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“Are you sure?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, walking another plate to the sink.
“I don’t have to go,” Ochako reminded him as she pulled out the kids’ lunchboxes for tomorrow. “Aizawa just thought I would be a good chaperone because I organized the work-study with the resorts in Hokkaido and because of my background in rescue, but-”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t you go?” he snorted, sneering at the old sponge like it had personally offended him. Katsuki clicked his teeth and tossed it into the bin.
Ochako blinked. Her head snapped over to him like he’d lost his mind. “We have three kids.”
“We could have four if-”
She threw a napkin at him as he cackled. “Not the point!”
“And what is exactly?”
“We have a feral toddler and-” Ochako shook her head, thinking about the number of ER trips they had with Mochi in her short two years of existence. “It’s a lot for one person.”
“You did it with Kyo and Hiro,” he pointed out as he scrubbed at the plates.
Kyo was now getting ready to apply to UA in the next few years and had already begun training, so he was always a half step from an ER. “And I damn near went insane.” Hiro was well known by them, like his baby sister.
“Are you doing any dangerous shit?”
She wasn’t worried about herself. “Nothing outrageous.” Ochako would be there as a coordinator. The students would work with the other heroes staffed around the tourist area. There would likely be a few times she’d step in for a patrol or two with students, but it wouldn’t be anything like the mission Katsuki had taken years ago. “Petty crime, stranded tourists, lost wallets…” Her time in Hokkaido had been almost painfully dull, but the money had been great at the time.
“So bullshit.”
She smirked, “The kids have to start small. Personally, I don’t think they should have to save the world at fifteen-”
“We did it.”
“So they and our children won’t have!” Ochako finished cheerily as she placed snacks into each box. “I’m just saying I don’t need to go.”
“It’s part of your damn job,” he argued, scrubbing. “I can handle the brats.”
She frowned at him.
“They’re my kids.”
“You’re patrolling and running an agency.”
“Part-time,” he reminded her, waving the sponge at her. “Part-time.”
“You’re doing your part-time gig as an owner while still patrolling full-time,” Ochako reminded him with a quirked eyebrow. “I don’t need to go.”
Katsuki rinsed the last dish and shook his hands over the sink. “How many trips have I gone on since the last brat?” he asked, dipping his chin to shoot her a questioning stare.
Ochako opened her mouth and sharply closed it. She grabbed Kyo’s favorite custom Shouto water bottle and placed it in his lunchbox.
Katsuki hadn’t taken assignments like the one he’d been sent on while she’d been unknowingly pregnant with Mochi. There had been a weekend trip here or there. Some missions that had taken him outside the city forced him to be away for one to three days. Well, there had been some that he’d been gone a week. “I’m not keeping score,” she finally said as she grabbed Hiro’s bottle with the grinning image of his father on it.
“Well, you’ve had none!”
“There was that one three day conference after Kyo was born.”
Katsuki would never admit that has been the three hardest days of his life. Kyo had cried, screamed, rolled over off the bed, and refused to nap. He had been a new father then, so he really didn’t know what to do with a baby. He was a father three times over now, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve also been trapped in this cycle of breastfeeding and recovering for the last like ten years.”
“And you aren’t now, are you?”
She’d just weaned Mochi, and she’d recovered a good portion of her strength.
“So go ahead,” Katsuki insisted with a shrug, “I can handle the brats for a damn week.”
Ochako took a deep breath. “If you’re sure.”
“How hard can it be?”
Famous last words.
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“Are you absolutely sure?” Ochako questioned, kissing Mochi’s cheeks as she looked at Katsuki.
“Tch,” he rolled his eyes, beckoning for her to hand over their youngest child, “say see you in a week Mama.”
Mochi looked at Ochako. “See you week Mama,” she parroted with little understanding of what exactly was happening. The little girl reached for her father’s arms simply happy to be held.
Ochako huffed before looking down at her boys. “Listen to Papa. Make good choices. Be good,” she reminded, placing several kisses on Kyo’s head. “Be good,” she started, moving to kiss Hiro.
“You said that already,” Hiro complained as he tolerantly let his mother dote over him.
“I’m going to repeat it,” Ochako announced, looking at her children and husband as she ruffled Hiro’s hair. “Be good. Make good choices. No visits to the ER.”
“You’ll be back Sunday afternoon,” Katsuki reminded her as he gave her a goodbye kiss. “The house will still be here, the kids will be fine, I’ll be fine…”
She patted his chest, letting her fingers trace along Mochi’s arm for another second. “Shouto is on desk this week, so if you need help with the kids’ schedules-”
“I got it.” It was bad enough that Shouto was still Kyo’s favorite hero, he wasn’t about to ask the man for parenting help.
“Your parents won’t be back until Friday, and your mom said she wouldn’t mind coming to stay at the end of the week to give you a break.”
That might be worse.
“Don’t forget that you need to en-”
“Angel face!”
Ochako snapped still as the strap of her carry-on bag slid off her shoulder.
“I can handle this.”
She hesitated for a moment before smiling. “Okay.” Ochako picked up her suitcase. “I’ll call after we get to the hotel!” She gave them all another round of kisses before making her way out of the house.
Katsuki nodded, looking at the boys before glancing at the toddler in his arms. “We’re gonna get some dinner and then get ready for bed because you’ve got school tomorrow, and I have a meeting.”
And they did.
Katsuki ordered food because that’s what they did on the weekends.
The kids ate, and he ate.
They cleaned up and settled into an easy evening routine.
Kyo grabbed a microwaved cup of hot chocolate before settling in the living room to read his graphic novel.
Hiro was in his room on the tablet, watching hero clips. While he technically wasn’t supposed to have the device in his room, Katsuki decided that since he was quiet and occupied, there was no point in fighting it since he had to get Mochi in bed.
It was bath night for her. And there was a good chance that Katsuki would look like he lost a fight with a hose, but-
He didn’t.
Mochi was an angel.
She babbled at Katsuki between chewing on a couple of the foam toys floating around her in the water.
Not a drop of water was splashed.
Katsuki got her into a fresh night diaper and pajamas without a struggle. She didn’t even whine when he brushed her teeth. Her little eyes were closed before he finished the bedtime story, so Katsuki moved to getting the older children settled.
Hiro didn’t complain when Katsuki announced it was time to start startling down. He huffed and puffed his cheeks, looking more like his mother than intimidating as he handed over the tablet. His second son, showered, brushed his teeth, and got into bed without complaint. So, Katsuki decided to pretend he didn’t see the small stack of comic books stuck beneath his pillow. He’d done the same as a child, and fatherhood made him realize that he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought as a kid.
If his second son wanted to read before sleep, who was he to stop him?
Kyo had requested to finish his chapter before he showered and went to bed.
Fine.
Katsuki considered himself a reasonable man. Stopping in the middle of a chapter was annoying, so it wasn’t a crazy request. He simply reminded his oldest son that he had school in the morning, so be mindful of the time.
Easy.
“Kids in bed?” Ochako asked from his phone screen.
“Yep,” Katsuki confirmed with a nod as he looked over at the baby monitor seeing Mochi curled up in the corner of her crib, “Easy as fucking pie.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“No,” she answered too quickly, dragging the brush through her wet hair, “just surprised.”
“Surprised?”
“I think Mochi has some teeth coming in soon, and Hiro,” Ochako huffed as she quickly worked her hair into a loose braid, “Hiro will do anything to keep from going to bed.”
“He has a stack of comic books under his pillow.”
“Oh, I know,” she snorted, shaking her head, “make sure he actually goes to sleep, and-”
“Cheeks-”
“Blasty.”
He sighed, “It’s under control.”
She settled on her hotel bed with a sigh of her own. “If you say so, boss.”
It wasn’t hard to tell that she wanted to say more. “So,” Katsuki grinned, lifting an arm above his head as he flexed a little, “wanna do what we did the last time you were in Hokkaido and I was in this house?”
Ochako narrowed her eyes, but couldn’t help the laugh that left her.
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MONDAY
What was that saying?
“Why can’t you get the school lunch?” Katsuki asked, trying to tame his daughter’s hair while she munched on baby puffs.
Pride came before the fall.
Kyo tilted his head at his father. “It’s not enough protein.”
Katsuki blinked. “And?” This was the same kid who sobbed uncontrollably when he found out where meat came from. One of the few times he seriously wondered if his history with Izuku had affected his DNA because his firstborn son had sobbed like his childhood friend holding a piece of crispy chicken. “You barely eat meat as it is.”
“I’m supposed to be getting in shape for the high school hero course exams, remember?”
Shit. Sometimes, he’d forgotten how old his kids had gotten.
“You’re not high school!” Hiro shouted.
“No, but the guidance counselors said if we were thinking about applying to hero courses, then we should start training in middle school,” Kyo pointed out coolly. “You can’t just expect to ace the exam without training.”
Hiro snorted, “Speak for yourself.” He rudely slurped at his soup, before putting his bowl down with force.
“Mama normally makes me lunch with tofu or something,” Kyo informed his father.
They didn’t have time for that. “Brat-” Katsuki looked at the clock above the stove trying to quickly think of a solution as Mochi pulled away from him.
“If Kyo gets a special lunch, then I get one too!” Hiro shouted. “But I’m a carnivore.”
“You’re an omnivore,” Kyo corrected.
“I don’t want grass for lunch like you!”
“You realize I eat meat, right?” Kyo told his brother, pointing to the fish in front of them. “I’m eating it now.”
“That’s not meat!” Hiro yelled, pointing to the food with his chopsticks. “That’s fish!”
Kyo looked over at Katsuki.
Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll make you both lunch tomorrow. Today, you both are gonna have to make do with whatever the school has because-”
“What about my extra protein?” Kyo questioned.
Katsuki dropped the baby comb as the elastic slipped from Mochi’s ponytail for the eighth time that morning. He closed his eyes, slowly counting backward from ten until he couldn’t hear his blood roaring between his ears. “I’ve got plenty of protein bars, powder, and some of those instant shakes.”
“They are filled with sugar and chemicals.”
So was candy, but Katsuki didn’t have the energy to argue. “Okay, then,” he huffed, finishing his wallet out and handing the kids some yen, “you two stop at the store before school, get some bentos, boiled eggs, or something.”
Kyo nodded, satisfied with the resolution, as he pocketed the money.
Hiro counted the cash. “I need more,” he stated, fanning the bills.
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TUESDAY
“She’s freaking teething.”
The daycare attendant shot him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry Ground Zero-san, but our policy is that children cannot be admitted to the daycare if they have a fever. And then before they come back, they must be fever free for twenty-four hours..”
Katsuki looked at Mochi happily nestled in his arms. “She isn’t sick.”
It seemed like the week wasn’t getting any easier.
Apparently, Hiro and Kyo had both been late getting into school yesterday, and today, they’d only made it by the grace of whatever god that decided to take pity on his stupid, suffering self. The universe had allowed him two hours to work on the agency budget before the daycare had called him down to get Mochi. “Can I just give her some medicine or something?” Katsuki pleaded. “I’ve got a stack of paperwork waiting for me and an afternoon meeting.”
A very important meeting with their agency’s union representative that he didn’t want to reschedule. It would be Katsuki’s first time meeting with him alone, and even though they knew each other, this would be their first time meeting with Katsuki acting as his boss.
“She can’t just stay this once?” Katsuki suggested as Mochi wiggled in his arms.
The attendant shook her head. “I’m sorry, but those are the rules. If she is feeling better Thursday, we’ll be able to accept her back into daycare.”
If they were lucky, the tip of whatever demon tooth would make an appearance but Mochi’s teeth seemed to take their sweet time coming in.
“Thank you for understanding,” she offered giving him a bow before she returned to the other children.
Katsuki looked at Mochi, pressing a kiss to her cheek with a sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I know, baby girl,” he huffed, pulling out his phone to dial for help, “it’s bull crap.” Katsuki pressed his phone to his ear as he squeezed his eyes shut to help him swallow his pride.
“I figured you’d at least make it Wednesday.”
It was better to let Shouto just have that one. “The brat is teething, and daycare won’t take her cause she’s got a fever,” Katsuki explained quickly. “I have to meet with the union rep today, so can you please-” The things he did for this family. “-take the small brat.”
“I would but-”
“I fucking asked nicely,” he growled, turning his head and praying his daughter didn’t hear him say that or, more importantly, repeat what he just said.
“I’m staying with my mother. She unexpectedly needed surgery to get her gallbladder out, so I’m not home.”
Oh. “She okay?”
“She’s fine. Already home recovering. If you need someone to watch Mochika, call Izuku’s mom. She’s watching Umi after school, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a little one to keep her company during the day.”
Katsuki felt a small sense of relief flood down his spine. “You couldn’t have just said that to begin with me.”
“I could have, but I enjoy making you suffer a little.”
That was fair. “Asshole.”
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WEDNESDAY
“I’m calling Uravity-san.”
Katsuki lunged off the hospital bed, trying to snatch his sidekick’s phone. “I will literally cremate you,” he snarled, stopping as the electrodes placed against his chest kept him from getting up.
“And that will be quick and painless compared to what your wife will do to me if she finds out that you’re having a heart attack, and I didn’t call her,” Ren snapped, pulling up Ochako’s contact information. “It’s bad enough I had to force you to go to the ER because you have chest pains-”
“I have three kids!” he shouted back. “Of course I have chest pains!”
In hindsight, Katsuki realized he might have tried parenting too close to the sun.
Yesterday, he decided he was going to tackle this week like he’d handled everything else.
Plus Ultra style.
After he picked Mochi up from Inko, he’d gone to the store, gotten home, cleaned, prepped nutritious and protein packed age appropriate lunches, made dinner so good that he was sad there weren’t leftovers, done a load of laundry, checked homework, gotten everything laid out for the morning, and still made time to finish his paperwork before going to bed around two in the morning.
Despite his lack of sleep, he’d been determined to make Wednesday his comeback day, and it had started that way until he’d started having a dull pain in his chest.
“You know that’s not normal, right?” Ren continued, eyeing his boss.
“I would know if I were having a goddamn heart attack! Which I’m fucking not!”
Ren didn’t say anything, just pushing the button to call Ochako.
“Didn’t I say not to call my fucking wife!? How the fuck do you even have her number?”
“She’s the reason I work at the agency. She was my instructor during my second year at UA.”
“And?!” If he was having a heart attack, it proved that Bakugo Katsuki, a fucking hero in the goddamn top ten, couldn’t handle three kids without his wife. Then again, if he wasn’t, he’d just come to the ER for nothing so there there was no winning. “I swear to god if you don’t hang up that phone you’re fired!”
Ren continued to let the phone ring. “There’s nothing you can threaten me with that isn’t scarier than your wife when she’s mad,” he informed him. When Ochako’s phone went to voicemail, Ren sighed before hanging up. “Oh you’re not off the hook, I’m calling her back. I don’t think that I should leave a voicemail saying her husband is having a heart atta-”
“Not a fucking heart attack,” Katsuki grumbled as the doctor stepped into the room. “Tell him!” He pointed to Ren, folding his arms across his chest.
The doctor looked at Ren before clearing his throat and checking the chart. “Well, your cardiac enzymes and EKG are normal-”
“Fucking told you!” Finally! A victory.
“However,” he continued, “given your symptoms, we think you likely have acid reflux-”
“The fuck? Heartburn?” He just went to the emergency room for heartburn. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
“You wouldn’t be the first person to mistake a heart attack for reflux or GERD.”
He was never going to live this down. “Are you sure it wasn’t a heart attack?” Not that he wanted one. “I’ve been eating spicy crap since I was a kid.”
The doctor just tilted his head. “We’re quite confident, Ground Zero-san,” the doctor nodded, “please follow up with a gastroenterologist, and until then, we recommend you take it easy on spicy and acidic foods. I’ll have the nurse print out a list of foods to avoid and some gastroenterologists. Until then, we’ll get you a prescription for an antacid to help with the discomfort.” The doctor gave a customary bow before walking out of the small room.
“Fucking acid reflux,” Katsuki cursed under his breath.
“It’s not a heart attack, but I’m still telling Uravity-san,” Ren decided, “because I value my life.”
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THURSDAY
“Bakugo-san, we caught your son with this-” The principal flushed, clearing her throat as she handed over the magazine. “-adult reading material.”
Katsuki glanced at Hiro before accepting the magazine.
Hero Weekly - The Bikini Edition
“Where the he-” In Katsuki’s opinion, now would be a perfect time for him to use a swear word because-
What the actual fuck?
The last time he checked, the brat didn’t even know what a bikini was. They’d gotten through the discussion of nocturnal emissions with Kyo without any fanfare. Katsuki had realized it had been time for that particular conversation when his oldest son had been insistent about washing his own bedding, which had been a dead giveaway.
“- heck did you get this?” Katsuki questioned, glaring holes into his son.
“At the mart, you gave me money to go to,” Hiro answered factually.
His second son was his constant reminder of every time he’d mouthed back to his parents.
“It’s not like it was wrapped in brown paper like the porno maga-”
“Do you even know what the fuck that word means?” Katsuki shouted as the vein on his forehead throbbed. That curse word was justified.
“Sex.”
Even though the doctor informed him that he wasn’t having a heart attack yesterday, he was pretty sure he was a second away from one now.
“I mean, you can’t even see their nipples or anything.”
Or a brain aneurysm. “We will be sure to talk to him about,” Katsuki told the principal, doing his best to keep his composure, “ this .”
The principal gave him a tight smile before nodding. “Thank you, Bakugo-san. Unfortunately, Hiro-kun is suspended for the rest of the day.”
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FRIDAY
“You look like shit,” Mitsuki commented, pushing past Katsuki as she stepped into the house, “and so does the house.”
Katsuki just closed the door and trudged over to the couch. He dropped down, dragging his hands down his face with a loud groan. “Fucking kids are trying to kill me,” he mumbled as he leaned back against the seat. “How the fuck does Ochako do this?” He gestured wildly to the house.
“I told you that she was too good for you,” she shrugged, not bothering to show her son an ounce of sympathy.
His hands fell away from his face, hitting the couch with a loud slap. “Ma!”
She took the seat next to him.
“Can you fucking not?” he warned. “For five minutes! Five minutes!”
Mitsuki pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry,” she apologized evenly, “continue.” She motioned for him to keep talking.
“It-” Katsuki didn’t know where to start.
He wasn’t blind.
He recognized that Ochako took on a lot of the domestic labor so he could focus on his career but Katsuki wasn’t absent.
He was present in his family life.
He cooked and cleaned.
Went to conferences.
Volunteered.
Did homework.
He knew the names of his kids’ teachers, doctors, friends, dentists, etc.
This wasn’t anything special. It was all things he should do and know-
So, how the hell didn’t he realize how hard this week would be?
“Am I a shitty parent?” he questioned, already bracing himself for his mother’s scathing reply.
His mother was the only person he could trust with this answer.
His father always saw the good in him, even when he was the crappiest little shit in the pack.
Izuku would never be able to give him a straight answer because he would have to quantify what it meant to be a shitty parent first, and then the conversation would turn into some big theoretical debate.
Shouto would enjoy taking him down a peg before giving some half-assed answer that wouldn’t feel sincere even when it would be.
Eijirou was on a shift for the next few hours, and he needed to slay the demons of doubt now.
“Because how the fuck does she keep track of all this shit alone?” he questioned. And his mother was nothing if not brutally honest.
Mitsuki frowned, staring at her son.
“Well?!
She reached across and slapped him on the back of the head.
“What the fuck-”
“Don’t ask stupid questions!” she yelled, dropping back into her seat.
“Don’t fucking hit me!”
Her eyes softened as she settled back into her seat. “Katsuki,” she exhaled, looking at her son fondly, “Just because you had a hard week doesn’t mean you’re a shitty parent or partner. Three kids is a lot.”
Katsuki sighed.
“Why the fuck do you think we had one?”
“Cause you got it right the first time,” he quipped with a small smirk, feeling a little lighter. He knew that wasn’t true, especially after having kids of his own.
Each of his kids showed the best parts of him and Ochako.
“Then Ochako is a goddamn goddess cause what the fuck?” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Fucking lunches, schedules, arguing about the fucking tablet, and teething-”
“Motherhood isn’t for the weak.”
“Did you know fucking daycare won’t take kids when they are sick?” Katsuki raged. “When the hell aren’t the little snot nose brats sick.”
“Mochika is sick?”
“No! Brat is teething and has a fever, so the nerd’s mom has been watching her all week because apparently the brat needs to be fever free for twenty-hours,” he ranted, “but the damn kid isn’t sick!”
“And you still have to pay for that day to keep the kid’s spot,” Mitsuki added.
“Fucking bullshit!”
“Why do you think we didn’t send you to daycare?”
If only. “Fucking crazy,” he mused. “Was Ochako ever this burnt out when I went away?” Katsuki had to know because if she was, he was never leaving.
“Aside from when the house flooded-”
And she was unknowingly pregnant while worrying possibly being a widow with two kids.
The only thing that had saved his sanity this week is the fact that nothing had broken in the house. Katsuki was sure he wouldn’t be able to handle a broken dishwasher or a clogged toilet.
“Not that I know of,” Mitsuki answered with a shrug. “You should ask her.”
He frowned. “Eh-” It felt like a potentially asshole move to ask her if she had been able to handle the kids alone on top of work and life, when he’d barely survived.
“The fact that you’re evaluating yourself as a parent and a partner means you aren’t a shitty one, brat,” Mitsuki told him warmly.
He needed that. “Thanks, hag,” he nodded. “Can you help me clean the house?”
“No.”
Bitch.
“Let Ochako see that you struggled,” Mitsuki advised. “Don’t try to clean and polish everything like it was all peachy fucking keen. Be honest with her. Show her that you do need her and value everything she does for your good for nothing, narrow ass.”
He really needed to. “I also don’t want her to come home to shit show.”
Mitsuki nodded. “Fair enough. Tell her not to worry about the mess then. I’ll arrange for cleaners to come Monday while everyone is out of the house, and your father and I will bring you all dinner.”
“Thanks.”
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SATURDAY
Ochako was just grateful the house was still standing.
“Okay,” she whispered as she stepped inside the house, “this isn’t terrible.”
It was a mess.
Bookbags, gym bags, lunch bags, a diaper bag, and a few bags Ochako didn’t recognize crowded the entry way. Shoes were haphazardly thrown on the floor but away, but they were there and accounted for. There was a lone sock a few feet away and all the pillows were off the living room sofa.
There was a blanket and an abandoned bowl of popcorn knocked over.
Mochi’s toys and the soft basket they normally nested in were scattered all over the floor with the popcorn in addition to a random wooden.
An empty take-out bag.
One of the capes that Masaru had made, or was that the one Kyo had sewn? Ochako couldn’t tell.
“No scorch marks,” she noted with an impressed nod as she double checked the curtains. “No fires.” Ochako would be lying if she said she hadn’t expected Hiro to blow something up.
Not because she was gone, but because Hiro was his father’s child with his quick temper and desire to constantly improve his quirk. Even though they made time and space for him to practice regularly, he couldn’t help himself when there was a spark of inspiration.
“I can live with this.” The house had been messier after Mochi was born. Going from two to three kids hadn’t been as easy people had said, so the mess was no big deal. She left her bags by the stairs before quietly creeping upstairs.
The house was silent.
A little surprising early on a Saturday, but she was sure the boys had stayed up later than they should last night. It wasn’t a school night, and they didn’t have to be at the dojo until the afternoon. There doors were still closed. A clear sign that they were still fast asleep. They were old enough to explain to the instructor why they chose to stay up late and play video games.
Holding her breath, she cracked open the door to Mochi’s room and smiled at the sight of the sleeping toddler. They should get her up soon, but a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Ochako made her way to her bedroom, feeling anxious to see Katsuki. She quietly opened the door, biting her tongue to keep from laughing at the sight of him clutching her pillow as he snored lightly.
Dork.
She pulled off her socks and quickly slipped out of her jeans and bra before crawling on the bed. Dropping a kiss on the ball of his shoulder she wrapped her arms around him, resting against his back like a parachute. Her face buried in his neck, inhaling as she gave him a tight squeeze.
He tensed. “The fu-” He lifted his head up, snapping toward her. “Angel face?” he groggily moaned, blearily blinking at her.
“Hiya,” she grinned, leaning in to rub her nose to his, “miss me?” Ochako leaned in giving him a gentle kiss.
“You’re not supposed to be back until Sunday,” he grumbled. Katsuki twisted, gathered her in his arms, and rolled her underneath him. He kissed her deeply, groaning in relief as he slithered down and rested his face between her breasts with a happy hum. His arms tightened around her waist as he squeezed her tightly.
“I thought I’d head back a day early since my husband went to the ER, with chest pains-”
“That little snitch is fired,” Katsuki threatened, not moving his face.
“Ren isn’t fired,” she giggled, combing her fingers in his hair. Her fingers carefully reached the nape of his neck. Ochako grinned as he growled and further relaxed into her. “He’s a great sidekick.”
“Tch.” Katsuki let himself enjoy the moment a little longer. "I fucking missed you."
"Yeah?" she grinned. "I missed you all too. How was the week?"
“Your son took a bikini magazine to school.”
“Hiro did what ?”
“How’d you know it was Hiro?”
“Because I had to have a conversation with him about how it was inappropriate to hug Mina with his face between her boobs last month.”
Katsuki snorted, shoulders shaking as he laughed. He lifted his head. “I’ll give him the talk this weekend about all that, so we don’t have to pay for socks clogging our pipes anytime soon.”
“I can’t talk to him, too.”
“I got it. I think he’d rather I be the one to talk to him. ”
Ochako hummed in agreement, recalling how defensive and embarrassed he’d been when she’d attempted talked to him about the hug. In the moment, she’d given him the benefit of the doubt and assumed that he hadn’t known better but the magazine had confirmed it. “Take him for ice cream then.”
She left for a week and came back to her second son being a little older than when she left.
“Anything else I need to know?”
“Littlest brat is teething.”
“Did you make her a slushie?”
“Naw, I tried putting the frozen fruit in the,” Katsuki paused, trying to find the word, “that weird ass pacifier. Lasted for two fucking seconds.” He dropped his head back to her chest in defeat. “Also the boys were late to school Monday because your son requires a protein dense lunch with no meat but protein bars and shakes are unacceptable.”
“I keep telling him that there’s nothing with the shakes and bars.”
“He won’t try them.”
“Well, he might have to reconsider or make his own because he is gonna need an after-school snack starting in two weeks when robotics club starts meeting after school rather than during study halls.”
“Well, I let them walk to the mart before school, which is probably where brat got the bikini magazine, which is said in front of his principal that it isn’t so bad cause it’s not a porno-”
Ochako cackled, head flying back with laughter.
“Yeah, apparently, Hiro knows what porn is or has some vague idea.” Katsuki had honestly been too afraid to ask.
“Of course he does! He has an older brother.”
Katsuki’s brow furrowed. “Kyo doesn’t-” He thought about himself at Kyo’s age. “Fuck.”
“That’s why we talk to them,” Ochako hummed. “No big deal. We probably need to tighten up Hiro's parental controls. Maybe Kyo’s, too.” She remembered hearing words that were too mature for her from her older cousins when she was a kid. Her father had nearly dropped the axe on his foot when she’d cheerily asked what Viagra was after hearing one of the older cousins talk about it. “They’re fine. We’re fine. She continued to stroke his hair.
“How the fuck do you do this?” he mumbled, sounding defeated.
Ochako laughed, “How the fuck do you run a whole agency?” She kissed the crown of his head.
He rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious! I don’t think I could do it,” she sighed.
“I guarantee you could,” he huffed as he shook his head, “you manage all of this just fine.”
“I think you’re giving me too much credit.”
Katsuki didn’t have the words to give her more. He knew the only reason he could achieve his career goals and be a father was because she’d given up the need to be at the top.
“Hey-” Her voice pulled him from his thoughts.
He lifted his head to meet her eyes.
“You did good, Ground Zero,” she congratulated with a cheeky wink. “Mission accomplished.”
End