onto the
hardened hero. His back was all messed up and his head was throbbing. Push pass all that and
he was good but he knew that Izuku was going to kick his ass.

Katsuki grunted in pain as he reached in his pocket, praying to the Gods above that his phone
still worked. Pikachu, Pinky and Tapeface all joined the party, helping him where they could.
For the first time in his life, he was scared to answer Izuku’s call.

💚
Katsuki watched the phone call end, sending the nerd to voicemail only for it to reappear
with Deku . Fuck! Pressing accept, he put it on speaker. “Hey baby, you’re on speaker so
behave.”

Without missing a damn fucking beat, the nerd clicked his tongue, “Or what, you’ll spank
me?” Denki and Kirishima both choked on their spit, and he was hoping they died from it.
Mina giggled under her hand and Sero just looked surprised.

He never officially told the idiots he was dating anyone... but no time like the damn present.
“Deku—”

“Oh no, sir.” Izuku interrupted him. “Not only did you break your comms but didn’t answer
your phone! No one had eyes on you and then I find out you went through a building! A
BUILDING!” Others around him gave him weird looks, side eyes and questioning stares. The
number one explosive hero was being yelled and he was just taking it up the ass. But he knew
that under all the scolding Izuku was just scared shitless. He was blind, stuck behind the
screen. No one knew that Izuku yelled at him out of love with a voice thick with tears he was
holding back.

The two of them just passed their three month mark of dating. Things were so fucking good
that he invited Izuku to move in with him. The nerd instantly said yes and burst into tears. In
that time, there was something he learned about Izuku, something he didn’t like.

Izuku liked to bury his feelings inside, hiding them away from eyes around him.
Katsuki gripped the phone in his barley gloved hand listening to his boyfriend go on and on
about how reckless he was.

“Is anyone going to say something—” Katsuki shot a deadly glare to Tapeface and quickly
shut him up. He didn’t even have the energy to take the phone off speaker. It was just too
much fucking work.

“Mon amour...” He whispered in French. Yes, he knew some French. “Breathe, darling.” The
group of idiots didn’t even try to hide their gasps. “I’m okay. I’m fucking banged up but no
slow class idiot villain will take me away from you, baby cakes.”

Izuku finally cracked. A sharp intake of air followed by a soft sob escaping his lips before he
pressed the mute button on his headset.

“Tapeface, Pikachu! Fucking damage control. Pinky go with the damn cops and villain.” That
quirk was a pain in the ass and he didn’t want to deal with it again. “And you, shitty hair, get
me into a fucking car.”

“Bro! You need a—”

“I need to fucking get my boyfriend to calm down! That’s my only priority!” He spat. “Get
me there fucking now, Kirishima or I will blast myself there.”

It took too fucking long to get to the dispatch HQ. Between the damn traffic and Kirishima
mother henning over him, he was about ten minutes too long. Kirishima took the brunt of his
weight as he limped—on his broken ankle that he just now felt was broken after the car ride
—into the building and to the elevator.

Ding!

The doors slowly opened instantly meeting his eyes with Mind Fuck. The tired eyes made
him want to punch him if it wasn’t for the worry swirling through them. “Where is he?”

Shinso sighed tiredly, “The minute he lost contact with you, he tried to find you. All the
heroes were busy and anyone he asked didn’t know where the hell you went.”

“He’s beating the shit out of himself cause he thinks he missed something.” He finished for
him.

“Boss sent him on a break when he started freaking out and locked himself in the bathroom.”
So the nerd called him from his personal phone, he should have known. “Two doors to the
left.” Shinso pointed down the small hallway. “Be gentle, Zero.”

Kirishima frowned softly, helping him once again, “You are seriously dating?” Katsuki only
grunted in response. Izuku was the only one getting any words out of him. Once he was at the
door, he leaned against the frame and shooed his best friend away. “Are you sure? You can
barely...” He trailed off, his words replaced with a sigh, “I’ll be over there.”

The hero jerked his chin down, nodding. He waited until he was clear of listening ears and
lightly knocked on the door. “Zuku? I know you’re in there.” Silence greeted him like a
haunting friend. “Baby cakes? Please come out.” Please come out so I can sit the fuck down
and you hold me But like fuck he was going to say that out loud.

The door slowly opened a few minutes later. The pain in his body slowly taking over his
muscles, shaking and trembling with agony. Bright green eyes filled with tears stared back at
him through thick rimmed glasses. “K-Kachan?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He promised, “That villain was fucking nuts. You didn’t
know, baby.” Izuku bit down on his lower lip, rolling it between his teeth. God, he wanted to
bite that damn lip himself. “Nothing. I got hurt cause I didn’t see that shit coming.” The
green curls ruffled wildly as he shook his head fiercely. “I’m not blaming you for shit you
didn’t cause, Deku. Trust me when I say it’s not your damn fault.”

Katsuki shifted against the wall, taking pressure from his broken ankle. The greenette—of
course—noticed the wince. Throwing open the door, he closed the distance between them.
“You’re hurt...” He whispered softly against his shoulder as he took some of his weight off
him.

“I know how that big head works, sunshine.” He whispered weakly into his curls. Maybe
Kirishima was fucking right. He should have gone on a bus instead because inhaling Izuku’s
scent was enough to relax his entire body.

The pain spiked so rapidly it sent his body into shock. “Katsuki!” Was the last thing he heard
before darkness greeted him.

Let the nightmares begin.

Katsuki went limp against him. Izuku’s eyes widened as he tried his best to support the
sudden dead weight on his ill prepared body. “R-Red Riot!!” He shrieked, urgently. God, he
was so heavy, and he needed to seriously work out!

Red Riot rushed over to them, instantly taking the unconscious hero from his arms. “Damn it!
You stupid idiot!” Izuku blinked a few times. He’s worked with the hardened hero many of
times and he was a complete sunshine, so it was odd to see this side of him.

“Um... I’ll get EMS!” Izuku pushed all the feelings of failure deep down inside to deal with
later as he bolted around the corner to his desk. He slipped on his head set and quickly tapped
into EMS. “I need a bus to 4621 Court St. Now.”

“Dispatch, please confirm that you want us to go to... you?”

“Yes. I have Ground Zero with many injuries and loss of consciousness. I need a bus now.”

“Got it, dispatch. Two minutes out.”

Izuku threw off the headset and rushed back to his boyfriend. It was all his fault that Katsuki
came here. First losing him and now he’s more hurt than when he started... he was useless.
Red Riot laid him on the ground gently. Izuku didn’t hesitate to drop down, lifting the
blonde’s head to lay on his thighs.

“I’m so sorry...” He whispered, running his fingers through his grimy spikes. Dirt, debris and
blood coated his fingers with each stroke.

Red Riot crouched down next to him, his hands hanging between his bent knees. “Deku, it’s
not your fault. Bakubro is stubborn as come. He was worried about you when the line cut
off.”

The elevator doors opened with EMS rushing out. Red Riot called them over and helped him
onto the stretcher. Izuku’s eyes watched closely, darting between the two paramedics. One cut
open his hero suit and began to attach wires to his chest with an oxygen mask put over his
nose and mouth. The other paramedic began looking for major injuries.

“I got a broken ankle and most likely foot.” He said to his partner. His hands moved up his
legs, gently feeling. “Swollen left knee, small lacerations.”

“H-He said his back hurt.” Izuku blurted out.

The medic gave him a gentle smile. “I’ll make note and put a collar on him. Thank you.” The
collar went on and a blanket over his body before he was buckled in. “We’re ready to move,
Red Riot will you be riding along?”

Red Riot glanced at him, shaking his head, “This is Ground Zero’s boyfriend. He’s going
with and will be staying by his side. I am not dealing with that man when he wakes up and
find Deku here in the waiting room instead of next to his bed.”

“Noted.” The second paramedic nodded, “Sir, come with us.”

Izuku nodded quickly, following them to the ambulance. Red Riot was right behind him
almost breathing down his neck but he quickly realized that he was making sure nothing
happened to him or Katsuki. This was Katsuki’s best friend after all.

Sinking into the hard leather next to Katsuki’s head, it hit him. He’s never seen this side of
Katsuki. Usually when he got hurt on patrol, he was healed up by the time Izuku saw him
again. Also, Katsuki rarely got hurt besides a few scrapes and bruises.

The nerves filled with anxiety were buzzing under his skin. It didn’t help that his brain was
analyzing everything happening in front of him. The paramedics spoke in a low tone, but
they were in a close space. He could hear everything.

“I think his knee cap...”

“Zero is not going to like the outcom...

Izuku wrung his two hands together, tightly. Twisting, pulling and bending his scarred fingers
until the pain grounded him to the ground. No one at work saw this side of him. The man full
of anxiety. Some even said he didn’t care but he did. Oh, boy did he. He didn’t let it show in
front of anyone. Izuku would get through the shift and go home to cry and beat himself up in
the shower.

But he couldn’t do that here.

“Sir? The nurse will show you to his room.”

The greenette pushed down his feelings and nodded, “Thank you...” He whispered as he
climbed out and followed the nurses and doctors pushing his boyfriend through the ER doors.
“God, I hate this place...” Izuku whispered under his breath.

Following the nurse up to the hero floor, he was put into an empty room. The bed was already
gone from its spot in the center of the large wall and there were already an extra set of
blankets and pillows on the hard couch.

Katsuki would be spending the night... that would go well.

Hours... and hours passed with a few updates that Katsuki had a bunch of tests done then
dropped the ball saying he was in surgery.

Surgery!?

It was all his stupid fault for not doing a better job.

Izuku struggled to get his phone from his pocket, blindly dialing the one number he called
that gave him what he always needed when he was breaking.

“Hey sport! His dad answered on the first ring.

“D-Dad! I-I—”

“Whoa there, Zu. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on, son.” Izuku spilled his guts
like a river to his dad, clenching the phone tightly in his hand. “So, your boyfriend who is
Ground Zero was hurt and you are blaming yourself for something you couldn’t prevent—”

“Dad!! I-I should have done more!”

“Son, all that matters is that he’s alive and getting patched up. You will make mistakes even
though this wasn’t a mistake.” Hisashi grunted. Izuku could hear the sound of wind
swooshing over the speaker of the phone. His dad was probably in the middle of patrol.
Great, he should have thought of that, “You didn’t do anything, Izuku. All you can do now is
wait for your boyfriend to come out of surgery and take care of him.”

“Okay... dad.” He whispered, defeated.

“So, tell me how you ended up with Japan’s Number One Asshole.”

“Dad!” He protested but still giggled wetly, “He’s actually really sweet!” A stupid smile
spread across his lips. “I love him, ya know.”
 “Okay, Japan’s Sweetheart falls in love with Japan’s Asshole? That’s some Beauty and the
Beast shit right there, Zu.” There was a small pause, “You truly love him?”

“Mhmm!” He hummed lightly, staring out at the sun setting under the purple clouds.

“I guess I’ll have to visit and meet him.”

Izuku groaned loudly, “I haven’t even met his—” The door opened suddenly with a loud
bang. He yelped, hanging up the phone quickly and got to his feet. This was not how he
wanted today to go.

A couple walked into the room. A man with brown hair in neatly placed spikes and calm eyes
then there was the woman. He gulped. There was no denying where his boyfriend got his
good looks from. The woman in front of him was a spitting image of Katsuki... just older and
a woman. The blonde hair, red eyes and the scowl was just crazy the same.

“Where the hell is that, brat!” The woman scuffed, folding her arms over her purple sweater.
“I’m going to kill him myself. Stupid idiot getting hurt!

The man sighed softly and patted her arm. “He’s in surgery, dear.” The woman didn’t bother
to listen to him as her scarlet eyes full of rage locked on to him... like a lion with his pray.

“Who the hell are you?!”

Chapter End Notes

The question is… will Mitsuki be scarier than Hisashi. 😂😂

 Chapter 6
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku’s eyes went comically wide as Katsuki Bakugo’s mother stomped over to him in pure
rage. She stopped only with enough room to bend slightly at the waist, placing her hands
firmly on her hips. Her nose almost brushed against his, stilling his breath as her breath
fogged the edge of his glasses.

“I won’t ask again! What the hell are you doing in my son’s room!”

He swallowed thickly, licking his dry lips. “My Izuku is name—” Fuck him up the ass
without lube! “M-My name is Izuku Midoriya... I’m uh—” He was going to piss his pants at
this rate!

Dark scarlet eyes stared into his soul, burning him from the inside out. Holy shit! Here people
thought Katsuki was scary, but his mom took that trophy from him easily. “So, you think you
can just sneak into my son’s room and what!?” She shouted with such anger that droplets of
spit hit his cheek. “Are you some crazy fan!? What do you want with my son!?”

“I-I—” Now he was going to pee his pants.

“You must be Deku.” The brunette said, interrupting as he placed a hand on his wife’s
shoulder. “Katsuki has told me all about you.”

The woman whirled on him, “What the fuck!?”

“Dear, this is his boyfriend.” This man was in his graces now.

“Kats told you he was dating and didn’t tell me?! When I see that brat, I’m going to strangle
him twice over!”

“He had his reasons. The last time we spoke he said something about inviting us out to dinner
next week so it was probably when we would officially meet Deku.” Katsuki’s father turned
to him, offering him a warm smile. “I’m Masaru and this is my wife Mitsuki. I’m sorry we
had to meet under such circumstances.”

Izuku plastered the brightest smile he could muster on his lips, “It’s okay! I-It was probably
weird seeing a stranger in your son’s hospital room on the high level of security floor!”

No sass, Izuku! Keep it light and cheerful!

Mitsuki stared at him for a long moment, “How did my son find someone made with pure
sunshine?” She grabbed his wrist and yanked him into her arms. When was the last time he
had a hug from a motherly figure? His mom died when he was a toddler, so it’s always been
just him and dad, but this felt like gooey chocolate.
In fact, he could hold back the urge to nuzzle his face into her shoulder, ignoring the sharp
pinch from his glasses on his nose. The arms tightened around him instantly. “Now I want to
know everything about you, sunshine.”

This woman had a soft side just like her son.

Izuku spilled his life to his boyfriend’s parents. He went in to how he was born here but
moved to America after his mother’s death. He came back here to stay with a nanny while his
dad worked as the top hero in America until he was eighteen. He didn’t mind living with a
nanny. Dad always said it was saver after...

Glancing down at his scarred arms, he grimaced. Being kidnapped and tortured was no fun at
the age of nine. Though the age of ten wasn’t any better.

Mitsuki gently petted his curls—the same way Katsuki did to calm him down—and hummed
lightly, “So you got my brat in check. What made you want to become a dispatcher?”

“One day I met Mirko.” He smiled at the memory. “I was eighteen, fresh out of high school
and trying to figure out what to do with my life since... being a hero was out of the question. I
saw her in the middle of battle, screaming her head off at her dispatcher. The building was
about to come down on to a hospital due to a villain.

“She was screaming at him to look at the blue print and find another support beam to knock
out to even out the collapse.” Shaking his head, he looked out the window. “The dispatcher
couldn’t do it. He couldn’t find the blue print. So, I pulled out my laptop and hacked into the
city building records. I found the building and shouted at the hero which one to break. After
everything was said and done, she found me and said if I ever become a dispatcher, she’s
stealing me away.”

“Well, thank you for helping Katsuki, he is very strong headed.” Masaru chuckled softly.
Izuku could sense the hidden joke in his tone and the glance to his wife.

Mitsuki snorted, “That boy needed someone to put him in his place.” Izuku bit down on his
lip to keep the smile from his lips. The woman opened her mouth but the door to the room
opened, and Katsuki was wheeled in. “How’s my son?”

The doctor smiled, “He’s going to make a full recovery. Unfortunately, he will have to take it
easy for a week or so. He has bruising to his spine along with a fracture on his kneecap and
the ankle was a mess.” Izuku frowned, green eyes darting from the doctor to Katsuki. “We
will have to heal him in session, we can only repair so much before the body gives out.”

“Well, thank you, doctor.” Mitsuki stood up and her husband following her lead with a single
wave of her hand, “Izuku, you have our numbers in Kats phone if you need us but he’s all
yours.”

He tried to protest with the married couple but it didn’t work, they still waved goodbye and
shut the door. Izuku was now alone with his sleeping boyfriend. In that time, he played on his
phone, texted Shinso and his dad and... sulked as he watched the footage of Katsuki and the
villain on the evening news.
There wasn’t anything he could have done but he still felt the uneasy guilt in his chest. If
everyone was the best, how could he let the number one hero get hurt? A soft sigh slipped
through his lips. No one blames him and his boss gave him the next few days off since—well
he was Ground Zero’s dispatcher.

Pushing the plastic chair to the side of his bed, he plopped down and laid his folded arms on
the bed. “Goodnight, handsome.” He whispered softly. Knocking the black glasses off his
nose, he laid his cheek onto his folded arms.

Izuku drifted off into a dreamless sleep with the sound of deep breathing and the steady
beeping of the heart rate monitor.

Bab...

...zu...

Dek...

Izuku groaned lightly at the not so gentle tug on his curls. It was way too early to be awake.
The sun wasn’t even out yet and why was Katsuki... His green eyes shot open as he bolted
up. Patting his hand along the blanket, he found his glasses and quickly fumbled to get them
over his eyes.

Katsuki looked like shit.

Like he went through a building kind of shit.

“Hey handsome.” He forced a smile on his lips to conceal the worry. It was a stupid attempt
because Katsuki always told him that he wore his feelings in his eyes even when his mouth
was spewing utter bullshit. Scarlet eyes stared up at him, searching his for something. “Do
you need something? Meds? Water? Uh...” He glanced around the room and spotted the
pitcher of water left on the tray. “Water?” He tried again.

Give him something!

Katsuki rolled his eyes, “You slept in... a chair.” He grumbled tiredly. The mask over his nose
and mouth only added to his tone of disappointment.

“I wanted to make sure if you needed me, I was there.” Izuku explained as he poured the
water into the plastic cup and popped in a straw. “You are still in big trouble, mister.”
Walking around to the side of the bed, he carefully sat down next to his hip. “You should
have gone straight here.”

The blonde rolled his eyes again and opened his mouth after he pulled the mask off his face
and threw it off to the floor. “You were—” Izuku didn’t give him a chance to finish. He put
the straw in his mouth, raising an eyebrow. For once, Katsuki didn’t fight him even a bit. His
dry lips closed around the straw and sucked down the water until it was gone. “You were
spiraling in... guilt.”
Izuku tilted his head, curls falling over his eyes, “I’m allowed to feel guilty when you got
thrown through a building, Kachan. I should have—”

“Nothing.” The hero grunted, shifting his body further to the edge of the bed. “Lay down, we
takin’ a fucking nap.” He whispered tiredly.

“I’m fine, Kachan—”

“Now.” Katsuki would have pulled him into bed if he could. Giving in, Izuku carefully
climbed into bed making sure not to bother any of the hero’s injuries. “I’m okay, nerd.”

“Says the one in the hospital bed...” He whispered into his chest. A wave of emotions crashed
over him in second he smelled the sweet caramel scent radiating off his boyfriend. “K-
Kachan...” He croaked.

Katsuki anchored an arm around his back, pinning him to his side, “No one... will ever take
me away from you.”

“I want to go the fuck home!”

His boyfriend was a toddler throwing a fit because he wasn’t getting his way.

Oh, right. He remembers this Katsuki very well.

Izuku looked up mid swipe of his fingers over the screen of his cell. He had been texting
Shinso for the last hour. Man, for how tired that man was he could sure bitch about a lot of
things. “The doctor said if you can get up on your own, you can go home... in a wheel chair.”
Katsuki was struggling to get up with his back literally black and blue... and his ankle so the
doctor gave the stubborn man an ultimatum. If he can sit up in bed and put his feet to the
floor on his own, he can go home.

It’s been two days and nothing, not that the blonde idiot hasn’t tried.

“Fuck that! I’m fucking leaving!” Katsuki spat the same words for the seventh time that day,
“Fuck this shitty hospital! Fuck the dumb shitty doctor—”

“I met your parents two days ago.” Maybe now wasn’t the best time to tell him but anything
to get him to stop with the toddler attitude. “Your dad is very nice and your mom is... well,
she scared me at first but then became a softy like you.” Slowly, Katsuki turned his head to
meet his eyes with wide scarlet ones.

“The fuck!?”

“What?” He laughed lightly, “They were really nice.”

The blonde groaned and laid his head back on the pillows. “Fucking hell. She’s going to bitch
for a life time that I didn’t tell her.”
“I told my dad about you! Oh! Don’t give me that look, hot stuff!” He laughed again, “He’s
not that bad.” One thing about when his dad said he was going to visit... he always left it to
be a surprise. The blonde stuck out his lower lip and folded his arms over his chest the best
he could. “Don’t pout, he’ll love you, baby.”

Katsuki pouted cutely, “I wanna go home, baby cakes.” He stiffened on the couch, staring at
his boyfriend in disbelief. “Please... I wanna go home and snuggle you in our bed.” That way
Katsuki said our bed, made his heart melt into a puddle in his chest.

Then he tacked on the, “Please, my love.”

Izuku pocketed his phone in his back pocket as he stood. “Alright, kitty kat. But I don’t know
if you’ll like me being your nurse.” Crossing the short distance to the bed, he held out his
hands to his boyfriend. “I’ll help you just a little to get us home.” Cause how the hell could
he say no to him?

Seriously? How could he say no to him.

The blonde grabbed onto his hands and gave a few test tugs, “Ready, baby?” Izuku planted
his feet to the floor and stiffened his body, nodding. Katsuki’s arms shook as he pushed
through the pain and pulled himself up into a sitting position. He groaned loudly, sagging
forward. “Fuuuuck...”

“Baby, lay back—” Izuku began to protest but his boyfriend pushed through and got his legs
over the bed one by one until his toes touched the floor.

Izuku frowned deeply at the sight of the bruises covering his skin like wet ink on paper.
“Kachan... you should lay back down.” How his back wasn’t broken was beyond him.

“Oh, I see the number one hero is up and moving.” Izuku looked up to see the doctor smiled
tightly, “A deal is a deal. I’ll have the nurse begin the paperwork.”

“You are staying in that bed until you can stand, do you understand me, tough guy?” Izuku
whispered in his ear once the doctor was out of sight, “You’ll wish you stayed here.”

Within the hour, Katsuki was helped into a wheel chair and he followed beside them with
their bags. He didn’t like this at all. Katsuki groaned and protested the whole car ride back to
their apartment. Every bump pulled a painful moan from his lips.

Izuku decided that he would go back to working out ASAP. He wasn’t out of shape or
anything but it’s been a while since he’s done upper body. Lower body was more his thing...
thighs and ass proved it.

After the car was parked, he helped the blonde into the wheel chair. Don’t mind him
struggling the whole time. “Thanks, Deku... I just fucking hate hospitals.”

“I’m just worried you’ll get more hurt coming home, handsome.” Izuku pushed the wheel
chair to the private elevator and pressed the button for their floor, “You’re back looks awful.”

“I’m had worse, baby cakes.” He huffed, “So much worse.”

Izuku’s seen the scars on his flawless skin. Each one of those scars held a story and meaning,
each one making him a better hero. “I know.” He said, leaning down to press a kiss to his
slightly greasy hair. “You need a shower.”

And that’s just what he did.

Once they were back in their apartment, he went straight to the bathroom and stripped the
man naked. “Normally nurses don’t stare at my dick.”

“Normal nurses give sponge baths, would you prefer that?” Izuku raised an eyebrow,
challenging the hero to open his mouth but Katsuki pursed his lips. “That’s what I thought,
cupcake.” Getting the number one hero in the tub was a damn workout in itself. What did this
guy eat?! Bricks?

Izuku slowly lowered him into the white tub and crouched down, pressing his forehead to the
cool porcelain. “You are so heavy.” He said between pants.

“Maybe you’re just not strong, baby cakes.” He teased lightly, kicking on the hot water.

“Let me wrap my thighs around your head and I’ll crush you.” Izuku grumbled. Making sure
his casted ankle was out of the water, he got to work on scrubbing the soft skin. A few days
worth of hospital on his skin always felt like a thick layer of grim. Can’t image how Katsuki
felt.

Katsuki sighed softly, sinking into the water, “This is familiar.” He mumbled lightly.

The greenette smiled knowing exactly what he was talking about, “Oh when you forced your
way into my apartment and got me naked—before taking me on a date—and then joined me
naked in the tub?”

“Mhmm,” He hummed, “You were a lot cuter than I imagined. Freckles... the curls... glasses
and that big stupid smile.” Izuku laughed and popped open a bottle of shampoo. “That laugh
made me have fucking feelings.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, plopping down on the stool behind his head. It was a good place to hide
his flaming face from the sleepy man’s compliments. “Oooh so you only loved me for my
voice in the beginning?”

“Mmm...” Katsuki moaned lightly the second his fingers scrubbed at his scalp, rubbing his
thumbs on his temples. “...you’re hero loving ass was cute too... and the—” He yawned
loudly, “And the nicknames... I lub them.”

I know, you big softie.

The greenette smiled fondly at his lover who was drifting off to sleep. Oh, this man was
going to be the death of him. Three short months have turned into the bests three months of
his life and he couldn’t wait for more.

He wanted so much more.

Chapter End Notes

Nurse Deku in the house lol

 Chapter 7
Chapter Notes

Small TW: Suicide.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“I fucking hate you.”

Izuku laughed breathlessly, bent over with his hands on his knees. God, his body was in so
much pain and his lungs felt like they were on fire with every breath. “I-It’s good for us!”

Shinso groaned loudly from the ground next to him, “No. No. I didn’t sign up for this crap,
Zu.” Neither did he but he couldn’t be wimpy for his boyfriend who was the number one pro
hero of Japan!

“You work out so why the hell are we doing this?” Shinso asked, laying his arm over his
eyes as he slowed down his breathing.

Izuku shrugged his sore shoulders, “I work out my lower body and that doesn’t help me when
I need to lift my heavy butt of a boyfriend from the tub.” He sighed, “I almost dropped him
taking him out of the tub but he was out cold.”

“And why didn’t you call for fucking help?” Izuku pressed his lips in a thin line. Shinso of
course took that silence as an answer. “Oh right. Cause you suck at asking for help.” He
deadpanned.

“I got him into bed!” He shot back.

“And now you dragged my tired ass out here to work out with you when you have the
number one fucking hero that works out every day at your disposal.” The lilac haired man
sighed tiredly. Here it comes. The lecture of allowing others to help him when he was
perfectly fine. “Zu, he will help you—”

“He’s busy! He’s got other things—”

“STOP IT!” Shinso shouted. His eyes widened at the taller man. Shinso never yelled... this
was scary. “Jesus, Izuku! You are not a burden on anyone! You are the best dispatcher in
Japan! You have the hottest bachelor in Japan at your feet! He wants you! Everyone wants
you as their dispatcher!

“You save so many lives! So, ask your big buffy boyfriend to help you!” Shinso sighed
again. Izuku wrapped his arms around himself. He wasn’t even in the mood to snap back at
his best friend with sass.
All his life he’s felt like a burden. Maybe it was a part of being quirkless...It was stupid for
him to think this way. Shinso was right. He knew that but it was hard not to. It was hard not
holding it all in and hiding it because it was just easier for others.

Shinso pulled himself off the grass with a groan and pulled him into a tight hug. “Izuku, it
will be alright. Zero loves you and will help you if you ask. All you need to do is ask.”

Asking is what was hard.

Well, it wasn’t hard, but he was stubborn as they come. Or that’s what his father told him.

Izuku slowly pulled himself out of the funk by the time he got to work. His explosive
boyfriend was spending his free time blowing up his phone since he was still stuck in bed for
a few more days. It has been a long week with an active hero who was stuck in bed.

Jeez, he had to sit on the guy a few times to get him to stop trying to get up on his broken
ankle. That being said, there was a lot of movies, cuddling and making out.

Netflix and chill but minus the sex.

“Glad you’re back, Deku!” Winnie said sweetly. “You had a lot of phone calls from your
biggest fan.”

The greenette rolled his eyes playfully, “Was it math or science this time?” He asked,
plopping down in his chair. It felt like home.

“Science!” She groaned, “I couldn’t even figure it out!” Izuku smiled and nodded before
putting on his headset. “He was so upset you weren’t here though.”

“I know but I ha—”

“Sexy ass Ground Zero to take care of.” She smirked, “Shinso filled us all in.” A finger
pointed at him with a long coffin shape nail, “You better tell me how big that monster is or so
help me—”

“Oh no! I have a call!” He quickly tapped into the hero’s comms, “Go for Deku!”

“Deku! It must be my lucky day!” Red Riot was his hero today. He really liked working
with him... well until a week ago when he came into HQ with his very injured boyfriend.
“What’s up, man?!”

Izuku smiled as his eyes glanced over the three monitors in front of him. “Oh, nothing
much.” He said sheepishly.

"Bakubro giving you hell?”

His green eyes feel on the picture of them. Katsuki was hugging him from behind and he was
snapping the photo but at the last second the hero kissed his cheek. God, he was so in love
with that big guy. “Not really, he’s just being himself and complaining about be rest.”
Red Riot barked out a laugh, “I’m surprised you were able to keep down for that long. My
guy normally fights tooth and nail to get healers to heal him early.”

“Oh, he tried but I gave him the puppy dog eyes.” Izuku laughed and looked to the left
seeing a call come in, “Standby Red Riot.” He switched over to the incoming caller,
“Musutafu Dispatch, what is the nature of your emergency?”

“...hi...”

Izuku frowned at the tired voice on the other end of the call. Instantly, he began tracking the
call for a location and looking up the person who belonged to the number. “Hey there! My
name is Deku, do you have an emergency?”

“Have you ever... looked down from a tall place and wonder what your body would sound
like hitting the ground, Deku?”

At that moment, his heart stopped. Izuku quickly—more like frantically—trying to get the
location of the phone. The training drilled into his head began to wash over him. Keep them
talking. “Are you looking at the ground now?” He muted himself moving back to the hero, “I
have a possible jumper but I’m unable to get a location or a name. It’s a damn burner phone!”
He hissed, slapping his hand on the desk. Fuck!

“Shinso! Get Hawks to do an overhead search! If anyone gets a call about a jumper, I want
a location!” Izuku slammed down on the caller button.

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t wish death upon anyone... what’s your name?”

“Worthless.”

He ran a hand through his curls. If he didn’t get a location, there would be no saving this kid.
“Why do you think you’re worthless?” Adjusting his glasses, he started at the number on the
screen. Untraceable. No contact. This kid was a ghost on the phone... somewhere on top of a
building.

A humorlessly laugh entered his ear, “You don’t understand. You will never understand...” He
sighed tiredly, “No one ever understands.”

The hope was slipping through his fingers like sand. He knew what it was like and he knew
what it felt like when people said they care or understood how he was feeling. “I care.” Izuku
vowed, “I’m here. I picked up the call not because it’s my job, but because I want to help
anyone that needs it. I picked up your call, I care.”

“...you’re the only one. That’s... nice to know.”

“NO!” Izuku eyes widened as the surroundings changed rapidly. It went from silence to the
sound of rushing air and then... a sickening smack of skin hitting pavement... bones snapping
like twigs. Three beeps were the only thing he heard as he stared in shock at the screen.
He could feel so many eyes on him.

Taking a shaking breath, he inched his finger over to switch to Red Riot’s comms. “Um... the
caller jumped.”

“Fuck.” The hero swore under his breath.

A hand lightly touched his shoulder, but he shook them off and waved most likely Shinso
away. Like fuck he was going to take a break. He wasn’t... he had a damn job to do.

A few hours later, Hawks called him to let him know he found the jumper’s body and notified
the family of what happened. That wasn’t what stabbed him in the chest.

Hawks sighed softly, “The kid was fifteen and quirkless. The folks didn’t even know that her
son was getting bullied at school.”

“Yeah... they never do...” He whispered absently, “We’re just another number on a chart.”
Hanging up the call, he pushed back from his chair and threw his headset to his desk, glasses
falling with it. “I’m taking a break.”

Izuku let his feet guide him blindly through the halls. It was no surprise, he ended up on the
roof of the building. That’s all the quirkless were... another number on a fucking chart that no
one gave two shits about! Treated like garbage! Trash just floating down the street to be run
over.

Without another thought, he pulled out his phone and called his dad. What in the world was
he doing? He was a grown man here calling his daddy for help?

“What’s up, champ?”

“I was bullied.” The words fell from his tongue followed by a broken sob. “I was beat and
burned and kicked around b-by not only the other k-kids but the teachers! A-and I didn’t
want to tell you! I-I wanted to b-be a hero! H-Heroes aren’t weak!

“T-There was this kid t-today... and he jumped.” He shook his head slowly back and forth,
“I-I couldn’t save him. He jumped b-because he was quirklessand bullied and just tired.

“I’m tired...”

His dad was quiet until the sobs racking through his body had settled down to sniffles and
hiccups. He felt like crap just throwing this in his dad’s face, but he couldn’t help but let the
door blast open. “Izuku, you are just like your mother.” He chuckled lightly but there was no
humor in sight. “When you were first born, I was just promoted to sidekick, so I worked a lot
more.

“She said it was fine. That’s what the woman always said. ‘I’m fine, dear, now eat your
dinner.’” Hisashi pitched his voice higher as he quoted his mom’s most used line. “It wasn’t
until you were a little over two years old that she accidentally fell asleep on the couch and—
being the smart cookie you are—somehow opened the front door and went on a walk.
 “That woman woke up in a panic. She spent hours looking for you. Guess what happened
next, Izu?”

He hated this part of their talks... “She called you.” He mumbled as he crossed his scarred
hand over his chest, gripping his shoulder tightly. She called him just like he was doing now.

Hisashi chuckled, “Yup. Called and just blurted out how she lost you. It may have been cruel
of me but I knew your mother was struggling. Just as stubborn as you, Izuku. She almost fell
asleep standing at the stove so many times. So, when I got a call about a certain green haired
toddler walking down the street following a butterfly... I may have stolen you and took you
out to ice cream and the park.”

“Dad!”

“What!? She needed a wakeup call. Just like... the boy that died today shook you so hard
that you called me to tell me about bullying I already knew about.” Izuku frowned, pinching
his brows together. “You seem to forget that I know you and Jessica kept me in the loop.”

Izuku glanced down at his red sneakers. The never ending reminder of his stupid
quirklessness. “W-Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t I say anything to your mom?” He huffed, “Because both of you carry the
same gene of ‘I don’t want to be a burden’ and ‘I lie and say I’m fine.’” Rude. But he’s not
wrong. “I can’t push you to tell me anything, son, I learned that with your mother. You would
shut down and drown further and further.”

“I hate that you know me so well, dad.”

“I have to! I’m your dad.” He laughed and it only took a second before Izuku joined him.
“Remember sport, you can’t save them all but you can do your best! That’s all we ask for.”

Izuku stumbled back to his desk and sat down in the chair. All he needed to do was do his
best and save as many people as he could. Shaking his hands out, he grabbed his glasses and
headset to slip them both on and connect back up with Red Riot’s comms.

“Sorry for the radio silence, Red Riot.”

Red Riot wasn’t ever one to get mad. “No problem, bro! I think we all needed a minute after
that one. You got anything for me?”

“There’s a villain in district four but by the time you get there, it will be handled.” He
huffed, “Sorry, Red, I shouldn’t have taken a break.” Damn, he was on a roll today for sure.

“Perfect! I wanted to chat with you.” Should he be scared?

“Okay...” He questioned cautiously.

“Bakugo is my best friend and I mean best friend.” Oooh, he was getting the ‘you hurt my
friend, they won’t find your body’ talk. Sweet. He loves these! “If you hurt him—”
Izuku leaned back in his chair, tapping the Ground Zero pen against the wood, “Or what,
cupcake? You’ll hunt me down and cut me up into tiny little pieces? Hide my body so no one
can find them? Puh-lease, darling. Don’t go making empty threats because a real true friend
wouldn’t threaten their lover's life nor make said best friend choose between them.”

“Deku, t-that's not what I—”

“Whatever you say but that doesn’t change the fact I will be telling my boyfriend what his
friend is doing behind his back.” Not like he could lie to his boyfriend in the first place.
“Don’t start fights you can’t win, Red Riot. First rule of being a hero... if you don’t follow
that, you’ll die on the battlefield, boulder boy.”

Red Riot huffed loudly in his ear, “Dang, man, I was hoping to sound all big bad but you just
had to top it.”

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ve put up with Endeavor for the last few years for
retirement. Nothing scares me but death of a loved one.”

“Ah, shit, I forgot that.” He laughed full heartedly, “And you deal with Bakubro so there
that.”

“He’s such a sweetheart.”

“Bakugo and sweetheart in the same sentence sounds scary.”

The rest of the shift was spent with Red Riot spilling all of his boyfriend’s past from the first
time they met. He had to admit he knew a lot of these stories from Katsuki, but it was
different hearing them from someone else. How they felt or the small differences they saw.

Nothing but minor calls came in and Red Riot hopped into action immediately. Getting the
job done before engrossing him in another story.

“Well, Red Riot—”

“Nah, bro, just call me Kiri. We’re bros since you are dating my best bro.”

The greenette smiled, his freckled cheeks dusting with a light pink hue. “T-Thanks, uh Kiri.
I’ll see you around, I’m sure.”

“Bar night Friday! You gotta come!” Kirishima said right before he hung up his comms
and Izuku disconnected. Today was an exhausting day. All he wanted to do was go home and
draw a bath for him and Katsuki then snuggle all night long.

Dragging his ass home, he grabbed takeout on the way and continued on his way. The
evening air swirled through his curls, tussling them lightly over the black frames. “Another
block then I’m home with Kachan...” He whispered.

The breeze sent chills down his spine.

Something was coming...

 Izuku looked up at the darkening sky. No stars in sight, nothing but dark grey clouds cutting
the day short. “Mom always said... when the clouds were dark, the angels were angry...”

Great.

What was coming?

Forcing his legs to move, he finished his walk home and used the black key with the orange
X to unlock the door, he pushed it open with his shoulder and toed off his shoes. The bathtub
was calling his name already.

“I’m home!” He called out.

“Welcome home, sport!”

Oh. No.

Chapter End Notes

Uh oh.
 Chapter 8

Katsuki was so fucking bored.

This morning his mom took him to his doctor’s appointment for the final healing session on
his back so he could get the fuck out of the wheelchair and move onto crutches. It wasn’t the
best idea, but it was sure fucking better than being stuck in a chair or in bed.

Well, unless Izuku was there to snuggle him or sit on him.

Then it wasn’t so bad.

“Be good brat and ice that ankle!” Mitsuki said as she slipped on her shoes at the door. “I
don’t want you bitching to anyone that it hurts!”

Katsuki sneered at the woman’s back like a teenager with a bad attitude. He was done with
her after the scolding he got for not telling her about his boyfriend.

He was a grown ass man, he didn’t need to tell her shit!

“Katsuki!”

“I fucking heard you, hag!” He growled. She’s driving him to his last nerve! Why did
Izuku have to go back to work today?! His nerd was loving and caring. He loved have Nurse
Deku... at least there was naked cuddles and baths not some rude ass bitch harping on him.

The blonde woman opened the door, “I want you both over for dinner soon, Katsuki.” And
with that, she slammed the door shut behind her. Over his dead body he wanted to shout
back. The old hag couldn’t stop gushing over Izuku and how much in love with him she was.

The son she never had. Rude ass.

Slowly making his way across the room, he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge,
leaning fully on his crutches. Stupid pieces of metal. All he wanted to do was walk around
without help, go to work and take Izuku on a nice ass date.

Fuck, I miss him and his stupid cute voice.

Katsuki grabbed the container of curry—that the old hag made—from the fridge and lightly
tossed it to the counter. “I should call him...” He paused. “No, he’s fucking working. That
would be fucking stupid.” Another pause. “But I fucking miss him.”

God, he was so whipped for that nerd.

“He’s probably fucking fine. Shitty Hair is with him so if shit goes down, he’ll tell me.”
And now he was mumbling to himself the same way Izuku did. God damn it! Katsuki took
his sweet time heating up the curry and decided it was best to just stand in the kitchen to eat
it. Sitting was a pain in the ass and getting up was even worse.
Katsuki only had a few more days until his ankle would finally be healed then he could go
back to work and talk to Izuku all day long then pick him up and come home to relax
together. Movies. Food. Cuddles... teasing the poor nerd.

Did he mention how in love he was with that freckled face?

Some of the best times were watching Izuku fall apart under him with just his fingers. The
nerd was still a little hesitant about anything else, but he was working on it. No, he wasn’t
forcing him. That’s not his thing. Izuku sometimes even asked to do things but both of them
enjoyed a slow approach.

He’s had a few one night stands to let the edge off a few years ago. It wasn’t anything too
great... mostly because he was fucking worried about someone blabbing about the quicky
they had together. Jesus, his PR would be pissed if that had happened.

"I thought you mother told you to ice your ankle.”

The blonde whipped around too fast for his crutches to keep up with him. He crashed to the
ground with a heavy thud and tried to turn to at least blast the asshole who broke into his
house, but a heavy boot pressed him into the tiles right between the shoulder blades.

“Who the fuck are you!? Why the flying fuck are you in my house!?” Katsuki spat as he
tried to get his arms under him, but the boot just pushed him back down.

In the blink of an eye, he was in one of the dining room chairs... tied with rope and his broken
ankle was propped up in the chair next to him. “Who are you!?” He demanded. And how the
fuck did you get me in this chair so fast?!

The stranger walked back to the kitchen and dug around for a bit then appeared with a bag of
ice in his hand. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him, plotting all the different ways he was going
to kill him and not hurt his apartment.

He worked hard to make this place a home, okay? Sue him but nothing was going to happen
to this apartment.

“I can go by many names... one being your worst nightmare.” Finally, the light hit the
stranger just right... and he knew exactly who he was.

“Dragon...” He breathed. Fuck. Not only Dragon... Izuku’s fucking dad!

Dragon laughed as he pulled the beanie off his head, releasing the dark short curls that sat
ruffled ontop of his head. “It’s nice to meet you, Ground Zero... or should I call you Kachan.”

Fuck! Mother fucking fucks!!

Katsuki swallowed thickly and the words died on his lips. Izuku wasn’t here to protect him
from his dad! What if he fucks up and this asshole lights him on fire! His quirk and fire don’t
fucking mix! He’ll blow up not only himself but the building too!
Dragon spun the empty chair around and sat down with his arms hanging over the back.
“Katsuki Bakugo, ago twenty five, blonde hair, red eyes.” A file slammed down on the table.
What the fuck was that!? “Son of Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugo. Straight A student all through
your years of school. A little issue with anger.” Dark green eyes glanced from the file to him.
“You almost lost your career seven months ago, is that correct?” He asked, flipping open the
file and through the pages.

Did this guy have a damn file on him?!

Of course, he would.

“Yes... sir.” He whispered, terrified. Out of all the villains he’s fought. This hero was scary
as fuck. Was he here to kill him? Take him out before he can hurt Izuku—not that he would
but he was tied to a chair in his own house.

“And why was that, Ground Zero?”

“I wasn’t trusting the dispatchers.” He looked down in defeat. The guy already knew
everything, no sense in hiding it. “I was a dick to them cause I thought they sucked at their
job.” Some of them did suck their jobs but he was keeping that to himself.

The older hero smirked wickedly, “Until my boy came along and pulled your head out of
your ass.” Dragon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Do you
smoke? Izuku hates this habit of mine.” Katsuki shook his head, watching the man pull out a
single cigarette and bringing it to his lips. A small puff of flames came from the hero’s
mouth, lighting the end of it before he flipped it around and brought it to his lips.

“Um... can I ask why I’m fucking tied to a chair?”

“You know, Ground Zero, I don’t approve of swearing. It just shows everyone that you
don’t know how to use your words like an adult.” The elder hero spoke with the cigarette
hanging out of the corner of his lips. “You should work on that.”

Katsuki just stared at him.

Dragon lifted his hand, taking the awful smiling cigarette from his mouth with two fingers
and blowing smoke from his lips, “What do you want with my son?”

“I love him.” He blurted out.

“And? I could say I love you but turn around tomorrow and break it off. My son—Izuku,
has been through enough in his life. From his mother’s death to bullying to kidnapping.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened at the word ‘kidnapping’. Izuku was kidnapped? “That shocked look
in your eyes tells me he hasn’t told you yet.” The hero sighed, “He will when he’s ready...
hopefully. He hasn’t even told me everything. All I know is that being a dispatcher means
everything to him... and suddenly you.

“Izuku hasn’t called me this much in a while—usually too busy with work—and then you
come along.” Here it comes. The part where his son is miserable being with him and his no
good for him. Dragon stared at him through the lingering smoke between them. “I haven’t
heard him this happy in a long time... all because of you.”

The blonde bit the inside of his cheek to keep the words that wanted nothing more than to fly
out.

Dragon tilted his head, bringing the deadly thing to his lips. “I’ll ask again.” He inhaled
deeply. Katsuki’s eyes focused on the bright orange end before it disappeared it faded back to
the burnt ash color. “What do you want with my son, Katsuki Bakugo?”

Katsuki licked his dry lips, “I want... I want to give him the world. I want to spend the rest of
my life making him happy. I’m in love with you son, sir and I don’t plan on going anywhere
unless he tells me to.” Just because he didn’t swear, it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make it
clear who had control over this conversation... and he wasn’t even in the room.

“Five year plan. Go.”

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

He groaned a little bit, shaking his head, “Well, he lives with me now and we’re working on
finishing that, but I got thrown through a building. I’d like to get married in the next year,
travel, work, maybe a kid if the nerd wants that. I don’t really fuc—know since I’m a hero
and could die in battle every day.”

Dragon nodded along like he was agreeing with or fucking approving his plans. “If he asked
you to quit being a hero, would you?” He asked.

“Yes.” Katsuki answered without hesitation.

“Well, then I approve of this relationship... my wife would have loved you.” Dragon said
and puffed out a ring of smoke. “I’m sure you—” The ring of his phone cut off his words.
Katsuki watched the elder hero pull his phone from his pocket. “Keep quiet, Ground Zero.”
Putting the phone on the table between them, he pressed the green button and placed the call
on speaker. “What’s up champ?

Katsuki opened his mouth to speak but was greeted by the cigarette being placed between his
lips. He had just enough time to close his mouth enough to barely hold it... great it was either
breath it in or shut his mouth and breathe through his nose.

“I was bullied.” A broken sob followed the words shortly after. “I was beat and burned
and kicked around b-by not only the other k-kids but the teachers! A-and I didn’t want to tell
you! I-I wanted to b-be a hero! H-Heroes aren’t weak!

“T-There was this kid t-today... and he jumped.” Katsuki’s eyes widened at the phone. No.
Izuku struggled enough when things went down but how bad did it get when he lost
someone?! “I-I couldn’t save him. He jumped b-because he was quirkless and bullied and
just tired.

“I’m tired...”
Dragon was quiet until the sobs had settled down to sniffles and hiccups. This man had the
patience of a hunter. He did too but only for the nerd. “Izuku, you are just like your mother.”
He chuckled lightly but there was no humor in sight. “When you were first born, I was just
promoted to sidekick, so I worked a lot more.

“She said it was fine. That’s what the woman always said. ‘I’m fine, dear, now eat your
dinner.’” Dragon pitched his voice higher as he quoted his wife’s. “It wasn’t until you were a
little over two years old that she accidentally fell asleep on the couch and—being the smart
cookie you are—somehow opened the front door and went on a walk.

“That woman woke up in a panic. She spent hours looking for you. Guess what happened
next, Izu?”

Izuku paused for a long time before mumbling out, “She called you.” Katsuki could picture
the pout on his lips knowing he was being called out by his father.

Dragon chuckled, staring at him. “Yup. Called and just blurted out how she lost you. It may
have been cruel of me but I knew your mother was struggling. Just as stubborn as you, Izuku.
She almost fell asleep standing at the stove so many times. So, when I got a call about a
certain green haired toddler walking down the street following a butterfly... I may have stolen
you and took you out to ice cream and the park.”

“Dad!”

“What!? She needed a wakeup call. Just like... the boy that died today shook you so hard
that you called me to tell me about bullying I already knew about.” Katsuki glared down at
the ground, trying to ignore the smoke seeping into his mouth. Disgusting. “You seem to
forget that I know you and Jessica kept me in the loop.”

“W-Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t I say anything to your mom?” He huffed, “Because both of you carry the
same gene of ‘I don’t want to be a burden’ and ‘I lie and say I’m fine.’” That sounds like the
nerd. “I can’t push you to tell me anything, son, I learned that with your mother. You would
shut down and drown further and further.”

“I hate that you know me so well, dad.”

“I have to! I’m your dad.” He laughed and it only took a second before Izuku joined him.
“Remember sport, you can’t save them all, but you can do your best! That’s all we ask for.”

Izuku hung up the phone with a wet goodbye and the nasty thing finally left his lips. He
wanted to go scrub the germs from his mouth but he wasn’t breaking out of these... in front of
Dragon. Um, he wasn’t that fucking stupid.

“Like I said, I approve of this. Just understand one thing... You hurt my son and you’ll
become ashes.” The dark jade eyes turned almost black as they looked down on him.
“Understand, Katsuki?”
 “Yes, sir.”

Dragon smirked, dragging in a long inhale on the cigarette, “Now we wait for my son to get
home. Why don’t we play twenty questions? I’ll ask, you answer.”

Because he had a choice.

Katsuki answered each one of his questions. Most of them were little things like his favorite
color or food. Hobbies. Favorite book. The questions someone asked if they were going on a
first date. He understood where he was coming from. It was clear that Izuku was this man’s
world and he’d do anything to protect him from getting hurt.

“Ah, I believe my son is home.” Dragon chuckled lowly as the dead bolt flipped and the
door opened a few seconds later.

“I’m home!” Izuku called out like he always did if they didn’t drive home together. Those
were the nights that Izuku stayed late in the office helping with training or a call.

“Welcome home, sport!”

Izuku’s head snapped up, curling falling over the black frames of his glasses. “D-Dad!?” The
big bright emerald eyes landed on the older hero before swiftly moving over to meet his own.
“K-Kachan?!” He dropped his yellow backpack to the floor and rushed over to the table.
“Why is my boyfriend tied to a chair?!”

Dragon laughed, bringing the nasty cigarette back to his lips but Izuku moved with viper like
speed and snatched the thing out of his fingers. “Izuku!”

“No! I don’t care if you have fire and smoke coming from your lungs. These are bad for
you.” Izuku scolded him as he walked to the sink and flipped on the water, “Why is my
boyfriend tied to a chair, dad?”

“We were bonding.” Katsuki couldn’t stop the snort from leaving his body. “I iced his
ankle for him!”

The greenette rounded the corner and placed his hands on his hips. “His back was just healed
and you decide to tie him up? Really?” With a huff, he walked past his dad to him and took a
scarred hand, running it through his hair. “Hey baby, I hope he wasn’t too mean to you.”

Katsuki leaned into the soft touch, letting his eyes drift shut, “S’okay, I’m just sore from the
chair.”

“See what you did! He’s hurting more now!” Izuku shook his head. “I can’t believe you
tied him up!”

“I can’t believe you have a boyfriend and it’s him!”

“I’m old enough for a boyfriend, dad!”

“You have to be thirty!”

 “Thirty!?”

Katsuki just let his head fall into the nerd’s firm abdomen as the Midoriya’s bricked back and
forth for what seemed like hours. The healing session he had was exhausting then tack on the
interrogation? He was bone tired.

“Come on big guy, you need to get somewhere more comfortable.” Izuku whispered in his
ear. “My dad went back to my apartment with the lovely idea to have dinner in a few days.
He’s on a week vacation.”

He hummed softly against the fabric of his shirt, “Your dad hates me...” Izuku laughed softly
and snaked his arms under his armpits, giving him a firm tug to get up.

“He doesn’t hate you, baby, he actually was impressed.” Oh, he did fall asleep because he
sure as hell missed that conversation. “He swore that you would have exploded or
something.” Katsuki grunted as he stood up on his good foot, leaning heavily on his
boyfriend.

The blonde laid his cheek on top of the pillows of curls. “How was your day?” Following
Izuku’s lead, he hopped slowly down the hallway. “’M missed you.”

Izuku laughed softly. God, he couldn’t ever get tired of that sound. “I missed you too,
sunshine. I had a tough day—which you heard about—and Red Riot tried to give me the
‘hurt my bestie and I’ll hurt you’ talk but I know you wouldn’t approve of that so I shut him
down with style.”

“That’s my man.” He mumbled into his curls. “’M tired...”

“I know, baby.” Izuku carefully guided him down onto the mattress. He knew he was
fucking heavy for the nerd but somehow, he managed to get him on the bed and undressed to
his boxers. “I just want you to know...” Izuku started breathlessly, “You can’t get hurt
anymore. You are heavy!”

Katsuki tried to roll onto his stomach, but warm hands grabbed his hips holding him in place.
“...et go. Sleepy.”

He could practically hear the eye roll, “You can’t sleep on your stomach with your ankle,
baby.” Stupid fucking ankle. Stupid building. Stupid fucking fuck fucker villain. “I don’t know
what you’re mumbling about, cupcake but I can assume it’s a bunch of fucks.”

It wasn’t too long before a warm naked chest was pressed against his, arms circling his waist
and curls tickling his cheek. Wrapping his own arms around his boyfriend, he pulled him
closer until Izuku was touching every single spot of his exposed skin.

“You are such a cuddler, you know that.” Izuku whispered and planted a soft kiss on his
peck. If only the world could see this side of you.”

The last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep was... only you get this side of me,
Zuku...
 Chapter 9
Chapter Notes

Fallin' All in You by Shawn Mendes

My new favorite song of the moment

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Dollface, whatcha got for me?”

The gasp came through his ear bringing a shit eating grin to his lips. “Well, Ground Zero I
regret to inform you but without telling your boyfriend that you were going to be working
today... this morning... after a very heavy make out session. He is currently mad at you and
no longer speaking to you.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Can I leave him a message?”

“If you must.” Izuku said dramatically.

“I know that he had a tough few days and I wasn’t there to make it better, so I wanted to
surprise him. I have a clearance from the doctor and PT so can you tell him how much I
missed his cute sassy voice and I hope he’s not too mad at me.”

Izuku sniffled a little, “I forgive you but only because I missed you and I'm your dispatcher.”
The blonde sighed in relief under his breath, “I heard that!”

“I swear you can fucking hear me taking a piss with the thing muted.” He protested.

“Question! When you go pee do you take off the gauntlets or leave them on? Because I
think it’d be really hard to hold your dick with them on or do you just open your zipper letting
the monster flop out? I’ve never tried that method, but Toshi did it once in high school cause
he was lazy. It was a bet really and he didn’t even miss the bowl! It was so—”

Katsuki cleared his throat, “First off, baby boy, as much as I love to talk about my dick at
work, I’d rather not... unless we’re talking about it going in you somewhere.” Izuku squeaked
loudly. No doubt his face was bright red. “I can’t wait to get a piece of that virgin ass, baby
but I’m here to work.”

“Work is so boring!” He took a long sip of his coffee slurping it extra loud to be well,
Izuku. “I have a...” A groan slipped through his lips, “Frost Fire is requesting back up on the
east side of district two. Looks to be a domestic violence gone bad... probably because Frost
Fire sucks.”
What the fuck was with him and Icyhot? Katsuki knew he had bones to pick with that mother
fucker but Izuku? Mr. Sunshine coming out his ass?

“ETA two minutes.” He paused only for a second. “And we will be talking about your love
for Frost Fire later.”

Izuku scuffed, loudly, “Maybe after I stab him.”

Jeez...

Katsuki shook his head and pointed his palms to the ground. He’s been out for almost three
weeks, but he was so fucking ready to do what he loved doing. Heating his palms to the point
of explosion, he closed his eyes and felt the ripple in his arms as the power flowed down
from his core.

Boom.

Exploding up into the air, he pushed himself faster, grinning like a fucking idiot. “Fuck
yeah!”

“Withdrawals, handsome?” Izuku teased.

He barked out a laugh, “Fuck yeah, baby cakes! Fuck!” It felt like heaven. The wind through
his hair, power coursing through his veins and the rush. “I’m gonna take you flying one day!
You’ll fucking see!”

“I missed you, cupcake.”

That was the truth. This was who they were... the Wonder Duo. The best hero/dispatcher pair
that Japan has ever seen. “Missed you too baby boy.” He said right before hitting the ground.
Shit. Izuku wasn’t wrong. The man had the woman with a gun to her temple. “Deku, I have a
gun.”

Izuku swore under his breath, “Don’t get shot or I’ll kill you and tie you to the bed.”

“I think you’d like that—”

“Are you two done flirting or should we let the woman die?”

Katsuki cocked his head to the side meeting the bio-color eyes. “How about I show you a
foot up your stupid ass.” Okay, yeah, he needed to find out what was going on between these
two. “This has been going on for forty five minutes and what does he have to show for it.
Huh?! Nothing because he didn’t give any info. Talk about professional.” Izuku grumbled
under his breath as he tapped loud enough on the keys for him to hear.

“The red truck belongs to a Seth Gamble—wife Hini Gamble.” Frost Fire narrowed his
eyes at him but Katsuki sneered right back. “There’s been at least twenty calls to 119 over the
last three months.” The line went silent.

“Deku?”
A second later a phone rang and... it was coming straight from the man’s pocket. Seth
growled and let it go to voicemail but it just kept on ringing until the idiot finally snapped.
He dug the phone from his pocket and put it on speaker, “WHAT?!” The woman cried out in
fear as the metal of the gun pressed harder into her temple.

“Hello Seth! My name is Deku and I’m from Musutafu Dispatch. How are you today?”
Izuku’s voice came out sweetly, but Katsuki could hear the venom that dripped with each
word.

Seth’s face twisted with confusion. “What the fuck!?”

“Did you need me to repeat it? Clearly you must be stupid enough to take your wife at gun
point in the middle of the day in a city full of heroes.” Izuku laughed, “Listen, I get it! You
need to let off some steam and beat the crap out of your wife... you are nothing but a weak
man with a small penis.”

“Ground Zero get ready.” Izuku said into his ear for a split second.

Izuku popped his bubble gum loudly through the speaker. “Tiny excuse of a man... probably
can’t even get hard so you got a big red truck to make it seem bigger—”

Seth threw the woman to the ground and pointed the gun towards the heroes. Katsuki quickly
shot off an AP shot to knock the gun from his hand as Todoroki froze the man in place.

“You better have got that guy because I have a meeting with my boss now. Be back in ten.”
The line clicked and Izuku was gone.

“You need to get your dispatcher in check. That was highly unprofessional!” Todoroki
whirled on him. “He should be fired for half the crap he pulls, daily.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, “What’s your damn problem
with Deku? He gets his job done and even helps. Nothing fucking wrong with that.”

“He’s a dispatcher, not a hero. Deku needs to learn his place in the world.”

Oh. The fuck he didn’t.

Katsuki felt the rage explode from his chest. He lifted his hand to blast him through a few
buildings— “Don’t.” Izuku warned. “If you love me, you will not engage.” The hero snarled,
gloves filling with sweat and fueling his gauntlets. Good he can blow this mother fucker’s
head off. “Stand. Down, Ground Zero or I will pull you from the front lines.”

“You watch your fucking mouth, Todoroki or we’ll have a bigger problem than your daddy
issues.” Katsuki shot him one last death glare before blasting into the sky and finding the
tallest rooftop to land on. “Alright, baby cakes, what the flying fucks was that?”

Izuku sighed and went silent. A few seconds later his phone vibrated in his pocket. No
surprise when he pulled it from the zipper pocket it was Izuku calling him—no facetiming
him. Biting into the middle finger of his glove, he swiped his bare thumb across the screen
and used his free thumb to hook under his mask, pulling it up away from his eyes.
 “Now that’s a sexy look, sugar tits.” Izuku said lightly. From what he could see in the
background, he wasn’t at his desk, break room maybe? Katsuki gave him an unimpressed
look causing the nerd to huff out a heavy breath. “I was... suspended once.” The bright
emerald eyes looked away from the screen and a scarred fist pressed into his freckled cheek.
“It’s my only remark and it doesn’t show on my record or anything but I... lost my shit as you
would say.

“Frost Fire and I worked one day together. That day he chose not to listen to me.” Izuku
frowned, “That was the day I lost it. So many years on the job and not once did I yell at
anyone until that day.”

Katsuki’s heart clenched. He didn’t like where this was going. “What happened, sweetheart?”

“I-I lost a child! A poor three year old! Mom called in and I took the call... she said her
daughter was still in the building. That... Frost Fire forced her from her apartment and didn’t
listen when she was screaming for her baby.

“I tried my best to get someone else in there but Frost Fire was the only one that could
fight the flames on scene. Firefighters were struggling to... and he just stood and watched a
child die.

“He told me to learn my place as a dispatcher and to never speak to someone of higher
rank.” Izuku shook his head, taking off his glasses to rub a hand down his face. “I swore I’d
be the best dispatcher. I was and am the best. I worked my ass off. I—”

Katsuki gave him a genuine smile. “Izuku, you are the best in every way possible. I love you
as Izuku and as Deku.”

The freckles slowly disappeared under the bright red blush coming to his cheeks. “Flattery
will get you... everywhere right now.”

“Good cause you gonna need to prepare yourself.”

"That's it we're not fucking going."

Izuku glanced over his shoulder, meeting his gaze with a green eyebrow arched above the
frames of his glasses. "And why is that, big guy?"

"Because you and those jeans should not be seen by anyone but me." He crossed the room
in four long strides and hooked his index fingers through the belt loops on his hips, yanking
him harshly until his ass was pressed against his growing hard on. "Where did a cute nerd
like you even get these, hmm?"

The shorter man slowly rolled his hips, grinding his ass against him. He clamped down his
heated hands on the hips trapped in the white ripped skinny jeans. A growl slipped through
his clenched teeth. It took everything in him on to pin this idiot to the bed and strip him of the
sinful jeans. "You're playing a dangerous game, baby cakes."
 "Well, maybe I like danger." Izuku turned his head, tilting back enough to meet his eyes.
"Maybe... I want those dangerous hands all over me..." That's all the— "But we have plans
with your friends!"

Katsuki groaned loudly and dropped his head to the other's shoulder. "Damn it."

"Red Rio—"

"Fucking Kirishima, Deku. You're gonna have to call them by their idiot names."

Izuku nodded firmly, "Kirishima. Got it." That will last like three seconds. "Kirishima invited
us out to your bar night so we should go for a little bit." The blonde kissed his bare shoulder,
sucking a mark into the tan freckled skin. "Mmm... baby we..." Izuku's words slowly faded as
his lips moved across his skin to the crook of his neck.

"I love you." He said, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin. "No matter what...
you're mine, babe."

His boyfriend knocked his head lightly against his, "Only yours. According to you the rest
are a bunch of lame extras." Ain't that the truth. To be fucking honest, he was damn well
nervous about tonight. Not only will Izuku meet a good chunk of heroes that he's worked
with but Icyhot was dating Tapeface...

Hell, he already texted Kirishima and Mina to make sure they knew how shit could play out
if it went south.

But did he tell his boyfriend?

Nope.

"Let's get going, handsome." Izuku whispered and pulled the dark purple tank top with...
fish net as the sleeves. Okay, they've gone out but to like dinner or the movies where they
dressed in comfy clothes but this was a whole different Izuku and he fucking liked it. The
black netting hugged his muscled arms, protesting with every movement.

"We really can't fucking go now."

Izuku snorted and shook off his head. "I promise you can strip me naked and have your fun
after I meet your lovely friends." Damn it. It was getting harder and harder to hold back... to
not think with his dick. Jesus he was having wet dreams like a damn teenager. Just picturing
his dick sinking into that big juicy ass was enough to make him drool.

As Pinky would say he needs to get his dick wet already.

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck have you done with my nerd?”

The greenette whipped his head around and wink at him, “This is my dark side... anything
could happen.” Right as the words fell from his lips, he bent over at the waist showing a clear
view of his ass... and the black lace thong playing peek a boo with him at the waist band of
his jeans.
Katsuki inhaled a deep breath through his nose. Fuck. This nerd was going to cause him a
heart attack with that fucking ass. “T-Tim—” He cleared his throat, “It’s time to go, Zu.”

“Whatever you say, sugar tits.” Izuku cooed.

The bar was fucking packed when they arrived.

Katsuki opened the door for his boyfriend like the man his mama raised. He planted a soft
kiss on his freckled cheek as he passed. “Large round booth in the back. If you hear Pikachu
laughing like a Hyena, then you are in the right damn place.”

“I’m not going without you.” Izuku said, wrapping his arms around his waist. “This is your
turf. I’m just along for the ride and dancing.” Bright green eyes narrowed into slits up at him.
“We are dancing, Kachan.”

Damn his heart needed to calm the fuck down.

Why did Izuku giving him orders turn him on so much more?

The blonde simply nodded and led them over to the bar. “A whiskey on the rocks and...”

“Oh! Do you have a redbull?”

A... what now?

Katsuki looked down at his boyfriend with a questioning eyebrow. He just shrugged, “I don’t
drink.”

“There’s a story behind that.” He stated.

Izuku smiled a little, “There is...” A scarred hand grabbed the chilled can of redbull from the
bar and the glass of amber liquid. “My mom was an amazing woman. She loved to make
everyone happy through their bellies. Holidays were her favorite... more people more food.

“My mama died when I was a toddler four or five maybe.” He sighed, “The year she
passed... we got into an accident. I don’t remember much of it. Sometimes I have nightmares
of that night with a bunch of different endings...” Izuku stared down at the blue can in his
hand. “All I know is that a drunk driver T-boned us because he ran a red light. He hit my
mom’s side of the car... killing her on impact. I was lucky. Just a bonk on the head and a few
cuts.” A sad smile pulled to his lips, “When my dad told me, I swore off anything that could
not only hurt your body but could make you hurt others without thinking.”

“I can—”

“Nope!” He said, popping the p. “I don’t mind if others drink because I will make it my
job to get them home safe and sound! Anyways, I can’t stop a grown man either. Believe me,
I’ve been trying to get my dad to stop smoking for years.”
Katsuki slowly nodded. This man has been through so much and still a damn fucking
sunshine boy. How the fuck did he get so lucky. “Sorry about your mom, Deku.”

Izuku smiled softly, “My mama is forever in my heart. So don’t be sad or you’ll make her roll
over in her grave!”

“Maybe next weekend we could go say hello.” He suggested lightly.

The nerd stared up at him with widened wet eyes, “R... really?”

“Yeah baby, I’d love to.”

Whipped. Whipped. So fucking whipped.

Katsuki slung his arm around Izuku’s shoulder as they made their way through the crowded
dance floor to the table. “Sup fuckers.”

“Oh fucking great.”

Izuku squealed loudly, “Toshi! What are you doing here!?” Ain’t that the real damn question.
What the fuck was this Mind Fuck doing here.

“He’s with me, angry boy. Settle down.” Mina shooed with a wave of her hand.
“Bakubabe, this is Hitoshi Shinso, my boyfriend.”

Ew.

Izuku stared at the offending man on the other side of the table. “You asshole! Why didn’t
you tell me you had a girlfriend!? We could have double dated!”

“No.” Both, he and Mind Fuck said at the same time.

“But Kachan!”

Now he fucking did it.

Denki choked on the shot he was trying to take while his boyfriend came to his rescue.
Kirishima slammed his hand on the blonde’s back. “W-What?! Kachan!?”

“Shut it, Sparky or I’ll blast you.” He said as he plopped down in the booth, pulling Izuku
right into his lap. “Idiots, this is Deku my boyfriend.” And yeah, he said that proudly.

Izuku beamed, flashing a blinding smile to the group, “It’s Midoriya but Deku is fine too.”

Mina squealed loudly, “You and Bakugo!? Oh. My. God! You have to tell me everything!”
Izuku went into the story how they got together. From dealing with Katsuki’s toddler like
attitude to him coming and nursing the nerd back to health. Of course the only thing the pink
bitch got out of that was the naked part. “Wait!” She interrupted holding up a hand, her bright
white nails shining in the overhead lights. “How big is he?”
His boyfriend’s lips turned into a smirk and he flopped his free arm to the table. “Honey,
there’s no words for that monster.”

“Fucking stop.” Shinso grumbled, shaking his head.

Huh. Maybe him and Mind Fucker could get along at this rate. “Enough about my dick,
fuckers.” He grumbled around his glass before taking a long drink.

“Anyways! He’s my sweet Blasty and I just love him.” Izuku snuggled into his arms,
laying his head on his shoulders. Nope. His heart was not going to explode with love. Nope.
Not happening. “He even survived my dad!”

“Hey guys!”

Katsuki slid his eyes to the arriving couple. Tapeface had his hand interlocked with Icyhot’s.
Gross. Wouldn’t touch that bastard with his gloved hand if someone paid him. Mina slammed
her hand on the table a few times, “Sero, babes! Bakugo gots himself a boyfriend!”

The dark eyes grew wide as they looked from the blonde to the man in his lap. “Welcome to
the squad, man.”

“Aw thank, Ce—Sero!” Izuku smiled again but this time it didn’t reach his eyes.

Todoroki sighed under his breath, “What an unpleasant surprise.” Gasps could be heard all
around the table. Barely. Katsuki’s blood began to pound in his ears as rage flared through his
core.

“The only thing unpleasant here is your face, Todoroki.” Izuku said sweetly and took a
drink from the can in his hand, “But here we are, aren’t we? Not at work. Where I am
allowed to be unprofessional.”

“Bakugo, I suggest you find a new partner. This one is just damaged and unable to do
anything correctly.” He sighed, “I will be speaking to the commission and—”

Todoroki didn’t get to finish... since he was too busy picking himself up off the floor.

And sadly, it wasn’t by his hands.

Izuku may be a complete nerd with glasses to match but he’s quick. Smart and a damn good
analysis. “Watch your fucking mouth, Frost Fire.” Katsuki glanced around to see the crowded
bar frozen and phones appearing.

Fucking great. His PR is going to strangle him.

“You are just like your father.” He spat, fists clenching at his sides. “You bully people into
submission, and you only don’t like me because I refused to bow down to you just like I
refused to kiss your daddy’s hair ass!”

“You call yourself the number two hero of Japan but you couldn’t even save a little girl!
You could have! I had a whole path for you and you let that poor baby die! Himari was just a
baby!” Izuku shook his head slowly, “I refuse to be treated like trash by someone like you. I
know my place... I’ve been told by others where I belong but I’m Deku, Japan’s best
dispatcher.” He lifted his chin, “I get my job done my own way. It’s your turn to remember
your place.”

Izuku stepped his foot next to the scarred face, “Below me.” The explosive hero watched his
boyfriend walk away from the table. Shinso shot him a look as he scrambled after the shorter
man, Mina not to far behind.

Sero frowned, pulling his boyfriend from the floor. “I’m pressing charges—” Todoroki
started but stopped when he saw the cameras on him. “Great.”

“Babe... did you really let a baby die?”

Glass shattered.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at the redhead with broken glass in his hardened hand. “You sure
know how to treat people huh Icyhot?” He looked down at the melting ice cubes in his glass.
The glass dangled from his fingers keeping him sane enough not to explode. “I think I will be
talking to the commission tomorrow. I feel like we should review that little girl’s death... My
gut is telling me that Deku was telling the truth.”

“You don’t know—”

“You shut it.” He growled, “You know nothing.”

Kirishima frowned, “You always said you wanted to be nothing like your dad but you are just
like him.”

“Yeah, man... Deku may be sassy but he gets his job done.” Denki shook his head, leaning
back against the leather booth, “He’s saved so many lives—my own life! I can’t believe you
didn’t listen to him.”

Kirishima nodded, “If you did that little girl would still be alive.”

“Trust your dispatchers, Icyhot.” Katsuki gave him a once over before taking the last gulp
of whiskey and leaving the table. Izuku needed him. Making his way through the idiots
taking pictures, he shouldered open the bathroom door and was met with ragged breathing.
“Zuku?”

“K-Kachan! I-I-I'm dead!”

Shinso sighed tiredly, “So you talk to him but not me?” Izuku flipped him the finger and
made grabby hands for the blonde. “Do you want me to do some damage control?”

“Nah.” He shook his head, pulling his boyfriend into his arms. Izuku nuzzled his way,
hiding his face into the crook of his neck. “The thing is Icyhot will be in the boiling water,
not Deku.”
 “Don’t fucking let him spiral, Bakugo.” Shinso gave one last worried looked to the
greenette and left the bathroom with Mina.

Katsuki kissed his temple softly, “Wanna do something I’ve never done before?” Izuku
nodded eagerly. “Good. We’re dancing, baby cakes.” Dragging the nerd with him, he headed
out of the bathroom and straight to the dance floor. “The hag made me take dancing lessons
when I was a brat. She swore it would help fix my attitude.”

Izuku pulled back enough to meet his eyes, “I don’t think it worked, Kachan.” He smiled a
little and wrapped his arms around his neck. Soft scarred fingers played with the hairs at the
nap of his neck. “I just caused a lot of drama.” Katsuki listened to the strumming of the
guitar. It was a simply slow song with a light beat. Perfect for them.

Sunrise with you on my chest

No blinds in the place where I live
Daybreak open your eyes
'Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night
Still, we're changing our minds here
Be yours, be my dear

Katsuki wrapped his own arms around his waist, jerking him into his chest. That got him an
eye roll but it was worth it to have the warm against his body. “Maybe it needed to happen.”
He smiled down at Izuku, swaying to the music playing through the speakers.

So close with you on my lips

Touch noses, feelin' your breath
Push your heart and pull away, yeah
Be my summer in a winter day, love
I can't see one thing wrong
Between the both of us
Be mine, be mine, yeah
Anytime, anytime

Izuku’s eyes shined with love as he smiled fondly back at him, “I love you.”

“And I love you, baby cakes.”

“I’m kinda of glad you sucked with dispatchers.” Katsuki snorted but the smile grew into a
grin on his lips. “Not the making my friends and coworkers cry but I doubt I would have met
you otherwise.”

Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while

Haven't I? I thought I knew it all
Found love but I was wrong
More times than enough
But since you came along
I'm thinking
 “Then I’m kinda of glad you were fucking sick that day.” He chuckled lightly, “I wouldn’t
have had the courage to ask you out otherwise.”

“If I recall, you got me naked then you got naked and we took a bath.”

Katsuki sighed happily, “Best bath of my life.”

Baby, you (yeah)

Are bringing out a different kind of me
There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free
Fallin' all in you
Fell for men who weren't how they appeared, yeah
Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free
Fallin' all in you

“You are the love of my life and I’m not letting go.” Izuku whispered softly. “I want to be
yours forever and ever.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He promised.

Every time I see you baby I get lost

If I'm dreaming, baby, please don't wake me up
Every night I'm with you I fall more in love
Now I'm laying by your side
Everything feels right since you came along
I'm thinking

Izuku gave him a wobbly smile, “I love you so much, Kachan.” The blonde huffed out a
laugh and leaned down pressing his lips against his. Izuku didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. A
slow burning kiss filled with the love they share for one another. He was going to protect,
hold and love the shit out of Izuku if it was the last thing he ever did.

Baby, you, yeah

Are bringing out a different kind of me
There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free
Fallin' all in you (ooh, yeah)
Fell for men who weren't how they appear (ooh)
Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free
Fallin' all in

Chapter End Notes

Damn that was a long ass chapter lol Full of fun!

 Chapter 10
Chapter Notes

Smut at the end.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Deku. My office.”

Izuku blinked a few times as he set down his backpack, “Yes ma’am!” What the hell did he
do?! Sara—his boss—never used that sharp tone with him. Swiftly, he turned on his heels and
followed the woman into her office.

What was even more surprising was that Katsuki was sitting in one of the white chairs in
front of her glass desk.

“I-I told you we were dating the day after it happened and I sent an email to the
commissioner and received his approval! I didn’t do—”

Sara rolled her eyes, waving him off, “That’s not why Ground Zero is here, Deku. Settle.”
Izuku frowned a little, lacing his fingers together. Once his boss deemed him calm, she
picked up a remote and pointed it to the screen.

“Frost Fire! She’s in there and I have the perfect—”

“Shut it.” Frost Fire growled, “The girl is as good as dead. I’m not risking my life to save
a child.”

Izuku winced at the loud slam of his own hands hitting his desk through the recording,
“SHE’S A LIFE! THAT’S WHAT FUCKING HEROES DO! THEY SAVE. LIVES! SHE’S
IMPORTANT! GET THE FUCK IN THERE!”

“Watch how you speak to me, Deku. I can take your career and burn it with just a phone
call. The girl is dead.”

“No! NO!” The recording of his voice screamed, “She’s in there! I can get you in and out
safely! Hi—Hello? Frost Fire!? Answer me!”

Sara paused the recording and held out a box of tissues. Izuku turned his head. Tears dripped
from his chin to his tightly clenched hands. He was crying. “Izuku, honey, I know you tried
everything to save her. I also know that this death weighs heavily on your shoulders.”

“B-But...?” There was always a but.

Katsuki got to his feet with a grunt. “Listen carefully to what I’m about to say, nerd.” He said
softly as he crossed the room and cupped his freckled cheeks with warm hands. “You are not
in trouble, but you do have to take a leave of absence since the commission wants to
investigate—not only this call but all calls with Frost Fire.

“My PR said I also have to lay low for a while until the media is done freaking out about
me dating.” Izuku’s chest suddenly felt tight. Like he was being hugged too tightly and
drowning in his own blood. “Baby, you need a vacation, I need a damn vacation.”

Says the one that was stuck in bed for weeks...

Sara cleared her throat, “We will be reviewing everything as quick as possible. The
commission wants this wrapped up in three days. With the riots and... heroes on strike plus
the media is having a field day with all this. Sooner the better.

Izuku nodded the best he could with hands trapping his cheeks. “My dad’s in town... so um I
guess it’s a good time to take time off.”

“I’m also sorry, Izuku, I should have—”

“No. I didn’t say anything because I was scared he would ruin my career. You helped by
not making us work together again.” Katsuki looked away, snarling under his breath, “So just
uh call me when I’m cleared to work.”

Sara nodded, “Will do, honey. Take care of yourself and have some fun.” Izuku smiled softly
and gently took his boyfriend’s hands in his own and pulled him from the room.

“I’m sorry, baby boy, I tried to get them to let us fucking work but I was overruled.”

Izuku went to grab his backpack, but Katsuki snatched it, slinging it over his shoulder. “It’s
okay, Kachan. After yesterday I think I could use a day of relaxing but I want to do
something first.” It was Tuesday after all. “I’ll meet you back at the house?”

The blonde’s scarlet eyes were full of questions but he just nodded. “Alright, babe. I’ll go to
the store, anything you want?”

“Can you make red velvet cake? It has to have cream cheese frosting.” Izuku poked his
firm peck, “And I want candles and a bath too.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Can he just point out how he almost melted right then and there?

Izuku kissed him deeply, “I love you.” The blonde kissed him one last time before they
parted ways... okay, maybe after they made out in the elevator then they parted ways.

The city was so beautiful today. Bird chirping as they flew overhead. Sunshining brightly in
the high sky and the sound of people talking and walking the streets of Japan. It was a rare
time when he was out in the morning. If it was his day off, he would sleep until
midafternoon.
Glancing up at the cat on the sign, he took a deep breath and pulled open the glass door.
Hopefully, Eraserhead didn’t lie to him about Tuesday, or he’d be heart broken.

Maybe more heart broken than All Might.

“Good morning, young man!” Izuku smiled brightly at the woman behind the counter.
“What can I get going for you?”

Izuku glanced over the menu, “I’ll have an ice vanilla latte with sweet cream cold foam on
top... and let’s do a blueberry muffin.”

“No problem, sweetie!” She smiled. “And what’s your name?”

“Deku.” He instantly answered. Sometimes he struggled separating Deku and Izuku.

The woman paused, glancing to her left, “The man over there paid for your order.” Izuku
turned his head following her gaze. There he was. The child in him was screaming. He has
waited for this moment for years... “I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”

Izuku nodded in thanks and forced his legs to move over to the underground hero. “Good
morning, sir.” Eraserhead looked up from the papers in front of him with tired eyes. “I’m
Deku.”

“Well, sit.” The hero gestured to the empty chair. Stiffly, he sat down, placing his hands in
his lap. “Where’s all the sass at?”

He laughed lightly and twisted his hands tightly together, “Um... well, a lot has happened
today so not feelin’ it.”

The hero’s pen froze mid stroke. Did he say something that upset him? Should he leave? “Pet
a cat.”

“Pet... a cat?”

Eraserhead glanced up at him, flashing red eyes. “Pet. A. Cat.” Izuku yelped and grabbed the
cat brushing up against his leg. “That’s Gigi. She likes to be squished and if you rub your
face against her fur, she’ll purr.” Soft white fur tickled his nose as he brought his cheek to
Gigi’s side. “You have too much going on in that big head of yours.”

Slowly but surely, he was melting into the soft fur and loud purrs of the cat. “Kachan says the
same thing.”

“Bakugo is smart... if he doesn’t open his mouth.”

A snort escaped him before laughter forced its way up his throat, “I don’t know how many
times I muted him or myself when we first got stuck together. Fuck came out of his mouth
like we need air to breathe.”

Eraserhead groaned lightly, “He was worse in high school. That boy didn’t know how to treat
anyone let alone control his anger. Gray hairs.” Even though the hero wore a tired expression,
the grey eyes shined with amusement. “I don’t know how many times I had to use my quirk
or tie him up with my capturing weapon.”

“That bad?” He teased.

“You think Present Mic is loud. Bakugo took first place all of first year until he was
kidnapped.” Eraserhead shook his head, a few piece of raven hair falling over his features.
“Biggest wake up call he could ever get.”

Izuku nodded, running his hand through Gigi’s fur, “I remember that... My dad almost pulled
me back to America.”

“Your dad controlling?”

Another snort came from him, “Well, he’s protective after I was kidnapped and tortured for
five months. Being the son of America’s number one hero can really draw attention.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Eraserhead sighed, “Problem child, just like the other one.”

Izuku laughed, “Yup.” The woman came with his coffee and muffin, setting them on the
table, “Thank you, miss.”

“You drink that crap?”

“You look like a guy that drinks ass coffee in the morning.” The hero stared at him with
questioning eyes, “Ass coffee. Kachan drinks pure black coffee every morning but it tastes
like ass so it’s ass coffee.”

Eraserhead stared him dead in the eye as he lifted the white mug to his lips. He took a long
slow drink before sighing like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Then ass coffee is the
best.”

Izuku wrinkled his nose, “You are disgusting.”

“No. It’s called taste Deku.”

“Izuku... my name is Izuku.” He said with a warm smile.

“Aizawa.”

Izuku felt a whole lot better after leaving the cat café. To be honest, he couldn’t believe that
he spent three hours talking to his favorite underground hero. Aizawa told him a lot about
Katsuki and how much he grew... and how proud he was of his former student to this day.

The hero even thanked him for saving Katsuki’s career and showing him what love is.

“I shouldn’t tell you this but I feel like you should know. Bakugo was raised on tough love
from his mother and praise for the amazing quirk he has. Right before you were called in, his
ego was through the roof. Sometimes it will come out. Sometimes you will have to put him in
his place.

“And sometimes you need to shower that man in love... which you are doing so well
already. I’ve never seen him so happy.”

He brought a hand to his mouth as his eyes stared at the white wood door of their apartment.
It hit him then and there like a blast to the face.

Opening the door, he opened his lips to say he was home but—

Izuku Midoriya also known as Deku had some choice words at a bar in downtown of
district five. Not only did he have some words but also punch Japan’s number two hero
Frost Fire and took him to the ground.

Izuku’s eyes widened at the TV screen. There he was... on one of the biggest networks...
yelling at a top ten hero.

Well, fuck him in the ass.

“You are just like your father. You bully people into submission, and you only don’t like me
because I refused to bow down to you just like I refused to kiss your daddy’s hair ass!”

“You call yourself the number two hero of Japan but you couldn’t even save a little girl!
You could have! I had a whole path for you and you let that poor baby die! Himari was just a
baby!” Izuku shook his head slowly, “I refuse to be treated like trash by someone like you. I
know my place... I’ve been told by others where I belong but I’m Deku, Japan’s best
dispatcher.” He lifted his chin, “I get my job done my own way. It’s your turn to remember
your place.”

Izuku stepped his foot next to the scarred face, “Below me.”

About two years ago, Himari died in an apartment fire. What we knew was that the
heroes didn’t know she was there or it was too late. Dispatcher Deku says otherwise, he
claims to have had a safe route into the building to save the little girl and Frost Fire
refused.

No word from Frost Fire or his PR at this time. But on a lighter note, Ground Zero—
Japan's sexiest bachelor is officially taken. A picture from last night popped on the screen.
Someone caught them on the dance floor sharing a soft kiss. Damn they looked good
together. Ground Zero and Dispatcher Deku are a couple and a cute one if I might add.
No word from Ground Zero’s PR but we know he will be making a statement soon.

“Nosey fucks.” Katsuki grumbled, clicking off the TV.

“At least they got our good side.” The blonde legit jumped to his feet with a hand ready to
blast an intruder. “Calm down, big boy. I’m home.” He smiled brightly. “I see we made the
evening news.”
Katsuki slowly lowered his hand. “Where have you been?” Tilting his head to the side, he
frowned. “I was... fucking worried.”

Izuku opened his arms, making grabby hands for his hero. That man threw himself over the
back of the couch and closed the distance between them in a few strides. Izuku giggled
loudly. Katsuki scooped him up in his arms like a toddler, holding him close to him. “I was
with Eraserhead.” A growl followed by a nip at his cheek just pulled more giggles out of him.
“We talked... about you mostly. He’s very proud of you, Kachan.”

“He say that shit?”

“Yup!”

“My PR is setting up things for us.” He grumbled loudly in his ear. “Stupid fucking Icyhot
bastard.”

The greenette tugged on his blonde hair, “Baby... why don’t we forget about them? How
about we just take care of us?” He was ready. Katsuki would take care of him. He knew that.
“Naked... in bed with... you popping the cherry.”

Katsuki’s body stiffened, “Zu... don’t tease me.”

“I’m dead ass serious, Kachan.” He whispered, running his tongue over the shell of his ear,
“I want you to take me... in every way possible.” Something snapped in the blonde like a
rubberband. Suddenly, they were moving down the hallway to their bedroom. Katsuki kicked
the door shut and threw him on the bed. “Lights off, Kachan.”

His boyfriend pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. “No can do baby.” A
loving smile curled on his lips, “I wanna love you with the lights on.”

Izuku’s heart skipped a full beat.

“O-Okay... What do you want me to do?”

Katsuki chuckled lightly with a shake of his head, “Don’t worry, baby cakes, I’m going to be
a gentleman. Just let me take the lead, alright?”

Easy enough... Katsuki is in control any time they have fun in the bedroom. Nothing
different. He’s soft and sweet then... nothing to worry about.

The sound of a belt hitting the ground pulled him from his thoughts. Looking over at Katsuki,
he found him in nothing but a black pair of tight boxers... exposing his already hard cock.
“I’m gonna strip you, baby.”

Izuku nodded a little, closing his eyes. Warm hands were the first thing he felt. They ran over
the exposed freckled skin lightly. Like a butterfly landing on his finger. Those hands slowly
trailed underneath his shirt, pushing it up his torso until there was nowhere for it to go but
over his head.
Katsuki’s lips were the next thing he felt. First on his jawline... then his chest... then down his
stomach. A shiver ran down his spine as the cold air hit the wet line of kisses. “With me
baby?”

“Mhmm...” He hummed lightly.

“Relax then.” A tap came onto the back of his hands. When did he start gripping the
sheets? “Careful with your glasses, sweetheart.” Glasses right. He was still wearing them.
Where the hell was his brain at!?

The next thing that came off was his shoes and socks... then his pants and boxers all in one
pull. Now he was butt naked. “K-Kachan?” He whispered with a shaky voice. “I-I—”

“We can stop, baby.”

“N-No! I just...” He didn’t even know. The blonde spread his legs wide as he shuffled
between them and leaned over until his nose was squished by Katsuki’s. “I-I’m nervous, K-
Kachan...” Nervous may be an understatement but he didn’t need to know that.

“Focus on me. I won’t leave your line of sight.” Forcing his eyes open, he gazed into the
red sea, getting lost in the pour love. “There you go, baby. I’m right here.” Izuku felt his body
relax into the sheets. Katsuki’s husky voice was turning him into a puddle before the main
event.

Izuku brought a trembling hand to the other’s flawless cheek, stroking his thumb under his
eye. “I-I love you, Katsuki.” He whispered softly.

The blonde smiled, “And I love you too, Izuku.” Vaguely he heard the cap pop open on the
bottle of lube. “Tell me if it hurts.” Nodding quickly, he went and focused on his red eyes.
Scarlet became his favorite color. Some days he wanted to just stare into them and lose
himself.

A finger—cool and wet with lube—circled the tight rim a few times before pushing in. They
did this... it was nothing new to him and he wouldn’t need that much prep but it felt so good.
Izuku arched his back the best he could against his boyfriend’s chest. Moans slowly began to
echo the room with every thrust of his strong finger.

Katsuki took his time.

Slowly and gently, he opened him up with his fingers. Moving from one to two and two to
three until he reached four. Izuku gripped onto his shoulders, moaning and whimpering softly
in his ear. He whined when the fingers were pulled from his greedy hole leaving him empty.

“K-Kachan...” He whined sweetly.

Instead of words, the blonde leaned down and pressed a deep loving kiss to his lips at the
same time he pushed his large cock into him. It burned causing a whine to slip into Katsuki’s
open mouth kiss but somehow—maybe magic—the blonde made all the pain go away.

Love.
 Nothing but love was between them. Every move of their lips. The whispers of sweet
nothings. Just the way their bodies fit like a puzzle.

It felt like he fell in love with Katsuki Bakugo all over again.

Little by little, Katsuki worked himself in until his hips met his ass. He was so fucking full.
Holy shit! It was like he was craving a way with his cock. He’d forever be made just for
Katsuki. “You okay, sweetheart?” He whispered breathlessly, letting out a soft moan. “You
feel so fucking good.”

“F-Full!” He moaned loudly. “S-So full!”

Not only was he full but his heart was overflowing with love. His glasses slipped from his
face when he knocked into Katsuki’s cheek. For the first time in his life, he had no words for
how he felt. All he wanted was to match Katsuki’s actions and love him without words. The
blonde must have figured out what he wanted. Instantly lips found his again and Katsuki
began to pull out... and thrust back in.

Katsuki cherished every inch of him that night.

And that night became one of his favorites.

Chapter End Notes

Aww the babies! They just so cute!

I will answer all comments tomorrow! I have stayed up waaaay to late lol

Later, babes!
 Chapter 11
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

So fucking beautiful.

Katsuki ran the back of his index finger down his freckled nose and traced lightly around his
slightly parted lips. Izuku whined a little in protest but only to smash his cheek against his
chest more. He decided that if he couldn’t be a hero anymore then he’d spend the rest of his
life like this.

But sadly, he had to get up.

Slowly, he pulled himself from the sleeping nerd, replacing his body with his pillow. Izuku
whined again, a little louder but seemed content with the pillow he wrapped himself around.
Damn fucking cute. Grabbing his boxers from the night before, he slipped them over his legs
and quietly made his way to the kitchen.

Coffee.

Last night ran over and over in his head. Izuku’s eyes blown with lust, his tussled curls and
the sweet moans pouring from his lips. Fuck, he could listen to that along with his mumbles
all day long. Popping in the K-Cup of his favorite black ass coffee, he slammed the lid down
and grabbed a mug from the wire rack.

“It's so early.” The was the only warning he got before a certain nerd’s body pressed
against his back. “Bed... come back to bed.”

Katsuki placed the mug under the spout, pressing start. “Baby as much as I’d love to, I need
coffee.” A soft sigh left his lips when scarred arms wrapped around his waist. “You okay?”

Izuku nodded against the muscles on his back, “Yeah. I’m sore but it’s a good kind of sore.”
He mumbled with a huge yawn. Katsuki chuckled lightly and turned in his arms, wrapping
his own around the shorter man’s shoulders.

“You should go the fuck back to bed, baby cakes.”

“Mmm... but my heater is gone.”

His red eyes rolled dramatically, “Is that all I am to you? A personal he eater?”

“I mean... you are good eye candy and have a nice cock soooo.”

“You asshole.” Katsuki smirked and kissed his wild curls. “I think we need a shower after
breakfast.” This little fucker groaned loudly, slamming his head down on his chest. “You act
like a toddler sometimes, ya know that?”
Izuku laid his chin on his chest, glaring up at him with bright green eyes, “And you’re
constipated but I don’t say anything, sugar lips. But I can... and will if you can’t be nice.”

“Mornings are just not your thing.”

“Mornings suck monkey balls on a Monday.” Izuku pushed off him, turning to the fridge.
Damn. Izuku really needed to wear his shit more often. The long black t-shirt barely covered
his ass when he bent over slightly, peering into the fridge. “I can feel you staring at my ass.”

Katsuki grinned wickedly, “Just wondering when we can have round two, baby boy.” Izuku
turned, looking over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue. “You moan so pretty... lips so
swollen yet soft...” He pushed off the counter and clapped his hands down on the nerd’s hips,
jerking him back into his half hard cock. “Falling apart on my cock.”

“I want breakfast.” Izuku whined out. “Please, Kachan? Pancakes.” Katsuki chuckled and
pulled him against his chest, lifting him off the ground, “WACHAN!” Izuku screamed.

“If I’m cooking then you are going to sit and relax.” He walked over to the couch and
dumped Izuku onto the cushions. “Take a nap or watch a movie. I’ll cook you breakfast.”
Before he could get back to the kitchen, a loud knock came at the door.

That wasn’t the knock of a friendly neighbor.

No one knocked on his door in the building. His face probably told them better.

Izuku peeked his head over the couch with questioning eyes. “Kachan...” Jerking his chin to
the bedroom, he mouthed for Izuku to go get dressed and be quiet. Once the nerd quietly ran
down the hallway, he turned to the door.

Pulling the door open, two officers with guns drawn stared back at him. “Excuse me, can I
fucking help you?”

The taller officer raised his badge, “Police. We’re here for Izuku Midoriya.” Katsuki cocked
his head to the side and folded his arms over his chest, puffing it naturally.

“What do you want with him?”

“He’s under arrest for assault.” Ah. Fucking Icyhot was behind this. “We need to take him
—”

Katsuki lifted a single finger from his forearm. “I want to see the warrant.” Both men turned
to look at each, dread coming over their faces. “Arrest warrant? Do I need to fucking spell it
out to you idiots?! Where. The. Fuck. Is. The. Piece. Of. Paper.” He spoke every word slowly.
Maybe then they would understand.

“Or... you don’t fucking have one.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, “You tell that
bastard that he can’t just pay cops to do his dirty work. Let Elsa fucking know that I will be
going to the commission... and good luck boys.” He stepped back and kicked the door shut in
their faces. “It’s clear, baby cakes.”
 “I...” Izuku shook his head quickly, “I was almost arrested. I would have gone with them
without a fight...”

“Because you’re quirkless.” He finished the sentence. “I think it’s time we meet with the
commission.”

Izuku pulled his phone from his pocket, “I think it’s time I call my dad.”

Fucking great.

Within two hours of Izuku calling his dad, they were in the commissioner’s office. Dragon
even called the State’s commissioner to be added to a conference call with all of them.

“Someone needs to give me a good reason that my son was almost arrested this morning
with no warrant and paid officers!” Dragon snarled out, smoking spilling from his mouth.
Meanwhile, he felt like he was going to shit his pants while his boyfriend played candy crush
on his phone... with the volume on. “ANSWERS!”

“Dad...” Izuku warned lightly.

“Quiet it, son!”

Izuku held up one hand in surrender and dragged his fingers in front of his lips, zipping his
mouth shut and locking it with a key. Katsuki knew better than to open his mouth during this
exchange.

“D-Dragon! I didn’t know Deku was your s-son!” The commissioner choked out. “I will
see—”

A sigh came through the TV screen, “I don’t believe you seeing anything will be good
enough.” The State commissioner sighed tiredly, “Not only are you an idiot but you don’t
seem to have control over any of your heroes.”

Katsuki opened his mouth, but the words died from his lips when Izuku’s head fell onto his
shoulders, “It’s not control or order, Kachan, it’s about fairness, equality.” He whispered into
his ear, “In America, heroes are held to a different standard then in Japan. For example...
Frost Fire wouldn’t even have been able to bribe the cops to come arrest me because the cops
in America would have said hell no. But Japan’s cops are pussies and will suck hero dick for
anything and everything.”

“Oh...” He whispered back.

Dragon slammed his hand down on the dark wood of the commissioner’s desk, “You just like
to fill your pockets! I can already bet that’s why Frost Fire got away with that girl’s death in
the first place!”

“Unacceptable.” She said sternly, “Frost Fire shouldn’t have a hero license, let alone be
walking the streets of Japan.” The man behind the desk sank down in his seat. “How many
more people did he let die?”
Katsuki’s eyes widened. They were heroes. He lived to protect and save the people of Japan.
If... Todoroki really let people die... “The citizens of Japan are about to fucking hate us.”

“Oh, totally!” Izuku chirped. “There’re riots on every major block of the city!”

The lady nodded, “Dragon, I need you to do some damage control. Aoi, you need to pull
Frost Fire out of the ranks and take his license. That man needs a trial, and I will be there to
see it through.” Icy blue eyes narrowed at him, “Ground Zero, it’s a pleasure to finally meet
you. I’ve seen you do some amazing things.”

Izuku elbowed him in the side, forcing air from his lungs, “T-Thank you, ma’am.”

The woman laughed, shifting her gaze to Izuku, “Hello my sweet little bunny. I hope your
dad isn’t making you rip your hair out.”

“He did break into my boyfriend’s apartment and tie him to a chair but other than that, he’s
been good.” Izuku beamed happily. He had a sinking feeling in his chest that this woman was
— “You look fabulous, Auntie.”

Yup. This is another one of his family members.

“Thank you, bun.” She smiled, pushing her dark curls from her face.

Izuku smiled brightly, closing his eyes for a second, “Katsuki! This is my aunt Minnie!” Just
another person he needed to impress.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.” It was hard to place this woman in the Midoriya family.
Dragon and Izuku looked a lot alike with small differences. Izuku’s mom too but this woman
looked nothing like them. Blue icy eyes, black raven hair... no fucking freckles. It just didn’t
fit the Midoriya style.

Or he was just blind not to see it.

The nerd leaned closer until his lips brushed against his ear. “Minnie isn’t my real aunt...
she’s my dad’s best friend since they were teens. She moved to America after graduation and
he stayed here and met my mom.

“They also love each other but are complete idiots.”

“What was that Izuku?”

Izuku whipped his head up with another blinding smile on his lips, “I was just telling Katsuki
how amazing you are!”

Minnie gave him an unimpressed look before turning to the commissioner. “Deku and
Ground Zero shouldn’t be punished for what you failed to do. They are cleared for duty
starting tomorrow since Frost Fire will be put on trial, correct?” The man nodded quickly,
“Good. Next thing... Ground Zero how do you feel about a little public romance.”
 “I like to keep my personal shit private.” He scowled at the very thought alone. It was bad
enough since that video and pictures of them dancing at the bar hit the internet and news but
fuck! To do that shit on purpose for everyone to see made his stomach twist in knots.

Izuku was his and only his.

The commissioner tried to open his mouth, but Dragon blew a small burst of flames instantly
shutting him up. Minnie sighed tiredly, “I understand that Ground Zero but between the two
lovely topics we have in front of us, yours would be the one to look over the other.”

“What the flying fuck do you want me to do?” The only thing that was keeping from
blasting the TV and storming from the room was Izuku’s hand interlacing with his and the
feeling of his thumb moving up and down his finger.

“You know what needs to be done, Zero. Full package. I’ll gladly notify your PR.” She
smiled, waving her fingers at Izuku, “Bye, bun. I’ll call you soon.”

Izuku smiled, “I’ll keep dad in line for you!” The screen went black with a click. “Well...
what did she mean by the full package?”

Katsuki groaned, letting his head fall to the back of the couch. “Full package is a term we use
when we are out of options. It’s fucking rare that it happens, but Kiri did it with Sparky a few
years back. That idiot put my agency in hot water so to take the heat off that shitty situation,
they went public. Dates, photoshoots, interviews. Fucking exhausting.”

“They’ve been waiting to go public anyways and it just fit the bill.”

“So... we have to do that?”

Katsuki turned his head until he found a pair of bright emerald eyes staring back at him. “No,
sweetheart, we have to go bigger.”

“B-Bigger?” Izuku whispered softly.

A smirk slowly spread across his lips, “Ready for me to woo your damn socks off, baby,
cause you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Before they went back to War Zone for the fucking Funtastic meeting with his PR. Dragon
decided to take them all out to lunch. No surprise that America’s number one hero would
pick an America style restaurant.

Izuku pulled him into the red leather booth with his dad taking the side across from them. Out
of the corner of his eye, the nerd was bouncing slightly in his seat as his green eyes darted at
the different pictures on the menu.

Did he like this shit?

“Order for me, nerd.” He said and shut his menu. Izuku knew what he liked and didn’t, so
he wasn’t fucking worried about not liking the food.
The waiter came over... and dropped his damn pen and paper. “G-Ground Zero?” Ah. There it
was. “I-I’m a h-h-huge fan!”

Katsuki scuffed lightly as he leaned towards Izuku to grab the black marker from his pocket.
Be nice. All he had to do was be nice. “Want me to sign something?” Not too nice though.
The waiter instantly held out his arm. He bit the cap off the marker and signed his name
across the pale skin.

“T-Thank you!” He choked out, staring at the marked skin.

But that’s what got his attention.

An arm snaked around his... tugging him closer to the greenette next to him. “Ground Zero’s
amazing, isn’t he?” Izuku said seriously. No ounce of teasing, sass or sunshine.

Oooh, the nerd was jealous.

Either the waiter saw something in Izuku’s eyes or he got his shit together enough to take
their order and scurry off to get things going.

Dragon snorted lightly, “Smooth, son.”

“Shut it, Mr. Heart Eyes.” Izuku shot back and climbed into his lap. “This is better.”

The blonde didn’t even bother fighting it. Jealous Izuku seemed like something he didn’t
want to mess with. Hooking his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder, he wrapped his arms
securely around his waist. “It’s pretty sexy seeing you get all jealous for me.”

“I’m not jealous, Kachan!”

Katsuki kissed his cheek lightly, nuzzling his nose into the freckles speckled over his tanned
skin. “You are so jealous, baby.”

Izuku folded his arms over his chest, puffing his cheeks. “Not. Jealous.” He muttered to
himself. “Stupid guy was giving you bedroom eyes. Only I can do that.”

Dragon chuckled lightly, “I don’t think anyone is taking that man from you, champ. If I can
tie him to a chair and question him for hours then he’s yours.”

“Yeah, we should really talk about that, dad.” He took a deep breath, “What the hell were
you thinking?!”

The jade pair of eyes danced with amusement, “Test of strength, son. You grandpa used
something like that on me when I was first dating your mom.”

Izuku huffed, “You need a test of courage then and ask Minnie out on a date already. It’s
gross watching you give each other gooey looks but acting like you could puke at the same
times.”

“Zu-”
 “No! You love her!”

“Izuku-”

“Dad.” He deadpanned.

Katsuki gently pinched the nerd’s side lightly. Something flickered across those Jade eyes for
a split second and Izuku missed it. “Baby, let him be.”

The stubborn ass man shook his head so fast his curls brushed against his cheek a few times.
“No. He could be happy and in love but won’t do it!”

Dragon frowned a little, looking down at his hands. There it was... the one reason why he
won’t pursue the woman he loves.

A gold band sat on his left hand.

“I’m going out for a smoke.” Dragon excused himself from the table and bee lined for the
door. Izuku stared after him with a dropped jaw, completely confused.

The explosive hero tightened his hold on his boyfriend, “Baby boy, listen to me for a
minute.” He waited for Izuku to nod before continuing. “I think your dad feels like he’d be
cheating on your mom.”

“But... she’s dead.” Wow. Blunt much? “She’d want him to be happy, Kachan. Mom hated
seeing us sad...”

“So tell him that but nicely.” Katsuki whispered softly.

The food arrived and Izuku slid down into the leather but still plastered to his side. Dragon
came back a few minutes later and sighed happily at the food in front of him. To be honest,
the food was pretty fucking good—not healthy at all—for a burger. He’s been meal prepping
for years and barely ate out.

Izuku was about to change that... Mr. Take Out King.

“Dad?” Dragon hummed, wiping his chin with a napkin. “You love Minnie, right?”

The older Midoriya tilted his head slightly, “Nothing gets passed you, huh, Zu?” He glanced
down at the gold band again, “I do love her but—”

“There’s not buts dad. Mom wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of your life alone.” Izuku
gripped his hand tightly, “Minnie loves you and I’m fine with her being more than just my
aunt. She’ll never replace my mama but I approve of you two dating.”

Katsuki squeezed his hand back a few times.

Dragon took a deep breath and let it out slowly, expelling smoke, “Alright... alright, when I
get back to the states, I’ll ask her on a date. Nothing sooner.” He added when Izuku opened
his mouth to most likely protest, “We have enough going on here.”
 “Fine.” The greenette pouted, “I want to be the first to know!”

“I know, son.” A ding went off causing Dragon to pull out his phone. Katsuki didn’t like
the way the man’s face scowled. “Looks like Endeavor is getting involved.”

Katsuki scuffed to mask the slight panic that bubbled in his chest. “What the fuck did he
say?”

“That Endeavor is supporting his son as he sues Izuku for sexual harassment. Not only that
but he’s saying that Izuku put him into an uncomfortable situation.” Dragon shook his head,
sighing. “That bastard is only saying this because he knows his son fucked up.”

Izuku sagged against his side. Small, ragged breaths began to escape his lips. The nerd was
spiraling and questioning everything he’s ever done as a dispatcher. “Anything else that
flaming asshole say?”

“Just something like, ‘My son is innocent. I will be standing by his side as not only the
former number one hero but as his father.’”

Lying piece of shit bastard.

Chapter End Notes

Let the drama begin 🤭

 Chapter 12
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku wasn’t not panicking.

..

Okay, he totally was but it was also hard to do with big, strong hands rubbing the tense
muscles of his back. God, he was melting into the soft mattress. Sinking further and further.
Even when sinking into the sheets and inhaling the sweet caramel smell of his boyfriend, he
knew exactly what that man was doing.

“S’not gonna work...”

Katsuki snorted lightly, amused, “I think it’s working pretty well. What did we do today?”
What did they do today? Something with his dad but his brain was mush inside his skull so
there was no hope there. Katsuki’s hands heated up on his lower back, thumbs drawing small
circles and grew deeper with every single swipe of his thumbs.

This beautiful butt hole.

“You’re stressing over nothing, sweetheart.” I love when he calls me that or baby or...
anything. “Do you now? My sweetheart loves his cute little nicknames?” If he wasn’t a
puddle, he’d be freaking out but he was already gone.

Mind mush.

Heart soaring with love.

Izuku wiggled in his grip and—struggled a lot—rolled over in his arms. “Love me.” He
whined, making grabby hands for the man above him. “I want Kachan.”

A lowly chuckle escaped the perfectly pink lips before he finally felt the heavy weight of his
boyfriend. “You are so needy.”

“I like being needy.” He paused, forcing his brain to think that over. “Only for Kachan.”
Izuku added as he snuggled closer to the warmth. “You so warm.”

“It’s like your drunk but not.” There were a few small tugs to his curls. Katsuki hummed
lightly, racking his fingers through the knotted curls until they went through smoothly.

“L-Love drunk.”
Partly.

After the whole thing with Endeavor hit him in the face, he had a huge panic attack. Katsuki
had to carry his ass home. That’s how bad it was. Now he was just mentally exhausted... so
thinking about anything other than Katsuki was out the dang window.

Hisashi instantly went into protective dad mode and left the diner once he was better to get
with Minnie. Something about lawyers. Endeavor got away with a lot of things when he was
a hero... because he was a hero with a big image and money.

Izuku wasn’t rich. He couldn’t afford lawyers or other things like that. He may be the best
dispatcher, but he knew he wasn’t getting paid as well as his coworkers because he was
quirkless.

Stupid extra joint.

Stupid red shoes.

“What the fuck you mumbling about down there?” The blonde asked, leaning back and
exposing him to the cool air of the bedroom. Izuku furrowed his brows and whined. “Talk to
me, baby cakes.”

“Make me forget... just for tonight.”

He knew he was getting worried looks from Katsuki’s scarlet eyes. He knew they would be
talking about this tomorrow but Katsuki gave in to him. Piece by piece, clothes left both of
their bodies until there was nothing but skin on skin.

Katsuki took things slowly... he got lost in the pleasure before his boyfriend even started. The
sweet nothing and skilled fingers took him over the edge not once but twice before Katsuki
finally gave him exactly what he wanted.

Sex was nothing like he saw on TV or even porn. It was fake. Prep already done. All the
scenes were laid out and planned but somehow... Katsuki made it almost seem unreal.

Every word. Every motion. Every thrust. It all made his heart fill with nothing but pure love.

Or maybe it was all just a dream.

Izuku blinked open his eyes and winced at the sunlight hitting him right on the nose almost
blinding him. He tried to roll his body over to get away from it but he couldn’t even budge.

Frowning, he looked down at himself to find a strong pair of arms wrapped around his waist
that matched the strong legs tangled with his... and something up his ass.

Well... it wasn’t a dream.

Izuku wrapped his arms around the blonde’s pulling them closer. Today was going to suck
and he was going to need all the cuddles he could get. His fingers trailed over the smooth
skin, tracing along every ridge or dent where the muscles formed. Katsuki’s arms and chest
held a lot of his muscle mass to accommodate his quirk. Not only did he use it to fly but to
fight as well... it probably took a lot of time to get it all perfect.

Katsuki was perfect.

“You think way too much in the morning.”

Izuku couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips. “I was just thinking about how amazing
you are.” Katsuki groaned and buried his face in the crook of his neck. “Thank you... for
yesterday.”

And just when he thought his boyfriend was amazing, the butt hole nipped at the patch of
skin under his lips. “Ow! Kachan!”

“That’s what you get, asswipe.” The blonde rolled over, pinning his chest to the bed,
“Fucking making me worry like that!” He gasped loudly at the sharp sting on his ass. Did
Katsuki really just spank him? No. Wait. Yes?

“Kachan! I-I—” Another smack came onto his ass. The heated sting... well, he thought
he’d protest or something but instead a loud moan fell from his lips.

Katsuki tsked, “Tch. You ever make me worry like that again and I will spank your ass until
my hand has a permeant place on this freckled cheek.” One last hard smack came down on
his cheek. He arched his back pushing into the blonde’s grasp. “Understand me, baby boy?”

“Y-Yes!” He whimpered softly.

“Good. Now I’m going to fuck you.” Izuku didn’t even realize he was nodding eagerly.
“I’m going to make sure that you are relaxed and anytime you fidget in your seat... you’ll
think of me fucking you. No room to panic or worry.

“You’ll only think of me.”

Izuku twisted his scarred fingers in the dark sheets, pushing his hips back into Katsuki’s, “P-
Please?”

“I seriously hate you.” Katsuki smugly smirked in the chair next to him. Scarlet eyes filled
with blazes of different emotions. “I can’t believe you gave me a limp!” He hissed.

The blonde looked at him out of the corner of his eye, “You begged for it, cupcake.” Izuku
looked away, trying to hide his flaming cheeks. “You’ll be fine.”

“You’re not the one being sued... or whatever is happening.” He muttered.

“Nah, I’ve been here before but not for this.” Katsuki squeezed the hand he had been
holding since they got out of the car. “I know you’re itching to be back at work.” How the
hell could he read him that well?! “I’m the same way... so once this blows over, we’ll be back
to work.”
The problem was... that goal seemed miles away.

“Good morning, you two.” Hisashi flashed them a quick grin before taking his seat next to
him. “Izuku, you have nothing to hide, okay? Endeavor just has flames coming out his ass.”

The door opened a few minutes later... Todoroki walked in with Endeavor and four lawyers.
It was like a chess board. One side of the table was them... the other side Todoroki and well...
he felt outnumbered.

He was waiting for the check mate before he even made a move.

“Is this your lawyer?” Todoroki glanced over to his dad with a bland expression.

Izuku gripped onto his life line—called Katsuki’s hand—and gestured to his father with the
other. “This is Hisashi Midoriya, my dad or Dragon. Whatever you want to call him.”

That not only got Todoroki’s attention but Endeavor’s and all the suits. “Dragon... as in the
number one hero of America?” One of the suit’s asked quietly.

“Yes! This is my son!” Hisashi beamed, “I’m so proud of him.”

Endeavor looked over at his son with a deadly expression before turning to him. “Deku.”

“Endeavor! It’s been a while since we last talked. How’s retirement treating you?” Izuku
smiled brightly—faking it completely.

“It’s been fine.”

Todoroki sighed with a roll of his eyes, “There’s no way your father could be the number one
hero of the US. You must be kidding.”

“Shoto...” Endeavor warned.

“No! He’s nothing!” The younger Todoroki growled, “He’s the lowest of the low!
Quirkless! He doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as us and now he claims to be the
child of a top hero! It’s bullshit, father! The way he speaks to us like we’re equal!” The room
suddenly dropped ten degrees and ice began to form on the walls. “And he’s ruining my life!
All because he cares about a little brat that died!

“If she was stupid enough to hide during an evacuation then she deserved to die! Stupid
little brat! You don’t understand how hard I worked to get where I am today!” Todoroki stood
from his chair and slammed his hands to the table.

One branding the wood and the other creating a layer of ice. Izuku stared at him with wide
eyes. Fog danced over the lens of his glass from his hot breath hitting the cold air.

Katsuki stood just as quick, his right hand curling as small explosions popped from his palm.
“Stand down, Todoroki.”
 “No! I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE MY HARD WORK FOR SOME BOTTOM FEEDER
QUIRKLESS PIECE OF SH—”

“That’s enough.”

Izuku scooted his chair back enough until he was behind his boyfriend and out of sight of the
younger Todoroki. Minnie appeared on the TV screen... and she didn’t look happy at all.

“Good morning, commissioner!” Hisashi greeted her with a strained smile. Smoke laced
every word that left his lips. “I hope you heard all that.”

Minnie pursed her lips, glaring at the Todoroki side of the chess board, “I hope you
understand that not only have you now admitted to letting the child die but have also
exampled quirk discrimination. Hate crime. Whatever words you would like to use.

“Deku is the best dispatcher Japan has ever seen. He helps way more than any dispatcher
ever would. He pulled your father out of his egoistical head and even made Ground Zero a
better hero. His ranks and votes have blasted through the roof ever since Deku came along.
From my understanding of those heroes I have spoken with this morning, Deku’s cheerful,
playful attitude has actually helped heroes. That cheerfulness spreads through the comms and
into them making them happier.” Minnie shook her head, “He’s not flirtatious unless he’s
with Ground Zero and Izuku does know when and where to do it.”

“No!” Todoroki shouted.

“I’ve listened to many calls between him and Ground and him with other heroes.
Professionalism is all I saw. That’s who Deku is... my understanding though is that you and
him never worked together again in the last few years so why—”

Endeavor pushed on his son’s shoulder until he was planted back in the chair, “We will be
dropping the charges.”

“And Frost Fire is to be stripped of his rank and license effective immediately.” Minnie
said sternly. “He is to be put on house arrest for one year and will need to be going to anger
management, therapy and have lessons on quirk discrimination. Plus, a public apology to the
mother of the child he let die.”

Izuku could feel the bi colored eyes glaring daggers through Katsuki to him. “And if I
don’t?” He pushed his glasses up his nose with trembling fingers.

“Jail. You can go spend some time with the villains you put away.”

The explosive hero never sat down. He stood protectively in front of Izuku until the meeting
was over and Aizawa came in with an ankle cuff. “You are not to be with in fifty feet of
Izuku Midoriya once the year is up if you fail to follow the restraining order, you will go
straight to jail. You will not be allowed to do hero work. You will be watched closely for the
next five years of your life. You sneeze the wrong way, I’ll know.” Minnie explained and
hung up when Aizawa took his former student from the room.
 “Thank fuck that’s over.”

Over... was it really? There was no trial! There was nothing! What if Todoroki got out? He
has not only one quirk but two and could easily kill him!

Was he going to die?!

Warm, smooth hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him out of the darkness and into the red sea.
Crimson orbs stared down at him with concern... and love. “Come back to me, baby.” He
blinked his eyes a few times until he saw more of his boyfriend’s face. “Hey there. Who am
I?”

“M-My amazing boyfriend who was sculpted by the gods.”

Katsuki laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Damn right, baby. And you are my sexy
dispatcher who talks dirty in my ear all day.” Izuku nuzzled into the warm hand. “He can’t
touch you. We’re going to move and make sure everything is perfectly safe.”

“I’m not a baby.” He pouted cutely.

“I know that but for my sake, we’re doing it.” Katsuki smirked lightly, “I guess if you’re
not a baby then I’ll stop calling you baby.”

Izuku knitted his brows together. “I’m your baby.”

“That’s fucking right. My baby.”

“Is it really over, Kachan?”

Hisashi cleared his throat, reminding him that his dad was just chilling in the room. That’s
cute. Just watching him and his boyfriend have a moment... to make fun of him later.
“There’s no need for a trial and we didn’t want one to begin with it. The mother is in enough
pain and stress... having her get on the stand would have been horrifying. She’s already—
under Minnie’s suggestions—suing Todoroki pain and suffering. Thankfully, Todoroki didn’t
hurt anyone else so far in the investigation.”

Izuku nodded a little. He personally went to the funeral and begged the mother for
forgiveness. She didn’t have one ounce of blame on him... she knew it wasn’t his fault. The
day still haunts him. “She couldn’t survive that trial.”

“No, she’d have to relive that day, listen to all the calls... watch the news footage.”

He didn’t want that put on anyone.

Chapter End Notes

Ha... I doubt Todoroki will be a good boy and stay but you never know!
And I didn't forget about Sero, babes! He's coming in soon with the rest of the
Bakusquad.
 Chapter 13

“PR wants us to go on a public double fucking date with the two idiots.” Izuku nodded
knowing exactly who the two idiots were. “And then some kind of fucking photo shoot. Like
mostly out of my hero gear so the public sees I guess I’m a real fucking person.” Izuku
nodded again, “And then the Spring Gala.”

“That last one is a big no, sugar plum.”

Katsuki groaned loudly in his ear, “I fucking know! I hate those but every media outlet and
the fucking good press will be there so that bitch does have a point.”

Izuku glared at the screen like it was the one suggesting the terrible idea. Not only him out in
public with his boyfriend—which was something else—but to add in a formal event... with
other heroes and even more press!

“My sweet beautiful boom boom boi,” He smiled when Katsuki snorted lightly on the
other end, “My answer is not only no but hell no.”

“Well, that’s too fucking bad, baby boy. If I have to fucking go to that hell hole then you’re
going with me.” Izuku already knew that he didn’t have a choice, but he could still whine and
complain the whole time.

It’s been four days since Todoroki was under house arrest. The city was going crazy... some
hated heroes, some didn’t know what to do and villains were on the rise. Both he and Katsuki
were working overtime into the late hours of the night.

If that wasn’t enough... Sero was nowhere to be found.

Katsuki and his squad went to all the places they thought Sero would be. Katsuki even called
his parents but nothing. All of it was just dead ends.

“We got a few days before it is our day off and then we have to go put on an image for the
public.” Katsuki scowled loudly, “Fucking stupid. If that idiot just did his job then none of
this would going on!”

Izuku hummed lightly, pushing the glasses back into place on his nose. “Anything about
Sero? I’m worried about him.”

Katsuki was quiet for a long time. He never liked to show his emotions unless behind closed
doors with him alone, but this was also his friend. “Kiri... he’s worried that he’s dead.”

Frowning, he stared down at the keys of his keyboard, fading in and out like the piece of
equipment was breathing. “I don’t think so. I’ve been asking around to other dispatchers. I...”
Izuku raised an eyebrow to the loud gasping echoing around the room. What in the world was
happening now?! If it was something big, he didn’t know if he had the patience at the
moment.
Izuku turned his head and his jaw hit the floor.

The man missing for days was standing by the elevator. He didn’t look dead... hell, he looked
good! Now the real question was... why was he here?

“Dollface, I’m going to take a break. I’ll be back.” Izuku hit the mute button and took off his
headset. Sero’s dark eyes didn’t leave him as he rose from his chair and made his way over to
the tape hero. “Sero...”

Sero shook his head slightly, “Can we go somewhere to talk?” Izuku nodded quickly and
waved his hand for the hero to follow him to the break room. He gently shut the door once
Sero entered the room, who let out a huge sigh, “I didn’t have anyone else... and Baku always
said you were any amazing listener.”

“So would you like me to listen or listen with advice?” He asked gently, leaning back
against the door. Not that he was trapping the hero in here but the break room didn’t have a
lock.

“A-Advice?” Sero choked out lightly. “I-I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know! Shot—”

Izuku shook his head, “What Frost Fire did has nothing to do with you.” Sero stared at him
with dark glossy eyes. There was so much heartbreak haunting in his two dark orbs. Izuku
was shocked he had the energy to move. “You need to understand that.”

Sero frowned, “They all probably hate me... I’m the killer’s boyfriend after all.” And that hit
the nail on the head. “I can’t even answer the phone.”

“Sero... they have been searching the city for you! Kachan has been making himself sick
with sleepless night because he and Kiri are out looking for you!” Izuku ran a hand through
his curls. “What can I do to get you to come back? It’s not the Bakusquad without you, Sero.”

The hero ran his hands over his tear streaked face.

He dug into his pants pocket, pulling out his phone. “How about I call them? I’m super good
at being the middle person! It’s like it’s my job!” He said cheerfully. A small bit of
accomplishment soared in his chest as Sero cracked a small smile at his really dumb joke.
Pulling up Katsuki’s number, he pressed call and put it to his ear.

“Jeez! You take a long enough fucking break, baby doll? I was starting to get lonely.”

Izuku rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh, poor little Zero. I would never leave my kitten on the
side of the road...” He fought—only to loose—the smirk coming to his lips. “No one else
would want a feral kitty kat like you.”

“You little cheeky shit.” Katsuki growled lowly in his ear, “I’m going to enjoy spanking
you later... since you can’t fucking behave.”

Oh. He did say that huh.

 “Well, Cellophane would probably be scarred for life so let’s save the kinky stuff for our
bed, kay?”

“Sero is with you?” He asked, hesitant but hopeful.

Izuku clicked his tongue, “In the flesh, right before my orbs of glory, sweet cheeks. Here’s
what you’re going to do. You will tell the others that he’s with me and tonight we can have
pizza at our place... he thinks you all hate him because of Frost Fire.

“Okay. I’ll let the other idiots know and grab pizza on the way home. We got a few hours
left of work.” Katsuki grumbled the last bit. “Thanks for having his back, babe.”

“He’s your friend—whether you admit it or not—and I will have their backs just like I
know you’d have Toshi’s if it came down to it!”

Katsuki groaned loudly, “Don’t fucking talk about him! I don’t want to hear anymore—”
Izuku hung up the phone.

Sero’s jaw hit the floor. Yeah, he just hung up on his boyfriend. “What? Oh! It’s a thing. He
gets a little too aggressive and I hang up then I get pouty puppy Kachan.” He smiled brightly,
“He’s so cute when he pouts.”

“You got that man wrapped around your finger, man... never thought I’d see the day where
the Great King Explosion Murder was whipped for a cute nerd with glasses.” Sero chuckled
wetly, wiping any leftover tears from his cheeks. “His words, not mine.”

The greenette just laughed, opening the door and heading back to his chest. The purple light
was flashing nonstop. Katsuki was a little upset. Izuku popped his headset into place and
flashed the tape hero a smile. “He who seeks the King of All Knowledge speak and be
recognized.”

“Deku...”

“Yes, baby kitten?” He cooed sweetly.

The explosive hero growled in his ear, “You don’t hang up on me.” Izuku glanced over the
three monitors in front of him, typing in a few things here and a few things there. Waiting.
“Izuku.” It didn’t take long for his boyfriend to crack from the silent treatment. “Baby cakes,
don’t be mad at me... I don’t fucking mind Sh... Shin...”

“You can do it, big guy.”

“Fucking Shinso. I don’t fucking mind him.”

“I know I just wanted to hear you say it. I like your friends and the least you can do is put
in a tiny pinch of salt effort to deal with my one and only friend.” As sad as it was to say it
out loud. Shinso was really his only friend. Between the moving and just being quirkless...
people treated him like a sickness. Sero slapped a hand down on his shoulder.
 “You are a part of the squad. Salute mi Familia.” Sero said in Spanish, lifting his fake cup
to cheers the air.

His boyfriend scuffed in his ear, “You got him quoting Fast and the Furious. He’ll be fucking
fine.” Izuku smiled softly and got back to work.

“Musutafu Dispatch, what is the nature of your emergency?”

A heavy sigh of relief came into his ear from the caller, “Thank god! I didn’t know who else
call!”

Izuku smiled brightly, “Well, I’m happy to help! Can you tell me what’s going on?”

The woman laughed a little, “Um... well uh my boyfriend wanted to bottom a-and I have this
quirk. It tentacles... but they react to uh my emotions, so I wanted to feel every inch of him.”
Izuku stared at the screen in just pure shock. “I-I—well...”

“Is it stuck?!” He blurted. Oh fuck! That was not supposed to leave his mouth—

“Yes!” She said in relief. “Yes, it’s stuck in his ass and he’s cum so much that it’s painful!”
The woman with on and on about how kinky they were. Magically, he was able to get her
name and address to send help... but only after a few more stories.

Izuku nodded, typing in all the information and dispatching medical... and... switching over
to his boyfriend, “Hey handsome! I got a uh man with a tentacle up his butt needing
assistance.”

Sero choked on his spit but slapped his hand over his mouth to hide his laughter. “Excuse the
fuck out of you, Deku.” Katsuki hissed.

“Medical is in route!” He sent the address to Katsuki’s GPS and switched back before he
could say anything else. “Alright, miss! Medical is on their way and Ground Zero is coming
to assist as well.”

“Babe! Ground Zero is coming!”

Yeah, he’s coming and not in a good way.

“I don’t think I’ve ever since Bakugo so in love,” Sero chuckled lightly, “Or maybe just
happy?” Izuku glanced over his shoulder to find the tape hero staring at his fridge. There
were so many pictures covering the top half of the fridge of them. Some loving, some goofy
and some just sweet as candy. “You really changed him... for the better.”

Izuku smiled and shook his head lightly, careful not to knock his glasses off his face. “I didn’t
change him. I just opened that big stone cold heart to love.”

“Still it’s amazing.”

The front door opened with a bang, pausing the conversation. “Sero!!” Kirishima, Denki and
Mina screamed together and rushed the dark haired man. Katsuki kicked the door shut and
toed off his boots with the pizza boxes in hand.

Sero and the rest of the group burst into tears and hugged each other like it was going to be
their last day together. “I’m s-sorry!”

“No, bro! We get it!” Kirishima countered.

“You didn’t know! You couldn’t have known!” Mina cried into his chest.

Denki choked out, “We thought you were dead, Hanta!! Dead!! Even Bakugo was worried
sick about you!” Katsuki may have scowled and rolled his eyes but the scarlet pools were
filled with relief. “Right, Bakugo!?”

“Shut the fuck up, Pikachu.” He grumbled as he walked across the room, dropping the
pizzas boxes on the table and pulling him against his chest. “You motherfucker.”

“How was the tentacle?”

Katsuki growled, nipping at his ear, “I’m going to shove my fist up your ass after I spank
you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.” He smiled up at him. The long workdays were
starting to show on his smooth skin. Izuku raised his scarred and gently traced over the dark
circles under his eyes. It wasn’t just his eyes. Katsuki was leaning on him for support. This
man was going to run himself into the ground if he didn’t get a good night sleep. “Tired?”

Katsuki blinked at him then glanced at the clock. It was only a little past eight and he knew
the hero was ready for bed. His eight PM sharp bedtime was almost nonexistent. “Nah...” Big
fat liar.

“Kachan, go to bed. I’ll hold down the fort.” He pressed his lips to Katsuki’s softly. “Go,
please?” He murmured against his lips. The word please seemed to work really well when the
blonde fought against him. “I’ll massage your arms when I came to bed too!”

“Fine...” Katsuki said quietly. “Don’t let them burn the place down.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” He beamed before nudging the hero towards the hallway. “Who’s
up for Mario Party!” Katsuki shut the bedroom door with a soft click, and he couldn’t help
the worry settling in his chest. “Oh, kitty kat.”

The rest of the night was spent with him sitting on the loveseat while the other took turns
from stuffing their faces to playing and yelling at the TV screen. He felt out of place but at
the same time didn’t. It was a very weird feeling.

Mina gushed to him about her boyfriend and how secretly sweet he was. In return he shared
stories of the memories they had together. Shinso was his saving grace. Even though that boy
went to UA without him, he still helped him through the tough times... he was the one that
told him not to jump after All Might told him he couldn’t be a hero.
 “So, Deku, how is everything after... ya know?” Kirishima asked as gently as anyone
could.

Izuku shrugged a shoulder and took off his glasses to give his eyes a break, “Kachan’s
running himself thin and I try to do as much as I can but it’s hard behind a screen.”

The redhead sighed and tugged his sleeping boyfriend closer to his chest, “I get it man and he
—he may not say it, Deku but he’s grateful for you and everything you do. We all are.”

“Yeah! You help out so much compared to the others!” Mina chriped sweetly. “Everyone
knows it! Baku has not only gotten better in the job but as a person, all thanks to you!

He nodded a little.

It was really time to step up his game.

After Kirishima dragged Sero back to his apartment with Denki in arms, Mina gave him a
quick hug and also said her goodbye, closing the door behind her.

He was alone.

Izuku let a heavy sigh escape his lips. He ran his thumb over the smooth plastic of his
glasses, ignoring the small twinges of pain from his joints. “How in the world can I make it
better?” Staring blurrily down the dark hallway to the sleeping blonde, nothing came to mind.

But like hell he was giving up.

 Chapter 14

Today just flat out sucked.

Okay, not really but it was one of those days where Katsuki was stuck in his office at War
Zone doing payroll, schedules, paperwork and meetings. Which meant he was left alone.
There were no heroes available for him, so he was a normal dispatcher today.

Thankfully, every call he took was something minor. The last thing anyone in Japan needed
right now was something crazy to happen. There were plenty of villains causing trouble out
there on the streets. Katsuki even asked him not to leave without him or someone else. Not in
the controlling way but in the ‘I love you, I don’t want you to get hurt’ way.

Izuku being quirkless didn’t help.

Sighing lightly, he tapped the screen of his phone only to find a text from his boyfriend.
Izuku may have rushed to see what it said.

Kachan<3: Hey sweetheart. I’m about to go into this fuckin stupid ass meeting and
won’t have my phone. Call the agency if you need something. I love you baby cakes

“Such a big softie, huh, kitty kat.” He whispered softly to himself.

Japan was eating up the Big Bad Ground Zero settling down. They went out to dinner last
night to the ramen shop they both adore. Katsuki didn’t hide who he was this time. No hat or
sunglasses, just the always present scowl on his lips but softer.

“Are you sure about this, Kachan?”

The blonde looked down at him as they walked hand and hand down the sidewalk. “Why the
fuck wouldn’t I be, nerd?”

Izuku forced the frown from tugging the corner of his lips down, “I’m... quirkless and you—”

“I’m what, Izuku.” He lifted his head at the sound of his name coming from his boyfriend’s
lips. The world disappeared around them as he began to drown in the red sea. Katsuki was a
lot closer than he thought, noses brushing slightly and his breath dancing over his lips.
Those... lips just a fraction away. “Do you think I’m embarrassed of you or do you think
you’re not worthy enough to stand beside me? Is this why you didn’t come to fucking bed last
night?”

Oops...

Izuku couldn’t even muster a sassy clap back to his boyfriend’s all serious demeanor. There
was an unsaid rule about going to bed after Katsuki found him passed out on the couch one
too many times and dragged him back to bed. Though it was a lot nicer on his aching joints
to have a heater on them.
 “K-Kachan...” He whispered.

“No. I’m dating you. I love you.” Katsuki warm hand pressed against his cheek, his thumb
lightly tugging his bottom lip from between Izuku’s teeth. He was not going to cry. Nope. Not
gonna. “I love you so much, Zuku. If anyone isn’t worthy, it’s me. You are pure sunshine.
Someone fucking nicer and better could be by your side, but you chose me.

“So, I’m going to show off my hot dispatcher boyfriend.” That was the only warning he
got. Katsuki closed the distance between them, pressing his lips roughly against his in a deep
passionate kiss. An arm wrapped around his waist, yanking him into Katsuki’s chest and...
this damn man dipped him back slightly, deepening the kiss.

Izuku gasped lightly against his lips. He couldn’t believe that he was not only being kissed on
the streets by the number one hero but somedays it still shocked him that Katsuki was in love
with him. Izuku wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and moving his
lips against his eagerly.

“I only love you—”

“Deku!”

Izuku let out a yelp as he jumped from his thoughts and spun around in his chair. Sara stood
there, arms crossed over her chest, watching him with an amused expression. “Yes, ma’am!
I’m here!” He blurted out.

“I see that.” She smiled, “The phone is ringing.” Oh, fucking shit. Izuku spun back around
and shook out his fingers before pressing the answer button on the left of his keyboard.

“Musutafu Dispatch, what is the nature of your emergency?” His eyes glanced over the
number and a smile instantly grew on his lips.

“Deku! Deku!”

Izuku laughed lightly, “Hello Kota, what homework do you have for me today?” It was funny
that he even had homework, but it gave the boy something to do. Didn’t help him stop calling
119 though. Muting his mic, he looked over at Shinso, “I have Kota on the line, will you take
over for a few?” Thankfully, it was slow so talking to the boy a little didn’t hurt. Shinso gave
him a thumbs up.

“No homework, stupid Deku.” He huffed, “Geez. I’m making mac and cheese!” Oh, right.
He should already know. Izuku propped his chin in his hand, getting ready for the cooking
lesson he was going to have to give.

“And you called 119 for what reason again?” He teased.

Kota sighed a little, “Auntie’s out... being a hero and I’m stuck here.” Alone. Izuku added
mentally.

Kota would never say it out loud but that five year old was left alone too often for his liking.
Izuku’s even spoken with Kota’s aunt, and she reassured him that the neighbor comes over
every hour to check on him.

But ever since his parents died, Kota refuses to leave the house... or trust anyone. His aunt
was so surprised—and thankful—that Kota would call him and ask for help because he rarely
did it with her. Izuku quickly began Kota’s person without even meeting. Now this was
completely against the rules and abuse of 119 but Izuku pleaded with his boss to let Kota call.
Sara—being the amazing boss she is—said yes as long as someone was there to cover him
and it wasn’t too long of a call.

“Why are you cooking, Kota? I thought Auntie had meals already ready for you.” God, his
fingers from his left hand twitched painfully towards his keyboard. Would he have to send
the police and heroes to his boy’s home and take him?

That would hurt Kota so bad.

That earned him a scuff, “Auntie’s busy playing hero with the other idiot heroes! Frost Fire
was a big idiot.” He ain’t wrong. “And... I ran out of bento boxes! Anyways dumb Deku! I
was calling cause I don’t know how much butter!” Izuku stared at the screen with dread
aching in his bones. Ran out...? How long was she gone? “How much butter Deku!” The boy
demanded.

Izuku quickly shook his head, “Kota, where’s the neighbor?” His fingers hoovered over the
keys, waiting and ready to send anyone and everyone.

“I don’t know! Ow! Stupid bubbling water!” The boy whined a little, “I’m really hungry
Deku! I wanna know the butter!”

“Two small squares, bud!” He forced out cheerfully. “Hey Kota, how long has your Auntie
been away?”

Keep everything calm.

Kota hummed a little in his ear, “Umm, I donna know. Auntie was supposed to be gone five
days but I ate the last bento box two days ago.” Two. Days. Two days?!

Izuku frowned at the screen, “Stir in the cheese, okay?” He switched over to an empty line
and dialed the aunt’s number. Please answer so I don’t have to worry. Please tell me he’s
wrong. The call went straight to voicemail. “Sara, I’m going to keep Kota on the line. He
says the Aunt was supposed to be gone for only five days but he ran out of bentos two days
ago.”

“Okay. I will make sure calls are routed to others.” Sara responded by tapping on her
tablet.

“Kota?” He asked, switching back. “Has anyone else been around? Auntie’s friends?”
Izuku suggested.

“Nope!” He said with a pop of the ‘p’, “Everyone is suuuuper busy! I told you, Deku.
Geez! I thought you were some super cool smarty pants.”
 “I am. I’m just worried about you.”

The boy huffed, annoyed, “Stupid dumb Deku. I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself! I’m
five! That’s a whole hand, Deku!” Izuku smiled a little, “Big boys can be alone.”

Izuku nodded along as the boy went on and on about how big of a kid he is. He swore he
could take down Ground Zero. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! With one punch!” Kota giggled, “Deku! What’s your quirk?”

“It’s super top secret... you can’t tell anyone.” He whispered teasingly into the phone. “I’m
so awesome that I don’t have one.”

Kota went silent for a long time. “You don’t have one? You don’t have a quirk?” Here it
comes. The hat— “That’s so fucking awesome!”

“Language!” Izuku scold, trying to hide his laugh, “I think it’s pretty neat.” Way to lie out
your ass, Izuku.

“THAT’S SO AWESOME!” If he hadn’t had his hand on his chin, his jaw would have hit
the desk. “You are like one of those rare Pokémon!” Kota told him everything about the
Pokémon game he was playing. This kid was one smart cookie.

Izuku watched the minutes tick by into the two hour mark. Sara constantly checked on him
every twenty minutes but he still was unable to reach the aunt. Kota ate his lunch and was
now telling him stories as he played on his Switch.

“Some weirdo has been in the neighborhood, so Auntie said stay inside.”

Icy ran through his veins, freezing his entire body. “K-Kota... what guy?” Before he could tell
his body to stop, he was on his feet. “Kota.”

“It was just some weird guy! Don’t know dumb Deku. He wore a black hoodie!” Kota
grumbled loudly. “I just want help—”

“Can you look outside and see if he’s there?”

“I guess.” Kota set the phone down. Izuku pressed the headset into his ear and closed his
eyes, focusing on hearing his footsteps. “...ku...” Little stomps rushed back to him. Kota
whined, putting it back to his ear, “D-Deku! The weirdo is outside!”

Izuku shoved his Bluetooth headset in his ear and transferred the call to his personal phone.
“Are the doors locked?” He asked urgently.

“Deku?!” Sara shouted after him, but his legs were already taking him to the stairwell.
Kota had to be fine. He was fine. Nothing was happening and Izuku was probably
overacting... but something was banging against his skull telling him otherwise.

He said breathlessly as his legs pumped as quickly as they could go. Once he pushed the
stairwell door open on the bottom floor, he bolted onto the streets. “S-Sorry!” He shouted
nicely at the woman he ran into. She tried to say something, but he was long gone.

Izuku never felt—scratch that. He felt this scared one other time and it was when Katsuki was
falling to his death after he exploded the building above him. “Kota! Check the doors!”

“Okay! Okay, Deku!” He could hear Kota walking throughout the house. “Front... D-
Deku?”

“Kota? What’s going o-on!” Shit! Why wasn’t he blessed with a damn quirk!? Izuku
ignored the burning in his lungs and legs as he pushed forward. People were shouting at him,
telling him to slow down but there was no time to slow down. He couldn’t even call his
boyfriend!

Izuku refused to leave Kota alone.

“The... the door is moving.”

“Moving? W-What do you... mean?!” Faster Izuku! Get to him! You gotta fucking get to
him!

Kota lived in the nicer part of district one. It was more of a suburb type with families or
retired heroes as such. A twenty minute drive from the office but like a hell of a long run.

“T-The handle! It’s moving!”

Izuku’s eyes grew wide, “Kota, baby, you need to go out the back door and run. Just start
running! Quietly! Don’t let them know you left!”

“D-Deku...”

“I’m right here! I will find you, just go!” If he could get to Kota then he could get to War
Zone no problem. “Go through the back fence and to the right! Not to the neighbors! The
other way!” He could vaguely hear Kota running through the house over his panting as he
ran. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going at this point. If he stopped... he
wouldn’t get to Kota.

Running. He was running into danger. No quirk. No weapon. No backup. Nothing.

You can’t be a hero without a quirk!

All Might’s stupid laugh echoed through his head. Izuku shook his head, pushing forward.

Quirks are just tools.

Aizawa didn’t have a super cool quirk that made him faster or stronger. He trained. He
became faster and stronger through hard work.

Who gives a fuck if your quirkless? It doesn’t change shit.

Katsuki didn’t see him as a weak, worthless burden.

 “DEKU!”

Izuku jerked his head to the right, knocking his glasses crooked and found a little boy
running with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Kota!” Hanging up the phone, he barely
managed to skid to a stop and scoop up the boy into his arms. “I got you, buddy. I got you.”
Kota forced his face into the crook of his neck, trembling.

“HEY! YOU!”

The greenette stiffened, “Kota, hang on and don’t look up.” Izuku swiftly turned on his heels
and bolted back down the street. Tapping his headset, he turned on the assist button, “Call
Toshi!”

Ring... Riiiiinng...

“Where the hell did you go!?”

“I need someone! Anyone! S-Someone was trying to get to Kota! I’m on 28th Street
heading north! Get me a damn hero!”

“The fuck!?” Shinso blurted, “I...” He could hear the heavy typing from Shinso’s quick
fingers slamming on the keys. “Deku! I do—There isn’t anyone!”

“WHAT?!” Kota whimpered against him, “Sorry, sorry!” The heavy stomps were getting
closer and closer to him by the second and his body was to the point of exhaustion.

Shinso swore under his breath, “I’m going to pull the alarm. That should buy you some
time.”

“Hitoshi!”

“I’ll take the blame! I have nothing else!”

“The Commission will have your head on a silver platter!”

Shinso groaned loudly, “Then you better put in a good word for me, Golden Boy. I’m about to
risk it all—”

“Wait! Put me through to my dad and War Zone. Same line!” He was not going to let that
tired idiot risk his career! “Hitoshi! Don’t you dare!”

It was too late... the alarm bells rang through the streets causing a city wide panic. Citizens
were screaming and running out of buildings, filling the streets. Izuku gripped onto the
trembling boy’s body as he weaved in and out. It was like a game of pin ball... him being the
ball.

War Zone was two blocks away. All he had to do was make it—

"Give me the fucking brat!”

 Chapter 15
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

A loud blaring siren rang through, vibrating the glass of every window. Katsuki bolted up
from his chair, knocking it to the ground as he searched the area.

“Ground Zero! What’s going on?!”

The hero stared outside at the clear blue sky. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the weather
was clear for the next week while Spring made its way into Japan. “It’s most likely a false
alarm.” Lifting his finger, he tapped his comms on and winced from the shouting entering his
eardrums.

“GROUND ZERO! ZERO! ANSWER THE FUCKING COMMS!”

Katsuki furrowed his brows, “What the fuck is going on? Why are the sirens going off?!” He
demanded.

Shinso sucked in a gulp of air. “Izuku! Izuku needs you! A hero! Someone!” Katsuki glanced
around the room swiftly. Motioning the commissioner and his people to sit, he stormed from
the room.

“Transfer me to Deku.” He growled.

Within thirty seconds he was met with the sound of rushing winds and heavy pants. “K-
Kachan! Kachan! I need you! I need you to come save me!” Izuku begged, voice thick with
tears he was holding in.

“Location Deku.”

“19th!” Pause. “18th!” Fuck! He’s moving! The agency was on 7th ave... that was too far!
“GIVE ME THE BRAT!” Who—

“Who the fuck is that?!”

Izuku yelped, “I-I don’t know! He was outside Kota’s house a-and I went!” Katsuki tapped
into the surrounding hero’s comms.

“I need everyone that is available to make their way to main street! One hero at each street
starting from 15th to 6th! Now! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” He went back to Izuku who was
still rambling off what he saw and what had happened. He was going to spank that idiot so
hard but now wasn’t the time. “Izuku. Listen to me for the first time ever in your damn life.
Do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes!”
Katsuki flicked his wrists and opened and closed his fists, creating sweat. “I want you to duck
into the nearest alley. Don’t look back, don’t fucking stop.” Beeping pulled him away from
Izuku and into the hero’s comms. “What.”

“There are only enough heroes for three blocks! Everyone else is busy with the fire and the
citizens.”

The blonde narrowed his eyes at the busy streets. “Shinso. I need the Pros from UA now. Tell
them that Dispatcher Deku is being chased by a villain and he has a kid with him. Do. It.
Now.”

“On it.” Shinso answered swiftly.

The problem was he had to keep Izuku moving with an unknown villain on his ass plus keep
the idiots on the streets safe. If he went into the sky, he could lose them. If he stayed on the
ground, he could be too late.

Raising his hand into the air, he pulled the ring on his gauntlet. A huge explosion sounded
through the streets. The few buildings next to him groaned slightly in protest but everyone
stood still.

“LISTEN UP! GO BACK TO YOUR HOMES AND STAY THERE! FIND THE
NEAREST SHELTER! NOW!” He shouted. The citizens stared at him with comically wide
eyes before running into the nearest buildings. “Baby, is he still after you?” Silence. “Deku?!
Izuku! Fucking answer me!”

“I know you’re here... Just give me the stupid fucking brat and I won’t hurt you.” A deep
rough voice came through. “Come out. Come out wherever you are...”

Katsuki gritted his teeth, grinding them harshly together. Now he really can’t hunt down
Izuku, if he did, he could cause problems. He listened to the villain’s taunting back and forth.
Sometimes he was loud, close by and the next quiet, further away.

Izuku was hiding.

“Eraserhead, please fucking tell me you are in the area.”

The familiar tired sigh entered his ear, “I’m off duty on Tuesday mornings but yes, I got on
when the sirens went off.”

“Deku is somewhere between 15th and 6th hiding. The villain is right on top of him.”
Katsuki was about to beg. Eraserhead was the best underground hero Japan had never seen.
He was the perfect one to save Izuku without getting noticed.

“Stay where you are.”Aizawa ordered. Katsuki’s feet stayed planted to the ground like
Aizawa was still his teacher. The comms went quiet before he switched back Izuku’s phone,
waiting... listening to the never ending taunts. This could be one of the worst moments of his
life. Izuku in danger and him a sitting duck.
There were loud footsteps and a bunch of rustling before a blood curdling scream not only
pierced his eardrum but also the area near him. Katsuki’s feet pulled him forward, pushing
himself as fast as he could without flying through the air.

“Izuku! It’s me. Eraserhead.”

Skidding to a stop, he saw Izuku cradling a small black haired boy to his chest. Katsuki
couldn’t tell who was trembling more, Izuku or the boy. “Sweetheart...” He said gently, “It’s
me.” Izuku looked up a little bit, peeking over his shoulder. It was still so weird to see Izuku
without his glasses but that’s also why nothing was getting through to him. The nerd was
pretty blind without them. “Hey, you. Aizawa is going to go call medical while I take you to
the agency.”

“N-No basement... p-please? I-I don’t want to go b-back there...” Katsuki cocked his head
to the side. Basement? Where did Izuku think he was? “I want K-Kachan...”

Katsuki popped off the smallest explosion just to wash away any doubt from the nerd’s mind.
Izuku’s green eyes flickered with relief. Aizawa went to help him up but Izuku flinched away,
forcing his tired legs to move. It took a few tries, but Izuku got up on shaky legs, stumbling
over to him. “Hey... I got you.” Bending down, he scooped up the nerd bride style into his
arms and held him close to his chest. Kota was knocked out, nose buried in Izuku’s neck...
and it wasn’t long before the nerd joined him.

“Where the fuck is the villain?!”

Aizawa turned to him, dark eyes black as night. “Long gone.”

The heroes searched every alley, building and nearby area to come up empty handed. It was
tough since no one saw the villain and well... the one person that did was knocked out cold
from shock and exhaustion.

“Don’t separate them.” He warned the paramedic. Laying Izuku’s body on the stretcher,
Izuku curled himself mindlessly over the boy’s body, protecting him. “Aizawa. Who is this
kid?”

“Izumi Kota. Don’t call him Izumi, he hates it.” Aizawa grunted slightly, “His parents died
a few years ago in the line of duty so he’s been staying with his aunt.”

Katsuki frowned, folding his arms over his chest, “Where the fuck is the aunt?”

Aizawa sighed softly, “Missing. The neighbor was found dead. It seems like the villain
wanted to make sure Kota was alone but didn’t know about Izuku.”

“Does that mean...?”

“Most likely. Mandalay wouldn’t leave him alone like that. Yes, he’s left alone but for
reasons out of her control.” The underground hero turned his head to him. “Be patient and
listen, Bakugo.”
Katsuki jerked his chin down and climbed into the ambulance with his boyfriend. “Let’s go.”
He needed a doctor to double check and make sure they were both fine. One for Izuku. Two
for his own peace of mind and three for the angry Dragon coming his way.

And that angry Dragon didn’t take long to show up at the hospital.

The doctor barely finished the exam on the sleeping boys when he came rushing through the
door, “Where’s my son!” He demanded, smoking lacing each word.

“He’s okay.” Katsuki promised, “He’s just exhausted from running who the fuck knows
that long.”

Dark Jade eyes narrowed at him. “Where the fuck were you?! You were supposed to be
protecting him! You claim to be the fucking best hero!” He sneered as he stalked over to the
explosive hero. “You failed that one fucking job! You let him get hurt because you weren’t
there!”

Katsuki didn’t have words.

Dragon was completely right... but at the same time, today was supposed to be a simple day.
Izuku sitting on his computer. Katsuki at his desk or in meetings. How the fuck did it turn to
shit so quickly.

“Where. Were. You.” The older hero demanded and grabbed the front of his shirt, jerking
him forward. “I’ll take his ass back to America so fast Katsuki Bakugo, you don’t know what
way your ass is. You’ll shit fucking sideways.”

“Get your hand off my son.”

If today couldn’t get any worse... it just did.

Mitsuki stood in the door with her arms crossed over her purple sweater. The pissed of
mother bear expression was clearly presented on her face. There was no doubt the concern in
her eyes but the raging flames behind them. Dragon turned his head, peering over his
shoulder and slowly let his hand drop from his shirt.

“I’m assuming you are Mrs. Bakugo.” Dragon said politely. Like he wasn’t just threatening
him about shitting sideways. Jesus this guy. Izuku and him were night and day.

The woman tilted her head slightly, “And I’m assuming you’re a piece of shit threatening my
son.”

Dragon sighed, “My son—”

“I don’t care! You don’t threaten someone without cause!” Mitsuki stomped over to him
and stabbed her pointer finger into his chest. “Touch my son again and you’ll see what
happens.” She shot him one last death glare before side stepping Dragon and straight to
Katsuki. “Hi baby.”
Mitsuki and him were like the same in every way. Both of them were rough around the edges,
always angry, shit at emotions but she also knew when he was struggling... without him
knowing himself. Katsuki inhaled a shaky breath. All the emotions from the last hour rose to
the surface like a blast to the face.

“M-Mom—” The word barely managed to escape his lips before a small sob broke through
right behind it. Mitsuki tugged him down, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The
woman was barely 5’8” but still able to hug him even if he was over six foot.

He almost lost the love of his life.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned against his mother. He relished in the familiar scent of his
childhood. Katsuki could take a small minute to himself and let out the boiling emotions
inside him. Izuku could have been hurt or worse killed.

His heart clenched tightly at the thought.

“I was in meetings all day... he was supposed to be at his computer.” He frowned against
the soft fabric of her sweater. “I told him to call the agency... I fucking told him to call.”

“From what I heard, he couldn’t.” Mitsuki whispered, running her sharp nails lightly over
his scalp. “He was running while on the phone until he got to the boy. Minnie, the
commissioner from the States gave an announcement.”

Katsuki scowled lightly, “Ours can’t do jack. The meeting ran long cause he has his head in
his ass.”Dragon sat in the corner of the room, watching his son sleep, silently. Mitsuki left a
few hours later once she knew that none of the heroes in the room were going to kill each
other. The hag even invited the asshole over for dinner in two days.

The blonde had himself planted in the hard plastic chair next to the bed. Sweat. He couldn’t
stop fucking sweating! The worry was overpowering all his nerves. To be honest, his nerves
were shot.

But something else was weighing heavily on his mind. “Dragon... was Zu locked in
basement?”

The elder hero grunted, shifting in the chair, “He needs to tell you those nightmares,
Katsuki.”

“That scars are related.” He said.

“Yes.”

Kota lifted his head a little, peeking at him from the space his nose was currently buried in.
Katsuki leaned forward slowly; his arms draped over his knees. “Hey kid.” The tiny arms
tightened around Izuku’s neck, trembling. “I’m Ground Zero. I promise no one will take
Izuku from you.”

“W-Weirdo gone?” Kota whispered so softly he almost didn’t catch it.

Katsuki ran his tongue over his teeth, “He was gone when we found you and Zu but I have
police and heroes searching the streets for him.” Kota whimpered and buried his face back
into Izuku’s collar bone.

It’s going to be a long night.

Morning...

Katsuki was getting worried when the clock stroked noon and Izuku was still sleeping off his
exhaustion.

Izuku didn’t wake up until the late afternoon. Kota barely left his side unless to use the
bathroom which Katsuki had a fun ass time getting him to do that. The second Izuku showed
signs of life, Dragon was on the other side of the bed with a pair of glasses in hand.

“Hey sport.” Dragon whispered softly. “You’re in the hospital.” Izuku’s eyes fluttered open
a bit before closing and opening fully. “You saved Kota.”

“Kota?” Izuku whispered.

The little boy couldn’t hold back anymore. He threw himself on Izuku’ chest, sobbing. Izuku
instantly wrapped his arms around the small shaking frame. “I got you.” He whispered over
and over again. A true example of Izuku’s selflessness. “D-Dad? Kachan?”

“I’m here, babe.”

“W-Was the...?”

Dragon sighed, “Not yet. We were hoping you saw what he looked like.”

“I-I... didn’t.” Izuku frowned, rubbing his nose through the dark locks of hair, “Kota was
running... the guy in all black.”

Katsuki looked up as the door slowly opened. The underground hero waved for him to come
here, dark eyes full of seriousness. “Zuku, I’ll be right outside.” Fuck this. He didn’t want to
leave but fucking fucks. It was his stupid job! Crossing the room, he slipped out and closed
the door behind him. “What.”

A woman in a dark suit held a folder in her hands and a few officers stood behind her. “Good
afternoon, Ground Zero.”

“Social worker.” That only meant one thing.

The woman smiled tightly, “Yes. Unfortunately, Kota’s guardians were... found dead in the
forest behind the home. We are trying to find a good home for Kota since he’s in danger and
well, trust doesn’t come easy to him.”

Aizawa cleared his throat lightly, “From my understanding when speaking to other
dispatchers and Deku’s boss. Kota and him have a special bond.”
 “Are you suggesting we take the kid in?!” He hissed, “I’m a hero! He's my dispatcher! We
—”

She shook her head, “We know that and Midoriya’s boss did clear him to bring Kota in as
long as he wears headphones and listens. Kota can listen... to the right person.”

The blonde sighed, “That person is Deku. Great.” Not that he didn’t want Kota to come home
with them but he was worried as fuck that Izuku would even get more attached... and then the
kid would be ripped away from him. “Here's the damn deal, if Kota needs to a permeant
home. It’s ours. Izuku already loves that monster and if you think I’m fucking scary, you
hhaven't seenhim.”

The Social Worker nodded quickly. “Of course. We want what’s best for Kota.”

Katsuki opened the door to the apartment, “This is it.” Kota peeked from between Izuku's
legs, glancing around the apartment with cautious eyes. “Aizawa and Present Mic is coming
with your thing in a few hours but it's fair game otherwise.”

The greenette whipped his head to look at him. Yeah. He didn't tell the nerd shit. Why? He
clearly got the answer since the two were inseparable from the start. “Kachan?”

“I get to live with you, Deku!?” Kota escaped through his legs and ran straight to the
couch. “Deku! Deku! Is Zero right?!”

Izuku forced a bright smile on his lips, “Yup, Kota. You'll be staying with us.” A hand
wrapped around his wrist, yanking him—slowly—to the kitchen. “Katsuki! What's going
on?!” He whisper shouted.

“He's got nobody, sweetheart and I knew you would take him instantly. There was no
reason for the middle part. Kota is our foster son.” Izuku opened his mouth but he pressed his
finger to his plush lips. “I don't care. He’s kinda cute to be honest. He fucking loves you...
and with the villain still out there, this is the safest place for him.” His fingers moved to grip
his chin, squishing his cheeks in his fingers. “If you ever not call me for help, I will hunt your
pretty little ass down myself.

“Got it, baby cakes?”

The pretty emerald eyes shined brightly under the tears pooling around them. “Osha
Wachan.” He mumbled through his squished cheeks.

For the first time since Izuku woke up, he pulled the shorter man into his chest. “Don’t
fucking scare me like that again.” Izuku nodded a little against his chest. “Thought I was
going to fucking lose you, baby. I can’t fucking live without you.”

Izuku pulled back and gave him the brightest smile. “Well, duh! You'd be out of the job
without me, kitty kat!”
 “Fuck, I love you.” Katsuki pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His heart thumped loud enough
in his chest that he knew Izuku could clearly hear it.

“EW! YOU GUYS ARE GROSS!”

Katsuki huffed into the other’s mouth and pulled away. The greenette giggled, laying his ear
right over his pounding heart. “I'm about to be cock blocked by a five year old.”

Chapter End Notes

Awww! I love baby Kota!

 Chapter 16

“C’mon baby cakes.”

Izuku stuck out his lower lip in a cute pout. “But I don’t wanna!” The blonde glanced down
at him before opening the door to War Zone. “You can’t make me.”

Katsuki snorted loudly, “It’s just couple of pictures, baby then we can go pick up some new
stuff for the kid.” The kid that has cock blocked him so many times in the three days he’s
been here. The only reason Kota isn’t with them was all thanks to Aizawa.

Izuku had to promise to get him a new Pokémon game and a plushie in order to leave the
apartment, but these couldn’t be pushed any further. The photoshoot was pushed out a day.
His PR was livid, but he explained that Izuku was in no condition to smile for a camera.

Izuku had nightmares.

Kota had nightmares.

He swore that Kota barely closed his eyes, and he was screaming again. Finally, Katsuki had
enough and just brought the monster into their bed, squishing the boy between them. Izuku
seemed to even calm down after that too. Another issue he had was Izuku flat out dodging his
questions.

There were so many times he asked the nerd how he was doing, and the little shit lied to his
face. Someone deeper happened that day in the alley, and it started with the word basement.
Izuku seemed okay until sunset. Once the moon was high in the sky, he got a little quieter.
Double checked locks. Doing a thorough walk through of the apartment.

But once the sun was up, Izuku was back to his sassy self.

Kota on the other hand barely went near him. The dark eyes watched him closely with a
small amount of fear in them. It took a whole day for him to come ask him for something.
Izuku worked with him every step of the way. Telling him how amazing he was or how good
his cooking is.

“Z-Zero...?”

Katsuki looked down at the five year old tugging on his grey sweatpants. “What’s up, kid?”
Kota opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish a few times. “Did you want
something?” In that moment, he was in front of the stove making lunch. Just a simple curry
with rice but Izuku needed to fill his stomach to help heal his sore muscles.

The first day Izuku spent as much time as he could in the tub. Kota played on his switch right
outside the door only six feet away so he could still talk to Izuku.
 “I...” Kota whispered before looking away shyly. From what he heard this boy was a
firecracker. So full of spunk that he called Izuku ‘Dumb Deku’ most of the time. Katsuki’s
spine stiffened as tears began to pool in Kota’s dark eyes. Setting the spoon on the counter, he
squatted down to his level.

“I may not be as cool as Deku or as soft.” Katsuki whispered softly, trying not to startle
him. “But if you can trust Deku, you can trust me. Not cause I’m the number one hero but
cause Deku means the damn world to me and if he loves you then I love you. If you trust
him... you can trust me.”

Kota wrapped his fingers around the hem of his Ground Zero t-shirt Izuku got the munchkin,
“I’m... I’m hungry.” Katsuki cracked a smile and reached up ruffling his dark hair.

“Yeah and you can’t trust Deku for that.”

Izuku wrapped his arms around his waist, snuggling into his side as they walked. “This place
is nice, Kachan!”

“Hah!? You think I’d have a shitty agency!?” He growled.

“No! No! I... It’s just so you.” Izuku sighed happily. “It’s refreshing! I’ve never been in an
agency before! This is so cool!” Katsuki looked down at his boyfriend to find him beaming
like a kid in the candy store.

Then it hit him.

This was Izuku’s dream since he was a kid. The dream of being a hero with a super cool
quirk and probably an agency of his own.

Katsuki swallowed thickly, pushing down his sudden burst of emotions. Upon entering his
office, he found a huge camera crew setting up, lights and a clothing rack full of different
outfits.

We’re going to be here for fuckin’ ever.

“Good morning, GZ!” Allie smiled flakily. Fuck, he hated her with a passion. “We need to
get started to get these out by tonight!” Izuku gripped onto his waist tightly with a scarred
hand. “First, I want just a simple hero/dispatcher run. After that we will move into a formal
and casual.”

Katsuki grunted, taking the nerd with him to the black curtain hanging in the corner. “Well,
nerd. I’m gonna get changed into my shit then we’ll go out there and say fucking shit.”

“It’s cheese, cupcake.”

“It’s called kill me now.”

Izuku rolled his pretty little eyes and jerked him forward with the loops of his pants. “Get
changed hero... maybe later you can show me around.” Scarred hands popped the button on
his jeans and slowly pulling down the zipper. “I know Kota’s been giving you blue balls.”
Izuku whispered in his ear. The jeans were pushed down his legs, Izuku squatting in front of
him. “Thank you... for taking him in.”

“I think you would have killed me if I didn’t.” Katsuki smiled lightly, “But I also know
that you love that monster, it’s who you are.”

Emerald eyes rolled behind the glass lens. “Whatever floats your boat, sugar plum. You
would have been dead before you had a chance to even think the word no.” There was his
sassy man he loved. It’s been fucking weird without the pure sassy leaving those fat lips.

Once his shoes were off, the pants followed and Izuku—of course—took the liberty of taking
off his shirt. “So instead of undressing me with your eyes, you undressed me?”

The shorter man huffed loudly, running a hand through his curls. “Listen up, buttercup. I’m
allowed to get you naked when and where I want to. It’s the rules.”

Fucking hell. I need to put a ring on that finger. Now.

Katsuki moved slowly, flexing his muscles and making sure to stretch as the emerald eyes
watched every move he made. Starting with his pants, he gave the nerd a show. “Hey baby
cakes?” Izuku hummed, eyes lifting from his pecks. “You got a little drool on your chin.”

Izuku squeaked loudly, “No I don’t!” He stomped out of the curtain, but he didn’t miss the
back of Izuku’s hand running along the corner of his mouth. Ha.

The blonde slid his arm bands into place and slipped on his boots before stepping out from
the curtain. “Let’s get this fucking shit on the roll.”

A lot of the stupid pictures were of him posing like a hero and Izuku placed at his desk.
Those ones pissed him off but what really pissed him off was when his PR tried to take his
glasses away and put make up over his freckles.

“Don’t you fucking touch a hair on his fucking head. That’s my nerd and if you fuck that up.
You will be looking for a new job, bitch.” The woman sneered at him, shooing the make up
artist away. The shoot finally got better when they were doing the formal part. Izuku in a tux
was fucking sexy. Those thighs, that ass.

Fuck him.

These poses were a lot closer and more intimate. A few staring into each other's eyes. A few
almost kisses. A little slow dance but Izuku really came to life when they dressed in street
clothes. The best part was when Katsuki stole his glasses, slipping them over his eyes with a
damn grin on his lips. Izuku beamed up at him before closing the distance, pressing a hot kiss
to his lips.

The camera clicked wildly behind them.

“I want fucking copies.” He demanded and pulled the nerd with him from the room.
“Fucking bitch.” Izuku plucked the frames from his face. “Hey! I need those!”
Izuku slipped on his glasses, “If you need them, then I have a quirk, sugar tits.” He
deadpanned. “You look cute in them though.”

Nope. His heart wasn’t going to explode with love. No. No. It. Was. Not.

Katsuki... may have given Izuku a tour of War Zone and may have fucked him in one of the
empty sleeping quarters. Just maybe.

Nah, he wrecked that ass hardcore.

“You bought so much shit, Izuku.”

Izuku laughed and pushed open the door, “Kota! We’re back!” Katsuki finally got used to the
sound of small feet running through the apartment. A flash of dark hair appeared right before
jumping into Izuku’s not so waiting arms. “Hey buddy! Did you have some fun while we
were gone?”

Kota didn’t say anything. He nodded, burying his nose in the crook of Izuku’s neck. “Hey
squirt. I hope you gave the hobo hell.” That earned him a hard back hand from his boyfriend.
“Ow! You hurt me!”

“Don’t even start, kitty kat.” Izuku scolded as he walked to the living room with the boy.
Aizawa sighed tiredly shaking his head.

“At least someone has a hold over you.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, scowling. “Katsuki, he
knows why he’s here.” His hands grew cold under the strain of the bags. “He said it after you
left, he knows his aunt is gone just like his parents.”

Katsuki frowned, looking over to the couch to see Izuku snuggling the monster tightly. “Do
you think the villain after him was the one that killed his parents?”

The underground hero sighed again. “It’s logically and really the only lead we have.”

“And this villain is?”

“A man with a Muscle Augmentation. He can cover his body in muscle fibers.” That’s
what he feared. Some strong ass quirk that could take Izuku and Kota out in one hit. “I’d put
Kirishima on protection duty, I’d say you, but you are Mr. Number One.”

Katsuki nodded thoughtfully. “Got it. I’ll work out a plan before we go back to work.”

“If you need, Kota can come to UA with me. Nedzu is improving the security system as
we speak. He talked about Izuku a lot.” That didn’t surprise him one bit. Kota was obsessed
with Izuku. Izuku could barely piss without Kota following him in. “He also talked about
you. Not much but it’s progress.” Aizawa turned, opening the door with the twist of the
doorknob. “A boyfriend and you took in a foster kid without a second thought. You have
grown so much, Katsuki. I’m proud to call you one of my students.”

The blonde watched the door close behind the hero. What the fuck.
 “Kachan?”

Tonight was just full of surprises.

The blonde set the bags on the ground and crossed the room, “What’s up, squirt?” Kota was
the one that said Kachan. Kota was the one that called for him.

“Can we watch a m-movie?” Kota asked quietly from Izuku’s collar bone. It was cute how
much he was attached to Izuku and how much Izuku loved the little boy.

“What we watching?”

At some point, he had Izuku laying his back against his chest with Kota laying on Izuku’s
chest. It was a picture perfect family, like the ones he got when buying a new picture frame.
How the fuck did he get here? How the flying fuck did Izuku pick him to be with?

Katsuki was nothing but an arrogant asshole with an explosive attitude.

Izuku was nothing but sunshine that tastes like cotton candy.

“You thinking, big guy?”

Katsuki looked down at the two boys in his lap. Kota was passed out cold with a drool spot
the side of an orange on Izuku’s purple shirt. Gross but cute. Izuku had his head craned back
to stare up at him with the most beautiful smile.

Tears... fucking tears pricked his eyes painfully. “How the f-fuck did I get so damn lucky?”
Katsuki couldn’t hide the cracking in his voice.

“You’re worthy of love, Katsuki.” Izuku said in the softest voice, “I’m so happy to be the
one to give you that love you deserve.” Biting the inside of his cheek hard and he buried his
face into the mess of green curls. “Kachan?” Izuku asked, worriedly. He shook his head a
little. Tears were already slipping from the corner of his eyes and trailing into the curls. “I’ll
let you have your moment, kitty kat. As long as you’re okay.”

He was okay... better than okay.

Izuku was so fucking perfect.

Kota was the kid he never thought he wanted.

And he was going to need to get a hold of Shitty Hair cause he’s going ring shopping.
 Chapter 17
Chapter Notes

There's some dick in your face smut towards the end!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Izuku smiled brightly at the boy. He tugged down on his jacket that had ridden up from
putting on his backpack and ran his fingers over the straps. “You are going to be amazing
today, I just know it.”

“Why can’t I go with you!?” Kota demanded, stomping his foot to the sidewalk. “Stupid
Deku! I wanna go with you!”

Izuku just smiled. Kota was a lot like Katsuki, just a little less angry but way more stubborn.
“Because you came to work with me yesterday and complained the whole time how boring it
was.”

Kota scuffed loudly, “Cause it was boring! You sit at a desk all day and say stupid names to
your boyfriend!” Izuku kept the smile on his lips, trying to ignore his cheeks heating up.

“Well, it’s my job!” He said simply. “And Eraserhead will be here along with a ton of hero
—”

“I hate heroes!”

The greenette’s eyes widened slightly. He knew that Kota didn’t care much for heroes but to
hate them was a different kind of story. Izuku glanced at the red head behind him, the hero
currently his bodyguard. “Tell Katsuki we’ll be a little late for work.” Izuku gently picked up
the boy and took a deep breath. “Did you know... my dream was to be a hero?”

Kota grumbled under his breath but shook his head. Walking through the open gates of UA
was a dream coming true and a slap in the face all at the same time.

“The first time I saw All Might on the TV, I knew that’s what I wanted to be. I wanted to
be just like All Might. But the world had a different path for me.” He forced the smile to be
present on his lips, “I lost my mama in a car accident when I was your age. The person had a
few too many drinks and got behind the wheel, running a red light.

“I moved to America with my dad who became the number one hero over there. Dragon—
the fire breathing hero. He’s super cool!” Kota shook his head again. He knew that he needed
to connect with Kota on a stronger level. Izuku’s life sucked as much as his. “When I was
nine, I was kidnapped because I was Dragon’s son... and they were out to get him. Payback, I
guess.”
 “The scars?” He whispered.

“Yup!” Izuku kissed his forehead under the red hat. He brought it home the other day along
with a bunch of stuff for Kota and he instantly slapped it over his cute bed head. The two
gold spikes just added to the cuteness. “Then I moved here and lived with a nanny. Jessica
was amazing! I loved her like a big sister!

“But even though I was quirkless, I still believed I could be a hero. The first ever quirkless
hero! My dad was ready to help train me, ask his friends.” Izuku said, “I even planned out my
hero name and costume!”

“Then why...?” Kota whispered.

“Because All Might told me I couldn’t be a hero and laughed in my face.” Izuku whispered
back into his ear. “My hero told me I couldn’t... so I didn’t. My dreams were crushed until I
met Mirko, she needed help and I helped her. I found my calling.

“My point is, Kota, don’t just give up or hate heroes because something tragic took your
family from you. A villain stole them from you because they were heroes. If you say you hate
heroes... wouldn’t that be almost saying you hate your parents? Your aunt? They loved you so
much.” Kota sniffled against his shirt, wiping the snot and tears onto the fabric. Izuku smiled
a little. “All Might may have crushed my dream... your parents may have died as heroes but
that doesn’t mean you have to hate the others. You like Kachan, right?”

Kota nodded a little, “He’s cool... he showed me fireworks yesterday.”

“Cause he’s amazing!” Izuku laughed and hugged him tighter. “You can be upset, angry
but just remember to watch those feelings and keep them in check. Anger is powerful but it
can make you hurt the ones you love without knowing. Kay, buttercup?”

“Okay, stupid Deku.”

“Excuse me? Are you two lost?” Izuku looked up and found a man he hadn’t seen in years.
Fifteen to be exact. All Might tilted his head, “Do you have visitor badges?”

Kota wiggled his way out of his arms and jumped to the ground, “You hurt Deku! You’re a
big fat meanie!” The boy ran and punched the former Symbol of Peace in the dick then
booked it down the hallway.

Izuku blinked in shock as All Might groaned, crumbling to his knees. “Huh. If a five year old
can take you out then I’m pretty sure even a quirkless boy could.” Stepping around the
grumbling man, he followed Kota down the hallway. “Kota! You gotta wait for me!”

“I found Eraserhead!”

Aizawa stood tiredly in front of a door mark 1-A. “Problem Children. You’re late.”

“I punched All Might in the balls!” Kota shouted with pure glee, thrusting his small fist
into the air.
The greenette huffed out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I have no idea
what he’s talking about! Hahaha...” Well, thanks, kid! Why couldn’t he just keep it quiet for
once!

“He hurt my Deku! I had to show him who’s boss!” Small spits of water came from his
fingers, hitting the tile below. “I’m fucking badass!”

This couldn’t get any worse.

I-I didn’t teach him that!” He protested quickly.

Aizawa just sighed tiredly. Jeez the eyebags were worse than Shinso’s. “I know who taught
him that. Kota come on, we got to get through the hell called my classroom.”

“Aww!” Kota pouted cutely and folded his arms over his chest.

“If you’re good, you can play with Eri and Present Mic. He’s the one feeding you today.”
Aizawa opened the door to his classroom, “Sit down and shut up, all of you.” He said sharply
upon walking inside.

Izuku smiled brightly, “I’ll pick you up at the end of my shift, okay, Kota?” Kota nodded and
ran over to hug his leg tightly.

“Promise?”

“Of course! I promise to pick you up at five thirty!”

“C-Can I call you?”

He couldn’t help but laugh lightly, “If Eraserhead lets you, you can call my phone at lunch.
Not 119. I need to answer a bunch of calls, okay?”

“Okay, Deku... I love you.” Kota whispered then booked it into the classroom, leaving him
dumbfounded in the hallway.

Kota just said he loved him...

“What’s up, sugar plum?”

Katsuki grunted and groaned loudly in his ear, “That piece of shit got me fucking good.”

“Walk it off, Ground Zero.” He teased, knowing Katsuki was rolling his eyes or flipping
him off. “Do you need medical?”

“The fuck! Who do you think I am?!”

Izuku laughed, “A very sexy man that needs to get patched up.” Katsuki scuffed, grumbling
things he couldn’t make out. “I’m just sayin’ sweet thing. How are you going to perform later
if you’re injured?”
 “You’ll just have to fucking ride me, baby boy. Or you can sit on my face and kill me.”
Izuku squeaked, covering his bright red face from the room full of people. How can he speak
so freely like THAT! “Now that’s a way to fucking go, baby. Me dying by that fat ass.”

Izuku groaned in embarrassment. “Kachan! Stop it!”

Izuku quickly slammed his hand down on the deafen/mute button. Holy. Shit. Katsuki was
trying to give him a damn heart attack.

“Trouble in paradise?” Shinso rolled his chair over and bumped into him. “You’ve been
pretty busy being a daddy huh?”

He shot the tired man a look, “I’m not his dad.” Even if it was becoming a dream of his. Kota
had a dad and he couldn’t replace him. “Though... he told me he loved me today.” Shinso
raised an eyebrow, twirling his finger to continue. “It was after I told him my lovely back
story of hidden trauma. He said he hated heroes which is completely valid but... it made it
sound like he hated his parents. So we talked—or I talked—and then we ran into All Might
after I told him about that.”

“And what did you do?”

“Kota punched him in the balls and ran!” Shinso stared at him then busted out laughing.
“All Might sank to his knees, and I walked away.”

Shinso laughed, “Damn! I like this kid. Spunky.” It almost felt like a proud dad moment. The
pride that swelled in his chest made him undeniable proud of Kota.

Izuku nodded his head, pushing up his glasses with his index finger, “I’m just happy he’s
warming up to Kachan. I was a little worried but he’s slowly going to ask him for things! He
even called him Kachan instead of Zero which I see as progress!”

“Because you can break down anyone’s walls and make them feel loved.” Shinso smiled a
tiny bit. The tips of his ears turned pink. “I wouldn’t be with Mina if you didn’t pull me out
of my cold hearted self.”

He smiled fondly to himself, looking over at the picture of him and Katsuki. “I wanna marry
him, Toshi. I want to spend the rest of my life with him... and steal his last name.” Yeah. He
wanted to be Mr. Izuku Bakugo. All he needed was a ring.

Shinso gave him a dry look, “You poor unfortunate soul.” Izuku raised his right scarred hand
and flipped him off.

“Okay Ursula. Why don’t you go steal some voices—” His mind went completely blank as
Shinso’s quirk washed over his mind.

“No ring shopping, Izuku.” Izuku nodded blankly at the command. “Now when I snap,
you’ll forget we talked about this.” A loud snap came next to his ear, pulling him out of the
quirk.
 “What did you make me do this time?” Izuku frowned, taking off his glasses to check for
marker on the lens. He’s done stupid crap like that before.

The older man shrugged, spinning in his chair slightly, “Oh, I was telling you all about how
Mina loses her voice when we—”

“Put me under!” He shrieked and dropped his glasses to the floor. His hands instantly went
to cover his ears. “No! No! No! I don’t want to hear that crap!”

Shinso laughed and reached down to recover his glasses. “Oh shit. You idiot! You broke
them!” Izuku whipped around so quickly he almost fell out of his chair.

Squinting down, he could barely make out the few larger cracks in the glass. “Fuuuuck.” He
hissed out, taking them from his friend. “Kachan’s going to kill me.”

“You got your contacts?”

Izuku snarled at him, “Those are nasty! I’m so forgetful Toshi! They’ll be in my eyes for days
and get lost—or worse! Get infected!!” No! He’s watched this woman that slept in hers and
the doctor pulled out over ten from her eyes! No! He was not going to be her! How the hell
can he wear contacts when he forgets to sometimes put on underwear—it's been years but
still!

“I’m so dead! I can’t work now!”

The purple haired man pulled open his desk drawer and searched around until he found what
he wanted. “Lean back idiot. I’ll do it.”

“You are n-not putting your nasty butt hands near my eyes!” Shinso being fucking Shinso,
straddled his thighs. “Toshi! N—”

“Oh good,” His mind went blank and his body sank into the leather chair. “Now, you are
going to let me put these damn contacts in then tonight when Kachan says to you it’s
bedtime, you’ll ask him to take them out and be a big boy about it.” Izuku could barely focus
on the fingers coming closer to his blurry vision until one eye had crystal clear vision. Shinso
repeated with the other. “Blink.”

Izuku blinked and gasped as he got full control of his mind and body back. “Y-You can’t do t-
that!”

“Deku! Ground Zero is looking for you!” Winnie called out. “I told him you... you had a
medical emergency and now he’s pissed.”

Oh. Dear. Lord.

Right on cue, a loud thud came from the roof. The windows shook slightly from the
explosion that followed. Oh, fucking hell. That’s it. They were all going to die by his pissed
off boyfriend.

But it’s cute he’s coming in like a knight and shining armor! No! Izuku focus!
Pushing Shinso off his lap, he spun in his chair and got to his feet. The elevator was slowly
counting down from the roof... thank god Sara was off today.

Ding!

The big bad Ground Zero lifted his head as the doors slid open. Why the fuck did he have to
be so damn hot? Izuku bit down on his lip, trapping the flesh between his teeth as his stupid
dick twitched in his jeans.

Katsuki let one foot drop heavily right outside the elevator and stalked over to him. Sharp
crimson eyes locked on to him like a lion and his pray. Izuku stood frozen in place as his
boyfriend walked directly towards him. The entire office was silent besides a few gasps, but
he only could hear the pounding of his own heart.

It felt like those crimson eyes were undressing him instead of looking over his body for
injuries. Once Katsuki saw he was fine, he scowled and stopped in front of him. Bending
down slightly, Katsuki pressed his nose to his. “So, fucker, what’s this medical emergency
you had? Or were you just fucking with me?”

Izuku gulped loudly, “I-I—”

“Where the flying fuck are your glasses?!”

“I-I—” Izuku couldn’t get any words to leave his lips. Not that he feared his boyfriend
but... he was so turned on with the biggest hard on to prove it.

The blonde clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes down at him. “We’re going to have
fucking lunch together.” Before he could untwist his tongue to form a protest, he was thrown
over the hero’s shoulder and Katsuki was already moving.

“I swear to mother fucking Christ himself, you like to piss me off.” Katsuki growled,
“Fucking worrying me like that! Did you enjoy it?!”

“N-No—” He let out a shriek when a heavy hand came down on his ass. “Kachan!”

Katsuki set him on the ground and pushed him back against the cool stone wall of the
stairwell. Both hands slammed down next to his head, caging him in. “Start talking and
maybe I’ll be fucking nice to you.” He whispered. The smell of burnt caramel was almost
overwhelming.

Staring up at the love of his life, he opened his mouth but instead of an apology or logic. Ya
know, something that made sense in this situation. Instead, he did what any horny person
would do... “P-Please?” He whispered breathlessly. Izuku brought his hands to the hero’s belt
and undid the buckle with shaky fingers.

“I’m not gonna be fuckin’ nice, baby boy. I’m going to fuck you.” Katsuki whispered, voice
dripping with lust. “But... I think that’s what you want.” Izuku tugged lightly on his waist
band. “You’ll have to be quiet baby or everyone will know.” Katsuki spun him around, so his
chest was pressed against the wall. “Tell me where your glasses are.”
Izuku tightly shut his eyes. It was really hard to get his brain to work when Katsuki’s hands
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers at the same time. His cock sprung
free already red and dripping with pre. “I-I...”

The hero snorted behind him, “Already gone, baby?” Things were dropping next to his feet
with a thud. Every thud echoed loudly through the stairwell... normal people would freak out
or run away but he was throbbing. The thrill of getting caught was something he never knew
he’d find hot as hell. “Focus Deku. Glasses.” Katsuki whispered into his ear, “Or I’ll spank
you and leave you high and wanting.”

Licking his dry lips, he turned his head slightly into the warm breath dancing over his
freckled cheek, “B-Broke... they broke.”

“And how can you see?”

“T-Toshi uh he put uh—” He dropped his forehead to the wall and a heavy moan slipped
from his lips. Katsuki wasn’t helping him form words! He knew that he was being punished
for worrying the blonde but damn! Cut him a little slack! Katsuki hummed lightly, grinding
his hard cock right between his ass cheeks. “C-Contacts! Eyes! Contacts!” He blurted as the
head of his cock lightly pressed on his aching hole.

Katsuki chuckled, “Did he have to use his stupid quirk on you?” Izuku wanted to protest and
say that Shinso’s quirk wasn’t stupid and it had helped out a ton on the job but all he could do
was nod. “You look hot without glasses, don’t get me wrong sweetheart, but I like you with
them.”

“P-Please fuck me...” Izuku whimpered.

“I haven’t even prepped ya.”

Izuku could feel the heat from his cheeks spread down his neck to his chest. “I-I... prepped
this m-m-morning.” Katsuki spit into his hand, most likely to use it as makeshift lube.

“You prepped?” He could hear the smirk on his lips. “Prepped for what?” A whine left his
lips, shaking his ass for his boyfriend to hurry up and put it in. “Tell me what the fuck you
prepped for, Izuku.”

He whimpered, “I... I was horny a-and used my f-fingers.”

“You naughty baby.” Katsuki thrusted in suddenly all the way to the hilt. Izuku’s jaw
dropped to scream but fingers found their way into his mouth, muffling it. “Fucking yourself
without me? That. Is. Fucking. Naughty.” He said thrusting hard with each word.

Izuku moaned loudly against the fingers between his lips. He sucked and licked the sweet but
slightly bitter taste of nitroglycerin. Katsuki didn’t let up once he got going. Thrusting with
abandon, he hit his sweet spot every time.

Katsuki moaned in his ear lightly, draping himself over his back, pushing deeper into his tight
walls. “Mmm... you’re so fucking tight, baby boy.” His words were causing the coils in his
stomach to tighten. “I bet you like this... the thrill of getting caught... your coworkers
knowing how much of a cock slut you are.

“My pretty little slut.” Izuku arched against him as he fell over the edge, cumming all over
the wall. “You are such a good boy, baby. Cumming so good for me...” Katsuki grinned
wickedly against his cheek, “But we’re not done yet.” His strong hips didn’t let up once until
Katsuki pulled down more orgasms from him. He whispered sweet loving words in his ear
while his fingers pushed further back on his tongue.

Izuku’s legs shook and threatened to give at a moment’s notice, but his brain was already
fucking gone.

Katsuki fucked him stupid.

“I’m going to cum inside and plug you up so you can think about me... think about me
being inside you while you work...” He smirked, “In front of all your coworkers... friends...
and then tonight when you sit in front of your dad and my parents... my cum keeping you
nice and full.” With on last harsh thrust, Katsuki finally came, painting his inside white.

He sagged heavily against the cool stone, panting against the fingers in his mouth. His legs
felt like jello and he had no idea how the hell he was going to even focus on work.

Katsuki slipped out quickly. He whined from the feeling of emptiness, but it was instantly
fixed when a thick plug was pressed past his rim, the end settling nicely between his cheeks.
“All better baby.” Vaguely he heard the sound of Katsuki fixing himself before he was turned
around and wiped down with a cold wipe. “Stop bitching, I could leave the cum on you.”

No, you wouldn’t butt face.

His boyfriend took extra special care into putting him back together. Massaging the sore
muscles as he pulled up his boxers and pants. “T-That was... wow.”

“Speechless?” There goes his ego.

Izuku rolled his eyes weakly and smacked his hand over the blonde’s face. “Shut it, kitty kat.
You just wait until I get a hold of you... you’ll think up is down and left is right.”

A light kiss was pressed to his palm. “I look forward to it, love. Now can you walk?” Izuku
rolled his eyes, pushing him away and taking a step forward. Holy. Shit. Great, he had a
stupid limp. Izuku groaned slightly, biting down on his lip. Hard. “Heard that.”

“Ya know, I think you should be seen and not heard.” Izuku forced out through his lips as
he made his way to the stairs. “I’m a big boy, Kachan.”

“Go on, love.” The blonde said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his
chest, “I’ll catch you if you fall.”

He flipped him off and limped his sore ass up the stairs. It took twice as long but he made it
back to his desk. Sitting was a whole different story. It felt good yet painful at the same time.
 Katsuki’s cum warming him inside... the plug brushing against his prostate and the burn on
his ass cheeks from the pounding he got.

“You filthy slut.” Shinso whispered from his desk, smirking.

“119, what is your emergency?” He ignored his best friend and boyfriend for the rest of the
day.

Chapter End Notes

We're getting closer to the end... I'm so sad!

And I will try to answer comments today. Just been busy! But I do read and love every
single one!!

Later, boo!
 Chapter 18
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Why am I here again?”

Izuku elbowed his father in the side hard, keeping the bright smile plastered on his face.
“Because... one day we’ll all be family.”

Hisashi wrinkled his nose slightly, “Izuku, I love you but there is... calmer people to be with.”
That was the fifth time he said that since arriving at the Bakugos’.

“True but he’s my angry loud blonde and I’m keeping him.” Izuku whispered back.

A crash followed by a string of curses came from both blonde Bakugos. Masaru gave them a
soft smile. “Don’t mind them. Katsuki gets a little competitive in the kitchen with his
mother.”

Izuku smiled, holding a sleeping Kota to his chest, “I’m not allowed in the kitchen. He was
nice about the one time I tried to cook for him. Kachan ate it but he told me that cooking was
his job. I like laundry so it’s fair!”

“I was surprised that you both have a foster son now.” Masaru stated lightly, “I think I was
more shocked when my son called asking for his old clothes and said he brought home the
child.”

“Oh! Yeah, me too! He didn’t tell me until we were home!” Izuku laughed and ran his
hand over Kota’s back. Poor guy was tuckered out from the busy day he had with Aizawa.
No surprise he passed out in his car seat. “I’m glad though, I’ve been talking to Kota for
months.”

Hisashi groaned lightly, “I’m too old to be a grandpa, champ. You couldn’t have just gotten a
dog? Nooo. You go extreme and bring home a child.”

“I’m not his dad!” He protested.

“You may not be but you sure as hell love him like a son.” The hero sighed, “The dad look
looks good on you. So does contacts. Since when, Zu?”

Izuku swallowed thickly. The adventures of today flashed with every blink causing his
cheeks to instantly turn red. “B-Broke! They uh broke so S-Shinso helped me...”

“Dinner!”

Thank God! He needed to go stick his hot face in the freezer before he died of
embarrassment. That stupid plug wasn’t helping him either! That dumb blonde has some kind
of kink!
Slowly, he stood with the little boy snoring away on his chest. He learned pretty quick that
once Kota was asleep, he was asleep for hours.

Entering the kitchen, he found his boyfriend standing behind one of the empty chairs, pulling
it out. “C’mon nerd. You need to sit.” Katsuki said with a wicked smirk on his lips.

And here I thought he was just being sweet.

“Thanks, my love.” Ha. Got him. Katsuki quickly tucked his chin to his chest in hopes of
hiding his flaming pink cheeks, but he saw everything. “It smells amazing, Mrs. Bakugo!”

Mitsuki smiled sweetly, “Aw! Thanks, Izuku! I hope you like it!” She cooed lightly, “And I
told you to call me Mitsuki.”

Izuku smiled, tilting his head, “Right! Sorry, Mitsuki.”

“Shut it, nerd. You’re feeding into the palm of her hand.” Katsuki grumbled and pushed the
chair in once he sat. “Want me to take him to my room?” His spine stiffened against the wood
of the chair. Kota wouldn’t be safe... someone could take him and he wouldn’t know.
Muscular— “Zuku, you’re going to crush him.”

He looked down at Kota. His arms were like chains around the boy’s body, crushing him into
his chest. “I...”

Katsuki gently tugged a few times on his grip, “Just to eat.” Against every nerve screaming at
him to fight the number one hero, Izuku let him take Kota from his arms and walk out of the
room. Hisashi ruffled his curls like he was the five year old.

“Calm down, daddy. He’ll be fine and if anyone tries the two top heroes are under the same
roof. They’d be dumb as hell.” His dad chuckled. “I can’t imagine you with a baby. You’d
never sleep cause you’d be watching them sleep.”

Izuku deflated in his chair. “That villain is still out to get him, dad. How can I not worry?”
Katsuki sauntered back in empty handed and took the empty chair next to him.

Mitsuki huffed, “Brat! Haven’t you heard anything about that stupid villain?” The taller
blonde raised an eyebrow then glanced down at him.

Katsuki shrugged a shoulder, “We haven’t found him. Some of the UA teachers have been
looking. I have a few of my people looking.” He scowled, “The idiot is huge so he should
stick out like a sore thumb but nothing yet.”

“T-That’s why—” Katsuki placed a hot hand on his shoulder, pushing back down into the
chair. “Kachan!”

“Baby, he’s fine. I checked the locks and if he breaks the window I’ll be there in left than
five seconds.” Izuku pouted a little, “Eat. I cooked you dinner with the hag’s help.”

Dinner was great.

Mitsuki and Hisashi went back and forth with different baby stories. Masaru chimed in a time
or two but looked happy to just be there. Katsuki kept a hand on his thigh, drawing circles
with his thumb, grounding him to the chair. The stories were just flat out embarrassing to the
both of them. What was funny was when his dad shared a story about a pair of All Might
footies that he sobbed for weeks about when he grew out of them... come to find out, Katsuki
had the same pair. He didn't cry when they were gone but he did throw a huge screaming fit
about them. The good old days when his mom was there to hold and snuggle him. Sing him
to sleep, snuggling him when he had bad dreams.

But the only thing on his mind was Kota.

So, to cope with that, he kept shoveling food into his mouth. Whenever he nudged the
blonde’s thigh with his knee, he got another helping of food on his plate. All he wanted to do
was hold his baby—

What...?

Izuku stared down at the beef stew on his plate. He couldn’t get his throat to work and
swallow the bite in his mouth. Did he really just call Kota... his baby? Sure, he was teased but
he—the last week—has been forcing all those thoughts from his mind.

“You choking?” Katsuki whispered with worry.

Forcing himself to swallow the stones in his mouth, he looked up at the scarlet eyes, “C-
Check on him? P-Please?” There was no way his legs would hold him if he got up.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Katsuki pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before standing and
going to Kota. Izuku knew the three older adults were staring at him with concern, but he
pushed the bile down his throat and brought his glass of water to his lips. The glass felt heavy
in his hand, joints aching slightly from how tight he was gripping it.

Two minutes later, Katsuki’s heavy footsteps came down the stairs and into the dining room.
“He drools worse than you do, babe. Jeez.”

“H-He okay?”

The blonde flashed him a soft smile, “He’s snoring away with his GZ plushie.” Fine. He’s
sleeping and fine. Kota was fine.

“He was breathing?” He blurted out.

“Yeah, maybe they should hold off on babies.” Mitsuki laughed, looking over at his dad.
“The baby would never leave his chest.”

Hisashi chuckled behind his glass, “That’s his mother’s genes talking. Inko was the most
loving woman but so overbearing.”

“Izuku said she passed, I’m sorry for your loss.” Masaru said with complete kindness.
The older Midoriya presented with a tight smile, “It was one of the worst days of my life. Not
only did I fear of losing my wife but Zuku as well. That call was... I was called to the scene
with the pro I was side kicking with. The first thing I heard was Izuku’s screams and cries for
his mama.”

Mitsuki frowned deeply, “What’s worse than losing your wife?” Izuku stared down at the
glass of water. He watched the small ripples running through the top whenever the table was
bumped. He knew the answer.

“The worst day of my life was when Izuku was kidnapped.” Hisashi muttered under his
breath, barely loud enough for the table to hear. “That was the worst day of my life. So
Izuku’s feelings are valid with the boy because he... knows firsthand what could happen.”

Hint. Hint.

I’ll tell him when I’m ready.

By the time they got home, Kota woke up just enough to drink down the smoothie Katsuki
made him and be tucked into bed. He knew the red eyes watching him were full of worry but
he couldn’t. He couldn’t open that stupid big ass door that barely stayed shut with the locks
and chains he placed on it. Izuku frowned.

Why was everything so hard?

“Bedtime, nerd.” Izuku’s body went slack against the blonde’s chest. Shinso and his stupid
quirk. “Mind Fuck texted me. He said that I say bedtime and I get the joy of taking out your
contacts.” Izuku wanted to scream and protest. He hated fingers in his eyes! Katsuki moved
his fingers swiftly over each eye and Izuku gasped as he got his mind back under his control.
“We’ll put them back in in the morning.”

“Noooo!” Izuku whined loudly, throwing himself down on the bed, bouncing slightly, “I’m
not opening my eyes tomorrow!”

“It’s been a while.”

Izuku glanced over at this asshole called his therapist. Hound Dog has been his therapist
since he came back from the US and he’s friends with dad, so it made sense. Houng Dog
wasn’t an asshole, he just saw right through him... even better than Katsuki did.

“The nightmares are back...” He mumbled against his fist.

Hound Dog raised an eyebrow, “Is this due to a few weeks ago?” Izuku nodded just a tiny bit.
“Pup, have you told anyone about the kidnapping?” He gave a shake of his head, “Why?”

“Why should I? So, everyone can see me broken and damaged?” Izuku said sarcastically.

“No one will think less of you.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, standing up from his chair, “Really? I’m not only quirkless but I was
kidnapped! I’m motherless and fuck!” He turned on his heels and kicked the chair over he
once sat in, “I can’t even protect my fucking son!”

Hound Dog came around him and picked up the chair, “Son? Tell me about him.”

“H-He’s not my s-son... foster son.”

He mumbled, wringing his fingers tightly around the scarred ones.

“Ah. Kota.” Hound Dog gestured for him to sit back down before walking back to his own
seat. “But you think of him as a son.”

He sighed, flopping heavily back down in his chair, “I didn’t think of him as a brother... my
dad says I get... attached to easily.”

Hound Dog nodded thoughtfully, “How long have you known Kota?”

“Since he was about four?” He guessed, trying to think back to the first time he called,
“He’s a firecracker for sure... he called the first time cause he needed help with mixing
colors. Sweet as pie, cute little voice and all. Then it went from colors, to why questions to
math questions to random science questions... until one night he called cause he was worried
about his aunt.

“She got banged up on a mission and that’s when I found out Kota had been alone all the
times he called, he was ready to dial the police and CPS. Mandalay explained to me why he
was alone in the first. Kota trusts no one. He hates leaving the house. He hates... everyone.
Kota continued his calls...” Frowning, he picked at the sting coming loose on the fabric of the
armchair. “And... meeting him in person... holding him in my arms...

“I-I love him.”

The hero nodded, leaning back in his chair, “Izuku, there’s nothing wrong with getting
attached.” Deep down in his pounding heart, he knew that. Every day he fought with himself
on his own feelings. It wasn’t his fault he had such a huge heart! “You may get hurt or you
may be happy. That boy loves you even there’s no label to what you two are. Take one day at
a time.”

Izuku sighed heavily, running his hands through his curls. “Okay... okay...” That sounded
simply enough. To be honest, he just wasn’t in the mood today. Hisashi had to get on a flight
back to the states this morning, Kota cried for him when he dropped him off with Aizawa and
Katsuki was just amazing. Between the morning head to the breakfast to those strong yet soft
fingers drying his curls and styling them to the right. “I’ll see you next week.”

“You have my cell if you need me sooner, pup.” Hound Dog gave him a warm smile,
sending him off with a lighter chest. Izuku dragged his ass to work... dragged it. Normally, he
set these appointments for the evening so he could just go grab take out and pass out in bed
but after dinner... and all the emotions building up. He didn’t want to explode on the people
that he loved.
Upon walking into the office, Shinso’s eyes were instantly on him. The lilac orbs filled with
concern and worry but he pushed himself to move his feet over to his desk and sat down
heavily in his chair, exhausted. He put his headset into his ear and pressed the already
flashing purple button.

“Deku.”

A lot of sputtering followed by a string of coughs entered his ear. Izuku just went about
checking the system and getting Katsuki’s current location. “What the fuck was that?”
Katsuki rasped.

“Nothing.”

“Oh. Really cause when I left you to drop off Kota, you were smiling and cheerful. So what
the hell what happened, baby?”

Well... here goes nothing.

Izuku sighed, propping his fist against his freckled cheek, “My dad left this morning, Kota
cried cause he didn’t want to go with Aizawa today and...” He mumbled the last part to
himself.

“And? You fucking mumbled it.”

“I went to therapy... Hound Dog and my dad are friends... I’ve been going there for years.
Well, I took a break but I’m back now.” Katsuki went quiet. That didn’t help his already
pounding heart. No, it kicked his lungs into a panic.

Katsuki swore under his breath, “Breathe, Izuku. I was just—I'm shit with words and I didn’t
know what the fuck to say and not bring up what I think involves this.”

Izuku frowned down at the dumb picture that always warmed his heart. “I... want to tell you,
Kachan. I want to share it so you can help me but... I can’t relive it right now. Fucks with my
head, blasty.”

“No.” Katsuki said firmly, “You take your sweet ass time and I’ll be there when you are
damn ready. I’ll relive with you every step of the way.”

“Thanks, Kachan...” He smiled a little. “Now let’s get—”

“Ma’am shut up.” Izuku’s perked up. Who the hell was— “No. All the crying is
annoying... well maybe you shouldn’t have driven your car over a cliff... It’s not my fault.”

Izuku growled under his breath, “I’ll be right back.” He stood up from his chair and stomped
his way over to the man’s desk, slamming his hand down on the dark polished wood, “Mute.
It.” Whatever the fuck his name was—Izuku probably knew but his brain wasn’t working at
the moment—staring at the hand on his desk. “I said. Mute. It.”

The guy pressed the mute button and looked up at him slowly, “D-Deku...”
 “Winnie! Take the call from Ms. Banks, please. Ground Zero is available to assist. Get
Hawks and medical to the cliff in two minutes.” Leaning down, he met the fear filled brown
eyes, “Do you know what the fuck you were giving that woman?! Fear. She’s scared enough
and all you’re doing is making it worse! Let her cry! She most likely didn’t mean to drive off
the cliff but here you are making her think she is!

“We’re the ones that keep them calm and reassure them that help is coming! We send
fucking help!” He slammed his hand down on the desk again. The idiot jumped in his chair.
“Get out of my sight. Now.”

Izuku didn’t wait for the guy to move, he pushed the chair away and signed him off of his
computer. “We are here to send help to anyone that needs it. Remember that!” Izuku shot the
guy a death glare and walked back to his own desk. “Stupid bitch.”

Shinso chuckled under his breath, “I recorded that and sent it to Zero. He’ll enjoy seeing Mr.
Sunshine going feral for once.”

“Whatever, Toshi. I wasn’t that bad.” He shook off the last bit of anger and pressed the
accept button on his left. “119, what’s your emergency?”

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“I don’t get why the hell I’m here.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, grunting. “Cause out of everyone you know the nerd the best.”
Kirishima threw himself onto his back, throwing his fist into the air, “Get the fuck off me!”

“You’re getting married bro!!” The idiot shouted, “It’s going to be so manly!”

Denki laughed, “Baby, get off him. You’ll just piss him off.” Ain’t that the truth and he would
have blasted the idiot, but he’d probably kill him with how much sweat was pooling in his
clenched fists.“ Do you know what you want?”

The blonde huffed, “I want this shit to be perfect. I want the damn ring to be perfect.” Shinso
snorted lightly, “What Troll Hair?”

“You should be thanking me, Bakugo. I stopped the so called nerd from going out and
buying his own ring. Mina told me all about you shopping for rings in the breakroom with
her the other day. So, you’re fucking welcome.”

Izuku was going to go by a ring?

Fuck!

Katsuki shook his head, “Thanks... I—he's given me so much and I want to be the one that
pops the question.”

“To be honest, he’ll love whatever you get him.” Shinso said with a chuckle, “You could
buy a ring pop and he’d scream yes.”

That’s his Izuku. Simple and easy to please.

All the nerd wanted was love and all he wanted to do was give it.

“Did you ask the Dragon for his blessing?”

“Don’t fucking remind me.”

“It’s weird that the number one hero would ask me to patrol with him.” It was the only day
Izuku was busy with training a newbie, so patrol seemed safe. “Something on your mind,
Zero?” Dragon brought the lit cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply.

Katsuki glanced up from his boots that he found oddly interesting. “I...” He started slowly, “I
want to ask for your blessing to marry your son. I can’t imagine my life without him.” Keep
the cussing out of this and it should be okay. Right?

Dragon blew out a puff of smoke, “I can see you love him. He’s made you better and you’ve
made him better. He smiles so much now. He calls me more, which is nice... I worried about
him for a while. Izuku isn’t one to shut people out, but he did with me. Called on holidays
and birthdays and once in between but never weekly.

“Izuku hides his demons for him to fight alone.” Dragon said softly, “You’ve made him
stronger.”

Katsuki tilted his head, “Why did he shut you out?”

The man turned to the sky like it held the answers. “He was protecting me. Those months he
was taken from me... I lost it. I don’t cry, kid but when he was finally found I fucking
sobbed.” Katsuki’s eyes widened at the curse leaving his lips. “It’s why he hasn’t told me. It’s
why he stopped calling. If he didn’t talk to me then he won’t accidently blurt it out.”

“He hasn’t told me.” He admitted.

“No but he’s close.” Dragon smiled sadly, “You break down his walls that no one else can
get through. I respect you, Katsuki, I truly do. You love him in the most precious way... the
same way I love my wife. The same way I love Minnie.” He sighed, running his hand
through his short curls, “Marriage isn’t for the weak. You’ll fight. Scream and want to slap
the shit out of each other.

“No matter what...” Dragon turned and looked down at him with his dark Jade eyes, “At
the end of the day, you say you love him and you hug him. Izuku will instantly cave and cry
and everything will be better. You have to do that.”

“I promise.” Katsuki vowed. “I won’t let anything happen to him. I will cherish him and
love him until the day I die.” He spoke from his beating heart. Izuku owned him, he took his
heart and held it in his hands. The only person that can turn him away would be Izuku. “I’m
not letting him go.”

“Then you have my blessing.” Dragon smirked, “Can’t wait to call you my son in law. My
friends back in the states will get a huge kick out of this.”

Katsuki scuffed on the outside but on the inside his heart was singing with joy. All he needed
was the ring and Izuku to say yes.

“Izuku doesn’t want bling or flashy.” Shinso smirked wickedly, “But if you do, I’ll help
pay because he’ll be so scared of losing it every day of his life. Sounds fun.”

Denki choked on his own spit, “Damn, dude! How is cute little Mido friend with you?”

“He’s not all cute and innocent.” Shinso huffed with a roll of his eyes. “He’s got the big
green eyes and the baby face but you piss him off... damn, he goes feral.” The purple haired
man pulled his phone from his back pocket and tapped around before shoving it in his face.
Izuku was slamming his hand down on a desk. His voice was low and in the guy’s face. That
idiot looked like he was going to piss his pants. Holy shit. He never wanted to be on that end.

“That’s my fucking man right there.” Katsuki said proudly. “Fuck, he just gave me a boner.
Damn.”

Kirishima just laughed in his ear. Why the fuck was he still carrying this heavy idiot? “I
remember you calling one night cause he gave you a boner from just saying good night,
handsome!” He cooed in his ear sweetly.

“Get off me, dipshit!” Katsuki threw the redhead to the ground, growling. “Maybe I got a
fucking voice kink, okay? Sue me.”

Denki laughed and picked up his boyfriend from the sidewalk. “I mean, Deku’s voice... is
really nice but I’ve never gotten a boner from it.”

Why the fuck did he bring them again?

Shinso pulled open the door to the jeweler and let him pass. Rows and rows of glass cases
filled with so many different things. Rings, necklaces, bracelets.

“G-Ground Zero?!”

Katsuki glanced over to the woman behind the counter. “Yeah and if you want me to stay,
you’ll treat me like a normal person.” He walked over to the glass case in front of her. “I’m
here for an engagement ring.”

“Bigger the better!” Shinso said as he came up beside him. “His man wants big.”

“No. I’m not trying to kill him, Troll.” His eyes scanned over the different bands below
him. Fucking hell, he didn’t even know where to start. Izuku would probably love anything
but he wanted this to be perfect, damn it.

Kirishima leaned into his space, peering over his shoulder, “Shinso, what color?”

“Not gold, it clashes with his green mop of hair.” Shinso chuckled, “I’d stick with white
gold. Black would be okay but...” The voices around him slowly faded out as he looked over
every ring in front of him. Some had diamonds. Some didn’t. Some were thick and some
were thin. Some shined brighter than others...

Katsuki’s eyes locked on to a simple sliver band with two lines of small diamonds bordering
the other edges. “T-That one.” He whispered softly, tapping the glass. “I want that one.”

The woman unlocked the back of the case and pulled out the band, his eyes followed her
every move. He wasn’t going to lose that. That was Izuku’s ring.

He... he was going to ask Izuku to marry him.

“I’m going to propose.” He admitted openly.

Kirishima chuckled, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “Bro, you’re going to get
married. Mido is going to say yes and it’s going to be so manly.”

He’s going to propose.

“Where are you, Kachan? I’m lonely!!”

“Stupid Deku isn’t lonely! We need you to cook some dinner, Kachan!” Kota shouted into
the phone. Katsuki winced as his eardrums blew into pieces. Jesus that boy was loud... This is
how the hag felt every day.

“I’ll be home soon, you two. I got some shit to do and I’m grabbing some takeout.”
Katsuki looked up at the black iron gates leading to the cemetery. “I’ll be home soon, kay?”

“I want extra ramen for lunch tomorrow!”

Kota giggled wildly in his ear, probably from Izuku tickling him, “Bye Kachan! Love you!”
The line went dead a second later. He slowly took the phone from his ear and stared at the
black screen.

Did Kota just say he loved him?

Fuck that kid.

He was getting just as bad as Izuku with the sappy lovie shit. Not that he fucking minded.
Izuku and Kota were his world after all.

Pushing the gate open, a loud creak from the hinges set his heart pumping. Now, he’s never
come here before, Izuku and him planned on it but things happened and Kota. So, here he
was alone in a cemetery looking for his boyfriend’s mother’s gravestone. It didn’t feel right
that he only asked Dragon for his blessing to marry Izuku.

Katsuki may be an asshole but he had a heart.

The grass crunched under his boots with every step, filling the silence before him. The place
was empty. No surprise... but it kind of gave him the creeps. Big bad number one hero scared
of an empty cemetery. He shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

One stone stuck out of the corner of his eye, it looked freshly polished and the grass
surrounding it was trimmed back. Nice and neat. Katsuki walked over to the plot and
crouched down a few feet from the gravestone.

Inko Midoriya

Loving wife, mother and friend

This was her.

 “Uh... hi.” Lame. What a fucking idiot. “I’m Katsuki Bakugo. I’m Izuku’s boyfriend...” He
huffed out a heavy breath, “Your son is incredible. He’s smart, sassy as fuck and too damn
sweet. It’s messed up that he was cheated out of a quirk... he would have taken my spot at
number one a long time ago.” He smiled a little, “I already asked your husband for his
blessing but I wanted to ask you.

“I know... Izuku is everything to me. I can’t live without him. So, can I have your blessing
to marry your son?” Katsuki whispered softly into the cool air. He knew how much Inko
meant to Izuku—dead or alive—he was a mama’s boy. Deep down in the pits of his stomach,
it felt wrong to not ask her.

Katsuki sat on his hunches as he went on and on about how he met Izuku and how big of an
ass he was in the beginning. He moved to how they got together and everything after that.
“We got a foster son, Kota. He’s stubborn, hardheaded and a straight up firecracker but Izuku
loves the shit out of that snot. Kota is only a big softie with Izuku. I swear that’s his
superpower,” He chuckled softly, “Hell, he made me soft...

“I know he’s got some demons and I wish you were here to help him or tell me how to help
him. I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

Standing from the grave, he sighed softly, “I promise to make him happy. I promise to take
care of him and love him for the rest of my life.”

The blonde bowed slightly and left. He had a family to bring dinner to.

After grabbing their order with Izuku’s extra for lunch tomorrow, he headed back home. The
ring box was running a damn hole in his pocket. He didn’t know where to keep it! Izuku stole
everything but his leather jacket so he stuck it in the inside secret pocket. He didn’t trust
Kirishima with it cause he lost the stupid face piece of his hero suit every day.

Fuck, he didn’t even know how the hell he was going to propose in the first place.

Katsuki carefully opened the door with his full hands and shouldered it open, “I’m home.”
Kota came barreling towards him and attached his tiny arms around his leg. “Hey bud.”
Izuku followed the boy’s steps but leaned up, kissing his lips lightly while taking the bags at
the same time. “Hey babe.” He said after returning the light peck.

“Where have you been? I missed you.” Izuku said as he walked over to the table. Katsuki
reached down and lifted the boy into his arms. Kota giggled, wrapping his arms around his
neck.

“I just had some errands to run.” Katsuki nuzzled his nose into the boy’s cheek before
nipping his teeth lightly on the pudgy skin.

Kota squealed, “Bad Kachan! No bite!” Damn his stupid heart for swelling with stupid love.
Kota leaned in and clamped his own teeth lightly down on his cheek.

“Oi! No biting!” He smirked.

 “Okay, puppies it’s time to eat.” Izuku called, “I think after we eat we should get some ice
cream! There’s that cart in the park!” Katsuki set Kota in his seat and sat down across from
his boyfriend... the whole family thing was growing on him rather quickly and suddenly he
wanted nothing more than to watch it grow.

Chapter End Notes

Ring? Check.
Man? Check.

Now how will he propose is the real question of the day!

 Chapter 20
Chapter Notes

I think I like you by The Band Camino

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“Ground Zero! Ground Zero! A comment!?”

“Ground Zero is this your boyfriend?!”

“Is it true you have a son with this man?!”

Izuku kept a bright smile on his lips. Here they were at the Spring Hero Gala. No matter how
many times he begged Katsuki to just go without him, he just received the cutest pout back
and he couldn’t say no.
So, he pulled on a perfect fitting tux and dropped Kota off at Aizawa’s apartment.

Thank god for that tired man. There was no way he could get Kota to open up to someone
new at the moment. That poor baby had enough on his plate.

Izuku had enough on his own plate.

Katsuki tugged him past the nosey group of reporters and into the building. He’s heard about
the Hero Galas. They were a huge thing in Japan... and he may have watched just to see the
blonde in a tux. Maybe. Katsuki in a tux added a whole new level to the playing field. The
black slacks that tapered to his slim waist this the up most perfection. The arms of his suit
jacket, snug yes but there was no other way and lastly the deep red button up that made his
eyes pop.

“Ignore them, baby cakes. They just want to twist whatever comes out of mouths for
money.” Katsuki whispered into his ear, his warm breath ghosting over his ear, sending
shivers down his spine, “Stick with me. The idiots in here aren’t much better.”

“Bakubro!”

“Speaking of idiots.” He grumbled with annoyance. Katsuki can say he hates his friend
group every day of his life but he cares for the so called idiots and would blast the world to
protect them.

Izuku smiled, laying his scarred hand on his chest as he leaned onto his side. Crowds were
never his thing. Between the bullying and lack of friends. He stayed inside most of the time.
Mostly watching hero news or reading. Another reason he had an office job, talking to
someone over the phone was easier than in person. “That’s your bestie, kitty kat, be nice for
me, kay?”

“Only cause I fucking love you and I can’t wait to get home to take that sexy tux off you.”
Izuku squeaked lightly. He already knew that his cheeks were turning bright red at this point.
What didn’t help was a wondering hand moving to grab his ass cheek.

Jesus, someone is horny.

“Hey Mido!” Kirishima greeted him with a sharp tooth smile, ruby eyes shining with pure
happiness. “I see you made it past the mob outside.

Izuku nodded, “It’s crazy what you all go through daily.” He said and turned his head to
Denki, “Hi Ch—Denki.”

The shorter blonde shot him a grin, sticking his finger gun out, a tiny zap of lightning danced
over his pale skin, “Sup dude! I’m so glad you could make it.” He didn’t have a choice, but
he kept that comment to himself. “Bakugo! I just heard that there’s going to be a dance off
again this year.”

“What? You need me to wipe the floor with you in that too?” Katsuki leaned forward
slightly tugging him closer to his chest. A feral grin spread across his very bitable lips.
“Don’t puke on the floor this year.”

“So mean.” Denki said, pouting.

“Kac-Katsuki? What’s this dance off?” He asked quietly.

Number one—he can’t dance. Nope. He’s got to left feet and number two—there was no
damn way he could dance with the number one hero in front of everyone! That would be a
disaster. Talk about high school all over again.

“We’re going to wipe the floor with you fucks.”

Uh. No we’re not.

Izuku tapped his chest lightly, drawing his attention, “Settle down big guy. Why don’t we get
a drink and find our seats?” Katsuki flipped off the laughing couple and pulled him along to
the bar, “Kachan, I can’t dance.”

“But you got me.” Katsuki countered with a loving smile, “I won’t let you ever make a
fool of yourself, baby.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Redbull?”

“Yes please.” He beamed. Izuku still couldn’t believe that his boyfriend was okay with him
not drinking. Sometimes Shinso even double checked or teased him a little. Nicely. Not in a
small dick asshole way.

Izuku glanced around the room as Katsuki went to the bartender. It felt like his shield was
taken away from him with his boyfriend holding him tightly. So many heroes... all in one
room. A light huff left his lips when someone bumped into his right shoulder.
Invisible like always.

Katsuki wouldn’t let him wear his glasses tonight. He was worried that with all the people
and him just being a klutz would get them broken again. Izuku agreed since he’d rather have
to deal with one night of Katsuki’s finger in his eyes than two more weeks. No one could call
him four eyes tonight. Ha! Eat that bullies!

“Well, well, well what in the world do we have here?”

Izuku glanced his green eyes to the left and found a woman in a dark purple dress—a skin
tight dress. Her long white curls fell perfectly over the deep v neck split between her breasts.
He met the dark red eyes head on, “Mirko, it’s lovely to see you again.”

“I didn’t think they invited dispatchers to the party.” She smirked, taking a sip of her red
wine. “Still sassy as ever?”

“Still kicking heads off bodies?” He shot back playfully.

The rabbit hero rolled her eyes, waving him off, “That villain had a weird ass quirk! I didn’t
know his head could detach and come back on like a stupid magnet!”

Izuku laughed lightly, “I was just as shocked as you were.”

“Enough about work, you work junky.” She laughed. Mirko and him did work together a
lot his first year, she helped him so much with his self esteem and just self worth. The two of
them would talk into hours of the night after they got home. She was the sister he never knew
he needed, “What are you doing here?” Yeah... and he was a terrible person for not keeping
in touch.

He was a little taken aback by the fact Mirko hadn’t heard because if she did then she would
know why he was standing here. But then again, Mirko hates the press and the BS. Smiling,
he ran a hand through his curls, pushing them away from his forehead, “I’m Ground Zero’s
date.”

The woman gawked at him with wide red eyes, “Damn, kit, Ground Zero was really the one
to steal your heart? I thought some nice preppy lady would be more your style.”

“Sorry to disappoint sweetheart,” He smirked lightly, “I only like it up the ass by a nice fat
cock.”

“So can you confirm the rumors.” Mirko smirked right back with amusement in her eyes.
“Ground Zero is packing?”

“Don’t answer that shit, Deku.”

A redbull dangled in front of his eyes as his boyfriend’s arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“We were just having an innocent conversation about your dick and the monster it truly is.”
He took the cool can in his grasp, leaning heavily into his boyfriend’s chest. “I feel like you’d
brag about it for your ego. I mean... it’s way above average.”
Katsuki scowled and leaned down, sinking his teeth into the flesh of his cheek. “Bastard. I
like to keep that shit private.”

“I guess they could just look at your arm and know, kitty kat.”

Mirko snorted loudly, “Damn Zero, you got a keeper right there.” Izuku couldn’t help but
look up at Katsuki and smile sweetly. “How the hell do you say no to him?”

Katsuki kissed the stingy skin and shook his blonde head, “I fucking can’t. That’s the biggest
issue I have with this man.”

“If everyone could please find their seats, we can start dinner and the award ceremony.”
Someone announced over the speaker system.

Mirko and Katsuki both groaned at the same time. Izuku frowned a little, tilting his head,
“What?”

“This is the worst part of the gala. We sit and listen to the Commissioner just BS his way
through the ranks.” Mirko explained quietly before chugging down the rest of her wine. “See
you later boys, this bunny needs a refill.”

Izuku gave her a small wave with his fingers and let Katsuki lead him over to the table. This
was still just crazy that he was here with his boyfriend, Ground Zero. Right here in this
moment was one of his many dreams.

And unfortunately, those dreams were the same as his nightmares.

The seat next to his empty one was occupied by a hero he never wanted to see... ever again.
Katsuki must have felt him stiffen against his chest, “We can get a new seat.” Oh, because
that won’t look weird as hell. He shook his head quickly, biting the inside of his cheek. Izuku
may need a barf bag from the way his stomach was turning but that would give him an
excuse to run... puke on him. New plan.

The closer they got to the table, the slower his footsteps become. Katsuki was almost pushing
him the last few feet to his chair.

Will this be the day he takes his first sip of alcohol?

Because he was going to need something stronger than a redbull.

“Young Bakugo! How are you doing?” Fucking All Might—or small skinny asshole is
what he called him since that day—said cheerfully. His boyfriend grunted lightly, pulling out
his chair. Weirdly, he pulled out the chair next to All Might instead of the way next to the
blonde woman.

What the hell was that about?

Sitting down in his chair, he scanned over the table. Edgeshot, Best Jeanest, Nedzu,
Kirishima, Denki, Grand and the blonde woman surround him. Great. Katsuki sat down—
moving his chair closer to his—and man spreading his legs.
 “I’m doing just fine, All Might.” He grumbled and Izuku reached under the table to take
his warm hand, interlocking their fingers.

Best Jeanest stared at the spiky blonde with curious eyes, “And who is your guest, Katsuki?
I’ve never seen you bring anyone to these events.”

Katsuki squeezed his hand lightly three times. I love you “This is my boyfriend, Izuku
Midoriya, go a fucking problem keep it to your damn selves.”

“Izuku Midoriya... Are you Deku?” Nedzu chirped from across the table. “I’ve heard a lot
about you from Aizawa and Kota.”

Izuku smiled warmly at the mention of his so—foster son. “That’s me. I’m shocked either of
them have much to say. I’m nothing special.”

Edgeshot cut in before his boyfriend had the chance to rip him a new one. “I beg to differ if
you are here with Bakugo, he only goes for the best.” The hero offered a gently smile, “I
believe you helped me with a case a few years ago.”

Izuku knew the exact one and it went smoothly. “Yes, sir, I do remember.” All Might cleared
his throat loudly. He refused to give the man even his eyes.

“Are you a hero, Midoriya?”

The greenette ran his tongue over his teeth, huffing slightly. Kirishima and Denki both
snickered lightly and Katsuki just scuffed, “No, All Might. Edgeshot, do you think someone
quirkless could be a hero?”

The hero’s eyes widened slightly before relaxing. “Hmm.” He hummed lightly, “It would
take a lot of training, willpower and a good support team. Being a hero isn’t for the weak of
heart, you know this yourself.” Izuku smiled tightly. “I’d say yes in the end.”

“And you All Might?” Izuku asked, resting his elbow on the table with a heavy thud and
propped his freckled cheek on his hand, “Oh, you don’t need to answer that old man. I bet
your memory is a little foggy from all that—oh, wait. You probably don’t have much of a
brain up there or that’s what my dad says anyways.”

Someone gasped.

Someone spat their drink.

But the best part was All Might turning to him with wide sunken eyes, “Excuse me,
Midoriya?” Izuku plastered a sweet smile on his lips.

“Oh, I already know the answer. I already know what a quirkest bastard you are from
personally experience.” Katsuki placed a hand on his shoulder but he quickly shrugged it off.
“You like to crush dreams—dreams of children and just send them on their way. The best part
is that you are quirkless yourself and got help from a borrowed quirk and still couldn’t kill
the big baddie.
 “Dang, and here I thought I was stupid.” He leaned forward until his face was mere inches
from the retired hero. “HA!” He laughed in his face, “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t kill
myself that night, you sorry excuse for a Symbol of Peace.”

This time Katsuki succeeded in pulling him back with a firm arm around his waist. “They
have some not so fucking great history.”

Izuku was going to regret it tomorrow or maybe four minutes from now but he reached out
for Katsuki’s glass half full of whiskey and shot it back in one gulp.

Fucking disgusting.

He just about gaged on the bitter liquid. Grabbing his redbull, he brought it to his lips and let
the light amber liquid wash over his tongue. Well, now he just felt guilty for having a drink
though it was better than embarrassing himself in front of all his boyfriend’s coworkers.

Fuck. Hound Dog here I come.

Best Jeanest turned to All Might, “Yagi, you told a quirkless child he couldn’t be a hero?”

“Are you an idiot?” Edgeshot added in, shocked.

Grand shook his head, “Is that what you teach in UA? Thank god I didn’t go there for high
school. The number one hero tell me I couldn’t be a hero would have fucking hurt.”

“He was a kid All Might!” The blonde woman scolded.

Kirishima and Denki glanced between the two of them. Neither knew who they were going to
have to hold back the most. Him or Katsuki.

Thankfully, dinner was served a moment later. Plates with the finest fish and perfect veggies
were plated with the up most perfection. All Might tried to sputter out some nonsense about
quirkless being heroes. Izuku tried his best to ignore it.

He was still trying to say he couldn’t be a hero.

Five minutes into the meal, Katsuki switched chairs with him and that when he got a good
look at the blonde woman. She flashed him a smile. “I’m Camie and this is my husband Yo.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said politely.

“I’m sorry about All Might.” She apologized, “That’s so not cool and rude!”

Izuku laughed a little, moving a piece of carrot around his white plate with his chopsticks.
“I’m used to it mostly. I just looked up to the idiot all my life.”

Camie sighed, “I understand that... he shouldn’t have taken your hope away.” Izuku blinked
rapidly against the tears forming in his eyes. No. He couldn’t cry over that bastard anymore.
Camie filled him in the rest of dinner. They shared stories back and forth. She showed him
his wedding photos and their brand new two month old baby girl.
 “She’s as cute as a button.” He smiled widely. “My son—” Damn it! “My foster son is five
going on fifteen.”

“He’s your son.” Camie giggled, “If you can’t stop the word just son coming from your
mouth than that boy is your little boy.”

“He’s just... been through so much.”

Yo shrugged, “But you’re not going anywhere. Maybe just sit down with him and ask what
he wants one day soon.” Camie nodded, agreeing with her husband.

“Alright, it’s that time of the night to announce the new Spring rankings.” Izuku already
knew that his boyfriend’s spot at number one was locked in for good. Kirishima and Denki
moved up on since Todoroki was knocked out of the rankings. Denki finally broke the top ten
with his boyfriend now breaking the top five. Creati was now third and Mirko now second.

“And our Number One Hero Ground Zero!” The commissioner—the new commissioner
that Minnie had hired after the other one... retired.

Izuku jumped in his chair as the explosive hero stood from his seat and smashed his lips
against his. Ground Zero did like to go in with a bang and end with a bang. The kiss left him
breathless and lightheaded, “Kat...”

“Sorry, baby cakes, I couldn’t help but claim what’s mine.” One more peck came to his
parted lips before he sauntered his ass to the stage. Izuku was so his.

So... fucking his.

Camie placed her finger under his chin and gently put it back into place. “Don’t stroke his
ego too much, hon, he’ll let it go to his head. Izuku flushed, sinking deeper into his chair.
Being so in love, it was hard to hide it or hold back.

The top ten heroes all did a quick interview and photo shoot before Katsuki was able to
escape and stalked towards him with determination in his scarlet eyes. “Time to dance, baby.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Katsuki.”

Katsuki smiled down at him, holding out his hand like God damn Prince Charming, “May I
have this dance, sweetheart?”

Oh fucking fuck!

Izuku took a deep breath and lightly placed his scarred hand in the outstretched one, “One
dance and no laughing.”
 “I’d never laugh at you baby.” Katsuki pulled him from the chair, leading him straight to
the empty dance floor. “I picked the song, just so... ya know.” He raised an eyebrow but the
music cut off any questions he wanted to ask. The heavy sound of drums set the beat. This
was a Katsuki he’s never seen before.

The blonde shrugged off his suit jacket, throwing it to the edge of the dance floor. He
couldn’t take his eyes off the way his boyfriend’s hips began to move with the beat as more
instruments began to play. He felt like a damn sore thumb out here. Out of place in a place he
was clearly under ranked for.

But in those scarlet eyes, the world around him disappeared and he felt like he belonged.

I was a man without a plan, living and breathing

Oh, I was so far gone
So obsessed with all the fucks I wasn't giving
Posing as so faux strong

Nights turn into days

Days turn into months
I was always alone
Until you came along
Now you've got me singing

Izuku’s eyes widened when a warm hand gripped on to his and pulled him right into a warm
chest to match. Katsuki took control and moved against his body, forcing him to follow.
There was no way Izuku could move his feet the way Katsuki was but he at least attempted to
follow his hips.

“Let go, Deku, I ain’t letting you fall.”

I think I like you, maybe more than I should

Hurts like heaven and it feels so, feels so
You do me better than any other love could
Hurts like heaven, and it feels so, feels so good
It feels so good

“I was a man who couldn’t hold a conversation, but with you I can’t just up.” Katsuki sang
along with the words. No one would know he was singing but Izuku... and he wanted to keep
it that way. “Now every day is like a permanent vacation. You are my favorite drug.” The
blonde dipped him back, grinning.

Izuku giggled and felt his curls blow back from his eyes as he was pulled back against
Katsuki. “That’s why no glasses, sweet thing.”

“Didn’t want you to fucking break them before the back ups came.” Katsuki smirked, “By
the way you can dance, baby cakes, you just need a good teacher.”

“Are you offering?” Izuku sassed back, duking under the blonde’s arm, facing opposite
directions from each other.
Nights turn into days
Days turn into months
I was always alone
Until you came along
Now you've got me singing

I think I like you, maybe more than I should

Hurts like heaven and it feels so, feels so
You do me better than any other love could
Hurts like heaven, and it feels so, feels so good
It feels so good

Katsuki grinned. Trailing his fingers down his suit jacket, he held out his hand palm up. “I am
the best.” Izuku laughed and took his hand. As excepted, he was pulled back into the arms of
the love of his life. “You are so beautiful, babe.”

“What are you planning?” He instantly blurted.

“Nothing baby.”

That liar.

I think I like you, maybe more than I should (maybe more than I should)
Hurts like heaven and it feels so, feels so
You do me better than any other love could (any other love could)
Hurts like heaven, and it feels so, feels so good

It feels so good (hurts like heaven, and it feels so, feels so good)
You do me better than any other love could (feels so)
Hurts like heaven and it feels so, feels so

Both of them were slightly sweaty from the upbeat steps of the dance. Katsuki sometimes
spun him away until they were just holding a hand. Izuku was able to match the moves with
his feet halfway through the song.

To be honest, he got so lost in the words.

This song was like Katsuki was personally singing it to him. All the words he may have
struggled with were pouring into his heart through the lyrics. Once again, he was yanked
back to the blonde’s chest but the move didn’t end. Katsuki dipped him back one more time,
following him down.

“I think I like you, maybe more than I should.” Katsuki whispered with a smile.

Izuku instantly melted, his heart swelling and forcing tears to fall onto his cheeks. “You do
me better than any other love could.”

That night ended in the best way.

With a press of the blonde’s lips, he fell in love with him all over again.
Chapter End Notes

Nothing bad should happen… why do you think that? 😏🤭

 Chapter 21
Chapter Notes

Sorry it's a little short! I wanted this chapter to have one main focus!

You'll see.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“You need to get your fucking shit together and ask him.” Mind Fuck hissed through the
phone, “It’s been three weeks since you got that fucking ring and do you know how many
times, I’ve had to use my quirk!? Enough to give Izuku a migraine from hell.”

Katsuki stared down at the box in his hand. It was his damn fault he couldn’t figure out how
the fuck to ask Izuku. He almost did at the Gala but Mind Fuck already warned him that
doing something like that publicly might kill him. “I fucking know Mind Fuck! I can’t figure
out how!”

Shinso groaned loudly. The sound echoed through the room telling him that the idiot was
hiding in the bathroom. “Seriously, Katsuki Bakugo. Get it the fuck together.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll figure it out.” Katsuki grumbled, defeated and hung up the phone. Today
was one of the rare days where he and Izuku had different days off. He just got back from a
four day out of town mission. It fucking sucked. The villain was just annoying and made him
chase him through the small town.

Kota on the other hand was having a good time. He was thrilled to stay home with him.
They’ve already made cookies and cupcakes per his request. Plus, later he wanted to help
make Katsudon for Izuku.

“What’s that?”

Katsuki couldn’t close his fist fast enough before the box was plucked from his hand. The
little boy popped the lid open and gasped. “Give it, kid.” He demanded lightly.

“Who’s it for?” Kota asked, glancing from him to the ring.

“It’s for Deku.” He grunted as he got up and slide down to his knees in front of the boy,
“I’m going to ask him to marry me.” Katsuki watched the brown eyes widened before tears
began to pool. “Kota, bud, I—”
 “No! No! Deku’s mine!” The five year old stomped his foot on the floor, “MINE! You
can’t have him!” Well... this is going great. Katsuki shook his head, holding his hands up in
defeat, “Kout-”

It was too late.

Kota took the ring and ran to his room, slamming the door shut. “Fuck me today.” Taking a
deep breath, he stood and walked down the hallway to Kota’s room. “Open up, shortstack.”

“D-Deku!” Kota cried, “H-He’s going to take y-you from me!” Please. Please for the love
of God don’t let him—”

“Who Kota?” Izuku’s voice was muffled through the door, but he could still hear him clear
as day. “Baby?” He asked again urgently.

And now his phone was ringing. Jesus fucking Christ. He was in so much trouble. Pulling his
phone from his pocket, he slid his thumb over the bar, pressing it to his ear, “Hey sweet thing,
I got it under control.”

“And that’s why he’s crying.” Izuku deadpanned. “What happened?” He could hear the
pain in Izuku’s voice. Shinso was fucking right, that nerd had a damn migraine.

“Just... man stuff, okay?” Don’t judge him for being an idiot. “I got him, okay? Tell him
you love him and hang up so I can fucking handle it.”

Izuku sighed heavily, “If he calls again, Katsuki, I will hunt you down.”

“Got it. Now go save lives and take some pain pills.” The line clicked and he could hear
Izuku talking to Kota in his soft loving voice. The line went dead, and silence surrounded
them. “Bud? Can I come in? We need to have a man to man talk.”

A few minutes later, the door opened enough for him to see a pair of red rimmed eyes and
snot dripping from his nose. “W-Why...”

Katsuki crouched down and held out his hands, “I was going to talk to you about it but you
kinda beat me to the punch line.” Kota sniffled and wiped his eyes with his arm. “When you
marry someone... it’s like inviting them into your family. It’s a promise. A promise that ties
someone to the other and they seal it with a kiss.” He smiled softly, “A ring also shows that
symbol. That ring is for Deku because I want to marry him and have that promise.”

Kota stared at him for a long moment, processing every word. “W-What about me?” And
damn if his heart didn’t melt and break all in the same breath.

“I guess that’s up to you, Kota.” The boy opened the door and slipped out, taking his hand,
“If you like it here then we want you here. We both love you so very much... we both also
know that you’ve been through so much.”

Kota sniffled, gripping the ring in his other hand. “I-I...” If there was one thing, he and Kota
shared was the struggle with words.
The blonde squeezed his hand lightly, “Do you want us?” Kota nodded shyly, staring at their
joined hands. “I don’t know how the hell else to say this but how do you want us, bud?”

“D-Deku... I uh call him... d-daddy sometimes.” Kota whispered.

No surprise there.

“And me?”

“I... c-can I call you papa?”

Katsuki did not have fucking tears in his eyes. Fuck anyone that says differently. “Yeah, bud,
you can. We loved you like our own son the instant you came home with us.” Kota burst into
tears, throwing his small body into his chest, “Do I have your permission to marry your
daddy?” He felt Kota nod against his shirt, quickly, “Do you want to ask Deku to be your
daddy?” Another nod. “I saw a cool bracelet with dad on it when I was picking out the ring.”

Once Kota calmed down and snapped back into his little firecracker self, they took a trip to
the jeweler store. Kota picked out the black steal bracelet with a diamond engraved DAD on
the top of the bar. The boy carried it tightly in his hands, leaning against his chest as they
walked back home and prepared for both of them to ask Izuku their questions.

Katsuki couldn’t hide the happiness in his chest from his face. The stupid smile just couldn’t
leave his lips no matter how many times he tried to scowl. He helped his now son, button up
his dark grey polo. Kota asked him to fix his hair too. Both of them dress in dark jeans, the
only thing being different was Katsuki wore a black fitted thermal.

One of the shirts that he wore that made Izuku drool.

“We’re going to wait until after dinner.” Kota nodded firmly.

“Daddy will say yes, right?” Kota asked him again for the fifth times since his fingers
entered his brown hair. “What if—”

“He’s not saying no, bud.” He chuckled, “You’re just nervous.” As the fuck am I... “We just
gotta go plus ultra.” Izuku was going to know something was up the second he came home.

Speaking of the nerd, “I’m home!” Izuku called after shutting the door behind him.

“We got this, okay?” Kota nodded a little and jumped down from the counter.

“Deku! We made Katsudon!! C’mon! C’mon!”

Katsuki chuckled, flipping off the bathroom light and making his way to the entry way. Izuku
gasped and picked up the boy, “You look so handsome! I see Kachan got a hold of your hair.”

“C’mon baby, the kid’s starving.” Katsuki was more worried that Kota was going to blurt it
out so food in his mouth sounded like a good idea.
Izuku blinked up at him, “Why are you two so dressed up? It’s just dinner... did I do
something? Is it someone’s birthday?! Did you get a raise?!”

“Your head is going to explode.” Katsuki teased and pulled out his chair, “Eat then we’ll
tell you.” Izuku gave him a wide eyed look but did as he was told and sat down. All three of
them ate. Kota hummed with every bite and Izuku... well, he was getting paler by the second.
“Babe, eat before you pass out.”

Izuku dropped the chopsticks in his hand onto his untouched plate. The loud clank made
them all stiffen. “W-What am I missing?! I-I don’t remember anything! It’s not birthdays! It’s
not about work! I-I don’t g-get it!” The Emerald eyes grew frantic with tears. “T-Tell me!”

He should have fucking known.

“Kota, go ahead cause we aren’t winning this one.”

Kota squealed and jumped down from his chair, grabbing the box from the empty chair next
to him. He rounded the table and climbed up into the man’s trembling lap, “Open!” Izuku
jumped lightly. Thank fuck for Kota sitting on him or he probably wouldn’t in the chair any
longer.

Izuku took the small rectangle box in his trembling hands. “What’s this?” Confusion danced
in his green eyes as he pulled the black string. Kota bounced with excitement in his lap.
Izuku forced a smile on his lips for Kota’s sake and lifted the lid. He stared down at the
bracelet, shocked. “K-Kota...?”

“I want you as my daddy!” The child almost demanded, “Kachan says you love me and I
love you!”

“I-I—” Izuku sucked in a sharp breath. Tears streamed down his freckled cheeks. “I-I’d
love to, baby!” He croaked out and crushed the boy to his chest, sobbing into his dark hair.

Katsuki smirked lightly and stood from his chair. He rounded the table with the ring box in
his slightly sweaty hand. “Izuku...” He spoke gently sliding down on one knee. For some
reason this was the most perfect way he could propose to the love of his life.

There was no need for something big or fancy.

This was perfect.

“Y-Yea—Katsuki!” Izuku hiccupped or maybe gasped, he couldn’t tell.

Katsuki chuckled lightly and opened the ring box, “I know I can be an ass at times. I know
that I’ll piss you off and probably make you pull your hair out with worry but I can’t live
without you. I’m sick and tired of call you my boyfriend when there’s something so much
better out there.

“I want to call you my husband.” Katsuki gave the greenette his best smile, “Izuku
Midoriya, I will go through hell and back for you. I promise to love you, take care of you and
hold you through the best and worst times. I made that promise to your dad, your mother,”
 Izuku bit down on his bottom lip to hold in his sob, “And to our son. Will you make me the
happiest man alive and marry me?”

Izuku nodded quickly, completely speechless. He carefully took his left hand and took the
ring from the box, sliding the ring where it belonged. Katsuki bent forward, kissing the ring
lightly, “I love you, Izuku.”

“Yay! Papa did it!!” Kota squealed happily.

The greenette swayed a little in his chair, “Hey bud can you go get your pajamas on? Daddy
needs a minute to breath before we snuggle and watch movies.” Kota kissed Izuku’s cheek
before climbing off his lap and running off to his room. “You okay there, baby?”

“Y-You an—and him! You—” Izuku tugged him closer until he could bury his face into his
abdomen and let his sobs free.

“Get it out baby.” Katsuki whispered, running his fingers through his curls. This man had
been through so much but in one night gained a son and fiancé. “I can’t wait to see you cry at
our wedding too.”

“Ihopeyoucryasshole!” Izuku shot back in one breath.

Katsuki may have chuckled, but a few tears were already streaming down his cheeks, “You
fucking wish.” He said wetly. Like hell he’d admit he was already fucking crying.

Chapter End Notes

I cried. No denying that.

 Chapter 22
Chapter Notes

Happy Birthday Kachan!!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“So, he finally fucking popped the stupid question?” Shinso grumbled, gripping his left
hand as his lilac eyes looked over the ring, "I was getting really tired of using my quirk on
you. Sorry for the migraine."

Izuku tilted his head to the right, curls instantly falling over the frames of his glasses. "I've
never gotten a headache before, Toshi. Not even when you kept using it that one time all
day."

"True. I used it a lot back in middle school." A smirk tugged at the taller man's lips.

"Making me fight my bullies was the dumbest thing you ever made me do." Izuku
deadpanned. "Talk about detention. Jessica had a heart attack the first day I came home with
bloody knuckles."

Shinso dropped his hand, rolling his eyes, "Well, I got tired of seeing your black eyes." The
lilac eyes searched his face like he was looking for something. "You sure you're alright?"

Izuku shrugged a little, trying to hold back his excitement, "I think so. Lately, it feels like a
dream. I-I mean, I'm going to marry Ground frickin' Zero, Toshi! I have a son a-and—"
Damn it! He was an emotional ball of emotions lately. Sometimes he'd just look at Katsuki
and tears would pool in his eyes, blinding him.

"Well, that's also just you." Shinso laughed and pulled him into a tight hug, "I'm so happy
for you—even if it's Angry Boy."

Izuku wrapped his arms just as tight—if not tighter—around his best friend, "Dang it, Toshi!"
He sniffled and blinked rapidly at the familiar sting of tears. "I was okay!"

"Nah, you'll always be Crybaby Midoriya." Izuku took a deep breath and pulled away from
his friend, "I wouldn't have you any other way."

"I hate you." Izuku mumbled wetly, taking off his glasses to wipe the few tears that shed.
"I hate you so much." Shinso just laughed and ruffled his messy curls. "Stop it!" He snapped
playfully, smacking his hand away blindly.

"Now did you figure out what you were going to get the guy for his birthday?" Shinso
asked, arching an eyebrow. “You can’t drop the ball with that ring on your finger.”
Izuku stuck out his tongue, sneering playfully, “Haha! I actually got something! Kota took
me to the store he went with Kachan to get my bracelet,” He held up his wrist to show of the
black metal against his tan skin, “Kota wanted something that said papa on so Kachan didn’t
feel left out.”

“We have to get papa something, daddy!”

Izuku smiled fondly down at his son as he was dragged down the street by his tiny hand,
“Kachan said he didn’t want anything.”

“That’s stupid! He needs a gift tooo daddy!” God, he would never get tired of hearing
daddy. It’s been a good few days since the proposal and his heart was still trying to figure out
how to beat correctly. Small flutters seemed to reset it anytime daddy or fiancé can from his
boys’ mouth.

Katsuki tried so hard to play off that his birthday wasn’t soon. Tried. It was really dumb of
him to think that Ground Zero’s number one fan didn’t know his birthday and once Kota
caught wind of it, he was excited.

Kota barely let him open the door to the store before taking off. He huffed out a laugh and
followed the boy to the display cases filled with bracelets. “Good afternoon.” The woman
smiled politely. “Can I help you find something?”

“My papa needs a bracelet!” Kota demanded, pressing his face to the glass.

Izuku patted his head lightly, “Kota, papa can’t have bracelets cause of his quirk.” The boy
whined loudly pulling a small laugh out of the adults in the room. “Sorry, he’s really excited
for his papa’s birthday tomorrow.”

The woman nodded, “Understandable.” She gave a closer look down at Kota, “Oh! It’s you!
Which means you are Ground Zero’s fiancé?”

“Um... yeah.” He smiled sheepishly, running his scarred fingers through his son’s dark
hair.

“I have an idea of what could work for him.” She waved him lightly over to a different
display and Kota’s eyes locked on to the shiny black metal.

“That one, daddy!”

Izuku huffed, “I mean I guess Kota got him a give but I’m still struggling.” Kota may have
said that it was from both of them on the tag but it was really Kota’s gift. “He’s got so much
and a lot of money... plus I’m quirkless and can’t do anything—”

“Shut. It.” Shinso interrupted, “You just have to think outside of the box. What’s one thing
that the big bad Ground Zero would want from you?” His eyes widened comically.

“N-No...”
Shinso leaned in until he could feel his hot breath on his ear, “He’s an ass man and you have
the best ass in Japan. So, wrap yourself up like a present. Orange. Black. Little Hero theme
lingerie. Have Kota spend the night at Aizawa and let him have his cake and eat it too.”

Izuku squeaked loudly, jumping back, “T-Toshi! I-I—we barely—”

“We’ll hit the hero sex store tonight and you’ll be alllll ready for Ground Zero.”

This wasn’t going to end well.

Izuku just finished plating Katsuki’s plate with his extra hot spicy curry when the door
opened and a quiet ‘I’m home’ came from his fiancé. Small grunts and tiny groans came from
the entry way followed by the thud of his heavy boots.

For how loud the blonde could be with his steps, sometimes he could be as quiet as a mouse.
“Welcome home, love.” Izuku said a little startled when warm, strong arms snaked around his
waist. Katsuki hummed lightly and buried his nose into the crook of his neck. “You okay,
baby?”

“Fucking villain tried to rob this lady on my way home...” Katsuki mumbled the last part
quietly against his skin.

“Um little louder for the people in the back.” Izuku tried to turn around but the grip on his
waist was too tight. “Katsuki.”

“I got hit by a fucking car.”

Izuku’s brain stopped working for a split second. “You... got hit by a car and walked home!”
Katsuki nuzzled his way back into the crook of his neck. “You should be in a hospital!” The
idiot hero just shrugged. “Bathroom. Now.”

“Papa!”

Huh. Kota didn’t even hear him come home. It was a little odd since that boy waits at the
door like an adorable puppy. “Baby boy will you go start the shower for me? Papa’s super
stinky!”

Kota nodded firmly. That boy treated everything like a mission. So frickin’ cute! “I’m
fucking fine.” The hero mumbled against his skin. “No need—”

“Finish that, sweetheart and you’ll meet a whole new side of me.” He whispered back,
letting a small amount of venom drip from each word. He wasn’t anger really but he was
completely concerned and sometimes when he gets too worried or concerned it turns into
anger.

Or as his dad would call it...

You’re breathing fire without the flames.

Izuku just about dragged the blonde to the bathroom. Groans and protests were quiet under
his breath, “Kota! Go watch some TV then we’ll have dinner on the couch.” The boy
squealed happily as he ran to the living room and he kicked the door shut. “Let’s see it big
boy.”

Katsuki sported the cutest pout on his flawless face but he just returned it with a dry look. His
scarlet eyes flickered with determination before slowly filling with defeat. One by one his
clothes hit the floor.

And one by one, Izuku’s blood began to boil.

“You are...” His words trailed off. Slightly purple marks laced with red covered the
blonde’s torso. Scratches ran down his skin and over the small scars he had gotten over the
years. Oh, if he had his dad’s quirk, smoke would be escaping his nose with every breath.
“Do you believe in hospitals?!” He snapped.

“I wanted my personal nurse to help me.” Katsuki said shyly, glancing at him through his
lashes. “Nurse Deku is nicer to me.”

Izuku stared at the loving red eyes and huffed out a loud breath, blowing his bangs off his
forehead for a split second. From just looking at his fiance, he knew that no bones were
broken. Years of experience helped him with that.

Hell, he knew when he had a hairline fracture on one of his ribs.

“Fine.” Katsuki bit down on his lip. Izuku and the word fine weren’t meant to be together.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and eat. Kota has a gift for you and he’s been waiting all day.”

“I love you.”

“Mhmm.” He hummed, turning the water to hot just the way Katsuki liked it.

“I really do.”

“Hmm...”

Katsuki sighed. A small whine escaping his lips from the movement of his chest, “I’m sorry.”
That’s what he’s been wanting to here.

“It wasn’t your fault, baby, I know that but don’t hide it from me.” Izuku turned to him and
smiled warmly, “I’ll take care of any wounds you have... I just don’t like you hiding them
from me, okay?”

“Okay.” The blonde smiled back at him, lifting his arms. “I want you to take care of me.”

“Anything you want, handsome.”

After he gently scrubbed the pale smooth skin, he got the blonde dressed in a pair of grey
sweatpants and a black hoodie with the simple white skull on the front. That was his favorite
hoodie to steal.
Kota must have noticed that his papa was up to the tackle like he normally did. Izuku helped
the blonde the best he could sit down on the couch without falling and fetched all their plates.
Kota went on and on about what he did with Zawa. Aizawa hated the name and he also was a
huge liar.

“You cook this, Zu?” Izuku shoved a huge bite of food in his mouth with a quick nod.
Okay. He did try to cook dinner like a good fiancé but he burnt it when helping Kota wrap his
gift. Soooo, he ordered take out and plated the food. He even took out the trash to hide the
evidence. “Baby cakes?”

He swallowed down the huge bite, pouting. “I tried but it burnt so I ordered from your
favorite curry place with that extra spicy sauce... I just didn’t want to—”

A wet kiss was pressed against his freckled cheek, “Thanks, babe. It’s amazing.” Katsuki said
before kissing his cheek one more time. “Alright shortstack, what’s this gift you're clenching
to?” The dark haired boy slowly stood and held the orange wrapped gift with a big black bow
in his small hands. “I ain’t gonna bite you, bud.”

“W-What if you don’t like it?” Kota whispered shyly.

Izuku’s heart skipped a beat with the sound of Katsuki’s hand patting his lap, “Come here
you.” Kota scrambled as fast as he could to get into his papa’s lap, snuggling into his chest, “I
could never not like anything you get me.”

Izuku smiled and got up to clean up dinner. They both deserved to have their own papa/son
moment. Most of the time, Izuku still couldn’t believe he was here. Engaged with a son.
Everything was going perfect. He knew that there were still things that him and Katsuki
needed to talk about but right now, he would forget all of his problems.

“Damn it, Kota. I fucking love it.” Katsuki said wetly from the couch, “It’s perfect.” Kota
giggled.

Kota picked out a dog tag with the word PAPA on it. It’s quirk proof and the chain was very
sturdy for hero works. The woman even gave him insurance that would replace it anytime he
broke it on the battlefield.

Izuku stared down at the bubbles in the sink. He was so happy. His heart was swelling with
love and happiness. “Deku! I’m putting the little man to bed!” Katsuki called from the living
room. Izuku opened his mouth to reply but the only thing that escaped was a small sob.

He was just so happy.

Once the dishes were done and Kota was asleep, he walked into the bedroom. Katsuki was
already in bed with his bare chest exposed for his eyes alone.

“You okay, baby boy?”

 Izuku smiled wetly, “I’m just... emotional I guess.” Popping the button on his pants, he pulled
them slightly down his hips.

“What the fuck...”

Izuku glanced behind him, pausing with his pants sitting right under his ass cheeks. He found
a pair of scarlet red eyes staring at his exposed ass. Huh? Looking down, he gasped loudly,
“O-Oh! Uh—”

“Is that... my fucking colors?”

He slowly nodded, “I-I... it’s your birthday and I-I wanted to...” The words died from his lips.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’re hurt and completely forgot—” The orange lace felt like it was
burning on his tan skin along with the eyes burning holes in his body.

“I ain’t fucking dead! Now!” Katsuki growled out, “Give me that ass.”

“Kachan! I-I can’t! Your chest!”

“No, baby boy, I want your ass on my face.” He smirked, licking his lower lip, “I want you
to sit on my face, not my fucking chest.”

How could he deny the birthday boy his wish?

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter might be next Friday. I have a busy a week of birthday parties and my own
birthday lol but I might surprise you and post early, if not next Friday!

Later booberries! 😘
 Chapter 23
Chapter Notes
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Four Months Later

“119, what’s your emergency?”

Izuku winced at the loud scream in his ears. “THISMOTHERFUCKINGFUCKS!” Whoa...

someone is pissed. “It’s all his fucking fault!!”

“Miss?” He said lightly, “What’s going on?”

The woman groaned in pain, “I’m in labor! A-Ahhhh!” This just explains so much. “My
stupid fucking husband left me to go get stupid fucking dinner and forgot his phone like an
idiot!”

Izuku smiled to himself, shaking his head. This woman spoke like Katsuki did on a bad day.
“Alright,” He typed the number into the database and found the woman’s name, age and
address, “Kanako, what I need you to do is not push that tiny bundle of joy out.”

“Ha!” She went to laugh but it ended in a painful round of moans. “The b-baby is
coming!”

Welp. That just won’t do. Izuku flipped over to his number one hero, “Hey sweet thing.” He
began routing medical towards her direction but the crash on the bridge was causing delays
everywhere. “I know you’re like super busy but I need you.”

“Need me to pound that fat ass of yours? Just tell me when and where, baby cakes.”

Izuku rolled his eyes dramatically, smiling, “Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.”

Katsuki snorted lightly, “Only for you sweetheart, so what hell do you got for me?”

“A 28 year old woman in district one who is currently in active labor and the baby isn’t
waiting.” Izuku told his boyfriend the address and put it into his GPS before clicking back to
the woman, “Okay, Kanako! Ground Zero is two minutes away! Med—”

“FUCK NO!”

“Excuse me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I fucking hate that egotistical dick head!”

Now, he’s heard people voice their opinions of his boyfriend. He’s heard it all... on the streets
or in the news but not once has he been screamed at when sending the hero to help.
Izuku pushed the glasses back up his nose, “Ma’am, I apologize but he’s the fastest and
closest one available. Medical is ten minutes out and I don’t think your baby wants to wait
that long.”

Kanako whined loudly, “B-But he’s so—so mean!” Izuku chuckled lightly under his breath,
“OW! Okay! Okay! P-Please!”

“He should be walking in the door.” That his hopefully unlocked... “Ground Zero is
actually a big softie. And he’s a dad himself so he’ll take care of your baby.”

“H-He’s a dad?”

“Well, my son calls me papa.” Katsuki said. There he was. The knight in shining armor.
“Alright, Deku, walk me through this.”

What...

Izuku tilted his head and switched over to his comms, “You don’t know how to deliver a
baby?!” This guy has been a hero for years and never once delivered a baby?!

“Nope. Shitty Hair was better at that than me.”

“Well, this woman hates your ego filled ass so be nice and don’t cuss!” He scolded and
switched back to the woman’s phone, “Alrighty! Let’s have a baby, shall we?”

He spent the next few minutes telling Katsuki exactly what to do as he did his best to also
keep the woman as calm as possible. Once Kanako was laying on the ground on her back and
Katsuki gathered the water, towels and medical supplies he could find.

“Oh god! I can’t fucking believe this asshole is delivering my baby! Why!? I had a plan
and everything!” She shouted through another contraction. “The first p-person my baby is
going to see is that ugly face of yours!”

Izuku was waiting for Katsuki to clap with something—anything! But he was silent and that
was bad. “Kanako? I understand that you may not like Ground Zero but he’s the only one
here to deliver your baby. Ground Zero is the number one hero for a reason. He’s well trained
and gets the job done on a professional level.

“Now with the next contraction take all that anger and push that baby out.” Izuku went
back to check on the medical. It was still four minutes out but with how close the
contractions were, the baby was going to be here any minute.

“Deku! There’s... feet.” Katsuki trailed off, concerned.

Feet.

FEET!?

“Don’t. Push.” Izuku muted his mic and groaned loudly, running his hands through his
curls. “Think. Think.” The risks were high to deliver vaginally but he couldn’t exactly ask the
hero to cut her open with a kitchen knife. Great. Here goes nothing. “Well, we are going to
deliver this baby!” Izuku forced the cheeriness in his voice when he unmuted, “Zero, you
need to help the baby out the best you can while mama pushes.”

“Deku...”

“I got everything under control.” Izuku lied through his teeth. “Mama? Next contraction
bare down and push like you need to poop, kay?” Izuku’s fingers rapidly flew over the
rainbow keys and switched to a new line.

Ring.... ring...

“Musutafu General Hospital—”

“Hi! This is Deku from dispatch! I have a 28 year old female who is currently in labor. The
baby’s feet have broken through first and we are attempting to deliver.”

“W-What?! That’s not protocol!” The nurse yelled at him, “Do you understand the
risks?!”

Izuku narrowed his eyes at the screen, “Do you understand that medical is stuck in traffic due
to the bridge collapse? What would you like me to do?”

“Not deliver—”

“No.” He said firmly, “I’m not going to tell that woman to hold off and wait for medical to
arrive. Ground Zero is currently with her and I’m calling to let you know so you can prepare
for their arrival. I wasn’t calling to get your opinion.”

The nurse scuffed loudly in his ear, “I want your supervisor.”

“Gladly, honey.” Izuku slammed his finger on the transfer button. “Rude.” Him and his
boss will be having a lovely talk later. “Zero! How’s the baby?” He said into the hero’s
earpiece.

“I’m holding a baby’s as—butt in my hands.” Katsuki whispered through the painful
screams of the woman pushing. “What the hell do I do?”

Izuku took a deep breath, “Keep calm and just let the baby slide out. Help when you start to
see shoulders, one at a time.” There were rare times that babies were birthed breeched... and
he prayed to the Gods above that it would be one of those times. Closing his eyes, he listened
to the screams and pants of the pregnant mama. Katsuki’s low whispers of his own prayers...

And the sweet sound of a wet gurgle followed by the loud wail of the tiny human.

“Paramedics are here Deku.” Katsuki said tiredly, “Fuck that was rough.”

He huffed out a laugh, “What you’re feeling is ten times worse on this end, handsome.”
Finally, every nerve settled in his body. He felt exhausted.
 “I’m calling it a damn day. I’m covered in blood and... other fucking fluids.” Katsuki
grumbled quietly, “You good, baby?”

“Yup. I’m good, big guy, go pick up our baby and give him an extra kiss for me.”

“He only likes kisses from you, babe. He gets all weird when I fucking do it.”

Izuku laughed lightly, “That’s because I’m the soft one,” He said fondly, “You gotta show
him your cuddly side more.”

“I show that shit enough to you in the morning when you become a damn leech and won’t
let the fuck go.” He chuckled, “I love you, baby, see you at home.”

“Bye, Kachan.” He whispered softly, hanging up the call.

The rest of his afternoon was spent with repeat callers calling about the bridge and yelling at
him for the traffic delays.

“No, sir, I don’t know when the bridge will be rebuilt... I completely understand that the
villain who destroyed the bridge caused you to miss your flight but—no I can’t do anything
to help you.”

“Ma’am, it’s broken. I can’t fix it... Actually, I don’t have a quirk... Oh, yes I know I’m
useless honey, I at least can be polite instead of yelling at someone that can’t fix your
problems.”

“No. I can’t.” Izuku winced pulling the headset out of his ear. “You don’t need to yell at
me.” He said to the headset with the man still screaming cuss words at him. “If you don’t
have an emergency, please hang up.” After a few more minutes the screams died off and the
call ended. “Jesus Christ. Did I ask the villain to destroy the bridge? Nope but you all sure
seem like it.” Glancing around the room, his coworkers were dealing with the same crap.

Crap. Because it is crap. Some people don’t understand that calling and yelling at us is taking
away from others who need actual help. Taking a up a line could cause someone to die from
not getting through.

Izuku huffed out a heavy breath and popped his headset back in as his screen lit up with
another call, “Musutafu Dispatch, what’s your emergency?”

“Oh, goodie. I got the lucky golden ticket. I hope you remember me, Deku.” Izuku
stiffened in his chair, his finger switching to the purple button. Panic. Fear. Rage. All swirled
inside his chest, constricting his lungs from taking a breath. “You took something I want and
for fun, I’m just going to make you, his replacement. Hell, if I can hurt Ground fucking Zero
and the brat all at once! It’s a win win, baby!

“Come out come out wherever you are...”

“What... do you want.” He hissed through his clenched teeth. Katsuki was already offline
and probably at home with Kota. He needed to keep it that way.
Muscular laughed in his ear, “Deku... Deku... Deku... I decided you should go out with a bang
and half the city. The bridge was a good distraction don’t you think? Everyone is pretty busy
helping over there all thanks to me.

“Now you’re going to listen to me very carefully.” The venomous voice cooed in his ear,
“I placed a bomb in the basement of your building that can take out half of the city. If you’re
so smart, Deku, I bet you can disable it, right?” He laughed again. A sick laugh full of
humor. Izuku gripped the edge of his desk as he glared at the unknown number on the screen.
“You have one hour Deku... and if you win...

“You’ll get to face off with me face to face.”

DING

Izuku jumped almost out of his chair and slowly looked down at his phone. A timer sat there
mocking him... 59:48 and counting. “Out...” He whispered. Everyone needed to get out.
Everyone needed to run! “Get out!”

“What?” Shinso asked, confused and took off his headset, “Deku, what’s going on?”

A hand landed on his shoulder. Izuku ripped out of their grasp and found his boss staring at
him with concern in her eyes, “Deku?”

“P-Please believe me.” He swallowed thickly. Izuku picked up the phone from his desk.
57:14 “T-There’s a bomb in the building and you all need to leave.” Sara didn’t even blink.
She walked across the room towards the elevator, her heels clicking quickly along the tile and
pulled the fire alarm.

“EVERYONE OUT NOW! NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS! NOW!” She shouted.

That’s what made her the boss lady.

“Let’s go, Izu.”

Izuku shook his curls softly, “I-I can’t, Toshi. The bomb is here because of me... and I have to
disable it.” Lilac eyes widened comically down at him. His best friend. The one person that
saved him all those years. The of the first to accept him without a second thought. One of the
strongest people he knew... looked so weak. “I’ll be okay.” Izuku forced a bright smile on his
lips. “It’s me we’re talking about.”

Shinso scowled, pulling him into a tight ass bone crushing hug, “You make it out alive you
fucking selfless idiot or I and the angry blonde will—”

“Take care of them, Hitoshi, make sure they’re okay, please... and my dad. Check on him
for me.” Izuku whispered into his shoulder.

“You are not fucking saying goodbye. Go get whatever done and be the hero you were
always meant to be! Be a fucking hero and come out of the battle alive, Deku.” Shinso
slapped his back and pushed him at arms length. “You fucking got this.”
 Izuku nodded quickly and turned on his heels, running. He took the stairwell that led to the
back part of the building that also included the basement.

Basement.

His legs pumped him faster and faster down the stairs. He ignored the burn in his lungs and
throbbing in his calves. Izuku didn’t have time to stop. He had a city to save. He had a family
to get back to.

Flight after flight of stairs, he finally made it to the bottom. There was only one more door
and one set of stairs in his way. “You can do this, Deku.” He whispered weakly to himself.
Reaching out... he grasped the cool metal knob with his scarred hand. “It’s just a basement.
It’s...” The words died from his lips as he opened the door and stared into the dark pool of
black.

“D-Dad...” He croaked out through his dry, cracked lips, “P-Please? N-No m-m-more.” A
pair of white eyes smiled down at him. A thin, dry hand ran through his matted curls.

“I’m sorry precious. You’re too much fun to play with.” Izuku’s screams of agony echoed
through the room, bouncing off the stone walls as his bones were twisted and cracked with
just a simple look from the villain.

Chapter End Notes

Welp. Here we go!

 Chapter 24
Chapter Notes

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

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The smell of mold and something else... maybe earthy filled his nose. He could feel the cool
stone against his freckled cheek and the sound of every breath he took echoed in his ears. All
of his five senses were out of wack.

The first thing they took was his sight, glasses broken and long forgotten. Nothing to see but
darkness behind the thick black blindfold.

Next was his sense of touch. Whoever took kidnapped him on his walk home from school
bound his arms to his back in tight cuffs that dug into his skin. Every wiggle only cause the
metal to bite another piece out of his skin.

How many days?

Dad was probably freaking out when he didn’t show up for dinner. Izuku knew that his dad
would move the heavens and earth to find him... it was the others. The police and other
heroes that didn’t give two craps about a quirkless boy.

Not when they were just a number on a chart.

Dragon tried his hardest to get the world to change. America was sure as hell better than
Japan with quirkless and well, there were a lot more quirkless in America. But that didn’t
change everything. Some still lived in the past where quirkless means useless.

“Please... if you have seen my son.” Izuku’s ears perked up at the sound of his dad’s voice.
Is there a TV in here? He asked himself. “It’s been four months since I’ve seen him. He’s all
I have left... he’s my champ. My sport, my world and he’s only nine! So please... as your
Number One Hero I’m asking you—America for help.” His dad’s voice sounded heavy or
wet? That would be weird because his dad never cried.

That man was the strongest person he’s ever met.

“Izuku, son, I’m going to find you and bring you home, sport. I promise.”

A faint click came from the far corner of the room followed by a heavy sigh, “Wow, daddy
sure knows how to lay it on thick.” Izuku sucked in a sharp breath and held it. Play dead and
maybe he’ll leave. “I think it’s time to play a little Iz-u-ku. I need something to send to the
number one so called hero.”
Heavy footsteps stomped on the stone floor, banging into his eardrums. No. No. No! What did
he do to—A dry hand grabbed both of his thin wrists and yanked him up to his knees. “P-
Please! I-I just w-wanna g-go home!” He whispered the best he could against the sandpaper
like tongue. “P-Please?” Izuku begged.

Begging a villain to spare his life.

“No can do, little boy.” The villain laughed, dragging him over to who knows where. “I
need to send daddy a few messages.”

Izuku was forced onto a metal table after the cuffs were removed along with his shirt. “W-
What did I-I do?” The villain cuffed his wrists to the table and gave his chest a firm pat. He
shrieked, expecting pain or something but nothing happened.

Yet.

He should have said yet.

“Let’s get this off you so we can chat, precious little boy.” The villain cooed and the
weirdly enough took the blind fold off gently. It took a few tries to get it free from his matted
curls. Four months of no showers does that to curls. Izuku blinked against the bright light
above his head, wincing as his eyes burned slightly. “Hello Iz-u-ku.”

Izuku turned his head slightly to the left and found a man with... white eyes. Pure white eyes.
No pupils. No color. Just white eyes. It was something straight out of those horror games
people play. “L-Let me g-go... I—” The villain was pale with dark brown hair that clashed
with his skin, so pale Izuku was questioning when the last time this man saw the sun. To be
honest, the man needed some lotion and ChapStick but he wasn’t going to suggest that now.

The villain pressed a crusty pale finger to his lips, “Shhh, if you’re a good boy and listen then
I’ll be nice to you.” Izuku forced his body to relax against the panic filling his chest. “I’m
going to take some videos for daddy and I want you to beg, scream and cry for him to save
you.”

“I-Is...” Izuku gulped, “Is my d-daddy going to sa-save me?”

The dark haired man grinned wickedly down at him. “I’m sorry sweet boy. The only way your
daddy is getting you out of here is in a body bag.” The white eyes flickered over to the broken
pieces of skin on his wrists. “We’ll start slow. Don’t want you passing out or anything.”

Before Izuku got a chance to ask, his skin lit up like someone dumped lemon on his wounds.
He bit down on his lip, hard. The taste of copper travelled over his tongue. He was going to
give the villain what he wanted. Izuku wanted to be a hero and heroes didn’t give up.

“That just won’t do!”

CRACK

Izuku’s right wrist burst into flames.

And that time he screamed.

He begged.

He let his tears stream into his dirty curls... but he never lost hope that his dad would find
him. The villain would pet his head and leave him there to whimper alone for hours at a time.
Izuku glanced around to find himself in a windowless room. Dark, cold and grey.

A basement.

He’s been locked away in a basement where no one could see in or hear his screams through
the thick stone walls. All he had was the pain to keep him grounded. Every day the door
would open with a loud creek and the villain’s heavy footsteps pounded into his head with
every step down the old wood stairs.

By the end of the first day, the only thing holding him together was his mother’s song that she
sang at bedtime. It played on loop in his head though all the pain and torture the villain
brought on him.

Hope sat firmly in his chest even with weeks of pain.

His bones twisted and cracked from the villain's quirk. He just laughed or stroked his hair as
his white eyes stared at the bones he was rearranging. It was his eyes. One simple look and
he could cause the healing bones to rebreak at his own pace.

“D-Dad...” He croaked out through his dry, cracked lips, “P-Please? N-No m-m-more.” A
pair of white eyes smiled down at him. A thin, dry hand ran through his matted curls.

“I’m sorry precious. You’re too much fun to play with.” Izuku’s screams of agony echoed
through the room, bouncing off the stone walls as his bones were twisted and cracked with
just a simple look from the villain.

Even though he was in so much pain, his screams were his saving grace the day help finally
came. It masked the banging and footsteps above them. It hid the creak of the door and
followed steps down the old wood stairs.

Izuku didn’t even realize that the pain had stopped until a pair of magenta eyes found his and
a warm, soft hand touched his cheek lightly like a feather.

“Izuku?” He lifted his tired green eyes up to her. It was... Lady Nagant from Japan. She
had a cool frickin’ quirk. “Hey, I’m Lady and I’m going to take you to your dad.”

“D-Dad?” He whispered with a hoarse voice.

She smiled warmly, “He’s waiting at the ambulance for you.” Once the villain was loaded
slapped with quirk cancelling cuffs and eyewear, the paramedics appeared around him. He
trembled as hands reached out to touch him but Lady Nagant lightly turned his head to find
her eyes again. “Focus on me.”
Izuku listened to her command. He barely noticed hands touching his broken and torn skin.
Moving onto the stretcher and being carried up the wooden stairs. “Doing great, kiddo. Just
focus on m—”

“IZUKU!”

Whipping his head around, he saw the familiar pair of eyes that belonged to the face of his
favorite person. “D-Daddy!” He croaked. The walls he held up for months finally crumbled
the second his dad wrapped his arms lightly around his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry, champ. I’m so damn sorry.”

Izuku cried with relief. He was finally free... safe and back with his dad.

“D-Dad?” He whispered to the empty darkness.

“Zuku?” That wasn’t his dad. That wasn’t the villain either. “Baby cakes? Can you hear
me?” Baby cakes? Only one person called him that. Izuku lifted his aching hand and found
his phone mid call with his boyfriend.

Izuku swallowed thickly and brought the phone to his ear, “K-Kachan?” His body knew the
routine. Anytime he was panicking, he’d call his dad but this time he dialed Katsuki’s
number without thinking.

The blonde on the other end sighed in relief, “Jesus, baby! I’ve been trying to get you to
answer since you fucking called me ten minutes ago.”

“B-Basements... I don’t l-like them.” The words just fell from his lips like the flood gates
opened. Years of nightmares pushed open those gates that had been bursting for so long. Just
waiting for today. Katsuki went quiet. “I-I...” Taking a deep breath, he dropped one red
sneaker to the first step. “I was kidnapped on my way home... from school when I was n-
nine.” His green eyes never left the darkness as he took another step. “The villain had a quirk
that w-with one look, he could make... wounds worse at his own pace.” Another step down.
“F-Four months of no sight and b-being force fed one meal a day. He sometimes played my
dad’s plea for help on repeat.

“H-He said he was going to s-send my dad v-videos but h-he lied.” Izuku forced his legs to
move two more steps. “M-My dad cried... on TV.”

“Baby...”

“H-He called me precious little b-boy an—and petted me!” Suddenly the world shifted
around him. The darkness swirled around him, consuming him until he was standing in front
of an image of his nine year old self.

The nine year old stood broken before him. The bright yellow shirt was dirty, covered in
blood and filth. The collar hung off one shoulder from all the weight he lost in those months.
Broken arms hanging limply at his sides, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks and his dirty
curls matted to his sweaty forehead. Small puddles of blood pooled by his bare feet.

Sixteen years ago, he broke.

Sixteen years of hiding the pain he buried away deep in his soul.

"You’re not that boy anymore, Izuku. He’s gone.” The nine year old smiled brightly even
though his body was broken, “You’ve grown and became stronger. It’s time to move on,
doncha think?” Little Izuku tilted his head. “Don’t forget the promise you made, okay? We’re
going to be the first quirkless hero!”

That promise was the first thing he said when he went to visit his mother’s grave with
Jessica. No one would worry about him again if he was a hero.

“Take back what was stolen from you. Be a hero and fight.” Katsuki’s voice rang through
his ear and he took the last step, hitting the bottom of the staircase. “I’m going to fuckin’
spank your ass when I get my hands on you for the stupidness you are putting yourself in.”

“It’s time to move on.” He repeated the words to himself. “It’s time to move on.” Little
Izuku smiled brightly before vanishing. Izuku couldn’t help but slump back against the cool
stone wall and let the small sob erupt from his lips. “It’s time to move on, Kachan.”

“I’ll stand by you, baby.” Katsuki promised. “Go be a hero so I can kick your ass myself.”

Izuku laughed wetly and pushed his glasses up to sit on the top of his curls. He wiped his
eyes with his scarred hand and let out a heavy sigh. All the weight of sixteen years lifted
from his shoulders. “This is my fight.” He whispered. “Take back my life and prove I’m
alright.” Pushing off the wall, he jerked his chin down, knocking his glasses back into place.

“Starting right now I'll be strong, and I don't really care if nobody else believes.” Izuku
straightened his spine and took the phone away from his ear to glance down at the timer.
33:02. “'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me.” He kicked off, sprinting through the
dimly lit basement. “Hot stuff, you’ve ever disabled a bomb before?”

Katsuki snorted, “No, have you?”

“Why yes sir I have.” He couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up from his chest. “What else
would a quirkless boy learn to do in his free time?” Izuku skidded to a stop at the homemade
bomb. Muscular wasn’t wrong, this would take out half the city and with the amount of C-4?
Maybe more than half.

So many different colors of wires wrapped around the bomb. There was also no visible timer
which meant it was probably inside the C-4. The wires were the only options. To be honest,
this was a mess. Great... how the hell was he going to get thr—

“Kitty kat... I—just in case I fail. I love you and Kota more than anything in his world.”
Izuku placed the phone on the ground, putting it on speaker. “I didn’t think my dreams of
being with you would come true and I didn’t think I needed a son to go with it.”
 “Don’t... you’re not saying goodbye, Zu.”

Izuku bit his tongue. Fresh tears were already pooling in his eyes, and they had an entirely
different meaning. “I just love you so much.”

“Then fucking stop the bomb! Don’t fucking act like you’re leaving me! We’re a
motherfucking team!” Katsuki shouted into the phone, “If you had a hero license, we’d be a
damn hero duo! But it doesn’t fucking matter because we’re our own damn duo! We’re the
fucking Wonder Duo.

“You are a fucking hero, Deku. No one can take that away from you.”

Izuku let the words soak through his skin and into his blood to travel straight to his core.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his Ground Zero pocketknife and flipped the blade
open. “Rule number one, never cut the red wire.” Izuku joked. He pinched the purple and
blue in his fingers and brought the blade close to the wires. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Katsuki whispered.

It was now or they all blew up.

Izuku sucked his lower lip between his teeth and bit down as he swiped the knife through the
wires at the same time. He squeezed his eyes shut preparing for impact.

Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter 25
Chapter Summary

This is alternate ending number one. Chapter 26 does include Mpreg, if you do not like
that please end the story here.

If you do choose to end the story here, I love you and thank you for coming on this
crazy ride with me.

I couldn't have done it without your love and support

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“Zuku?”

Oh.

Forcing his eyes open, he looked at the bomb laughing at him before he turned his head and
looked at the timer on his phone. 16:00. The time didn’t move. “I-I... I did it.” Izuku
murmured. He could have died but he did it.

"Can you not do this shit ag—”

The ground rumbled below his feet. Oh no. Muscular was waiting for him outside and that
meant people were in danger. “Call you back!” Izuku hung up on his boyfriend’s protests and
slipped it into his back pocket. He was in so much trouble. Katsuki was probably going to kill
him, himself. Just a future Izuku problem. Right now, there was some crazy strong villain out
to hill him.

No big deal. He shook his head and scrambled to his feet, racing up the stairs to the first
floor.

Muscular was screaming and shouting outside the glass doors for him. “DEKU! COME OUT
AND PLAY WITH ME!” Asshole sounded pissed and...

This is where he dies.

Izuku took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “I’m not running anymore.” He stalked
forward, pushing the glass door out of his way harshly. “I’m here!”
The man turned to face him with a grin on his face. The weird eye—fake as it may be—felt
like it was peeling away a layer of skin. “There you are. I guess you are smart enough to stop
the bomb.”

“It was child’s play, honey.” Izuku sighed, rolling his eyes, “If you do things like that...
maybe make them more challenging... oh wait,” He huffed dramatically, “You probably can’t
with your pea size brain.”

The grin dropped from his lips, “I’m going to have fun killing you.” Izuku’s heart pounded in
his chest. Bile began to creep up his throat, but he pushed right back down.

“Bring it, bitch.” He spat.

Katsuki was rubbing off on him way too much.

Muscular charged straight for him. Damn the bastard wouldn’t even hold back a little bit.
Muscle broke away from his body and rewrapped around himself. The muscles bulged and
grew. Yup. This is where he dies. All Might was right all those years ago... he couldn’t be a
hero without a quirk.

Izuku closed his eyes and waited for death to greet him.

..

But it never came.

“You messed with the wrong person, asshole.” Izuku slowly opened his eyes and found
heroes in front of him. Kirishima hardened his skin, crouching in front of him. The rest of the
Bakusquad surrounded him creating a wall of protection. Mina gave him a quick smile of
reassurance.

“And you pissed off the angry one!” Denki shouted.

That’s when he heard the faint explosion in the distance. Ground Zero was coming at full
speed and that meant full power.

“Time to go, problem child.” That was the only warning he got as a strong cloth wrapped
around his waist and he was yanked into the underground hero’s arms. “Do you know you’re
supposed to run from danger? Or did you forget?” He deadpanned.

Izuku squeaked and gripped onto the hero’s shoulders. Katsuki dropped down in front of
Muscular with a large explosion. The cloud of smoke was too thick to see through, but he
already knew Katsuki wasn’t waiting. Another explosion rang through the streets, shaking the
windows and structures of buildings.

That was his fiancé, doing what he loved. Kicking the villain’s ass.

Ya know what he hated more than not having a quirk?

Hospitals.

God just the smell sent his stomach turning.

Izuku groaned loudly as he tossed and turned against the stiff mattress. “I wanna go
hooooooome!” Aizawa gave him a dry look before turning back to the pile of papers he was
grading. “Kachan won’t know—”

“It doesn’t matter if your fiancé knows you left or not, problem child.” Aizawa stated, “The
doctors haven’t discharged you and you went to something traumatic.” He swore he heard
something about acting like a toddler, but he chose not to ask.

“It’s not my first time! I’m fine!” Izuku protested. The underground hero ignored him.
“Hmph!” He huffed loudly, folding his arms over his chest in a pout. “I’m gonna run.”

“And I will drag you back like the problem child you are.” Aizawa sighed tiredly. “Make it
easier for both of us and just stay in bed.”

The second Eraserhead got him away from the villain, he demanded to see Kota.
Unfortunately for him, he was in UA with Present Mic and Midnight under lock down. And
after the threat of sedation, he sat in the bed like a good boy.

Katsuki was busy with cleaning up Muscular’s mess after he defeated him. It wasn’t like he
was worried about his future husband fighting some crazy guy that can build muscles on top
of muscles. What really didn’t help was the fight being all over the news and internet.

GROUND ZERO FIGHT TO PROTECT THE ONE HE LOVES.

By the end of the fight, Katsuki was shirtless and bleeding, but he threw his fist in the air.
The hand and forearm looked broken and painful, but the smirk of victory didn’t falter. He
won. Muscular was gone. Izuku was fine. Kota was safe.

Everything was alright

Izuku watched the news change back to the anchor, “Now I just got word from our crew on
the ground. Dispatcher Izuku Midoriya or as we know him, Deku received a call from the
villain during his shift where he was informed of a bomb in the basement of the call center.

“The dispatcher got everyone out of the building and disabled the bomb himself. That man
is a true hero.”
 “Mr. Midoriya, I have your blood work back.” The doctor said as she entered the room.
“Everything is perfect! Just relax for a little bit. Disabling a bomb isn’t easy on your stress
levels or heart for that matter.” Izuku nodded a tiny bit. “Oh, and Mrs. Bakugo told me to
inform you that Ground Zero is headed up to surgery.” The heart monitor spiked instantly
next to the head of the bed. The doctor’s dark eyes glanced at it then back at him. “He’s going
to be fine. His right arm got a bit beat up in the battle this afternoon but we have the best
surgeons here.”

“When can I see him?” He whispered softly, gripping the blanket so tightly that his hands
began to ache. “I wanna see—”

“Unfortunately, he can only have immediate family in his room.” And with that the doctor
ended the conversation by leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Well, she needed some sunshine.

Izuku laid back on the bed, closing his eyes as he focused on the rapid beeping of his heart on
the monitor.

“Alright, problem child. It’s almost dinner time and Zashi would have my head if he knew
I sat here eating jelly packets.”

“I’ll come g-get Kou—”

“No. You will stay in the hospital until you have discharge paperwork in your hands.”
Aizawa flashed his red eyes, glaring at him. “The only way you can get your son back is an
exchange of those papers.”

Izuku deflated with a pout on his lips. “Rude. That’s kidnapping.”

“I’m a pro hero, good luck.”

Right before Aizawa was about to head out the door, he said he’d keep Kota for the night
since and he quotes, “He already stole Bastard and is drooling on my couch. He’s staying.”
Like hell he was going to argue with that man.

Izuku stared down at the phone in his lap mocking him. Kirishima and Mitsuki texted him
letting him know that Katsuki was out of surgery on his arm and sleeping off the drugs. That
alone was a gift from God. He really didn’t think he could face the wrath of his fiancé... for
hanging up on him.

Hours slowly dragged on into the night, Izuku just stared at the minutes tick by until his
phone hit 09:56.

And now he had another problem.

Izuku knew his dad’s schedule by heart even oceans away. That man woke up every Saturday
morning and went out for a run with his dog Spike then it was morning coffee with a simple
eggs benedict breakfast and finally, his father picked up the phone to check the world news.
The clock flipped to nine am in New York... and now all he had to do was wait. Phone call
meant he wasn’t dead yet but if his dad FaceTimed him...

Consider him in a grave.

10:17pm

Incoming FaceTime—Dad

“UGH!” He groaned way too loudly for ten PM at night. Swiping the green bar across the
screen, he was met with a very angry face. “Uh... hey dad...” He said sheepishly, running a
hand through the front of his curls. “How was your morning?”

Hisashi narrowed his jade eyes at him, “Want to explain what Dispatcher Deku was doing
with a bomb?”

“Oh! You know that Deku! He was having a lovely picnic and—”

“Cut the crap, Izuku.” Oh shit. First names were coming in hot tonight. “I can’t even
ground you since you already did it.” The green haired man sighed, “Can you please stop
just running into danger? You’re going to give me a heart attack! I already have Minnie up
my butt about my breakfast choice.”

“As Kachan would say, that’s not a well balanced breakfast.” Izuku mumbled. “At least
Minnie doesn’t take it from you.”

Hisashi laughed a little, “She’s close, son.” A long pause of silence sat between them. Izuku
knew what his father was wanting to ask... he wanted him to ask because he didn’t have the
nerves to say it himself. “I heard it was in a basement.”

“Mhmm...” He hummed lightly, picking at the string on the white blanket.

“And you went into that basement.”

“Mhmmmm...” He hummed again. “I faced my fears.”

Hisashi furrowed his brows and brought the phone a little closer to his face, “Do you feel
better?”

“I... do.” He said, honestly. “I’ll be needing to see Hound Dog every other day—if not every
day—for a while but I do feel lighter. Sixteen years of trauma has been lifted from my
shoulders.”

“You don’t have to tell me, son.”

“But I do.” Izuku let the words fall from his lips. He told his dad every last detail. From the
moment he was kidnapped to the moment his dad cried into his curls. By the end of it, Izuku
was crying again. Taking off his glasses, he wiped eyes, and he swore he heard his dad
sniffling on the other end. “...”
 “What?!”

Izuku froze with one fist still covering his eye. “Uh... nothing.” Hisashi cleared his throat.
That was warning one. Warning two was his name. “I...” He pursed his lips. Nope. Nothing
will break him.

“Izuku...”

“I... I’m sorry I-I didn’t tell you about t-those months.” Tears pricked painfully in his eyes,
“I-I wanted to b-but you c-cried! Y-You—I couldn’t!”

Hisashi frowned at him, “Izu... it’s fine, sport. I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me.” He said,
“I was worried about you. I didn’t want you to suffer alone but I didn’t want to push you
either.” A sad smile fell on his dad’s lips. “You always went to your mother. Any time you got
hurt you always went to mom. Never me.

“So, I... didn’t really know what to do. Hound Dog gave me books and a bunch of just crap,
but nothing worked. You were protecting me, weren't you?” Izuku nodded a little and pulled
the rough blanket up to his nose. “Champ... I’m your dad. I’m here to protect you.”

“B-But—”

“No buts.” Hisashi shook his head, “You are my son and I will protect you.”

Izuku and his dad talked about the past years.

They cried together.

They healed together.

They moved on together.

“Alright, champ.” Hisashi smiled wetly, wiping the last of his tears from his red rimmed
eyes. “You got to bed and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Maybe you can fly out soon, Minnie
wants to see you.”

Izuku nodded against the pillow, ingoring the pinching on his temple from his glasses. “O-
Okay, dad. I-I'll see what I can do.”

The phone screen when black after a tearful goodbye.

“I-I want to Kachan.” He whispered to himself. After unhooking himself from the
monitors, he hugged his pillow to his chest as he pushed himself out of bed. It felt like his
feet were moving on his own. Thankfully, the hospital was pretty quiet so he sneaked up two
floors and into his fiancé's room.

Katsuki looked like Sleeping Beauty.

It was one of his favorite Katsuki’s to fondly stare at—not in a creepy way or anything. “He’s
so cute when he’s sleeping.” Like a little baby angel. Padding his bare feet across the floor, he
 stared down at his right arm that was propped on a fluffy pillow. Izuku rounded the bed to the
left side and carefully climbed in next to him. “Need you.”

The blonde grunted slightly as he laid his head on his chest, glasses slipping onto the ugly
hospital gown. Izuku sighed in content, snuggling as close as he could get.

So warm...

Chapter End Notes

Welp, I changed it, fixed it, whatever you would like to call it.

I just want to point out that I was on the fence about making Izuku pregnant in this fic. I
don't plan out my fics... each chapter is unplanned and pretty much I just wing it.

So... yeah I don't know if I can really continue this as long as I would have liked.
 Chapter 26
Chapter Summary

THE OG CHAPTER 25

If you want to see Izuku pregnant and Kota being a big brother and Kats being the best
papa ever! You're in the right place.

The story continues....

RG 👑
Chapter Notes

So, if you don't like Mpreg. Please from the lord above stop here.

After everything that happened yesterday, I let a comment get to me (probably due to
my lack of sleep and we won't talk about it) but with the 140+ riot in the last comment
I'm doing an alternative ending for those who find it uncomfortable or just flat out don't
like it. I get it. I can't do MCD but if it's not tagged, I just close the tab.

I have soooo much planned and it feels wrong for Izuku not to be pregnant. Baby Cakes
would end at chapter 25 if I left it the way I rewrote it.

That being said, if you DO NOT like MPREG please go back a chapter.

Baby Walnut here we fucking come.

RG Out 👑

“Zuku?”

Oh.

Forcing his eyes open, he looked at the bomb laughing at him before he turned his head and
looked at the timer on his phone. 16:00. The time didn’t move. “I-I... I did it.” Izuku
murmured. He could have died but he did it.

"Can you not do this shit ag—”

The ground rumbled below his feet. Oh no. Muscular was waiting for him outside and that
meant people were in danger. “Call you back!” Izuku hung up on his boyfriend’s protests and
slipped it into his back pocket. He was in so much trouble. Katsuki was probably going to kill
him, himself. Just a future Izuku problem. Right now there was some crazy strong villain out
to hill him.

No big deal. He shook his head and scrambled to his feet, racing up the stairs to the first
floor.

Muscular was screaming and shouting outside the glass doors for him. “DEKU! COME OUT
AND PLAY WITH ME!” Asshole sounded pissed and...

This is where he dies.

Izuku took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “I’m not running anymore.” He stalked
forward, pushing the glass door out of his way harshly. “I’m here!”

The man turned to face him with a grin on his face. The weird eye—fake as it may be—felt
like it was peeling away a layer of skin. “There you are. I guess you are smart enough to stop
the bomb.”

“It was child’s play, honey.” Izuku sighed, rolling his eyes, “If you do things like that...
maybe make them more challenging... oh wait,” He huffed dramatically, “You probably can’t
with your pea size brain.”

The grin dropped from his lips, “I’m going to have fun killing you.” Izuku’s heart pounded in
his chest. Bile began to creep up his throat, but he pushed right back down.

“Bring it, bitch.” He spat.

Katsuki was rubbing off on him way too much.

Muscular charged straight for him. Damn the bastard wouldn’t even hold back a little bit.
Muscle broke away from his body and rewrapped around himself. The muscles bulged and
grew. Yup. This is where he dies. All Might was right all those years ago... he couldn’t be a
hero without a quirk.

Izuku closed his eyes and waited for death to greet him.

..

But it never came.

“You messed with the wrong person, asshole.” Izuku slowly opened his eyes and found
heroes in front of him. Kirishima hardened his skin, crouching in front of him. The rest of the
Bakusquad surrounded him creating a wall of protection. Mina gave him a quick smile of
reassurance.

“And you pissed off the angry one!” Denki shouted.

That’s when he heard the faint explosion in the distance. Ground Zero was coming at full
speed and that meant full power.

“Time to go, problem child.” That was the only warning he got as a strong cloth wrapped
around his waist and he was yanked into the underground hero’s arms. “Do you know you’re
supposed to run from danger? Or did you forget?” He deadpanned.

Izuku squeaked and gripped onto the hero’s shoulders. Katsuki dropped down in front of
Muscular with a large explosion. The cloud of smoke was too thick to see through, but he
already knew Katsuki wasn’t waiting. Another explosion rang through the streets, shaking the
windows and structures of buildings.

That was his fiancé, doing what he loved. Kicking the villain’s ass.

Ya know what he hated more than not having a quirk?

Hospitals.

God just the smell sent his stomach turning.

Izuku groaned loudly as he tossed and turned against the stiff mattress. “I wanna go
hooooooome!” Aizawa gave him a dry look before turning back to the pile of papers he was
grading. “Kachan won’t know—”

“It doesn’t matter if your fiancé knows you left or not, problem child.” Aizawa stated,
“The doctors haven’t discharged you and you went to something traumatic.” He swore he
heard something about acting like a toddler, but he chose not to ask.

“It’s not my first time! I’m fine!” Izuku protested. The underground hero ignored him.
“Hmph!” He huffed loudly, folding his arms over his chest in a pout. “I’m gonna run.”

“And I will drag you back like the problem child you are.” Aizawa sighed tiredly. “Make it
easier for both of us and just stay in bed.”

The second Eraserhead got him away from the villain, he demanded to see Kota.
Unfortunately for him, he was in UA with Present Mic and Midnight under lock down. And
after the threat of sedation, he sat in the bed like a good boy.

Katsuki was busy with cleaning up Muscular’s mess after he defeated him. It wasn’t like he
was worried about his future husband fighting some crazy guy that can build muscles on top
of muscles. What really didn’t help was the fight being all over the news and internet.

GROUND ZERO FIGHT TO PROTECT THE ONE HE LOVES.

By the end of the fight, Katsuki was shirtless and bleeding, but he threw his fist in the air.
The hand and forearm looked broken and painful, but the smirk of victory didn’t falter. He
won. Muscular was gone. Izuku was fine. Kota was safe.

Everything was alright.

Izuku watched the news change back to the anchor, “Now I just got word from our crew on
the ground. Dispatcher Izuku Midoriya or as we know him, Deku received a call from the
villain during his shift where he was informed of a bomb in the basement of the call center.

“The dispatcher got everyone out of the building and disabled the bomb himself. That man
is a true hero.”

“Mr. Midoriya, I have your blood work back.” The doctor said as she entered the room.
She wasn’t alone this time. There was a male nurse in pink scrubs and another doctor he’s
never met before. She sat down on the stool and wheeled herself to the railing of his bed,
holding the tablet in one hand. “Everything checked out great.”

There was a but... there was always a but with him. He’s healthy but quirkless. He can move
and use his arms but he’ll have chronic pain. He is mentally stable but that comes with
surprise panic attacks.

“But there were a few things that popped up.” Her brown eyes glanced over to the
underground hero behind him.

“He’s fine.” Izuku insisted. He really just wanted to get the doctor to spit it out.

“This may come as a shock, but you are pregnant.”

Izuku stared at her, waiting for the punch line but all he received was silence. “T-That’s really
fun, doctor.” He laughed humorously. “If you didn’t know, I’m a guy. Dude. Boy. Man. I
don’t have those parts.” Izuku’s scarred hands shook as they went to the button of his jeans,
“I-I can prove it! I have a dick!”

“No need to show us.” The other doctor waved a hand in the air, dismissing him. “A
couple months ago you ran out of your building to go save the little boy... and you bumped
into me. I was so startled that I accidentally used my quirk on you.”

What. The. Fuck.

“W-What’s your q-quirk?”

The woman forced a smile on her lips, “I help same sex couples or those who struggle to
conceive. It has two ways of working, one I touch both individuals and then touch the one
that would like to carry the baby or on the rare side, sometimes couples want to surprise the
other, they will come alone and as long as they exchange DNA within two days that person
can become pregnant.

“There also has to be a strong love connection from both parties to work.”
Well, he was fucked.

Izuku didn’t think he could love Katsuki anymore than he already did. “S-So... you’re saying
I h-have a baby grow—” The word wouldn’t leave his lips. All the stress and danger were
crashing down on him. “Is the—”

“I think he wants to know if the baby is alright.” Aizawa said, patting his head lightly, “Do
it quickly please.”

The male nurse pulled a machine over to the bed that Izuku missed when they entered the
room, “Well why don’t we see this baby?”

“I-I have a penis.”

Aizawa sighed, patting his head again, “I think we’re past that, problem child.” Well, he
wasn’t past it! He was still trying to wrap his big brain around the idea of a baby growing
inside of him! A human! A tiny baby Kachan.

Okay that made it not so bad

But still! Holy shit!

He was carrying Katsuki’s baby!

“Just lay back and we’ll check on this baby.” The doctor gave him a warm smile. Someone
forced his back gently onto the bed when he didn’t move and the nurse gently rolled up the
hem of his shirt exposing his abdomen. “It’s going to be a little cold.” It was the only warning
he got before ice cold gel was squirted onto his stomach. Izuku flinched harshly. “Aw, you’re
already showing a little.”

Izuku pouted a little. Him being pregnant explained so much. From the weight gain to crying
all the fricking time. It all made perfect sense. “I thought it was Kachan’s real food just
making me fat.”

“Are they well balanced meals?”

“... yes. He won’t let me eat frozen foods or take out anymore! Damn health junkie.” The
doctor just laughed and pulled the wand from the stand. “S-Shouldn’t uh Kachan be h-here?”

“That’s up to you but with all the stress and you not knowing for so long it’s best we at
least check. We don’t have to see the gender or anything.” She smiled patiently. Izuku nodded
a tiny bit after a moment. “Let’s see what we have.” The wand pressed into the glob of gel on
stomach, spreading it around. The doctor hummed softly as she watched the screen, “I’m
going to take some pictures and measurements so see how far along you are.”

Izuku started at the ceiling as he let his mind wander. If it was that day with Kota... then that
was four months ago. Could he really have been pregnant that whole time and not know?
Winnie just had a baby and she was sicker than a dog. Puking all the time. Heart burn and
mood swings. Okay... he had the mood swings but he mostly just cried.
Fuck! That’s why when he looks at Katsuki or Kota, he almost starts bawling his eyes out.

“Yup. Four months right on track.” The doctor said, interrupting his thoughts. “Perfectly
healthy baby.”

“A-All ten fingers?”

“Yuppers!”

“And ten toes?”

She nodded and pointed to the screen. “And a cute little head and body to go with them. Now
we’ll need to set up appointments and get you some vitamins. Keep eating those healthy
meals, okay?” Izuku nodded dumbly. “Water too, Midoriya.”

“So no redbulls?” He pouted cutely.

“Nope.” She said with a pop of the p. “Too much sugar and caffeine.”

That’s stupid. Water is so yucky.

Once the doctor left the nurse went over his new appointments and what to expect of
pregnancy. Izuku almost laughed when the guy said he needed to try to be low stress and get
plenty of rest. Low stress? Did he forget who his fiancé was or what he does for a living?

Aizawa said he’d keep Kota for the night since and he quotes, “He already stole Bastard and
is drooling on my couch. He’s staying.” Like hell he was going to argue with that man.

Izuku stared down at the phone in his lap mocking him. Kirishima and Mitsuki texted him
letting him know that Katsuki was out of surgery on his arm and sleeping off the drugs. That
alone was a gift from good.

But now he had another problem.

Izuku knew his dad’s schedule by heart even oceans away. That man woke up every Saturday
morning and went out for a run with his dog Spike then it was morning coffee with a simple
eggs benedict breakfast and finally, his father picked up the phone to check the world news.

The clock flipped to nine am in New York... and now all he had to do was wait. Phone call
was he’s not dead yet but if his dad FaceTimed him...

Consider him in a grave.

10:17pm

Incoming FaceTime—Dad

“UGH!” He groaned way too loudly for ten PM at night. Swiping the green bar across the
screen, he was met with a very angry face. “Uh... hey dad...” He said sheepishly, running a
hand through the front of his curls. “How was your morning?”
Hisashi narrowed his jade eyes at him, “Want to explain what Dispatcher Deku was doing
with a bomb?”

“Oh! You know that Deku! He was having a lovely picnic and—”

“Cut the crap, Izuku.” Oh shit. First names were coming in hot tonight. “I can’t even
ground you since you already did it.” The green haired man sighed, “Can you please stop
just running into danger? You’re going to give me a heart attack! I already have Minnie up
my butt about my breakfast choice.”

“As Kachan would say, that’s not a well balanced breakfast.” Izuku mumbled. “At least
Minnie doesn’t take it from you.”

Hisashi laughed a little, “She’s close, son.” A long pause of silence sat between them. Izuku
knew what his father was wanting to ask... he wanted him to ask because he didn’t have the
nerves to say it himself. “I heard it was in a basement.”

“Mhmm...” He hummed lightly, picking at the string on the white blanket.

“And you went into that basement.”

“Mhmmmm...” He hummed again. “I faced my fears.”

Hisashi furrowed his brows and brought the phone a little closer to his face, “Do you feel
better?”

“I... do.” He said, honestly. “I’ll be needing to see Hound Dog every other day—if not
every day—for a while but I do feel lighter. Sixteen years of trauma has been lifted from my
shoulders.”

“You don’t have to tell me, son.”

“But I do.” Izuku let the words fall from his lips. He told his dad every last detail. From the
moment he was kidnapped to the moment his dad cried into his curls. By the end of it, Izuku
was crying again. Taking off his glasses, he wiped eyes, and he swore he heard his dad
sniffling on the other end. “Damn this baby.”

“What?!”

Izuku froze with one fist still covering his eye. “Uh... nothing.” Hisashi cleared his throat.
That was warning one. Warning two was his name. “I...” He pursed his lips. Nope. Nothing
will break him.

“Izuku...”

“I’m pregnant!” He blurted, “I’m four months pregnant because of some lady’s quirk a-and
Kachan just got out of surgery a-and I-I didn’t know! I didn’t know!”

His dad must have pulled it together before he could, “I’m calling in backup. Just breathe.”
Oh, no one needed to worry about that! He was breathing, eating, sleeping and drinking all
while growing a baby!
 Chapter 27

During his father's stories, Izuku clung tightly to the blanket as he heard about villains he has
fought since returning home. Despite the hard mattress, he managed to slow his breathing and
relax as much as he could. Spike barked happily, wagging his tail anytime he spoke.

“You should sleep.” His dad said softly,

“P-Please? A little longer?” Izuku made sure to bat his eyelashes and sport a cute pout on
his lips. His dad could never say no to his puppy dog eyes.

Hisashi shook his head slightly, smiling. “I can’t believe you’re making me a grandpa. I’m
too young for this.”

“You’re ancient.” He murmured playfully, “Like a mummy.”

“It’s probably all the grey hairs and mini heart attacks you keep giving me.” Well, he
wasn’t wrong. “You got a picture of this grandbaby?”

Izuku lifted the blanket, peering into the darkness. It didn't even occur to him to fix his shirt
after the ultrasound. It was impossible for him to stop looking down to see if the bump was
still there. Next to his tiny bare bump was the ultrasound picture of his baby’s head and nose.
“The baby looks like a walnut.”

“A walnut? Really?”

Somewhere in his dad’s apartment a door shut loudly, “Honey? Where are you?” Minnie
called, “You missed our lunch date!”

“Shit.” Hisashi swore under his breath, a tiny string of smoke escaped his lips.

Izuku giggled a little, “Oooo I’m telling Minnie you said a bad word.” Jade eyes glared down
at him through the phone. “Minnie!! MINNIE!”

“Is that my Izuku baby!?” Minnie squealed with a gasp. “There you are!” Minnie always
looked so different outside of being a commissioner. Her black hair was normally braided or
thrown up in a messy bun—like today—and her eyes seemed to soften into a light sky blue.
“Are you in a hospital?”

“Noooooo...”

Hisashi have him a dry look, “Muscular planted a bomb for Izuku to disarm and then my son
decided that facing the villain head on was a good idea all while he’s carrying my
grandchild.”

Minnie’s jaw hit the floor. “Wait! Grandchild!?” She looked between the two Midoriyas then
her eyes narrowed on him. “What’s going on.” Izuku explained the woman’s quirk and when
it took place with all the details in between. By the end, Minnie had her phone in her hand,
thumbs typing rapidly over the screen. “She should have told you. Found you! You’re all over
the internet!”

Oh, goodie, another bomb for him to defuse.

“Well, if he’s grandpa then you have to be Mimi.” The woman dropped her phone and took
the phone from her boyfriend’s hands,

“Zukie...”

Izuku smiled with tears pooling in his eyes, “R-Right? I-If you tell me n-no I’m going to c-
cry...”

“You’re already crying.” His dad pointed out.

Minnie smacked his arm, “Okay sweetie. I’ll be whatever you want me to be just no tears.
The baby won’t like them unless they’re happy tears.”

Izuku nodded a little, snuggling back down into the blanket. Tears streamed down his cheeks
as his free hand laid on his small bump. “I... need to tell Kachan.”

“Oh fuck. He’s going to explode.” Hisashi groaned.

“Language!” Minnie scolded and smacked him on the arm.

A warm hand raked through his knotted curls. He sighed happily, moving closer to the hand
touching him. “K-Kachan?” He whispered sleepily.

“Nope, greenbean.”

He forced his lids to peel back from his eyes and found a blurry figure above him. If it wasn’t
for the bright purple hair, he wouldn’t have known. “Je-Jessica?” The soft tips of her fingers
lightly rubbed down the bridge of his nose. His eyes instantly fluttered closed, sinking into
the familiar touches. “Dad?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed, “He has a big mission to go on in a few days and Minnie is super
slammed with just her work so he asked me to come.” Jessica’s fingers gently scratched
against his skull, sending shivers down his spine. “The nurse came in a little bit ago and said
breakfast will be here in a bit.”

“Walnut needs to eat.” He mumbled.

“That’s what the nurse said when I tried to tell her to fuck off.” He could hear the eye roll
in her tone, “Pushy bitch. I requested a new nurse, if she comes back in here, I'm going to
fight her.”

Just like the time she almost beat another mom who just stood there and let her son punch
him in the face. Jessica may seem all nice, but that woman can pack a serious punch. Which
is why she was the one hired as his nanny. Well, and she could instantly calm down his panic
attacks thanks to her quirk. Soothe is what she named it. A simple touch from her fingers and
he melted into a puddle.

“Kachan...” Izuku wanted to break free of the room and go find his fiancé somewhere, but
his bones didn’t seem to be there.

Jessica hummed lightly, “Red Riot came in a few hours ago stating that when you wake up to
come room 733. Something about, ‘Ground Zero is about to blow up the hospital if he
doesn’t have Mido in his room soon.’”

That’s my Kachan.

“How about we blow this popsicle stand and make a break for it?” Izuku nodded against
her stomach, “I wanna meet this hero of yours that knocked you up.”

“No telling.”

“Ugh! You are no fun.”

Jessica slowly pulled herself out from under him and helped him out of bed. He hadn’t been
this relaxed in a while. But all he wanted was to relax with his Kachan and then go home to
his son. Izuku hummed lightly as his body was forced to move at a pace faster than his brain
could process.

“God, you’re heavy.”

Izuku smiled tiredly, “It the baby...” Jessica laughed and forced him to keep moving.
“Glasses?”

“In my purse, greenbean.”

“Otay.”

He just kept his eyes closed letting his former nanny guide him to Katsuki’s room. His heart
almost skipped a beat when the elevator dinged, and he knew he was in the right place.

“HE’S MY FUCKING FIANCE YOU IDIOTS! HE SHOULD BE UP HERE WITH ME

NOT DOWN THERE ALONE! LET ME THE FUCK GO FUCKERS! GET THE FUCK
AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT DAMN NEEDLE STUPID BITCH!”

Izuku frowned a bit, “Kachan’s angry.” No, angry wasn’t the right word to describe this. He
was livid. Pissed beyond recognition.

“Come on, chubby.” Jessica pulled him faster down the hallway. He’ll remember that
nickname later but right now he had to deal with the explosive hero.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! EIJIRO! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! I SWEAR TO
MOTHERFUCKING—”
 “Don’t you dare sedate him!” Jessica snapped coldly, “Zero, shut up or I’ll take him back
to his room.” Uh. She can try. When Izuku opened his eyes again, he found that his glasses
had been slid into place on his nose.

Red met green.

Izuku’s heart shattered into pieces at the sight of his fiancé. It was obvious that Katsuki was a
complete wreck. “You’re hurting him.” Before he could stop himself, he pushed away from
Jessica and stumbled over to the nurse holding the needle just inches from Katsuki’s casted
arm. “Get out before I stick that in your ass.” Izuku shoved his way between the small space
that the nurse gave him. “Red Riot, go.” He said without looking at the hero, “Everyone out.”

Katsuki stared up at him. “I said, get out!” Footsteps shuffled across the tile floor and the
door quietly shut behind them. Dang, Soothe really wiped him out. “Hey handsome.” Izuku
pushed the blonde spikes from his eyes, “Missed you.”

“Get on me.” Katsuki choked out. The tears that had settled in his scarlet eyes finally
leaked from the corners of his eyes. “N-Need you.”

Izuku carefully avoided his arm as he climbed onto the bed and laid directly on his chest.
“Let it out, Kachan, let it all out.” The arm around his waist kept him from moving. The
greenette wanted to just tell him about the tiny baby walnut growing inside of him but the
heart wrenching sobs coming from Katsuki’s lips were enough to shut him down.

Izuku lightly drew hearts on his peck, whispering little sweet nothings as Katsuki got out
what he needed to. It felt likes hours but it was maybe only one before the blonde under him
sucked in a deep breath and a hard tug came at his curls.

Lifting his head, he found a pair of bright red eyes staring at him. “You ever do something
that reckless again... and I’ll put you under house arrest where you will become my perfect
little housewife.”

Izuku stuck out his lower lip cutely, “I don’t wanna be a housewife.”

“Then promise me. Promise me, Izuku, that you won’t ever do something like that again.”
Katsuki whispered. Every word had such emotion attached to them that Izuku almost started
crying again.

All walnut’s fault.

“I-I promise... to be less reckless.” Katsuki gave him a dry look. “What?! What if you or
Kota are in danger!?”

Katsuki stared at him then let out a heavy sigh, “Fine. I’ll fucking take it but Izuku I swear to
fucking God if you don’t tell me what’s going on or fucking hang up on me again, you will
become my housewife. I thought I fucking lost you! You hung up and nothing! I called,
texted and finally called Troll Hair!” Izuku shook his head, nudging the hand from his hair
and pushed his way up until he could nuzzle his nose against his neck. “Don’t you fucking do
that shit.”
 “Can... can we get married next week?” He whispered and pressed a kiss to the pounding
vein on his neck. “I wanna be married.”

“A week? Babe, it takes months to plan a wedding.”

“Is the great Ground Zero backing down from a challenge?” Izuku faked a gasp. “That’s a
first.”

The blonde grumbled something under his breath and carefully took his glasses off face. He’s
fallen asleep in them so many times that he barely notices them pinching his skin. If only him
and contacts could be better friends. Ha! That will never happen.

“You’re going to make me get the fucking hag involved.”

Izuku nipped at his jaw lightly, “That’s so mean to call her that.”

“Fine. Old hag.”

“Kachan!”

“What?! She’s an old hag and I’m her ungrateful brat. It’s a mother/son match made by
Satan himself.”

Dear lord, please do not let this child have Kachan’s attitude. I beg you.

“DADDDDDDDY!”

Izuku smiled brightly as the little boy bolt up from the couch as fast had he could and ran
straight for him. “Hey you!” Crouching down, he picked Kota up and smashed him right
against his chest. Oh shit. Can he still carry Kota? It should be fine... Walnut toughen up, we
got our boys to take care of and that’s a hard job sometimes.

“Y-You’re okay!” Kota wailed loudly, wrapping his arms around his neck in a chokehold.

“Of course, buddy.” Izuku promised and swayed slightly back and forth. “I’m not going
anywhere.”

Katsuki tsked at him, “Tch. Remember your promise, baby cakes.”

“PAPA!” Kota squealed and reached for him wildly, “YOU BEAT HIM! YOU BEAT THE
BIG MEANIE!”

Izuku walked backwards until he hit a firm chest. Kota wrapped one arm around the blonde’s
neck, pulling him into the hug. Katsuki’s good arm wrapped around them. “I won’t let
anyone take you two away from me and I will hurt anyone that tries.”

Tears swelled in his eyes for probably the 100th time that day. Damn it, walnut! By the time
they all got home, they were all exhausted. Katsuki ordered take out that they grabbed on the
way and all of them pulled on their pajamas and got into their bed.
Kota sat himself in his lap, wiggling his little butt into place like he was going to be there for
a very long time. Katsuki grunted lightly as he got into bed, propped up on a mountain of
pillows. His boys. These two were his boys.

“Daddy?” Kota whispered as he picked around the takeout container to hide the broccoli
he didn’t want to eat.

“What’s up, little man?”

“Is it okay... if I don’t be a hero?” The dark haired boy whispered barely loud enough for
him to hear, “I-I don’t want to be a hero.”

That was one thing about the world of quirks he couldn’t stand. Not that heroes were bad but
sometimes it felt like if you weren’t a hero, you were nothing.

Izuku glanced over at his fiancé, but he was met with a relaxed face and steady deep breaths.
“Kota, baby, you can be whatever you want to be. If you don’t want to be a hero, you don’t
have to.”

“I still wanna help people though.”

Tilting his head, he smiled softly when dark eyes found his, “And what do you want to be? A
doctor? Fireman? Policeman?”

“I wanna be a dispatcher like you, daddy.” Kota said cheerfully with a smile.

No... he didn’t sob his heart out. Nope.

 Chapter 28
Chapter Notes
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“You have that doctor’s appointment today!”

“HAH!? The fuck—”

“Don’t start with me, big guy.”

“Hobo is sick and you have to go to work! That meeting!”

Daddy groaned loudly as he shuffled through the fridge for something. “Can your mom
watch Kota?”

“Nope. She’s out of town on the wedding mission you decided to spring on all of us last
minute.”

Kota has been watching his dads go back and forth for the last fifteen minutes. Propping his
folded arms on the back of the couch, he hid his mouth in the small shield he created and
waited. He was waiting for the one sentence that he always hated to hear.

“Alright, Kota, foods in the fridge, and you have my number. Stay inside and be good while
I’m gone.

“I’ll be back in a few days.”

Sometimes Auntie came back in a few times, sometimes she was late, and he had to make
himself dinner or breakfast... sometimes he just didn’t eat.

Deku was... the best mistake he ever made.

Kota stared at the blue sticky note next to his phone. Call 119 if you need help He glanced at
the smartphone then to his workbook. His aunt got him some workbooks to give him
something to do but they were really hard. He couldn’t do the math past ten cause he ran out
of fingers.

“Well, I need help.” Kota mumbled to himself and tapped the screen, bringing it to life. He
spent the next minute unlocking the phone and dialing the number. “Probably won’t answer
cause their stupid heads.”

Not even one ring went by, and he was greeted, “119, what’s your emergency?” Kota stared
at the phone like it grew legs and started to dance. No fucking way! Someone actually
answered his call! “Hello?” The male voice came again.n

Kota pulled over the workbook, so it was front and center, “I need help with my math.”
Auntie never wanted to really help him. She’s nice about it but she comes home tired from a
long mission then has to go out again. This stupid head was probabl—

“Math!?” The man gasped loudly, “Oh my gosh! Lay it on me, little man, I’m like super
smart.”

Wait... what?

“You wanna help me?”

“Of course! You called 119 for help, right?” Kota could hear the smile in the guy’s voice
through the phone. Stupid sunshine idiot. “So, whatcha got for me, little man?”

“It’s stupid! How am I supposed to count if I don’t have enough fingers!?” He slammed his
hand down on the book, “Stupid numbers!”

The man hummed lightly, “Well, that is a good point. I mean you have toes but that’d be
really weird. Taking off socks and shoes plus they don’t bend as well.”

“See! You fucking get it!”

“Whoa there, cowboy, where did you learn to talk like that?”

“Grown up shows! I’m a man!”

The dispatcher laughed a little, “How old are you little man?”

“Five! I’m a hold damn hand!”

He whistled lowly, “Wow, you are so big! Do you have a name to go with that whole hand of
yours?” Kota snorted loudly.

“I’m Izumi Kota but you can’t call me Izumi cause it’s dumb! I only go by Kota!” A little
bit of pride swelled in his chest with the dispatcher’s next words.

“Alrighty, Kota. I’m Deku, it’s nice to meet you.” Deku said happily, “Now where are your
parents?”

Kota shrugged his shoulders, tugging on the hem of his shirt, “Dead... they died being stupid
heroes.” Stupid heroes. Heroes were so dumb! He hated heroes! Every single one of them
because being heroes took his mom and dad away from him. Auntie too!

“Soooo... are you home alone?”

“I’m home alone all the time. Auntie is a stupid hero too, so she goes out all the time, but I
got food.” Sometimes. He wanted to add.

Deku hummed again, “Well, let's get through this math of yours.” Deku was so cool! But he
would never tell him that. He was patient and listened to him! So cool! They got two pages of
math done really quick. Kota went to flip to a new page, but Deku interrupted him. “Alright
Kota, I have to go back to work and help people.”
Kota frowned deeply, staring down at the numbers counting past the ten minute mark. “Oh...
okay.” He couldn’t even hide the disappointment in his tone.

“If you need more help, call back and ask for me but not a lot, okay? My boss will be super
grumpy about it!” Deku laughed, “I can’t get in trouble, okay?”

He didn’t want Deku to get in trouble because of him.

“Whatever, stupid Deku.”

Kota slowly felt his body deflate into the soft cushions of the back of the couch the more the
two adults talked about where he was going to go for care today.

“I’ll just stay home...” He mumbled.

Izuku whirled around so fast that he almost tripped over his own feet but Katsuki caught him
with his good arm. “W-What?”

Kota shrugged a shoulder and kept his eyes trained on the floor. Where the hell was his hat?
He couldn’t hide as well without it. “I’ll stay home.” He repeated softer this time.

“No!” Izuku shouted, appalled. Looking up he found his daddy staring at him with wide
green eyes, “No! I’m not just leaving you home alone!”

“Zu-”

“No, Katsuki! He’s my baby and he’s been home alone enough!” Izuku shook his head,
curls moving wildly. “No. It’s a no, Kota.” Why was daddy so angry?

The hero ran a hand into his blonde hair, scowling. “Izuku get your ass to work and I’ll take
him with me.”

“Kachan!”

“I’ll have Shitty Hair come and watch him in the waiting room until I’m done.” Katsuki
nudged the shorter man towards the door, “Get. I’ll handle this.”

“He doesn’t like strangers!” Izuku protested and placed a hand on the blonde’s chest.
Kota’s eyes zeroed in on the bracelet that swung on his freckled wrist. Daddy never took it
off. Never. And he really liked that. Papa never took his off either.

They really loved him.

“Eijiro may be an idiot but he’s fucking good with kids. Let me handle this, please, Deku.”
Katsuki kissed his cheek softly. Izuku opened his mouth but he cut him off, “And I won’t
forget the flower appointment at two and the cake at four.”

Izuku smiled a little, glancing over at him, “You know how to reach me, little man.” Kota
nodded before sinking down onto the couch, out of sight. “I love you, handsome.” Gross.
They were kissing again. Stupid daddy!
Kota glared up at the ceiling with his arms tightly crossed over his chest. He can take care of
himself. He’s not a dumb little baby!

“Bud? You ready?” Papa asked, peeking over the back of the couch at him.

“I’m staying home, stupid papa.”

The blonde hero tilted his head to the side, raising an questioning eyebrow, “Oh, you to good
to come hang with me today? That’s only for you and daddy.”

Kota looked away quickly, his tiny body filling with anger. “I’m not a baby!”

“I never said you were.”

“So go to your stupid dumb appointments!”

His papa poked his head lightly, “Shortstack, it’s wrong for you to be left alone. It’s not safe.”
Kota glanced over at him, biting his cheek. “Daddy and I don’t want to leave you home
alone.”

“... everyone else did.”

“And Deku hated it. That’s why he didn’t mind you calling him all the time cause he knew
you were safe.” Katsuki held out his good hand and smiled, “Let’s go. Daddy’s going to meet
us later for cake.”

“You look stupid.”

The redhead gasped and fell back in his seat dramatically. “You hurt me more than Bakubro,
little guy!” Kota fidgeted in the leather chair, glancing at the door where his papa disappeared
through. “Ya know, he’ll be right back.”

"I’m not stupid!” Kota snapped.

He knew that...

Did he know that?

Everyone seemed to disappear without warning.

“You remind me a lot of Bakubro.” Kota frowned and knitted his brows together under his
red cap. “When I first met him, he wanted nothing to do with anyone. Bakugo had to be the
big bad boy who was the best.

“It was hard for him to understand that accepting people’s love and friendship wasn’t
weakness.” Kirishima smiled with his sharp teeth, “It’s not weak to show emotions or say
you need a hug.”

Kota’s frown deepened, “But...”

 “You don’t have to talk to me about it but your daddy is the better one to talk to about this.
He whipped your papa into shape.”

He turned and stared down at his red sneakers he got a few days ago. They had to be like his
daddy’s or he didn’t want them. “Is it really... is it really bad for me to stay home alone? D-
Daddy got m-mad and he n-never gets mad.”

Kirishima leaned forward, a few short red pieces of hair came loose out of the low bun sitting
against the base of his skull. “You are five, little dude, that’s a little young to be staying
home. My moms didn’t let me until I was twelve and I still had a lot of rules.”

Twelve? He was only five...

“Oh...”

“And your daddy loves you so much that he gets a little crazy about being safe. Also, he’s
crazy about your papa too.”

“Don’t call my man crazy, Shitty Hair.” Kota’s head snapped up and he jumped from the
chair. Papa stood in front of the door, rolling his shoulder of his cast free arm. “Hey
shortstack, you ready to go pick out some flowers?”

Kota nodded quickly. Papa glanced over at his friend and something flickered in his red eyes
but nothing was said. The hero walked over and picked him up, placing him on his shoulders.

“Let’s go then.”

His papa was so tall. It felt like he was on top of the world sitting on his shoulders. Kirishima
went on and on about the wedding in a few days. Something about people were calling War
Zone wanting to help make it happen.

Why did daddy want to rush it?

After papa proposed he asked Zawa what happened next, and he told him it could be a while
before the wedding actually happens...

Daddy’s been weird lately.

“Papa? Why is daddy being stupid?”

“Hah?” Papa tilted his head enough to meet his eyes before looking back to the street,
“He’s his normal sassy, happy self.”

Kota scuffed and hit his fist against the blonde spikes. “No! Daddy is being dumb!” Why
couldn’t papa see it?! “He’s crying a lot more! A—and he always has a snack!” He should
know because he helps eat those snacks. “Stupid papa is blind.”

Kirishima snorted and coughed trying to cover his laugh as Katsuki grunted, bouncing him
slightly. “I think daddy’s under a lot of stress after the last few days. Being a stupid daddy.”
Papa is dumb. I’ll just ask daddy.

Katsuki ducked down as they entered the flower shop. It was so pretty! There were so many
colors and flowers! Daddy would have liked this store.

“Ground Zero! It’s a pleasure!”

“He’s not Ground Zero! He’s my papa!” Geez! Everyone was blind around here! “Papa’s
not in his suit so he’s not Ground Zero! St—”

Katsuki bounced him a little harder this time, cutting him off. “Bakugo is fine. As my son
said I’m not in uniform so I’d appreciate if you’d just treat me as a customer.”

The young man nodded eagerly, “Of course, I’m sorry.” Kota narrowed his eyes at the
stranger who gave him a small finger wave. Slowly and carefully, he lifted his middle finger
and flipped him off in return. Stupid man. “Is this your fiancé?” He gestured to the redhead.

Wow... this man was a big stupid idiot.

“No, dumbie! That’s shark man! My daddy is so much cooler than him!” One more stupid
thing out of big idiot’s mouth and he was going to spray water in his eyes.

Kirishima chuckled, “Red Riot, actually.”

“Anyways,” Katsuki grumbled, “I’m looking for red—”

WHY IS EVERYONE SO STUPID TODAY!

“No! No! Not red, stupid papa! Yellow!”

"Daddy’s favorite color is red!”

Kota scuffed, “But daddy wants yellow! Yellow is better!” He tugged on the blonde spikes,
lightly, “He brings yellow—” Looking around the flower shop, he searched for the yellow
flowers his daddy always picks up. “Those!” He pointed at the yellow Japanese roses.
“Daddy takes those to grandma!”

There was no hesitation from the hero, “Then that’s what we’ll do.” The big idiot tried to
suggest something different, but papa put his foot down right before he was going to spray
him with water. Papa did add some weird little white flowers which he approved of.
Something about adding something to something.

Stupid adults.

Katsuki carried him out of the shop heading to the next destination. Kirishima blabbed on and
on about his own wedding he was planning in the next while. The idiots couldn’t find
whatever a venue was in the month they wanted.

The boy stifled a yawn and laid his cheek onto the soft blonde hair. He was so tired all of a
sudden. Sometimes he swore it was the way papa and daddy smelled. Papa smelled like a
 campfire but with marshmallows. Marshmallows are so good. Daddy was so different. He
smelled like a crisp morning after a nice rainy night. Maybe with a hint of forest.

He remembered when he went camping the one time before his parents died. Not a lot of it
but the smells... and those smells became his favorite.

Deku just smelled like home.

“Baby!”

Kota grumbled something as he was moved off papa’s shoulders and right to Deku’s chest.
He hummed, nuzzling his nose into the skin at the base of his neck.

Deku was his hero no matter what. His daddy and his home.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

“I love you so much.” Izuku whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly. “My little
prince.” Kota sunk into the warmth falling into a deep sleep. My daddy...

Chapter End Notes

I just love Kota so much!

And has for baby Walnut...that's going to be a secret for a while longer. 🤭
 Chapter 29
Chapter Notes

Tear warning...

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“119, what is your emergency?”

“There’s a shark! He’s biting off my husband’s leg!”

Izuku frowned a bit and started to type all the information into his computer for animal
control. “Okay, ma’am, what beach are you on?”

She sighed, “We’re on the freeway!” The what now? Izuku blinked a few times like he was
going to wake up from a weird ass dream, but he was still there at his desk every time. “Are
you sending someone?!” The woman screamed into his ear.

“Yes, I’m sending animal control and a few heroes to help.” He huffed, tapping the purple
button, “Hey dollface. I got a little problem I need some help with.”

A low grunt came into his ear followed by the love of his life, teasing him right back, “I got a
big problem you can help me with, baby.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, laying his fist on his cheek, “Listen, you. I got a shark on the main
freeway, near exit 471. Someone pissed off jaws and now jaws is hungry.”

“Why are people such fucking idiots.”

“Why does our son talk like that? Hmmm.” Izuku pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow.

Katsuki scuffed, “I don’t fucking talk like that.” Yeah, and he’s the Easter bunny. “Shitty
Hair! Your fucking cousin is on the freeway eating someone!”

Izuku would have laughed but he got hit with a sudden wave of emotions. Tears pooled in his
eyes, threatening to spill over. Baby Walnut needs to calm down! Taking off his glasses, he
pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Stop crying! He needed to stop crying!

“Oh, yes, you fucking dumbass, it’s unmanly! Jesus, fucks. You’re a dumbass.”

A small bubble of laughter broke free from his lips but it just sounded like a smile sob with
the tears clogging his throat.

“Deku? What was that?”

Izuku shook his head, “I-I’m just happy, Kachan. We get married tomorrow.” It was blissful.
Two years ago, he never thought that he’d be getting married. He never once thought about
carrying a baby or having children for that matter. Izuku swore he was going to be alone.

But here he was. His life changing for the better all thanks to Katsuki.

“Sounds like your crying, baby cakes.”

“Well, maybe I am!” He giggled wetly, rubbing his eyes roughly. No more tears. No more
tears. Baby Walnut, get it together! Maybe he just needed to get it together.

Katsuki scuffed, disgruntled, “You’re hiding something from me and I fucking know it, baby.”
The greenette stiffened. Oh shit. He shouldn’t even be surprised that Katsuki noticed.
“Shortstack asked why you’re being so weird. Crying a lot.”

“Uh, do you not know who I am?” Izuku faked a gasp. Please take the bait and don’t see
through his lies. “I’m the king of tears, mkay? Get it right, dollface or we’ll have a problem.”

“That’s why you cry all over my cock.” Katsuki snapped back, teasingly. “Got it.”

“You are a pain in my butt, Zero.” Izuku shook his head, curls shielding his glossy eyes,
“Get back to work before I call your boss.”

The hero snorted and laughed. Why was Katsuki laughing one of the most beautiful sounds?
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut. It felt like he was getting punched in the chest every second of
the day. Taking a trembling hand, he brought it to his small bump.

A gift from the heavens he didn’t know he needed.

A son he didn’t know he needed.

A man he didn’t know he needed.

Here he was a quirkless man. Him and fate never got along. Time and time again, he was
forced to deal with reality. From the small age four, Izuku knew the difference between good
and bad. No matter how much his mom hugged him, or his dad told him everything would
work out... he saw the darkness in the world.

The world is cruel.

Would he be the cause of his Walnut being born in a world with so much light... but turn it
dark without his control?

Would his baby be born quirkless in a world where quirks were dominant?

A sudden wave emotion slammed into his heart, shattering it on the spot. He would never
wish this life on anyone. Not even on his worst enemy. His baby can’t be—

“Zuku...” Izuku sucked in a big gulp of air and exhaled into a small sob. Fuck! He was
crying! “I got him Ground Zero, he just needs a minute.” Shinso said softly into his headset
before removing it from his ear. The taller man hauled him up and helped him into the empty
breakroom. Izuku couldn’t contain his sobs no matter how hard he tried. “Zuku, what’s going
on?”

Izuku bit down on his wobbly lip with a shake of his head. There was no point in worrying.
There was no point at all but for some reason his mind wouldn’t stop spiraling away from
him. “I-I’m p-pregnant an—and what if the baby—”

The lilac eyes softened, “Is born quirkless?” He nodded quickly, tears rolling down his
cheeks. “Then you show that baby how to live the best life. You be there. You love them the
same way your mom and dad loved you.” Another sob broke through his lips and his legs
couldn’t hold him anymore. Shinso quickly pulled him into his arms, supporting his weight.
“I’m going to ignore the fact you broke bro code and didn’t tell me about this baby of yours
or how for now.”

“K-Kachan doesn’t k-know...” Izuku whispered wetly into the fabric on his shoulder.

Shinso chuckled lightly, “He’s going to freak. Ha! Explode.” Shinso was his best friend for a
reason. He’s always been able to pull him from the darkness when he doesn’t know how.
“Don’t focus on the things that haven’t happened yet. This baby could have Angry’s quirk or
your dad’s, your mom’s even. And if they’re born quirkless then that’s fine too. They’ll have
an army behind them.”

“I...” He started, wiping the tears from cheeks. “I think I’m going to go home early.”

“I’ll deal with your idiot, okay?”

Shinso slipped his glasses over his eyes and ruffled his fluffy curls. He smiled up at him a
little, “He’s going to be mad.”

“Eh. I dealt with that shit in high school.” Shinso replied with a shrug, “If anything, I’ll
mute him for a while.”

Izuku felt terrible for leaving early but he also knew that he was helping no one with his
emotions. Sighing, he packed up his yellow backpack and headed for the elevator. There was
one place he wanted to go...

His feet carried him as if he was autopilot but it took him to the very place he wanted to go.
Izuku pushed the old iron gates out of his way and followed the path down to the far section
in the back. He wasn’t... he wanted to say he wasn’t sad but he was and wasn’t.

Izuku sighed softly, dropping his backpack to the ground and sitting on the slightly wet grass
in front of his mother’s gravestone. “H-Hi mama.” He looked down at his scarred hands,
lacing them together, “S-Sorry it’s been so l-long... just been busy.” Fresh tears pooled in his
emerald eyes, blurring the stone in front of him. “I-I have a son... Kota. He’s my little prince.
You would love him. I can just see you cooking all his favorites.

“I’m also getting married tomorrow.” His lips trembled as those tears finally spilled over.
The small crack in his heart opened a little wider. “Kachan is a-amazing and I-I love him so
much, mama. He’s so perfect. I-I know others think differently but dad put him through all
the right tests and he approved.”

Izuku clenched his hands together, painfully. He used that familiar pain to ground him to the
dirt. “I’m also pregnant a-and I know you’d be so mad at me for not telling K-Kachan... I
know. B-But do you think he’ll be happy?

“Kota’s a lot and he’s the number one hero! And I’m me! I’m a lot so w-what if he doesn’t
want all that! What if he—”

Izuku! Breathe, baby.

He stared at the stone with wide eyes. His mom always knew when he was panicking. He
could still remember all the times when he was four. She had to remind him to breathe when
he got too excited.

Except this time, it felt like the words for him right now.

No matter what, he loves you, baby. Nothing will ever change that.

She repeated those words when he found out he was quirkless and they had to go tell his dad.
Izuku smiled just a bit at the memory. His dad didn’t care one bit.

I don’t care if you have a quirk or not, champ. You’ll still be my son. I will support whatever
dreams you have, promise. And hey! You’re rare. You are different and that makes you
special.

Izuku spent the day sitting in the grass and just talking to his mama. With everything going
on, he felt like he’s barely been here. Next time he comes back, he’ll bring Katsuki and he
can have warm arms hold him while he pours his heart out.

As he stood, he gave his mom one last smile and slung his backpack over his shoulder, “I
love you, mama. I’ll save you a seat next to dad tomorrow.”

“Why are you being so weird, dumb daddy?”

Izuku looked up from his phone and met the dark eyes glaring at him. Katsuki did flip a tit
after he left but Shinso told him—not a total lie—that he was nerve for tomorrow and his
mom not being there was hitting him hard.

Kachan<3: I’ll see you tomorrow at the altar. I love you so fucking much and I can’t
wait for you to become Mr. Izuku Bakugo.

“What do you mean, bud?”

“You’re always crying and just weird!” Kouta shouted. “No one wants to tell me cause I’m
a kid but I’m a big kid! I’m almost six!”
 The greenette smiled, “If I tell you... can you keep it a secret from papa until tomorrow?” The
dark eyes lit up with determination. Kota nodded firmly, accepting the mission laid before
him. “So, when I went to save you—that day we first met—I ran into this woman with a
special quirk. A quirk that helps couples have babies.”

Izuku slid the chair back and stood. He smiled and lifted his shirt, “I’m carrying a baby.”
Kota stared at the small bump in awe. Slowly, he got up from his own chair and made his
way around the table. “You’re going to be a big brother.”

“Y-You... you won’t get r-rid of me?”

“No, baby, no.” Izuku knelt in front of the child and cupped his slightly chubby cheeks. “You
are my son. I would never ever get rid of you, Kota.” Maybe tomorrow had enough surprises.
“Kota, papa and I are adopting you. We signed papers after he was in the hospital... we were
going to tell you tomorrow but I think you need to know now.

“You are a permeant part of this family as Kota Bakugo, if you want it.” Neither of them
signed the last line of the paper to make it official. Izuku couldn’t do it unless Kota was
alright with it.

Kota threw himself into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck, “I want it,
daddy! I want it! Please!”

Izuku laughed a little and hugged back his son tightly. “We’re yours and you are ours.” That
night was filled with happiness—tears included. Izuku helped Kota get into pajamas and led
him to his bed. Kota snuggled into Katsuki’s pillow, holding the small frame of the
ultrasound picture he showed him after everything. He hugged it to his chest, sighing.

Kota was going to be the best big brother ever.

He smiled and walked quietly over to the bathroom, closing the door. Bath time. Izuku
always loved a good hot soak after a hard day. Well, it wasn’t that hard of a day, it was just
filled with so many emotions.

God, he was going to cry so much tomorrow.

“Tomorrow, my sweet little walnut.” He pressed his palm to his small bump, “Tomorrow
everyone will know about you.”

He felt a tiny flutter against his hand, kick starting the tears all over again.

Chapter End Notes

IT'S HAPPENING!

STAY CALM!
IT'S THE WEDDING!
 Chapter 30
Chapter Notes

How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“You look so handsome.”

Katsuki glanced down at his mother. “Don’t get all fucking sappy on me now, mom.” She
slapped his chest lightly, “Ow!”

“Oh, that didn’t even hurt!” She sighed softly, pressing her hands to his suit jacket. Her
nails ran down the fabric lightly. “I never thought I’d see the day. I worried... a lot about you
growing up like me. Hot head. Angry. Brash and finding no one that would put up with that.

“I was scared you wouldn’t find someone that saw the true you underneath that thick skull
of yours.” Katsuki opened his mouth but quickly clamped it shut. They were both shit with
words and one interruption would ruin it. “Izuku is so perfect for you. You treat him right and
make him happy.”

Katsuki nodded before wrapping his arms around the shorter woman. He pulled her into a
tight hug. “I promise, ma.”

The hug didn’t last long. They were rare and short, but he treasured them always. “Got off,
sappy! You’re father is waiting to speak with you and I have to go make sure everything is
perfect!” His mom smiled up at him and patted his cheek, “I’ll see you out there, Katsuki.”

The blonde hero nodded and watched her leave the room, closing the door with a soft click.
Today he was getting married to the man of his dreams. Izuku would walk down the aisle and
say I do. Kota would become their son, officially and legally.

What could make this any better?

“Well, don’t you look nervous.” Katsuki turned his head to find his dad with a soft smile
on his lips. “It’s a normal feeling on such a big day.”

He looked down at his hands. Sweat was pooling and dripping from his fingertips. “What...
what if I fuck it up?”

Masaru smiled warmly, “Izuku would probably laugh and you’d melt and everything would
be fine.” Gently, he took his hands and wiped a cloth across the pools of sweat. “Take a deep
breath. Calm down.”
 “D-Dad... he’s perfect.”

“I know, son, he was made for you as you were made for him.”

“Do you think—what if I—”

Masaru shook his head softly, “Katsuki, I won’t lie to you and say that marriage is perfect or
easy. It’s not. But if you work together, listen to each other and love each other. You both will
make it through, son. Izuku has the right amount of patience that fits you perfectly.” The man
chuckled, “He also won’t settle for your angry or back down.”

Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted iron on his tongue. Izuku and him just felt
like two pieces of a puzzle. His dad was right like always. The two of them just worked.
Nodding, he took the cloth from his father’s hands and clenched it between both of his.

“Bakubro!”

“Dang! He’s out shining us!”

He looked over to his two closest friends—one being his best man. Kirishima gave him a
tooth grin as he walked over to him with a yellow flower, “I got it bro! The last piece!”
Masaru carefully took the stem from Kirishima and slipped it into place on his jacket.

White wasn’t normally his color but he loved Izuku in that stupid white t shirt that said ‘t-
shirt’ so this was close enough. White with yellow that Kota picked out.

“I-I think I’m gonna throw up.” Katsuki choked out. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding and
that sound seemed to find its way to his ear drums.

Kirishima clapped a hand on his back, “Katsuki, you’re about to marry your man—Deku!”
His Deku. He was about to marry is Deku—the sassy, reckless, loving and sweet person he’s
ever met.

“Say cheese!” Denki shouted. Kirishima and his dad stepped away right before the flash of
his phone blinded him slightly. “I’ll be back!” Katsuki opened his mouth but the shorter
blonde already zipped from the room.

Kirishima took his place in front of him, smiling, “Your Deku really thought of everything.”
Katsuki watched him put what looked like a small photo into the breast pocket. “Later, you
both will look at them and remember the how nervous you both were.” Kirishima said and
patted his pocket, “He’s been crying all morning.”

The blonde sucked in a ragged breath before letting it back out slowly, “I f-forgot my vows.”

“You didn’t, bro, you’re just super nervous.”

“I’m going to fucking throw up.” He said, anxiously.

“You’re not.”
What he wasn’t going to do was cry. Nope. If he cried now, he probably wouldn’t stop. “It’s
time, Katsuki.” Mitsuki said, poking her head in. Fucking hell. Now he was going to
seriously throw up.

“I got you, Kats.” A firm arm wrapped around his shoulder. “Nothing to worry about, let’s
get you married.”

“Wow, um could you stop the water works for like four seconds?” Shinso said, handing
him yet another tissue.

“It’s the baby! It’s all Walnut’s fault!” Izuku choked out, wiping the tears from his cheeks
for who knows how many times.

Hisashi chuckled, “That’s the Midoriya’s famous gene. Crybaby. God, his mom sobbed so
bad when we got married, we had to do the vows later.”

Izuku hiccupped. “D-Dad! Mom isn’t here!” He wanted his mama. He wanted her to hold
him and tell him everything was going to be fine. “D-Dad!”

“Champ, do you really think your mom would have been any better?” His dad crouched
down in front of him, tapping his forehead, “Son, she would be so proud of you.”

Izuku choked on another sob escaping his slightly swollen lips, “R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“I-I... miss her.” He admitted quietly, “S-She won’t even g-get to meet her grandbaby.”

Hisashi smiled. Izuku swore he saw tears starting to form in his jade eyes. “She would spoil
that baby rotten. We all will but you have to get married and tell your husband you're having
his baby.”

“W-What if I trip?”

“Katsuki will catch you.”

“Izuku.”

Izuku turned his head to his best man, “Yeah Tos—” His mind went blank. Shinso’s quirk
took over his mind, waiting for instructions.

“You will pause the water works until you see Katsuki.”

He blinked a few times, pouting, “I hate when you do that.” He hated it but he felt a little
better and his eyes were finally dry enough to form a sentence without choking on tears.

Shinso rolled his lilac eyes, waving him off. “It only lasts until you see your man and then the
dam will break.”
 “I got it!” Denki shouted, waving something over his head as he entered the room. “A raw
reaction, my dude.” Shinso plucked it from his fingers and slipped the photo into his pocket.
“I’m going to get you down the aisle if I have to use my quirk. You will get married today,
Izuku.” His best friend of so many years, poked his small bump. “Don’t ruin the surprise you
planned, got it?”

Izuku forced his trembling lips into a smile, “G-Got it, Toshi.” Turning to his dad, his eyes
burned as tears tried to fight their way through Shinso’s quirk. To be honest, he felt like he
was going to pass out but the tiny flutter knocked some sense into him. “I-I’m ready, dad.”

Kota was waiting for him with the rings.

Katsuki was waiting for him to put the ring on his finger.

Baby Walnut...

Izuku hooked his arm around his dad’s and took the bouquet from his best friend. He pressed
his knuckles to his bump to settle his nerves the best he could.

Shinso led the way to the main hall of the hotel. The place was stunning and so overpriced,
but Katsuki promised it was worth every penny. He also promised to never let him see his
bank statements. Izuku glanced over his white tux with pastel yellow accents.

When he saw the flower that his dad pinned to his suit, he knew that Kota picked them out
and that started a new set of tears. These were his mom’s favorite flowers. They had to be
yellow because they reminded her of his bright smile.

I love you, mama. I hope you’re watching because I wouldn’t be the man I am today without
you. I know our time was short, but I will always treasure my time with you.

“Daddy! It’s time!” Kota bounced up and down, clearly excited. Eri stood next to him in a
pretty yellow dress with a white basket of yellow petals. Kota wore a light grey tux with the
matching yellow tie and flower on his jacket.

“It is buddy.” He smiled brightly, “Remember, no telling.”

I swear your more excited to be a big brother than I am having the baby.

Nerves.

Oh god he was nervous.

“See you out there, Zu.” Shinso gave him a slight smirk, “I’ll be ready with tissues.” Izuku
stuck his tongue out at his friend and watched him follow his son through the double doors.
Izuku swallowed thickly as he took his place next to his dad.

“I-I can’t-”

“You can, champ.” Hisashi whispered, “I’m here, Minnie is here, Mama is watching from
above and all your friends are here. Katsuki is only a few steps away.”
 “B-B-Bu—”

Hisashi chuckled and kissed his curls lightly, “Breathe, Izuku, once you see him, it will all
melt away.” And he was counting on that because his mind was racing at all the things that
could go wrong in the next few minutes.

The soft piano began to play. His heart jerked in his chest. It was time to go. It was his turn
but his feet wouldn’t move. Funny. His feet moved on his own in danger but wouldn’t go to
marry his man. A voice began to hum softly and the stringed instruments followed her lead.

How long will I love you?

As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can

How long will I need you?

As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan

“It’s time son, let’s get you married.” Hisashi took the first step, tugging him lightly along
with him. Izuku could barely get a full breath in his lungs. He swore they were getting shorter
and shorter with each step.

The grip on the bouquet became painful, pushing the stand into his stomach slightly without
realizing. “Look up Izuku.” Izuku blinked a few times and lifted his head.

How long will I be with you?

As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand

How long will I want you?

As long as you want me to
And longer by far

Red met green.

Katsuki blinked rapidly but it didn’t stop the tears from rolling down his flawless face. “F-
Fuck...” Izuku swore he heard his fiance whisper. He reached blindly for his best man’s
shoulder to keep him standing. Izuku laughed wetly as his own tears began to flow again.
Thank god he wore contacts today. It was easier to wipe his eyes. Katsuki managed to pull
himself together as he grew closer. Both of them were red in the face with fresh tears on an
endless stream.

It didn’t matter anymore.

How long will I hold you?

As long as your father told you
As long as you can
How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I may

How long will I love you?

As long as stars are above you

“Cherish him, Katsuki.” Hisashi spoke with a firm tone and handed his son off to Katsuki.

The blonde hero nodded, “I will.” He vowed and took his hand, helping him up the few steps,
“You’re crying, Zu.”

“It’s weird seeing you cry.” Izuku teased a little and handed the flowers off to Shinso. It
was a surprise to see Eraserhead of all people being the ones to marry them... but Izuku knew
that Katsuki had a special bond with his former teacher.

"We are gathered here today to witness the pure miracle of the great King Lord Murder
Ground Zero finally settling down with someone that can put up with his explosive attitude.”
Katsuki scowled at the man. “We are also gathered here today to witness a hero without a suit
and someone who is reckless beyond belief but who is the only one that can put this one in
his place. We are here to witness one of the rarest kinds of love I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Both have prepared their own vows,” Aizawa turned his gaze to Katsuki, “Katsuki...”

Katsuki jerked his chin down in a nod, his eyes locked on his, “Izuku, when we first met, I’ll
admit, you annoyed the shit out of me. You were sassy, obnoxious and stubborn. You never
would let me get my way. But that sassy, the nicknames and everything else wiggled its way
into my stone cold heart.” Izuku smiled up at him, squeezing his hands. “I-I fell in love with
your voice and when I finally met you—gross and disgusting—I fell in love all over again.

“You have made me a better person in the short time we’ve been together. You’ve given
me love, a home and a son—all things I didn’t know I needed in my life.” It was Katsuki’s
turn to give him a smile that melted his already melting heart, “I love you and I promise to be
the best husband I can be... I know I’ll do things that piss you off or make you worry

“But I promise to cherish you, protect you and stand by your side no matter what life
brings.”

Izuku sniffled and went to wipe his eyes but Katsuki’s thumb brushed the tears away. “I’m
not saying that this isn’t some fantasy I’ve had for a while. I always joked that I’d be the one
to marry Ground Zero being his number one fan and all.” The crowd laughed lightly and
Katsuki rolled his eyes with a smirk on his lips. “There was always something about you. I
wanted to know who you were behind the scowl and mask.

“You were so brash, angry and every few words were a cuss word.” Izuku giggled a little,
“You have such an amazing vocabulary.” Katsuki growled at him slightly, squeezing his
hands again. This was it. He was here about to say I do to this amazing man. “You, Katsuki,
are amazing and I couldn’t live without you in my life.

“So, I promise to cherish you.” New tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping from his chin,
“I promise to hold you when you have a rough day. I promise to keep you safe to the best of
my ability and to patch you up at the end. I p-promise you all that I can give... you deserve all
the happiness in life and I will give it to you.”

“Do you Katsuki Bakugo take Izuku Midoriya to be your husband, to have and to hold, in
sickness and in health till death do you part?” Aizawa nodded to Kota to come over with the
rings. Katsuki smiled down at the boy, taking the ring from his pillow.

“I do.” Katsuki said proudly, sliding the ring over his scarred fingers and into place on his
left hand.

“Do you Izuku Midoriya take Katsuki Bakugo to be your husband, to have and to hold, in
sickness and in health till death do you part?” Izuku leaned down and kissed Kota’s cheek
lightly before taking the ring from the pillow.

“I-I do.” He vowed, sliding the ring into place on Katsuki’s left hand. He smiled brightly
through the tears.

Aizawa cleared his throat lightly, “I now pronounce you Mr. And Mr. Katsuki Bakugo, you
—” Izuku yelped as he was jerked forward into Katsuki’s chest and dipped back to accept the
first kiss as husbands.

Katsuki poured every ounce of love into their first kiss. His lips moved softly against his and
he melted into his embrace. “I like the sound of that. Mr. Bakugo.”

“Have fun changing all my accounts.” Izuku whispered back, kissing him one last time as
he came back up. The crowd of family and friends cheered around them, tears of joy
streaming down even the rarest of cheeks. He was so going to tease Shinso about that later.

“And I announce,” Izuku started, picking up his son to hold between them, “Our son, Kota
Bakugo.”

Katsuki stared down at his left hand. Again. The metal on his skin sat heavy but in a fucking
good way. So fucking good. Kota was off running around with Eri and thankfully, Aizawa
offered to babysit them until dancing and cake time.

“Kachan!” Izuku beamed up at him, “We’re going to play a game!”

“A fucking game?”

Izuku nodded eagerly, smiling, “Come on!” A scarred hand gripped on to his, yanking him
along. “It will be so fun! All couples do it at weddings!”

Whatever makes you happen, baby.

Katsuki raised a questioning eyebrow to the two chairs facing away from each other in the
center of the dance flower. “What game is this?”

“We need to take off our shoes and trade one shoe! Then we sit back to back and Toshi will
be asking question of who is most likely or who does more and we raise the shoe that of the
person that belongs to the question.”

He chuckled lightly, toeing off his shoes and taking one of Izuku’s custom made white dress
shoes. Like fuck, he was going to where red sneakers to their wedding. Sitting down in one of
the chairs, he dropped his head back. “Love you, babe.”

“I love you too, husband!” Izuku giggled. This was the happiest he’s seen Izuku in a while.
Between Muscular and just the added stress, he’s been off but he seems to be back to his
sassy, happy self.

“Okay so we’re going to play a little game before we start the dancing and drinks and
whatever the hell else you do at a wedding.” Shinso said, speaking into the microphone. “It’s
so simple, the great Ground Zero can do it.”

“I can do fucking anything!” He spat and Izuku giggled again. Holy shit... he gets to spend
the rest of his life listening to that.

“Who is most likely to hit snooze on their alarm clock?”

Katsuki smirked, raising Izuku’s shoe into the air, “That sleepy head hates mornings.”

“Only because I have an amazing heater to keep me warm!” Izuku shot back, playfully.
Katsuki could hear the smile in his voice.

Shinso groaned, “You two are disgusting.”

“Oh! Me next!” Kirishima chuckled, “Who is most likely to get a speeding ticket?”

Izuku instantly raised his shoe into the air, “Kachan!!” He sang happily.

“Bullshit, grandpa! You just drive slow!” Even though he said that, he still raised his own
shoe. Fucker... he has had a lot of warnings over the years.

Shinso smirked, “That’s all about to change.” Huh? What the fuck he mean— “Who controls
the remote?”

Izuku raised his own shoe as Katsuki raised his own. “Nuh-uh! I control the TV! If we watch
what you want, I have nightmares!”

“Horror is fun, sweetheart.” Only cause Izuku ends up in his lap, clinging to him and he
gets to hold him for hours without asking... and a lot of teasing.

Kirishima laughed, “We all know the answer but who does most of the cooking?” Izuku
slowly raised Katsuki’s show as he shot his in the air with pride. “Bakubro is one good
cook.”
 “I can cook!”

Shinso snorted loudly, “Unless you want burnt as a flavor, I’ll be asking someone else.”
Izuku slumped in his seat, pouting.

“I like cooking for you, baby cakes. It’s relaxing.”

Izuku turned, meeting his eyes, “Really?” He nodded with a smile on his lips. “Okay, Kachan
can cook forever.”

Gladly.

“Who does the dishes?”

Izuku.

“Who’s the better dancer?”

His shoe shot into the air, “My husband is the best dancer ever!” Katsuki chuckled, raising
his own.

Kirishima grinned, “He’s got some smooth moves, man. So, whos’ the better singer?” Izuku
faltered but he knew the answer. Katsuki raised Izuku’s shoe, smirking.

“My husband can sing better than all you fucks and it’s only for me.” Izuku squeaked,
cover his face. “I’ve heard you sing to Kota and in the shower. There’s no hiding from me.”

“Who is most likely to use all the hot water?” Shinso asked smugly. Both of them raised
the other’s shoe in a tie. “Now there’s a spider crawling on the ceiling, who’s going to scream
first?”

“Kachan!” Izuku shouted and his shoe went up.

“It was one time!” He defended, “ONE!” He still raised his shoe... just a little.

“Who says I'm sorry first?”

“I do.” Katsuki said. Izuku raised his shoe with Katsuki.

“Who said I love you first?”

Izuku hesitated but he knew the answer loud and clear. Katsuki raised Izuku’s shoe, “The
nerd did. The first night we met and Izuku was sick as fuck but as I put him to bed, he
whispered it against my chest.”

“I-I did...?”

“You did, sweetheart. It caused me to go into a slight fucking panic and it took me a bit to
find the words but I love you.”
Shinso looked at Izuku and nodded, “Who do you love most in whole wide world?” Izuku
bounced in his chair and raised Katsuki’s shoe. Katsuki rolled his eyes but raised Izuku’s
shoe. “One last question, this one is important so listen carefully, between the two of you...
who is the one pregnant right now?”

Katsuki was dumbfounded.

First off, they both have dicks, and he was definitely not... Out of the corner of his eye, he
saw Izuku slowly raise his own shoe into the air. “Z-Zu—” The words got stuck in his throat
as he legit fell out of the chair. His legs weren’t going to hold him. Was this really true? Izuku
was pregnant with his... baby?

“Hey handsome.” Izuku whispered pulling him from his clouded thoughts. Looking up, he
found his favorite color eyes, smiling down at him.

“Y-You—” A small broke through his lips, “Y-You are—really?”

Izuku smiled brightly, nodding his head, “Almost five months. Kac—” Katsuki pulled him to
his chest, hugging him tightly. He buried his face into the crook of his neck to hide his fresh
tears from the crowd. “I’ll take it as you’re happy.” Katsuki nodded a little and brought his
hand down to the small bump. A tiny little... flutter? “That’s Walnut. The baby just started
kicking yesterday.”

That was the baby... his baby.

“Congratulations to the married couple!” Kirishima said happily, “Now please enjoy the
rest of your night as we celebrate not only a marriage but a new life as well!”

“Papa!! I’m going to be a big brother!” Katsuki grunted as the child threw himself at his
back. “Papa! What are you doing!”

Izuku laughed, “Papa needs a moment, okay, bud?” Katsuki soaked in every touch from his
husband, every stroke on his hair to the hand running up and down his spine.

Then it hit him.

Katsuki pulled back slightly until he found the green eyes, “You... ran—not only to disarm a
bomb but head on into a villain?! Pregnant!?”

“I-I didn’t know! How was I supposed to know?! I have a dick!” Izuku cupped his cheeks,
and pressed a deep kiss to his lips.

“You’re not—” Izuku barely let him get a breath before diving back in for more. “Fucker!
You are—” Oh, just fuck it. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Today he was going to just love his
husband, son and unborn baby.

“C-Cake?” Izuku whispered breathlessly, “Baby wants cake.”

Katsuki nipped at his freckled cheek lightly, “Then let’s get cake. “ I have a strong gut feeling
that Izuku was going to be a little shit through this pregnancy... and I’m so fucking ready to
 give him whatever he wants.

“Papa!” Katsuki was ready to catch his son this time, bringing him to his chest, “I’m going
to be a big brother! Daddy said so!”

“Yup, shortstack.”

“Daddy ate ice cream with pickles dipped in peanut butter.” Kota wrinkled his nose, “It
was yucky but he liked it!”

Katsuki fought the urge to gag, “Glad you saw that and not me.”

“Papa!”

“What?! That shit sounds nasty as fuck!”

Chapter End Notes

We made it.

FINALLY.

I hope you liked this chapter, I spent the day on it and I'm pretty proud of how it turned
out!
 Chapter 31
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Start talking, you little shit.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, fighting the corners of his lips from turning up, “Do you know how
many times I almost just blurted it out, handsome? Too many.” He stabbed his fork through
the slice of cake and brought it to his husband’s lips. It felt so good to call Katsuki his
husband. “When Kota was in trouble and I ran—”

“Into danger like an idiot with no backup—”

Izuku rolled his eyes again but continued, “Anyways! I bumped into a woman whose quirk
helps couples with fertility. She accidentally used her quick on me and I kissed you within in
that twenty four hours.”

“And... you didn’t know until last week at the hospital?”

He nodded, feeding his lover another bite of cake. “The doctor did blood work since I was
near an explosive object for a long period of time. I tried to tell them that I’m near an
explosive man,” Katsuki glared at him as he chewed, “But they said they still needed to. So,
my doctor called the other doctor and she explained it all.

“I... did try to show her I had a penis but she went into details and did any ultrasound.”
Izuku poked his small bump that was barely noticeably under his tux, “Baby Walnut.”

“You named out baby after a nut?” He deadpanned.

“Well! What else do you name them?! Walnut was cute and Kota likes it so that’s three
against one and I win.”

Katsuki scowled, “You can’t count the baby! That’s cheating!”

“Still two against one then and that means I still win.”

“Nope.” Katsuki placed his hand over his bump and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his
lips, “I fucking won. I got you, a son and now a baby on the way... I couldn’t ask for a better
life.”

Izuku—once again—got slapped in the face with tears. “Y-You can’t s-say stuff like t-that!”
He cried, smacking his chest lightly. “All I do is cry!”

“I noticed. Kota too.”

“You can’t get anything past that boy.” Izuku sighed happily as he leaned against his
husband’s chest. He inhaled his husband’s cologne, letting the familiar scent settle his heart
and relax. “Today was perfect... thank you.”

Katsuki pressed a firm kiss to his forehead. Those were one of his favorites. “You deserve the
world, baby cakes and I plan on giving it to you.” His thumb drew small circles over his
growing bump. Walnut sure did like to kick, especially if they were talking. “Only your
dumbass would get hit with a baby making quirk.”

“Worth it, handsome, so worth it.” He whispered completely honest. Though he was
shocked as hell, like someone dumped a bucket cold water on him, he was happy. Izuku
wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

An instant smile grew on his lips as his son ran over and climbed his way up their legs to sit
in his lap, “Where’s the fire, cutie?”

Kota’s cheeks were flaming bright red. He glanced behind him and Izuku followed his gaze.
Eri and Aizawa stood by the door, leading out of the reception room. “I-I—I wanna have a
sleep over with Eri!”

“No.”

Izuku covered his husband’s mouth with his hand and smiled brightly down at the boy, “Sure,
baby, you be good and mind your manners.” Kota nodded quickly, jumping off his lap. “Eri’s
his first friend his own age. Let him go.”

The blonde growled behind his hand but watched the two kids leave, holding hands. “Fuck.”
Before he could find the words to ask what. A soft cloth ran over his cheeks, wiping away the
tears that shed without warning. “You and those tears, baby boy. I don’t know what I’m going
to do with you.”

“I-It’s the baby!”

Katsuki’s lips tugged up into a deadly smirk, “Let’s go home and I’ll give you something
really to cry about.”

A shiver ran down his spine... and he nodded.

"Best honeymoon ever." Izuku whispered breathlessly, fingers pushing his sweaty curls
from his eyes, "Kachan?" Looking down his body, he found his husband with his ear pressed
to his tiny bump. "Kachan?" He tried again, softer this time.

His husband was sleeping with an iron grip on his waist. What in the world was he going to
do with him? Izuku pressed the back of his head into his pillow, exhaling through his nose.
He will not cry. God, he cried the whole time they had sex—before and after—so he's
refusing, okay? No.

Katsuki sighed softly, nuzzling his cheek against his stomach. Damn him! Tears instantly
began to pool in his eyes and spill over. The tears trailed over his temples and into his hair
line.

"W-Walnut why?" He brought one of his hands to his lips, pressing down to hold back the
sob erupting from his lips. His other hand gently stroked his husband's blonde head of hair.
Izuku was desperate to calm down at this point. Squeezing his eyes painfully shut, he tried.
He tried to regain some control over his wild rollercoaster of emotions.

His body shook with each ragged breath he inhaled. He couldn't just be angry or happy all the
time but noooo, he had to cry.

"Babe?"

Fuck! He woke up Katsuki.

"I-I'm f-f-fine!" Izuku managed to choke out between sobs.

Katsuki grunted as he hauled himself up and crawled up his body. Izuku looked up at his
scarlet eyes and another sob broke through his chest, pouring from his lips. "This baby is
seriously kicking your ass." The scarlet eyes searched his face closely, "Can I help...
somehow?"

"M-Make it stop! P-Please!" If the tears in his eyes weren't enough, the desperate plea to
his husband should have been. Katsuki stared down at him, watching, listening. The red eyes
shifted to something he's seen many of times as his biggest fan.

The look of Determination.

Victory.

The blonde dropped down onto his elbows, caging in him. Izuku wanted to ask what the hell
he was doing but his breath caught as Katsuki dropped his full body weight onto his chest.
Izuku exhaled all the air from his lungs.

He almost panicked and pushed him off—like he could but he'd go down fighting—because
of the weight on the baby but his body became jello. "K-Kachan..."

"There's no weight on the baby. Just you." He whispered back answering his silent question.
"Breathe. Deep slow breaths and calm down." The broad chest gently lifted off his enough
for him to take a deep breath before Katsuki came back down, pushing the air back out of his
lungs.

Izuku forced his body to calm down. Deep long breaths.

"There you go." Katsuki said ever so softly, "You just need to breath."

Tears were still threatening to slip free but the more slow breaths he inhaled and exhaled, his
body seemed to calm down enough to draw them back inside. Katsuki's warmth and weight
felt like a really good weighted blanket.
 "You can't let little Walnut run your life already." Izuku laughed wetly, rubbing his eyes
roughly, "Babe, your contacts." Katsuki scolded lightly and took a hold of his wrists with his
warm hands. He blinked a few times, clearing the black spots from his vision. "Do you feel
better?"

"Y-Yeah..." He did but he also felt like the tears were ready to spill at a moments notice.
"You're warm."

Katsuki chuckled, "It comes with the quirk."

"I-I... If I had a quick w-what do you think it w-would be?" In all his quirkless years, he
has never asked anyone this question. Well, he never asked anyone about him and quirks after
the day with All Might. He learned his place that day.

"Probably something badass to go with your reckless ass." Izuku pouted cutely, sticking
out his lower lip. "You're already super fucking smart so you can't get any smarter and I don't
really see you breathing fucking fire. You'd probably burn yourself too much." Now his pout
just turned into a frown. The blonde smirked down at him, "You would probably get a super
powerful quirk that'd break your bones and shit but you'd make it your bitch with hard work
and ass kicking."

"Remind me to never let you have serious talks with our children."

"Hey! I'm fuckin' good at this shit."

"Minus the cuss words and... maybe."

The blonde hero chuckled and ran his nose up and down his jawline. Warm puffs of his
breath sent shivers along his body as goosebumps rose on his freckled skin, "You still can
become a hero if you really want to, sweetheart. I can train you, help—"

Izuku tilted his head and pressed his cheek to the blonde's lips. "As amazing as that sounds,
Kachan, we have a son and I'm pregnant. Our jobs are crazy enough." He sighed a little and
wrapped his arms around his husband's neck. "I've accepted my fate a long time ago." The
blonde went to protest but he continued on, "For some cruel reason I wasn't meant to be a
front-line hero but I... I-I'm still a hero. Just like doctors, firefighters, and the police. I may sit
behind a desk, but I help you help others and help them too.

"I'm happy where I'm at but t-thank you, Katsuki."

Katsuki was quiet for a minute, kissing along his jawline and trailing hot open mouth kisses
down his neck. "You're right. We can't have to Bakugos out on the streets." Izuku snorted
loudly and broke out into a fit of giggles. "You'd ruin my reputation with your niceness."

"Ha! They'd love me more!" Izuku giggled. Katsuki snarled against his neck and clamped
down on the skin gently. "No biting, kitty kat."

"I just want to fucking eat you. You and your bubble butt."

"I'm really starting to think you only love me for my ass.

 Katsuki didn't answer with words. Instead, he gently nibbled and sucked on the skin and one
of his hands trailed down his body over his thigh to the back of his knee. A sweet moan
escaped his lips. This was something that Katsuki was a pro at... making him melt into a
puddle and forget the world around him.

Strong fingers gently brought his leg to wrap around his waist and at the same time, pushed
his thick cock passed his rim. Izuku arched his back, choking on a moan.

"F-Fuck! You're still so damn tight." Katsuki moaned against his neck. he acted like he
wasn't fucked for hours earlier. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

Gripping the blonde's shoulders, he dug his nails into the soft skin. Katsuki took this round
slowly. Caressing every inch of skin he could reach, kissing him, marking him... just loving
him. No matter how many times they had sex, it was always different in the best ways.

Each of them poured their hearts into every breath. Kiss. Thrust. Touch.

Nothing would ever break them.

Izuku knew that for a fact.

Chapter End Notes

I promise to answer comments soon... just dealing with a lot right now.
 Chapter 32

The cool evening breeze ruffled through his blonde spikes, pulling him from his thoughts.
Maybe it finally hit him today when he saw the little Walnut on the ultrasound, wiggling and
kicking the wand like they were pissed.

Ha. Like they woke up the baby from their nap.

Just like Izuku.

"I'm surprised to see you out this late."

Katsuki didn't look up from the ultrasound picture. He couldn't stop trying to figure out
whose nose the baby has. "Red's sick so I offered to cover him since he covered me for the
few days after the wedding."

Aizawa groaned slightly, joints popping as he sat down on the ledge of the rooftop next to
him. “Zuku was a little pissed... he doesn't like me working doubles.”

“Says the man that works doubles all the time.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up in a small smile, “Yeah but his job is a little different than
mine.” A double shift at a desk seemed a bit easier than his out on the field shift so he
understood why Izuku was so upset. “He cried until Troll Hair took him home and promised
to stay with him.”

Aizawa held out his hand and Katsuki forced himself to pass the picture of his baby to his
former teacher, “Kota taking it well?”

Katsuki couldn’t stop the small laugh escaping his body, “That kid is obsessed. Deku was
taking a nap on the couch and I caught him talking to Walnut. He was telling the baby all the
things they would do together.”

“I think Kota being an older brother will really be good for him.” Katsuki nodded,
agreeing with the underground hero. Kota has been so more open in the last few weeks than
the few months they’ve had him. He also become very protective of Izuku as himself. It’s
fucking cute. “And you? How are you adjusting?”

Katsuki slouched forward and started down at the streets below. Night shift had its blessings
and curses. Most of the time it was quiet, leaving him alone with his thoughts and that could
be good or bad. But it was beautiful. The city lights, the stars and the moon... it reminded him
of all the times he went camping with his dad as a kid.

“It's become more real since Deku’s doctor’s appointment today.” He whispered to the cars
below, “It... seeing the baby kicking and wiggling r-really just did it.” Izuku instantly started
sobbing and—he wouldn’t dare tell a soul—he too shed a few tears. “I-I didn’t fucking know
I needed, Aizawa. I swore I was going to be alone for the rest of my damn life. I tried to date
and it fucking sucked but one night stands weren’t something I was fucking into.

“Then fucking Deku was dropped in my lap and I fell head over heels in love with that
sassy little shit.” He didn’t even bother fighting the smile coming to his lips. “And now I’m
fucking married! With one spunky five year old and a baby on the way. Fuck, Aizawa... I get
to spend the rest of my life with Izuku...”

A hand landed on his head, firmly, “I’m proud of you, Katsuki.” Katsuki stiffened slightly,
his chest doing something really fucking weird. “That first day, I swore you were never going
to get passed sidekick. You were arrogant, mean and just an asshole.” Aizawa chuckled when
he scowled, “Then I had to come to you with the final warning. I swore that you were going
to lose your license. If you asked Zashi... he may have said I cried.

“But instead, you got even better. Your ratings have gone up and you’re happy.”

“I-I am happy.”

“And I am so proud of you.” The hand in his hair ruffled his blonde spikes before dropping
back to his lap. “I want you three over for dinner soon.”

Katsuki chuckled a little, “Hope you’re ready for Izuku’s crying and weird ass cravings.”
Ding! He leaned to the side and pulled his phone from his zipper pocket, “Speak of the
devil.” He muttered, unlocking his phone and tapping his new text message.

Zuku: Kachan! Toshi’s being mean and not getting me fried pickles and cottage cheese!

Zuku: Pretty please! Baby Walnut wants some!

Zuku: I will give you extra kisses!!

Zuku: Annnnnnnd maybe suck your dick! ONLY if I can put whipped cream on it!

“This man is nasty. Fried pickles and cottage cheese?” Those two together made his
stomach turn. “I guess I’m taking a lunch.”

Aizawa laughed lightly under his breath as he stood, “You know if you go home, you won’t
be leaving, right?”

Katsuki frowned just a little. That was true. It was already hard for him to be away from his
pregnant husband and today didn’t end in the best way but on the other hand. He knew Izuku
was struggling, and he wanted to make sure everything was going the best way it could.

If that meant he had to get up in the middle of the night and make fucking deviled eggs than
so fucking be it. Izuku was carrying his child.

“I think I can cover the area without you.” Aizawa said. Katsuki whipped his head up and
stared at his former teacher, shocked, “I am the best underground hero after all and your
husband needs you.”
 “But I—”

“Katsuki, go. I can take it from here and tomorrow is your day off anyways. Go spend it
with your family.” And with that, his teacher gave him one pat on the head before jumping
off the ledge of the building.

He was speechless.

Not only did Aizawa say he was proud of him but the fact he just took his shift from him?
Mind blowing. So, Katsuki did as he was told. He went to the nearest supermarket and got
everything Izuku wanted—whipped cream included and headed home.

The second he opened the door, it felt like he ran into a brick wall. Izuku was sobbing. Not
just fucking crying but sobbing his big heart out.

“I’m home.” He called out gently and closed the door behind.

“K-Kachan!!”

“Slow down, crybaby!” Shinso scolded.

He toed off his boots and looked up just in time to see Izuku throwing himself at him. “Hey
baby cakes.” He whispered into his fluffy green curls, “I brought your nasty cottage cheese
and I’m going to make you fried pickles.”

Izuku ran his hands up and down his chest, repeatedly. Almost as if he didn’t believe he was
really standing here. “B-But Kachan! Y-You have p-p-patrol!”

“Aizawa covered my area.” Katsuki kissed his forehead and turned with bags still in his
hands, heading to the kitchen. Izuku didn’t let him get too far away. Not that Katsuki would
complain about having his husband pressed against his body. “Babe, I’m going to be dealing
with hot oil...”

Izuku looked up at him with his bright green eyes, round and glossy with tears. “My
Kachan.” Damn this man and his stupid eyes. “I want Kachan.”

“And I’m right fuckin’ here, baby boy but I can’t make you fried pickles unless you get off
me.” Katsuki grumbled lightly and leaned down, nuzzling his nose into his freckled cheek.
“Go take a shower and give me ten minutes, okay?”

Izuku giggled a bit, nuzzling him back before he booked it to the bathroom. The door shut
with a soft click. “You sure got him under control.” Shinso sighed, “I’ve been trying for
hours. Hell, Kota just put himself to bed after a while.”

The blonde glanced at him, “I think he tries to fucking hard.” It was true. Izuku put too much
pressure on himself before becoming pregnant but now? It was in overdrive. It’s the anxiety
mixing with his new hormones—”

“No, it’s not.”

Katsuki stiffened with the pot in his hands. “What do you mean?”

Shinso propped his hip on the counter, folding his arms over his chest, “That’s who Izuku
truly is. A crybaby with the anxiety level of the tallest tower in the city. Granted,” Shinso
shrugged a shoulder, “He’s learned to hide it over the years. Sass has helped him become
confident in himself. He likes it as you like your stupid gauntlets. That’s his suit. The
computer, sass and his rainbow ass keyboard.

“Izuku has always been the anxious kid that stutters and can’t make eye contact and that’s
all thanks to the bullies.”

“It was instant...” Both of the taller man jumped at the sound of Izuku soft voice. “The
bullying. Ya know...” He shrugged, tugging on of cuffs of Katsuki’s favorite black hoodie
without meeting his gaze, “It hits the mom group and spreads like wildfire.” Katsuki frowned
as he watched a few tears roll down his cheeks. “So... Toshi’s not wrong. I’m normally a hot
mess and my genes—my dad calls it the Midoriya crybaby gene.”

Shinso turned and socked the greenette in the arm. “Knock that shit off.” Izuku yelped and in
turn, kicked the taller idiot,

“You can’t punch a pregnant person!”

“The hell I can’t!” Shinso shot back, “I so can when you’re acting like an idiot!”

“It’s mean! You big fat meanie!”

“You are such a big baby!”

Izuku stomped his foot and went charging in for the kill, but Katsuki quickly wrapped an arm
under his bump, pulling him against his chest, “Alright, bunny, chill.” Izuku instantly melted
against him, sighing softly. “I don’t give a fuck who you were. I feel in love with you, the
sassy, crying, big doe eye hero nerd and I don’t want anyone fucking else.” He said with a nip
to his cheek, “Now fried pickles?”

“Yes please!” Izuku wiped his eyes quickly.

Shinso gagged, “You two are nasty.”

“You’re just jealous!”

“Yeah, whatever. I got the best pussy in the world!”

“A-And?! Kachan’s dick is way bigger than yours!”

Katsuki shook his head and turned to the counter. There was no way in hell he wanted to be
apart of that conversation. These two were like brothers. No minute they were fighting and
the next they were comforting each other.

The two of them didn’t stop bickering back and forth like old ladies as he cooked the weird
ass craving his husband was having. Out of all the things he’s cooked, this was by far the
weirdest. And it felt gross to plate. Katsuki grimaced as he spooned out a large helping of
cottage cheese into the small bowl next to the steaming fried pickles. Grabbing the plate, he
walked out of the kitchen and to the living room.

“Here, sweetheart.” He laid the plate on his lap and kissed his head lightly.

Izuku beamed with pure happiness, “Thanks, kitty kat!” Then Katsuki watched one of the
most disgusting things ever. Izuku picked up one of the fried pickles and scooped up a fat
gloob of cottage cheese...

And put it in his mouth.

“Sho good!” Izuku moaned loudly, getting the next bite ready.

Katsuki wrinkled his nose, “Ew. I love you, darling but ew.”

“Walnut is hungry and what the baby wants the baby gets!”

“I feel like that’s your motto with Kota already and now the unborn baby?” Katsuki laid
his folded arms on the back cushions, watching. It’s just gross.

Izuku smiled up at him. The smile that made his heart flip in his chest and sent butterflies to
his stomach. “It would be unfair to spoil Kota and not Walnut.”

“Cause that’s logically.” Shinso muttered.

“Do you ever shut up!” Izuku snapped, glaring at him.

“You know that answer.”

Katsuki chuckled under his breath. These two were something else but he understood the
friendship. It was just like their relationship. People saw him—angry, brash and just a flat out
asshole—then they saw Izuku—pure sunshine, sassy and kind—and what the fuck happened.
Shinso and Izuku were brothers that got lost but found each other again. Brothers from
another mother.

“I’m going to bed, baby. Come find when you’re ready.” Katsuki gave him a quick kiss to
his cheek, “I love you.”

Izuku smiled brightly, “I love you too, Kachan!”

Walking around the couch, he headed down the hallway. He stopped at his son’s door,
peeking through the small crack. Kota was sound asleep in his cocoon of blankets, snoring.
The only thing he could see was the top of his black spikes and the Ground Zero plushie.

Fucking cutie.

Katsuki quietly continued down the hallway and stripped himself of his suit. A quick shower
was in order to wash away the grim of the long ass workday. Shower. Skin care. Clothes for
tomorrow for both of them. All check.
Climbing into bed, he collapses with a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Katsuki fell asleep to the
sound of Izuku faint laughter, sinking into the mattress even though he felt so light.
 Chapter 33
Chapter Notes
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“Daddy? Do I have to go? I wanna stay with Zawa...”

Izuku looked down at him with a soft smile on his lips, “First days can be scary but we all
have to go to school and Mr. Aizawa has an actual class this years.”

Kota wanted to throw himself on the floor and cry or scream and kick something. Everything
was perfect and now he was going to go to school with a bunch of other kids. “But daddy, I-I
don’t want to.” He gripped onto the scarred hand tighter.

He wasn’t scared or anything stupid like that... he just...

He didn’t really know.

His daddy crouched down until the only thing he saw was the bright green eyes that made
him feel safe and warm. “You’ll do great, baby. New things can be scary, and you’ve been
doing things on your own for a while but it’s mine and papa’s turn to take care of you. I mean
I’m growing a baby—your brother or sister! That’s scary too.” Izuku poked his chest lightly,
“But I know you can be super strong and go in there. Maybe make some friends and learn
new things to tell me, papa and baby Walnut all about.”

“I... I can tell baby Walnut?”

Izuku nodded his head. The untamed curls fell over the frames of his glasses. “Of course!
The baby is always listening, little man.”

Kota rolled his lower lip between his teeth as he swayed from foot to foot, “Just one day?”
Izuku laughed lightly and brought his free hand up to straighten his red hat.

“Let’s just take one day at a time... I think you’ll like it.” Something about his dad’s voice
seemed too excited.

Maybe daddy was right... he never gave it a chance and papa fought the bad guys every day.
He could go to school, right?

“Okay.” He whispered.

Izuku smiled again and stood up, squeezing his hand, “Then let's go meet your teacher,
okay?” This was why his papa put him in the light blue polo with dark jeans. It was his first
day of school and it wasn’t just a one time thing.

“Good morning, Mr. Bakugo.” Kota looked up at the sweet voice and found a woman with
purple hair that matched her purple eyes. Those purple eyes turned looked down and met his,
she instantly smiled, “And you must be Kota. It’s very nice to meet you, young man.”
This woman was... nice?

Izuku gave his hand another squeeze, “Good morning, Ms. Angel. Sorry, my husband
couldn’t be here today, he got pulled away on a mission.”

“My papa is the best hero. Ever.” Kota grumbled under his breath, “And my daddy is the
best daddy!”

Angel giggled lightly, “I bet they are!” She agreed too easily. Kota narrowed his dark eyes at
the woman and— “Would you like to come inside?”

No.

Yes...

Kota bit down on the skin inside his cheek. He knew daddy had to leave for work but... he
didn’t want to be alone.

“I’ll pick you up right after I get off work and we can go get some take out with Toshi and
Mina, okay?” Izuku crouched down in front of him and pulled him into his arms, “I love you,
little man.”

“I-I love you too, daddy.” Kota whispered against his cheek.

Izuku pulled away, holding him at arms lengths with a bright smile on his lips, “I think once
you see the other kids, you’ll feel better, okay, baby? Call me if you need me and Ms. Angel
already knows about your phone.” That’s one thing he would never give up.

If he could call Izuku then what would he do when he’s in trouble.

Kota nodded, keeping his chin low to hide his eyes from view. The small amount of fear in
his eyes wouldn’t be seen by anyone. Slowly, his dad passed his hand over to his new teacher.
Kota dragged his feet a little as he walked in with her, nervously.

“Good morning, everyone.” Angel greeted happily. Bet it was all fake. A lot of people did
that to him. The fake smiles when his real parents died. How sorry they were or happy “We
have another new student today.” Kota’s ears perked up a little. He wasn’t the only new
student today? “This is Kota.”

“Kota!”

His head shot up at the familiar voice but before he could figure out who it was, the person
crashed into him. The smell of apples hit his nose and he knew instantly who it was. “Eri!?”

“Of course, silly! Didn’t your daddy tell you that we were in the same class!?” Eri giggled,
pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, “I heard Zawa talking about school, and it would
be uh good for us to go together!”

So... it was all planned.

That stupid daddy.

Kota stuck close to Eri’s side throughout the day's activities. First, they painted, and he
painted a picture of his daddy and papa, next was snack and circle time. He didn’t like that
because a stranger kid sat next to him.

“Kota! Let’s go over here!” Eri giggled, pulling on his hand as she led the way to the patch of
grass covered in flowers. “I’m going to make you a flower crown! My papa Zashi showed me
how!” Eri was always fun and bright, she reminded him a lot of his dad. She always had a
huge smile on her face and her ruby red eyes sparkled like jewels.

Sometimes when she smiled at him, small drops of water leaked from his fingertips. One
time he asked papa about it.

“Papa?”

Katsuki looked up from the piles of papers scattered long his desk. Daddy said that he was
going on a super important mission so papa had to work in the office after dinner, but Kota
really had an important question to ask him and he hoped papa had the answer for him.

“What’s up, shortstack?” Kota frowned a little at how tired his papa sounded. He lifted his
foot to take a step back and leave but Katsuki held open his arms, inviting him over. “Where
did you leave daddy?”

Kota hugged the Ground Zero plushie to his chest as he walked across the room and into the
hero’s arms. “He’s sleeping on the couch.” Katsuki hummed knowingly and lifted him up into
his lap. “Do you have to go papa?”

His biggest fear would be papa not coming back to him.

“Yup.” Katsuki said with a pop of the p, “Being the number one hero means I got a lot of
people depending on me.”

“Stupid people.” He muttered.

His papa chuckled, wrapping his arm tightly around his back, “True but I love being a hero
and helping people makes me happy.”

“Like... daddy.”

“Your daddy gives me a heart attack, bud, serious.” Kota leaned into his hold, pressing his
cheek to his chest and huffed a little, “What’s going on, Kota?”

Kota wiggled closer into the hero’s chest, shyly, “I-I can’t control my... fingers around E-
Eri.” Hugging the plushie tighter, he let himself sink to the warmth surrounding him. “The
water just comes out.”

“Oh.” Katsuki cleared his throat and leaned back in the desk chair, “Now I understand
why you ain't talking to daddy.” Kota nodded quickly. It was normal for him to go to Izuku
instead of Katsuki, but Izuku didn’t have a quirk so... he didn’t know what it felt like. “You
know... my quirk does the same thing. My hands get hot and they start to sweat,” Katsuki
explained, laying his cheek on his hair, “And sometimes they even pop an explosion without
my doing.”

“And... what do you do about it?”

Katsuki shrugged a shoulder lightly, “There’s not a lot you can do, bud. It’s just a part of who
you are. Maybe calm down, take a breath... or water some flowers. This really is a question
for dad.”

“Eri? We’re going to be together forever, right?” He asked sheepishly.

The girl looked up from the flowers in her hands and beamed, “Of course, silly! No matter
what!” Kota nodded even though he didn’t hundred percent believe that was true. “Worried
about Zero?”

For some reason, Eri and Izuku could always read him.

Kota looked down at the grass tickling his legs. The red hat shielding his eyes, “No... maybe?
I’m used to people leaving me.” No matter how many sessions with Hound Dog or talks with
daddy, it was always the same feeling in his chest. Daddy calls it something lame. He just
says his heart is being dumb.

Suddenly, Eri forced her way into his lap, snuggling down against his chest as she placed the
flowers in her red dress. “I had lots of nightmares when I first went with dadzawa and papa
Zashi. I was always scared that the bad man,” Kota frowned. Eri never said his name. No
matter what. “Would come back and take me away. Zawa promised me."

Kota glared down at his hand. Blades of grass poked through his parted fingers. Little
droplets of water dripped down into the green grass, sinking further into the dirt. "My dads
promised me too... it's just hard not to think about it when papa's gone."

"Zero is so cool! Daddy never worries about him since that's his top student!"

His papa was the best and nothing could bring him down.

"Kota!"

The little whipped his head around and found the bright green eyes that matched the bright
smile. "Daddy!" He couldn't get to his feet fast enough. Today was fun—a lot of thanks to Eri
—but he missed spending his time with family. Kota threw his arms around the thick thigh
and hid his face. Izuku always smiled like home.

"Hey baby boy! How was your first day?" Izuku said, cheerfully and took his hat off his
head, running his fingers through his dark locks. His daddy loved to fluff back up his hair
after a day of wearing his hat all day.

"Kota had an amazing day." Ms. Angel answered for him. "He's very smart."
 Izuku hummed lightly, "Mhmm. He loves to learn."

"Eri and him played all day together."

"I keep saying they are joined at the hip." Kota nuzzled his cheek against Izuku's growing
belly. The baby always knew when he was around and kicked his cheek just lightly. "So,
Kota are we coming back tomorrow?" He wanted to throw a fit and say no but the stupid
teacher wasn't so bad and... Eri was here and she liked it.

"I guess, daddy."

Chapter End Notes

Just a little Kota and Eri

 Chapter 34

Izuku leaned against the sliding door to the balcony. The sun has long risen high into the sky.
Izuku didn’t sleep at all last night. It was hard without his personal heater. He sighed again
for who knows how many times. Katsuki was still out on that mission. Two months have
passed without much communication from his husband, and he was beginning to worry.

"We need papa, huh, Walnut." He whispered down to his belly as his hand ran over the
growing bump. God, he felt huge. At seven months, he had the damn waddle. Hand on back.
Everything.

One time he got stuck on the couch and had to Shinso to come help him up. It was kind of
worrying because what would happen at eight or even nine months.

"Zuku? It's time to go to work."

The greenette glanced behind him. That wasn't the person he wanted to say those words to
him. He wanted Katsuki to say them. "I..." He tried to blink back the tears into his eyes but
Walnut always made him fail. "I want Kachan..."

The lilac eyes softened, "I know, Zu but he's working and Kota's already at school." He said,
"You need to get to work."

"I-I want my mama."

Shinso frowned at that. It was rare if he vocally said he wanted his mom. It meant he was
sinking. Sinking with no one to save him. "Izuku, he's coming back. T—"

"I don't fucking care about the mission!!" He snapped. Rollercoaster of emotions going
from sadness to anger in a blink of an eye, "I want Kachan! He should be back by now and
it's been a week since I talked to him! I'm carrying his fucking baby and our son needs him
here to! He married me and—"

“Why don't you tell me how you really feel?”

"Be nice, Baku!"

Izuku lifted his head and found his husband give him a questioning look as Mina's curls could
be seen next to the blonde dirty spikes. Katsuki looked terrible. One eye was swollen slightly,
red and puff and the other had dark purple bruising underneath. His face was covered in at
least two layers of dirt and his shoulder was covered in bandages. "K-Kachan..."

"I'm fine. I'm alive and I'm working." Scarlet eyes glanced over him, pausing at his belly,
"You should be at work by now and growing that monster."

"B-But! You—and I—and—"

 "I should be home in a few weeks, Izuku." Katsuki said with a sigh, "I can't catch these
fucking bastards." Izuku reached up with trembling fingers and took off his glasses to wipe
the tears from his cheeks. "Why are you a mess, baby?"

"I miss you!"

"Mon amour..." Katsuki huffed, "I promise to be home as soon as I can. You know I'm not
here having a good time without you."

Now Izuku just felt like a whiny husband who was throwing a fit for no reason. In his brain,
deep somewhere in the back, he knew that Katsuki wasn't out doing things without him or
just not wanting to be home. But baby Walnut was making everything cloudy. There was no
seeing the logic of the situation.

"GROUND ZERO! WE NEED TO MOVE!"

Katsuki growled lowly under his breath, turning his head to glare that the voice yelling at
him, "I have to go."

"N-No!" He took a few steps towards the phone, "Please?"

"I know and I'm so sorry, baby but I love you and tell Kota I love him and Walnut. Okay?"

"Katsuki!" He cried as the phone beeped a few times and the screen faded black. "No!
Toshi! Bring him back! I-I—" The words couldn't make it past the sob escaping his lips. It
felt like his heart was missing. A giant hole in his chest just filling with sadness.

"Let's go to work and help some people, take your mind off him." Toshi tried, wrapping an
arm around his waist to support his weight. "The more he works, the faster he gets here."

Izuku ended up at work.

Not that he wanted to be but here he was staring at the rainbow keyboard, the colors fading in
and out.

He could feel the concerned looks and hear the whispers around the office that he wasn't his
normal self. How could he be? He was seven months pregnant and he hasn't seen his husband
in two months. He just couldn't be okay.

Izuku frowned as his keyboard went black and the lights overhead followed a second after.
"What the?" He whispered to himself and took a look around the room. All the screens were
black. Was the power really out? Izuku pressed his hands firmly into the arm rests of his chair
and pushed to his feet. Dang this baby was heavy.

"No one panic. Stay at your desks." He called out. Sara was currently on vacation, so she
left him in charge of the HQ. Izuku waddled his way over to the window and glanced around
at the city. Streetlights, signs... everything was on but the building. Pulling his phone from his
pocket, he unlocked the screen—ignoring the small twinge in his heart at the picture of
Katsuki—and dialed 119.
 "The caller you are trying to reach is no longer in service."

"Oh fuck." Izuku swore under his breath. The call center was down... that was fucking bad.

"Good morning dispatchers." A computerized voice echoed through the room, "You're
probably wondering what happened. All you need to know is that 119 is now under our
control."

A couple of coworkers began to shriek and scramble to the nearest exit. Others turned to him
with wide eyes and... what did he do?

Izuku walked up to the large screen in the center of the back wall. A black figure in a skull
mask stared back at him. "Get out of my system, asshole."

"Well, if it isn't the best dispatcher of Japan, Deku." He sneered behind the mask, "It's nice
to meet you."

"If only the feeling was the same." He smiled sweetly, "But then I'd be lying and that gives
me heartburn."

The hacker just laughed, "I heard you were funny and guess what?" Izuku raised an eyebrow,
"It makes me want to squish you like a fucking bug under my shoe."

Izuku ran his tongue over his molars, tilting his head to the side, "Wow. I've never been so
insulted in my life." He let the sweet smile fall upon his lips, "Is that the best you got?

The skull mask didn't move as they stared at one another. "You know, I kind of like you, Deku.
I have a feeling that the big tough guy act is something more." Izuku rolled his eyes, pursing
his lips, "I read the article on you.

"Not only did you rush into danger to save a boy, but you even disarmed a bomb and faced
a villain head on without so much of a quirk." Skull leaned forward in his leather chair, hands
draping over his parted knees. "How far will you go to save the people of Japan? So many
people are calling for help and no one to answer."

Izuku busted out laughing, "I think you took the name Deku a little too seriously, skeleton
face." The question he should have asked is who, the better hacker is. "Would you like to
watch and learn or wait until I kick you out?" Izuku gave him a little finger wave and headed
back to his desk. Shinso came up beside him.

"What in the world are you doing?" He hissed.

Izuku shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just being a good dispatcher
who does nothing reckless at all." He fell into his chair heavily and threw open his desk
drawer, grabbing his laptop, "Oh, no! Whatever will I do without my computer!" He said
with fake worry in his voice. "My work life is ruined!"

"Wow, you done?" Shinso murmured.

 "Nope! Just getting started." Izuku instantly hacked through all the firewalls of the main
grid in the area. The rapid fire of keys was the only thing to be heard besides the villain's
humming. Annoying. Coming into his house and hacking into his network. "Hey, you wanna
play a game of Pac-Man? I got a new version!"

"Are you a child? I thought you were some bad ass guy that was stupid enough to fight
villains without a weapon." Skull chuckled. Izuku dug through the system, searching files
and combing through every piece data in front of him until he found the nasty bug. "Hello?
Deku? Where the fuck you go?"

"It was great talking to you! I wish we could have brunch or something, but I don't go to
prison even to visit." Izuku slammed his pinkie down on the enter key and the hacker
disappeared from view.

The lights instantly flickered back on and the computers began to boot back up. Putting on
his headset, he logged back in and called Hawks, "Hawks, I have a hacker I need arrested at
659 Port Street in district seven. He just tried to hack HQ and failed, so be gentle. I may have
hurt his feelings."

Hawks just laughed, "Damn, birdie, might has well have punched him where it hurts instead."

"Baby Walnut wouldn't like that movement."

Shinso slapped his hands down on his shoulders, squeezing lightly, "What weird ass craving
do you want? Anything."

"Oh! I want chicken nuggets, hot sauce—the good hot sauce—and ice cream!" His
stomach rumbled loudly just at the thought. He may have missed breakfast... Katsuki didn’t
need to know that. "Oh! And some onion rings!"

Shinso sighed, tiredly, "You make my stomach turn." But he still walked over to his desk and
grabbed his jacket. "Hopefully, the news won't... Your husband is going to be so pissed when
he finds out."

"Excuse me!? I didn't leave the building and I wasn't in harms way so he can't!"

"Angry Dog is going to put you on a leash, Danger Magnet."

Izuku whipped his head around with his tongue sticking out. "I still have my bottle of
whipped cream and a blow job to give. That handsome man got called in the middle of the
night on a stupid mission! He almost didn't wake me up, but I was hungry and had to pee
since Walnut kicks my bladder all the time. Or hiccups! I don't really know—"

"You could have stopped at blow job." Shinso deadpanned, "You answer the phone,. and I
will get your mountain of food."

YES!

Izuku looked down to see the flashing light followed by a number appearing on his screen.
Back to the grind, "119, what is your emergency?"
 "Why the fuck weren't you answering?! Do you think this is a big joke! People are dying
and you all are pranking us!?"

"No sir. There's no jokes, games or anything. We had—"

"I don't give a fuck!" Izuku had to fight the twitch in his finger so he wouldn't end the call.
For the first time, he wanted nothing more than to hang up on a caller. “You need to do your
fucking job and keep the phones open.”

Staring at the screen, he went back and forth on what to do. Baby Walnut was kicking his
belly rather hard and he took that as tell the asshole to fuck off. But that wasn’t who he was.
“Sir, do you have an emergency?”

“Yes, you fucking idiot!”

“And what is your emergency?” Izuku bit back the heavy sarcasm that tempted to leave his
lips.

The man on the other line snarled into his ear, “I was fucking calling cause this stupid idiot
cut me off in traffic!”

Izuku suppressed a sigh. Great. Just fucking great. “Sir. This is an emergency only line.” He
bit out, “You calling about someone cutting you off in traffic is not an emergency. Unless, the
other car hit you or you suffered injuries, then I don’t see why you are calling. Next time,
please take down the license plate and make a complaint to your local police station. Thank
you and have a good day.” He pressed the call end button, sighing. “Some people don’t
understand what a real emergency is these days. Not like we got hacked or anything.

“Hello Deku.”

As he turned in his chair, he met a pair of dark blue eyes before a grey barrel was pressed to
his forehead. The cool metal sent a rapid shiver through his body. This wasn’t good.

This was good at all.

“All you had to do was be a good dispatcher and let me do what I want but I guess.” The
man behind the white skull mask reached down and grabbed his keyboard, yanking it roughly
until the cord broke and threw it over his shoulder, “I have to take your keyboard from you to
make you powerless.”

“You will become a target.” His dad said, holding him at arms lengths. The jaded eyes
swirling with worry and seriousness, “Not only because you are my son but now since you
are married to Ground Zero. They will use you. They will use Kota’s safety against you,
Katsuki’s and the baby’s. Sometimes you will have to give in.”

“Dad... I was held hostage for months. I—”

“It’s different as an adult.” Hisashi snapped, “Villains are a little nicer to children but you
aren’t the child. You are the adult.”
Izuku glared up at the man and slowly raised his hands up in surrender.

“Oh, look, you can be good.”

 Chapter 35
Chapter Notes
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“So, you’re just going to keep lying to him.”

Katsuki turned his head slightly. Pain blasted into his skull right behind his eyes. It didn’t
take long for the warm trickle of blood to trail from his nose. “I don’t think what I tell my
husband is your fucking concern.”

Mina sighed dramatically and stood from the plastic chair. “This is serious, Katsuki!” She
scolded and roughly pulled three tissues from the box, “He’s your husband.”

“I know what he fucking is, Mina!” He snapped back and took the tissues to wipe the
blood away. “He’s also pregnant!” That alone was more than enough to crumble his tough
guy act, “A-And I won’t know if I get to meet that baby! So fucking drop it!”

“NO!” She shouted, “You think it’s better for him to just find out you’re dead!”

Katsuki let his eyes slowly close as the heartbreak rushed through his body, “I-I can’t... I just
c-can't. I made a promise and now I’m g-going to break it!”

Mina was the only one he trusted not to blab. The mission ended a few weeks ago and he was
on the flight home when the pressure hit him so hard, it knocked him out cold. Mina said he
was bleeding from his nose, ears and eyes which sounded like some fucked up horror movie.
She got the pilot to make an emergency landing and rushed him to the hospital.

Where he’s been ever since.

Katsuki was surprised Izuku didn’t see right through him when he called yesterday... seeing
him crying and wanting him just reminded him of the fate he was placed in.

“Katsuki... you should be spending your time with him and your son.” Mina whispered
softly, “He would want to be here.”

He’s already played the back and forth game in his head plenty of times. “Mina, if he finds
out it could destroy him.”

The mission started out simply. Easy. Like he could do it blindfolded... until he walked into a
room full of toxic chemicals. He didn’t even know but that’s where he camped out for the
first week. Headaches and nose bleeds started off randomly, but he just thought it was the
stress of being away from his family.

Everything went fine.

They caught the villain but then got a called in another mission nearby. That took another two
weeks and then it was time to get on the plane.
 “I hate to inform you, Ground Zero but the chemicals you inhaled for that extended
amount of time has caused major growth to the tumor inside your brain.”

“What fucking tumor?”

“You already had one there from the looks of it. It’s really hard to see on scans but it didn’t
seem to be a danger to you... until it grew. The problem with removing it is that you could go
blind, loose movement of your body or die on the table.” The doctor explained. Katsuki
stared down at his hands, clutching the sheets as the doctor went on and on about the tumor
causing him so much pain.

“It’s going to destroy him when he finds out you died without him! It’s a loose, loose kind
of battle! One you can’t fight alone!”

“A-And what do I tell him?! ‘Oh, sorry I didn’t fucking call you but I’m going to die!’” He
sighed completely spent, “That’s not going to go well.”

A light knock came at the door before it opened. Katsuki looked over to see short green curls.
How the fuck did he find me?! Izuku can— “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

That wasn’t Izuku.

That was Dragon... and that was worse than Izuku.

“Did you really think you could hide in my city without me knowing?” Dragon raised an
eyebrow, closing the door softly behind him. “Pinky, if you would give me a moment alone
with my son in law, that would be great.”

Mina nodded quickly, “Um, just call me whenever you are done, kay?” She hopped up from
the chair and just about ran for the door. Dragon pinned him in place with a hard stare as he
rounded the bed and took Mina’s place in the chair next to his bed.

“Do you want the bad news or the really bad news first?”

Katsuki swallowed thickly, his mouth going dry. “I guess the really bad news.”

Dragon’s jade eyes darkened as he leaned forward in his chair, “Right now, my son along
with others are being held in HQ at gun point.” Katsuki’s heart stopped. No! And he wasn’t
fucking ther— “Settle down. Eraserhead and every pro hero in Japan are working on getting
all of them out safety. It seems they are just talking to Izuku and well... you know how sassy
my son is.

“The bad news is that you can’t fly to even get there. You are stuck in this bed until you
either die or have surgery.”

Katsuki slowly closed his eyes, fighting back the painful tears that overwhelmed his body. “I-
I fucked up.”

“No, you didn’t, son.” Dragon sighed softly. The smell of his smoke filling his nose told
him that the hero moved closer. “This is some kind of freak accident, but we’ll figure it out. I
even called the best brain surgeon from Europe to fly out here.”

He gripped the sheets tightly in his fingers. Almost two years ago, he would never have cared
if he died. He fought and knocked on deaths door a few times but now he had Izuku, Kota
and Walnut... and he didn’t want to die.

“I-I’ s-scared.” He whispered with trembling lips.

Dragon ran a hand through his hair lightly, “I know but you’ll fight to stay alive for your
family.”

Back in Japan...

Izuku struggled slightly against the duct tape on his wrists, pinning him in place in his desk
chair. Around him, more men were swarming the floor. All his coworkers that didn’t get out
in the first wave were all tied up and shoved into his boss’s office with a guard at the door.

Currently, Skull fucker was setting up something at his computer with his stupid black boring
keyboard. Geez. Get some taste. “You are one famous guy, you know that?”

“Well, it’s the hair, ya know. Good products can make you famous.” He clapped back.
God, it’s been a while sixteen hours of this. At least Skull face was nice enough to let him
pee every five hours. Baby Walnut may not have approved of that schedule, but it will have
to do.

“You just like to be a sassy shit, doncha?” The blue eyes glanced over him, pausing at his
big belly, “All alone... and carrying a baby.”

Izuku gritted his teeth as he carefully watched the hacker before him, “You do know who my
husband and father are right?”

“Oh, I know exactly who they are. But they have nothing to do with this.” Izuku fought the
frown coming to his lips. If they had nothing to do with this... then why? “Confused? Do you
think you never have enemies?”

“I’m sweet as pie. So not really.”

“You got me fired.” Still... didn’t ring a bell. “Some low life quirkless kid got me fired
because I couldn’t pull up the blueprints for a Mirko years ago.”

Oh.

Oh. Shit.

Skull laughed humorlessly, “Ah, I see the light bulb came on. I was just going to prove to you
that I was better than you. That you sucked at your job but then you had to upstage me once
again.”
 “That was seven years ago!” He snapped, “Do you understand how stupid this is!? You
kidnapping me and holding us hostage! OVER THAT!” Izuku struggled against the tape. He
wanted to punch this guy in the dick! “YOU GAVE AN OATH TO SAVE LIVES AND NO
ONE CAN ANSWER THEM CAUSE YOU GOT YOUR FEELINGS HURT!? YOU
DIDN’T DO YOUR JOB!”

The cool metal of the barrel pressed against his forehead, shutting him up enough to hear the
safety click off, “I don’t think you are in the position to speak to me that way.” Izuku glared
up at the ocean eyes laughing back at him. “I still couldn’t believe you’re quirkless. How...
fitting. What really blows my mind is that somehow you got Ground Zero of all people under
your thumb.

“He should fucking hate you.”

Izuku snorted, “That’s nothing new. Everyone should be disgusted by me. Sick. Angry.
Everything. I’m wrong. I’m unnatural. I’m weak, worthless, deku.” He gritted out, “Words
don’t hurt me.”

“But death will.” Skull laughed, “How would you like to die? A bullet to your brain or a
swan dive off the roof of the building.”

“I’d rather jump off the roof like my fellow quirkless people then die that your hands.”
And instead of praying for a quirk, he was going to pray for someone to catch him.

“Aw, how sweet of you to think of the other jumpers.”

The greenette tensed as he spun around and pushed towards the elevator. Izuku clenched his
fists, staring straight ahead. Why? Why was his life never easy?

Quirkless.

If he was smart, it was wrong.

If he talked back, it was wrong.

If he breathed... it was wrong.

“Mama? Why don’t... why don’t I have powers l-like you and daddy?”

Inko paused with the knife in her hand, mid chop, “Why would you ask that, baby?” The four
year old stared down at his new red sneakers, hiding his tears behind his bangs. “Izu?”

Izuku shook his head, “S’nothing mama...”

“Oh, it’s not nothing, young man.”

“A kid...” He sniffled, “was mean today.”

Izuku yelped lightly when his mother picked him up into her arms and squished him against
her chest. “Well, that’s silly, isn’t it?” Inko carried him from the kitchen to the living room
and sat down on the couch with him in her lap. Izuku focused his green eyes on the white
buttons of his sweater. “You are special, Izuku, they just don’t see it yet.

“I have a dream, a song to sing.” Izuku looked up through his bangs. His mother was
smiling down at him as she softly sang the song, he knew all too well, “To help me cope with
anything. If you see the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail.” She
poked his freckled cheeks lightly causing him to giggle, “I believe in angels. Something good
in everything I see.”

“I believe in angels!” He giggled loudly.

Inko pulled him against her chest and stroked his hair. She always did this for him when he
had nightmares or was sick. She’d sing this song and soothe him. “When I know the time is
right for me, I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream.”

Izuku had a dream. One in which he wanted to be the best hero out there just like his dad. A
dream...

“I have a dream, a fantasy... to help me through reality...”

A strong gust of wind brought him back to the present. The sun shined brightly in the sky
above him. It was almost as if it was smiling down at him. But even on the brightest days,
darkness can linger. Izuku’s eyes fell on the ledge growing closer and closer. His heart
pounded in his chest and baby Walnut kicked his ribs hard. Neither of them liked this.

“Do you believe in angels?”

I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream...

His mother’s loving voice echoed in his mind like a broken record.

“I believe in angels.” He whispered.

Skull just laughed and cut the tape around his wrists, “Get up there, Deku. It’s time to see if
you can fly.” Izuku slowly pushed himself up from his chair. “Have you dreamed of this?
Coming up here and just ending it?”

Why does he have to talk to him like the two of them are friends?!

“Of course...” He whispered. Not that he would ever have done it. His dad needed him...
Katsuki needed him... Kota needed him... What was left to do? Beg? Beg for his useless life?

“Go on. Jump.” Skull chuckled, “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”

“Y-You’re just fine killing a baby?” Izuku gulped and stepped onto the ledge. “The baby
did nothing to you.”
 Skull hummed, “But it could be quirkless so I’m saving the world from the disease you want
to spread.” Disease... how could he forget? “It’s time to see if you fly.”

Izuku looked up at the bright blue sky. I love you... Katsuki... Kota... He wrapped his arms
around his stomach and let himself fall forward. We’ll watch over you forever.

Chapter End Notes

Okay, I'm going to be honest... half this stuff wasn't planned but idk I think it's cute?

make me smile and laugh 💜

Also I will get to comments at some point! I've read every single one and they always
You all are amazing!
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He closed his eyes tightly against the wind beating him. His clothes flapped and rustled,
clinging tightly to the front of his body that was free falling. His death was coming.

Katsuki would move on and find someone better.

Kota would have a better example of a father.

And baby Walnut wouldn’t have the chance to be born quirkless.

Mama, I get to see you again...

That would be his finally thought.

Something tugged on the back of his shirt, flipping him around in the air. Would this be how
he goes? Looking up at the angels as he takes his final breath? Izuku would have believed
that if it wasn’t for his back hitting something ice cold and voices pulling him back down to
earth.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and met a pair of mismatched eyes scanning over his body, “F-
Frostfire?” He whispered, shocked. Did Frostfire die and no one tell him? Was he about to
spend the rest of his days in heaven with this asshole?

“I’m the asshole that saved you.” Todoroki said blandly, “And you are not dead.”

“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

Izuku gulped, “Can you uh just kill me because I’m about to die.” Todoroki cracked a tiny
smile before stepping back and letting the fierce lilac eyes take his place, “Hey... Toshi.”

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Shinso screamed at him, “HOW DARE YOU! I WANT
TO STRANAGLE YOU FOR THAT STUPID STUNT! WE HAD YOU! BUT—BUT YOU
—” Izuku blinked up at him as something wet hit his cheek.

Shinso was crying...

 “Toshi... I...” He trailed off unable to find the words that would even explain his actions.
“I’m okay.”

Shinso sucked in a loud, shaky breath and dropped to his knees. “I can’t fucking believe
you.” Izuku never got a word in. The medics and heroes surrounded him as he was looked
over from head to toe. Aizawa, Hawks and Mirko were all standing guard as Edgeshot and
Best Jeanist took the hackers and his men into custody.

“He’s ready for transport.” One of the medics said, “He needs the IV to stay in his arm and
get a full work up on the baby when he gets to the hospital.”

“He’s OB is meeting us there tomorrow.” Mirko scuffed. Meeting her where? “We need to
get on the plane now.”

Excuse me? WHAT!?

“I know I uh just threw myself off a building but my brain still works.” Izuku looked up at
the rabbit hero, “Why am I getting on a plane?”

Mirko’s ruby eyes softened as they met his own, “Your husband needs you, Izuku.”

And that’s how he got on a private jet and into the air. Fuck. He hated flying. Aizawa
promised to take care of Kota and praise the angels in the sky that the boy had no idea what
happened the last few days. He still could barely wrap his head around Frostfire saving him
after ending his career but now wasn’t the time for that.

“So... you’re saying that my husband is dying?” That was a punch to the heart, face and
balls at the same time. “And he’s been... in the hospital?”

Mirko set down a tan folder on the small table in front of him. “I don’t know everything but
according to Pinky and the doctors... and your dad, he was exposed to a chemical and the
tumor that was already in his brain is now grown.” Tumor. Tumor of all things. In. His. Brain.
No. The man could have just needed a kidney transplant or something that—still hard—could
be semi less hard to handle.

Nope.

Just a brain tumor.

“He almost died on the way home, that’s how they found it.” Mirko finished... as gently as
he could. Izuku stared at the file in hopes it would just go. Poof!

Izuku ran his scarred hand over his belly, sighing, “How long has the mission actually been
over?”

“Threeish weeks.” Mirko rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair, “He’s stubborn.”

He was going to strangle that man with his bare hands.

Izuku frowned, “That’s why he hasn’t been calling... or texting. He’s pulling away.”
 “Some tend to do when they believe they aren’t going to make it.”

He didn’t respond. Pushing the file away from him, he turned and stared out the window.
Katsuki was dying? Is that even possible? That hero has survived so much and this makes
him kick the bucket? Thank the gods above who finally knocked his tired ass out.

Izuku slept the rest of the flight in the plushie chair until a hand ran through his curls, “Hey
champ. The plane landed.” Sighing softly, he leaned into the comforting touch, “C’mon, your
husband needs you.”

Oh. Right.

Izuku got to his feet and leaned against his dad’s side, “I jumped off a building today.”

“I heard and I’m not mad, you were forced.”

“You are so pissed off I can smell it in your breath.” The ashy smell on his breath always
gave him away when he was mad but didn’t want to say. “Where’s my husband?”

Hisashi scowled, “You are just like your mother.” They fell into steps together to the car
waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. “Katsuki is not doing hot, champ... prepare for
the worst.”

Izuku took a slow deep breath. Walnut kicked at his hand a few times, calming his core. “I
didn’t think he’d be cheerful, dad.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You can’t cry, Izuku. He needs you to be his rock... just like he was mine.

Everything was a blur from the tears pooling in his eyes. Was this how dad felt when mom
was gone? The worry of the unknowing before God strikes his hammer down?

It felt like ages until they made it to the hospital. Hisashi helped him out of the car and into a
wheelchair. He didn’t even protest. Izuku knew his legs were on the verge of giving out and
the second he saw Katsuki, that was going to be it.

“Son, we’re here.” Hisashi whispered.

Izuku tightened the grip on his belly and nodded a little. Mirko opened the door slowly, he
was hit with the smell of disinfectants and the slow steady beat of his husband’s heart. “G-
Go.”

Nothing prepared him—nothing ever could.

Katsuki Bakugo—his husband and the Great Ground Zero was pale, weak and broken.

He swore his hair was dull. Izuku stifled back a gasp as his eyes fell on Katsuki’s pinched
face. “He hasn’t been sleeping well... pain meds don’t work, and he can’t get into a position
where it’s pain free.” Hisashi whispered, “The tumor is growing rapidly... and the doctors are
worried it's going to spread to his other organs.”
 “O-Okay. Um can I—please... I want to be alone with him.” Izuku couldn’t take his eyes
off his husband, “I want to be alone with him.”

Hisashi ruffled his hair, “I’ll be outside, son.” Izuku waited until the footsteps grew quieter,
and the door shut with a soft click.

“H-Hey kitty kat.” Taking the blonde’s pale hand, he gripped it between his own two
hands, trying to warm the cool skin. “I... you left me speechless.” There were no words. None
that would make this remotely better, “Katsuki, if you... if there’s any...” Sighing, he brought
the blonde’s knuckles to his lips. “Fate brought us together... we have two kids a-and I can’t
do this alone.

“So... I’m begging. I’m begging you to fight fate taking us away from each other and kick
its ass.” A wet laugh left his trembling lips, “P-Please? For me baby? Fight.”

Katsuki never woke up.

Small moans and whimpers were the only thing he received. His OB showed up and gave
him a full work up with an ultrasound. Baby Walnut was perfect. His stress level was good
for the situation he was in, but the doctor did order bed rest until the baby was born.

“Mr. Bakugo? I’d like to have a word with you on your husband’s condition.” Before him
stood a white-haired older gentleman with the warmest orange eyes he’d ever seen. Izuku
gripped the hand he never let go of and nodded simply, “The tumor has grown since the last
scan.” The orange eyes turned to sorrow, “Either we can keep him comfortable and wait.”
Wait for him to die. He wanted to finish for the man. “Or we can do surgery.”

There was a big fat fucking but in there.

“But it comes with risks.” There it was. “Paralysis, blindness, memory loss—anything
could go wrong with where the tumor is located in the brain.”

Izuku glanced at his husband then turned back to the doctor, “What percentage of success?”

“I’d say 51% chance that he comes out alive.”

That one percent was slapping him in the face. It was there... it was small but there. A
number on a chart. Izuku hated those things as much as he hated quirkist assholes. “You will
do the surgery and you will save this man. Not because he’s the number one hero but because
he’s my husband and the father of my two kids.

“He has a family.”

The surgeon bowed his head lightly, “Understood, sir, we will get him prepped and ready.”

“Sleep, Zu, he’s going to be fine.”

“51%. One little number and I chose to do the surgery.”

Hisashi huffed, “Buddy, sitting here and going through the numbers with different outcomes
is going to make you sick.”

“My husband is sick and didn’t tell me! Why fucked up is that?! Why would he—”

“He wanted to make sure you could handle it alone.” Izuku whirled his head around to
meet his father’s eyes, “He was hoping you it would help you see that you can do well
alone.”

Izuku stared at him comically. “I’m killing him if he doesn’t make it out alive.”

“Please don’t, it took me fourteen hours to remove that tumor.”

He shot up from his wheelchair—ignoring the protest in his sore body—and rushed to the
older man, “P-Please? Did he make it? Is my husband going to be okay?”

The tired orange eyes said it all.

“Only time will tell.”

Word got out somehow that Ground Zero was currently out of commission in an American
hospital. All of his friends called and texted him like crazy and he quickly gave them an
update

Izuku: He’s out of surgery and now we’re playing the waiting game. Please take care of
Japan and visit Kota for us.

Days went on... the news was nonstop about Ground Zero and showing the flowers, cards and
gifts out in front of War Zone. Another thing that was nonstop was his tears. Nothing new but
these were filled with sadness, hope and worry for his husband.

Katsuki still looked terrible. His skin was a ghostly white, cool clammy skin and the
exhausted look on his face. A large bandage covered the back of his shaven head. The
undercut became higher up on his head.

“Handsome... I need you.” He whispered into the silence between them. “I can’t live
without you. I’m not strong enough, baby, I’m not. W-Who will call me baby cakes? W-Who
will I tease all day on the phone?

“W-Who will love me?”

Izuku pressed his husband’s hand to his forehead, closing his eyes tightly, “You are my love,
my life.” Just this once, he wished he had a quirk to heal... to repair the broken damage. “You
are my one and only, Katsuki.”

“I have a dream... a song to sing.” He tried his best to sing the song his mother always
sang when he was down. He would hum it or sing it to Kota at night, but Katsuki never heard
him sing—besides the shower. “If you see the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future
even if you fail. I believe in angels... something g-good in everything I-I see.”
 Izuku dropped his head to his husband’s torso and let out a soft sob. It was so hard being
strong when he didn’t want to be. He wanted to break and cry. Scream and shout to the
heavens that this wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair!

But nothing in life was fair to someone quirkless.

Chapter End Notes

Just another cliffhanger but hey! Izuku made it out alive thanks to asshole Todoroki! 😂
Anywho! Back to the keyboard! MCD or No MCD... that's the real question.

hahaha jk
 Chapter 37
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“Kachan!”

Katsuki looked up from the cold beer in his hand. There he was... his amazing husband.
Everything was fine. It must have all been a dream. More like a nightmare but he was happy
to see his “Yeah, babe?” He called back, leaning forward in the white lawn chair.

Izuku smiled brightly. Brighter than the damn sun, “I was thinking we should have another
one.” He said as the cute little blonde baby giggled at him. Little blonde curls bounced every
time Izuku shifted the baby in his arms.

“We just had...” Why couldn’t he remember the baby’s name? His red eyes narrowed on
the infant in the Ground Zero themed onies. Katsuki couldn’t even tell if the baby was a girl
or boy. Why was the baby’s name not there? He couldn’t find anything about the child’s birth
or Izuku recovering. “Zuku, we just had a baby.”

“I know!” He gushed, happily, “But they are so cute!” His emerald eyes shined with pure
joy as he rubbed his freckled cheek to the baby’s matching freckled one. What was the baby’s
name?

“You’re not wrong.” Katsuki muttered.

Izuku never stopped smiling at him, “What you did was wrong.” A shiver ran down his spine
as Izuku spoke. The words didn’t match his bright smile, they were cold and dripping with
anger. “You kept me in the dark.”

“Zuku... what are you talking about?”

“You don’t love me.”

“You were just going to leave us.”

“Why didn't you tell me? Am I not enough?”

Katsuki felt his jaw hit the floor, what in the fucking world was this man talking about?!,
“No, baby cakes, I love you more than anything. You know that! I married you! My life is
yours!” He married him! He loves him! More than anything in this world! What in the
fucking world was going on?! “Baby please listen to me! I love you so much!” No matter
how he fought, he was stuck to the chair.

“You kept me in the dark!” Suddenly, Izuku’s lips weren’t moving. He just sat there
smiling with the cooing baby and Kota running around the large yard. One of his favorite
dreams... the big house with the big backyard for the kids to run around in. Maybe a few
more little feet running around too. The sun slowly faded to darkness, but Izuku was still
bright as ever. “You were selfish! Am I not enough to fight for?! In sickness and in health till
death do us part.”

“You didn’t tell me!!”

“WHY AM I NOT ENOUGH!?”

K... Kach... Kat...

The sun disappeared, darkness swallowing him whole. “IZUKU!” He cried out, reaching up
at the small fading light above him. Katsuki gasped loudly as his body hit ice water,
engulfing him. The small light disappeared and there he floated in pure darkness.

Only time will tell...

Handsome... I need you.

I can’t live without you.

I’m not strong enough, baby, I’m not.

You are my one and only, Katsuki.

I have a dream... a song to sing.

Izuku.

He wanted Izuku.

There were people waiting for him.

Family, friends... his kids.

Katsuki flexed his fingers, opening and closing his fingers. Deku told you to do something.
Deku needs you! The water felt like hundreds of pounds on his chest, but nothing would hold
him back. Nothing keeps the Great Ground Zero down. Pushing up onto his elbows, he
forced the invisible force off his chest.

He was going to fight.

Getting to his feet took a few tries. He felt weak and tired but it didn’t matter. Nothing else
mattered besides getting back to Izuku. “I-I’m fucking c-coming...” He whispered, pointing
his palms to the ground and muster every last ounce of energy into one big blast.

It only took seconds to blast through the surface and back towards the light. Back to his
house with Izuku and his children. Warmth and brightness swarmed him pulling him back
down to Earth.

“Kachan...?” Katsuki frowned slightly at the small whimper coming from his husband.
“Baby... it’s okay. You’re okay.” He? Why did it matter if he was okay? Slowly, he peeled
open his tired lids but quickly shut them at the blinding white light. “Hold on, baby.”

Katsuki heard a lot of rustling and footsteps before the bed dipped next to his hip and warm
hands cupped his cheeks. “You can try again.” Try... again? Katsuki once again opened his
eyes but this time everything around him was dark but the small soft glow coming from the
window and the bright emerald eyes staring down at him. “Can you see me?”

That was his husband, freckles and all.

The blonde stared at him in awe. Was he always this beautiful? “Katsuki, sweetie, do you
know where you are?”

God, he was bone ass tired and Izuku really wanted to play twenty questions? Fuck him. “Z-
Zu...” His tongue felt so heavy in his mouth. He didn’t even want to try and form words.

“That’s me.” Izuku whispered with a bright smile. “I need you to tell me where you are so
I can give the nurses something and then you can sleep.”

Moving his eyes, a little, he saw the familiar curtain by the door and white walls surrounding
him. “H-Hospital.” Izuku nodded eagerly. Why did his emerald eyes fill with tears all of a
sudden?

“Can you feel me?” Izuku whispered. A small pinch came to his thigh.

“Mhmm.” He hummed enough for an answer. Then Izuku moved to his other thigh,
working his way down both legs as he hummed. He felt them all. He didn’t even try to
process why his husband was doing this weird shit. The only thing he wanted to know was
what the baby’s name is. “B... baby?”

Izuku gently took his hand and pressed it against something soft yet firm. After a bit, he felt
something kick his hand, “The baby is still baking.” That didn’t make sense? The baby—he
saw the baby! “Handsome, you need to calm down or the nurse will have to come in.” Izuku
warned softly, “The baby is perfectly fine.”

He knew that. He didn’t know the baby’s name. The feeling of frustrations was dwelling in
his chest no matter how many times he said the baby was fine. Poking at his belly, he tried to
get his shaking fingers to listen to his brain.

“Kitty kat, you need to relax...” Izuku watched his finger closely, “A-Are you spelling?”
Katsuki praised his husband for being so smart. “Okay, N... another N? No, that’s not right.
N. A... W—wait! M. E?”

Thank fuck.

His hand fell into his husband’s lap. That whole thing really wore him out and now all he
wanted to do was sleep. But like hell he was going to bed without knowin— “It’s a girl a-and
her name is Aiya.”

Aiya.
He liked that.

Katsuki’s eyes fluttered closed, and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Izuku bit down on his lower lip until he could taste the faint hint of copper on his tongue.
Days of waiting and waiting... Katsuki finally woke up. It may have only been for twenty
minutes but that was still better than nothing.

Katsuki was going to be okay.

That single thought finally let his body relax. Tears that have been forced back for days have
finally spilled over his cheeks and down his chin. He’s okay. Katsuki’s okay. Every single
thread of fear burned away to ash and replaced with relief.

Picking up his phone from his lap, he dialed his mother in law. She informed him that
whether it was night or day, he better call when her son wakes up. She used that scary voice
so he was going to for sure call.

“Hello?”

“H-He woke up today. T-talked and c-could see me! He could feel h-his legs! Moved his
arms!” Mitsuki quickly told her husband everything and the three of them just cried tears of
joy. “H-He remembered the b-baby!”

“Okay. Keep us in the loop, Izu. And if you need anything at all, you call us, okay? We’re
going to steal Kota for a few days.” Mitsuki and her husband wanted nothing more than to
fly to the states and be here with them. It was hard to be away from Kota, so it was worse
when the outcome of the surgery was unknown. The doctor said it would be best to just have
him there and not overwhelm Katsuki when he woke up. “Take care of our son, please.”

“I p-promise.”

Once he hung up the phone, he sent a text in the group chat saying Katsuki woke up and was
doing better than expected. He pressed the top of his phone to his chin as his eyes watched
his husband’s chest rise and fall.

“You did so good, Katsuki.” He murmured softly. Now it was just another waiting game to
see how long he would sleep this time around.

Izuku didn’t leave his side unless to take a quick shower or use the bathroom. Otherwise, he
was in the horribly uncomfortable chair that not only made his feet fall asleep but his back
was seriously killing him.

Katsuki only woke up a few times to mumble the baby’s name before falling back into a deep
sleep but every day was also different. It was so weird and amazing to see Katsuki slowly
come back to himself with each new day.

“How’s he doing today?” Hisashi asked when he stopped by after work on the fifth day
since Katsuki’s woken up. He just got off a FaceTime with his son who would not stop telling
him about the stupid boy at school that made Eri laugh.

“Well, he’s been snoring so I take that as a plus.” He said with a smile. “Also, he opened
his eyes twice today!”

Hisashi hummed, looking over his husband’s chart, “And you? How’s your back doing?”

“Oh it hurts but—Hey! That’s cheating and you know it!” Izuku pouted, “I’m fine, dad.
Kachan just went through major brain surgery—”

“Two weeks ago. He’s healing which means you can breathe.”

“Breathing is for losers.” Izuku muttered under his breath, “Katsuki needs me.”

Hisashi huffed slightly, “He needs you to take care of yourself and grow that baby.” Izuku
sneered down at his laced fingers, mocking the hero, “I saw that and if you don’t get out of
this room for an hour, I will remove you from the approved visitor list.”

Izuku whirled around and glared at the dark Jade eyes, “I’m his husband! You can’t take me
off the list!”

“I will if it becomes a danger to yours and the baby's health!”

“He needs me!”

“He needs rest!”

“I need... you b-both... to s-shut it.”

Izuku knitted his brows together in confusion. Not only did his father’s lips not move but that
wasn’t his voice. Slowly, terrified that it was only his imagination playing tricks on him, he
turned around.

Tired scarlet eyes stared back at him. Katsuki spoke! Izuku pushed himself out of the chair
and took his hand between his, “Hey handsome.”

Katsuki just stared at him with a blank expression on his face. His tongue ran along his dry
lips under the mask, “B-Baby?”

“Still growing.” Red eyes looked down at his belly and pulled his hand out of his grasp to
rest his palm on top of his bump. “Kachan?” He whispered as he watched tears roll down the
pale cheeks. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Everything is okay.”

“I-I’m... d-dying, Zu.”

Izuku stared at him for a moment, tilting his head to the side. The grease weighed down his
curls enough that they stayed in place on top of his head. “Kachan, what’s the last thing you
remember?”

“M-Mina... yelling at m-me.” Katsuki whispered painfully, “I-I’m s-s-sorry, baby...”

 Hisashi told him that the day he came to see him, Mina and him were fighting about tell him.
That had to have been the day they Facetimed or the day after. Going on two weeks ago. “No,
handsome, you—they got the tumor and fixed you all up.” Katsuki’s eyes grew slightly,
bewildered. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“G... Gonna live?”

“I’m not letting you leave me that easily.” Izuku put on his bright smile for the love of his
life and Katsuki lightly rubbed along his belly until baby Walnut kicked a few times. “She
and Kota agree that you can’t go anywhere.”

Chapter End Notes

Okay. Okay. I'm mostly done with the angst alright?

Mostly.

No dying or anything. Geez lol I'd never make this MCD. I'd just cry.
 Chapter 38
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Katsuki hugged the dark blue pillow to his chest as his husband waddled around the bedroom
before him. Something was wrong with him. Izuku knew that. The doctors knew that. Kota
even noticed but how the hell could he explain it without sounding like he was ungrateful.

He wasn’t.

Katsuki has an amazing husband, son and daughter about ready to make her entrance but...
something inside of him died. Those dreams were haunting him... Aiya cooing in his
husband’s arms. Kota running around while he relaxed on the porch.

It was perfect.

Then when he woke up it was gone in the blink of an eye, and he couldn’t go through that
again.

“I’m quitting.”

Izuku froze, the sock he just picked up off the bed slipping from his fingers, “Quitting w-
what exactly?” Katsuki could hear the worry in his tone that made his heart clench. Izuku’s
emerald eyes grew wide behind the lens of his glasses.

“Being a hero.”

That earned him a frown. Izuku pressed his hand under his belly as he walked around the bed
and sat down heavily next to his crossed legs, “Kachan, I know there’s something you aren’t
telling me. The tears you try to hide from me. What’s going on?”

Katsuki should tell his husband about the dream. Or was it now a haunting nightmare? Was
he just confused between what was fake and what was real?

Or... was he waiting to drown in the ice cold water where he should have died?

“I almost died, Deku.”

The corners of the green eyes tightened slightly at the name, “I understand that, but it’s been
two weeks and I’m obviously missing the bigger picture here.” He sighed tiredly. Izuku was
exhausted. All Katsuki did was lay in bed or sit on the couch while Izuku did everything.
Katsuki was waiting for the other shoe to drop and the ground to disappear from under his
feet. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“No point.”
Izuku stared back at him, confused, “Katsuki, I’m not asking you to be better or get over the
fact you thought you were going to die. I would never do that but there is a point.” Izuku laid
his scarred hand on his forearm, “I’m asking you to explain it, so I understand.”

The blonde looked down at the warm hand on his arm, “I’m not... okay.” It felt good but bad
to admit it out loud. Aizawa and Kirishima were the only ones he felt like he could be weak
with and no with his husband... but saying that he wasn’t okay felt wrong. “And been doing
all the things the idiots say to do but it’s not the tumor or anything like that.”

“Then what is it, babe?”

“It’s not that simple, Izuku. You’ll hate me or think I’m being ridiculous.”

Izuku squeezed his arm lightly, “I could never hate you, handsome or think that.” Izuku was
one of the most patient people he’s ever met. The emerald sea of strength stared into him,
flooding him with nothing but love and the power to overcome anything.

Swallowing thickly, he pushed the bile back down his throat. “I-I... had this—it didn’t feel
like a dream at all. It was so fucking real, Zu.” He breathed, “The wind on my face, the cold
beer in my damn hand.” He opened his palm and stared down at his hand. “The baby was
born, cooing as you held her and Kota ran around the big back yard.

“It felt like I just got home from work or a mission. I was enjoying a cold beer while sitting
on the porch.” Izuku gently took his dry hands and held them tightly in his grip. “I-I miss it.
S-Sometimes I can’t wake up and figure out what is real or not. I love all of you and I love
this life but my brai—”

“You are still healing, kitty kat.” The smile on his lips showed nothing but love and that
instantly calmed his racing heart. “The tumor was large for your brain... it was scary only
knowing that there was a small percentage of hope.” Izuku whispered softly, “You are
allowed to feel however you want.”

“I-I want both, Zu.”

Izuku smiled brightly, lifting the dark cloud that has been hanging over his head for weeks.
“Then go find that dream house, baby. Aiya will be here any minute and Kota could use the
yard. Plus, if it makes you happy and helps you heal. Then I don’t mind moving.”

Katsuki shouldn’t have been surprised by the gesture but sometimes it was hard for him to
believe that his perfect man married him of all people. “R-Really?”

The curls bounced with his quick nod, “Anything for you, Kachan.”

“So... you’ll give me more babies?”

“Like I said, anything you want but!” Izuku pressed his hands into his shoulders, pushing
himself up with a painful moan, “I have to work. I get to hang out with Hawks today so that
will be fun.”
Katsuki didn’t want him to leave. He wanted him to come and look at houses with him but he
knew that Izuku took a lot of time off for his surgery. Izuku was itching to get back to work
since he wasn’t in need of help anymore.

“Don’t forget that Kiri has Kota today!” Izuku called as he walked out into the hallway.
“They went to the docks for the fair! So, you are free to go house hunting! Take your comms
with you just in case I go into labor! I love you!”

And the door just with a light bang as his husband left for work.

For the first time in weeks, he felt good. All the pressure from the dream was lifted off his
chest and Izuku wanted to help make his dreams come true. Katsuki lifted his right hand in
front of his face. The skin was slightly dry and cracking without the sweat from his quirk.

He hasn’t even tried to use it since he woke up from the hospital. No sweat. No... nothing.

More like he had no will to try.

God, he just felt stupid.

Maybe the tumor was there, and a part of his brain was taken. For some stupid ass reason he
was standing on the porch of his childhood home with his finger pressing the doorbell. He
may have rung it one too many times. The only way he could tell was his mother cussing
behind the light brown door and the stomps following.

“Can you—”

“Hey, ma.” His hand fell to his side. Slowly, he ran his palm over the thigh of his jeans and
into his pocket, hunching his shoulders forward. The matching scarlet eyes stared at him with
a guarded expression. It must have been a blonde Bakugo trait. They used it when they were
hiding emotions from the world.

“I see you got out of the house.” She stated, obviously. He shrugged his shoulders. “Do
you... want to come in?” Talk about awkward.

Katsuki glanced over her head and met his father’s eyes, “I uh actually wanted to go house
shopping.” Mitsuki glanced back at her husband who nodded his head and shooed them with
a wave of his hand.

“Well, I’ll grab my purse.”

Katsuki wasn’t allowed to drive yet. So, the two blondes got in white sedan and went to the
closest house for sale. It was nice and thank fuck for his mom because his brain still felt like
a giant, thick fog. Thinking and him just didn’t mix but Mitsuki knew exactly what he wanted
in a home.

Expect for one thing.

Walking out the double French doors, he glanced over the backyard, “It’s not right.” Mitsuki
opened her mouth to protest, “It’s not right! I-I don’t fucking like it! I—”

“Okay, Katsuki, okay.” Mitsuki gently took his arm and pulled him from the house. One
after the other, he reacted the same way. The porch and the yard were all wrong. “Kats, baby,
what are you looking for?”

“H-House with a yard and a porch.” He whispered. At this point, his head was pounding so
bad he could throw the fuck up. “I-I need it p-perfect! I...”

Mitsuki gently stroked his cheek, her finger running lightly over his eyes. His eyes fluttered
closed, “I will help you find that perfect and if it’s not here, we will build it.”

“No... no time to b-build it.”

“Let’s start with looking.”

Hours and hours passed by and each house he looked at the more depressed he grew. Was the
right house even out there? Was this stupid dream going to play mind tricks on him until he
finally goes crazy?

What type of man was he not to get the perfect home for his perfect family?

Izuku deserved so much in the short time they’ve been together. Why couldn’t he just make it
happen?!

By the twenty second home, they were in the upper part of district seven or as Denki called it.
The rich village. The... suburbs. A perfect place to raise a growing family. Only... and only if
he can find the perfect house.

Katsuki found a small amount of courage and told his mom what the yard and porch looked
like, “It’s important... r-really important.”

The dark red eyes filled with worry, but she smiled, ruffling his messy hair, “I’ll go check.”
Why look at the rest of the house if the yard wasn’t what he want—needed. “Baby? I think
this is the one.” This was probably the most exercise he’s had in weeks. His body screamed
and head pounded as he got from the car.

“M-Ma... it has to be.”

Mitsuki wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lead him up the small brick driveway,
“It’s a huge yard with a pool and a lot of room for a backyard cook out.” He didn’t say
anything. Katsuki was focused on the large French doors off the kitchen. “Birthday parties.”

Katsuki stepped out onto the porch. There it was. The yard of his dream... “Ma...” Mitsuki
rubbed her warm hand over his back. It was everything he wanted and more. “This is it.” He
whispered right before the sob erupted from his throat, “I-It’s here!”

An explosion went off in his chest, warmth spreading through every vein with the beat of his
heart.
 Sweat covered his dry hands as the fog cleared from his head.

With the flick of the wrist, he flexed his fingers open and let off a small explosion. “I-I just
need my b-baby girl.”

“Yes, you do and she’ll be here soon.”

It wasn’t soon enough.

Being the man he was, he found the buyer personally and paid the couple cash for the house.
He wanted to give the entire amount to them for making his dreams become reality. Mitsuki
and him worked on ordering everything they could want/need in the new house.

Hopefully, Aiya would chill in Izuku’s belly for another week while he got everything settled
into the new house. But it’s Izuku so probably three days is what he was working with. Great.
And they still needed all the baby stuff too.

He couldn’t have picked a worse time to get a tumor.

“I’m proud of you, son.” Katsuki turned from where he stood on the porch. His dad gave
him a soft smile a little more than a foot away. “You’ve grown so much and watching you
become the man we’ve dreamed of you becoming is a blessing.”

“Even... even if I quit being a hero?”

Masaru chuckled softly, “Katsuki, that’s just a job with a title. You are Katsuki Bakugo first
and forever. Izuku and Kota see you as a husband and father. Soon Aiya too.

“Ground Zero will always be a part of you but it’s not who you are.” Katsuki didn’t know
what he wanted. One thing for sure was that he wanted to stay alive and grow old with his
husband with the second chance at life. Izuku will be cherished. The kids will be loved.
“Don’t just quit tonight or even tomorrow. Think it over, Katsuki.”

The blonde nodded, turning back to the backyard. So many different thoughts ran through his
mind. Hero or not? What would he do then?

There wasn’t much time to really think about it.

Maybe it was a sign from the Gods or a wake up call he needed.

The alarm of the Tsunami warning blared through Japan.

“I guess it’s not my time.” Katsuki pointed his palms to the ground and blasted into the
sky. Izuku was going to kill him but it was about time he was back with his baby cakes.

Chapter End Notes

I'm so sorry this is so late!! I'm back now!
 Chapter 39
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Did you fucking walk here?!”

Izuku looked up from his very large belly he had cradled in his two hands, “Well, my
husband can’t drive, I surely can’t drive, and walking is the best way to start labor.” It felt
good to get out of the house and his emotions seemed to like it also.

He reached forward and grabbed the purple haired man’s collar, yanking him forward. Nose
to nose now, he let his bottled up emotions pour free, “I can’t do this anymore!” He snapped,
“Do you understand what it’s like to carry a fucking watermelon on the front of you?! No!
Because you’re not pregnant! On top of all that!” Shinso clamped his lips shut as he ranted
on, “My husband is so messed up in the head that he barely gets out of bed! He’s recovering
which is amazing and I’m so damn proud of him but I’m so fucking tired!

“I’m tired Hitoshi!” He shouted for the whole office to hear, “And...” The words faded
from his lips as the weight of his belly lessened. “Toshi, I’m tired.”

Shinso chuckled a little, “I can tell. Mr. Crank Ass.” Izuku dropped his hand from the taller
man’s shirt and pressed his forehead to his shoulder. Shinso had his hands under his swollen
belly, lifting it gently and taking as much weight of the baby he could in his hands, “All it
took was me holding your belly?”

“You can’t let go or I’ll cry.” Izuku loved it when Katsuki would come up behind him and
gently lift his belly up, taking the weight of the baby in his hands. He almost forgot how
amazing it felt back then but now it felt even better. “This baby is like eight pounds and that
doesn’t include the other parts.”

Shinso just laughed lightly, “Winnie! Bring the pregnant man his throne.” Izuku didn’t bother
opening his eyes as his body sunk into his friend’s chest. He was a little starved of warmth.
Katsuki only ever touched his belly or held onto Kota but—he wasn’t complaining. It just
took a toll on his heart, mind and soul.

“ Toshi... I’m scared.”

“I’d be shitting my pants if I was going to have a baby.”

Izuku rubbed his forehead on his shoulder, shaking his head, “N-No... K-Kachan. He’s so... It
scares me.”

Shinso and a few other hands helped lower him into the chair, “He’ll get better.” Shinso
promised softly, removing his hands. “We got a surprise for you.”
Izuku frowned a little, “I need to get to work.” He wasn’t given a choice. Winnie pushed him
into the break room that was covered in pink ‘It’s a girl’ décor. The tables were covered in
wrapped gifts and pink gift bags. Another table had pink cupcakes and the cutest baby stroller
cookies. “Y-You...” Yup the water works were starting.

“I know life has been rough, Deku.” Sara said with a smile, “We wanted to make sure you
had a baby shower even if it’s a small one.”

The greenette hiccupped against the small sob in his throat and then he was full blown
crying. It took him a good ten minutes to calm down enough to see Shinso holding a gift out
to him.

“Start up, Izu. We got work to do.”

Everything was so cute and perfect. There was even some Ground Zero baby merch that
Katsuki would love. Hero or not, he will always be Ground Zero. That won’t ever disappear.
Izuku was finally pushed back to his desk with a plate of cake and cookies resting on his
belly.

“Work your magic, Deku.”

And did he.

It felt amazing to be back in his chair and the click of the keys surrounding him. Every call
was pretty easy, some needed medical, and others needed a hero. One idiot trying to rob a
bank and a small bush fire in the park.

Until, he got the one call.

“119, what is your emergency?”

“You have to send someone! Quick!”

Izuku frowned slightly. He instantly put the number into the system and got an eighteen year
old with the name of Tony. Huh. He’s visiting from America? “What’s the problem sir?”

“The waves! They are pulling back!”

He pushed himself up as quick as Walnut would let him and winced at the sharp pain in his
side. “Where? What beach?”

“I don’t know! We’re at the fair on the docks and everyone started screaming!” Tony
wasn’t wrong. There were many different screams in the background. Ones full of panic.
“Please help us!”

Izuku bit the inside of his cheek, waddling himself over to the large windows. The sea wasn’t
too far away... normally. There was too much sand as the sea pulled back for the roaring
attack. “Sara, we need to pull the alarm. Tsunami and we don’t have much time.” Pushing
down all the sudden pain in his belly, he stared at the blue water, “Tony, when the alarms
start, grab a child near you and run.”
The alarm began to ring a moment later. “O-Okay! I’m going!”

Please Gods give those the speed they need to escape the danger that will follow. He prayed.

He tapped his earpiece and went to the heroes, “We have a severe Tsunami heading straight
for the fair. We need all hands on deck. I don’t c-care if you have dinner plans or just clocked
off for the night. Get your butts out there and save those you swore to save.”

“God damn, don’t I feel fired up from that little speech.”

The greenette gasped loudly along with a few others. He almost didn’t believe that his
husband was on the other end of the line, but all the doubt faded with two small words.

“Baby cakes, where do you want me?”

Izuku would have started crying all over again. A big fat ugly cry of joy but the pain in his
belly was getting worse, “Get...” He stumbled forward slightly. Ow. What the fuck is going
on?! “Everyone needs... to get to... the docks.” With shaking fingers, he scrambled to find the
mute button on his earpiece, “TOSHI!”

“Deku, what the hell is going on for there?”

Him!? He wanted to know why all of the sudden his husband was back! That’s what he
wanted to know! Or he would want to know if he wasn’t in labor in the middle of a natural
disaster!

Izuku felt the leather chair hit the back of his knees before the hand on his elbow, “Sit your
stupid pregnant ass down.” Shinso sighed, “Call off the dog too, he’s yelling at everyone.”
Shinso unmuted his mic and helped him down into the chair.

“D-Don’t make me put you on light duty again.” He smiled slightly, “You’ll be meeting a
lot of old ladies that feed you cookies.”

“Get the fuck moving! Now! No! Drop the bags and run cause I ain’t carrying you if you
trip with them!” Katsuki growled out, “Move it!” And the cuss words were back. Izuku
relaxed into his chair, sighing as the contractions slowly faded, “Baby cakes are you
alright?!”

“I’m fine. Walnut is fine.” Kota. Kota was at the fair with Kirishima. Kota. Was. At. The.
Fair. “Katsuki! You better find our fucking son! Now!” He should have said no. Kirishima
was so nice to take him to the fair that Kota has been begging to go to since the day it
opened. Katsuki wasn’t in the right state to go, and he could barely walk two blocks without
taking a break. “I-I should have said no! Damn it!”

Katsuki sighed into his ear, “No, it’s not your fault and shitty hair wouldn’t let anything
happen to our son. Settle down before you go into labor and I will find him.”

“W-Why are you... you again?” He blurted.

 “I found the house.” Good. That was a good sign, “My quirk came back and the fog lifted.
I don’t really fucking know, baby but I’m here.”

Izuku sagged in his seat, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I-I missed you.”

Katsuki chuckled, “I missed you too. Let’s get this done so we can go home, okay? Start
moving people! Go faster! It’s fucking coming!”

Izuku couldn’t help but worry. No matter how far the people got, those waves moved fast.
Rolling back to his desk, he stared at the screen, “There’s one hero that could help with this.
Fuck me.” He slammed around a few buttons then forced himself to press call.

“Hello.”

God, he’s so bland.

“Frostfire! Hello, um question for you. You’ve seen Frozen Two, right? Ya know, where
Elsa protects the village from the water by freezing it.”

Todoroki paused for a long moment, “You want me to play Elsa?”

“Let it go? Into the Unknown? UH YES! The city and everyone in it will die so if you
could get your bland head out of your tight ass and think about others before your stupid
boring self for once in your life. Be a damn hero!”

Todoroki sighed, “I’m under house arrest.” Izuku was going to strangle him. “But if you...
help me get better at being a hero then I shall be Elsa for now.”

Izuku was taken back by the request.

“Fine! Just—my baby is also down there so please... help them.”

“I shall do my best, Deku.”

“Kota!! Eijiro!!”

Katsuki whirled around left and right but nothing. No red hair or stupid red hair. Izuku was
going to kill him. No, he was going to kill that idiot first before Kirishima had the chance to
live.

Then he would die.

“Get going!”

Kirishima stared at the ocean as the waves grew and grew waiting for the right moment to
crash down. “Kota, stay close to me, okay?”
 “I-I want my daddy!” The boy cried gripping tightly to his leg. This was one thing he hated
about his quirk. He couldn’t run fast or fly like his friends or other heroes. He was stuck on
the ground and took the impact head on like a shield.

Normally, that’s what he would do but he has his best friend’s son attached to his leg, scared.
“I know, buddy and I will get you back to him.” They needed a place to hide. To his left, he
could see Todoroki at the end of the largest dock. Ice wall after ice wall appeared... it was a
good plan if they were over there.

Right now, the two of them were at the small docks near the bathrooms and small kid games.
Kota got a little sick to his stomach on the last ride, so he thought it was a smart idea to let
him settle down.

Oh, how wrong he was.

“Kota, we’re going to hide over here and you’re going to be so brave for your papa and
daddy.” Kota’s frame shook with fear as he guided the boy quickly over to one of the booths
and helped him through the barn style door.

Kirishima turned slightly and watched the raging waves getting closer and closer. His heart
leaped into his throat the second the water hit the wood, disappearing from sight. “Fuck.” He
hopped over the booth. “Hold on, Kota!” He covered the boy with his body and hardened up
to almost unbreakable.

If only he knew that it wouldn’t be enough.

The water was so strong, pushing and pulling. Swirling them in circles. Lifting him off of
Kota the second the water hit his skin. Kota tried to reach for him but the jagged skin on his
arm only cut the boy’s hand.

Kota screamed for him as he was washed away.

Kirishima reached out for him.

But Mother Nature always won the battle against humans. She ruled them... and when
someone pissed her off, she came back twice as hard.

His lungs burned for air as he was knocked back and forth between different objects that
were kicked up in the water. None of them were Kota.

Be a hero and get it together! It’s no time to die!

He reached up and grabbed on to the first thing that ran over his fingers. Breaking the surface
was a little difficult against the moving water but he managed to get his head up, gulping as
much air as he could,

“KOOOOOOOTA!!!”

Kota was gone.

Chapter End Notes

Oh. No.

You all don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment in the whole fic!
 Chapter 40

The red hat, damp and dirty from being dragged through the water, even one of the golden
horns was missing. what left the explosive hero speechless. “Eijiro... where’s Kota?” Scarlet
eyes stared at the hat in his fingers and his lips parted slightly. “Why do you have his hat?”
Kota never ever left without

Maybe that was scarier.

“Katsuki... we... we were at the other end of the fair a-and I t-tried—I swear t-to you I tried
everything.” Katsuki glanced up at him with tears in his eyes, nodding just slightly. The
words wouldn’t even leave his lips. How could he tell his best friend his son died—

“Kota.”

Kirishima nodded miserably, dropping his gaze to the ground, “I-I’m sorry, Ka—”

“Kota!” Katsuki darted around him. Kirishima whirled around and found the little boy
holding a tiny white kitten to his chest in the arms of their former teacher. “Shortstack!”

“P-Papa!!”

Kirishima stumbled back as the tears he’d been holding all day finally escaped his eyes. Kota
was fine. Alive. Talking and—

“I got you, baby.” Denki pulled him back against his chest and held him tightly. Kirishima
gasped loudly. “It’s okay. Let it out.” Kota was fine.

Katsuki looked over his son’s exposed skin, completely fussing. It’s something Izuku would
surely do. “I see you found a kitten, bud.” Fuck. That was scary as fuck. This was how his
husband felt? Shit. He needs to make sure to shower him in love.

“A few adults found him in a tree trying to save the fluff ball.” Aizawa explained,
“Stubborn just like his daddy, he wouldn’t leave until it was safe.”

He didn’t even give a fuck if the kitten came home with him at this point. Kota was safe and
that’s all that mattered. “Uncle Kiri saved me, papa! We had so much fun today! All the rides
and games! Plus cotton candy and corndogs! Can we go again!?”

Katsuki glanced back at his friend. He knew that Kirishima did everything in his power to
keep his son safe and he was forever grateful, “When all the repairs are done, sure, bud... if
daddy lets us.”

“I wanna tell daddy about the kitten!” Kota beamed up at him. He nodded a little, choking
down the tears and running his fingers through his dark locks.
 “Let’s start with a bath. Both of you stink.”

“GET OFF OF ME! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD! I’M NOT GOING UNTIL I FIND
MY HUSBAND!” Damn. That idiot needed to chill out and just... Why did that sound like
his idiot husband?

Katsuki ruffled his son’s hair, “You stay with grandpa Zawa for a bit. I’m going to go check
on daddy.” Turning, he jogged through the crowded treatment area following the yelling.
Rounding the corner, Izuku was screaming his head off and fighting against the nurses and
Hawks. “Izuku, chill the hell out.”

Izuku instantly froze then relaxed into the foam mattress. “K-Kota? You found him?”

“Yeah, shitty hair kept him safe and Kota even brought home a new kitten but what the
fuck are you doing here on a stretcher?”

“He’s in labor—has been most of the day.” Shinso answered before Izuku could lie out his
ass. “Dumbass here refused to leave until most of the damage was under control.”

“I hate you.” Izuku spat.

“I’m not the one who is in labor!”

Katsuki closed the small distance with a few steps and smiled down at the love of his life.
“Can we have our baby Walnut now?”

Izuku’s emerald eyes grew wide yet soft at the same time. “Y-You’ll be there?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promised.

The nurses and doctors moved quickly to get Izuku prepped and in the OR as fast as they
could. One of the nurses handed him a pair of scrubs to change into. God, his heart was about
to leap right through his rib cage and onto the floor.

Aiya was about to be born.

He took a deep breath to try and calm his heart before pushing the door open to the OR and
beelining straight to his husband.

“Hey sweetheart.”

Green met red.

Izuku smiled fondly up at him, “Happy two years, sugar plum.” Two years. Two years since
he first heard Izuku’s sweet yet sassy ass voice. The voice that drove him crazy but could
melt him into a puddle with only a nickname.

“Damn, it’s that day, huh.” He whispered, running the back of his hand over the freckled
cheek. “Your sassy ass was so annoying.”
 “Y-You love it.” He whispered. The doctor nodded to him as she got to work behind the
sheet and he was now in charge of Izuku.

Katsuki sat down on the stool behind him. The thick framed glasses were missing from his
husband’s face so he made sure to lean in close so he could see his face clearly. “You are so
amazing, Zuku, you are strong, brave, loving and Aiya, Kota and I are so damn lucky to have
you.”

“K-Kachan...”

“I remember the first time you called me that.” Katsuki smirked, “I came back to work,
and you were nowhere to be found. I made another one of your coworkers cry that day, but I
got your address.” Izuku pouted but waited for him to continue, “I was so fucking nervous—
like now—that I stood in front of your door for a good twenty minutes. My hands were
sweating. Heart pounding.

“But I knocked and met this cute little green haired nerd. Freckles all over his cheeks and
blind as a bat. You couldn’t hear shit but you let me in and I took care of you.”

“You got me naked before the first date.” He protested cutely.

“And that ass was fucking to die for.” He chuckled lightly, poking him on the nose, “You
called me Kachan and it just made me fall in more in love with you.”

Izuku opened his mouth but a small whimper followed by a cry froze the couple in place. The
nurse lowered the sheet slightly as the doctor held the newborn up.

“Congratulations, gentlemen. You have a healthy baby girl.”

Aiya... was perfect.

She had tiny little tuffs of blonde curls stuck down on her head and he could make out the
lightest freckles on her cheeks as she kicked around, crying.

“Baby cakes, she’s perfect.”

Izuku smiled tiredly. He wanted to tell his husband to sleep but he knew Izuku better than to
give in. Aiya was here and there was no way he would shut those green eyes until he got a
good look. Katsuki kept a hand on his husband’s head as his eyes kept track of his daughter.

“Alright, daddy, I got your baby here to see you.” The nurse whispered softly, laying the
baby down on Izuku’s chest. Carefully, he placed his free hand on the baby’s back, keeping
her in place. “Congrats, Ground Zero.”

Katsuki swallowed thickly, “T-Thank you.” Aiya yawned so cutely. She looked just like the
baby in his dream. Everything was perfect.

“Your papa is crying.” Izuku whispered, “He doesn’t do it often but he’s beautiful either
way.”
Shit. He was fucking crying again. “Shut it, crybaby.” He choked out, wiping his eyes
quickly but tears still trailed over his cheeks. “Thank you, Izuku. Thank you.”

“Kachan!”

Katsuki looked up from the cold beer in his hand. There he was his amazing husband.
Everything was fine and all his dreams came true. “Yeah, babe?” He called back, leaning
forward in the white lawn chair.

Izuku smiled brightly. Brighter than the damn sun, “I have something I want to tell you!” He
said as the cute little blonde baby giggled at him. Little blonde curls bounced every time
Izuku shifted the baby in his arms. Aiya just turned six months old. Of course, Izuku had to
throw a small party for everything. Maybe it was over the top but

“We just had...” His red eyes narrowed on the infant in the Ground Zero themed onies then
glared at his husband. Something was up to something. “Zuku, we just had a baby.”

“I know!” He gushed, happily, “But they are so cute! And if I recall! You wanted more
so... I’m pregnant!” His emerald eyes shined with pure joy as he rubbed his freckled cheek to
the baby’s matching freckled one.

“You’re lyin’.” Katsuki muttered. No fucking way his husband was pregnant. Again.

“I am!” Izuku laughed causing Aiya to giggle cutely. “Aiya said she wanted to be a big
sister!~” He sang.

Katsuki fell back into his chair in disbelief. “Zu!”

“Yes, my sweet pair of sugar tits!”

“You really did—that why we made out so hard last week!”

Izuku rolled his eyes dramatically, “Wow, papa just got that? Sometimes he can be so slow,
Aiya.” Aiya squealed happily, bouncing in his arms. “I promised you more babies!”

“I was thinking when Aiya was two!”

“Well, that’s boring.” Izuku deadpanned, “We don’t do boring.”

Katsuki sighed heavily. “Yeah, I fucking know. We should do boring, Zu. We should. Boring
is the new fun.”

Boring was not a word to describe their relationship at all. Never has and never will.

“Sooooo...” Izuku held up the baby covering his face. “Papa! I wanna be a big sister!”
Izuku said, pitching his voice high. “Pwease!?”

“Tell your daddy that he already knows the answer.” Katsuki grunted as he stood from the
chair and walked over to his baby. “Tell daddy I’m fine with as many babies as he wants.”
Aiya giggled and cooed up at him. “Come here, puddin’.”

Taking his daughter, he propped her on his hip and walked over to the new playground
structure he built last weekend with the idiots. “Shortstack!”

Kota popped his head out of the window, “Hi papa!” He narrowed his eyes at his son, “Daddy
told me not to!”

“Izuku!”

“Yes, that’s my name, sweet thing.” Izuku flashed him a sweet smile. “You know the kids
will do anything for me, Kachan.”

Kota giggled, “Daddy gives me lots of ice cream and treats when you stay late at work!”
Izuku groaned loudly, “Oops!” He dove back into the house and slammed the window shut.

Katsuki growled playfully and nuzzled Aiya’s freckled cheek, “Your daddy’s getting spanked
later.”

“Don’t threaten me with a fabulous time, big guy. I happen to enjoy getting spanked by
some explosive hands.” Izuku laughed and fell back into the grass. “I mean! Oh no please
don’t I hate it so much!”

“Daddy is a brat.”

“Daddy is so funny!”

Aiya curled her fist in his shirt and the other in her mouth. She cooed around her small fist,
drooling onto his shirt. God, he was so fucking happy. Thank fuck he was a brat and Izuku
was there to put him in his place otherwise he wouldn’t have any of this.

“You’re staring.” Izuku said sweetly with a smile on his lips. “I know I’m stunning but you
don’t have to drool.”

Katsuki scuffed, “I ain’t drooling. That’s the pumpkin right here.” And so what if he fucking
was. His husband was stunning and he could stare at him all day. “I love you.” Izuku’s bright
emerald eyes widened slightly behind the frames before they softened into a loving gaze, “I
love you so damn much.”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing how much I love you.” Izuku said and
patted the grass in front of him. Katsuki let his feet do all the work while his mind went
through all the ways he loved his husband. Once he was laying in the grass with Aiya on his
chest and his head in Izuku’s lap, he smiled up at him.

“You really are pregnant.” Katsuki asked while he nudged his head lightly to his stomach.
“That doesn’t sound a little fucking crazy.”

Izuku tapped a finger to his chin as he thought the idea over, “Nope!” He said with a pop of
the p. “We aren’t gonna be some boring married couple!
 “Izuku Bakugo, when has our life been boring?”

“Never!” He laughed, “And it needs to stay that way! Just think! One day Kota will be
graduating high school! My dad will be retiring. You’ll get wrinkles.” He rolled his eyes.
Skin care. He does skin care. “And Aiya will be going to school! We got our entire lives
ahead of us so why not just add more fun, handsome?”

Katsuki closed his eyes, settling into the fingers that combed through his hair, “It’s okay. I
bought a beach house so we’re even.”

“Katsuki!”

“Oh-ho! Don’t you dare ‘Katsuki’ me! You have a baby growing in your stomach. I bought
a house. Same thing.” He smirked, peeking an eye open to find his husband very cutely
pouting. His heart instantly flipped, and he fell in love all over again. “I was thinking family
vacation/honeymoon.”

The pout turned into a smile and the green eyes sparkled in the sun, “Can I pack now?! Kota!
KOTA! We’re going on vacation!”

“Yay!!” Kota screamed and ran into the house as Izuku scrambled to his feet.

“Aiya... they are crazy.” Katsuki dipped his chin and found his little girl fast asleep on his
chest, “All dreams do come true.”
 Sugar Lips
Chapter Notes

It just felt wrong having a part two to Baby Cakes. When I left off at chapter 40, I felt
like it was unfinished. So Sugar Lips is coming over to Baby Cakes and we'll continue
on!

Heaven.

Was that the right word to describe his life?

Finally—and he means finally—things have begun to turn around and grow as bright as the
shining sun above him.

“Papa!”

Izuku leaned up on his elbows and peeked through the top of his sunglasses—prescription he
might add. His stupid buff husband was slowly trying to get him to wear contacts since Aiya
had broken seven pairs already. But oddly enough, his vision changed drastically after the
baby was born. Doc said hormones can do crazy shit.

Ain’t that that truth.

But there was his family. Katsuki stood tall and proud in his low riding swim trunks that he
picked out for him. Black with orange flowers. What can he say? Orange and black are that
man’s colors—hero or not. But the sexiest part of that man was the six month old baby in his
arm and the six year old swinging from his hooked arm.

Yup. His family.

And it was growing. Glancing down at his flat stomach, he couldn’t help but grin. Another
tiny baby on the way. He had a doctor’s appointment all lined up for when he got back. After
everything his husband went through... he wanted to make sure he got everything in life.
After the brain tumor and seeing him almost die...

Nothing in the world would stop him.

Izuku was ready to give his husband and kids the world.

“Hey green bean.” Jessica said as she plopped down in the sand next to him. “Enjoying the
view?” she teased.
 “Mhmm.” He hummed, laying back down on the beach towel. All he wanted to do for the
next hour was absorb the sun, tan and eat something yummy. Ha. Like his husband. Jeez, he
was horny. “He’s such a good dad.”

Jessica laughed softly, “You’re not wrong there, shortie.” He smiled, closing his eyes. “I can’t
believe you’re having another one.” A finger lightly poked his stomach. “You can’t just relax,
can you?”

“Relaxing is for losers.” Jessica’s finger was replaced with a quick slap to his chest, “Ow!”
He yelped and turned his head to her. “That was just mean.”

“You need to relax, mister. You got two kids and a hero husband. Relax, let the ocean
settle. The waves will carry you wherever you need to go.”

“Thanks, Moana.” He shot back, teasingly. “How far I’ll go!”

“Into the unknown!”

Izuku burst into laughter, shoving her shoulder with his scarred hand, “Wrong movie!”
Jessica shoved him back only harder. Aiya loved to sit and watch Disney movies. Moana was
her favorite. So much her favorite... he caught himself singing the songs at bedtime.

Looking over at his husband once again, his heart melted into a puddle. That man has been to
hell and back. Death has knocked on his door one too many times for his liking but he always
kept his promise to come back to him.

Always.

Aiya squealed happily, her tiny hands clapping against Katsuki’s bare chest as he spun
around, swinging their son. Katsuki laughed and bent down, dunking Kota’s butt in the water
then bringing him right back up before he could complain.

“You’re drooling.” Jessica said, wiping her thumb along his chin. Izuku pushed her hand
away with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m allowed.” He stuck out his tongue like a toddler, “That’s my man.”

“That’s fucking right.” Izuku lifted his gaze and met the scarlet eyes, falling in love all
over again. “Gawking at me again, nerd.”

Izuku waved his hand in the air and laid back down on his towel, “You’re just eye candy,
sugar lips. I only love you for your body.”

The blonde snorted, “I bet.” Izuku gasped slightly and brought his hands up instantly to hold
the chubby sides of his daughter. He shot his husband a warning glare before flipping his lips
into a bright smile. “Damn, you could give someone whiplash with how quick you flip from
stormy to sunshine.”

“I’ll show papa just how stormy I can be.” He said with a sweet, cooing voice, “Maybe it’s
his turn to get spankings.” Aiya giggled happily, bouncing her butt on his chest, “I knew you
would agree, sweet baby.” His sweet little angel. The last six months have flown by like it
was days rather than months. Six more months and his baby would be one. Plus, Kota just
had his sixth birthday.

Dang, they were busy and everyone was growing up so fast.

“Zuku.” Izuku looked over his shoulder to his husband, “Give Jess the baby, we need to get
ready.” His brows knitted together in confusion. What in the world was he talking about? If
they were getting ready, then why weren’t the babies?

Family vacation—keyword being family.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, cocking his blonde head to the side. It was still breath takingly
odd to see the spikes flat against his head, but it was sexy too. “Izuku, get out of your head
for two seconds and fucking come on. I got shit planned.”

Now, Izuku was just confused. What plans did they have? He thought the plans were to spend
the day at the beach. “Okay, Kachan.” He mumbled lightly before turning back to the little
baby, “I guess I’ll see you later, peaches.”

“Bye daddy!” Kota shouted, waving his arms wildly over his head. That boy was a fish out
of water. Izuku flashed him a grin then pressed his lips to Aiya’s chubby cheek.

“Be good.” He whispered and finally passed the baby over against his will. Leaving her
was hard... the day he went back to work was a nightmare. He cried so much that his boss
sent him home with two more weeks off.

Talk about the crybaby gene.

Izuku hopped to his feet and wandered into the beach house. Katsuki did well with picking
out both their homes but this one was just as special as the other. Katsuki didn’t just buy the
house, he had it built. Built with all of them in mind. The man even got a boat!! A BOAT!

He pulled his sunglasses off his eyes and dug his black framed glasses from his pocket...
okay. He lied. Aiya wasn’t the only one that broke his glasses. With two kids under his belt
and now one on the way. He tended to slip them into his pocket then sit... on them.

Slipping the glasses over his eyes, he walked down the small hallway to the master bedroom.
“Handsome? Why aren’t the babies coming?” Katsuki knew it was hard to leave them and
here this butthole was! Taking him away from the babies!

“Cause dumbass, I’m taking you out on a date.” A date? Izuku’s body instantly flooded
with excitement that matched the squeal leaving his lips. “And we’ll be back by bedtime if
you hurry the fuck up.” Katsuki said, gesturing to the clothes on the bed. A pair of white
slack shorts and a pink button up shirt. “Get dressed, baby cakes.”

Izuku couldn’t help but smirk... just a little, “And here I thought you wanted me naked.” He
teased and waved a scarred hand down his bare chest. “Am I eye candy for you?”
Deep scarlet eyes slowly—almost painfully slow—racked down his body, pausing at his heart
then at his waistband... then his thighs. “Eh. Not bad.”

He gave his husband a dry look, “No more ass grabbing for you, big guy.” Take that, mister.
Izuku snatched the clothes off the bed, dramatically and stomped over to the bathroom. “Now
I’ll change behind closed doors!”

“I give it three hours before you’re begging.” Katsuki smirked wickedly over at him,
dropping his own swim trunks to pool around his ankles.

Holy hot damn.

Izuku squeaked, slamming the door shut and pressed his back right up against it, panting.
“Why the hell does he have to look like that?!” Running a hand through his curls, he tried to
slow down his racing heart. Katsuki was too good looking for his damn good.

Katsuki was a God.

Had to be.

Izuku sucked his bottom lip between his two set of teeth and moaned lightly. I want him. No!
Hold back and win! But winning sounds like so much work... Great and now I’m talking to
myself. All he needed to do was get dressed and make it three hours.

Challenge accepted.

“When are you going to cave...” Katsuki whispered in his ear. A shiver ran over his spine
as the warm breath tickled over his skin. “I’ve never seen you hold back... for so long, baby
boy.”

God, his hands itched to run his hands over Katsuki’s soft tanned skin. This week at the
beach did them all some good. He may have earned a few more freckles but that just meant
that Katsuki had a few more to count...

But his husband? That man was more relaxed than he’s ever seen. The stress lines had
disappeared from his forehead, and he was always smiling or smirking. After everything...
they needed this. He knew that tomorrow he’d be back behind his computer screen, giving
instructions and dealing with stressful situations. Katsuki would be fighting villains and
kicking asses without taking names.

And that was who they were.

The Dispatcher and the hero.

Together forever until the very end.

“Zuku?”
Izuku swallowed thickly and leaned into his husband’s side. It didn’t matter if he lost the
stupid game. “I l-love you.” He whispered softly.

Katsuki wrapped his arm around his waist, tugging him closer into his heated warmth.
“Happy birthday.” A small wrapped back covered in black paper appeared in front of him. “I
was gonna wait until after our food but I think you need it now.”

Wait... WHAT!?

“It’s not my birthday, Kachan.” He instantly denied. That was next month. Izuku tilted his
head as he stared at the box in confusion. It was June... June 15th.

“Baby cakes, I say this with love but how the fuck did you forget your own birthday!?”
Simple. He had two kids to deal with and a hero husband that kept him on his toes. “I’m not
that difficult.”

“Oh. Okay, Ground Zero.” He deadpanned, “Don’t make me say it.”

“You fucking say it—”

“Brain tumor.” He shot back, “You hid a brain tumor from me! Lied to me! So, I’m sorry if
I’m a little overprotective!”

The blonde scowled and shoved the box to the edge of the table, “Just fucking open it,
asshole.” Izuku instantly felt crappy about throwing it in his face but what was he to do?
Katsuki also died and Izuku refused to sit back and be in the dark again.

“I’m sorry, not sorry.” Izuku whispered, taking the neatly wrapped box into his hands. “Is
this going to scare me?”

“It should for you being a little shit but no, babe, it isn’t.” Perfect. Now he can breathe
again. “I didn’t really know what to fucking get you cause you’re so hard to shop for.” Izuku
snorted as he slowly peeled back the paper, breaking the clear tape. “You always say you
have fucking everything.” Which was true. He did. “Until I found one thing you didn’t have.”

Izuku’s fingers froze in place. What didn’t he have? He had his husband, kids, a house and an
amazing job. What the hell was he missing!? A small nudge brought him back to his task at
hand. Taking a deep breath, he slowly removed the remaining paper and stared down at the
black satin box. “Katsuki... I don’t k-know what...”

“Open it.”

He flipped open the box and gasped. Inside was a keychain. The metal of the chain and loop
were an iridescent color of purples and blues that hooked to a pendant... and that brought
tears to his eyes.

“You are a hero in my books, Deku and I think it’s about time you own a piece of merch.”
Katsuki kissed his cheek swiftly and pointed to the box. “I designed it.”
The keychain was small but mighty. Izuku traced over the colorful metal, he ran his thumb
over the headset that matched his from work on the outer edges... the rainbow keyboard in
the background that held Dispatcher Deku in place in the center and the phrase he said every
day. 119, what’s your emergency?

“I-It’s perfect, Kachan.”

“Don’t forget you’re my hero, baby cakes.”

“And you’re mine, sugar lips.”

 Chapter 42

Izuku ran his thumb over the new keychain that hung from his keys. What Katsuki did for
him was something he never knew he needed or even wanted. Having a piece of merch... it
made him feel like a real hero for once. Maybe that was just the baby talking.

God, this baby... he still couldn’t believe it was really happening. Giving Katsuki his dreams
and wishes were everything to him. Kota’s and Aiya’s too. All he wanted in the world was to
keep his family safe and happy.

Well, to the best of his ability. It was hard keeping his explosive husband from not exploding
all the time.

A small knock came on the other side of the door before the doctor stepped in, pulling him
out of his head. "Mr. Bakugo, it's lovely to see you again." She smiled softly and crossed the
room to sit on the stool. "Sorry it took so long."

Yeah, that didn't help his nerves, but everything must be fine.

It had to be.

"O-Oh no big deal! I just have to head to work after this." The OB hummed lightly,
nodding her head before looking down at the tablet in her hands. "Doctor? Is something
wrong?"

She sighed a little and looked back up at him, "I'm sorry but you're not pregnant."

Izuku stared at the woman in shock. No. That wasn't right. He saw the pink plus sign on the
stick. "T-That's not right! I saw it—"

"I know and I believe you..." She sighed again, "While false positives are rare, they
happen. We ran your blood work twice and there were no hormones indicating you are or
were pregnant."

A... false positive was better than a miscarriage. It still hurt because of all the plans they
made—the ones he was thinking about. Planning. Looking forward to it. Katsuki and Kota
were pretty excited and it's all his fault for jumping the gun.

"You just had a baby. A stress filled packed pregnancy and if it didn't take, then it could be
your body is telling you to take a breath." He could tell she was speaking as gently as she
could have but the knife just stabbed deeper and deeper into his heart. "Izuku, I want you to
take the next six months and relax. You have a beautiful six month old, plus a firecracker six
year old and a husband that risks his life every day. The chances of you getting pregnant
again are high—"

"Just not now." He finished with a small bite to his tone.

 "Just not now." She repeated with a small nod.

Izuku wasn't a happy camper.

He felt like a failure, bad husband, terrible father. Why did his body have to be a pain?! He
carried Aiya just fine but when he wants to grow his family, it's a no?

How the heck was he going to tell Katsuki?!

That man has been through so much and then some, but he gets to crush his dreams. Katsuki
asked for more babies.

Sighing, he glanced up as the elevator dinged loudly, announcing that he was on his floor.
Great. He was nowhere in the mood to deal with work today. He sluggishly walked over to
his desk and dropped the yellow backpack from his shoulder with a heavy thump.

Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse.

With one glance over his desk, he just about had a heart attack. No one and he means no one
had ever touched his desk. Hell, he had so much stuff on it that no one would want to but...
someone did.

One of his monitors was missing. All his Ground Zero merch was pushed to one side of the
desk and his rainbow keyboard—he had to rebuild—was thrown on the floor next to a few of
his other belongings.

Should he cry or find the person and strangle them?

This wasn't how today was supposed to go.

"Welcome back, Zuku..."

He snapped his gaze to his best friend and narrowed his eyes, "Who." Shinso held up his
hands in defense. "Hitoshi. I'm dead serious."

"Some newbie took over your desk." Izuku was already shaking his head furiously, "He
moved to nights on the sixth floor, but he still touched your stuff."

Izuku inhaled deeply through his nose, "I-It's fine. Yeah. It's fine." It's great. Shinso attempted
to help by picking up his keyboard, but he slapped it out of his hands and shot him a warning
glare. "Go. Away."

"Zu—"

"I have to work, Hitoshi." He gritted out, plopping down in his chair. Even that was wrong.
It was way too low. Someone was going to die. He pulled the plain ass keyboard towards the
edge of his desk and tapped the enter key. There was a small amount of relief that his name
still showed on the screens before him. Why in the world would someone use his desk when
there were seven empty ones around the room.
He slowly went through the process of logging in, updates and checking his email. He also
declared that he would never go on vacation again. Grabbing the clip from the orange mug,
he pushed his bangs off his forehead, clipping them back on his head. Today was already
done. Izuku was over it.

“Time to work.” He muttered curtly under his breath and put on his headset. Lazily, he
brought his finger to the purple button. “Morning.”

“Whoa! Pump the fucking brakes.” Katsuki asked in shock. He knew his husband would
see right through his mood. “Every day, we get on comms and you always say, “Good
morning, hot stuff.” Every damn day. Not day?”

“Kachan...” He tried to make it sound like a warning but it more sounded like a cry for
help.

“What is it, baby cakes?

Izuku stared at the screen with wide eyes. Does he tell him over comms at the beginning of
work? But Katsuki won’t do his job until he spills what’s bothering him. “I-I’m...” His lips
trembled slightly at the words stuck on the tip of his tongue.

“Your...?” Katsuki asked slowly, trying to draw the words out. “Is this about your
appointment this morning?”

“Mhmm.” He hummed. Keep it light.

“Are your bangs clipped back?”

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit, “Y-Yeah.” His husband knew him so well. There
weren’t too many days where he was so done with the day that he clicked his bangs back.
Katsuki caught him once at work a few months ago. “I-I’m not... p-pregnant.” A small hitch
in the blonde’s breath threw his heart into a panic, “No! No! I didn’t lose it!” He rushed out,
“The test was wrong.”

Katsuki went silent. So silent he had to glance to see if they were still connected.

“Kachan?”

“We’ll talk about this later.”

Izuku blinked at the screen, dread filling his chest. “O-Okay. Um. There’s a robbery in
process two blocks from you.”

“Got it.”

And that’s how the day went. No nicknames, no joking, no... nothing. He wasn’t in the mood
to sass back and Katsuki wasn’t in the mood to talk. Today sucked... it could be added to one
of the worst days of his life.
 “I’m gonna go get the kids.” Katsuki said an hour before his shift was over and
disconnected before he could say a word. Izuku stared at the monitor in disbelief. Was it his
glasses fogging up or the monitor going blurry.

What was he supposed to do now?

Go home to his disappointed husband. Tell his son that he won’t be getting a new brother or
sister? What was he to do!?

Izuku clicked the log off button on his computer and fell back into his chair. This was the
worst day—okay not the worst day of his life but it was in the top ten. He slowly brought his
hands to his empty stomach and sighed heavily.

Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.

“Daddy!”

Izuku lurched from his chair, scrambling to his feet at the sweet sound of his son’s voice.
Kota was wearing his red hat, the gold horns shining under the Florence lights. A huge smile
was on that boy’s face as he ran across the room to him.

“Hey little man.” Izuku forced a bright smile on his lips, kneeling down and taking his son
into his arms. He squeezed the crap out of him. “What are you doing here?”

Kota nuzzled into his chest happily, “Papa said you needed us!” Izuku peered over the boy’s
shoulder, finding Katsuki’s gaze pinned on him. There wasn’t anger in his deep scarlet eyes...
they were filled with worry and concern. Sometimes he forgot his husband didn’t know how
to use his words.

“We brought you flowers!” Kota said as he turned in his lap to face his papa. “The yellow
ones! Stupid papa always tries to get some dumb color, but I know you! Daddy likes the
yellow ones.”

Izuku couldn’t help but smile, “I do like the yellow ones...” He whispered. Katsuki shifted
Aiya on his hip and held out the Japanese roses to him. “Thank you.”

“We need to talk.” Izuku swallowed thickly but nodded. What was there to really talk
about? He wasn’t pregnant... there was nothing— “Eijiro is coming over with the other idiot
so we can go out to dinner.” Izuku decided it was best not to argue and just listen to his
husband. Something was off but that was the whole day. “What the hell happened to your
fucking desk?”

Glancing to his left, he looked at his destroyed desk once again. Wow. It really looked bad for
anyone who knew what it was like before.

“And you worked like this?” Katsuki demanded. Anger slipping into his tone. Anger
towards himself. “Fuck. Let’s go before I blast the asshole who touched it.” Hugging his son
to his chest, he stood and followed his loved ones to the elevator. Kota filled the silence about
his first day at big kid school and just gushed about how amazing his teacher was.
Another phone call to grandpa later.

Hisashi ordered him—night or day—to have his grandson call him if anything exciting
happened. Kota lost a tooth and Hisashi spent him... money with a new toy. Kota didn’t stop
talking even when they pulled into the drive way of their home and Kirishima came with
Denki to pull the kids out of the car.

“Just talk to him.” He heard Kirishima whisper before leaving. Izuku pushed his glasses up
his nose as they both stared out the windshield.

Katsuki sighed through his nose, knuckles turning white as they gripped the steering wheel
tightly, “I’m not pissed off or anything. I’m a little sad that you aren’t pregnant but... I’m
fucking relieved.”

Um what?

“I ain’t saying I don’t want more kids, cause you know I fucking do, Zu.” Katsuki turned
to face him. He watched the man closely out of the corner of his eye, “I feel like a fucked up
person for saything that. I want more, I do but I don’t want you to strain yourself either.

“A lot happened the last year and I want you to enjoy everything... I...” Katsuki sighed
again, tucking his chin to his chest, “I put you through so much. The tumor, the lying... the
fucking after. I know you still have nightmares.” Izuku felt the corners of his lips tug down in
a frown. He wasn’t wrong. The nightmares were still fresh when if it was so long ago. The
worry was always there. “Baby boy, I think it’s best to wait.”

Izuku twisted his fingers around the others. They were rough from all the scars. Smooth then
rough. Smooth. Rough. Twist. Pain. “W-Why didn’t you talk to me today?”

The blonde shook his head slowly, “I didn’t even know what to say or how you felt.” Izuku
frowned down at his fingers. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose. “If you asked me to
try again, I fucking would.”

“But...” He whispered.

“I think this is a sign to wait a little.” Katsuki gently took his hands, pulling them apart and
bringing them to his lips. He kissed every scar from his knuckles to the tips of his fingers.
“You didn’t do anything fucking wrong, baby. You’ve been the best husband and partner I
could have ever wished for.

“Let’s just enjoy our children and us for a bit.” If he can say all that... then why did he still
feel like he failed. The baby— “I can see you, Izuku. I can see the swirling emotions in your
beautiful eyes.” Izuku looked up at him—really looked at his husband for the first time since
they started talking. Looking into his scarlet eyes, he couldn’t help but relax and breathe.
“You are amazing.”

Izuku shook his head softly in disbelief. “I-I can’t make your dreams come t-true...” This
time it was Katsuki’s turn to frown and Izuku didn’t like it. It was just wrong.
The blonde leaned over the middle conseil and pressed his forehead against his, “What about
yours? You got fucking dreams, right? Why is it all about me?”

Because you almost died and that broke me.

Izuku tried to shake his head again, “Mine aren’t important.”

“Bull. Shit.”

“It’s true!” Katsuki growled but Izuku kept going, “I have everything! An amazing job! A
house! Two amazing, beautiful children and a man that loves me even though I’m quirkless!
I-I wasn’t supposed to be alive at twenty six but here I am! Alive and happy! I-I don’t want
anything because I have more than what I was supposed to!”

Katsuki’s eyes softened, “You being quirkless means nothing.”

“I know, Kachan.” He whispered lightly.

“Good. Now name one thing you fucking want.” Izuku ran his fingers over the smooth, warm
skin under his fingers, “I know there’s something.”

“I want you to take me out into the field for one day.” Katsuki’s eyes grew wide at his
words. He knew the risks, but he also knew that Katsuki would protect him no matter what.
“Just one day on patrol with you.”

Katsuki narrowed his blazing red eyes, “Haven’t you had enough thrill chasing?”

“I mean, probably but I want just one day to live my lifelong dream with you beside me.”
Izuku smiled sweetly and leaned up just enough to press his lips against the other’s. “Please
sugar lips?”

“Fuck.” He growled deeply, yanking him into his lap, chasing his lips like he was
drowning for air.
 Chapter 43
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“There’s no fucking reckless ass behavior.” Izuku smiled brightly up at his husband,
nodding his head quickly. “No running to the villain. No nothing. You’re on patrol with me,
baby cakes. Patrol. Not fighting villains.”

Izuku rolled his green eyes and fell into his husband’s chest, “What if there’s a kitten in a tree
calling my name, honey boo? Do I leave the poor little baby kitten allllll alone?”

The scarlet eyes glared down at his cute pouty face. “Listen here, you little shit. You ain’t
fighting any villains. Period.”

“Hmph.” The pout on his lips deepened. “Fine. Be a pout pout fish.” Katsuki groaned
loudly, pushing him away. “With a pout pout face! Blub! Blub! Blub!”

“Knock it off, Zu.” Katsuki’s tone dropped slightly into his hero voice. That man says he
doesn’t have one, but he gets all serious when his costume is on. “Patrol. Lets go.”

Izuku stuck his tongue out and pushed his glasses up his nose. Katsuki loaned him one of his
smaller fitting uniforms from his high school days and he topped it with a simple black
hoodie. Cause hoodies are the best.

He didn’t really think he was going to get to fight any villains... if the chance arises then
maybe but he was pretty sure Katsuki would murder him.

“Hey pout pout fish!” The blonde groaned loudly, glancing down at him. The mask around
his eyes crinkled slightly as they narrowed. “I was thinking...” He said sweetly.

“No. You don’t get to think anything, baby cakes.”

“Stop it! I’m talking!” Izuku huffed, “I was thinking about Katsudon for dinner.”

Katsuki slowly blinked at him. “You are extra annoying today.”

“I may have had three cups of extra strong coffee.” Izuku shrugged as his husband literally
face palmed himself. “Aiya was up a lot last night and someone ignored her.”

“Low. That’s a low blow.”

Izuku stuck his tongue out at him, “Ear plugs, honey dear, is a low blow.”

“I had a headache!”

“And my ass needed filled but nooo, you pulled that cheap card!”
Katsuki growled and stalked forward until he was eight paces ahead of him. Izuku rolled his
green eyes. Like they won’t go home together or anything. Jeez. Grump grump fish is more
like it. Izuku trailed behind him, watching the world around him.

There was a little spike of anxiety when he heard sirens then guilt took his place because it
seemed like a busy day. Great. Everyone was going to bitch at him tomorrow—

His green eyes landed on a dark figure hiding down in the alley. Well, that’s creepy. The
figure stared back at him with black eyes—if it had any. Something about it drew him in.
Izuku took a small step into the alleyway and tilted his head.

“I see you.” He whispered.

“I see you... seeing me.” The thing hissed back.

Izuku took another step closer. Which was purely stupid of him but there was... he didn’t feel
anything evil about it. “What are you doing here?”

“Following you.”

Him? Why?

“Why would you be following me?” Izuku licked his lips slightly. He shouldn’t be here.
Alone without his hero but then again, he was a grown ass man.

“Master...”

Alright. Where the hell was his husband cause this turned into a straight up horror movie.
“Okay. Well. You have fun with that. I’m gonna go.” The figure darted for him too fast for
his eyes to track. A small scream escaped his lips.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Izuku looked up to see he was no longer in the alley but
instead, pressed back against the blonde’s chest. “With me, dumbass or did you forget?”

Izuku turned back to the alley with wide eyes. The darkness was gone... he could even see the
dumpster on the other side along the brick wall. “I-I’m done.”

“What?” Katsuki frowned.

The dispatcher shook his head wildly and pulled away from him. “I-I’m calling it a d-day.”
Whatever that thing was flashed big fat warning signs. There was something he didn’t like
about it.

“Babe, I’m sorry if—fuck. I didn’t mean to come off as a dick.” Katsuki said, taking a hold
of his hand. “This shit worries me.” Yeah. He can see why! Dark fucking things coming out
of alleys like that fucking lady coming out fo the well then, the TV. No thank you!

“It’s not you, K-Kachan. Promise.” And because Izuku can’t get his stutter under control or
his heart that was pounding cause it feared for its own life. Katsuki wouldn’t believe him.
“I’m just going to head home—”
Izuku shot his head up at the loud sirens blasting through the streets of Japan. These weren’t
one of the sirens that meant danger or warning... it was when one of the top five heroes had
fallen.

“K-Kachan... who?”

The blonde was already on his comms demanding answers from his dispatcher and fellow
heroes. Izuku’s stomach swirled violently. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he glanced
down at the screen. No one knew but the chimes were slightly different for each country.
Europe was higher while Japan was lower and... America was right in the middle.

America.

He scrambled to find his dad’s number and pressed the phone to his ear. “Please... please...
pick up for once... pick up—” Voicemail. Izuku went to the next number and dialed Minnie.
She’d know, right? “C’mon! C’mon!”

“Izuku, ho—”

“Where’s my dad!” He shouted into the phone. “Where is he!?”

Katsuki was instantly on him, pulling him into his chest. That’s when he noticed that he was
shaking. “Baby, give me the phone.”

“Minnie! W-Where's my dad! He didn’t answer! He always answers!” Izuku couldn’t hear
what she was saying or what his husband was saying. The world was crashing down around
him. His breaths came out ragged and uneven as he tried to keep asking the question over and
over again.

Something uncurled his fingers from the phone in his hand and he lost it. “NO! Give it back!”
He screamed, pounding on the iron wall. “P-Please! It’s mine! I-I have to know! I-I—that's
my d-dad!”

Out of nowhere, he felt a sharp sting in his neck and the next thing that greeted him was
darkness.

Holy. Shit.

That may be the only two words to describe what the fuck just happened. Katsuki looked to
the paramedic who offered him an apologetic gaze. “Thanks.” He nodded and slowly helped
lower Izuku onto the stretcher next to him. “How long until it wears off?”

“An hour or so. I gave him a small dose.” The man laid a blanket over his body. “Would
you like him to be checked in at the hospital?” Katsuki watched the face mask go over his
nose and mouth before he sighed.

“I don’t fucking know.”

 “May I suggest something?” This one was ballsey. “I’d take him there and get answers
before he walks up. His blood pressure is very high and his breathing is a mess.”

Fuck him.

Katsuki sighed, “Okay, let go.” He brought the phone to his ear, “Hey Commissioner... I’m
gonna need some damn answers before the hour is up.”

Minnie cleared her throat, thick with tears. “Dragon... he got hit hard, Zero a-and he’s touch
and go.” Fuck. “There was this villain, and he did something to his lungs. Doctor said he
won’t be able to—he won’t be a hero a-anymore.”

“Damn it.” He swore, looking down at his husband. “I had to sedate Izuku. He was going
feral.” Damn, though. He’s got a power swing. Katsuki gently poked the puffy skin around
his eye, wincing. “I think you need to bring Dragon here when he’s stable enough.”

“I agree, Ground Zero... I think it’s time to retire.”

“This is going to kill them both.” Katsuki grumbled.

Minnie sniffled slightly. “Yes, but those two don’t give up and Izuku will tear down the city
to get to his dad.” She sighed, “I’ll hopefully get him there tomorrow.”

Katsuki hung up and slide the phone into his pocket. Now it was his turn to keep his husband
calm and collect... and he knew one thing that could do that.

It took a few hours for his husband to finally stir to life and open his big green eyes. He
blinked a few times at the ceiling then glanced around. Katsuki could see the second
everything sank in. Fear, worry and panic filled his eyes and his chest hitched as his breathing
came out too quickly for his lungs to follow.

Katsuki gently placed his secret weapon his chest. Aiya was the best when Izuku became to
panicked. It was like a stress ball but the best one was when she was sleeping. She was a bit
of a light sleeper so any change to their breathing could wake her. “You wake her and you’ll
get your ass beat.”

“K-Kach—” Aiya whined slightly and squirmed on his chest.

“Calm down and I’ll tell you.” Katsuki whispered.

Izuku stared up at him with wide eyes but his chest slowly began to move in slow even
breaths. “Dad... where’s my dad.” A scarred hand gently laid on the baby’s back, grounded
him.

“Dragon did fall today, baby, I won’t lie to you.” Izuku’s face crumbled, tears instantly
falling from the corners of his eyes. “Minnie called about an hour ago and said he made it
through surgery. He did lose a chunk of his left lung, a quarter of his liver and one kidney.
His leg is broken along with his hip. But.” Izuku stared at him waiting for hope. “He’s alive
and will be on a plane in a few hours to come here for recovery.”
The greenette forced himself to breath as normal as he could with tears of joy streaming from
his eyes. “I-I was s-so worried.”

Katsuki nodded, “I know, baby, I know.”

“D-Does he need a k-kidney? I-I can give—”

“Right now, the only thing you are going to worry about is you keeping Aiya asleep.”
Izuku nodded a little and pulled the blanket up over top of his hand and the baby. “Hey Zu,
what happened today on patrol? Before the siren went off.”

Izuku turned his gaze down to the baby’s soft hair. “I just realized I liked being at my desk.”

That was a lie.

But Katsuki decided not to push him into anything. The man had enough on his plate. Izuku
was good at keeping secrets. He hated it more than anything but he also respected it. Katsuki
knew the demons he held too close to his heart… he just had to be patient and wait for his
love to come to him.

Aiya woke up cooing softly. She knew her daddy was a sucker for her smile and it felt good
to see him smile back at her.

“I feel like you got bigger.” Izuku whispered sweetly. “Will you please stop growing? For
me? Papa said we had to wait to make you a big sister.” Aiya giggled happily. Katsuki rolled
his eyes behind his closed eyelids. Yeah. It was all his fault. “I know! Can you believe it?!”

At some point Shinso brought them take out and Mina managed to steal the baby from the
baby keeper. Which meant he had to sit with the nerd in his lap while they ate.

“How much longer?” Izuku asked for the 100th time.

“About an hour. Five minutes less than the last time you asked me.” Katsuki whispered
into his ear, licking along his lobe. “He’s coming home and you’ll be there to nurse him back
to health.”

“Ew no. He’s terrible and probably can’t smoke so Minnie can have him, but I need to see
him alive to feel better.” Izuku sighed softly through his nose and leaned back into him. “My
dad isn’t a hero anymore...”

Katsuki hooked his chin over his shoulder, pressing his cheek against the shorter man’s
freckled one. “It fucking sucks but I think he’ll have his hands full being a full time
grandpa.” Izuku nodded a little. “And he can be here for you when I’m on missions.” Izuku
wrinkled his nose to that one. “Kota will love it. Another grandpa to soil his butt.”

“You have to get Aizawa to stop!” Katsuki laughed, “Do you understand that he brings
home more things than he takes there?! What in the world—”

“Let them have their fun.” He said gently as he could. “They didn’t have kids so grandkids
are for them to spoil.” Speaking of grandpas. The door to Izuku’s room opened and Minnie
 came in first with bags in her arms then followed close behind was a bed that held his father
in law.

“D-Dad!” Izuku scrambled out of his lap and off the bed. The tears were already starting as
he watched the nurses and doctors get the American hero hooked up to the machines and
monitors.

“Hey... Champ...” Well, fuck. He sounded like shit. Izuku rushed to his good side and took
his hand gently.

“Dad! Y-You can’t do that!” Hisashi looked up at his son and gave him a crooked smile.

“Ain’t... kicking... the...” The man paused to catch his breath. “B-bucket... yet.” Katsuki
climbed out of bed and walked over to the wall, turning up his oxygen. “Zero...”

Izuku glared up at him but he just smirked back. “Had a major panic attack and had to be
sedated.”

“Kachan!”

“He’s been really worried about you since the sirens went off. You know him.” Hisashi
rolled his tired green eyes to his son and pinned him with a pointed look.

He’ll get to deal with the aftermath of selling him out later.

Izuku sniffled and used his sleeve to wipe his eyes. A little too hard. “Ow!” The hero inhaled
deeply through his nose and rounded the bed. Katsuki barely gave the shorter man time to
react, he put him in a non threatening chokehold and carefully pinched the contact from his
eyes.

“I told you, no rubbing like that or you’ll get shit under them.” He growled in his ear.
Izuku pouted up at him with narrow eyes. “Pout pout fish.” Katsuki disposed of the contacts
and grabbed an extra pair from his pocket. He slapped the case against his chest. “Still don’t
understand how you lived alone.”

Shinso scuffed, “I did it all.” He deadpanned.

“Wow! It must be ‘let’s gang up on, Izuku time’!” The greenette slipped on his glasses and
plopped his ass in the hard plastic chair. “I hate all of you right now.”

Katsuki reached out and ran a hand through his knotted curls lightly. “Nah, you love us.”

Chapter End Notes

Little drama here... little drama there... never enough drama everywhere!!
 Chapter 44

“I wanna stay with grandpa!”

Izuku inhaled sharply through his nose. Jeez, this kid was not letting it go. “Kota, my love,
you need to go to school. Eri gave Zawa a hard time at drop off yesterday because if you
don’t go then she won’t.” Why in the world did Katsuki have a meeting this morning! “I
think Mimi was going to pick you up from school anyways.”

“No!” Kota stomped his fucking foot on the ground. “I want grandpa!”

“Kota I know—”

“GRANDPA! I WANT GRANDPA!”

Izuku had never snapped, yelled or anything at his babies. He didn’t like it. Katsuki may have
raised his voice, but he was a loud person already. He ran a scarred hand over his face—
minding his glasses—with another heavy sigh. “Kota. I understand but you have school—”

“School is fucking dumb! I want grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!” Kota screamed as loud as
his little six year old body would let him.

But the breaking point was when he heard Aiya’s wail coming from her bedroom down the
hallway. Izuku felt his blood reach the boiling point and he snapped. “STOP!”

Fuck.

Izuku looked down at Kota who was staring right back at him with wide dark eyes and hints
of tears glistening. “Kota... I’m sorry. I—” The boy turned on his heels and ran towards the
front door. “Kota! Don’t you dare leave—” The door slammed shut cutting off his words.
“Way to fucking go, Izuku.” He turned to the hallway and rushed to his daughter’s room. “We
have to go find your brother.” Aiya cooed up at him as he picked her up. “Let’s go, sweet
pea.”

The dispatcher quickly rushed out of the house with the diaper bag and keys in hand. There
was no way Kota got far... right? “Kota!” He called out. Walking down the sidewalk, he
searched the neighbor’s yards, the sidewalk and even the trees nearby. “Kota?!”

Fear began to fill his chest as his heart pumped in throughout his body. Where is he?! Did
someone drive up and take him!?

Izuku used his baby’s cheek to push his glasses back up his nose and dug in his pocket for his
phone. “Kota! Baby! Please! I’m sorry! You don’t even have to talk to me! Just throw a rock
or something if your nearby!”

He waited... and waited... and waited but nothing was heard.

Kota wasn’t here.

Izuku felt his breath hitch in his chest, “This is all my fault!” He quickly unlocked his phone
and dialed the three numbers that he knew all too well. Pressing the phone to his ear, his eyes
kept searching over the same trees, streets and yards.

“119, what’s your emergency?”

“M-My son is g-gone!” How many phone calls had he taken just like this one. “We got
into a s-stupid fight and he r-ran out! I can’t find him!”

“Can I have your name, sir?”

“I-Izuku Bakugo and my son is Kota Bakugo... he was wearing...” Why the hell couldn’t
he picture what he was wearing?!

“Deku?” Suddenly the line clicked and Izuku was about to scream at whoever hung up on
him but instead he got a new voice.

“Deku, what’s going on?” Sara said calmly.

Izuku struggled to keep it together, but a small sob escaped his lips. “Kota is m-missing!” He
clenched Aiya to his chest tightly. “I-I can’t see him!”

“Breathe. Take a second to breathe. I know it’s hard, but you know how hard it is to help
when the parent is freaking out.” Izuku nodded quickly, sucking in a ragged breath. “Good.
Now what was he wearing?”

“I-I don’t know!? Kachan got him r-ready this morning! M-Maybe a b-blue shirt?” For the
life of him, he couldn’t remember and it sucked ass. How could he not remember what his
child was wearing?!

Sara hummed lightly in his ear. “Okay, what did you fight about?” Izuku chewed on his
bottom lip, breaking out the barely healed wounds. “Izuku, I need to know.”

“He wanted to go spend time with my d-dad. That’s where he’s been the last week.” His
dad has been back in Japan for a month now and out of the hospital for three weeks... one of
those weeks Kota lived over there. “I-I yelled at h-him...”

“Okay, Izuku, I’m going to get the best heroes out on the ground and from above. One will
be your husband.” He knew that. Great. Just fucking great! “Just stay where you are in case
he comes back, okay?”

Izuku struggled to keep his feet from moving. All he wanted to do at this point was run down
the street, screaming his damn head off until he lost his voice. “W-What if someone t-took
him?! He’s only six a-and I yelled at him!”

Aiya patted his face with her slobber hands and gripped his glasses, taking them from his
eyes. “No, baby, daddy n-needs those to find brother.” Today couldn’t get any worse. “B-
Baby give them back to daddy.
 “K-Kota... where are you?”

“What do you mean that the weather shit isn’t mother nature just pissed off?” Katsuki
narrowed his scarlet eyes over at the idiot scientist. “Explain.”

The man squirmed under his hard gaze. “Well... there were no warning about the tsunami that
happened months ago.”

“Okay?”

“It wasn’t made by nature... it was done with a quirk.” Katsuki sat back in his chair,
stumped. A quirk caused that? If that’s the case, then they were in fucking trouble. “We’re
monitoring everything closely.”

Katsuki nodded, pressing his fist to his cheek. “Good. I want to know if anything else
happens. A blimp of fucking something... I want to damn well know.” The man nodded
quickly then hurried out of the room. Katsuki stared at the polished dark wood of his desk.
“A weather quirk...? That shit had to be hard to control but to have enough control to cause a
tsunami? Fucking hell.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Now he had even more work on his
plate.

Just as he was about to turn to his computer, his phone blared next to his keyboard. Katsuki
picked it up with his glove hand, turning it over and stared at the Amber Alert. “Fuck me.”
The last thing he wanted to see was a missing child. Those were always terrifying and now
that he had kids of his own... it made his heart sink every time.

“Black hair... dark brown eyes... red hat...” Katsuki’s stomach legit felt like it fell out of his
ass. “Kota.” Leaping from his chair, he slipped his phone into his pocket and ran over to the
sliding door. He tapped his comms, jumping out and blasting into the sky. “Dispatch. What
the fuck is going on?!”

“Perfect! Ground Zero,” Sara sighed in relief. Was it ever a good idea when the lead of
HQ was working the lines? “I have your husband on the other line. He explained that he and
Kota got into a fight this morning. Kota wanted to go to grandpa’s and it sounded like Izuku
may have snapped.” Fuck! This was his fault! “Kota ran out and Izuku can’t find him.”

Kota wasn’t a runner. He may stomp off or try and punch someone in the dick but he never
ran away before. “Hold off on sending anyone. I’m pretty sure I know where he fucking is.”

Katsuki looked down and saw Izuku standing at the end of the sidewalk leading up to their
house. No glasses on his fucking face either. That’s not helpful. “Dispatch, give me ten
minutes.” He silenced his comms. Right now, they don’t need extra ears.

“Hey baby cakes.” Katsuki said softly as he planted his feet on the floor. Izuku—thank
fuck—had a soild grip on their daughter or she may have went flying with how fast he spun
around.
 “H-He’s gone! K-K-Kota's gone! I-I yelled at h-him!” Damn. Izuku was a blubbering
mess. Tears and snot were leaking out of his eyes and nose as he blindly searched the area.
Aiya was happy as a damn clam with... the nerd’s glasses in her mouth.

Katsuki almost chuckled but stopped at the last second, clamping his lips shut. That would do
Izuku no damn good. “Shit, Izuku, breathe.”

“I-I can’t! O-Our baby—”

“Is in the back yard.” Izuku halted, most likely his brain malfunctioning. “I know he may
have left out the front door but he fucking circled back through the gate.” Wrapping an arm
around his shoulder, he tucked the greenette into his side and led the blind man to the back
yard. “There’s a hiding spot in the playhouse.” He looked over at the playhouse and raised an
eyebrow at the dark eyes staring at him before the curtain fell back into place.

Katsuki pried the phone from his scarred fingers gently. “Dispatch, I have eyes on Kota.
Please make sure to say he was found so my damn family and friends don’t storm my house.”

“Copy, Ground Zero.”

He ended the call and slipped it into his pocket. “Alright, buddy. We heard you loud and
clear. C’mon out.”

“K-Kota... I’m s-sorry, baby, I-I—” Katsuki hugged him a little tighter as a sob shook
through his body. “B-Baby please!”

“I want to go to grandpa’s house!” Kota screamed from the playhouse. He quickly slapped
his gloved hand over his husband’s mouth.

No way in fuck they were giving in after this shit. “No. Not only did you send daddy into a
panic, but we thought you were taken.” Izuku shook his head, trying hard to get free but he
held on tight. “You will go to fucking school and if you listen then grandpa will pick you up
after.”

“NO! I WANT GRANDPA!”

Katsuki craned his neck until he heard the satisfying pop, and a small wave of relief came
over him. “Son, I get it. He’s finally here but you have school with Eri. Do ya think I don’t
want to spend all my time with you, daddy and Aiya?” The boy’s head slowly appeared
around the curtain. Kota stared at him with a guard expression. “I have to work, daddy has to
work and Aiya goes to grammy’s. She doesn’t want to.

“We have to do shit we don’t like. Grandpa will pick your butt up after school and if you
don’t go, he won’t. Cause how can he pick you up if you ain’t there?” Both of his brows
arched up into his hair, daring the boy to say anything but okay. “Hmm?”

Jesus Christ. If it wasn’t one thing it’s another.

Kota disappeared behind the curtain again. He swore if he had to go pull that boy out, he was
going to explode the damn playhouse. Katsuki gave his son a dry look as he did the walk of
shame over to them, head hanging, eyes anywhere but their faces.

“I-I’m sorry.” Kota whispered.

The hero finally let his hand off Izuku’s mouth and took the baby from his arms in the same
motion. Thank God he did because Izuku dropped to his knees and pulled Kota right into his
chest. “I’m sorry, baby! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have yelled at you!”

Kota snuggled right into his arms, whispering ‘I’m sorrys’ along with him. Katsuki looked
down at his daughter with a loud huff.

“You know, you can’t eat those right?” Aiya giggled happily around the glasses in her
mouth. “I think you break those more than daddy does.” Her little toothy smile came through
around the black frames. Aiya drooled all over the front of his hero suit as she bounced in his
arms. This little princess was about to turn one in a few short weeks. It was damn hard to
believe but fuck he was ready.

“Daaaa!” She cooed at him.

“Yeah, he’s right there, pumpkin.” Izuku was too busy sobbing into their son’s hair to even
notice them. “Alright, you crybabies. Some of us have to get to patrol.”

Izuku nodded, wiping his face to rid the tears and snot. “I-I’m taking the day off.” No
surprise. Izuku was going to spend the rest of the day snuggling the babies.

“Fine.” He scuffed, “But tomorrow I’m taking the kids to school.”

“Yes, hag, Kota’s fucking fine... no! He wasn’t even lost!... okay fucking fine, Zu couldn’t
find him but it was a damn mess and it’s all sorted out... I have to fucking work, ya know!
Fine! Call him! Bye!” He slammed his phone down on the diner table and glared at his
friends. “If I get one more damn call I’m going to explode.”

Kirishima grimaced, glancing at his boyfriend. “Bro, I was ready to tear down the city to find
my nephew. It was scary to see the Amber Alert.”

Denki nodded, “Scared us, man.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. Deku was scared shitless. I swore my
stomach fell out my ass until I got to the house. Kota is obsessed with Deku’s dad. I mean,
it’s damn good for everyone but I can’t get Kota to go to school.”

“Maybe work with his teacher?” Denki suggested, “Or maybe there’s a reason he doesn’t
want to go? I remember a girl picked on me when I was his age.” He smiled a bit, “I kept
frying my brain until my mom caught me one morning.”

Katsuki frowned as his eyes glanced at his phone. God, he had the itch to call his husband to
see what he thought but he stopped himself. Izuku would know instantly... since he was
bullied. “I don’t want to fucking bring that up unless I’m a thousand percent sure. Mama bear
will come out of him and that’s fucking scary.”
Kirishima visibly shivered. “Ugh at the park a month ago... the kid who almost ran over Aiya
while she was crawling? Bro, I almost shit my pants.”

“I’m pretty sure the kid fucking did.”

Denki snorted, “It’s so weird seeing this side of Deku. Like he’s so happy and sassy then
there’s a whole different level of sassy when it comes to you... and you don’t blow up!”

“Shut it.” He growled. “Only my husband can pull the shit he does with me.”

“We know.” The couple said together then busted into laughter.

Kirishima grinned like a happy puppy. “I’m glad you found the one, Kats. Deku is good for
you.”

“And he’s good for Izu.” Shinso sat down next to him, pulling Mina into the booth...
forcing him to scoot over. “Have fun sleeping on the couch because both kids are currently in
bed with him.” Fucking great. Shinso smirked over at him, resting his hand on his cheek.
“This is a whole new level of guilty for Izuku.”

The blonde rolled his eyes with a scuff. “You should have fucking seen him. Snot, tears and
blind. Aiya—once again—had his glasses in her mouth.”

Shinso laughed, “I’m pretty sure he said something about breaking his last pair and that you
were going to murder him.” Katsuki shook his head. Yeah, he was going to murder that idiot
for letting the princess take his glasses.

“I’m gonna beat his ass.”

“He’d probably like that way too much.”

That got a whole laugh from the table but himself because in all seriousness... Izuku was in
big fat trouble.
 Chapter 45

"I'm home!"

"Fuck!" Katsuki's lips curled into a smirk at the small curse somewhere deep in the house.
That confirmed everything. Izuku indeed fucked up bad enough that he was in the process of
trying to fucking fix it.

"Baby? Can you come here?" He almost snickered at the thought. Izuku had to be stumbling
around. "I have bags to put away."

A loud thud came from the upper level. Damn that idiot was going to hurt himself. There
were a few more thuds and bangs before a blind nerd finally turned the corner... running into
the wall for who fucking knows how many times. "I-I'm here!"

All the teasing words on the tip of his tongue died at that moment. His husband looked like a
damn hot mess and he knew that teasing of any kind would make it worse.

Katsuki couldn't help but soften as his lover wrung his scarred hands together painfully,
bright green eyes darting around rapidly. "Baby cakes... breathe."

"I-I—Aiya broke them! I-I tried every—" Izuku squeaked as he pulled him right into his
chest.

"It's fine. I know our little princess loves them which is why maybe... you should consider
switching to damn contacts." Izuku started to shake his head, but he gently nudged him
temple with the tip of his nose. "Look, you know I'll help you and I can put them in seconds."
Izuku blindly looked up at him, eyes in small slits. "But you are you breaking more than I can
keep up with."

This stubborn man...

Katsuki already knew the answer and he was prepared to put up a fight but shockingly Izuku
nodded his head just a bit. "O-Okay, Kachan... only if you do it."

Now that raised red flags everywhere in his head. "I thought you'd go kicking and
screaming."

"I-I don't like not seeing... couldn't find Kota." Izuku mumbled.

Oh.

"You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart." Katsuki set the takeout bag on the ground and
wrapped his arms around his husband's shoulders. "Kota can't get everything he wants."
Izuku whimpered softly, clinging to him tightly. "I bet your dad already gave him a speech
about being nice to his dads."
Izuku's fingers found the hem of his shirt, scratching against his skin. "I caved... dad said he'd
take Kota to school for a bit while we get everything settled back down. I h-hate taking Kota
away from him b-because he almost died."

The hero kissed his fluffy curls. "Whatever works, baby. As long as you're not stressed out."

"I'm okay. The thing with dad shook me." Katsuki would know. Izuku still had nightmares
about his dad dying. Katsuki held him tightly to his chest. “I’m okay, K-Kachan... just want
to get back into the groove of things.”

“Well... is the princess down for the night?” Izuku nodded slowly against his chest. “Want to
practice our baby making?” Izuku nodded quickly this time. Thank fuck. Both of them
needed time to themselves.

“Sugar lips, I got a question for you.” Katsuki huffed out a sigh but hummed as he walked
along his patrol route. It was a pretty slow day which could be a blessing and a curse. “Why
do some people have sex with socks on?” The hero groaned loudly. Izuku could already see
him pinching the bridge of his nose. “No! Zero! I’m serious! I can not have sex with socks
on! Either can you but Toshi just told me that he doesn’t care!”

“Baby, I love you but please shut the fuck up.”

Like he would... “Kachan! This is a serious conversation! I need answers!” He really didn’t
but he did find it weird that it was a thing to start with. “Like if you stood on a hardwood
floor with socks on during the nasty, wouldn’t you fall? Then what? Break your dick?”

Katsuki sighed, “Deku, you need a hobby or some shit.”

“I need more dick in my life.” He smirked lightly. Last night was amazing. Alone time with
his husband surely reset his mind and body... maybe soul too. “Yours is perfect, ya know.”
Izuku ran his thumb up over the smooth plastic of his Ground Zero pen, the one with the
gauntlet on top.

“Oh, is that right baby cakes? You did cry over my cock last night.” Oh, he loved when his
husband got in this mood. “You were so beautiful.”

Izuku squeaked at the sudden compliment before he managed to slap his hand over his lips.
Okay! He can’t do that shit! Why would he do that!?

“Deku? Are you alright?” Sara asked softly, “You’re a little red.”

“O-Oh yeah! I’m fine!” He quickly waved her off. “It’s just uh hot in here all the sudden!”

The hero snorted in his ear, “Is that what you call it, sweetheart? Hot flash?”

Izuku glanced over his screens for anything he could tell the blonde and get him to now shut
his mouth. “I have nothing for you but you need to shut it.”
“Oh-ho. So scary.”

“You’ll be scared when I put ear plugs in and you get to hear Aiya at night.” Which didn’t
matter because Katsuki had the day off tomorrow and promised to get up with their princess
as long as Katsuki was able to put his contacts in. It was so weird not wearing his glasses and
having to push them up his nose or remembering not to rub his eyes too hard.

Katsuki chuckled softly. That sound instantly went to flutter the butterflies in his stomach.
“Aw, is my sweet, sexy husband not able to take it? You always take it up the ass so well. I
swore you could take a compliment from me.”

The rest of the slow, looong ass day was Katsuki teasing him sweetly. Izuku was very happy
to get off work and head over to Mitsuki’s house. He called his dad this morning and both of
them agreed that if Kota was going to do better with going to school then he could stay with
him for a bit. Hisashi didn’t care since Kota kept him busy from sitting at home all day long.
Retirement did not suit the man at all.

Also, no smoking was killing him too.

“Boo.”

Izuku jumped the hell out of his skin. “WACHAN!” He shrieked. Whipping around, he
glared up at his husband. “Don’t do that!” He scolded with a shove to the strong chest. “What
if I peed my pants?!”

“I’d fucking laugh my ass off.” Katsuki smirked wickedly. “Then I’d help you clean up.”

The smile forming was quickly halted. “Gross.” Izuku took two steps forward and pressed his
face right between his husband’s pecs. “Missed you.”

The blonde wrapped a firm arm around his shoulders, locking him into place. “I thought we
could go do some birthday shopping for Aiya.” Right. His baby was going to turn one in only
a few days. “Then maybe a nice night out. Ma has been doing photos of Aiya all afternoon
for the baby line and she passed out.”

“I swear our kids don’t love us.” He mumbled sadly.

“Nah. They do.” Katsuki kissed his cheek lightly. “They just have fucking amazing
grandparents that love them.”

Izuku smiled weakly at him. “My mama would never let them go... if she was here.” Katsuki
gently cupped his cheek, and he couldn’t help but nuzzle into the sweet smelling warmth.

“She’s so proud of you baby.”

“I-I hope so...”

Soft scarlet eyes met his. Izuku melted instantly. “She is. As am I. You have done so much
for me and your family. You’re fucking strong, sweet and a badass.” Izuku sniffled. Why did
he marry such an amazing man? “I’m glad I get to call you mine.”
“Y-You sap!” Izuku lightly hit his arm in a half heart attempt to get the blonde to stop but he
didn’t. Katsuki kept showering him in praise through every store and even when they were
finally settling into bed.

“I love you, Izuku. Thank you.” That was the last thing he heard before drifting off to sleep.
 Chapter 46

“Dad, I really think he—”

Hisashi huffed, “Champ, Kota is fine. He made it to school and I’m sitting around until I
need to go pick him up.”

Izuku almost huffed but Aiya giggled as she slammed her fork into her scrambled eggs.
“Dad, he hasn’t been home in days. Don’t ya think he should be home?”

“No.”

The stubborn old man.

Izuku smiled brightly down at his daughter before turning back to the dishes in the sink.
“He’s not your new job, dad, he needs to be with his parents.”

“No.”

“The answer is no, son. Why are you making this so hard?” He opened his mouth, but no
words came out. “Do you want to fight him? Do you want him to run away again?” Hisashi
sighed, “I’m not trying to be an asshole but Zu, he’s fine.”

Izuku frowned, “I’m his dad...”

“And you will always be his dad, but I think the little guy needs a break as does the rest of us.
He’s not dumb, Izuku. Kota knows a lot more than you think.” Hisashi snorted loudly. “Hell,
he’s been keeping me busy enough that smoking is just a dream now.”

He still didn’t like the fact that Kota was almost living over there. Kota was his son—his
baby boy and he wanted to do what was best for him... and if that meant he stayed with
Hisashi for a few. “Fine but h-he has to call every night!”

Hisashi just laughed, “He’ll call every night and soon he’ll want to come home to his daddy.”

After a few more back and forth comments, he hung up the phone. “Alright, Aiya. Brother
left us for a better life on the retired side so what should we do.” Aiya squealed, holding out
her egg covered hands. “You are so messy.” He laughed lightly. “But still so pretty. My pretty
baby.”

“You spoil them too damn much.” Katsuki grumbled tiredly and plucked the princess from
her highchair. “Let’s get you in the tub with your ducky.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, propping hand on his hip. “Says the one who’s whipped. I tried to kiss
you the other morning and you almost blasted me for bad breath.”

“Daddy had stank ass breath.” Katsuki nuzzled the girl’s pudgy cheek. Bits of egg now
sticking to his husband’s cheek. Gross. Izuku grabbed the wet dish rag from the sink and
walked over to both the blonde that he loved very much.

“Now you both need a bath.”

Katsuki scrunched his nose as the cool rag touched his skin. “Are you going to give me
bubbles and wash my butt too?”

Izuku let a smirk fall on his lips. “You would like that too much, puddin pop.” He gently took
the happy baby from his arms, propping her on his hip. “Have fun with that... problem.”
Izuku glanced down at the very present boner before walking away to the bathroom.

“Get back here and take care of it!”

“In his dreams, princess.”

Aiya giggled the second she saw her ducky on the counter. “D!”

“Ducky. Like daddy.” Izuku wanted her to say daddy or dada or something before her first
birthday. Okay, he really wanted her to say daddy before she said papa, but none were
coming out of her cute little face. Lifting her up, he turned her to face him fully. Blonde little
girls bounced with the shake of her head. “You are so beautiful... strong... and the sweetest
little thing. I can’t wait to watch you get big and grow into a beautiful young woman.

“No matter what... I will always stand by your side.” Aiya smiled at him, her green eyes
shining brightly with pure happiness. “Forever.”

Another day... another day of damn contacts.

Izuku huffed, banging his fist down on the desk. “Ya know. All I want to do is wear my
glasses, but I can’t cause little miss like eat them.”

“And you want more babies.” Shinso smirked. “You think the next one won’t eat them?”

He groaned loudly, dropping his face to the countertop. “No! They probably will and it will
give my husband the sick satisfaction of pinning me down on the bed to put in my contacts.”

Shinso just laughed, ruffling his soft curls. “I think he wants you to suck his dick.”

“I know.” He deadpanned. “I should get back to work before Mr. Boom Boom comes and
hunts me down.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” Shinso smirked.

Izuku flipped him off and went back to his lovely desk. Plopping down in his chair, he turned
and scooted up, putting his headset on. “Oh Mr. Zero! I have your afternoon wake up call.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

He was tempted to tap the mute button, but the screen flashed with an incoming call. “Oops!
I got another call! Please hold!” He grinned, pressing the flashing button. “119, what is your
emergency?”

“I-I’m dying!”

Izuku raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. “Are you hurt? Miss, I’m going to need you to tell
me where you—”

“M-My heart!” A very familiar ragged breath was heard followed by the sound of rustling.

She was having a panic attack. Izuku stopped mid type for medical and took his own deep
breath. One after the other, he inhaled and exhaled loudly until he could hear the girl’s start to
slow, matching his. “There you go, hun. Breathe.” He smiled, “I can confirm you are not
dying.”

The girl whimpered softly. “I f-feel like I am.”

“Panic attacks do that to people.” He hummed softly. “Want to tell me why you’re
panicking?”

She groaned loudly, “I-I’m on Broadway! It’s my first ever show a-and I’m a loser!” Izuku
frowned a little. “The others t-think I’m a freak cause I’m covered in burn scars! N-Now I’m
supposed to go s-sing on stage and m-make a fool of m-myself!?”

Izuku looked down at his hands, littered with his own scars. He’s been there along with the
red shoes he’s forced to wear that scream ‘quirkless freak’. “I have scars too.” She gasped
lightly. “You know how I wear them today?”

“H-How?”

“I wear them with pride. They have become one of my daily reminders that I’ve come a long
way and that I need to keep climbing. Now tell me what part you have.” The girl—Mai—
explained how she was one of the ‘freaks’ that the show and she was about to sing this big
song. He looked up the song on his other monitor. “Okay, Mai, you know what you’re going
to do?”

Mai sniffled again, “No?”

Izuku smiled softly, “You are going to stand up and brush yourself off. Then you are going to
walk out to that stage.”

“Weren’t you listening to me!?” She shrieked. “I-I can’t do it!”

“You got airpods?”

“...yes?”

He glanced over the screens in front of him. “Take me with you and I’ll be in your ear the
whole time.”
“A-Are you sure?”

“Yup, sweetie! I’ll be here!”

Mai switched her call over to her airpod in her ear. He could hear the soft clicks of her heels
against the wood floor as she walked out onto the stage. “D-Deku, I-I can’t do this.”

“I’m right here, Mai.” Izuku took a deep breath and did something he’d never done before in
a call. “I am not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say 'cause we don't want your broken
parts. I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars. Run away, they say, no one'll love you as
you are.

“But I won't let them break me down to dust I know that there's a place for us. For we are
glorious. Mai quietly joined in matching his tone softly. Izuku may have taken a second to
hack the sound system and turn up her mic. “When the sharpest words wanna cut me down.
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em out. I am brave, I am bruised I am who I'm meant
to be, this is me!”

Izuku slowly tapered off his own voice, leaning back in his chair to listen to the young
Broadway singer. She was amazing. No doubt that she deserved her place on that stage.
Whether it be the part she wanted or not, that song fits her story as does his own.

“Look out 'cause here I come and I'm marching on to the beat I drum. I'm not scared to be
seen. I make no apologies, this is me.”

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
This is me.

“So, this is the song you were singing the other day?” Katsuki whispered in his ear. “Thought
I was going to have to come rescue you or something.”

Izuku shook his head a little. “Nope. Just helping someone fight the darkness.” Mai was not
only beautiful with her voice but beautiful in person. So, she may have scars but, in the end,
it only added to her beauty. “She’s stunning.”

The blonde hero wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “That she is.” After help Mai onto the
stage, he booked two tickets to the last showing in Toyoko. Izuku was curious but he wanted
to see Mai for himself. The next morning after her face was plastered on every newspaper
and magazine cover. Scars and all.

“I’m happy I could help.” Izuku laid his head against the blonde’s chest, sighing. It was a
happy sigh. Some days he’d hope that anyone that didn’t look like a model would see that
they didn’t have to look like to be beautiful. Everyone had their own beauty.
The show was fantastic, even Katsuki said it was good and it takes a lot to get him to say
something like that. Only because that asshole would rather watch horror movies and live on
jump scares then a nice calm movie.

Katsuki suggested that they wait until mostly everyone was gone at the end of the show. He
didn’t want to be seen and have his own cover on the front page.

But he should have known that his husband had another plan.

“Are you... Deku?”

Izuku lifted his gaze to meet her soft green eyes. “That’s me. You did amazing tonight, Mai.”
She smiled softly, glancing away as her cheeks grew a soft pink.

“No... um thank you.” His smile stayed plastered on his lips, but his heart kicked into
overdrive. Getting thanks in person was a whole different ball game than over the phone. “I
just want to say that. Thank you. Because of you I’m so much more confident in my body
and with my scars and I’m getting to share my story with the world!” Mai turned back,
looking him in the eye, “I hope that I can help someone else like you helped me.”

“I...” He was speechless. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? ‘You’re welcome’!
He didn’t want to sound like an—

“I think you broke him.” Katsuki chuckled and ruffled his curls. “He’s not use to thank yous
because the dispatchers are kinda forgotten once help arrives.” He isn’t wrong. “He would
shut up about you until tonight. He was very proud that he got you on stage and now I see
why. You did fucking amazing.”

Mai looked like she was going to pass out. “T-Thank you, Ground Zero.”

“I-I can’t wait for your next show.” Izuku said once his voice finally came back. “I would
love to see you perform again.”

Katsuki told her to send an email to his agency with a schedule once she had one. Mai added
him to a support group for ‘freaks’ as she called it. Just like how you call yourself Deku. Why
not beat the others to the punch?

“You did so good, baby.”

Izuku frowned a little. “But I didn’t do anything, Kachan. I just did my job.” Katsuki rolled
his eyes with a scowl. “What?!”

“If you knew that you go above and beyond for others, you’d fucking see.” Katsuki leaned
down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You are more than just a dispatcher 9-5. You are a
hero when the heroes can’t be.”
 Chapter 47

The day before his daughter’s big day. Izuku had to go on an out of town training day. It
fucking sucked and he almost flipped out but Izuku quickly told him that he was the trainer
not the trainee. It made a lot more sense.

Sara promised to have Izuku on the train first thing in the morning, so he’d be on time for the
party. Katsuki had to just about push his husband out the door. The ass wipe has no faith in
him. He was fucking amazing. Number one hero and all that jazz.

“If daddy doesn’t think I can handle your birthday, then how will he have another one? Hah?”
Katsuki mumbled down to the sleeping baby on his chest. Sometimes he swore he was
nothing more than a pillow. “Also, he should know that I can handle anything cause I do all
the finances for us. Daddy must have a screw loose.”

His rant came to a stop when his phone rang from the kitchen. Great. If that was his husband,
he was going to flip a tit. Stomping—quietly—to the kitchen, he snatched the device off the
counter and put it to his ear. “What.”

“Mr. Bakugo? This is the principal from Highland Elementary. I was hoping you had a
moment to speak in regard to your son, Kota.”

Katsuki was dumbfounded.

First fucking off they called the wrong dad. Izuku made it clear to always call him first
because Katsuki would be out in the field. So that meant... “Is something wrong?” He forced
out calmly. Kota told the lady to call him instead.

Red flags just kept flying.

“Kota... his behavior has been a little off.” She started. “I understand that grandpa has been
doing drop off and pickup and according to his teacher things have improved.” And? What
the fuck was this lady doing? Playing twenty questions just with statements?

“Get to the point.”

“Kota beat up another child today.”

Okay... that’s not what he was expecting at all. “I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone and
his first instinct were to call Izuku but he knew that his husband would flip a lid, so he jogged
out to the driveway and buckled Aiya into her car seat. “We gotta go save brother, princess.”

Today he wasn’t a hero.

Today he was a dad on a damn mission.

“Don’t blow up the school, Katsuki.” He whispered to himself once his ass was in the
driver’s seat. “Don’t fucking blow up the school.” It’s probably nothing. Hopefully. But this
wasn’t his department in parenting. Izuku could be calm and scary. He was the one that went
in with guns blazing. “Princess... don’t tell daddy.”

Katsuki pulled into the school parking lot and looked up at the front door before unbuckling
himself. “Let’s go baby.” He got out of the car then got Aiya into his arms, marching up the
school steps. Aiya thumped her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Nap time wasn’t
over yet.

“Hi.” He said flatly to the front desk woman. “I’m Kota’s dad.” The woman looked like she
was going to pass the fuck out. Days like today made him hate being a hero. “Look, I get it.
I’m Ground Zero and I have kids. Blah. Blah. Blah. Now can you point me into the direction
of my son or the principal or both.”

Izuku should be fucking proud.

He didn’t say fuck once.

She raised a shaky hand and pointed to the double door office. Katsuki gave a quick nod in
thanks as he marched around the small desk and into the room.

The first thing he saw was Kota sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of the room, hands
bloody and dripping with water. Fuck. There was a hell of a puddle under his feet. How
fucking long had he been in here before he was called?

“Bud?”

This damn fucking woman cleared her throat. “You must be Kota’s father.” She said almost
blandly.

“I’m one of them.” He snarked back. “How fuc—long as my son been sitting here?”

The principal sighed, “Kota decided to hit another child on the playground before lunch. It’s
very violent behavior of a child and now I see where he gets it from.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God. Sorry, baby cakes but this is going to be handled the Ground Zero
way.

Katsuki smirked, adjusting the sleeping baby on his arm. “Here the fucking deal, lady. My
son would fucking never touch another snot nose brat unless needed.” The woman’s eyes
widened comically. “My son is a smart boy that knows right from wrong and when to throw
the first punch.

“Kota, did you throw the first punch?”

Kota glanced up for a split second and it broke his heart to see such terror in his dark eyes.
“N-No...”
“Now, I may be fucking explosive, but I will burn down this school and everyone in it with
one phone call.” He whispered lowly. “Do not ever accuse my boy of having an attitude or
I’ll call his other dad...”

The principal stared at him. She had the nerve to clear her throat again and placed her folded
hands on her desk. “Multiple teachers and other students saw him. He was pulled off the
other child who is now in the hospital.”

Well, fucking tits.

Katsuki ground his molars together harshly. Fuck. Now what?! “I want a minute alone with
my son.” He demanded. Thank fuck the woman stood without another word and walked out
of the room. “Kota, what happened?”

“I-I—” Kota bit down on his lip.

He frowned, walking over and knelt in front of the boy. “You can tell me anything, bud. I’m
right here and I believe you didn’t hit that brat for no damn reason.”

Kota glanced at him wearily. “H-He was mean... to Eri so I s-sprayed him with w-water... he
l-left Eri alone then c-came after me.” Oh. Fuck. No.

“Is that why you don’t want to go to school anymore?” Kota silently nodded. Tears leaking
down his cheeks. “Buddy, you should have told me or dad or grandpa—anyone.” Katsuki
gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. “You’re being bullied and that’s not okay.”

“H-He wouldn’t stop papa. He k-kept coming a-and what if he came a-after daddy... like the
v-villain did.”

Katsuki carefully pulled his son into his chest, pressing a kiss under the bill of his hat to his
forehead. “Daddy’s safe. You don’t need to hide from him, okay?”

“Mr. Bakugo, we need to discuss punishment.”

This bitch. “Listen here, bitch.” He pulled Kota into his arms, standing. “My son being
bullied to the point he had to go to great lengths to protect himself because no one bother to
take a second look... is fucking disgusting.” He spat. “This should be a safe for my son and
instead it has become a place he fears.”

“There’s been no record of Kota being bull—”

“Cause you don’t give a flying fuck, lady!” Katsuki would regret it later when it came
laundry time, but he pressed his sweaty palm to his son’s tan pants. “You’ll be hearing from
me when I take care of my son!”

Katsuki walked right past her and out the door. He ignored the faint voices calling after him.
No way in fucking hell he was going to listen to that woman’s BS. Kota snuggled into him,
one arm around his neck and the other around his sister’s back.

Of course the princess would sleep through anything.

“I think it’s time to call in backup.” Somehow, he managed to pull out his phone and called
Kirishima. The guy might be an idiot, but he won’t call Izuku the second he hears what
happened.

No surprise when the car pulled up that the blonde idiot was with him. “I’m here, bro! Who
we fighting!?”

“No one.” He grunted, “I want you to go to fucking Nezu and ask him to dig into Highland. I
want anything on anyone in this damn school. While you're fucking there, I want you to tell
Aizawa to talk to Eri about school . Nothing more than that. Sparky, you're with me while we
get this fucking party set for tomorrow afternoon. I got a damn cake to bake.”

Kota sniffled under his red hat, “Am I-I in trouble?” Katsuki couldn’t help the dreaded
feeling in his bones.

“I’ll tell daddy... pray that a war doesn’t start, kay?”

We’re fucked.

Cake done? Check.

Backyard set up? Check.

Birthday outfit laid out? Check.

Katsuki glanced through the rest of Izuku’s check list. “Everything’s fucking done. Kids are
in bed.” He had showered, shaved and damn well shined. “Now to deal with the school
drama.” He started with his PR... only because he did cuss the bitch out and leave. She was
nice enough to send out a statement on his behave. Aizawa had texted him and he kindly
replied with a talk later because Katsuki knew that Izuku needed to be the next one to know.

How the flying fucks he was going to manage that was beyond him!

“Maybe if I give him a nice blow job...” He mumbled to himself, looking at the empty side of
the bed. “I can have my mom take the kids. Little alone time then...” He groaned, flopping
onto his back. Then what?! Drop it like a fucking bomb?

He could call Dragon...

No.

Minnie?

No.

Shinso?

No, he’d fucking open his mouth too.

All he had to do was get through the party and possibly tie his husband down on the bed.
Yeah. Maybe he could do that.

“Either way he’s going to freak the fuck out.”

But that was a problem for the future Katsuki.

And sadly future Katsuki was here.

“Kachan! Why aren’t you up yet?! I party starts in six hours!” Katsuki pulled the pillow over
his head with a groan. “Baby! C’mon!” No way in the God’s green fucking Earth was this
asshole getting him up six hours before the party... that started at fucking ten in the morning.
“Kachan!” He grunted loudly when a body slammed down on his back. “We have—”

Katsuki flipped over and smashed the pillow into the nerd’s face. “Shut it. It’s four in the
damn morning. I got everything fucking done! Sleep!”

“It’s the baby’s birthday!” Izuku squealed once he got the pillow off his face. “She’s turning
one!”

The blonde looked down at his crybaby husband. Fresh tears were streaming into his messy
curls but a bright smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, our princess is turning one but if you
wake her fucking up now, she’ll be cranky at her party.”

Izuku sniffled, wiping the tears off his face quickly. “I-I’m just so h-happy!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Katsuki gently leaned down and pressed the lightest kiss to
Izuku’s parted lips. “Snuggle the fuck out of me and when Aiya wakes up, you can be the
first one to get her.”

Izuku latched onto him like a fucking leech and pressed back into the soft kiss. Sometimes it
felt like they never had a moment alone. It was normally a quick fuck in the shower before
bed or a quick kiss on the way out the door. Sure, they had their date nights, but it wasn’t the
same. Both of them were eager to rush back to the babies.

Katsuki lightly trailed his fingers down the other’s arms, over his side and to his hip. “No
fucking...” He mumbled against Izuku’s plush lips.

“So... you wanna make out like horny teenagers that instead of parents walking through the
door it’s our kids.” Izuku licked his bottom lip.

“Sure, you little fucking virgin.” Katsuki smirked before diving back in to take control. He
gently ran his tongue over the soft bitable lips until Izuku got the hint and let his jaw fall
open slightly. Rocking his hips forward, he couldn’t help but moan at the grow hard ons both
of them were sporting. “I beat I could make you cum so hard—”

“D-Daddy?”

Katsuki dropped his head into Izuku’s shoulder, groaning. Izuku laughed, running his fingers
through his hair softly. “Hey baby! I’m home!”
Small footsteps shuffled across the carpet followed by the bed bouncing. Kota pushed at his
side tiredly. “I want daddy.”

“Me too.” Katsuki huffed.

 Chapter 48

“Happy birthday, princess.” Izuku whispered softly to his now one year old baby girl. “You
may have been a surprise but just like your brother and papa. You are one of my many
favorite surprises.”

“Babe, let help her blow out the candle or I will.”

“Your papa is a butt sometimes.” He huffed. Aiya giggled happily, bouncing in her chair.
“Ready, baby?” Izuku lightly pressed his cheek to hers and blew out the candle. Next year he
was fully confident that she would be able to handle the task.

Katsuki came up to the front of the highchair and plucked the candle from the pink cupcake
shaped cake. The party was exactly how he wanted it. Pink everywhere with princesses
covered in decorations. The cake even had a crown on the front. “Alright, pretty girl. It’s time
for the first taste of cake.” Swiping his finger through the pink frosting, Katsuki held it out to
the baby.

Aiya almost froze for a second then opened her mouth, waiting. Katsuki grinned and smeared
it over her lips. She instantly brought her tongue to her lips. Aiya squealed loudly at the
sweetness overloading her taste buds and grabbed the cake with her small hands, bringing it
straight to her mouth.

“You are so in charge of bath time, sweet thang.” He whispered.

“Fucking worth it.”

Kota wrapped his arms around his thigh, hugging tightly. “She’s getting all gross, daddy.” He
laughed, giving his head a pat.

“That’s what babies do on their first birthday, Kota. They get messy.”

Hisashi chuckled, “Your dad was covered in so much frosting that it was coming out of his
ears for weeks.”

“The brat threw a damn fit because it was sweet.” Mitsuki scuffed playfully, “He didn’t stop
crying until I got him some curry.”

Izuku rolled his eyes over at his husband. The man was too invested in the not so tiny baby in
front of him. He was helping her get bites of cake and encouraging her to eat it. “Remember
this day, son, because papa will deny it later.”

“I got pictures bro.” Kirishima whispered behind him.

Perfect. He was going to need those for black mail.

The rest of the day was just perfect. Not only was he surrounded by family and friends, but
Kota was home. Izuku hated that he almost was living with his dad. He understood it...
Jessica was like the same thing for him as a kid.

Izuku gathered up the empty plates from the two tables out in the big yard. Eri and Kota were
giggling, laughing as they ran away from Kirishima and Denki. Those two would make great
dads. Katsuki was in his lawn chair, sleeping baby on his chest and a cold beer in his hand
with his dad in the chair next to him. Minnie and Mitsuki were gushing over memories of the
two of them. Hisashi was hero talking Aizawa and Hizashi.

It was... perfect.

Picking up the stack, he walked up the small steps and into the house through the sliding
door. Tonight was going to be a pain to clean up. The sink was already filled with pots and
pans from lunch, now add in the dishes.

“Maybe I should get started on these...” He whispered.

I seeeee you

Izuku yelped at the sudden cold feeling on his bare neck. It felt like someone put an ice cube
on his neck... in the shape of a hand. The dishes slipped from his hands, crashing to the tile
floor next to his sneakers.

“I see you.”

Turning his head slightly, he met a black figure coming out of the wall in the corner. The
same black eyes from the alley. “W-Who are you?!” Izuku tried to shout but his words left his
lips in a whisper.

“Master is coming... Master is coming for you...”

Izuku gulped. No way. This—his mind was playing flat out tricks on him. No— “L-Listen,
you need t-to stay the fuck awa—”

“Master wants you.” Izuku stumbled back at the sudden closeness. The figure was now
standing right in front of his face, his icy breath fanning over his freckled cheeks. “Master...”

Izuku’s eyes grew comically wide as he watched the hand—was it even a hand?!—come up
and gently touch his cheek. “P-Please d-don't...”

“I see you—” There were heroes—a lot of them—right out in his back yard. Get it together!
All he needed to do was open his mouth and scream. Izuku dropped his jaw and sucked in a
deep breath, ready to scream but the hand pressed over his lips.

“Zuku? You better not be doing those damn dishes at her party!” Katsuki called from outside.
His husband was only ten feet away. “Izuku Bakugo!”

Please come find me. Please!

“Next time... I take you.”

Whether the threat was real or not. He was terrified. The figure drifted off into the shadows.
When he left, the cold left his body, and he sank into the glass shards on the floor. Izuku
couldn’t stop his body from shaking with fear.

Fear.

His hands could barely hold him up from face planting into the broken pieces of dishes. What
the hell was that thing?! Why him!? What fucking master would want to take him away?!
Who was this master!?

“Champ?”

Izuku swallowed down every ounce of fear into the pits of his stomach. “I-I tripped.” Not like
it wasn’t an uncommon thing but his dad could see right through him. “I-I’ll clean it u-up.”

Hisashi knelt down next to him and gently lifted his chin with two fingers. Warmth. They
were so warm. “Izuku, you didn’t just trip. You’re shaking.” Izuku lifted his gaze to meet the
dark jade eyes. Worry. His dad was worried about him. Great! He was still recovering and
Izuku was causing him nothing but worry! This man was his forever rock. No matter what,
he’d know that he would be there. “Son, talk to me.”

“I-I...” He licked his cool lips, wincing. It still felt like the hand was sitting over his mouth.
Promise me. Promise me you won’t do that shit again. Damn. That promise was coming back
to haunt him. “S-Some... thing h-has been following m-me.” The jade eyes grew darker. “I-
It’s some b-black shadow thing!

“I-It was in the house!” Izuku lifted his bloodied hands to grip onto his dad’s shirt. “I-It’s
him. H-He got out! He’s going—”

“What the hell is going on?”

Oh. No.

Anyone but Katsuki. Anyone but him!

Izuku looked up at his dad with a pointed look. You tell him, you die. “N-Nothing,
handsome... I tripped and got upset that I broke the plates.”

The blonde scuffed loudly. “Babe, it’s dishes. Ya hurt?” Izuku nodded a little. “Then let's get
you cleaned up, sweetheart.” Hisashi opened his mouth, but he tightened his death grip on the
man before letting go and getting to his feet.

“The party...” He whispered, exhausted. Damn, he really was exhausted... when was the last
time he slept? How the fuck could he even sleep now?! Those black eyes were there every
time he blinked. He could barely handle watching a horror movie with Katsuki's arms
anchored around his waist. Now? Izuku was legit at his brink.
His amazingly sweet husband shook his blonde head with a small scowl on his lips. "Babe,
you've done so much already. Now get your ass in bed or something."

"Don't forget to clean your hands, sport." Izuku knew that his words didn't match his tone.
The tone he just used was the "we'll talk later" tone.

Izuku let Katsuki take a hold of him, leading him out of the haunting kitchen and up the
stairs. "I'm sorry, Kachan..."

"Nothing to be damn sorry about. You pushed yourself again."

The greenette bit down on his lip. The thing is... he didn't. Sure, he missed a few hours of
sleep due to the train ride back to get home early but he didn't feel like he was pushing
himself. Katsuki gently lifted him onto the bathroom counter between the two sinks and took
his hands in his warm ones.

Katsuki silently worked in cleaning the cuts on his hands and removing any pieces of glass.
"Sweetheart?"

"Hmm." Izuku hummed softly. He didn't trust himself to open his mouth. The gates would
open letting the flood rush out of him.

"Are you really that upset about the damn plates?" Katsuki asked softly. "They're just plates.
I'll order new ones tomorrow."

Izuku focused on the sting from the band aids being pressed down on his skin. Sometimes the
pain was nice, grounding him when he felt like he was free falling. "I'm okay, big guy."

"Is it Aiya?" Izuku frowned, tilting his head up to meet the soft crimson eyes. Katsuki
brought his now clean hands up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to every cut. "I know she's
gotten big... do you want to try for anoth—"

"No!" He blurted out in a panic.

Cause that didn't just now look odd. Fuck. Him. Katsuki could instantly read him. "Okay,
what the fuck is going on?"

I think I'm being haunted by the shadow man and my kidnapper from way too many years ago
is after me?

Nothing crazy or anything.

Izuku curled his fingers around the warm fingers tightly. "I-I... I'm scared, Kachan."

"Scared of what, baby?"

My precious little boy

He stared up at Katsuki, pleading with his eyes for help. The crimson eyes widened slightly
as they searched his own. "I... I'm being s-stalked."

"Stalked? What does this fucker look like?"

Izuku tightened his grip as a shudder ran down his spine. "B-Black eyes... a-and he lives...
he's l-like a s-shadow."

"A shadow?" Katsuki repeated.

Great. He sounded like he belonged in the looney bin. "I-I'm not making it u-up! I-I saw him
o-on that patrol d-day!" Izuku inhaled a ragged breath. "A-And in the kitchen! I-It was in the
k-kitchen—our h-home!" "T-The babies!"

The blonde frowned softly, running his thumbs softly over the tops of his scars. "I'm right
here, Zuku. I'm right here."

Katsuki somehow got Izuku to calm down enough and shut his eyes. He waited for the
familiar soft snores to fill the room before he slowly peeled himself off his husband and
padded out of the room. No surprise that Dragon was leaning against the wall with his arms
folded across his chest.

"He thinks it's that villain that kidnapped him."

Well, fucking hell.

No wonder Izuku was freaking the fuck out. The blonde jerked his head to the door at the end
of the hall. Dragon followed him quietly as he peeked into Kota's room. The little turd
managed to get Kirishima to lay with him to which the idiot fell asleep. He rolled his eyes,
closing the door. Next was Aiya. The birthday girl. Katsuki peeked inside to find his princess
fast asleep with her Ground Zero plushie under her arm.

Shutting the door, he went to the end of the hall and opened the door. "We'll talk in here, I
ain't having Izuku wake the hell up." Dragon nodded thoughtfully as he slipped past the hero,
walking to the couch in the corner of the room. Katsuki closed the door with a soft click. "I'm
sure you keep tabs on that villain."

"I have..." There was a damn fucking but. "I called my contact after what my son said." The
older man grimaced. "But after they went and personally checked the person in the cell..."

"It wasn't fucking him." It wasn't a question. That was a damn statement. Dragon nodded.
"Zuku can't find out, Katsuki. You cannot tell him."

Katsuki couldn't believe his damn ears. What?! "Izuku has every right to know!" He tried to
keep a level tone but fuck, it was hard not to flat out scream at the man.
Dragon folded his arms over his chest. "He'll run."

Two small words.

Two words that meant so much.

Izuku will run to who fucking knows where with the kids... or worse. "He'll leave us to
protect us."

"Sadly yes."

Katsuki frowned, plopping down in his desk chair. "This shadow guy. Anything on him?"
The retired shook his head slowly, dark curls falling over his eyes like a shield. "Great. We
know fucking nothing."

"Izuku was ice cold when I found him. Almost as if he was in a freezer." Dragon glanced
over at him. "A shadow man with elemental powers?"

Elemental...

"The tsunami... Kota was at the fair." Katsuki was going to suggest something big. "What if
the shadow guy is controlling the weather. What if that day with the ice was actually a
blizzard, the tsunami came in the second Kota's at the fair. The day you fell that thing showed
itself to Izuku."

Dragon hummed. "So, you're saying that all those are tied together?"

"What if..." Katsuki swallowed down the glass stuck in throat. "You were only a distraction
that day."

"And I was supposed to die to get Izuku to the states?" He suggested slowly.

The blonde wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans. "Yeah." He whispered. "This is fucking bad,
Hisashi. How in the hell are we supposed to catch—"

"We wait. Put one of your best men on Izuku as a guard." Dragon ran both hands through his
wild hair. "He's had sixteen plus years to plan something. It's going to be well thought out."

"I'm not losing my husband to that bastard."

"And I'm not losing my son again to him either."

 Chapter 49

It's been a few weeks since the shadow creepy thing appeared in his kitchen. Izuku has
slowly gone back to his normal routine. The only thing was that Frostfire now was his
shadow. No surprise. He figured his husband would have someone as his personal guard, but
Frostfire was the last one to come to mind.

Work started to become a whole new environment with the dual quirk hero. At first, he
thought the hero was bored but after a glance, Izuku quickly realized that he was paying
attention to everything he was doing. Izuku always had to force himself to slow down when
he trained the newbie.

Not his fault his fingers moved super fast.

"Alrighty, big hot sexy hero, I'm gonna go to lunch."

Katsuki snorted, "Did you even remember to grab it out of the fridge this morning?"

"Um. Rude." He said with an eye roll. "I gra—" No he didn't. That was yesterday. The only
day he managed to grab the bento box from the fridge. "Kachan! That's your one job!"

"One job my ass!" Katsuki scuffed, "You sleep in and leave me to the monsters—who by the
fucking way always want pancakes in the morning."

Izuku sighed happily, leaning forward to rest his cheek against his fist. "It's pretty sexy
watching you cook breakfast in your boxers like a big strong husband should."

"Oh yeah?"

"The way every muscle moves when you flip the perfectly cooked pancake—"

"Is this who people talk dirty?"

Oops. Izuku let his hand fall from his freckled cheek and turned to Frostfire. "You really got
to make more noise Elsa, I keep forgetting your here."

Katsuki barked out a laugh, "Fuck, Icyhot." Izuku was just about to hit the mute button, but
the sweet words stopped him. "I'll talk to you after lunch, baby boy."

"And we'll discuss the idea of you cooking naked, Zero."

"You fuck—"

Izuku slammed his finger down on the disconnect key. "Lunch time! I guess we're going
out!" Frostfire didn’t say anything as he jumped up from his chair and walked to the elevator.
“How about that sandwich place in the mall? I heard it’s super good for a new place.”

The hero gently pressed the last button. “Whatever you prefer.”
Izuku held back the automatic eye roll that wanted to occur. The mall was pretty close so
sometimes a few coworkers and him would go to the food court when they all couldn’t
decide. Izuku walked with a small pep in his step. Probably pure idiotic but he was tried of
looking over his shoulder again and with the hero with him. It wasn’t bad.

Frostfire picked his favorite—cold soba noodles and Izuku picked one of his favorite ramen
dishes with extra meat. Izuku carried his tray to the corner of the food court and plopped
down in his chair.

“I’m so ready for today to be over.” He sighed heavily. “Aiya decided she needed to learn to
walk and learn to climb out of her crib in the same week. No sleep, Frosty.”

The hero raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand the nicknames with you.”

This again? Izuku rolled his bright eyes and dropped his elbows to the table, fists pressing
into his freckled cheeks. “I don’t understand your stone like personality.” His duel colored
eyes stared at him dully. “Listen, Olaf. I learned that being a good dispatcher also meant that
the hero should be relaxed—yet alert. Do you know how stressful Chargebolt is? If I didn’t
call him every electric Pokémon out there, he’d be dead.

“Sometimes...” Izuku waved his chopsticks in the air then pointed them at the hero as if he
was going to stab him through the eyes. “people use jokes to take the stress off. I like calling
people cute little nicknames because I think it brings a more... friendshipness to the day. I’m
not some stranger in your ear.

“I’m a person. I’m also thankful that my husband is my main event.” Izuku smirked lightly.
“An event that I get to ride until my heart explodes or my dick. Whatever one comes first.”
Todoroki gave him a dry look but Izuku could see something flicker in his eyes. “Sooooo,
how are things with Sero?”

Look. He kinda felt guilty about them breaking up because of that night at the bar. Todoroki
learned pretty quick. Turned things around... got his fat dad out of his ass. Izuku also knew
that Sero was miserable. He couldn’t move on, nor could anyone get him to open up and talk
about it.

“... we don’t speak.”

Lame.

Fucking stupidly lame.

The dispatcher huffed out a breath that would have fogged his damn glasses if he was
allowed to wear them. Then again... watching his big strong husband sit on his chest in the
morning in his boxers. Sexy. He got to grab ass while Katsuki put in the dreaded things.

“Really? You two aren’t even talking?! Weren’t you going to be engaged?!” To be honest, he
couldn’t remember. Lack of sleep and life being crazy does that.
Frostfire looked down at his bowl sadly. Anyone could see that the couple were happy. Just
one of the men in the relationship needed a good wake up call. After Frostfire saved him and
then again saved the city from the tsunami, he worked with the commissioner to get his
sentence changed. Just like Katsuki, this man was stuck with him until he deemed him ready.

Izuku pursed his lips as his mind searched for the perfect words that would fit this situation.
“Todoroki, I think you need to apologize and see where you and Sero stand. I mean... what
you did was crazy wrong, but you are learning from that.”

“I let a little girl die.” He whispered in defeat.

“Yes, you did. There’s no denying it.” Izuku sighed heavily. “But we all learn from our
mistakes... I do have to say that your dad is a piece of shit that needs to be lit on fire but hey,”
He smiled brightly. “If you can get on my good side then I think you can get a redo with
Sero.”

Todoroki frowned. It was so weird seeing an emotion on his face but progress! “I don’t
deserve him. Everyone is calling me the child killer... he doesn’t need to be attached to that
image.”

“Sucks to suck, my guy but that’s Sero’s choice.” Izuku said with a shrug before diving into
his bowl of delicious, mouthwatering ramen.

“How do you do it?” Izuku looked up with a questioning look. “How do you worm your way
into people and... care?”

Izuku finished chewing the bite in his mouth, swallowing. “Well, my mom raised me to
always see the best in people. I’m quirkless but she treated me like anyone should have.”
Todoroki nodded a bit. “Oh my god, Frostfire! I’ll help you but you better be ready to build
my baby a snowman!”

“Sero! My husband’s least annoying friend!” Izuku smiled brightly over at the tape hero.
Sero glanced up, clenching his towel tightly.

He smiled a little. Okay. It looked so weird to be in the War Zone locker room when Katsuki
was out on patrol... and well, Katsuki was his hero. Ha! He now owes Shinso two hundred
bucks. “What’s up, Deku? Bakugo is still out—”

“Oh, I know!” He waved off the hero. “I ditched him to come talk to you.”

Sero gave him an odd look. “Okay... what do you want to talk about it?”

“Todoroki.” His smile fell slightly watching pain flash through Sero’s dark eyes. “I know you
might not want to. It’s just that Todoroki—”

“You don’t have to tell me.” Sero sighed, “I’ve seen the texts, listened to the voicemails and
read the letters.” Wow. Someone didn’t inform him of that. “My heart—I don’t know if I can
handle another heartbreak, Deku.” The hero plopped down next to him on the bench. Izuku
didn’t miss the way his shoulders trembled slightly like he was holding it all in. “You’d think
after news like that... you’d come to hate the man, but I know him.

“I know his demons with his shitty family. The things he carries. Even the way his dad pretty
much programmed the guy.” Izuku’s frowned slipped further. “His mom poured boiling water
on his face as a kid because she was so in her own trauma, she snapped.” Sero sighed heavily,
his shoulders sagging. “It took me two days to forgive him after I thought it all through. The
words coming out of his mouth, his actions, everything was like his dad speaking through
him.”

Izuku looked over at the door. “Soooo... do you wanna talk with him? I’m whipping him into
shape on the hero side, but I think he needs you.” Sero looked over at him, hope sparkling in
his eyes. “I think you need him. Don’t think I don’t notice the longing looks at your phone
like you want it to ring.” That got a small smile to crack on Sero’s lips. “Like you said, he’s
been through some shit.”

Sero followed his gaze to the door. “Is he waiting out there?”

“I mean... he’s on his knees waiting for you to walk out of here.” Izuku smiled softly. “Don’t
be too hard on him, kay? I swear the guy was going to cry and I don’t know if I could handle
the bland man showing that much emotion.”

The tape hero stood from the bench, sighing. “You think...” He cleared his throat. “Do you
think it’s a good idea? To be with him?”

Izuku shrugged, “I mean, do I think it’s good for my own husband to be married to a
quirkless freak like me? No. He still ‘secretly’ deals with hate because he’s with me.” Air
quotes around the secretly part cause that idiot thinks he doesn’t know. “Though, it’s between
you two. No one else.”

“Damn it... I fucking love him.”

“Then get dressed!” Izuku hopped up from the bench, making his way over to the locker
room door. “I gotta run! My hus—” The words died on his lips as he opened the door and
found a very angry blonde glaring at him with blazing crimson eyes. “Hey honey! I’m
home!”

Katsuki growled lowly. “Sero. Get the fuck out.”

“No, Sero! S-Stay! We’ll have a party—ah!” Izuku squeaked at the loud explosion above his
head. Sero didn’t utter a word. That man pulled on his pants and booked it like he was the
one in trouble. “Kitty kat...”

Katsuki slammed the locker door shut. “Deku.” He growled. Izuku gulped, watching the lock
flip into place.

Great. He pissed him off and now he was locked in here!

Izuku smiled sweetly up at the blonde. “I missed you—” A sweaty palm slammed down on
his lips, cutting off any excuse he was about to come up with.

Also, Katsuki was a sucker for him when he talked... voice kink was true.

“It’s getting real old, baby boy.”

“W-What?”

The crimson eyes darkened. “You fucking leaving me. You just go off and get to do whatever
the fuck you want without a word.” Oh. Oh fuck. “No text. No message. No nothing.” Izuku
yelped as his back hit the metal lockers. Two explosive hands slammed down next to his
head, shaking the lockers. “You really like to fucking worry me... don’t you, sweetheart?”

Izuku swallowed thickly, his fingers twitching with the need to touch him. “I-I...” Fuck! He
didn’t have fucking words! What the hell was he going to say!?

“You ditched me for Icyhot.” Okay. Now he was truly fucked. Now maybe for the first time
in his relationship, he was scared. Not like ‘OMG he’s going to kill me’ but like ‘OMG he’s
going to punish me so hard’. “Anyone else... anyone.”

There was no way Katsuki couldn’t hear his heart beating right out of his chest. “K-Kachan,
I-I only love yo—”

Katsuki pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him. “I know, my sweet husband.” Izuku’s eyes
widened at his tone. It was oddly sweet. “And I’m going to remind you of who you belong
to.”

“I-I need to go home!” He hissed.

Katsuki smirked down at him. This man spent the last two hours proving him true to his
stupid words. He was limping for fuck’s sake! Limping with a huge butt plug up his ass and
boy did his asscheeks burn from the spanking he got on top of it all. “I left your throat alone.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “Oh, thank you kind sir. You are so generous.”

“Glad you see it that way, baby.” Katsuki lightly patted his ass but his cheeks were so raw it
felt like a heated explosion. Izuku whimpered. “All you need to say is the word.”

Like hell was he going to use the safe word.

Izuku marched forward to the round table in the back of the bar as fast as he could with the
limp. Sitting sounded painful but he wanted to get away from the blonde. “Hi.” He grumbled,
scooting close to his best friend and laying his head in the man’s lap. The table was full with
everyone—including Sero and Todoroki—which left barely any room for Katsuki to sit.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Shinso snickered.

“I’m done being nice to anyone but my babies. Fuck off.” Izuku spat lightly.
Katsuki sat down and placed his feet on his lap. “He wishes.” Izuku ignored the incoming
questions thrown at the two of them. To be honest, he enjoyed everything Katsuki gave him.
The warmth from his touch may hurt now but at the time it felt nothing other than amazing.

Izuku also knew the second he got home; his husband would draw him a bath and pamper the
crap out of him until he couldn’t think.

Worth it.
 Chapter 50

Katsuki shot out of bed with his hands raised in the air. He was fucking ready to kick
anyone’s ass that dared to fucking step into his home.

Well, not his husband’s.

Turning his head, he found Izuku thrashing back and forth, legs trapped under the sheets as
he screamed at the top of his lungs. This had become their normal nightly routine since that
fucking shadow bastard appeared in the kitchen.

“Babe.” He whispered gently. Slowly, he pressed his hand down on his chest causing the
greenette to bolt up and flail. “Jesus, Zu! It’s me!” He hissed lowly and grabbed the shorter
man’s wrists. The last thing he needed was another black eye from his husband.

Izuku opened his eyes once he was no longer able to fight. “K-Kachan?” His voice hoarse
from weeks of screaming. “S-Sorry...”

The blonde sighed, pulling the man into his lap. “Ain’t nothing you did wrong, baby boy.”
Izuku never spoke of what scared him so badly in his dreams. He always went quiet after he
woke up. “I swear nothing is going to happen.”

A promise he planned on fucking keeping.

“I’m gonna go check on the babies...” Izuku whispered. Same thing every night. Wake Izuku
up. Izuku checks on the babies. Izuku doesn’t sleep. Reaching over Izuku’s scarred hand went
to flick on the bedside lap but nothing happened. Katsuki frowned slightly and went to turn
on his lamp but the same result. “K-Kachan...”

Katsuki opened his mouth when a loud boom over their heads shook the frames on the walls.
“It’s just a storm baby. The power must have gone out.” Grabbing his phone from the
nightstand, he unlocked it and tapped on the weather app.

Fuck.

It was supposed to be a clear night. No rain, no storms... nothing.

Which meant one thing.

The hero wrapped his arm tightly around his husband’s waist, yanking back into his chest. “I
need you to listen, Deku.”

“H-He’s coming.” Izuku whispered, trembling in his grip. “T-The b-babies!”

“Don’t.” He hissed. “That could be what this sick fucker wants.”

Another loud boom with the snap and crackle of lightning rained over them. This was some
fucked up horror flick that he no longer wanted to be a part of. Katsuki used his free hand to
grab the nerd’s glasses, slipping them into place before he turned back to his phone.

Izuku swallowed thickly and crawled off the bed, peering down to the floor. It was pitch
black everywhere. The clouds covered any light that the moon may have given off plus the
blinds were shut tight.

What the flying fuck was he going to do?!

Katsuki hated asking for help. Hated trusting anyone besides his close net family. “Don’t
fucking move, Izuku.”

“I seeeee you.” Both of their heads whipped around to the sick hissing voice. It was so dark,
there was no way to see him but Katsuki could feel him. “Master is heeere. Master is here.”

“Master can fuck the hell off and die!” Katsuki dialed the only number he could fucking
think of in a time like this.

119.

Izuku bolted for the damn door, feet stomping against the hard floor as he ran as quick as he
could.

“119, what’s your emergency?”

Katsuki swore under his breath, “Deku! Fuck! Dispatch I need everyone! I don’t care—” A
gross fucking cold dry hand clamped over his mouth as he was pinned down to the bed.

Ice began to slowly over his skin as if he was lying in a bed of snow. A dark figure floated
above him, black eyes staring down at him. “Can’t let you get in Master’s way.”

“Ground Zero! Do you copy?!”

Glancing at the phone, he dropped it from his hand and lifted it up to the bastard’s face. Bye
fucker. He smirked as a large explosion popped off his palm. The figure hit the wall and
crumbled to the floor. “Don’t fucking mess with Katsuki damn Bakugo.” he spat.

The shadow man was now just a fucking man. A very young man. Dark hair down to his
shoulders covered his pale shoulders. Damn. Did this kid eat? No fucking time for that. His
husband was off being reckless once again.

Katsuki jumped off the bed and ran out into the hallway. What he saw was his own
nightmare.

“She’s so precious... Izuku.”

The flash of lightning lit up the living room. Katsuki’s stomach legit fell out of his ass. The
creep bastard was holding their baby girl while Izuku was on his knees, trembling.

Izuku whimpered loudly. “G-Give her b-back.” he croaked. Thank fuck Aiya was sleeping
still or the whole neighborhood would be awake.
“Alright, bastard. I ain’t in the mood for games.” He raised his hand to fire off a warning
shot, but pain erupted from inside his skin. It felt like his own explosion went off inside him.
A small groan escaped his lips but he didn’t lower his broken hand.

“P-Please! Leave my f-family alone!” Izuku begged, “Y-You want me! I-I'm q-quirkless! P-
Pure!”

The villain smiled down at him as his crusty ass finger lightly ran over the sleeping baby’s
cheek. “You were always so good to me. Crying... begging... music to my ears.” Katsuki bit
his lip. Hard. Izuku was going to get his ass beat. “Ground Zero... you sure make it hard for
me to get my sweet boy back to me.”

“He’s fucking mine.” Katsuki snarled.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, hero.” The villain laughed, “You don’t want some quirkless
person, but I must thank you for giving me another precious.” Izuku let out a small broken
sob. Did... did that asshole really say his baby was quirkless?

Well, that fucking pissed him off.

Sweat slowly trailed over his palm, dripping down to the floor. “You can’t fucking put a label
on her! She’s a baby!”

“I’ll make her perfect just like I tried with my sweet boy, Izuku.” He smirked. “He was most
pretty when he cried for his daddy.”

Katsuki glanced at his hand. He swore it was swelling from internal bleeding, but he didn’t
have the damn time to worry about that.

“Papa?”

Izuku stiffened, whipping his head around. “K-Kota, baby go back to bed!”

Kota yawned softly. “But daddy, my night light isn’t working.” Katsuki had three seconds to
figure out what the fuck to do before he loses his family.

“Oh, look at him. He’s very prett—”

Something inside him snapped. Maybe it was the final straw or maybe it was the fact his
husband was sobbing loud enough that Aiya whined, and the bastard soothed her back to
sleep.

Katsuki blasted forward and over his husband’s body. His good hand shot out to grab the
villain’s face as his bad hand snatched his baby away. “Deku!” He—as carefully as he could
—dropped Aiya right over the top of him. Slamming the villain to the ground, he gave his
ugly face a firm blast. “Fuck with my family and you deal with me, fucker.”

The hero picked up the charred face and carried out the bastard out the front door. This was
heroic. This was him out for revenge for the pain his family was now in. “Rot in hell bitch.”
Katsuki forced all his power into his left hand, blasting the villain so hard there was nothing
left of his head. Fuck the commission. Fuck the press.

The bastard was gone.

For damn good.

“Bakugo!” Katsuki dropped the headless body, panting. Damn, his arms hurt. “Bro... who—”

Katsuki kicked the body. “Get fucking Denks to turn on the stupid power.” Kirishima quickly
sent the message without leaving his side. “I fucking killed him.”

Kirishima gulped, “I uh see that.”

Even though he won the battle.

He still felt like he lost.

“Katsuki.” God, he hated when the idiot called him that around others. “You need to come to
the medic.”

Lifting his gaze from the body, he found his friend’s concerned eyes. “Zu... he needs help.
Gotta help him.” The other bastard was still fucking alive. He needed to end the nightmares.

“No, bro, he’s with his dad.”

“There’s one left. One villain. Gotta kill him.” Katsuki’s mind was stuck on loop. Protect.
Protect family. Kill threat. “Gotta g-get to him.”

Izuku clung to his two babies as if they were going to disappear. “I’m s-so sorry, babies!”
That was worse than the fucking basement. The stupid words wouldn’t leave his head. Aiya
snuggled closer to his chest while Kota sat in his lap. “I’m s-sorry.” He whispered.

“Hey champ.”

“Dad!” Izuku cried. He needed more arms because he wanted his dad in his hug too. “H-He
came back!”

Hisashi sighed, wrapping his arms around the three of them. “He did but he’s gone now and
won’t ever come back.” Izuku didn’t need words to know that his husband finished the job.
“Let’s get you all check out and come to my house.”

Izuku slowly nodded, sinking into his dad’s hold. Part of him wanted to go but the other part
of him wanted to live in the relief. The villain was gone... for good. No more wondering if
someone was watching him. No more looking over his shoulder.

It was over.

Or so he thought.
“Zero! Stand down!”

Izuku snapped his head up. Why in the world were they telling him to stand down? “D-Dad
take the babies.” His husband needed him. Hisashi swiftly took the kids and went out the
back door with them. Kota squealed happily, warming his heart.

“Zero!”

Katsuki’s large form stood in the doorway. His shoulders touched the wood of the frame.
Izuku stared up at him. There was something wrong with his eyes. The eyes he fell in love
with weren’t filled with love or determination.

It was like he was in a trance.

“Kac...” Izuku whispered softly.

The explosive hero didn’t even notice him. Instead, he walked through the living room and
down the hallway. “Deku! Stop him!” Kirishima called out.

Izuku didn’t know what the hell was going on but he scrambled to his feet and rushed after
the man he loved. “Kachan! I-I'm okay! The babies are safe! Y-You did it!”

“Gotta finish the job...”

Oh.

Oh.

Izuku swiftly ducked under his swollen arm and slammed his shoulder into the man’s chest.
“Handsome! You did it! You won! Do you hear me?!” Katsuki kept trying to walk no matter
how hard he pushed on his chest. If words won’t work then—he raised his scarred hand and
bitch slapped the shit out of his husband.

“Fuck!” Katsuki groaned but it wasn’t his face he was groaning about. It was his swollen
arm. “Damn it!”

“Cupcake…” he sniffled. “L-Let’s get you to a medic.”

The blonde blinked down at him. “I thought… Ei was taking me…”

Izuku huffed as he dropped his forehead to the man’s chest. “I think you blacked out or
something.”

“You okay? I was fucking worried—”

“Nothing Hound Dog and some snuggles from the babies can’t fix.” Lying out his ass
probably wasn’t the brightest idea but hey. If it got his husband out of solider mode and into a
bus. He’ll use it.
Izuku took his bad arm in his hands and lead the way through the house. As the two of them
stepped out onto the small porch… the sun was already peeking through the clouds.

That day… the sun shined brighter than ever.

Izuku was finally free… all thanks to his man.

 Chapter 51
Chapter Notes
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Four years later

“Daddy!” Izuku swiveled around in his chair and found his beautiful family. It’s been a long
but good four years since that night of terror. Four amazing years.

“Princess!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes with a scuff, “What if that one’s a girl? Then you can’t call Aiya
princess anymore.”

Izuku glanced down at his round belly. Eight months done and one to go. “It’s a boy. I know
it.” His sweet five year old wrapped her small arms around his belly, smashing her face into
the baby. “Careful.” He warned lightly. If she head butted him too hard, he’d probably pee his
pants.

Kota was now ten and currently in the “I hate you” stage of life. That boy only wanted to
hang out with Eri or his dad. Izuku had to learn to let his baby boy do his own thing. It was
hard and he cried a lot, but Katsuki and Aiya were there to keep him busy.

“Kota is spending the night with a friend from school.” Izuku lifted his head and pinned him
with a death glare. Why did his husband like to do this to him? “Met the parents. Seem nice.”

“Nice? Really?! You let our little man—”

Katsuki chuckled. “He ain’t little no more and the kid looked nice. Kota was excited.”

That’s why Kota was blowing him off this last week… Katsuki and him planned this
perfectly. “You asshole.”

“Throwing out them big boy words aren’t we?” His husband smirked. “You need to let the
boy fly.”

Izuku gave an eye roll of his own. “I love my babies.” Yeah, sure. He could let his little baby
leave the nest but who would take care of him.

“Too much. Let Kota have a good time with a boy his age, baby cakes. He’s got his phone
and knows what to do when shit goes down.” If he wasn’t so exhausted, he would have
fought the guy.

Aiya giggles happily as the baby kicks her lips. “I want the baby out daddy! It’s time to
play!”
To say Aiya was excited about being a big sister was a complete understatement. That little
girl wanted the baby out of his belly the minute she felt the baby kick. Play time. Kota still
played with his sister and was still the best big brother. It’s just... Kota grew up and spent a
lot more time with friends.

Probably cause he didn’t have many growing up.

Izuku smiled sweetly down at his little girl. “Not yet. Soon.” Aiya giggled happily, poking his
belly until the baby kicked her. “Any who. What are you two doing here? I still have two
more hours of work.”

The last few months, the commission had him up on a different hero... because they were
worse than Katsuki and Endeavor combine. This guy was an asshole. Thank god for the mute
button.

“Aiya wanted to bring you and the baby some snacks.” Katsuki smiled fondly down at him.
“And I missed you.”

“It’s just two hours, handsome.” But he was hungry so he wasn’t about to turn away free
snacks. Carefully, he picked up Aiya and placed her cute butt on his desk. She loved to come
to work with him. Izuku even made a small blanket nest under his desk for her because all
she wanted to do was color and be next to him. “What snacks you bring me?”

Aiya held out her hands to Katsuki who placed a container in her hands. “Papa made cake!”

“Cake?!” Izuku gasped loudly. “It has to be chocolate, sweet pea.”

Aiya popped the lid on the container. Chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting. Katsuki
said it was nasty but he didn’t care. Cake was his best friend with this baby. “Papa! Fork!”
she demanded cutely. Neither of them could say no to this cutie.

“Damn, she’s just as bossy as you.” Katsuki teased with a smirk.

Izuku rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up his nose. “We have to be, right princess?”
Aiya nodded firmly, stabbing the cake with her fork. “She’s also deadly.”

“Yo! Are you even fucking working?! I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes! Useless
fucking dispatch!”

The greenette let out a sigh, “Ya know, I thought you were bad back in the day but this idiot
takes the cake. I’m shocked he’s still a hero.”

“Can’t whip him into shape?” Katsuki’s words were light and that didn’t match the look in
his eyes. “What’s he saying?”

“Nothing, darling. I got it.”

“Hello!? Useless fucking freak!? I need a—” Izuku yelped when the headset was gently
taken off his head.
“Are you fucking calling my husband useless?!” Katsuki growled.

Aiya stared up at her papa in awe. She was turned away by his brash, booming voice. Nope.
She loved it. “Papa’s amazing, daddy!”

Izuku lightly took the fork, bringing a piece of cake to her lips. “I think you are his number
one fan, princess.”

“I wanna be like papa when I’m older.” Aiya smiled brightly. “I wanna go boom!”

He kept the smile on his lips as his husband bitched the guy out and his daughter was
munching on her bite of cake. The thing was... Aiya didn’t get a quirk. They both promised to
help her become a hero no matter what—quirk or not. Izuku still had the sinking pit of worry.
Being quirkless was hard. Painfully. Nothing was fair.

His princess was too pure and sweet to be quirkless.

Izuku popped a huge bite of cake into his mouth. Why did it have to be like that? Why did he
have to be quirkless? If the world didn’t want him to be a hero. Fine. But to take it out on his
babies—

“You done?” Katsuki set the headset on the desk. “I can hear those gears turning.”

Aiya accepted another bite of cake happily into her mouth. “I just wish...” Katsuki already
knew what he was talking about without the words.

“She’s still got time, baby. Aizawa didn’t get his until seven.”

“We sho—”

Katsuki flicked his forehead. “Stop it. She’s fucking perfect.” It wasn’t that she wasn’t
perfect, it was the world that would see her as nothing more than a useless freak. “Deku...”

Izuku huffed, “Am I not allowed to worry about our children? You aren’t worried about our
children?”

“I ain’t no worry wart like you, baby cakes. I’m the calm and collected out of the two of us.”

“Says the way that made a little kid cry the other day.” He deadpanned.

“That brat touched my princess!” And there it was. The papa bear was coming out. “No one
touches my sweet little angel.” Katsuki smiled down at Aiya who smiled back brighter.
“She’s perfect just the way she is.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The dispatcher glanced over his screens with a sigh. “I’m hoping he quits. This hero just
wants to go out and cause trouble.”

Katsuki snorted, “He’s coming to shadow me tomorrow. I’ll show him the GZ boot camp.”
“Thank god I start maternity leave.” He wanted to work right up until the baby was ready, but
Katsuki had a few rules with his pregnancy. No recklessness. No nothing. He was in charge
of growing a baby. That’s it. “I can snuggle my sweet pea for the next few weeks until our
littlest prince arrives.”

“It could be a little princess.”

“Prince!”

“Princess!”

Aiya giggled. “I wanna prince papa!” The blonde glared down at the girl playfully.
“Pwease!” Izuku smiled. He couldn’t ask for a better life.

“Dad... he’s ugly.”

Izuku tried to reach over and smack his son but he jumped back with a smirk. “He’s perfect
you little poop.”

Kota rolled his eyes, peering down at the tiny baby. “He has wrinkles.” This boy was going to
make him want to strangle him. “But... I like the green hair is... cute.”

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby.” Izuku smiled down at the sleeping baby. “He had a tough ride
getting here. Wrinkles are fine.”

“Pops is going to be pissed he wasn’t here.” Kota wasn’t wrong. The baby decided that he
wanted to come the minute Katsuki was out on a mission in Toyko. When the baby wants to
come, there’s no stopping him.

Izuku gently ran his thumb over the baby’s smooth cheek. He had Katsuki smooth flawless
skin and his green hair. Izuku could take bets that his son had green eyes. “Do you want to
name him?”

“Can I give him a stupid name?” Kota teased.

“No, you butthole!” Izuku shot him a glare. “A serious name, Kota.”

The dark haired boy stared down at his baby brother. Katsuki and him couldn’t pick a name
that would fit so if the baby was born and still no name came to mind, Kota would be in
charge of it. “Are you sure, dad?”

Izuku smiled up at his first baby. “Yes, little man.”

“Izumi.” Kota whispered to the baby. “After you and grandma.”

“And after you, baby.” Izuku whispered. “You may have hated it, but it will still be a part of
you.” Kota nodded a little before ducking his eyes behind the bill of his red hat. “So... how
are things with Eri?”
“Daaad!” He groaned.

“What?! I’m allowed to ask my son about his cute crush!” Izuku laughed. “We should invite
her over for dinner!”

“Dad! No!”

“Sweetheart, leave the kid alone.” Izuku looked over at the door to find his loving husband.
“I see this one couldn’t wait for me to get back.”

Izuku sighed dramatically. “I told you, us Midoriya’s wait for no one.”

“I feel like that’s a life motto you shouldn’t fucking have.” Katsuki dropped his duffel bag by
the door and crossed the room. “I see this one really takes after you... probably with your
crybaby genes too.” Izuku carefully passed the sleeping baby into the blonde’s arm. “Name?”

“Izumi, after three different people.” Izuku smiled tiredly. Pretty sure his mama was rolling
over in her grave with joy. Another grandbaby and this one named after her... wonder if he’ll
get her quirk. Any quirk besides fire or explosions.

“Daddy!” Aiya ran inside the room squealing. “Daddy! My baby is here!”

Izuku opened his mouth but a small explosion popped through the air followed by the smell
of something burning. Kota quickly sprayed water from his fingertips to the burning blanket
next to his thigh.

Fuck.

“Champ!” Hisashi skidded to a spot. “Oh...” He cringed. “I guess uh she showed you.”

“I go boom like papa, daddy!” She lifted her bright red hands to which Kota sprayed more
water her way. “Heeey!”

Katsuki smirked over at him. “She did say she wanted to be just like me?” Izuku gave him a
dry look as he lifted his princess onto the bed.

“I don’t think we need another Katsuki Bakugo in the world.” Izuku smiled and kissed the
little hands. “Grandpa and papa will have so much fun training your quirk, baby girl.” Both
the men groaned loudly at the thought.

“Don’t worry, dad, you’ll just train me to answer the phone.” Kota whispered.

Izuku hummed happily.

Everything was perfect.

Even with a little boom here and there.

“I love you, baby cakes.”

 “I love you too, handsome.”

Katsuki pressed the lightest kiss to his lips sealing the unspoken deal. The forever promise to
love each other no matter what.

The End.

Chapter End Notes

It's offically over. Sorry for the long wait!

I love this fic and once again I'm sad to see it end. Thanks for all the love and support.

Maybe I'll be back around Halloween! If not, have an amazing spooky, kinktober!

RG out. 👑
 Chapter 52
Chapter Summary

The final farewell

Chapter Notes

Stand and Fight by Marianas Trench.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Thirteen years later

How in the flying fuck did he do this every damn day?

He sighed, rubbing his temples, trying to rid the headache from taking over. Maybe he should
have called in sick. At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with—

“Fucking asswipe! I’m talkin’ to you!”

Another sigh slipped his lips as he dropped his head back to rest against his chair. This guy
was an asshole on a good day—at fucking best.

“There’s no sleeping on the job.” Slowly, he peeled one lid back to find bright emerald eyes
laughing at him. “Come on, Kota, I wouldn’t have given you... that one if I didn’t think you
could handle it.”

Kota lifted his finger, flipping his dad off with a smirk. “You must not love me anymore.”

Izuku laughed, rolling his eyes, “I love you baby.” Kota tried—and failed—not to smile as
those soft scarred fingers ran through his dark hair. “Do you need a break? I can step in.”

“That’s not your job anymore.”

Izuku shrugged a shoulder, “I may be the head in the building, but I will always step up when
someone needs to step away.” Kota couldn’t believe how fucking amazing his dad truly was.
Yeah, pops was still the number one hero but his dad would always hold the spot as his hero.
“I’m giving you Ground Zero.”

Kota groaned loudly, dropping his head to the desk dramatically. “Dad! That’s the same
thing!”
“He’ll be nice to you!” Izuku laughed. Kota could hear the few taps on the tablet before the
asshole disappeared from his ear. “Listen here, punk, I don’t care if you're bored...” Izuku’s
voice faded away as he headed off to his office to handle that asshole.

It’s been a long few years, well over ten since shit hit the fan.

Aiya just graduated from UA at the top of her class. Her quirk was just like pop but also
completely different. Yeah, she made explosions from her palms—which had the fucking joy
of putting out for years before grandpa helped her get it under control with pops. She could
make bombs that she can literally throw. Dad thinks its grandpa’s quirk mixed with pops. He
breathed fire but she makes fireballs with her hands.

And when she’s pissed, she throws them through the damn wall.

Izumi was quirkless and fucking thrilled. That boy was a quiet little bookworm that wanted
nothing to do with heroes. He loved them but Kota knew the worry was what got him.
Aizawa suggested support after he fixed pops’s gauntlet but he shook his head and went to
his room.

Everyone in the family was worried about him. He just seemed so depressed. It’s hard to
believe that he’s Izuku’s and Katsuki’s kid. Izuku is so bright and Katsuki so loud. No one
really believes it.

Kota walked into the kitchen late one night, thirsty. All he wanted was a glass of water, but
the quiet whispers made him stop at the end of the hall.

“Everyone thinks I’m a weirdo.” Izumi mumbled.

Izuku let out a quiet laugh, “We are, baby boy but it’s okay.” Kota peeked around the corner
and found the two sitting on the back porch under the stars. “All that matters is that you
know we love you no matter what.” Izumi hummed. That was his reply to anything. Small
hums or grunts if he was annoyed. Izuku hummed right back. “Being quirkless or quiet or
wanting to be alone isn’t a bad thing, Izu. Uncle Toshi is the same way. He’d rather be
drinking coffee in his living room in silence like a weirdo than hang out.

“It’s okay.” Kota smiled a little. He knew his dad was smiling down on his brother. “I’m
going to tell you the same thing I told your brother. You be who you want to be and fuck the
rest.”

“Father didn’t say that?” Izumi whispered softly.

“I do cuss!” Izuku gasped.

“Not a lot.”

“I use it for dramatic moments unlike your father who uses it because he’s a man child with a
small vocabulary.” Izuku paused. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

Kota almost missed the small laugh from his brother. “Father would be mad.” Izumi nuzzled
his way into Izuku’s side, wrapping his thin arms around his waist. “Would Father be upset if
I didn’t do anything with heroes?”

Right then, he wanted to stomp out there and shake his brother. Pops and dad didn’t give a
shit about what they did with their lives. He took a step— “You want to paint, don’t you,
sweet boy?”

Somehow, his dad always knew.

Always.

“Great. Now I’m stuck with your ass?”

Kota blinked up at the ceiling, the memory fading away as quick as it came. “Hello Father.”
Katsuki groaned loudly in his ear.

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Izumi does.” he retorted.

Katsuki scuffed, “I tried back when he started the father shit. Some reason I got Father,” He
lowered his tone as he spoke the word. “and your dad got daddy. Fucked up.”

Kota laughed a little. “Izumi is just serious.”

“Yeah, ain’t that the truth.” Katsuki grumbled. He knew that Katsuki didn’t give a shit about
being called father, it’s more of his and Izumi’s relationship. Izumi goes to dad, uncle Toshi
or Zawa before he goes to Katsuki. Aiya is a straight up papa’s girl.

“Dad has the same feelings about you and Aiya sometimes.” Kota said, “You’re also just
really fucking loud.”

“Okay, asshole, I’ll remember that when you want something from me.” Katsuki’s word held
no heat and he knew that his dad would get him to cave if anything did come up. “Don’t tell
your dad but I’m going to retire this year.”

Now that fucking shocked him.

Kota stared at the rainbow keyboard in front of him. A welcome gift from his dad.
“Seriously?” he whispered.

Katsuki grunted, “I’m getting too old for this shit, kid.”

“You’re not even forty, pops.”

“I know.” Katsuki said softly. “But I worry your dad so fucking much. Plus, most of the idiots
are either retiring or retired.” True. Kirishima was the first to go when Denki was forced to
step down. He had a little bit of memory issues, and his eyes weren’t the greatest from frying
his brain all the time. Mina stepped down soon after. Sero and Todoroki decided to retire
together to travel the world.
Pops was really the only one left.

“What about Aiya?” Kota rubbed the tips of his fingers together, careful to keep the small
drips of water off his desk. Fuck he was nervous, and he wasn’t the one retiring or anything.

“She’s taking over the agency.” Katsuki started, “I have a few heroes that will guide her to
the top.” Another pause. “I’ve taught her everything I can, Kota, she’s got to fly now.”

Kota swallowed thickly. “What if I’m not ready for you to retire?” That deep feeling he’s
kept bottled up was starting to creep back in his chest against his will.

Katsuki huffed, “I’ll still protect your dad, son.”

“I don’t need protecting.” Izuku interrupted. Scarred hands gently landed on his shoulders,
squeezing them. “I’m pretty sure I’ve fought a villain or two in my day.”

A loud snort hit both of their ears. “Okay, baby cakes, I’ll give you that one but who the fuck
saved you.”

Izuku smiled, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I had it all under control, sugar tits. You
just kept getting in my way.”

“Yeah, that’s what it was.”

Kota leaned back against Izuku’s chest, pulling his arms to wrap him in a warm hug. “Dad’s
retiring.”

“Seriously?!” Katsuki growled.

“I know.” Izuku whispered against his dark hair. The hat he got back when he was four no
longer fit but it sat on his dresser as one of his most prized possessions. “I knew the day was
coming.” And like always, the tears hit his head as his dad tried to hide it. “Who will I bitch
at all day?”

“You just love my fucking charm, sweetheart, don’t lie.” Katsuki chuckled lightly. Or maybe
it sounded more like he choked on the tears in his throat. “We’ll be okay, squirt.”

Kota gripped the arms under his hands tightly. It was such a bittersweet bullshit moment. He
didn’t want Katsuki to retire but he didn’t want to see him dead on the battlefield. “I know...”

Izuku squeezed him tighter, burying his face in his slightly damp hair. “What day?” he
whispered.

Katsuki went so quiet he swore the line went dead. Kota glanced over to see the purple light,
still bright as ever. “Today.”

“Today?”

“Today.”
Kota felt slight burning behind his eyes. “It was an honor to be your dispatcher, Ground
Zero.” Izuku sniffled and went to pull away, but he kept a tight grip with one hand as the
other tapped a few keys on the keyboard. Suddenly it hit him. The family BBQ tonight. Pops
made everyone swear to show up because... he was going to break the news.

Kota’s eyes fell on the time. It was only a few minutes before the end... the end of Ground
Zero’s last shift.

“Dad, you got to sign him off.” Izuku shook his head slightly. “Yup, come on, dad, this is
your hero.”

Izuku inhaled deeply before straightening his spine and pressing the blue button that patched
him into every hero’s comms. “Alright everyone,” Kota gripped his hand tightly as tears
began to fall behind the black frames. “This is Deku, your friendly neighborhood dispatcher.”
An emerald sea landed on the screen staring at the familiar setting. “I have an important
announcement to make.”

The room around them fell silent and knew that every hero in the city was now listening.
Kota was shocked that even through the tears streaming down his dad’s cheeks, his voice was
clear. “Tonight, we mark the end of an era,” He continued. “Ground Zero—Katsuki Bakugo
—will be signing off from active duty for the last time. After years of service, victories and
protecting this city with everything’s he’s got, he decided it’s time to retire.”

Kota blinked at the gasps that echoed through the comms. Katsuki’s reputation was as fierce
as it was respected. To imagine the city without its explosive protector was a hard reality to
grasp.

Izuku’s fingers trembled as he took his finger off the bright blue button. “Kachan...” he
whispered wetly. “the floor is yours.”

“Tch. Fine.” Katsuki grumbled, though he knew his pops better than that. “I ain’t one for
sappy ass speeches,” he began, “but... I’m done. I’ve been at this for years, giving my all,
blowing up crap and saving your sorry asses when you needed it.

“But... I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is...” Kota couldn’t stop the tears from falling and knew
that Katsuki had some to match. “it’s been a hell of a ride. I ain’t got regrets. And I know you
all will keep this place in line when I’m gone.” Izuku whimpered slightly, biting down on his
lip to hold in the sob. Kota stood from his chair and crushed his dad to his chest.

Heroes from all around the city spoke. A lot of thank yous and good lucks and you deserve it.
Katsuki scuffed, “Yeah, yeah, enough with the mushy crap.” Katsuki said warmly, “Just
remember, if I catch any of you slackin’ off, I’ll come back just to kick your asses.”

A chorus of laughers and shouts of agreement filled the comms. This was his way of saying
goodbye, not as a hero leaving behind a legacy but as a comrade reminding them all to keep
fighting.

Izuku inhaled a deep, calming breath. “And with that, dollface, I’m signing you off for the
final time.” Kota watched a smile pull on his dad’s trembling lips. “Thank you for your
 service, and may your retirement be as explosive as your career.”

“With you, sweetheart, anything is possible.” Katsuki whispered and the light on the switch
board slowly faded to black.

Izuku pulled the headset from his ear and turned to him, grasping his cheeks softly. “One day
this will be me, and I hope it’s you take my place, baby.” Izuku smiled through the tears and
bumped his forehead into his. “Don’t forget to stand and fight, Kota.”

“Got it, dad.” His heart didn’t ache with sadness. It was filled with hope and courage from
Katsuki’s long line of work. No one would be as good as Ground Zero, but he knew there
were others out there that would be close.

The headset in his ear beep from an incoming call. He plopped down his chair, taking a deep
breath of his own. Tapping the blinking button, he rested his fingers on the keys. “119, what
is your emergency?”

“There’s a villain in the city square!”

“Sending a hero and medical out your way.” Kota’s fingers moved rapidly over the keys
before switching to the nearest hero. “Ember, you’re needed in city square.” Izuku pressed a
soft kiss to his head and a final firm squeeze to his shoulder before making his leave.

“You got it, bro!” Aiya giggled, an explosion ringing through the comms between them.

“Gonna take Pops's place?”

“Same as you with dad, Ko.”

It was the end of an era but also the start of a new one where they followed in the footsteps of
great heroes only to become better ones.

The End.

Chapter End Notes

I know, I know I said I was done but 911 got me in a choke hold and always brings me
back to these two. I feel like I can officially say this fic is over. Did I cry during this
chapter? Fuck yes. It hurt so good lol.

As Izuku said... signing off Baby Cakes for (probably 😅) the last time. 🫡
RG 👑
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