Work Text:
To say Bakugou was pissed would be an understatement. Their final exams were going to be held next Monday and their tutoring time was cut short when it turned out that the coffee was closed on that Friday – until Kirishima brought up that they could have their session at Bakugou’s house.
Kirishima was watching his friend as he walked beside him and from how stiff his body was, he could tell he didn’t want this to happen. Bakugou had never talked about his family and Kirishima was always curious about what kind of household he grew up in.
When they arrived, Eijirou examined the house upside-down. It was an average house, so the only reason Bakugou would’ve felt uneasy was the fact that Eijirou would meet his family. The quiet way his friend opened and closed the front door was the perfect proof of the redhead’s suspicion.
”Ah, Katsuki! Welcome home!” They were greeted by a man, poking his head out of the living room, smiling at them with a warm smile.
”Why do you have such good ears?” Bakugou mumbled under his breath and Eijirou covered his mouth with his hand to restrain his laughter. Suddenly, a small explosion could be heard from the kitchen and then a loud swear. ”Don’t tell me, the old hag tries to cook again?” Bakugou asked and the man shrugged.
”Who are you calling an old hag, brat?!” Asked a woman – who looked just like Bakugou. Their hair and eyes color was the same, as well as their attitude. ”Katsuki! Why didn’t you tell us that you bring home a friend for lunch?”
That was the moment the older man realized there was someone else beside his son. His lips curved in a smile and walked up to them with his wife close behind.
”It’s nice to meet you, son. My name is Masaru and she is my wife, Mitsuki,” he said, outstretching his hand.
”The pleasure is all mine!” Eijirou said, blushing and shook the hand. ”I am Kirishima Eijirou!”
”Thank you for looking after our son, Eijirou-kun,” Mitsuki said while ruffling Bakugou’s hair. Kirishima found that endearing.
”I don’t need to be looked after!” Bakugou exclaimed, snatching the hand away. His mother only smirked down at him.
”You’ve the tendency of overworking yourself,” Masaru said and Bakugou made a face. ”We can’t be thankful enough for your friend for taking care of you.”
”I’ll do that as long as he lets me!” Eijirou stated and Bakugou’s face became as red as a tomato.
”Come on, dumbass! We have to study or you won’t pass!” He said, grabbing Eijirou by the hand, pulling him towards his room.
Mitsuki leaned against her husband, touching her chin.
”Who does this brat remind me of?” She asked, looking up at him. Masaru smiled, then leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her nose.
”You were just like that with me before we got together.”