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“Katsuki,” his father said from the doorway, a small smile on his face. “What did we talk about just yesterday?”
Katsuki resolutely didn’t look up from the reports he was reading when he answered.
“That it’s important to take breaks from working.”
“So you did listen to your mother and me, excellent,” Masaru said and came to a stop in front of Katsuki’s desk. “So why are you still sitting here? It is lunchtime, you need to take a break, take a walk and get some food.”
“I will,” Katsuki said, his eyes not leaving the report while he took notes. “Just let me finish this, I am almost done.”
“Katsuki, I’ve known you your whole life and I have known your mother even longer. Both of you have the same tells when you’re lying through your teeth.”
With a gentle hand, Masaru pulled the paper away from him.
“Go and take a walk, Katsuki. The report will still be here when you get back,”
Katsuki glared at his father, determined to keep working, but even though Masaru’s face was gentle, there was steel behind his eyes and Katsuki could recognize a lost battle when he saw one. With an annoyed sigh, he stood up and pushed away from his desk.
“Fine! I’ll go on your stupid walk! Are you happy now?”
“Very. I’ll be even happier if you actually find something to eat while you’re out there.”
“You’re pushing it, old man!”
“And take an umbrella!”
“Fuck off!”
The employees in the main hall looked up with scandalized looks as Katsuki stormed past them. If he didn’t have the privilege of being the son of the owners of the bank he would for sure have already been fired, no matter how smart and brilliant he was with numbers. That’s why he worked twice as hard, just to prove he deserved to be here and have this job. It wasn’t just because he was the third generation of Bakugous that worked in the bank.
Grumbling, he stomped through the streets and thought about how long he would have to be gone so that his father would be mollified. Would it be enough if he just took a quick turn around the bank?
Probably not.
He continued down the street, past houses that he only ever saw in passing when he hurried to and from the bank. He never paid too much attention to them because if he was honest he hated living in the city. When he was a child he spent most of his days in the country at the summer home his family owned. He loved hiking and being outside where everything was bright and green and just teeming with life.
Coming to the city had been a culture shock and not one he relished. Everything here was muted, browns and grays the most used colors. There seemed to be a layer of grime over everything and Katsuki guessed it was because of the cloud of smoke from the factories that hung over the city and never seemed to dissipate completely, no matter what the weather was like.
He was ripped out of his musings by a drop of water hitting his cheek and he looked up in surprise. The gray sky had darkened considerably without his notice and the heavy and dark clouds overhead looked close to bursting. In the back of his mind, he heard an echo of his father’s voice, reminding him to take an umbrella.
“Well, fuck,” he said just as a torrent of rain was unleashed upon the city below.
Quickly, he tried to find shelter under one of the buildings, but none of the tall houses surrounding him offered him enough cover. He had no choice but to try and make it back to the bank and stay as dry as possible. He sprinted from building to building, all the while cursing his luck, the weather, and his father in quick succession.
Suddenly, he could see a warm, inviting light in front of him and he realized that it was a bakery. Desperate to escape the thrice-damned rain he pushed open the door and stumbled inside. He could hear a bell going off overhead, but he was too busy shaking the water from his clothes and hair to take a closer look around.
“One second!” came a voice from the back and Katsuki could hear the sound of something heavy being moved. Then a pair of footsteps came closer and finally, he looked up. And then, all at once, all the air left his lungs and he felt dizzy.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting!” the man in front of him said, but Katsuki wasn’t quite paying attention. ‘ Green ’ was the only thing he could think of as he took in the green hair and eyes of the man before him. “My employee is still making deliveries, but I can take your order! Are you in need of bread for the week? Or do you simply want something sweeter for your lunch?”
When Katsuki didn’t immediately react, the baker in front of him cocked his head to the side in confusion. Katsuki noticed the small braid of green curls falling over the man’s shoulder.
“Sir? Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Katsuki answered and was surprised by how breathless he sounded. “I was just trying to get out of this damned rain.”
The baker giggled and it sounded more lovely than anything else Katsuki had ever heard.
“I understand, it’s pouring cats and dogs out there, isn’t it? Dreadful weather indeed. I hope my delivery boy and the wares will be alright!”
Katsuki just nodded, too preoccupied with the man in front of him to answer in words. He found himself spellbound by the freckled face and arms that were visible underneath the rolled-up sleeves of a white linen shirt. His arms were littered with scars, some pink and new, some silvery and clearly old. Over the shirt, he wore a flour-stained apron that hid the rest of his body. He was smaller than Katsuki, but his build was solid and Katsuki noticed the muscles in his arms.
Suddenly he realized that he had been staring at the baker for a solid minute without saying anything and he could feel blood rush into his cheeks.
“Sweet Bread!” he barked out and the baker in front of him jumped in surprise. “I was looking to buy Sweet Bread for lunch!”
“Oh! Of course!” The beautiful baker said and quickly walked to the backroom. Katsuki wanted to hit himself. He didn’t even like sweet things.
“You’re in luck!” the baker’s voice drifted out of the backroom before he reappeared, a tray with steaming, golden buns in his hand. “The new batch just finished! How many would you like?”
“Just one.”
“Of course! Here you go!” He placed the bun on a napkin and handed it over to Katsuki who placed the needed coins on the counter.
“I hope you’ll like them!” the Baker said and he looked at Katsuki with such earnest eyes that Katsuki couldn’t help himself. He felt the blush coloring his cheeks and to try and hide that and his fluttering heart he looked away before taking a bite out of the soft bread. Immediately, his eyes widened and he looked at the food in wonder.
“This is delicious,” he said, his eyes snapping back to the baker who flushed under the praise.
“Thank you! It’s my mother’s recipe! I’m so glad you like it!”
“I love it,” he said honestly and took another bite. Much too fast, the sweet treat was gone and Katsuki was still craving more.
“I’ll take two more to go,” he said and counted out the coins.
“Of course! Two more coming right up!”
Katsuki watched as the man folded napkins around the bread so that it would be easier to transport before handing them over. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man’s everything and his heart was galloping in his chest.
“What’s your name?” he asked and was surprised by himself. He never cared about other people, especially those he would never meet again. But there was just something about this man that made him want to know more, to see him again and maybe find out how to keep making him smile.
“Midoriya Izuku,” Midoriya answered and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir!”
There was a sudden brightening of the room as the clouds outside parted, the quick downpour over and done with and the sun started to peek through. A few sunbeams danced in through the window and painted Izuku’s face in golden hues, his smile as bright as the light coming in and Katsuki knew.
He knew at that moment that he had fallen irrevocably in love.
Katsuki walked back to the bank in a daze. His mind and heart were still back in the small, cozy bakery where he had met the most beautiful man in the entire world, Katsuki was sure of it. He barely registered the strange looks he got when he got back to the bank.
He took a seat behind his desk again, the reports right where he had left them. But he didn’t pick up his pen or continue reading them. He simply stared down at the table, his hands folded in front of him, and thought back to the prettiest green he had ever seen.
There was a knock on his door and one of their assistants walked in, a ledger in his hand.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Bakugou, but this was just dropped off for you.”
“Oh,” Katsuki said, still a bit out of it. “Leave it on my desk there. Thank you.”
But the assistant didn’t move a muscle, he only stared at Katsuki with wide eyes.
“What?” Katsuki barked, sounding more like his usual self the longer he was back at his workplace. It seemed to startle the other man into action as he dropped the ledger and practically fled the office. Katsuki sighed and grabbed it. He needed to get a grip and get through this. The sooner he was done with work, the faster he could return to the bakery and see Izuku again.
He looked over at the still warm pieces of bread he had bought from there and a small smile made its way on his face. He couldn’t help it really, and if he was honest he didn’t even want to. Never in his life had he felt so strongly for someone without even knowing them and he knew it was a sign.
Of course, this was the moment his father decided to walk in and catch him in his vulnerable moment.
“I see what the employees outside are talking about,” he said, one eyebrow raised in a look of puzzled confusion. “I take it your walk was enjoyable even though you didn’t take an umbrella with you.”
Katsuki was quick to school his face back to his usual scowl, but he knew it was a losing battle. His father had already seen him smiling at a piece of bread like a besotted idiot. His father grinned.
Katsuki grumbled but shoved one of the buns at his father. They were delicious, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat both of them and he didn’t want them to go to waste.
“Eat it, old man, I know you are just as bad about this as I am.”
“Thank you, Katsuki,” his father said as he took a seat opposite Katsuki’s desk and unfolded the napkin around the sweet bread. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled in reply and looked back at the report on his table.
He couldn't help the proud, little smirk breaking out on his face though when he heard his father's surprised exclamation about how delicious the bread was. His Izuku was the best after all.
In the next moment, he wanted to hit himself for his arrogance and idiocy. Izuku didn’t even know his name yet and Katsuki was already treating him as his in his mind. If he didn’t get his head on straight he would scare the baker off before their courtship could even begin.
“This is an unusual purchase for you,” his father said as he was dusting off his hands from the leftover sugar. “It was delicious, but still, unusual.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I was in the mood for a change,” Katsuki grumbled, pointedly not looking up from his report. He could feel the tips of his ears burning and knew his blush was giving him away. His father was kind enough to not point it out though.
“Your mother wants to know if you will be working late again today or if you will join us for dinner.”
Katsuki was silent for a long moment before he nodded.
“Yes, I’ll be there. I have something important I need to discuss with you both.”
“Well, now I’m really getting worried,” his father joked, but his smile fell at the determined expression on Katsuki’s face. “I’ll let your mother know.”
“Thank you,” he answered before going back to his report.
Katsuki usually tried to avoid having dinner with his parents. It wasn’t that he didn’t love them or liked to spend time with them, but recently his mother had started pushing him to find a suitable partner. She dragged him to more and more gatherings and balls in the hopes that the offspring of a wealthy family would catch his eye. He knew of course the expectations placed upon him as the heir but he would be damned if he chose a spouse simply because of their social standing.
But if he wanted to be serious about Izuku and his intentions, he needed to make a point to his parents. It wouldn’t do to ask Izuku to court him when people could be whispering about all the prospects that were trying to woo the Bakugou heir. He needed Izuku to know how sincere he was and that involved getting his mother to stop trying to set him up with other people.
So he was prepared when he sat down at the table with his parents and Mitsuki already had that scheming gleam in her eyes.
“It’s so nice of you to join us again, brat,” she said and Katsuki rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“I am busy running your business, hag,” he answered and his father chuckled.
“It’s always so lively with both of you at our table,” Masaru said and took a sip of his wine. “It’s nice that we all have the opportunity to share dinner again.”
Katsuki grunted in agreement, unwilling to start a fight so soon.
They made it through most of the second course before the topic of the next ball was brought up, which was a new record. Apparently, Mitsuki didn’t want to fight and scare him off again either.
“The Todoroki’s are holding a ball this month. I already told them that all of us are going to be in attendance,” she said while folding her napkin and placing it on the table. Katsuki could feel a pulse of irritation shooting through his body, but he remained calm.
“Fine,” he answered and both his parents looked at him in surprise. “I will accompany you.”
“That’s surprisingly reasonable of you, Katsuki,” his mother teased. “Any reason for your change of heart?”
“There is,” he said and looked at them with a serious and determined expression. “I’ve met someone I want to court.”
For a few seconds, there was nothing, Then his mother let out a screech and hit both her hands on the table. “Finally! Who is it? When can we plan the wedding? I thought the day would never come!”
“Fuck you too!” Katsuki yelled back while his father was busy dapping at his eyes with the napkin. “And I haven’t even asked him yet if I can court him, so don’t get ahead of yourself, hag!”
“Him? So it’s a guy?” his mother asked, completely ignoring his protests. “Not ideal, but I’ll take it! You wouldn’t be the first one in our family and adopted grandchildren are better than none at all!”
“Oi!”
“So, what’s his name? What is he doing for work? When can we meet him?”
Katsuki took a deep breath.
“His name is Midoriya Izuku and he is a baker.”
The silence after his statement was thick with tension.
“A baker?” Mitsuki asked, voice kept carefully neutral. “Katsuki, are you serious about this? You want to court and marry a baker?”
Katsuki straightened his shoulders and looked directly at his mother.
“I do.”
“Oh!” his father exclaimed, hitting his fist into the open palm of his hand, a wide smile on his face. “It all makes sense now! That’s why you looked so happy today and why you had those delicious sweet bread with you when you came back!”
At his father’s obvious delight, the tension in his shoulders lessened and he gave him a small smile. Mitsuki didn’t say anything, simply looking between her son and her husband. Carefully, she grabbed their hands.
“And you think you’ll be happier with him than with a different choice?” she asked, voice still neutral with no inflection whatsoever. Katsuki squeezed his mother's hand and nodded.
“Yes.”
A small smile broke out on Mistuki’s face.
“Then I am excited for us to meet him.”
Katsuki’s chest felt full to bursting with feelings and he quickly looked away so that his parents couldn’t see the tears of happiness and relief in his eyes.
“First he needs to agree to the courtship,” he grumbled but his parents just squeezed his hands tighter.
“He will,” his father said and Katsuki couldn’t help but believe him.
With his parent's approval and support at the back of his mind, Katsuki went back to the bakery the next day. He avoided going in the morning, knowing how busy it was most likely going to be. Just like the day before he took a lunch break and walked over to the bakery. He wondered how he had never seen it before, after all, he had been working here for years. But then he remembered that he rarely took breaks and even if he did he almost never left his office for them. He cursed himself a little for wasting potential years with his soulmate, but he was determined to make up for it.
Now he just needed to convince Izuku of this as well.
Just as it had been the day before, the bakery was empty when Katsuki entered. The bell over his head let out a twinkling sound and the lovely voice of Izuku drifted out of the backroom. It only took a minute before the other man appeared and Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat. He was even more lovely than he remembered.
“Oh!” Izuku said and his smile widened. “It’s you! Welcome back, Sir!”
He felt pleased that Izuku remembered him and his lips twitched into a small smile.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Midoriya,” he answered and was almost surprised to find it was true. Seeing him again and again could very likely become the highlight of his day, Katsuki was sure of it.
“Oh!” Izuku said and an adorable blush was staining his cheeks. “Uhm, I’m happy you think so, Sir! What can I do for you today?”
“I wanted to buy some of your Sweet Bread again,” Katsuki said and watched Izuku’s face light up.
“Ah, of course, of course! How many pieces do you want?”
“Three again. My father tried one last time and asked me to bring him another today.”
“Ah, hearing that makes me so happy! Word of mouth is the best sort of advertisement!”
“I’m planning to become one of your regulars,” Katsuki told him because he thought it was a safer bet than to say ‘ I’m planning to become your husband ’. “My name is Bakugou Katsuki.”
Izuku let out a gasp.
“Bakugou as in Bakugou Banking over on main street?” Izuku asked with wide eyes and Katsuki nodded. “Well, it’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Bakugou. Thank you for taking your business to my humble bakery!”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Katsuki answered as he paid for his bread. I don’t normally indulge in sweet things. Me coming back here is not a small thing.”
“Well, you really made my day with your visit!” Izuku said and Katsuki felt his knees grow weak at seeing Izuku’s soft and happy smile. “I hope to see you again soon!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Midoriya,” Katsuki told him with a nod and turned to leave the bakery behind.
And true to his word Katsuki returned to the bakery every day. It became the thing he looked forward to the most and other people started to take notice. He could feel the whispering behind his back but for once it wasn’t something that bothered him. How could it, when the thing they talked about was something that made him so happy?
Izuku grew more and more comfortable with him with each visit and every day they talked for longer. Katsuki also got to know Izuku’s delivery boy, Kota, who hung around the bakery sometimes when he had managed to finish his deliveries especially fast that day. He was a quiet but rude boy and Katsuki would be convinced the teenager hated him had Izuku not assured him of the opposite.
“He doesn’t have the highest opinion of richer folk,” Izuku confided in him one day. “But he respects you.”
Katsuki was relieved to hear that. Kota was very dear to Izuku and if Kota didn’t like Katsuki it could be a hurdle in his plan to court Izuku. He was already making progress toward that goal. He was able to convince Izuku to drop his last name and address him with his first name, even though that had been a struggle in itself.
“Mr. Bakugou-”
“Katsuki,” he insisted but Izuku only shook his head.
“I’m just a simple baker, it wouldn’t be right of me to address you so informally.”
“I insist.”
“And I refuse!”
But in the end, Katsuki’s stubbornness had won out and now he was confident that he could call Izuku a friend. Not a close friend, and by far not enough for his greedy heart, but it was progress.
But then he slipped up.
He was at the bakery for his usual lunch visit. He had already devoured his piece of sweet bread, the pieces for his father and for his own afternoon snack safely tucked away in one of his pockets.
Izuku was telling him about a woman who had stopped by in the morning to buy bread, but the specifics were escaping him. Izuku was talking excitedly, his arms waving through the air to illustrate his story. The smile on his face was infectious and there was floor sticking to him everywhere. He was the best thing Katsuki had ever seen and he could only stare at him with a besotted look on his face.
“Katsuki?” Izuku asked, still with a smile on his face. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Not really, no,” he answered dreamily. Izuku giggled.
“Well, what has your thoughts so occupied then?”
“You,” he answered, completely truthful. Izuku gave him a confused look and for whatever reason Katsuki felt compelled to continue. “I am spellbound by how pretty you are.”
The blush on Izuku’s face darkened and Katsuki realized just what he had said just then. He could feel his own cheeks heating up to match Izuku and he wasn’t sure what to say. He knew it was too much, too soon but he wouldn’t take it back. It was the truth after all.
“You-,” Izuku started but stopped himself, a hand pressed to his mouth. “What-?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spring that on you,” Katsuki tried to explain, but Izuku looked even more lost than before.
“Are you making fun of me?” the baker asked with a small voice and Katsuki threw all his hesitations overboard. He stepped up to the counter that separated him from Izuku and tried to look as earnest as possible.
“Teasing you is the farthest thing on my mind,” he said and gathered his nerves for the next part. “Since the moment I first laid eyes on you I thought you to be the most beautiful person I have ever met. I came back here to try and get to know you and I discovered the only thing more bewitching than your looks is your kind heart. I didn’t want to scare you with my advances, but it is my honest wish that you allow me the honor to court you.”
He was shaking slightly once he was done, but all of his cards were now open on the table. It was Izuku’s move and Katsuki was terrified.
“So,” Izuku said, his voice small and trembling. “You didn’t come back here because of my bread?” There was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips and Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat at seeing it.
“That was an added bonus,” Katsuki answered. “I wasn’t lying before. I really don’t enjoy sweet things, but I love your baking, Izuku.”
The two simply looked at each other without saying anything else and Katsuki could feel the sweat gathering in his palms. He tried to subtly wipe his hands on his pants before he spoke again.
“So, what is your answer?”
Izuku’s smile fell.
“Katsuki, you can’t be serious,” he said and Katsuki’s heart fell. “I’m just a lowly baker. Someone brilliant and rich like you should court the daughter of a noble or a fellow banker, not me.”
“I don’t fucking care what society expects of me,” he answered hotly and Izuku’s eyes widened at hearing him swear. “My heart has decided on you and nothing will change that. My parents support my decision and have given me permission to do as I please.”
“Your parents?!” Izuku exclaimed. “You told your parents about wanting to court me?!”
“Of course I did! I do nothing in halves!”
“Katsuki!” Izuku yelled out and hid his face behind his hands. “You can’t do that to my heart!”
“What can’t I do?” he asked while a small seed of hope bloomed inside him.
“You can’t promise me everything I want,” Izuku whispered, his red face still partly hidden from view. “This is too good to be true. I must be dreaming.”
“So you accept?” Katsuki asked breathlessly and leaned further over the counter. Izuku peeked up at him from behind his spread fingers, his eyes wide and the prettiest shade of green Katsuki had ever seen in his life. And then he gave a shy nod and it felt as if the sun started shining in Katsuki's chest from how happy he was.
The familiar sound of a stick tapping against the window woke Katsuki up. The outside was still dark and with a groan he pulled Izuku’s sleeping body closer to him. His husband let out a grumble and Katsuki could feel the flutter of long eyelashes against his neck. Waking up together was a luxury and not one Katsuki took for granted. It had taken a lot of negotiation once they were married and living together.
As a baker, Izuku had to start working around one in the morning, sometimes even working through the entire night. Katsuki’s schedule was completely different and the time they spent together was limited. Katsuki had pushed for Izuku to hire more workers who could take over work in the bakery, but Izuku insisted on keeping his work. Katsuki didn’t want to deprive his husband of anything, least of all the job that created the most delicious treats Katsuki had ever eaten in his life. A compromise was reached by hiring a few overnight bakers who would take care of the main prep work and support Izuku in the baking process. Because of that, Izuku only had to arrive at the bakery at around 6 in the morning and Katsuki could sleep next to his husband at night.
“Good Morning, Kacchan,” Izuku sighed as he pushed himself up onto his elbow, his long hair tumbling over his shoulders, and looked down at Katsuki with a look so full of soft and gentle love that Katsuki thought his heart would beat straight out of his chest.
“Good Morning, my love,” he whispered back and cradled Izuku’S cheek to pull him down into a kiss.
“Daddy!” a high voice called out to them from the other room and Izuku immediately turned away from Katsuki.
“I’m coming!” he said and Katsuki grumbled. Damn those meddling kids depriving him of his kiss. Before he could start to complain though, Izuku leaned down and pressed a long, deep kiss against his lips.
“Love you,” Izuku said and with one quick peck, he leaped out of bed. Katsuki was left behind, a flustered mess. He pressed his hands against his face to hide his red cheeks and the wide grin on his face. He could hear voices from the room next to theirs and decided it was time to get up as well.
Their three children had been woken by the Knocker-Ups knocking as well. Teru and Mika were quick to rise in the morning, but Hiro, their youngest, always took a little longer. When Katsuki entered the children’s room, his two oldest were already chattering away, recounting their dreams to Izuku, while washing up, while Izuku was still gently coaxing their youngest out of bed.
“Don’t you want to eat breakfast with Daddy and everyone else?” he said and Hiro nodded sleepily before wrapping his arms around Izuku’s neck and letting himself be lifted out of bed. Katsuki pressed kisses against the hair of both his older children who greeted him happily.
“Kacchan, can you take Hiro?” Izuku asked and Katsuki nodded and held open his arms. “I’ll quickly wash up and get started on breakfast. Make sure these three tidy up their rooms before coming down.”
“Of course, love,” he said and kissed Izuku’s cheek before his husband walked out of the room to get dressed as well.
“You heard your father,” he said and gently placed Hiro on a stool in front of the water basin. “You too, Hiro.”
“Yes, Papa,” all three answered in tandem, and the love he felt for them was enough to lift him off of the ground. He kept an eye on them to make sure they cleaned themselves diligently before leaving them to tidy up their room and get dressed himself. His shift in the bank wouldn’t start for another few hours, but he refused to let all the household chores be done by his husband. After family breakfast, Izuku would go to work, while Katsuki made sure Teru and Mika went to school. Then he would take Hiro and drop him off with his mother for the day while he and his father went to work in the bank.
For lunch, he would visit his husband in the bakery before going back to work till late in the evening. He had started working longer hours to support the extra workers Izuku had hired in the bakery but it was something he did gladly. If it meant his husband’s life was easier and he could spend more time with Katsuki and their children, he would work double shifts until he died.
While Katsuki was still working, Izuku would pick up the children from his mother-in-law who doted on all of them with all the love and adoration she had in her heart. Sometimes Katsuki was convinced she loved them more than him and he couldn’t even be mad about it. He felt the same way after all.
His life was perfect and the envy of all. Not only was his husband the most beautiful human to ever walk the earth, he was also the most talented baker Katsuki had ever met and all of his co-workers readily agreed whenever Katsuki deemed to bring free cookies to work with him. Izuku’s business had increased a lot after he and Katsuki got married and Katsuki had started to advertise his amazing husband and delicious baked goods at every party and function he had to attend with his parents.
Izuku was always bashful when Katsuki loudly proclaimed how amazing his husband was, but when they were alone he showered Katsuki in kisses to show his appreciation and Katsuki knew he had never been this happy.
“Papa!” Hiro said and pulled at his hand to snap him out of his daydreams. “We need to go! Grandma is waiting!”
“Let her wait,” Katsuki said with a mean grin and pushed a hand through his son’s messy curls. The child ducked away with a giggle and his freckled cheeks lit up with a faint blush. “She is a witch who wants to steal you and your siblings away from me!”
“Nooo!” he said and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s leg. “I love Grandma! But I love Daddy and Papa more!”
“I love you too, Hiro,” Katsuki said and blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. Being with Izuku had turned him into an emotional sap and he was fine with that. As long as only his husband and children got to see this side of him at least. “Let’s go before Grandma turns into an angry dragon!”
Together with his son, Katsuki left the house that had turned into a home once Izuku moved in with him and turned down the street. The sun was shining and it promised to be another lovely day in Katsuki’s perfect life. The scent of baked goods wafted through the streets and Katsuki smiled.