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“No!”
Bakugou froze and, in slow motion, turned to look at the offender, “What did you just say to me??” Anyone who knew Katsuki knew that tone of voice and would be running for the hills by now, or at the very least, quickly backtracking and changing their mind.
Not this person. Instead, bright green eyes and a sulky face stared adamantly back, “No, no, no!!”
Katsuki quickly looked away, pinching the bridge of his nose and counting backwards from five. Sure he was angry, but also, those eyes were just too cute and he had to stay strong.
Decently composed and resolved, he turned back around and stared down the offender. “You will do it if you know what’s good for you. Or else.” His tone brooked no argument and he pointed the wooden ladle in his right hand threateningly, the other hand placed on his hip.
But the green eyes looking back at him got even angrier, tears started to gather at the edges and chubby cheeks puffed up on a huge inhale, ready to shatter eardrums with the oncoming screaming fit.
Thankfully, the front door clicked open, halting everything temporarily in its tracks.
“Katsuki! Izuki! I’m home!!”
The shriek then came anyway, but this time it was decidedly happy and blessedly short. Katsuki just sighed.
“Izuku! Get your butt in here and deal with this little monster!!” Katsuki called, frustrated and relieved in equal measure.
Green curls popped around the corner to the kitchen, followed closely by the rest of the owner as Izuku took in the scene before him. He could only chuckle lightly before shooting his husband an amused look.
Their toddler, Izuki, sat in his high chair with a pile of cereal strewn about, some pieces even littering the floor. Katsuki, clad in his apron, had clearly been in the middle of cooking something (delicious by the smell of it), wooden spoon in hand and an aggravated look on his face as he glared at his son. One would think he was staring down the enemy of all mankind.
“Having troubles, are we?”
“Your hell spawn is refusing to eat his Cheerios!!” Katsuki threw up his hands in disgust, spoon still clenched in one. “What kind of brat doesn’t like Cheerios! He ate them yesterday just fine!”
Izuku glanced at Katsuki again, this time with a wry quirk to his lips, “He’s your ‘Hell spawn’ too, you know, not just when he’s being the little angel we know he usually is.” He ruffled the unruly mop of blond curls atop his son’s head, “Isn’t that right, little ‘Zuki?”
Arching a brow knowingly he turned back to his husband, “Besides, I seem to recall a particular cheerio incident back when we were four...”
“That was different!!” And dammit, Katsuki was not sulking, thank you very much.
“Uh huh, sure.” Izuku sighed, “I don’t know why you always get like this when it comes to Izuki not eating your food. I suppose it doesn’t help that this is the one place you’re a soft touch and he knows he can get away with more.”
He turned to his little munchkin, “And you get to see Papa make funny faces! Right? Papa’s really silly, isn’t he? Yes he is!” He gently booped his son’s nose and got a squeal of delight and a giggle for his troubles.
“Now,” Izuku straightened and suddenly became more serious as he looked down at Izuki, “you know better than to kick up a fuss over what we give you; we’ve talked about this before. I’m sorry if you don’t like it today, but you ate it just fine yesterday and this is what you’re getting today, too.
If we changed foods every time you ‘didn’t like’ something you’d become really picky and only eat bad things! And I’m not dealing with an almost-twenty-month-old who only eats chicken nuggets. Now please be a good boy and listen to Papa and Daddy and eat your cheerios, okay?”
Little brows drew down in a scowl over bright green eyes, and Izuki’s lips pushed out as far as they could in a pout. But, eventually came the desired answer, “ ‘Tay.” And a chubby little hand promptly fisted a cheerio and shoved it into his mouth.
Izuku and Katsuki both breathed quiet sighs of relief and the former moved to stand at the blond’s side, slipping an arm around his waist. “He’s really ours, isn’t he?” He said with no small bit of wonder.
“Yeah, he is,” the reply came equally softly. “And he might be a little brat sometimes, just like someone else I know, but I love you both very much and wouldn’t trade you for the world.”
Izuku looked at their miracle quirk child and then gazed up at his husband of five years and had to agree, “I feel the same, Katsuki.” Izuku gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a gentle squeeze and the two were content to stay that way for a few more minutes, satisfied with their little slice of crazy heaven.
At least, until the timer went off and Katsuki had to rush to get to the stove before dinner burned and little Izuki decided it would be a perfect time to chuck a cheerio at his daddy’s face.
Oh well. Izuku just smiled and moved to join his family in the chaos, his heart full and content. And while Katsuki may have had a scowl line between his brows, the quirk to his lips betrayed his true feelings.