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So this wasn’t exactly in the plan, it wasn’t like Izuku meant to forget to buy so many things but he was anxious. Anxious because they were hosting in a new house, with a new edition to host with.
Asami .
Asami — or Asacchan if you were Izuku — was the four year old Katsuki and Izuku adopted after they had moved into their new house. When they adopted her, she was just on the brink of turning two. So, a little over two years later, here they were.
However, every other Sunday, both the Midoriya family and the Katsukifamily came together to have one big meal. And normally they alternated houses that they did it at, Izuku and Katsuki had hosted before, but not since they had Asami.
And yeah, shit like that made Izuku nervous.
That lead to Katsuki and Asami heading to the store to pick up some last minute things Izuku has forgotten for the meal. Which was fine, or it would be fine, if Asami wasn’t stuck in a tantrum from not being ‘allowed to make food’ with Izuku.
Typically, Asami worshiped the ground Izuku walked on and that’s not to say she didn’t like Katsuki — far from it — but since they had such a similar temperament, she found that she enjoyed being coddled and calmed in a way only Izuku could. Katsuki just didn’t have it in him most of the time.
“I don’t want to go to the store,” Asami whined from the backseat as Katsuki was periodically checking the rear view mirror. “I wanna stay home with Daddy.”
“You know he’s busy, he couldn’t pay attention to you, besides, we’ll have plenty of fun at the store and when we get back, your grandparents will all be there.” Katsuki tried to reassure her. “It’ll be fun, Asami.”
“Bleh,” Asami responded and folded her arms. It resulted in a glare she couldn’t see, but Katsuki didn’t care either way.
“Don’t be like that, or I’ll tell Daddy you’re misbehaving.” Katsuki said in a low tone.
“I’ll tell Daddy you’re being bad.”
“Who do you think he’s gonna believe?”
“Me, cause he loves me.”
“He loves me too, Asami.”
“I can’t believe how mean you are to me,” Asami whined. “I wanted to cook with Daddy, you know he can’t do it on his own.”
Katsuki wished he didn’t laugh at this, but it did entertain him. Izuku wasn’t nearly as good at cooking at Katsuki was, and normally needed extra help, so he couldn’t say Asami was wrong. “You can still cook some stuff when we get back, he forgot some of the stuff he needs.”
“Okay,” Asami sighed. “Dacchan?”
“Hm?” Katsuki hummed. ‘Dacchan’ was what Asami learned Katsuki’s name as very early on. It was a combination of calling him ‘Kacchan’ which she heard from Izuku, and daddy. It was fine, since her calling both of them ‘daddy’ could have been problematic.
“Can we get the stuff to make cupcakes at the store?”
“Asami I think Daddy has a desert already.”
“Yeah but it’s always the stuff grandma likes and it’s icky,” Asami wrinkled her nose and Katsuki chuckled at it.
Grandma and grandpa were both of Katsuki’s parents. Grammie and Grampie were Izuku’s.
“Grandma has some pretty nasty tastes, huh?” Katsuki taunted.
“Yeah! Whenever we go to her house everything is so bad.” Asami whined.
“I lived with it Asami!” Katsuki answered. “At least when I was in hero training I didn’t have to eat her slop.”
“Do you think my quirk will be good?” Asami asked.
While Katsuki and Izuku both had quirks themselves, there was no way that Asami’s could be connected to either of theirs — unless of course, Asami became Izuku’s successor, in which, she would have One for All. What they knew about her birth parents was that her mother had a quirk that allowed for her sing people to sleep. It was part of the reason why Asami had been removed from her parents’ home in the first place — she spent almost the entire first two years of her life sleeping and it left her weak and malnourished. While it could be problematic for Asami to have a quirk like that, they were still holding onto the idea that she could have the mystery quirk that belonged to her father.
Even though a lot of people — particularly news outlets — said it could be very problematic for two heroes to have a child, it actually ended up pretty well. Since Izuku knew so much when it came to repairing his own body and being careful with it, and Katsuki had figured out how to strengthen his muscles to endure the kicks that came from his blasts, they were a pretty good duo to help Asami get stronger. The two also stepped back from their positions at the top two heroes, they spent less time working and more time with Asami, which was fine between both of them.
They were always the number one heroes to Asami, and after all, did anything besides that really matter?
“Well Asami,” Katsuki spoke. “From what I know, you should have a pretty good quirk.”
“What if I don’t have one?” Her voice came quiet, almost afraid of the idea of being so abnormal as to not have one at all.
“Daddy didn’t have a quirk,” Katsuki said and this made Asami’s eyes widen up.
“Really?”
“Yeah, he didn’t have one until he was fifteen or so, and even still he didn’t get it in the normal way. So I wouldn’t really worry,” Katsuki spoke and Asami smiled.
“Okay,” She hummed. “Well if Daddy didn’t have one, I don’t want one.”
“He has one now, Asami,”
“Is that how he fights bad guys?”
“Yes.”
“I wanna fight bad guys!”
Katsuki sighed. “You can do whatever you want,”
It was always the same, whatever Izuku liked, whatever Izuku did, whatever Izuku had, Asami wanted it all the same. So she choked down that katsudon like she loved it, even though she hated it. She watched action movies that she got bored during because she actually really liked the movies about the princesses. She wore those stupid red sneakers she couldn’t tie even though she really liked the color blue, not red.
The reality of the situation was Asami had very little in common with Izuku; that didn’t stop her though. Not at all.
“Alright, we’re here.” Katsuki said as he turned the car off. “No lingering around, Asami, in and out.”
“Yep!” Asami answered as she failed to pull off the buckles of her car seat. When Katsuki opened the door up, he watched her struggle before pushing her hands away and doing it himself. Lifting her up and adjusting the flowy pink dress she was wearing, before grabbing hold of her hand and walking towards the store.
“Do you want to walk or sit in the cart?”
“I’m a big girl, I can walk!” Asami smiled wide and Katsukiknew that meant after a few minutes she would ask to sit up in the cart.
“Don’t go running off then,” Katsuki instructed. The girl nodded and held onto the side of the cart as they walked through the store, picking up foodstuffs before they rounded a corner and Asami could see the toys in the distance.
“Dacchan, Dacchan!” Asami chanted as she pulled on Bakugou’s sleeve. “Let’s go look at the toys!”
“What? Asami don’t you have enough toys?” Katsuki sighed. “We don’t need more of them, and besides, we’re on a time crunch.”
“No fair! I have to come do your dumb stuff! I want to go look at the toys!”
“I told you no Asami, we’re here for things that Daddy asked for and that is it.”
“Daddy would let me go look at them!”
“I am not Daddy!” Katsuki snapped at the girl and picked her up and placed her in the cart. “We aren’t here to mess around, stop being a brat, Asami!”
“You’re so mean! I hate going places with you!” Asami huffed and folded her arms, Katsuki glared at her, but she didn’t seem to pick up on how scary Bakugou’s looks could be. “I hate you..” It was a underhanded comment but it made Bakugou’s eyes widen up, and even those around them who heard the comment seemed to look at Katsuki with a sad expression.
“W-What did you just say?” Katsuki asked and Asami shook her head. Not willing to say it again because Katsuki wasn’t supposed to hear it in the first place.
Katsuki took a deep breath, and reached out for the shelf, dropping a box in the cart. “Do you want to see the deserts, Asami?”
“No, I want to leave.” Asami pouted and Katsuki nodded his head, continuing to push the cart towards the front of the store. He knew that Asami really did want to get a desert, but he didn’t feel like pushing it out of her. If she wanted to be pouty and not get what she wanted, then that was that.
Sometimes Asami got huffy, and it reminded Katsuki of himself, but she had never once said she had hated him, and Katsuki knew she didn’t mean it. But it didn’t make it sting any less to hear his daughter say that.
They went through the checkout line, and the car ride home was oddly silent. “Are you going to tell Daddy?”
“Tell him what?” Katsuki’s voice came very monotone.
“That I was bad in the store,” Asami mumbled and Katsuki sighed.
“No, I’m not gonna say anything.”
“Okay,” Asami replied. He was really thinking that she was going to apologize or something, but it never came. When they got to the house, Katsuki told the girl just to head inside, she didn’t need to help with the groceries. Instead, he carried all the bags in himself, and set them on the kitchen counter. He could hear Izuku and Asami laughing in the other room and it made him squeeze his eyes shut and try to force it out.
He put the things where they went in the kitchen before Izuku came back in, smiling as he walked up to Katsuki. “Welcome home, Kacchan.” He planted a kiss on his cheek and noticed how very still Katsuki seemed. “Is.. everything okay?”
“Yeah, fucking fine,” Katsuki said quietly as he balled up the bags and shoved the in a drawer for future use. Izuku insisted on it being better that they reuse them for things.
“You’re lying,” Izuku sighed. “Are you nervous?”
“No, I don’t give a damn what our parents have to say.”
“Well then, what is it?” Izuku asked, he snaked his arms around Katsuki’s waist and pressed a kiss to his temple. “What’s the matter?”
Katsuki let out a sigh, he knew that he would have to say something eventually. Izuku would only push and push until he got exactly what he wanted out of him. “Am I.. doing something wrong?”
“Huh?”
“I feel like I’m failing as a parent.” Katsuki admitted and it made Izuku’s eyes widen up.
“What? Why? Did something happen at the store?”
“Asami said she hates me,” Katsuki said, his voice quiet and seemingly worn down. “She always talks about how much she loves you, and how much she wants to be just like you. It’s always ‘well Daddy would let me’ and ‘Daddy has this.’ She doesn’t care what I have to say about anything but I’m always the bad guy. No matter what I do, I’m always the bad guy!”
“Katsuki,” Izuku sighed. “It’s not like that, she doesn’t mean it. You know that.”
“Okay but to hear that your daughter fucking hates you doesn’t feel good!” Katsuki shouted and it made Asami perk up the room over. “Fuck! I’m doing something wrong, Izuku! And I don’t fucking know what it is! How could I be so awful enough to make my fucking daughter hate me!”
Asami stood up, heading towards the archway that connected the kitchen to the dining room. She peaked her head around the corner and watched Katsuki grip at the counter and keep his head down as Izuku tried to console him.
His face felt hot and his eyes felt full of tears he just wanted to go away. He hated crying more than anything and he didn’t want this to get the best of him, but damn if it was.
“What did I do wrong?” Katsuki asked and Izuku shook his head.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, Katsuki, it’s not like that I promise.”
“Why am I always the fucking bad guy!? It’s always been this fucking away and apparently when I’m lowered into my grave that’s all that will be left to be said about me!”
“Dacchan..?” Asami’s voice came quiet and the two adults turned to see her standing there, eyes wide like she had no idea what do.
“Asacchan,” Izuku mumbled. “What are you doing, honey?”
“Dacchan why are you yelling?” Asami asked, completely ignoring Izuku and Katsuki froze up. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m not Asami,” Katsuki shook his head. “Go play or something, it’s fine.”
Asami looked at Katsuki with the same sad expression Izuku did. She walked farther into the kitchen, heading over to where Katsuki was gripping the edge of the counter. She pulled on his pant leg and Katsuki let out a sigh as he turned to face her.
“You’re not a bad guy,” Asami said. “You’re a hero.”
Katsuki’s eyes fell closed as he took a deep breath, of course she would see it through the reality of hero-villain. It changed though with Asami’s next words.
“You’re my hero,”
Katsuki’s eyes widened up and he crouched so he was on Asami’s level. “I-I’m sorry that I told you I hate you, I don’t hate you.” She was shaking her head and Katsuki noticed how she looked like she was trying to hold in the tears that made her body tremble. “I love you, Dacchan, I love you!”
Her hands fisted the front of her dress tight as tears strolled down her face. “P-Please don’t be sad, please don’t be sad!”
“Asami,” Katsuki said softly as he pulled the tiny girl closer to him. “Don’t cry, c’mon, it’s okay.”
“I was mean!” Asami shouted. “I didn’t want to make you sad!”
“Hey, hey,” Katsuki cooed, as he lowered the girl’s head onto his shoulder, her arms tight around his neck. He picked her up off the floor as he stood and held onto her. “It’s okay, cupcake, it’s okay. You don’t need to cry, I hate seeing you cry.”
“I’m-I’m sorry,” Asami said before she hiccuped. She raised her head up as Katuski used a hand to wipe her cheeks. “I love you, I don’t hate you, I love you.”
“I love you too,” Katsuki said. “You shouldn’t say mean things to anyone, Asami, not just me. It hurts people’s feelings. If you’re gonna be a big strong hero too, then you can’t hurt people, right?”
“I wanna be a hero like you, Dacchan!” Asami sniffled but smiled wide, pumping both fists into the air. Izuku smiled fondly from his position in the kitchen. He knew that Katsuki had a harder time recognizing how much Asami fawned over him.
It was always the same, whatever Katsuki liked, whatever Katsuki did, whatever Katsuki had, Asami wanted it all the same. So she lavished having the spicy foods, loved how they tasted and even though she couldn’t match up with the same heat Katsuki did, she would try. She would always go hiking with Katsuki, abandoning Izuku in the foreground so they could sneak off the trails and climb up some rocks. When they were messing around, Asami always preteneded that she had Katsuki’s explosion quirk, making the same hand motions that he did, shouting ‘boom,’ every time.
“Ah! We have thirty minutes before mom and dad get here!” Izuku suddenly shouted. “I-I’m no where near done!”
“Relax,” Katsuki shrugged, holding Asami in his arms still as he turned so she could see him.
“Yeah, Daddy, relax!”
“I am relaxed!”
“Mm,” Katsuki turned to face Asami before they both shook their heads. “Come on, Asami and I will set the table and you focus on cooking.”
“Yeah!” Asami cheered. “Let’s get the pretty plates.”
“The square ones?”
“Yeah!”
“Alright,” Katsuki answered as Izuku watched them aimlessly engage in the tasks. He let out a sigh as he kept cooking, Katsuki watched his slow cutting and let out a sigh before pushing him aside. Cutting all of the vegetables within five minutes and pushing it back to Izuku.
When their parents both arrived, Asami showed them around the house. Pulling on Inko’s hand as she walked through the house with them.
“This is where we piss,” she said as she pointed at the toilet.
“Asami what did you just say!?” Izuku shouted from the other room. “Katsuki what did you teach her!?”
“I learned that from you, Daddy,” Asami said and that got a smug grin from Katsuki. “You said you had to piss really bad!”
“Stop saying it!?” Izuku panicked as he ran into the room to see Mitsuki laughing wildly but his own parents looking unamused. “That’s a bad word, Asami!”
“Maybe we need to make her a swear jar.” Katsuki chuckled as he too headed into the room.
“You never put money in the swear jar Dacchan,” Asami said.
Katsuki sighed. “Dammit,” he dug around in his wallet, pulling out several coins and dropping them in Asami’s hand.
“Now we will go see Daddy and Dacchan’s room,” Asami said, continuing to pull on Inko’s hand. “After that, we can look at my room!”
“Did you clean your room, Asami?” Izuku asked.
“..Yes,”
“ All the way clean?”
“Dacchan said it was okay.”
“Katsuki,” Izuku whined. “Why are you like this?”
“Dunno,” Katsuki shrugged with a smug grin. “Good job Asami, you’re doing great sweetie!”
“Woo!” She replied and kept opening doors to show the four inside of all of them, talking about the tiny things. Like one time she found a spider in Izuku’s office and he screamed and Katsuki had to come and kill it.
They all settled for dinner, Asami’s tour was long enough for the food to finish cooking while they were walking around and she insisted that she sit between Izuku and Katsuki. She continuously smiled at both of them, and seemed very content with everything.
They chatted idly, and Asami found solace in finding that Katsuki was just as uninterested as she was. “We should have gotten brownies,” she sighed. “It’s gross desert.”
“Hm,” Katsuki pursed his lips together, leaning down to whisper to Asami. “I can’t get you brownies, because I’d have to drive really far away, but if you can distract Daddy for ten minutes I can get ice cream.”
“Strawberry.”
“Done.” Katsuki leaned back up before putting up his lie. “Oh shit I left something in the car, I’ll be back, don’t serve that.. pie? Is that a pie? Right don’t serve it without me.”
“Don’t be so rude, Katsuki!” Mitsuku snarled at him. “You little brat!”
“Fight me you old hag!” Katsuki responded with the same temperment before shoving off towards the front door.
“Grandma,” Asami spoke up, catching the blonde woman’s attention. “What is a hag?”
“Oh no,” Izuku whispered. “Asami, please .”
“She’s just curious, Izuku,” Inko snickered and got a heavy glare from Mitsuki before it turned into laughter.
“Grammie how is your hair green? It looks like seaweed. Yours does too Daddy, why is my hair not green?” Asami fired off questions like it was her job, she knew how to keep everyone distracted long enough for Katsuki to get exactly what she wanted. “How does Earth work?”
“What is happening..?” Inko mumbled. “Asami I don’t remember you always being so interested in.. everything.”
“She’s just trying to distract you,” Izuku shrugged. “She does it all the time to me when Kacchan and her are up to something. So Asami, what are you and Dacchan up to?”
“Up to?” Asami asked, before she could answer. She let out a whine. “Daddy can you braid my hair? I want it away from me.”
“Asami you know I can’t braid, Dacchan is the only one who can.”
“I want it braided,” Asami whined.
“Come here, Asami, I can braid your hair.” Inko said.
“Daddy has to do it!” She huffed. “Daddy!”
“Asami I can’t braid, I don’t know how!”
“Learn!”
“That’s Katsuki’s daughter if I’ve ever seen,” Mitsuki snickered from the other side of the table. “He was always like this.”
“If we ever adopt another child, I really hope they take after me,” Izuku sighed.
“So they can cry a lot?” Asami asked and Izuku shot her a glare. “You cry a lot Daddy. If we get another one, can they be a boy?”
“Why do you want a younger brother, Asami?” Inko asked.
“So he doesn’t touch my things.” Asami said. She stopped speaking soon after though, sitting up and having a very confused look on her face.
“What’s the matter Asami?” Izuku asked. “Are you alright?”
“I feel funny,” she said quietly.
“Do you need to burp? Maybe go number two?” Izuku offered up. He heard the front door open back up and knew that Katsuki had returned. When he walked into the kitchen, Asami threw her arms up.
“Ice cre —” Asami stopped to hiccup, but when she did, a bubble came out of her mouth. Leaving all the adults stunned as it reflected light as it floated around.
“Is that a bubble?” Katsuki whispered.
“I think so..” Izuku mumbled. “Asami what did you eat? Are you putting soap in your mouth?”
“No, I promise I’m not,” Asami said, smacking her mouth. “That tasted bad. I’m confused.” With her words, she patted her hands to her face but when she did, a splatter came out from underneath them, covering her face and making all the adults gasp.
“What even..?” Katsuki mumbled.
“It got in my eye,” Asami whined. “It stings!”
“Oh no, oh no,” Izuku mumbled as he pulled Asami up and dragged her to the bathroom. Not knowing what it was only made him want to wash it out ten times faster.
“Huh,” Inko chimed in. “You boys didn’t mention she had her quirk so early.”
“She didn’t.” Katsuki whispered and everyone turned to see Katsuki standing with his eyes wide.
“Oh yay! That means she got it!” Mitsuki clapped. “But what is it?”
“It’s soap!” Asami ran out of the bathroom, a pink slimey-looking substance leaning from her hands. “It’s soap, it’s soap!”
“Asami stop running you’re getting soap everywhere and you’re gonna slip and —” Izuku was cut off when he slid on the soap she left on the floor and fell onto the ground.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Katsuki groaned.
“Oh please, when you got your quirk you destroyed my entire house!” Mitsuki snapped at the boy.
“My hands fucking exploded it was cool!”
“Dacchan, Dacchan!” Asami ran over to Katsuki who set the bag down on the table as he looked at her. “I can blow bubbles whenever I want now.”
“That’s great, can you stop leaking soap everywhere?” Katsuki asked.
“I don’t know how to stop it,” Asami said, her voice going quiet. “I can make it squirt though, look!”
“No don’t —” It was much too late, as Asami squirted the soap directly into Katsuki’s eye. “Fuck! Asami!”
“Ah! I’m sorry, Dacchan! I’m sorry!”
“This is so funny,” Mitsuki snorted. “It’s what you get, Katsuki.”
“Shut up, you hag!”
“Dacchan I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
It took at least forty-five minutes to corrall the situation, and to get Asami to learn how to finally stop constantly having soap ooze out of her hands. She did enjoy the bubble blowing though. It took another thirty for Izuku to clean up all of the soap that trailed the house.
“So she has a quirk,” Hisashi said after they all had settled in the living room. “And it’s like.. soap? She makes soap.”
“You boys will save so much money,” Masaru chuckled.
“I am not abusing my daughter’s quirk to save money!” Bakugou snarled.
“What kind of soap is it?” Hisashi asked as he looked at Asami who was still blowing bubbles out of her mouth. One of the bubbles floated over to Izuku and popped on his nose, he thought it would sting when it hit his eyes but it didn’t. Instead, he suddenly became very sleepy and his head fell back onto the couch he was sitting on, fast asleep.
“Daddy!?” Asami panicked. “Ah! I killed Daddy!”
“He’s sleeping,” Katsuki tilted his head to the side, slightly confused as he patted the side of Izuku’s face. “So the bubbles.. put people to sleep?”
“They make soaps that make you tired,” Inko said. “Maybe it’s like that.”
“Asami’s mother had a quirk that put people to sleep, so I assume her father made soap.” Katsuki shrugged. “It’s pretty cool, Asami! Now when we want to go eat snacks and Daddy tells us no, just blow bubbles at him.”
“Don’t encourage that!” Mitsuki snarled at her son.
Before he could retaliate, Izuku sat up quick and wide eyed. “What happened?”
“Asami put you to sleep with bubbles,” Katsuki informed him. “Close your mouth, we’re all just as confused.”
“I can be a hero now!” Asami shouted as she threw her fists up into the air. “Dacchan what is my hero name?”
“Don’t ask him for advice on a hero name,” Izuku chuckled.
“It was a long time ago, Deku!”
“Can I be Deku too?” Asami asked. “I’ll be Deku! What does that even mean?”
“It means being shit,” Katsuki chuckled and Asami held her hand out, waiting for a coin for the swear jar. “You blinded me with soap that can also apparently put people to sleep.”
“No just the bubbles, it would seem.” Izuku yawned. “Give her money Kacchan.”
“I wonder if I can do soap explosions, like you Dacchan.”
“Please not in here.”
“Do you know how many times I said that to you?”
“Bite me!” Katsuki snarled at his mother. “We’ll go out soon and play around with it, Asami.”
“You’ll be a slippery hero, villains won’t be able to catch you!” Inko hummed and Asami gasped.
“That’s it!” She said. “Grammie, I’m gonna be Slippy!”
“Slippy the hero!” Izuku shouted, encouraging her energy level as she ran around the small space chanting it.
“And I can be the number one hero!” She finished as she stopped in front ot Katsuki. “Right?”
“No one else would be a better number one hero,” Katsuki smiled at her and let her climb up into his lap, hugging him tight. Izuku sat on the other side of the couch, smiling at the two of them.
“We should get going,” Mitsuki smiled at them. “Come on,”
“This was nice, we’ll see you boys soon. Make sure to tell us about how Asami does!” Inko added as she stood.
“Yeah of course mom,” Izuku smiled. “Drive safe.”
Soon the three were left alone again, Izuku moved over to where Katsuki was sitting with Asami and lowered his head against Katsuki’s shoulder. “We’re a family full of heroes,” Asami whispered to the both of them. “Can we make me a costume too? Like the ones you both have.”
“Sure we can make you a costume,” Izuku hummed, nuzzling against Katsuki. “Tomorrow though, okay?”
“Okay,” Asami hummed. “I’m very happy here.”
“Hm?” Katsuki responded.
“Well, I know that you aren’t my real parents,” Asami said. “But I’m happy that you are my parents. It’s nice.”
“We’re happy to have you, Asami, I think we make a great family.” Izuku smiled before both of them turned to Katsuki.
“What? Of course I fucking agree, I have a wonderful husband and a gorgeous daughter who is going to kick some serious ass.” Katsuki scoffed.
“Boom!” Asami shouted.
“Boom is right!”
“Oh Daddy?”
“Yeah, Asacchan?”
“Dacchan told me you didn’t have a quirk, how come you have one now?” Asami asked.
“Oh,” Izuku paused. “An old friend. He gave it to me, but I was quirkless without it.”
“You should’ve seen him when he first got it, Asami, he was a wreck,” Katsuki smiled at the girl, trying to move past the topic of All Might before Izuku had a breakdown. “I bet I would still win in a fight against him, but he won’t let me try.”
Izuku smiled gently too. “Yeah, yeah, come on, Asami, it’s bedtime.”
“Okay,” Asami sighed. She climbed off of Katsuki and bid him goodnight before following Izuku to her own bedroom. Katsuki waited curiously for Izuku to come back out. He had that tired look in his eyes when he was wrapped up in a thought he shouldn’t be.
“Hey,” Katsuki gained his attention as he was walking by, probably to head to their room. “Are you alright?”
“Huh?” Izuku paused. “Oh yeah, I’m alright.”
“You’re full of shit,” Katsuki sighed, standing him and grabbing his hand. “Try not to think about it too much, okay?”
Izuku nodded, letting his head fall onto Katsuki as the blonde wrapped his arms around him. “Come on, let’s go lay down. It’s been chaotic.”
“Yeah and we are going to have to do this again,” Izuku laughed. “I should tell Uraraka and Todoroki and Iida that Asami got her quirk.”
“Yeah and make sure to include you fell right on your ass,” Katsuki chuckled as they walked into the bedroom. “That was so fucking funny until she squeezed soap in my eye.”
“If she can take down two pro heroes, I can’t wait to see how many villains she can take down.” Izuku hummed.
“I can’t wait to kick all of the asses of boys who think they can go anywhere near her,” Katsuki smiled back at Izuku who rolled his eyes as they made their way into the bed. “Hey Deku?”
“Yes?”
“This is cool,”
“What’s cool?” Izuku laughed.
“Getting to be with you, having Asami, it’s pretty great.”
“Yeah,” Izuku seemed to be thinking of it fondly. “We got out lucky.”
“You sure fucking did, you got Bakugou fucking Katsuki.”
“I’m pretty sure we changed that to Midoriya,” Izuku chuckled.
“We should’ve gone with Bakugou.”
“Excuse you? Bakugou Izuku is the worst sounding name on the planet.”
“No, Midoriya Katsuki is.”
“Well that’s your name.” Izuku smiled and watched as Katsuki glared at him. “You should stop glaring because Asami is getting scary.”
“Good,” Katsuki chuckled as he pulled Izuku into him, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you, but I’m tired so I want you to shut up.”
Izuku smiled. “Alright. I love you too.”
It’s just another day, for a family of (almost) heroes.