First chapter is up now!
“Hey, wait. I know where I recognise you, now. You’re that journalist, the one who gets all the up-close pictures of heroes. What’s uh… Midoriya! Yeah, I’ve seen you at a few other emergencies in the area! Geez, I didn’t know you were old enough to be married with kids. I guess you have a young face,” the paramedic laughed to himself, then gave him some sort of good-bye wave as he turned towards the rest of the kids.
“Y-yeah,” Izuku nodded, blushing. He hated it when that happened.
However, his attention was quickly diverted from the man’s comments, when, looking up, he caught Katsuki’s ruby gaze from across the street. He was staring at him intently, like a puzzle he couldn’t figure out, but was very, very close too.
Izuku gulped and looked away, but then he heard Katsuki walking over.
“Why Daddy look sad?” Haruko asked, his little hand coming up to pat Izuku’s chin.
“Daddy’s just sad about your daycare burning down. Are you sad, too, Haru-chan?” Izuku diverted.
“Mm. Too tired,” Haruko said, letting his head fall on Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku chuckled bittersweetly.
“Uh, hey,” Katsuki’s voice called his attention upward.
“Hello,” Izuku said, taking in Katsuki’s singed costume and ashy hair. He smelled like fire and smoke, but the pungent smell of his sweat was there, too, causing Izuku’s memory to rush back years and years. His face was a little different, though. A little more mature and a little more subdued, perhaps.
“It’s my first day working since I got back from abroad. I didn’t uh… well, I guess it’s kind of a funny coincidence that you… are… here…” he struggled out, then coughed, clearing his throat. “I mean, I’m sorry about the daycare burning down.”
“Well, I’m just glad everyone got out safe. Especially…” Izuku looked down. Ah, this is the first time Katsuki’s going to hear the name of his own son. How sad, he thought to himself. “Haruko.”
“Haru-chan? Do you want to say thank you to Ground Zero?” Izuku interrupted him.
“Mm?” Haruko turned his head, his face lighting up a bit at the sight of the pro-hero behind him. “Thank you for say…saving me!” he said, in that exceedingly cute way toddlers talk.
“Aw, no problem, bud!” Katsuki smiled, patting the kid’s head. A flash of something went across his face as he touched Haruko’s hair, and Izuku bit his lip. It feels just like yours. I know. Fuck, I know.
“That’s what heros do, you know?” he said, pushing aside whatever emotion had just come onto him.
“I know. Daddy knows lots ‘bout heroes,” Haruko said. Izuku laughed, a little embarrassed.
“Oh? Is, uh, is this your dad?” Katsuki asked, pointing to Izuku.
“Mm-hm!” Haruko nodded.
Izuku rolled his eyes.
“You could’ve just asked, Kacchan.”