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“Bullshit.”
Ochako rolled her eyes. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” she started, tossing a throw pillow to the floor, “I’m not on the admissions committee. I removed myself from anything to do with that department, so I don’t know.”
“Tch.”
She sighed.
“There’s no fucking way you don’t,” Katsuki goated, folding his arms as he leaned back in their bed. He narrowed his eyes at his wife.
“I don’t know if Kyo was accepted. I don’t know his exam scores.” She threw back the covers on her side of the bed. “The only reason I know what exam course he was assigned to was because he told us about it when he got home.” She plopped down into bed, tossing the covers over her legs.
He wasn’t buying it. “What was his score?”
“Oh my god-”
“He got the highest score, right?”
“Katsuki-” Ochako sat up a little straighter as she moved to be nose to nose with her husband. “Either you’re having comprehension issues from brain damage or-” It wasn’t unlikely. They both had endured their fair share of concussions. “Your hearing is finally starting to go after years of explosions blowing your eardrums. Or, or you are willfully ignoring the fact that I said I don’t know and are just trying to get on my nerves?” Ochako shot him the sweet smile she’d give the kids when they were on her last nerve, and she was doing her best not to scream.
He seemed to consider her words for a second. “Did he beat my record?”
Puffing her cheeks out, Ochako swallowed her scream of frustration before yanking the covers over her lap. “Good night, Bakugo,” she hissed, turning off the lamp on her nightstand before angrily letting her head flop down on her pillow.
“By how much?”
“I love you.” She did.
If she didn’t, she would have just floated him on the ceiling and gone to sleep on the couch.
“I love you so much.” She needed to remind herself again. It was endearing how excited he was waiting for Kyo’s admissions letter from UA, and Ochako couldn’t fault him for being anxious. It had been hard to separate herself from the situation. She wanted to ensure that Kyo made it to UA on his merit and by the names of his parents.
“So you should tell me if he got in?”
“Katsuki, I already told you that I recused myself from-”
“You’re telling me All Might or Aizawa hasn’t already told you?”
Well- “Good night, Katsuki.” It was impossible for Ochako to be completely out of the loop.
“I don’t fucking think so! Cheeks! Don’t ignore me!”
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“I hate you.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Kyo shrugged, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two cans of melon soda.
“Right,” Hotaru nodded with a snort, “says Mr. Top Score of the Hero Course.” He snatched the can from the table, shooting his friend a look of disbelief.
“The exam wasn’t that hard.”
Hotaru cackled, “I was number fifteen, dude.”
“You also got in,” Kyo added as he grabbed the bag of chips from the counter. “I also got into the Support Course.”
“You rank number one for that, too?”
“Yeah.”
Hotaru blinked.
Kyo popped a chip into his mouth before pulling the tab on his soda.
“You know, Otousan and Dad always talks about the infamous Bakugo ego, and I was pretty confident that particular gene had skipped you and gone straight to your brother, but,” Hotaru laughed as he pulled sat down at the kitchen table, “I think yours is showing now.” He playfully pointed at Kyo.
“I-” Kyo picked up the bag of chips and his soda, making his way to the table. “-didn’t go around bragging about how I was going to rank number one on the entrance exams, I just did.”
“Did you hear how that sounded just now?” Hotaru hummed, wrinkling his nose as he reached for the bag of chips. “Sounds a little braggy.”
Kyo rolled his eyes. “The Hero Course was my safety net in case I didn’t get into Support, anyway.”
Hotaru blinked. “Huh?”
Kyo nodded.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Hotaru paused, giving Kyo a critical look. “You don’t want to be a hero?”
“It’s not for me.”
“Well-”
“And just like the firstborn son drops the ball,” Hiro tutted as he strutted into the kitchen.
Mochi toddled behind him before running over to Kyo. “Oni-chan!” she squealed as he caught her and placed her on his lap.
“What did Kaasan say about eavesdropping?” Kyo questioned, cutting his eyes at his younger brother.
“You’re in the kitchen, asshole!” It’s a public space! Hiro sneered, dropping his backpack. “If you didn’t want me to know you failed the hero course exam, then you should have gone to your room to cry.”
“I didn’t fail.”
“You said you didn’t want to be a hero.”
Kyo blinked as Mochi leaned forward, making grabby hands at the bag of chips.
“The only reason you’d say that BS is cause you didn’t have the balls to pass!”
“I got the highest score, twerp,” Kyo sneered at his younger brother, “shattered the old man’s old record by a few points.”
“Bullshit!” Hiro whipped around to Hotaru.
Hotaru shrugged, nodding with a sigh, “It was like twenty-five points-”
“Twenty-eight if you wanna be exact,” Kyo smirked as his little brother seethed.
“Again with the ego,” Hotaru teased with a snort.
“Shut up.”
“Hold up! So you’re telling me that you not only passed the exam, but you rank first, and you’re about to pass up for-” Hiro gestured in front of him.
“Support.”
“To be a fucking lab rat?”
“Dare you to talk like that in front of Kaasan.”
“Dare you to tell our old man that you’re too much of a pussy to carry on the family legacy.”
Kyo frowned, flinching a little at his brother’s words.
“I mean, it’s probably for the best,” Hiro grinned as he snatched an apple from the basket on the table, “because once I get to UA, I’ll beat your record and I’ll make number one hero by the time I’m twenty.”
“That’s not how it works,” Hotaru frowned.
“It is. I’ve got a fifteen-year plan,” Hiro nodded, taking a large bite from his apple. “Don’t question me.”
Hotaru snorted.
“My point is that the old man is going to shit the bed when he finds out you’re making the dumbest career decision ever.”
“You’re giving me career advice when I check your homework?” Kyo retorted.
Hiro rolled his eyes, head flopping to the side dramatically. “Kaasan is a badass hero even though she’s a teacher. The old man is in the top five while running an agency that has like four heroes in the top twenty.”
Kyo shook his head, and his eyes widened, signaling his brother to continue.
“We were born into greatness, basically guaranteed to skyrocket in the ranks when he debuted.”
“My Tousan didn’t,” Hotaru remarked, waving a figure. “His tousan was Number One.”
“Yeah, and child abusing wife beater.”
Kyo looked at his friend. They all new about Endeavor, but Kyo wasn’t about to comment.
Hotaru shrugged, “He’s not wrong. I mean, dude’s kinda pathetic now, but like, that doesn’t erase all the crap he pulled.”
Kyo had only seen the former number one hero a handful of times. He would linger like a ghost at Umi and Hotaru’s birthday parties, wouldn’t say much, and seemed nice enough, but he knew that Endeavor wasn’t always a quiet old grandpa.
“Exactly, our old man isn’t a piece of shit,” Hiro reminded them. “We’re basically royalty.”
“Neptotism,” Kyo corrected.
“Please, I don’t need Kaasan to get me into UA-”
“I didn’t either.”
“-but I’m not stupid enough to give up the crown that is basically being handed to us. It’s not our fault are parents are kick ass, so I’m gonna take the victory,” Hiro pointed out, taking another munch from his apple, “and you’re pretty dumb if you don’t!”
“I’m number one for the support course, too.”
Hiro rolled his eyes. “Stupid fucking nerd,” he commented, shrugging before marching proudly out of the kitchen. “Big deal you know how to use a computer! The old man is gonna shit a brick! Especially since he wasted months training you when he could have been doing some real work!” he shouted.
Kyo frowned.
“He’s not,” Hotaru assured, trying his best to sound confident, “not everyone wants to be a hero, man. It’s not a big deal.”
“I wanna be a bunny!” Mochi chimed happily.
Hotaru nodded “See.” That was the best comment he could offer.
Kyo sighed, “Right.” He adoringly patted his baby sister’s cheek as he worried how exactly he was going to break the news to his father.
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“So,” Katsuki started casually, filling Mochi’s rice bowl, “how was everyone’s day?” He was obviously directing the question toward Kyo, who seemed to be intensely focused on his glass of water.
“If you want to know, just ask him,” Ochako snorted as she set out plates of stir fry for everyone, “please put your father out of his misery so I don’t have to.” She plopped down in her chair, giving everyone a merry grin and a nod.
“Easy for you to say when you already know.”
Ochako closed her eyes, inhaling through her nose. “You’re lucky the kids are here.” She pointed her chopsticks at him.
“Mama, not supposed to point,” Mochi gasped, waving her little hand to get her mother to stop.
“Yeah, Mama,” Katsuki grinned.
Ochako narrowed her eyes at him. “Later,” she mouthed before turning to Mochi. “Mama is sorry, Chichan.” She pressed a kiss to the top of her daughter’s head. “You are absolutely right. We don’t point our chopsticks at people.”
“So…?” Katsuki started, expectantly looking at Kyo. “Deku said that Hotaru got his acceptance letter.” He nodded slowly as he started eating.
Kyo looked at his father out of the corner of his eyes before looking back at his plate. “Yeah.”
“That’s exciting.”
Hiro coughed.
Kyo’s head snapped up to his brother.
Hiro smirked, letting his lips curl into a devilish grin as he shoveled in a mouthful of chicken.
“Yeah, um,” Kyo cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat, “he came over after school, and we were talking about our acceptance clips.” He hadn’t given much thought to how exactly he would tell his parents that he didn’t want to be heroes like them. But-
Kyo decided the best thing he could do was not make a big deal out of it.
Because it wasn’t.
Kids got accepted into high school every day
“Congratulations!” Ochako grinned, smiling proudly. “Sensei keeps asking me when he can talk to me about your exam.” She winked.
“What’d you score?” Katsuki probed. His spine straightened against the back of his chair proudly.
“One hundred five.”
“Damn,” Katsuki cursed, shaking his head with pride. He leaned back and threw an arm on the table. “How many of those were combat points, though?”
“That’s five hundred to the jar-”
“Add it to my tab.”
“-and your competitiveness is showing,” Ochako pointed out. “Just say congratulations.”
“Congralations!” Mochi parroted the best she could, happily.
“Eighty-one,” Kyo answered, feeling his stomach sink at his father’s pride growing.
“Amateur,” Hiro snorted, picking out a piece of chicken, “You wasted twenty-six points on rescue!”
“Twenty-four.”
“Same difference.”
Kyo narrowed his eyes at Hiro before turning to Ochako. “Why couldn’t I have been an only child? Well, the only boy. Mochi is fine.”
Hiro slammed his fist against the table. “Oi!”
“Having siblings builds character,” Ochako answered with a smile. “Also, I couldn’t imagine our family being as happy and as perfect without each of you.”
“I’m going to smoke your pathetic score when it’s my turn!”
“You know, if we really think about it,” Kyo started, slowly turning back to his little brother, “we won’t know how happy or perfect our family feels unless we try getting rid of someone. I vote we get rid of Hirowa.”
“I will cremate you!” Hiro challenged, pushing his chair back with a loud screech.
“Hey, hey!” Ochako yelled. “No death threats at the table.”
“So, can I beat his ass after dinner?”
Ochako closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
“See,” Kyo smirked, picking up his rice with a hum, “now you’re thinking it to. Don’t deny it, Kaasan.”
She felt her lips twitch, playing her amusement off as she licked her lips. “We talked about this! Save the sparring for the gym and the yard. Not in my house, not at my table. And Hiro, that’s five hundred yen to the jar for swearing!”
“Oh, come on!” Hiro whined dramatically. “That’s not even fair!”
“You know the rules! If you make the choice to use curse words, you add the jar.”
“The old man didn’t pay!”
Katsuki quirked a brow. “I don’t have my wallet on me right now.”
Hiro groaned, roughly pushing his chair away from the table to pay his fine.
“Maybe your new family won’t mind your cursing,” Kyo grinned as his brother stomped toward the jar.
“Tch.” Hiro plopped on the floor, yanking off his sock as he fished out some money. “Yeah, well, maybe your new family won’t mind you're stupid enough to choose being a lab geek over a hero.”
Kyo paled, chopsticks slipping from his fingers as he felt his parents’ glares. “You-” As far as he concerned, his life was already ruined. “-rat faced little fuck!” If he was going to have to endure the disappointment from his parents, he was going to make sure Hiro felt his wrath first. “I’m gonna fucking-”
“Whoa, whoa,” Katsuki coughed, raising an arm to block Kyo from rushing Hiro, “let’s take it easy!”
“He started it!” And Kyo was set on finishing it.
Hiro grinned from his spot on the floor. He leaned back, resting his hands on the tile as he batted his eyes. “Pretty sure you owe like two thousand to the jar, aniki.”
“How the hell are you gonna get a better score than me when you can’t do basic fucking math?” Kyo raged. “Now I owe two thousand, you moron!”
“Is it so much to ask that I have one day of peace?” Ochako sighed. She shook her head, pressing her fingers into her temples for relief. “Am I asking for too much?”
“Yeah,” Mochi chirped as she continued to eat messily.
“Right.” She shouldn’t have asked. “That’s what I get for wanting to sit down with my family for dinner.”
“Don’t call me a moron, moron!” Hiro fired back with a sneer.
“I wouldn’t have to call you a moron if you didn’t act like one!”
“Shut up!”
“How about we all stop talking?” Ochako decided, standing up to take control of the situation. She looked over at her middle child. “Hiro-”
“He’s the one bringing dishonor to the family name!” Hiro shouted, pointing at Kyo. “He’s gonna join the support course.”
Kyo felt his heart stop for a moment.
“No, he isn’t,” Ochako started firmly.
It was silly of him to think he had a choice.
“Kyo deciding to join the support course is wonderful, we couldn’t be prouder,” she paused, “and that wasn’t your news to share.”
Kyo looked over at his father, who was reaching across the table, wiping Mochi’s face as he nodded in support of what his mother had just said. “Wait?” He whipped to look at his mother. “What? You guys aren’t mad?”
“Why would we be mad?”
He blinked, dropping into his chair. “I’m not joining the hero course.” He looked at Katsuki. “I’m not gonna follow in your guys’ footsteps. Be a hero and own an agency and-” Why wasn’t he relieved? “You were so excited about the exam!”
“Because you were excited,” Katsuki told him, face softening as he shook his head. “Brat, we want you-” He looked at Mochi and Hiro. “-all of you, to be happy.” He got up, moving behind Kyo’s chair, placing his hands on his shoulders. “If support makes you happy, then we want you to do it.” Katsuki ruffled his hair. “You think we didn’t have an idea? You signed up for that exam, too.”
He had. “Oh.”
“We would have to literally carry you away from Jiichan’s sewing machines when you were smaller,” Ochako smirked. “And then when you joined robotics, you started incorporating tech into the stuff you sewed. We knew there was a chance you weren’t joining the hero course, Kyo.”
Kyo let out a breath of relief as his body sagged.
“And that’s okay. I’m sorry if we made you feel like we’d be upset if you didn’t enroll in the hero course,” Ochako apologized.
Kyo shook his head. “No-” He’d asked his parents for help getting ready for the exam for years at the suggestion from the middle school guidance counselor. “-I’m sorry, I really thought for a while I wanted to do it, but-” There was nothing wrong with being a hero, but he liked the aspects of support more. “-I just-”
“Oi!” Katsuki affectionately tapped him on the head. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation or an apology or any of that crap, brat. We’re proud of you.”
“Thanks.” It was silly to worry. “You know,” Kyo started, looking up at his father with a sly grin, “I ranked number one for that exam, too.”
“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki cheered, clapping his back before hooking him into a hug.
“Papa said a bad word!” Mochi tattled loudly.
“Pay up, old man! That’s twice now!” Hiro cried.
“Old!?” Katsuki snapped, looking at Hiro with mock offense as he playfully put up his fists. “Who the hell you calling old, brat?”
Hiro turned his palms up, setting up for a sprint before he rushed his father to start a round of play grappling.
“How about we just take the swear money from tonight and put it toward some dessert?” Ochako decided to pick her battles. “We need some celebratory dessert dinner, yeah?”
“Ice cream dinner!” Mochi perked up, bouncing in her seat.
“It’s Kyo’s choice,” Ochako informed. “We’re gonna celebrate his acceptance to UA.”
Kyo smiled, shrugging, “Ice cream it is.”
Ochako chuckled. She knew that Kyo would rather stop at a bakery for some custard or a slice of pie.
“Yay!” Mochi squealed, running out of her chair and bolting toward the front door.
“Tch,” Hiro scoffed as he trudged over, “you only said that because she’s a baby.”
Kyo laughed, hooking Hiro’s head into a gentle headlock as he dragged him toward the door. “Well, Mochi is my favorite sister, so-”
“Hey! You-”
“You're my favorite brother,” Kyo admitted, forcing himself to sound annoyed, “not like I have a choice-”
Katsuki laughed as he listened to the boys scuffling about the living room. “Hey,” he breathed, looking at Ochako, “you good?”
“I am.” She honestly was. “More than anything, I want the kids to be happy but-” Ochako whistled. “-his run was impressive. I’d be lying if I said the world wasn’t missing out.”
“Yeah.” There was a small part of him that was a little sad about his son taking a different path. Katsuki had enjoyed training with Kyo over the last few months to help him prepare. It has been a nice way to deepen their bond. “His run was really that good?” He couldn’t wait to see what the brat’s first patent would be.
Ochako reached for him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Sensei struggled to find any criticism.”
“No shit?” Well, damn.
“I shit you not.”
Katsuki smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You gotta put money in the jar, too.”
Ochako pushed him away from her and swatted at him, giving him a playful smack on the ass. “You first, old man,” she teased, sticking her tongue out as she ran out of the kitchen.
Katsuki growled, taking off after her as she squealed and joined the chaos happening in the living room.
End