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"Hito, meet Kacchan," Izuku turns to Kacchan, gesturing to his son. "Kacchan, meet Hitoshi."
Katsuki appraises the teenage boy, the grown man glaring at kid in what he thought was intimidation. The lanky boy blinked at him, face blank.
Grunting, Katsuki replies, "Who's this, shitnerd?" Izuku gives him an unimpressed look and the boy next to him did the same. Doing his best to not roll his eyes (as much as he wanted to, he knew that if Izuku was going this far to introduce a person they must mean a lot to him), he huffed out a light breath. Izuku spoke up, sighed lightly.
"This," he says, "Is my son." Katsuki laughs-- more so cackled --for half a minute, amused by the joke.
"Yeah, and I'm Obama. Nerd, we both know you can barely take care of yourself, let alone a fuckin' kid." Laughing for a minute more, he finally calms down enough to see that both Hitoshi and Izuku are staring at him with looks. Hitoshi being annoyed and bored, Izuku being offended and embarrassed.
"I can too take care of myself, poopface." Katsuki bursts into another round of (evil) laughter, much to the displeasure of Izuku.
"What are we, in shitty fourth grade now?" he wheezes between gasps. Izuku gives him a glare, looking more like a kicked puppy than intimidating.
"I can take care of myself. I clothe, clean, and feed this wonderful child." he whines, emphasizing his point by squishing the enamused boy's face. The boy-- Hitoshi --continues to look bored, staring at the ground. Katsuki gives him a mirror of the unimpressed look Izuku gave him.
"Last time you cooked instant ramen you exploded the microwave-- which, by the way, you don't fuckin' use to make instant ramen --and got noodles stuck to the ceiling because you claimed you were trying to 'flip them'," Katsuki waits for his retort, the other man drawing up blank. "And you use the microwave for cup noodle, not packaged instant ramen, nerd. You can't take care of yourself and a kid. I don't really believe that you adopted a kid." Izuku gives him a defiant look.
"I can take care of myself perfectly fine," he defends. "And Hito-chan really is my son. I adopted him." he pauses, smirking at a thought. "I can even make sandwiches without them being mysteriously soggy for absolutely no reason." he states, almost proudly. Katsuki stares at him, searching for any hint of joking or mischief, flabbergasted. When he realized that the boy was serious, he almost shit himself (not that he would ever tell the nerd).
"What??" Looking back and forth between the two, he sputters out. "Y-You really have a son?? YOU?" He emphasizes the last word, incredulous, making Hitoshi raise an eyebrow. The eyebrow raise was the most emotion he'd expressed around the ash-blonde man, besides slightly annoyed. His face beet red from surprise, Katsuki yanks on his hair like horse reigns. Over the years, Katsuki went to anger management and all that, graduating with (unsurprisingly) good progress. Even so, he managed to find different (less healthy) ways of expressing and letting out his emotions. Such as shock, in this particular instance. Maybe a little bit of betrayal from Izuku not telling him, not like he'd ever tell the "shitty nerd" that.
"What the fuckkk..." he whispers, still looking back and forward. Hitoshi rolls his eyes and holds his hand out lazily. Sighing in contempt, the boy locks eyes, purple on red. It was a dumb and kinda (very) ugly mix.
"Hi," he says, muttering blandly. "You're the dude that my dad's dating now, right?" By then, Katsuki'd calmed down somewhat, enough to be able to function relatively properly. Holding his own hand out, he grasps the teenager's firm-- and surprisingly --strong grip. By the purple-headed boy's body shape, he seemed a little more on the weak-lanky side.
"Bakugou Katsuki, Ground Zero, current Number 2 hero," he pauses, looking at Izuku. Locking eyes with the (much) shorter man, he continues, "Future Number 1."
And in that single moment, both of them were thinking two completely different things:
"This fuckin' kid is going to be a pain in the damn ass, isn't he."
"Damn, I left the oven on, didn't I?"
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"Er-- okay guys, I have to go now. Nezu needs me for the day on some sort of... assignment I guess?" Izuku paused, looking thoughtful. "I also want to discuss the criteria and lesson plans that I've come up with for the heroics course," He gives Katsuki a pointed look, "You should talk to Nezu about your lesson plans for 1-A and see if they align with the course rules that Nezu gave at the beginning of the year." The blonde man rolled his eyes and huffed.
"Fine, nerd, don't die." Izuku smiled, gathering his things. He waved to Hitoshi and Katsuki.
"Good. Bye guys! Love you Kacchan, Hitoshi!" Smiling at them both, he added on, "Get along, okay?"
"Mhph." Bakugou groaned, forgetting about the silent boy. Then again, if the boy was silent then they wouldn't have any problems, right? He could just ignore him and if the fuckin' ki-- Hitoshi needed anything then he'd quietly tell him. Quietly. Hitoshi looked up from his game (which were violently screeching meowing noises) and gazed at his father.
"Kay Dad. Have a good day with Nezu." Izuku walked towards the door only to stop, looking back-- yet again.
"Oh! And if you guys can go to the grocery store to pick up some things I'd really appreciate it! List is on the counter next to the bananas! Bye!" Giving them one last bright smile, the (short, yet) muscular man closed the door behind him and began his walk to UA.
The two sat in silence for a while, the only sound being the looped, cheesy cat music and the occasional meow from Hitoshi's KittyKatcher's game and the random noise from Katsuki's instagram feed. Finally, Hitoshi broke the silence.
"You think he's out of the building yet?" Katsuki looked up, annoyed but a little surprised that the boy had talked.
"I dunno, probably." The constantly blank face that Hitoshi usually had on morphed into something sinister. Smirking, the purple headed boy rolled his shoulders. Katsuki's eyes narrowed in suspicion, not knowing what to expect from the teen that he barely knew.
"Good." He leapt up from the chair and threw his KittyKatchers console to the side. Putting both hands on the side of the chair, he glared coldly at the (internally panicked) man.
"What makes," he spat the next word, sounding like poison on his tongue, "you think you're good enough for my dad." Inside of his panic, Katsuki could feel the familiar curl of angry fire in his gut. Pushing down the ugly feelings-- both anger and fear --he snarled back.
"I don't think I'm good enough for your dad," he smirked, despite his conflicting feelings. "I know I'm good enough."
"Wrong answer." Hitoshi smirks, making Katsuki's own falter. He spins around and slams his hand on a button, making Katsuki jump. He hears a few mechanical ticks before a vat of glitter is thrown on him. Sparkling, he sits there in shock.
"Now again, what makes you think you're good enough to date my dad?" Katsuki sits there in the bright pink glitter, shocked, angry, and furious.
"I.... I'm going to fucking kill you." He stares at the ground, feeling the rage take over his body. He looks up into Hitoshi's smug eyes, furthering his anger. "I'm going to fucking kill you." Hitoshi stared back into the crimson eyes, unfaltering confidence in the purple boy's eyes.
"I wouldn't put it past you to kill someone, but me? Nah. You," he paused, emphasizing the next word. "Can't kill me." Katsuki turned red with rage, his cheeks puffing up. He eggs Katsuki on, wagging a finger in front of his face.
"First of all, dad would sure as fuck be mad if you injured me, let along if you killed me. Second, it's not very heroic," he said the word condescending, "if you killed a teenager, let alone the son of the number one hero."
"So your stupid fuckin' shitty plan was to dump glitter on me?" Hitoshi clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I thought the number two hero would be smarter than that. No, it's not. It's to figure out whether or not you deserve to have my father's love," he looked the man up and down, taking in his black t-shirt and beige cargo pants. "And from what I'm seeing, no. You don't." The ash-blonde man's eyes narrowed once again, his lips a flat line.
In that moment, Katsuki realized a few things:
One, Izuku had a son. A very protective son, at that. And the purple headed boy would stop at nothing to protect his father.
Two, Hitoshi was going to be a huge pain in the ass. Whether he accepted him as his father's partner or not, until he proved himself to the boy, it was going to be a lot more painful-- maybe not physically, but painful nonetheless --than he anticipated. With hard work and dedication-- no, probably not even then, he might approve of Katsuki. Just as much as he wanted to beat the ever loving fuck out of Izuku's son, it would hurt him and hurting the nerd was the last thing he wanted to do. It started with glitter, but he knew that until he Hitoshi deemed him worthy, it was going to be a lot worse the shitty pink glitter.
Third and finally, he was going to accept the challenge. Deep down in his heart, he knew that no matter how much Izuku loved him, his son would always come first, and he was okay with that. He would do whatever it takes to make Hitoshi accept him-- whether it be as a father, a friend, or simply as Izuku's lover --he would accept him.
Now all he had to do was figure out how.
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