Katsuki had so many things she wanted to do. Dying really put your life into perspective and frankly, her list of skills and hobbies she had Before had been lacking. Now, though? She was going to learn so many languages. Drums? Hell yeah!

One thing she was struggling with was knitting. It turns out chubby little toddler hands weren't perfect for fiddling. Katsuki's lack of talent didn't stop her though, and now her room looked like it had been attacked by a wool wielding villain.

Look, Izuku's 4th birthday was only a few months after hers, and she wanted to make him a scarf. Did she go overboard? Absolutely. Was it expensive? Definitely. Did she have to pay for it? Hell no. Being a kid again was great.

Currently, she was trying to make an All Might themed scarf, which involved knitting three different colors together and was trying her admittedly minuscule patience. Katsuki was of the opinion knitting patterns were for losers, and consequently had several very wonky looking scarves and half-finished projects.

At least she could justify it by pretending that she was training her hands to use her quirk once it finally manifested.

...Katsuki really wanted some rainbow thread. Time to get her dad and go to the store again, she supposed.


The local crafts store was a quaint little shop ran by a quirkless old lady and her daughter. It could have been described as cozy but was far too cramped for anyone to move around in without bumping into other customers. Her dad had forgone entering and was waiting outside for Katsuki patiently.

She was busy looking at purple chunky wool and debating the merits of buying it when she noticed him.

Is that Aizawa?

Katsuki blinked, and covertly glanced at him.

That is absolutely Aizawa.

He looked young, she supposed. Katsuki wasn't really sure what he was doing in a tiny little craft store at three in the afternoon, but he seemed to be looking at buttons shaped like cats. She giggled.

Oops. Hopefully, he didn't notice that.

He did. Katsuki was a toddler though, and toddlers weren't known for their social graces. Thankfully, he didn't do more than blink at her while she decided to forgo the purple in favor of the rainbow she had originally come for.

Toddling to the counter, she stood on her tiptoes and gave the little old lady her purchase to scan.

Paying, she gave one last glance at Aizawa, waved at him, and left the store.

Taking her dads hand, she excitedly told him about the cat man. Katsuki was young after all. She deserved to act her age once in a while.


After that, she kept bumping into him at the craft store. They never spoke, but Aizawa and also, sometimes, a guy she was pretty certain was Present Mic – that hat was fooling nobody – seemed to shop at the store around the same time each week. She made it a habit to smile and wave at them. Getting in their good graces early could only be a good thing.


After Katsuki's first visit, going round to the Midoriya's almost became part of her daily schedule. She didn't really want Izuku around her parents because of their many, many child-unfriendly practices. If Izuku started swearing Katsuki would probably lose her shit.

Anyway, their days were filled with park visits and All Might videos on "Metube". Katsuki had even discovered that Vine had existed at some point in the past, albeit under an even weirder name than whatever the google knock-off had going on.

For all the differences, there were far more similarities, her favorite of which was the Star Wars movies. Getting to watch them in Japanese with Izuku was frankly the best time of her life. There was something about watching them with someone who didn't know the plot twists that was really, really fucking funny.

Movies were Katsuki's lifeblood, but documentaries were Izuku's. Anything from superheroes to dinosaurs the boy would jump on. Katsuki even had to steer him away from the ancient alien ones, lovingly translated to Japanese by some vengeful deity. If she ever saw another one of those alien fucking pricks, she was going to lose her goddamn mind.

Still, aside from a few mishaps – Revenge of the Sith, which caused a massive sobbing fit between both of them, followed by an intense lightsaber battle using hastily sharpie'd toilet paper rolls – Inko seemed to be happy with them taking over her living room.

The kitchen was very firmly Inko's domain, however, after a slight accident involving pancake batter and sprinkles. Never let it be said that Katsuki was willing to let her tiny chubby hands stop her from attempting dangerous shit. Izuku just seemed upset that he couldn't eat her pancakes.


For Katsuki's 4th birthday Izuku and Inko were invited to her house for the first time. Despite her worries, Izuku didn't seem any closer to learning how to say fuck, so things were going swimmingly.

What was not going swimmingly, however, was trying to control her goddamn fucking quirk which went off seemingly at random and resulted in a slightly melted slice of birthday cake.

Katsuki hadn't quite worked out how to stop it from doing that yet, and Izuku was so enraptured and excited that he grabbed her hand and almost melted his own damn face off.

Inko thankfully stepped in, reminding him that he needed to be careful before Katsuki could get around to sobbing all over him. She sobbed into her cake instead.

(Her dad quickly took a picture for future blackmail purposes, presumably. Lord forbid she ever bring home a boyfriend.)

4th birthdays were considered to be important milestones which resulted in an obscene amount of presents from Katsuki's parents, and a lovely hand-drawn All Might card from Izuku. Inko even got her a book on pancake recipes.

The main present from her parents, however, was in a small white envelope.

Her name change had finally come through.
香月, pronounced the same as her old one, but with different kanji.

She finally got the 'moon' that she had wanted.


Her name is a feminine form of Katsuki. The first Kanji 'ka' mostly means fragrance or incense, but there are a few lesser used meanings especially if you take into account other languages using the same writing system. The second Kanji means moon and it is what she thought the 'tsuki' in her name meant originally.

This took me quite a while to write, and the chapter is a little shorter than I'd like. Sometimes I wish I could get a machine to write for me.

You can find me on tumblr at overhaules. Thanks for reading x