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Shouto sighed as she watched her husband chasing after their terrified son with that ridiculous ghost mask. Hikaru’s little legs carried him as fast as they could, his tiny hands reaching out for her as he wailed, “Mommy, help! Daddy’s a ghost!”
Katsuki, despite being a full-grown pro hero, was having way too much fun scaring their five-year-old. He let out a playful, menacing growl, waving his hands in the air dramatically. “RAAAHHH! I’m gonna get you, little brat!”
Hikaru practically flung himself at Shouto, latching onto her waist like a koala. His big, round eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and his lips wobbled in an adorable pout. “Mommy, make Daddy stop being scary!”
Shouto raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her husband, who was now crouched down a few feet away, shaking with silent laughter behind his ghost mask. His broad shoulders trembled as he barely held back a snicker.
With an exasperated sigh, Shouto placed a gentle hand on Hikaru’s back and turned her sharp gaze to Katsuki. “Katsuki,” she said in that calm, leveled tone that made Katsuki stiffen slightly. “Take off the mask. You’re going to traumatize our son.”
Katsuki finally snorted before yanking the mask off, revealing his smug, grinning face. “Oh, come on, it’s just a joke! The brat’s gotta toughen up.”
Hikaru, still clinging to Shouto, turned his head and pouted at his father. “I don’t wanna be tough! I wanna be safe with Mommy!”
Katsuki dramatically clutched his chest as if Hikaru had just stabbed him. “Oi, what the hell? I’m your dad! I protect you too, you know!”
Hikaru shook his head furiously, burying his face into Shouto’s stomach. “Nope. Daddy’s scary.”
Shouto sighed, her fingers running through Hikaru’s soft hair soothingly. “Maybe if you stop terrorizing him, he wouldn’t think you’re scary,” she said dryly.
Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, crossing his arms. “Tch. Brat’s just a crybaby.”
Hikaru lifted his head just enough to glare at Katsuki. “I’m not a crybaby! You’re just mean!”
Shouto bit back a chuckle as Katsuki looked personally offended by that. He pointed an accusing finger at their son. “Oi! You wanna say that again, squirt?”
Hikaru huffed and clung tighter to Shouto, as if she were his shield. “Mommy, make him be nice!”
Katsuki groaned, running a hand down his face. “Great, I’m the bad guy now.”
Shouto smiled lightly before crouching down to Hikaru’s level. “Hikaru, Daddy was just playing. He didn’t mean to scare you for real,” she explained patiently. Hikaru always listen to her. Only her though.
Hikaru pursed his lips, staring at his father suspiciously. “Really?”
Katsuki sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I ain’t gonna eat you, brat. I was just messin’ around.”
Hikaru still seemed hesitant, but after a moment, he slowly let go of Shouto and took a small step toward Katsuki. “Promise?”
Katsuki smirked and ruffled his hair roughly. “Promise, squirt.”
Hikaru pouted at the hair-ruffling but then beamed brightly. “Okay! But you gotta make it up to me!”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “And how the hell am I supposed to do that?”
Hikaru grinned mischievously. “Piggyback ride!”
Katsuki scoffed but crouched down nonetheless. “Tch. Fine, get on, you little gremlin.”
Hikaru squealed in excitement and quickly climbed onto Katsuki’s back. As soon as he was secure, Katsuki stood up with ease. “Alright, hold on tight.”
And just like that, Hikaru’s laughter filled the air as Katsuki ran around with him on his back, pretending to be an airplane. Shouto watched them with a fond smile, shaking her head before returning to hanging the wet clothes.
Sometimes, her husband acted just as childish as their child.
But it didnt end there.
Shouto froze for a split second before sighing deeply, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. It's probably 5 in the evening right now. The sound of Hikaru’s sobs grew louder as he ran straight into her legs, clutching her apron like a lifeline.
“Mommy! Daddy’s being mean again!” Hikaru wailed, his little body trembling as he buried his face into her stomach. His tiny fists balled up in frustration. “He scared me!”
Shouto turned her head toward the living room, her eyes narrowing when she spotted Katsuki leaning against the couch, arms crossed, the ghost mask still perched on top of his head. He had the audacity to look amused.
“Tch, it was just a prank,” he muttered. “The brat needs to get used to surprises.”
Shouto slowly exhaled through her nose, placing a soothing hand on Hikaru’s back. “Katsuki,” she said in that calm, dangerously leveled tone that immediately made her husband tense. “Apologize.”
Katsuki’s lips twitched, like he wanted to argue, but one look at Shouto’s unreadable face had him clicking his tongue instead. He sighed and pushed himself off the couch, walking over.
Hikaru peeked up at his father from behind Shouto, still sniffling. His big, teary eyes were filled with betrayal.
Katsuki squatted down in front of him and scratched the back of his head. “Alright, fine. Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Hikaru sniffled loudly. “You scared me.”
Katsuki sighed. “Yeah, I know.” He then patted Hikaru’s head—awkwardly, but gently. “I won’t do it again, okay?”
Hikaru studied him for a moment before huffing. “You better not.”
Shouto watched as her son wiped his nose on his sleeve and crossed his arms, looking far too much like a tiny, pouting version of Katsuki. It was almost funny.
Katsuki snorted. “Damn, you really are my kid.”
Hikaru glared at him. “But I like Mommy more.”
Katsuki clutched his chest dramatically. “Oi! That’s just rude.”
Shouto sighed and finally turned back to the stove, stirring the simmering pot. “If you’re done scaring our child, you can make yourself useful and set the table,” she said, not even looking at him.
Katsuki groaned but stood up. “Yeah, yeah.” He ruffled Hikaru’s hair again before heading off.
Hikaru, still pouting, looked up at Shouto. “Mommy, is dinner ready yet?”
“Almost,” she said, smoothing his hair down. “Go wash your hands.”
Hikaru nodded and ran off, leaving Shouto shaking her head.
She loved her husband, but sometimes, he was the biggest child in the house.
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"Mommy, can i sleep with you tonight?"
Shouto, already settled in bed with a book, looked up when she heard Hikaru’s small voice at the door. Their son stood there clutching his well-loved black teddy bear, his little frame swallowed up by his pajamas.
Shouto sighed softly and set the book down on her nightstand. “Come here, baby.”
Hikaru didn’t hesitate. He hurried over, climbing onto the bed and snuggling right into her side, his tiny hands gripping her nightshirt. “Daddy’s scary,” he mumbled, burying his face into her.
Shouto bit back a chuckle and ran her fingers through his hair soothingly. “Daddy’s not scary,” she murmured. “He’s just bad at jokes.”
Hikaru pouted but didn’t argue, already comfortable in her warmth.
Just as Shouto was about to pull the blanket over them, the bathroom door opened, and Katsuki stepped out, towel-drying his hair. He had changed into a black tank top and sweatpants, fully expecting to climb into bed and pull his wife into his arms for a well-deserved cuddle.
But instead, what did he see?
His spot was occupied.
Hikaru was curled up against Shouto, looking all snug and content.
Katsuki’s eye twitched.
Shouto, catching his expression, smirked at him. It was that slow, smug, I told you so kind of smirk.
Katsuki scowled. “Tch.” He tossed the towel onto a chair and climbed into bed on the other side, frowning down at Hikaru. “Oi, what’s this?”
Hikaru clung even tighter to Shouto and turned his head just enough to glare at Katsuki. “I’m sleeping with Mommy tonight.”
Katsuki’s jaw ticked. “The hell you are.”
Hikaru pouted. “Yes, I am. Mommy said so.”
Katsuki shot a sharp look at Shouto, who only raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. She didn’t say anything, but her expression 'This is your fault' said it all.
Katsuki groaned, flopping onto his back. “Unbelievable.”
Shouto hummed, looking far too pleased. “I hope you enjoy the cold side of the bed, love.”
Katsuki grumbled, throwing an arm over his face. He’d really been looking forward to cuddling her tonight.
Now, thanks to his own dumb prank, he had to wait.
But, again, it didnt end there.
The next night, when Shouto was already in bed reading one of her novel, she heard the familiar sound of tiny footsteps padding toward their room.
“Mommy,” Hikaru whispered, peeking his head inside while clutching his teddy bear again.
Shouto glanced up from her book, raising an eyebrow. “Hikaru?”
“Can I sleep with you again?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful. His big eyes shimmered under the hallway light.
Before Shouto could answer, Katsuki, who was in bed already, shot up immediately. “Oh, hell no.”
Hikaru frowned and took a step inside. “But I slept really good last night.”
Katsuki groaned, running a hand down his face. “Of course you did, you stole my spot!”
Hikaru blinked at him innocently. “Mommy’s really warm.”
Katsuki scowled. “Yeah, I know.” He turned to Shouto, expecting her to back him up, but—no.
She was just sitting there, lips twitching, barely holding back a smug look.
This little—
Shouto calmly closed her book and patted the space beside her. “Come here, baby.”
Hikaru beamed and ran over, climbing up without hesitation. He snuggled right into her side like it was his bed and not theirs.
Katsuki groaned loudly. “Oh, come on!”
Hikaru peeked at him over Shouto’s shoulder and grinned. “Daddy, you can sleep on the cold side again!”
Katsuki clenched his jaw, glaring at his own son, who had the nerve to steal his wife twice.
Shouto, meanwhile, was way too entertained by this. She gave Katsuki a look that practically screamed this is your punishment.
Katsuki flopped onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. “Great. Just great.”
Shouto chuckled softly. “Good night, love.”
Katsuki muttered something under his breath before turning away.
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“That’s it!” Katsuki growled, sitting up in bed.
It was the third night. Three whole nights of his own son stealing his wife right from under him. Enough was enough.
Hikaru, already snuggled into Shouto’s side, blinked up at his dad. “Huh?”
Katsuki didn’t answer. He just grabbed the little gremlin by the back of his pajama shirt and lifted him off the bed like a sack of rice.
“Wha—! Daddy, no!” Hikaru squirmed, kicking his little legs in protest as Katsuki plopped him firmly on the other side of the bed, away from Shouto.
“There,” Katsuki said smugly. Then, before Hikaru could even think about crawling back, he yanked Shouto by the waist, pulling her flush against him.
With one arm wrapped tightly around her, his face pressed right into her chest.
Shouto, caught completely off guard, let out a soft, surprised hum. She had been expecting Katsuki to do something dramatic, but this—this was funny.
Behind her, Hikaru gasped in offense. “Hey!”
Katsuki, still very much done with this nonsense, didn’t even look up. “My wife,” he grumbled against her shirt.
Hikaru pouted. “But—”
“No buts,” Katsuki cut in. “You got two whole nights. It’s my turn.”
Hikaru huffed dramatically. “That’s not fair! Mommy’s warm!”
Katsuki cracked an eye open and smirked. “Yeah, I know. That’s why she’s mine.” He squeezed Shouto’s waist for emphasis.
Hikaru, refusing to accept defeat, reached out and grabbed Shouto’s wrist, pulling her back toward him. “No, she’s mine!”
Katsuki, still holding onto her waist, pulled her back. “Like hell she is!”
“Mommy!” Hikaru whined, pulling harder.
“Shouto!” Katsuki grumbled, tugging back.
Shouto sighed, very amused, sandwiched between her two stubborn boys as they had what could only be described as a tug-of-war over her.
After a moment, she decided to end it.
She suddenly relaxed completely against Katsuki, wrapping her arms around his head. “Mmm. I think I like it here,” she murmured.
Katsuki immediately looked smug, tightening his hold on her. “Damn right you do.”
Hikaru gasped. “Mommy! Traitor!”
Shouto chuckled, rubbing his little hand soothingly. “Hikaru, baby, you have your own bed, you know.”
Hikaru pouted, his grip loosening slightly. “But your bed is better…”
Katsuki smirked, patting the kid’s head patronizingly. “Tough luck, squirt. You’re outta here tomorrow.”
Hikaru huffed and flopped onto his back dramatically. “This is the worst.”
Shouto chuckled again. “Good night, baby.”
Hikaru muttered something under his breath but eventually got comfortable.
Meanwhile, Katsuki smirked in satisfaction, his grip on Shouto tightening possessively.
Finally, he had his wife back.
Though, tough luck or whatever they call it, the next day their son did it again.
Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, only to freeze in his tracks.
There, nestled right against Shouto’s chest, was Hikaru.
The little gremlin had slipped in again.
Shouto, already deep asleep, had one arm loosely draped around their son, completely unaware of the betrayal happening in real-time. Meanwhile, Hikaru, that sneaky little brat, had his tiny face smushed against her chest like he belonged there.
Katsuki’s eye twitched.
This was a declaration of war.
Slowly, he tossed the towel aside and walked over to the bed. He stood there, staring down at Hikaru’s smugly peaceful face.
“Oi,” he whispered.
No response.
He poked Hikaru’s cheek. “Oi.”
Still nothing.
This little—
Fine. If the brat wanted to play dirty, so would he.
With a slow, evil smirk, Katsuki reached down and grabbed Hikaru’s ankles. Then, with practiced ease, he lifted the kid straight up.
Hikaru’s body dangled midair for a second before his eyes snapped open in panic.
“Wha—?! DADDY, NO—”
Too late.
Katsuki plopped him unceremoniously on the other side of the bed.
Hikaru gasped dramatically, sitting up. “Daddy!”
Katsuki gave him a flat look. “The hell you think you’re doin’?”
Hikaru scowled. “Cuddling Mommy.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Yeah? Me too.”
And before Hikaru could even attempt another sneak attack, Katsuki flopped into bed, yanking Shouto right into his chest. His arms locked around her waist like a damn fortress.
Shouto, still mostly asleep, let out a soft hum but didn’t resist, nuzzling deeper into him.
Katsuki smirked victoriously. Checkmate, brat.
Hikaru glared. “That’s cheating!”
Katsuki cracked an eye open. “That’s parent privileges, kid.”
Hikaru pouted hard, flopping onto his pillow in defeat. “This isn’t over,” he grumbled.
Katsuki just grinned, pressing a kiss to Shouto’s hair.
Yeah, we’ll see about that.
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Katsuki and Hikaru burst through the front door, both dead set on one goal—cuddling their mommy before the other could claim her first.
Katsuki had just picked up the brat from preschool, and the moment they got home, it became an unspoken challenge.
Whoever got to Shouto first got dibs on cuddling her.
They were neck and neck, sprinting down the hallway like it was a damn battlefield. Hikaru’s little legs should’ve put him at a disadvantage, but the kid was determined, his tiny feet slapping against the floor as he kept up with his old man.
“Outta my way, squirt!” Katsuki barked, picking up speed.
“No! You move, old man!” Hikaru shot back, arms pumping.
And then—
They both skidded into the kitchen at full speed, expecting warmth and comfort—only to be met with something far worse.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen, spatula in hand, was Shouto.
But not just any Shouto.
A scary Shouto.
The air around her was dark. A black, terrifying aura swirled behind her, her long hair practically floating from the sheer pressure of her wrath.
Her eyes were shadowed, her mouth set in a deep frown. And when she spoke—oh, when she spoke—her voice was calm. Too calm. Dangerously calm.
“What,” she began, her voice chilling, “do you two think you’re doing?”
Katsuki and Hikaru immediately dropped to their knees on the floor, heads bowed in shame.
Hikaru, his voice tiny, muttered, “Racing to cuddle you…”
Shouto’s brow twitched. “And you didn’t think to take your shoes off first before running through the house?”
Katsuki grimaced. Shit. They had tracked dirt inside.
Hikaru gasped quietly, looking down at his own sneakers. He scooted them off.
Shouto tapped the spatula against her palm. “Hikaru, you know better.”
Hikaru flinched. “S-Sorry, Mommy…”
Shouto turned her glare to Katsuki. “And you—”
Katsuki straightened his back like a damn soldier. “Yes, ma’am.”
Shouto’s eyes narrowed. “You’re supposed to be the adult.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then why are you acting like a five-year-old?”
Katsuki shut his mouth. He had no good excuse.
"Sorry." He mumbles under his breath.
Shouto took a slow step forward. “Oh? Now you’re sorry?”
Hikaru shuddered. “I don’t wanna be grounded…”
Shouto exhaled sharply, eyeing the two troublemakers before her. Then, she crossed her arms. “No cuddles for either of you until dinner.”
The horror.
Hikaru gasped. “Mommy, no!”
Katsuki scowled. “The hell?! That’s cruel and unusual punishment!”
Shouto tilted her head, unimpressed. “Then maybe you should follow the rules.”
Hikaru whined. “But—”
“No buts.” Shouto turned back to the stove, flipping something in the pan. “You can both sit there and think about what you’ve done. And clean your mess after dinner."
Katsuki and Hikaru exchanged glances.
This… this was a nightmare.
They had lost before the battle even began.
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Both Katsuki and Hikaru were exhausted.
After cleaning up their mess (under Shouto’s watchful gaze), eating dinner, and surviving the harrowing experience of no cuddles, they were bone tired as they trudged toward the bedroom.
Hikaru, being the little menace he was, wasn’t even supposed to be here—his room was down the hall. But just to annoy his dad, he deliberately walked right beside him, making it very clear that he was going to their bedroom anyway.
Katsuki side-eyed him. “The hell you think you’re doin’, brat?”
Hikaru yawned dramatically. “Dunno what you’re talking about.”
Katsuki scowled. “Your bedroom’s that way.”
Hikaru smirked. “Oh? I didn’t notice.”
Katsuki twitched. “Tch. You little—”
But before he could grab the kid by the back of his pajama shirt and throw him out, they both stepped into the bedroom—
And froze.
There, sitting on the bed, was Shouto.
Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, her expression soft as she gazed at them. She didn’t say anything—just held out her hands silently, palms open, as if asking for hugs.
She tilted her head slightly, a small, fond smile playing on her lips.
Both Katsuki and Hikaru just stood there.
Stared.
Then, as if possessed by the same instinct, they moved.
Hikaru bolted first, letting out a tiny “yay!” before launching himself onto the bed and right into Shouto’s arms. “Mommyyyyyy,” he sighed dramatically, snuggling into her warmth.
Katsuki, though far less dramatic, followed right after, slipping onto the bed and pulling Shouto into him, arms tight around her waist. His forehead pressed against her shoulder, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh.
Shouto chuckled, threading her fingers through Hikaru’s hair before rubbing Katsuki’s back gently. “You two look exhausted,” she murmured.
“We are,” Hikaru mumbled, voice muffled against her chest.
Katsuki grunted. “Brat kept trying to fight me.”
“I won, though,” Hikaru mumbled sleepily.
“Like hell you did.”
Shouto only smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Hikaru’s forehead before tilting her head and pressing another against Katsuki’s temple. “Mmm. My two troublemakers.”
Katsuki smirked against her skin. “Damn right.”
Hikaru yawned. “Mommy… I love you…”
Katsuki’s grip tightened. “Yeah… love you."
Shouto’s smile grew. “I love you both.”
And with that, all three of them—Shouto, her husband, and their sneaky little menace of a son—drifted off into a warm, peaceful sleep.
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Katsuki laid in bed, feeling the warmth of his wife and son pressed against him.
Shouto had already drifted off, her breathing slow and steady. Hikaru, too, had passed out completely, his tiny body curled up against Shouto’s side, one hand still gripping her shirt.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the brat.
No way in hell was he letting this kid steal his time with Shouto again.
With careful, practiced movements, he reached over, pried Hikaru’s tiny fingers off Shouto’s shirt, and—without making a sound—picked him up.
The kid stirred slightly, mumbling in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.
Katsuki smirked. Perfect.
Silently, he walked across the hall, into Hikaru’s room, and gently placed him on his bed. As soon as his tiny body hit the mattress, Hikaru let out a sleepy sigh, rolling onto his side.
Katsuki didn’t waste a second. He booked it back to their bedroom before the brat could wake up and try to sneak back in.
Once inside, he locked the door.
No interruptions. No brat. Just them.
With a satisfied huff, he walked straight to the bed and climbed in, immediately reaching for Shouto.
His hands found hers first. Gently, he lifted her right hand and brushed his thumb over her fingers before intertwining them together.
Then, without hesitation, he buried his face into her chest.
A deep sigh left his lips as warmth enveloped him. Finally.
Shouto stirred slightly, a small hum escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake. Instead, her body instinctively curled toward him, her free hand lazily resting against his hair.
Katsuki smirked sleepily.
Yeah. This was what he wanted.
No brat stealing his spot. No fights over who got to cuddle her first.
Just him, his wife, and the quiet, peaceful warmth that came with having her all to himself.
Not even five minutes had passed when Shouto stirred.
Katsuki felt her shift slightly, her fingers twitching against his hair as she let out a sleepy hum.
“Mmm… Hikaru?” she murmured groggily.
Oh, hell no.
Before she could fully wake up and realize the brat was gone, Katsuki tilted his head up and shut her up with a deep, slow kiss.
Shouto let out a surprised little gasp, but Katsuki didn’t let up. His lips pressed firmly against hers, warm and insistent, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek.
She melted almost immediately.
Her sleepy confusion faded, replaced by a soft sigh as she relaxed into him.
Katsuki smirked against her lips, taking his time, kissing her slow and deep, making damn sure she wasn’t thinking about anyone but him right now.
When he finally pulled away, her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“…Oh,” she mumbled, dazed.
Katsuki chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Not Hikaru.”
Shouto blinked slowly, processing, then let out a sleepy little chuckle. “You moved him, didn’t you?”
Katsuki smirked. “Damn right I did.”
She hummed, brushing her fingers through his hair lazily. “You locked the door, too?”
“Obviously.”
Shouto smiled, her hand sliding down to cup his jaw. “Sneaky.”
“Necessary.” Katsuki huffed, pressing his forehead against hers. “Brat’s been hoggin’ you for days.”
Shouto let out a soft, amused hum, brushing her thumb along his cheek. “Jealous?”
“Hell yeah.”
She chuckled again, closing her eyes. “Well… I’m all yours now.”
Katsuki grinned, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to her lips before pulling her fully against him.
“Damn right you are.”