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musemilitia · 2 years

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Unpopular Opinion Time

I guess, this is an unpopular opinion given how much hate I’ve seen about this -- but I, genuinely, HATE the hatred the BNHA fandom has for Mitsuki Bakugou. And I’m not someone who likes saying the word ‘hate’ because it’s a strong word and I prefer to say ‘dislike’ instead.

And before I get anons coming into my ask box being like: “oh, you condone child abuse” or “are you condoning (physical / mental / emotional) abuse?” or some other bullshit in that vain.

The answer is: “No, no, I don’t.” And don’t try and put words into my mouth that I never said because that will be the quickest way for you to get blocked, or for me to turn off anon.

But I’m just sick and tired of seeing Mitsuki (and to an extent Masaru) being compared to being like Enji and / or Rei Todoroki. When yes, all of them weren’t great in how they handled parenting their children. (And I’m not even going to go into the can of worms that is the Todoroki Drama because that’s a whole other conversation. And if people want to hear my thoughts about that let me know.)

(there is also going to be some mention of manga events; so proceed with caution)

Anyway, back to the Bakugou Family, what I feel most people don’t / can’t seem to grasp is that MOST of the ‘abuse’ is just played up to be for ‘comedic effect’. (It’s like when Katsuki chucked his explosion head piece at Izuku and it stuck in his head. It was a moment done for COMEDY PURPOSES.. it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.) And think about it -- in EVERY situation -- where we’ve seen Mitsuki ‘smacking’ Katsuki upside the head; it is when a ‘more serious topic’ is happening. So we don’t ever really get to see what a ‘normal day-to-day’ relationship is between Mitsuki and Katsuki. Or just a normal day in the life of the Bakugou Family in general.

But also people constantly act like Katsuki is a submissive child and that he just lets Mitsuki yell at him -- when that’s not even the case.

Katsuki is NOT afraid to TALK BACK to his mom. Hell, he calls her “Old Hag” TO HER FACE because he’s not someone who will just SIT BACK AND LET SOMEONE INSULT HIM regardless WHO that person is.

And I even did some math work to figure out how old Mitsuki and Masaru would’ve been when they had Katsuki -- and both of them would’ve been in the early to mid-twenties. Mitsuki would’ve been about 22 and Masaru would be about 26. Meaning that, at least, Mitsuki would have been a YOUNG ADULT when she had her FIRST and ONLY CHILD. And that’s not even counting when Katsuki’s Quirk manifested -- which would have been when he’s FOUR YEARS OLD. Which bumps their ages up four years to determine how they were when that happened; Mitsuki being 26 and Masaru being 30.

So them being new parents to a child that happened to get a Quirk that was a PERFECT BLEND of both his parent’s Quirks put together? I mean, having a child that can cause literal explosions from the palms of his hands at will. Not to mention, Katsuki was an adventurous boy -- who would also get into fights with kids older than him. That sounds like it would be a nightmare for ANY parent(s) to do deal with -- much less FIRST TIME PARENTS!!

Especially since neither Mitsuki or Masaru were heroes in the first place. Prior to having Katsuki they were both in the FASHION INDUSTRY -- or, at least, Masaru was -- but given that we do know Mitsuki met him through work and was instantly in love. It’s safe to assume that she was also in the Fashion Industry as well.

But some signs IN THE CANON that show that Mitsuki actually genuinely cares about her son -- during the start of the Paranormal Liberation War; in a moment that has her, Inko, Rei, Natsuo, and Fuyumi all doing their normal day-to-day things; Mitsuki is drinking coffee or tea and looking at photo album that is labelled “Katsuki Memory”. While she has a peaceful smile on her face as she’s most likely thinking about her son. And more recently, Mitsuki is the one who comments about Katsuki ‘not being a fan of the rain’ while looking outside (and hearing the news) with a concerned, motherly expression.

If she in ANY WAY was actually abusive toward him, she wouldn’t have paid attention at all to know that he “didn’t like” the rain. Because abusers don’t tend to care about internalizing that shit. And if they do -- it is to use it to their benefit and not because they care about the person they are abusing.

And I’m definitely not leaving Masaru out of this because he could’ve done a bit more to calm things down in their household. But it also wasn’t easy for him given that Mitsuki and Katsuki share A LOT of personality traits -- and so if one of them triggers the other in anyway (whether that’s yelling, or name calling), the other person will blow up on the instigator. So getting a word out in that situation is definitely not an easy thing to do for someone who is more calm and level-headed like him.

Like I’ve said this to a few people now but I see my relationship with my mom (when I was a teenager) in how Katsuki and Mitsuki act toward each other. And that’s because; like Katsuki and Mitsuki, my mom and I have similar personality traits, and so we would often times butt heads with each other. The only difference is that I had a dad who would yell at me if I was getting out of line (which didn’t happen often) -- unlike Masaru with Katsuki.

But the main point I’m trying to make here is that -- yes, Mitsuki didn’t handle raising Katsuki in an “appropriate” manner, but I’m sick and tired of seeing so much hate for her. Or seeing people compare what she did to Katsuki to that of what Enji did to the Todoroki Family.

#long post cw #mitsuki bakugou #mitsuki bakugo #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #masaru bakugou #masaru bakugo #{ brizzy rambles (ooc post) }#{ bri's ranting fun; }

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fluffyferalkacchan · 3 years

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BNHA Headcanon #2: Kacchan is rich and the reason behind his feral gremlin resting face

Okay so it's one of my headcanon that Bakugou is actually quite loaded. Not a Todoroki or Yaoyorozu's level of rich but like highest of middle-class level or lowest of high-class or something.

If I had to list Class 1-A by how rich I think they are, the top 5 would definitely be something like this:

Yaoyorozu

Todoroki

Aoyama

Iida

Bakugou

Now something that had always seemed kinda off to me is if the Bakugou family truly were rich, would they have sent their son to that shitty public middle-school? And would Bakugou really make that comment about being a hero and reaching the highest tax bracket at the beginning of BNHA? (Like that part really, really bothered me, since Bakugou had never shown any inclination towards wanting money aside from that one sentence...)

But then I thought long and hard about Mitsuki's general personality and temperament and about probably neither Masaru nor her came from old money and it just clicked.

Like yes, it's absolute made sense to me that she would send Bakugou to the local middle-school instead of some "elite" private school. She probably thought that her son being surrounded by old money and entitled spoiled second-generation rich kids would make his personality even worse than it is.

I think her general philosophy towards Bakugou in his childhood was basically "I'll let you try anything you want to try. But if you want something you gotta work for it."

So when he was a kid, he'd get handed pocket money in exchange for doing simple chores around the house (outside of cleaning, 'cause "it's fucking common sense to keep your room clean and tidy, like hell I'm going to pay you for it!").

And when he started to get a little bit older like 10ish and the All Might figurines and goodies he wanted started to get beyond his means and he had not enough patience to wait for his birthday or Christmas to get them, he started to negotiate with Mitsuki for "higher-paid jobs" to do.

At that time she knew he wanted the limited edition golden-age All Might figurine, so she was planning on lending him some money in advance so that he could buy it, but before she could offer he'd already gone like:

Katsuki: Give me a task where I'd get more money, these suck!

Mitsuki, (internally super amused): And what do you a snot-brat like you can do, huh?

Katsuki, super offended: I can do anything you can do, you old hag!! Don't look down on me!

Mitsuki: Anything I can do, huh?

And that's how little Kacchan ended up in the middle of a photo shoot with newly designed Masaru's kid clothes on him, with Mitsuki behind him being like "Okay, go nuts."

She definitely thought that there was no way Katsuki would have been able to model, what's with his personality, lack of patience and general bratty resting face.... But turns out her son choose to wear that angry sewer gremlin face on daily basis and he was perfectly capable of looking cute, if not downright angelic when he wanted to. And apparently he really wanted that All Might figurine.

And so when the shot was done, he just trotted back to her with a super satisfied smirk "haha suck it old hag, told you I could do it, now hand over the money."

(That's how young Katsuki learned that modeling was way more lucrative than doing chores at home and decided that it was what he was going to do from now on. And that's what he did up to his UA years.

And this also where the tax bracket thing came from, 'cause Mitsuki kept going on how "Being a model is great, right?! So how about it, did you reconsider your future job? How about you be more like mom, huh?" And Bakugou would go like "Huh?! No way! Just you see, once I'm a hero I'll be even higher than you and the old man in the tax bracket, and I'll make you regret your life choice!!")

On their way back,

Mitsuki, poking teasingly at Bakugou's nose: You know that if you tried to look like you did back there on daily basis, instead of like a feral demon child dragged right from hell, you'd be even more popular.

Bakugou, scowling and swatting at the finger: No way.

Mitsuki, curiously: Why not?

Bakugou: Auntie Inko told me that I'd grow up to be really handsome.

Mitsuki: Well yeah. Since you look like me. So, what's wrong with that? You wanna be ugly?

Bakugou, scowling even more: She said that since I'll be so handsome, I'll grow up to be a really popular hero. But I don't wanna! Heroes are cool because they are strong, not 'cause they are handsome! And I'm gonna be the strongest!!!

Mitsuki, trying very, very hard not to laugh at that logic: Oh I see that makes sense. Want me to stop near the forest? I thought I saw some feral raccoons over there the other day, you can practice by imitating them or something....

Later on, when Mitsuki told Masaru about it,

Masaru: Dear, are you sure it's okay to encourage him like this?

Mitsuki, browsing through evil feral mask pictures to print out later for Bakugou as references: Huh? Yeah sure, don't worry. He'll probably outgrow it at some point.

6 years later and still counting....

Mitsuki: Well, shit.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #bakugou mitsuki #the chaotic bakugou household

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shutupandshipit · 3 years

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Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.12

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Chapter: 12/20

Previously <- Chapter 11: Solo

Chapter 13: The Innocence of Children -> Next

Chapter 12: Parents and questions they shouldn’t ask

Katsuki sat on the couch between his parents, eyes down as two men and a little woman he knew very well talked with his parents as if he weren’t there. Or maybe they were trying to include him in the conversation, and he just wasn’t paying attention. He hadn’t been doing a lot of focussing recently, all his attention put into wondering if Izuku was going to end up in the hospital all over again. If one day he’d wake up to Mitsuki telling him there had been an accident. If-

“So, what do you say?”

Blinking quickly, Katsuki raised his head to see Toshinori Yagi staring at him encouragingly, gaunt smile wide and toothy. He glanced to his parents, but they were also staring at him expectantly. Frowning, he muttered, “What?”

Aizawa Shouta was the one to answer this time, sitting forward to draw Katsuki’s attention to him. “Do you want to come train with us for the new generation of Yuuei skaters?”

His immediate, instinctual response was to shout, “Yes!” To accept without a second thought. But there were second thoughts that reared up as he opened his mouth to answer. Thoughts of Izuku in a hospital bed with so many casts and wires. Thoughts of Izuku with distant glassy eyes and his room smelling of heat gone wrong. Thoughts of Izuku smiling hollowly when Mitsuki forced him to go to the hospital and the little, ‘Sorry, Kacchan. At least you won’t have to deal with me on the ice anymore.’

“On one condition.”

“You make this sound like we need you, not the other way around,” Aizawa said, but his dark eyes were keen and curious as they surveyed him.

“On one condition,” Katsuki repeated, eyes trained on the man unflinchingly.

Sitting up straight, Aizawa shrugged. “What is it? Then we’ll decide.”

“My par- My ex-partner. I want you to give him the offer too.”

One of Aizawa’s eyebrows arched up while both of Toshinori’s shot to his hairline. Shuzenji smiled at him. “Midoriya Izuku? The one who got hurt recently?”

“He can come back from it!” Katsuki said, all vehemence as he leaned forward on the couch, “I’ll only agree if he does.”

Aizawa smirked. “Is he good enough?”

Katsuki didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

Standing, Aizawa nodded. “We were already considering him, but we appreciate the input. Now it’s all up to him to agree.”

Katsuki stared up at the older man, the older omega who might also be able to help Izuku. “He’ll agree.”

…..

"You want me to what?" Katsuki gripped his phone tight to his ear in complete disbelief. His mother was insane. She was a fucking mad woman if she thought he had the time-

‘Don't take that tone with me, brat. It's been months since you've been home. We want to see you. We're having dinner with an old family friend. It'd be nice if they could see you too,’ Mitsuki said conversationally. There was a lot of banging and thumping going on on the other side of the phone, and he had to wonder what they were doing. He heard Masaru grunt and then yelp.

A little ways down the ice from him, Izuku had his own phone pressed to his ear, a frown tugging at the corners of his usually grinning mouth. He said something, short, simple.

"What the hell are you two even doing right now?" Katsuki finally asked, never taking his eyes from Izuku. He'd come across the first edition of a seriously old figure skating book in an antique store the other day. It was damaged and the owner didn't even realize what he had, and Katsuki had gotten it for barely 500 yen. He wasn't sure when he was going to give it to the nerd, but he wanted to do it soon. After Izuku's performance during practice the week before he felt he had even less time than before.

He felt like he could feel his chance with Izuku slipping away while he grappled desperately for the end of the rope.

Mitsuki hummed on the other side of the phone. ‘Your father is bringing in the Christmas tree so you can decorate it when you get here.’

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

Mitsuki was quiet for a long moment, and it took Katsuki longer to realize it was because he'd called her 'mom' and not 'old hag'. He held back a curse, refusing to acknowledge the slip. After a moment, she cleared her throat.

‘Just come home and spend time with us tomorrow. We're not asking for a week. We're not even asking for a whole day. Just dinner with us and some friends.’ Her voice had softened, a tone he hadn't heard from her in what felt like forever. The last time he could remember was the day he'd had to help Inko get Izuku to the hospital. She'd been so soft, and she'd held him close while he struggled to breath through his panic.

"Yeah, sure," he finally muttered, holding Izuku's eyes when he glanced at him.

‘And Katsuki?’

"What?"

‘Is everything alright?’

Inhaling slowly and finally dropping his eyes, trying to keep that memory from coming further to the surface, he muttered, "Yeah. Everything is fine."

‘Good. See you tomorrow. Your dad and I love you.’

"Sure, yeah, love you too." She hung up the phone, but he didn't drop it. He took several more moments just for himself, counting his breaths and grounding himself in the feel of his blades on the ice. He was fine. He was fine. He. Was. Fine.

Dropping his phone, he looked back at Izuku again. The omega was watching him curiously, expression open and receptive.

"What was that about?" Katsuki asked, indicating the now silent phone in Izuku's hand.

"Oh, Mom wants me to stay over tomorrow night since she hasn't seen me in a long time." He bit his lip, glancing away from Katsuki for just a moment. "I know we're in the middle of training, and we've still got a lot of work to do-"

Katsuki didn't let him finish, partly because he could already see his parents' poorly laid out plan, mostly because he could see much how much Izuku wanted to see his mother. "Go. We've still got practice in the morning. Skipping one night won't make that big of a difference."

The explosion of Izuku's smile across his face almost rocked Katsuki back. "Thanks, Kacchan, it'll be really nice to see her again!" There was a very definitive, but significant pause before Izuku continued. "Was everything alright with your call?"

"Yeah, just my parents wanting to see me too." Katsuki could see the relief wash over Izuku's face and straight into his scent. The eerily clean smell had gotten stronger over the passed weeks, and Katsuki hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask Izuku what the fuck he thought he was doing. He'd been saying it for weeks now that he wasn't Izuku's mate. He wasn't entitled to information like that even if he only wanted to protect the omega. Izuku didn't owe him anything, and he wasn't going to pretend like he did by demanding answers from him.

He just didn't want Izuku to get back to that precipice again. He hoped Izuku knew after all these years where that line was.

"It’s so weird that they lined up the days! But then again, our moms have always been kind of scary like that."

"Yeah, what a coincidence," Katsuki said in a monotone because Mitsuki would at least get to see one surprised face. His wouldn't be it though. Pressing play on his phone and pushing away from the wall, he held out a hand to Izuku. "Let's go again before the cleaners come to kick us out."

They hadn't gotten Izuku's feet off the ice yet, but each day, Katsuki felt them getting closer and closer to that moment. He felt like that would be the tipping point. Once they could trust each other enough to perform their tricks is when everything would really start to happen. He fervently hoped for that day to come soon.

"Yeah!" Izuku accepted his hand, but sprinted forward towards center ice, dragging Katsuki along.

…..

Izuku used the spare key to open the door to Inko's apartment. Something in him told him that he should knock, that this wasn't really his home anymore so he didn't have a right to just go inside.

'You have a home with someone else,' his omega whispered traitorously, 'The alpha with the gifts.'

He shook his head and forced himself through the door. 'You're being completely unreasonable,' he shot back, and he knew if he could see his omega, it'd be turning up its nose at him, 'Rude.'

Out loud, he called, "Mom, I'm home!"

Inko bustled around the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, smiling ear to ear. "Welcome home, baby! It's so nice to see you again!" She hugged him tightly, squeezing him until he wheezed out a breath. When she pulled away though, her nose was scrunched up. "Izuku, I thought the doctors told you to stop taking suppressants."

"I'm not," he lied immediately, and flinched when her eyes flashed.

"I've known your scent since I gave birth to you, and I've also known your scent on suppressants since you started taking them when you were twelve. Don't lie to me." Her face grew worried, voice softer. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

Sighing, Izuku hugged her again. "I know, Mom, sorry. I just hate talking about it. They said I could finish my prescription, and then wouldn't fill it again. It's alright."

"I don’t know, baby, maybe you should just throw them out." Izuku's system immediately rejected that suggestion, and he had to swallow down the growl that rose in the back of his throat. "It would be best if you just started looking into options to help you during your heat since it's going to be more intense this time. I can ask some friends-"

Heat shot up from beneath his collar, thinking about the toy he'd bought at the sex store with Uraraka and Kaminari. The clerk had suggested it for difficult heats. Knotted at the base with an insertable vibrating bullet that could also be used on its own… It had come out most nights since he'd bought it, and it had helped along several lewd fantasies. He did not need nor want anyone else's assistance. One toy was good enough.

"No!" he exclaimed too quickly, "I'll be fine on my own. Thanks, Mom."

Pulling away, Inko sighed. "Well, go put your things away and get ready. Dinner will be ready soon, and our guests will be here soon too."

Stepping around Inko and into his old bedroom that had been converted into a guest room, but still held everything he'd left behind, he asked, "Guests? I didn't know we were having people over tonight." As he turned, there was a knock at the door. Loud and abrasive and mildly rude with the force of it.

“I’ll get it. Go ahead and change,” Inko said with a wave of her head. She didn’t open the door until he was already tucked away in his room.

The voices that filled the living room sounded vaguely familiar from behind the door, but he wasn’t paying too close of attention to them. Instead, he thought of Katsuki’s hands on his waist from that morning as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, and he thought of what Katsuki might actually feel like instead of the toy he’d been using as a substitute. He swiped on a new layer of deodorant and scent blockers. He pressed his shirt to his nose when he was done, and caught the fading scent of the alpha, allspice and cinnamon and something Izuku would have gladly eaten.

Katsuki’s scent calmed an anxiety deep in his chest that he hadn’t even realized had been building. The tight ball in his diaphragm eased, and suddenly it was easier to breathe.

Shaking his head, Izuku threw the t-shirt in his bag and went to find the shirt and slacks his mother had no doubtedly set out for him. Once he was dressed and presentable, he stepped out into the living room and immediately stopped. Standing in the entryway with his mother and father, Kastuki endured a thorough greeting from Inko.

Izuku swallowed thickly, eyes skirting over the tightness of Katsuki’s shirt beneath his heavy down jacket and the sinful curve of his legs in darkly expensive jeans. His mouth watered.

He didn’t have a chance to say anything before crimson eyes flicked to look at him. “Nerd,” Katsuki said as way of greeting. He held a nondescript paper bag in one hand tucked close to his side.

All attention swung to him, and then Masaru and Mitsuki were on him. Mitsuki hugged him close, ruffling his curls and completely disarranging his ponytail.

“Bathroom?” he heard Katsuki ask Inko, and her responding laugh.

“Oh, Katsuki, you know where our restroom is. You don’t have to ask.”

Katsuki eased around the cluster of Izuku and his parents with the brown bag in tow. When he returned, the bag was missing, but Izuku had been corralled at the dining room table and couldn’t go in search of it.

Dinner was… nice. It was really nice actually. An hour passed in relative peace. Inko, Mitsuku and Masaru chattered and ruminated about how long it had been since they’d all gotten together and when Izuku and Katsuki had been younger. Izuku and Katsuki did their best to ignore their parents as they debated patterns and color choices for their costumes. They were scrolling through Izuku’s phone for inspiration when someone cleared their throat.

They looked up at the same time, and Izuku realized just how close they’d been. “What, old hag?” Katsuki snapped in lieu of the silence that had begun to creep in, sitting back into his chair.

Inko and Masaru were smiling gently at them while Mitsuki was smirking knowingly. Izuku felt himself growing hot around the collar as they stared and stared and stared.

“So, when were the two of you going to tell us that you were partners again?” Mitsuki asked all accusation as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair, mimicking her son, “I had to learn from the news of all places. You didn’t think to tell us? Maybe that we even deserved to know?”

“We don’t owe you shit,” Katsuki said more evenly than usual, and Izuku thrilled at the use of the word ‘we’. It had been so long since they’d been a ‘we’ instead of ‘Izuku and Katsuki’. “Why would we have told you?”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes spectacularly. “I don’t know, so we could congratulate you two, maybe?”

“You two started out as partners,” Masaru said in that calm, gentle way of his, “and it’ll be really good to see you two skate together again. You’re great on your own, but you’re at your very best together.”

“That’s great, but I’m still missing where it was any of your business or where you get off demanding the information,” Katsuki responded though his tone had gone soft around the edges.

Instead of responding to Katsuki’s barb, Mitsuki chirped with a wicked grin, “When can we expect you to start properly courting?”

Izuku felt himself flush as readily as he saw Katsuki flush, eyes darting to his father before back to his mother.

“Are you high, old hag?” Katsuki shouted.

Izuku jumped up. “Bathroom!” he called, but pushed into his bedroom instead and closed the door. He slouched against it with closed eyes, thankful that his heart was beating so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear their voices at all. He breathed for several long moments until the rush of blood had quieted. When he opened his eyes again, there was a brown bag with small twine handles sitting on his desk.

Eyes widening, he shoved away from the door and cautiously peaked over the edge of the bag.

Right on top was a sealed pouch with a label on the front. Instead of reading the label, he plucked up the pouch and peeled it open. Summer apples and apricots tickled his nose with the sharper tang of black tea, and he inhaled deeply as he stared down at the herbs. He wasn’t much of a tea drinker, but the colder the weather grew and the higher the snow piled, the more tea he tended to drink. This was just the flavour he tended to gravitate towards as well. A mouthful of summer with every sip. Taking another deep breath, he sealed the pouch back up and set it aside.

Next, he pulled an old battered book out. The cover was tattered and faded, the image that had once decorated the front barely visible at all. When he flipped open the cover, he was distracted by the well loved softness of the pages. It was only when he finally read the title page that he nearly dropped the book. He buried his face against the page and clenched his teeth against the squeal that threatened to spill from his lips. In that moment, all he wanted to do was sit on his floor and read every single word held between the covers.

Instead, he reluctantly set it aside and dug out the last item in the bag.

The longest and softest scarf he’d ever felt unfurled in his hands. It was forest green just like the gloves and beanie he’d been gifted with little white bunny motifs along each end. When he pressed it to his nose, it smelled overwhelmingly of Katsuki, like he’d taken the care and time to properly scent it.

‘They’ve been from Kacchan. They’ve been from Kacchan. They’ve been from Kacchan. Everything-’

‘Gifts from alpha! Courting! Alpha cares! Courting!’ his omega raved, running ecstatic circles in his chest.

He buried his face in the fabric, grinning like a fool. ‘He’s been courting me,’ Izuku thought tenderly, tears pricking hot at his eyes, ‘Why wouldn’t he just give them to me face to face?’ But he knew the answer to that. With their history, he would have done the same as Katsuki if their roles had been reversed. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he just breathed in Katsuki and his new found knowledge. The only place he would have felt warmer would have been right on the edge of a fire.

Someone knocked lightly at his door. After a silent moment where Izuku prayed they’d just go away, Inko said, “Izuku, come back out? We’re about to have dessert.”

With a heavy sigh, Izuku dropped his hands. “Okay,” he called, carefully folding the scarf and placing it on top of the book. He couldn’t help his grin when he stepped out to the dining room again. The conversation had calmed, and he took his seat where Katsuki seemed to be fuming, cheeks rose red in his irritation. Izuku considered reaching over, putting his hand on Katsuki’s thigh, taking his hand, but knew that wouldn’t be well received.

Instead, he nudged Katsuki’s calf with his own.

Katsuki shot him a wounded glare. “You left me here to fend for myself,” he hissed.

“Sorry.”

After another hour of easier banter, the Bakugous stood and started to gather themselves up. Mitsuku and Masaru thanked Inko for the dinner. Hugs were exchanged as goodbyes were given, and Izuku couldn’t rip his eyes away from Katsuki.

"Oh my fuck, stop looking at me like that. If you want to hug me, just hug me already, nerd," Katsuki snapped, eyes narrowed at Izuku.

He had his arms wrapped around Katsuki in the next instant, squeezing him tightly as Katsuki’s own arms settled around him tentatively. They could skate for hours in each others arms, but they could barely exchange a proper hug, and that both humored and incensed Izuku. When he finally pulled away, he was smiling widely. Their parents waited on the other side of the doorway, still chattering away despite the freezing cold. “Thank you for the gifts, Kacchan, I really loved them.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Katsuki muttered, tugging up the edge of his scarf to cover his mouth and not meeting Izuku’s eyes.

Izuku didn’t let that deter him, smile still firmly in place. “Okay, Kacchan, see you on the ice tomorrow.”

Katsuki glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he turned towards the door, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

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