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Katsuki was not happy. He was bored, he was irritated, he was upset, and he was annoyed. None of those things were by any means unusual, but did he care about that? Nope. Didn’t give a single frick.
His mom was taking forever!
The dang hag.
She always did this, she always dragged him out to go shopping, then she goes into these lame stores with nothing but clothes and doesn’t even pay any attention to him. He could probably leave, walk right out, and her not notice at all.
Yet, she wouldn’t just not take him!
Katsuki looked around, scowling to himself as he kicked his sneaker against the tiles. The store was small, just like all the stores in this part of town, and the glass doors had a view of the tiny park across the street.
Kids were running around, most older than Katsuki was, if only by a few months. The blonde had only just turned three after all, only a year away from getting his quirk so he could start on his path to being the world’s greatest Hero! Even better than All Might!
. . . What was he doing again?
Oh, yeah.
Park.
Red eyes glared through the glass, mentally giving names to each of the brats he saw running around.
Though, one brat wasn’t running around. No, they were sat down by what looked like their mother’s feet, eating . . . yeah, they were eating the grass in chubby fistfuls. The kid had curly green hair, darker than the grass but no less vibrant. Two . . . things flopped around the mess of hair. They looked like, Katsuki squinted, leaning against the window, ears . . .
The kid had bunny ears.
The bunny grabbed another fistful of grass, smiling as their big green eyes took in the other kids. The mother was reading, absentmindedly reaching down to pat the bunny’s head.
Now, Katsuki was not good at . . . Feelings . . . But, gosh, did he feel something right then. Looking at those chubby cheeks, big eyes, and twitching ears, he definitely felt something.
However, as mentioned, he was a three year-old who didn’t really know how to explain his emotions.
So . . . Well, he stomped up to his mother and pulled on her shirt. “Want!” His mom swatted his hand away, ignoring him as she kept looking through the pants on the rack in front of her. But, if there was one thing Katsuki was, it was stubborn.
He pulled harder.
“What do you want, Brat?” Mitsuki grumbled, turning to him with a frown.
“Want!” The boy shoved his hand out to the door, pointing towards the green bunny. His mother was obviously stupid, because she didn’t get it.
Mitsuki sighed, “I’ll take you to the park in a minute, I have to finish up here.” She went to ruffle the blonde spikes that matched hers so much, missings as Katsuki ducked out of the way and started tugging on her wrist.
“No, Hag.” He tried to hiss, looking as intimidating as any three year-old could ever be. So, not very. “Want!”
“Use your words goddamnit, I can’t tell what you want!” Mitsuki snapped, flicking her son in the forehead. “What is it you want?”
Katsuki huffed, pulling his mother to the window then pointing out to the bench where the bunny was located. “Want! Want bunny!” His mother squinted at where his tiny finger pointed, taking in the sight of the mother and child.
The mother wore a soft pink sweater, pencil skirt very neat as she looked up from her book down to her child. Said child had a handful of grass, about to chomp down on the green stuff, and if the dirt sprinkled over his pastel green overalls was anything to go by, it was not the first handful. Gasping, the woman took hold of her child’s wrist, trying to get them to drop the grass.
Certainly adorable.
Especially the kid, with the bunny ears that stood up as the mother told them not to eat anymore grass.
Now, why would Mitsuki’s kid want anything to do with them? Her son had stated, many times, his aversion to anything cutesy.
“You can’t just have the kid. They’ve got a mom, look. Meaning, we can’t just up and grab them. They aren’t an actual bunny, Brat. It’s just the kid’s quirk.” Must have been a mutation the kid was born with. Cute.
“Want!” Katsuki stomped.
“Look,” Mitsuki kneeled down. “You can’t have the kid. People don’t work like that.”
“Don’t care!” He was verging on tantrum territory. “Want bunny!”
People in the store had started to notice, Mitsuki bit her lip as she shook her head and scooped up her increasingly aggravated child. As she tried to leave with him in her arms, he thrashed and cried out more, upping his volume, tossing from side to side.
Mitsuki let out a string of curses before grabbing the thrashing toddler and leaving the store. She promised him the spanking of his life and a list of punishments if he didn’t cut his crap, but that only made her brat scream louder. In fact, his tantrum was so loud that it caught the attention of a few of the park occupants, including the bunny toddler and their mother.
It must have frightened the bunny, because their eyes welled up with rivers of tears and they were scooped up to be comforted in their mother’s arms. Mitsuki didn’t notice, too busy dealing with her son as headed towards her car.
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It took the rest of the day to calm down Katsuki’s tantrum, and five additional days for her son to talk to her again, sans the; “I HATE YOU!” that came out his mouth every so often. Even after he was still moodier than usual. This was by far the biggest tantrum her son had ever thrown, which was saying something, so she didn’t object much when her husband made a stuffed rabbit for Katsuki two weeks later.
Of course Katsuki protested against it, calling the stuffed animal “stupid,” “ugly,” and that he was a “big boy.” That didn’t stop the little boy from keeping it, or falling asleep with the plush even when tried to hide it under his covers.
While the gift did help cheer Katsuki up, it held no candle to what Katsuki really wanted. Ever since that fated encounter, the little blonde subconsciously kept a lookout for his green bunny, hoping to one day find them again.
Katsuki never does though, until four years later.