Fireworks
Explosion 03: You Deserve it
WARNING: No beta and the Bakugou women's mouth
Mitsuki power walked towards the principal's office, uncaring that her expression was scaring teachers, parents and children alike. Her aura of imminent violence and her glare had them all scrambling to give the platinum haired woman a wide berth as she stomped and cursed her way to the office.
"That child, really? At the first day of fucking elementary school too! Oh, why does she have to take after me so much? It's okay if she only inherited my glorious looks but it would have been wonderful if she has Masaru's attitude too. Not including that quirk of hers." She grumbled all to herself.
Reaching the door where the sign 'Principal's office' was hanged, she opened it with a bang, startling the Principal, a dog-eared Mother – oh, and isn't that their agency's new employee – and a child who was at least nine years old. Katsuki only gave her one brief look in acknowledgement before coming back to glare at the cowering kid who had his tail tucked between his legs.
The poor kid let out a fucking whimper and his Mother, Zasshu Karen or something, tugged him closer to her, the both of them sported bite marks, scorch marks and bruises. The woman specially has what could be turning into a glorious black eye.
(Mitsuki noted the scratch on her Katsuki's left cheek along with a red hand print that swallowed her entire left side.)
"Katsuki! What the fuck did you do?!"
The principal sighed tiredly.
"I'm sorry for calling you here urgently Bakugou-san, I know that you're quite a busy person with work and with the poor child" He wilted under her glare, nobody calls her still recovering son – adopted or not – a 'poor child'. "b-but the main reason why I called for you here is because Bakugou-chan here, refuses to apologize to the Zasshu family for hurting them and says that she refuses to talk until you are here."
Mitsuki came over to swat her daughter's head, but the little hellion was too good and dodged her blow.
"Relax Kaa-san, I didn't do anything wrong." Katsuki's glare abated when she looked up at her. The red eyes that were inherited from Mitsuki stared back at her with honesty.
(Since when did her Katsuki ever be anything but be brutally honest?)
"What?!" A shrill voice that sounded like a whining dog came from the other woman in the room. "Look at what you did to me and my Ryoushi-chan! You call this right?!" She gestured at her blackening right eye.
Katsuki's head whipped towards the woman, the glare in her red eyes made it clear whose daughter she was, then in a blink, it morphed into a sweet sparkling smile that made the Mother-Son duo cringe away.
If it weren't for the situation, Mitsuki would have applauded her daughter with pride.
"I don't see anything wrong Ms. Zasshu, your face still looks the same to me. If anything, I just matched it to the other eye, as they say, symmetry is beauty."
And yes, there was a 'spot' on the woman's left eye to match the right black eye.
Damn that was savage.
She bit her lower lip to keep herself from smirking so instead, Mitsuki took another swipe for her daughter's head, again, not hitting home.
"W-What? You little mons― Have you no shame child? Your mother is right there!" The woman pointed one manicured finger at Mitsuki and Mitsuki have a massive urge to break it and take off her nail extension.
She doesn't like getting pointed at, specially by Karens that doesn't know how to name her son right.
(She literally named her child 'Hunter' and right now, her son looked more like a cowering prey.)
"Are you saying that this is how she brought you up?!" The woman's voice became even shriller and the principal obviously winced at the annoying sound.
"Now wait a damn second you―"
BOOM! BOOM!
"Don't fucking point your finger at my Kaa-san you bitch!" Katsuki stood up from her chair abruptly, making it fall down behind her, her little clenched hands popping every now and then.
"Katsu―"
"And that!" Now the woman is pointing at Katsuki, her large brown eyes in a glare. "Using your powerful quirk to your advantage to hurt somebody like some villain! Oh Mitsuki, it must've been so hard for you." The Karen woman had the audacity to look at her with pitiful eyes and oh my fucking God, Mitsuki had never had the greatest urge to kick a dumb dog than she has now.
And since when did she give this woman to call her by her name and to call her daughter a motherfucking villain!
But still, Mitsuki had to grit her teeth and bear with it, since Katsuki was in the wrong and the one who caused damage here.
"Katsuki, apologize to them."
"Hell no."
The principal sighed yet again. He must've been tired dealing with her stubborn daughter who had probably said the same thing before she came.
Mitsuki just really wants to get away from here and go home, there's still paperwork and designs that she has to look at lying at her desk where she left them in a hurry after getting the call to come here. Plus, if she stays here longer, she might lose her patience and start kicking the smug dog right across the room.
Mitsuki clamps a hand at her daughter's head and forces her to bow.
"Just apologize damnit!"
"Never!"
"Why are you being so stubborn?! Just apologize already!"
"I won't! I did nothing wrong!"
"Bakugou Katsuki, if you don't apologize right this instant, I won't let you―"
Mitsuki was cut off yet again at the sound of sniffling and Katsuki's shaking body.
"N-No! Never!" She ducked away from her grip and faced her.
And oh man, her little girl was crying! Katsuki was never one to cry after the event where she was a few months old. Her little girl was never much of a crier even when she tripped or hurt herself. Katsuki always stood tall and proud for a girl her age.
That look was a punch right in Mitsuki's non-existing nut-sack.
"I WOULD NEVER APOLOGIZE TO THE PEOPLE WHO CALLED MY MOTHER A BITCH AND A SLUT! EVEN IF YOU GROUND ME AND NOT LET ME SEE IZUKU, I WOULD NEVER EVERAPOLOGIZE!"
Her little daughter's outburst didn't register right away. But when it did, Mitsuki's head whirled and glared – the principal looks particularly faint – at the gob smacked mutt duo.
(Zasshu literally translates to mutt or mongrel, very fitting if she do says so herself.)
"Care to explain what my daughter just said?" Mitsuki said calmly.
"Wha―ah! Your daughter is saying things that she doesn't understand! I n-never said anything like that!" God, her voice got even shriller! Mitsuki bets that if she screamed any louder the bitch would break all the fragile shit in the schoolgrounds.
Mitsuki's hand settles on her daughter's shaking shoulder, she reels her in closer to her.
"Are you calling my daughter a fucking liar? My daughter are many things but she is not a liar. When she says it, she fucking means it."
And is that not the truth. For all the five years – going six next week – with Mitsuki and Masaru had been raising their daughter, they were quick to note that Katsuki had never uttered a single lie to them. If she accidentally breaks something, she tells them it was her, if she was the one who fucking blew up their new couch, then she would tell them and fucking tell them why she fucking blew it up because apparently, it was shitty and too fucking soft and kept sucking her up when she sits on it.
Katsuki is a very honest kid, never had she ever uttered a lie as far as Mitsuki knows.
(The principal felt that he just disappeared in their eyes, but he was thankful for that, he's getting too old to be dealing with this.)
"D-Do you have any proof that I'm lying? Would you believe her words just because she's your child? We all know how children when backed to a corner! My Mitsuki, didn't you tell me you like things that are fair?" Bitch said in an obvious mocking tone, flicking her ugly ass bleached bob cut, an attempt to look young and cute.
It would have worked if her skin wasn't so fucking dehydrated that Mitsuki would believe her skin feels sandy as fuck if Mitsuki touches it.
This bitch!
Mitsuki was about to march over and detach the Bitch's too big Chihuahua ears off her head when a tiny took hold of her hand.
She looked down and saw a smirk painting her daughter's face.
It was a smirk of someone who had already won, one that states that a moron fell into her plans.
(She and Masaru had named their daughter appropriately unlike this Bitch. Her daughter rakes in the win no matter what the fuck it is. She is right to insist on 'Katsuki' despite it being a 'boy's' name, it doesn't help that the Kanji used were both from each of their names.)
Mitsuki couldn't help but reflect the expression, making the Bitch looked at her strangely.
"What? Are you saying that you are siding with you―"
"I do in fact have proof of both of you calling my Kaa-san names." Her smart little girl fished out the Edgeshot's limited edition official Shinobi pen out of her pants pocket.
It was a plain looking black pen that had cost them a fortune, and something her little baby had chosen as a prize for scoring highest in all her tests and all her extracurricular classes. Out of all the shiny, more interesting and colorful hero merch it was that damn plain looking pen she had chosen in the shop.
The only design on that expensive thing is the kanji 'Real Shinobi' written in white on the body of the pen.
Mitsuki still doesn't know why Katsuki wanted that thing and she has yet to figure out why it was so damn expensive.
"A pen? You're calling a pen proo―"
Katsuki twisted the pen's body thrice, revealing its very normal nib before clicking at the button at the top of the pen.
Surprisingly, a young whiny voiced filtered in.
"―ur Mom's a slut and a true bitch! My Mom said so! She said your mother was acting chummy with their boss and if you look anything like her, then she must be a saggier and uglier version of you!"
Then a raspy higher pitched but more pleasant voice screamed back, it was obvious it was her Katsuki.
Ah, so that's why that thing was expensive.
The voice audio continued with a few explosions and the sound of someone getting punched.
"Take that back you mutt! My mother is neither a bitch or a slut! I'll make you eat shit since your mouth spouts nothing but crap!"
A series of growls, punches, yells and explosion came from the recording, before the familiar ear-grating voice entered the soundscape.
"Ryoushi! My baby! You little bitch!" The sound of skin meeting skin came from the tiny but clear speaker followed by a barely audible grunt of pain.
It was obvious that someone had been slapped.
Mitsuki's eyes zeroed in on her Katsuki's scratched and swelling face, the only obvious injury that her daughter had sustained in the fight.
And basing on how it covers almost the entire left side of her face, it was also obvious who had done the job. A boy's hand couldn't be that big. She glared at the boy's hand for good measure and he shrunk in his mother's embrace.
Those are blunt, short ass nails if she saw one, but the bitch sure was sporting pointy ass nail extensions.
Something in her was starting to rise from the surface and Mitsuki didn't give a fucking damn if her nails are digging too hard on her palms. She just wants violence.
She wants to see and feel blood.
To get even more incriminating, the audio continued.
"What kind of monster is that bitch raising?! Oh, to get even worse, you even look like that slutty bitch, it makes my blood boil even more! As they say, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Don't you know that your mother is trying to seduce our boss! Clinging to Masaru-san like some needy prostitute, Masaru-san is just too nice to tell her to fuck off. Now,"
"Let go of me bitch!"
Mitsuki glanced down once again, and lo and behold, there was a bruise on her baby's left wrist. The fair skin slowly turning purple. Her metaphorical hackles were rising and Mitsuki couldn't help but to bear her teeth like a lioness preparing to haunt, her eyes turning sharper.
The red glow in them is not short of unholy.
The Bitch and the little son of a Bitch shook from their seats like damn Chihuahuas, tails tucked between their legs and ears reared back, head backed down, a sign of their fear.
"No! You're coming with me to the principal's office and then apologize to me and my Ryoushi baby."
The recording ended with a click and the principal looked like he was so done with this bullshit but at the same time incensed at the stupid Bitch.
But so is Mitsuki.
(Though really, the old geezer should have asked for the story first rather than forcing her daughter to apologize. But with how disheveled the Mutt family was, it was easier to jump to conclusion. Mitsuki did the same, and she's fucking kicking her own ass for it. She would let him slide. For now.)
"Masaru," Her voice held calmness that belied her angry exterior. "Is my husband."
Bitch looked at her incredulously and opened her damn mouth. "What are you talking about Mitsu―"
"That's Bakugou Mitsuki to you, you stupid dumb bitch, wife of Bakugou fucking Masaru and this little girl here, is our daughter, Bakugou Katsuki." She smiled and it wasn't a friendly one. "Do I have to spell it for you too? Because apparently, you don't even fucking know the names of your Bosses, Karen."
The Bitch kept opening and closing her mouth, her too wide eyes bugging out of her dumb little head.
Right on time, Masaru opened the door and looked around the office nervously. He seemed to recognize the bitch – and he discretely looked away quickly – but his eyes were only focused on their baby on her side and their baby's swollen scratched cheek.
"I'm sorry for coming late and excuse me for the intrusion." Masaru said quietly as he made his way to Mitsuki's side.
His first action was to kiss her cheek, knowing that she was currently furious. The gesture served its purpose to calm her down a little, she shot a smirk of satisfaction of the now gaping bitch. Masaru got down on one knee and scooped out their princess in his arms.
"Mama, I thought that Mister was going to be my new Daddy? Why is he carrying Bakagou?" The smaller Chihuahua asked in an honest to God innocent voice.
"What?!" This was the collective expression of the Bakugou family and the principal.
The woman blushed heavily under their scrutiny. Oh God, and oh fucking damn, how can someone be so fucking idiotic!
"The audacity of this bitch! Not only did you hurt my daughter! But you're also planning to snake away my husband?!"
Masaru seemed to short-circuit at what she just said.
"She did what?"
There's an unholy gleam that entered Katsuki's eyes as she placed both of her tiny hands on Masaru's cheeks and turned his head to face her.
Mitsuki was sure that Katsuki was raising her purple colored wrist on purpose.
And in the most innocent voice that she could manage, their little devil spoke.
"Papa, the lady over there and Ryoushi-kun," She pointed at the cowering bitch and her son. "called me a little bitch and called Kaa-san a slut and a bitch. She even hit me in the face."
Katsuki who's eyes were already red and teary from her outburst earlier, let a few more tears to fall.
Mitsuki was sorely reminded again that she tried to hit her daughter without knowing the whole truth. And from what she could see from her daughter's eyes right now, those tears were real and something her little girl was holding back from the very beginning.
It made her teary eyed as well.
The rising anger on her husband's eyes had reached its peak, his usual warm brown eyes darkened to the shade of compacted dirt. To be honest, Mitsuki had never seen her husband angry often, she could count with the fingers on one hand the times when he did get angry.
As one could already guess, he was the level-headed one in their relationship. Masaru was probably the kindest person – aside from Inko – that she had met in her entire life and has the longest patience to boot.
But a trigger had been made since Katsuki came to their lives.
As the saying goes, still water runs deep. And it's the same for Masaru's anger.
"Papa, what does he mean that you'll become his new Papa? Is that true? Are you not my Papa anymore?" The tears continued to fall and Masaru gently wiped them away as he smiled.
Mitsuki had enough, nobody hurts her daughter! And definitely no bitch is allowed to seduce her fucking man!
With Masaru's nodding consent as he reassured their crying daughter with whispered words, Mitsuki walked confidently across the room and slammed both of her hands at the bitch's cheeks. It was a resounding, satisfying sound that seemed to echo in the small room.
She did it on both sides of the Bitch's face, because as her daughter nicely said, symmetry is fucking beauty.
"That bitch, is for hurting my daughter and talking shit about me. And yeah, between the two of us, you're the slutty bitch here. Be grateful that you're getting out of here with only that. And this,"
She smacked her again with both hands.
"Is for even thinking of taking my fucking man."
The woman clutched at her redden handprinted face. She was crying and so was her equally idiotic son. He was plain confused and scared by the whole situation, like a puppy who didn't know what he did wrong. Taking pity of him, Mitsuki decided to become the better woman and faced the principal.
"Principal Sir, I think the issue here is done. Our family will be leaving first."
The old man could only nod, the poor sod looked like he aged ten more years after the whole altercation.
"Honey, can you carry Princess for a few seconds. I have a few words for Zasshu-san."
"Of course darling." Mitsuki cradled her daughter gently, rocking her tiny body like she had when Katsuki was still a newborn, like when she first came into their lives.
Masaru then walked towards the cowering mutt. Mitsuki couldn't see his expression seeing that his back was to her, but whatever it is, it had the Bitch looking like she has seen Death himself.
"Zasshu-san, the only reason that I'm not filing a case against you for assaulting my five year old daughter and slandering my wife is because your child needs you." His voice was as calm and as gentle as ever. "But once you've arranged yourself, please take your things from the office, and if you still do not get what I meant by that." He turned back casually and walked towards them with a smile.
"In simpler terms, you are now fired. Get a new company to hire you as their manager, Karen."
The three of them walked out of the office, like they fucking owned the place.
When they all filed into the car, Mitsuki didn't let go of Katsuki – who was now in peaceful sleep, all tuckered out from earlier – and had her sit on her lap with Masaru taking the wheel.
"Masaru?" Mitsuki started, her eyes solely on their daughter.
It was getting harder to not breakdown and cry at the moment.
"Yes Honey?"
"I love you and thank you for giving Katsuki in my life."
Tears just started to fall out of nowhere and she did her best to be quiet or have the tears not to fall on her sleeping daughter. Her sweet, sweet daughter who defended her and didn't let up because she knows she was in the right. Mitsuki feels a fucking pissed at herself for not trusting her little princess.
Katsuki had always been smart and mature for her age, quick to understand concepts that would otherwise leave a child confused. Mitsuki knows that for all her daughter's brash and crude nature, she's also sweet, kind warm, gentle and very thoughtful.
(How else would she still keep being friends with little Izuku despite how society looks down on the quirkless? How else would she cheer up a random old man – Makinoto-san – who she didn't even know and inspired him to continue doing his failing business? How else would she go so far for a very hurt boy who she didn't even know? To call said boy as big brother and convince them to adopt him because apparently, the boy wasn't as lucky as Katsuki to have them as parents. The last clause was something Katsuki said herself with teary determined eyes as she hugged one very confused injured boy.)
Her Katsuki just defended her and her first thought was to swat her little ass!
"Me as well Honey, me as well. I am so very lucky to have a woman like you ask me out that day and marry me. I love you both so much."
(That day was the start of Katsuki's pampered princess life, much to her dismay and horror. Even her newly minted big brother got on with the fucking Princess Katsuki ship quick after only an hour living in the same house. Though there was an initial six months of just them visiting him in the hospital and Katsuki doing her aggressive way of speedrunning someone's walls like an armored titan strapped in anti-everyfuckingthing uniform. That somehow worked like a fucking charm and now she's saddled with three avid diehard simps that would fucking die for her.)
(She fucking hates and loves her new life.)
As expected, Deku was five minutes earlier than the appointed time Katsuki had threatened him to show up.
So, she was already at the place ten minutes before her allotted time just because she can. It was a good thing her salon appointment didn't take that long, though Akagami-san won't stop gushing at her to get a photo to paste it on the salon's window because according to her, "You dear, would boost my little salon's sale just by having your face at the front of my shop. Besides, Mitsuki-chan told me you're going to be a hero, right? So, I want to get first dibs of your face in here so that I can say that I have had a hero as a customer. I'll even give this cut free, it's also a great plus that you have a pretty nice face to stare at and you've modeled before, right? So, what do you say?"
Katsuki agreed to have her picture taken so that the red haired woman would shut the fuck up and stop pestering her. Damn woman even threatened to lock her in the supply closet when she didn't answer three seconds prior to her questions, apparently, three seconds is a very long waiting time.
"Kacchan." Deku greeted as he sat on the chair across her.
Their go to table was in the right corner – if you're coming in from the entrance – close to the window at the back. The restaurant itself wasn't really that big and it looks no different from any family restaurants in Japan appearance wise. The tables were all rectangular-shaped that can fit three people and the seats were bench-like and all were in the color of earthy brown with dividing cubicle-styled walls for each to provide a sense of privacy. Makinoto's is as generic as it gets, but they do have the greatest Katsudon bowls in town according to Deku's research.
(Not to mention the crazy discounts that the old man who owns the restaurant would often give her when it strikes him.)
Speaking of Deku, the guy looked like he was runover by an isekaing truck but ended up being alive instead of being transported into another world. Katsuki could tell that he at least took a shower first before showing up, All Might probably run him ragged at the beach.
Katsuki could vaguely recall the junk-filled place that she watched on a flat screen a long time ago, and her morning jog confirmed it to her that she was right in assuming that it was the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park.
(Though it's hard to call it a beach when it looked more like a fucking junkyard nowadays.)
Though really, All Might needs to learn how to not be seen in public changing from buff American comic book styled super hero on jacked steroids into a fucking blood-spewing walking unpaid movie zombie extra that had the worst case of anemia and tapeworm.
Weren't they trying to keep it a damn secret?
Yeah, it's true that nobody passes by that place anymore, other than some assholes who dump their shit, but really? Shouldn't they be more discrete?
For a superhero who lives a double life, All Might is pretty shitty at hiding his secret. How he wasn't found out yet was either because of a plot hole or fucking ROA and their pals giving the man a full stock of luck.
(Said stock of luck would most likely stumble at some point to create a fucking landslide, because that's how Life wants to laugh at you for being ROA's lucky man.)
Katsuki clearly saw it – it, being All Might's convincing deflated balloon impression with fucking blood spray included – happen before her eyes while she was jogging by. And yes, Katsuki would admit to herself – not out loud – that she did it because she wants to see if Deku was able to get All Might to take him in as a disciple. Because you know, what if she screwed up his opportunity back then. Her memory of the show that she had watched was a faraway thing in her memories, buried under the current fourteen years of her life she has now.
All Katsuki is confident from her foreknowledge is that, both she and Deku would enter the hero stage, with the first step being a student of the prestigious Yuuei Academy.
Katsuki sure as hell don't want to screw up her best friend's chances to his dream. And if it's because of her being the reason why All Might didn't choose him, then she would be greatly upset with herself. She'll try to move on from it and then find a fucking way so that her friend wouldn't be left behind.
So, that's the main reason why she followed her friend when he got out of his apartment at four in the Goddamn morning. Just to check if she fucked up or not.
"You got a new haircut."
"Yeah, Toxic Muk made it unsalvageable."
For some reason, Deku looked guilty, his eyes glittered as he looked down apologetically.
"I'm sorry."
"Why the hell are you apologizing? It's not like it's your fault." His hair wilted even more, what the fuck?
Katsuki ignored it and just carried on with her explanation. "Besides, I need to cut it anyway. Shit was getting too long and it was getting in the way of training, a bitch to maintain and style too."
Deku sighed at her in exasperation.
"Kacchan, mind your language, we're in a family restaurant and there are children here."
"Why do you think I'm speaking in lower tones? I'm fucking trying my best here."
"Kaaaccchan~"
Katsuki smirked. "So, what do you think?" She ran her fingers through the silky short platinum blonde strands.
"You look great. It kinda makes you look like a, like a―"
"A hot dude?"
"Yeah. You've always looked like Aunty Mitsuki, but with that new haircut, I could see a bit of Uncle Masaru."
"Why thank you Deku, for confirming that I am in fact Pa's daughter."
"Kacchan, don't be like that, you know that I don't mean it like that."
"Kaa-san would kill you if she heard you say that, your cuteness be damned."
"I think I would still be safe if she heard me, I can be all clueless and wide-eyed. She'd probably hit you instead for explicitly implying that you might not be Uncle Masaru's daughter."
Katsuki just gave him a teeth-barring grin, showing her sharp canines. Noticing that a group of teenage boys and girls kept glancing at her from two tables over, Katsuki winked and smirked at their direction. She wasn't disappointed when they all flushed red and started whispering amongst each other while glancing shyly back at her.
Deku just sighed yet again.
"Well, so what if you're cuter than me. At least we can all agree that I have hotness that can transcend both genders. You should try it too sometimes Deku must be hard to be only labeled as 'cute'."
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you should really tone down the narcissism before it makes your head bigger than it already is Kacchan. I'm afraid it might fly away."
She let out a 'Ha!' at Deku's deadpanned face.
"Oh come on Deku, don't go sassy on me. You know that I don't care about shit like that too much. Just can't help," With a quick snap of her arm, Katsuki was pinching one of Deku's freckled cheek. "teasing ya. You're just too cute for your own good."
Deku delivered a glare, one that she can't help but compare to an angry guinea pig.
Bakugou Katsuki fucking giggles at the image her big ass brain provided.
The boy slaps her hand away with a pout. She giggles even more.
"You just imagined that I was some sort of tiny animal didn't you." Deku said with a flat tone.
"Guilty." Katsuki leans onto her chair and raises her hand to call on Rikana Shiba, the sleep-deprived university student who's a fairly new waiter.
He used to have a part-time job on the bookstore that Katsuki and Deku frequent. They were the ones who actually recommended him the job and recommended him to the owner. Apparently, bookkeeping makes him feel sleepy, so he's often scolded sleeping on work hours that's why he needed a new work where he wouldn't be likely to sleep on the job.
Once Rikana was standing at their table, the young man blinked his pearly looking eyes and yawned. The bags under his eyes seemed heavier than last time.
"What would you," Yawn. "like to order?"
"One Makinoto's Katsudon Meat Overload Special please and then one order of the Nineth Layer of hell Tantanmen topped with extra spiced Chashu please." Katsuki ordered without missing a beat. Deku could only mouth 'the nineth?!' at her with a horrified expression.
"Okay." Yawn. "One Makinoto's Katsudon Meat Overload Special and" Yawn. "One Nineth Layer of Hell Tantanmen," Yawn. "topped with extra and spiced Chashu."
"Yep."
The man's cloud-like hair bounced when he did a shallow bow. "Your orders should take a few minutes to arrive, what would you like for refreshments?"
"J-Just Iced water please, for the both of us."
"Very well." Rikana said politely, closing his little notepad and then walking away straight to the kitchen.
"I didn't know that Ma-Makinoto-san could even upped the spiciness more from the Eighth Layer. Is he trying to kill someone?" Deku's eyes started to dart nervously from every corner, as if said crazy restaurant owner would suddenly jump his ass and shove peppers down his throat.
Well, the crazy ass owner did try to do it to him one time so he had a valid excuse for acting like that. Was probably a traumatizing experience to have an oni-looking old man jump you from out of nowhere.
"You know that old man, he immediately called me when he managed to concoct the newest recipe thinking that I would'nt be able to handle it this time. He said that the peppers he's using in it is called 'Pepper X' or something, with 3, 180, 000 Scoville heat units. I've read that it's the spiciest pepper in the world at the moment."
"K-Kacchan, I will miss you."
"I'm not fucking dying you nerd! You said the same shit with the Carolina Reapers, and it turns out to be fucking fruity."
"I don't even know if you have taste buds anymore."
"Are you saying that I don't have taste?"
"No," Deku looked genuinely fucking concern. "I'm just worried that you might really loss your tongue this time. And even though it might be a blessing to the ears of innocent children, it would be hard to become a hero without a voice. I am not saying it's impossible of course."
"Fuck you Deku. My tongue is my most charming point aside from my eyes."
"Says who?"
"Mitsuru-nii did."
"Of course he would, he finds everything about you charming."
"Essentially, he's my big brother after all."
Katsuki's mind wandered towards her older brother. A tall man with dyed brown spiky hair and luminous turquoise eyes hidden by red contact lenses and his signature pierced lips that always had a shit-eating smirk.
He's probably busy right now.
Mitsuru, her big brother not by blood. Someone Katsuki had not seen or knew from the canon storyline, not that she cared about this particular detail. Katsuki couldn't give any fucks about it to put it quite frankly. She enjoys being the youngest for once and even more so when she had such a doting older brother by eight years.
(Though she fucking hates him sometimes, and that's normal in the case of siblings.)
The start of their relationship wasn't the greatest with Mitsuru being a prickly little dickwad, but Katsuki is nothing but a determined little Pomeranian, so she managed to climb his 50 m wall of angsty and hurt a-la-female titan style, filled with a feral viciousness and fearlessness of stepping on a fucking deathtrap.
It bore fruit in the end and now Mitsuru is all but eating at the palm of her explosive hand.
Shit.
"Fuck. It's a good thing I told Kaa-san to delay telling him about the shitfest yesterday."
"Ah, if he didn't call you then he probably didn't see the news last night either. Is he busy on a new mission?" Deku asked giddily.
Of course he fucking would be giddy, since Katsuki's older brother is a pro hero.
An underground hero to be exact.
Mitsuru, the bastard, knows that he's pretty to look at, that's why his hero costume involves a wicked looking gas mask that some parts glowed with the same color of his natural eyes. If he were ever to show his face in public, he had to kiss his underground work goodbye with the probable amount of fangirls that would most likely haunt his flat ass.
Just look at Hawks and his rabid fanbase. The amount of thirst that was bombarded to the poor bastard everytime he posts a fucking picture is fucking staggering. The number of dehydrated bitches out there is still the same no matter what world she lives in.
"Damn right you are, I heard he is about to go for a long undercover mission that takes a good year or more It's a hush-hush thing so I can't get any shit out even if I try to do the eyes. Pierce Kink said that I would soon see enough."
A waitress came by and placed two tall glass of iced water and a pitcher on the side. Katsuki thanked her with a smile and got a blushing one in return. She's a new one too.
"Hmm… Is that the mission that Mitsuru-nii had been prepping for for years now?"
"Yup. He said the preparations about to be done and―"
"I always like to play with fire~" A crooning baritone voice that was followed by a sick drop stopped Katsuki midsentence. A look of tired acceptance passed over her face.
"Welp. I guess he finally heard about it."
Taking out her phone from her washed-out denims, Katsuki accepted the call with a blank face, placing it down on the table. She placed it on speaker because why the fuck not? Mitsuru could care less either way and it's so unlike him to say confidential shit on the phone unless he had no choice.
"Why didn't you tell me anything?" A low drawling scratchy baritone answered from the other line.
And isn't that the truth, Mitsuru is a siscon through and through, no matter how much he tries to hide it with a calm and cucumber cool exterior. He's a greater mother hen than their own mother.
Katsuki leaned onto her seat. "You would know either way, whether it's from TV or from Kaa-san."
"You wound me Ka. Tsu. Ki. Chan~~. Why can't your poor hardworking Onii-chan know about your condition?"
He did the whiny voice thing that he knows that Katsuki hates so much. He sounded so much like the lightning pussy character that she had watched from an anime about demons a lifetime ago.
"Because you'll probably do something drastic, like turning someone's balls to ash."
"Well," The sound of turning fluttering paper came from the other side. "You're probably right. But then again, he deserved it. They deserve it."
The threat of violence was clear in his voice and Katsuki paid it no mind while Deku flinched. The poor boy had seen how far Mitsuru would do anything for her, he'd seen it firsthand how her brother 'sneezed' and promptly set someone's pants – the spy camera quirk pervert from 7th grade – on fire.
(Deku doesn't need to fucking know that Mitsuru had done the same to the collective bastards who specifically bought photos of Katsuki's panty shots and to that one specific asshole who commissioned her to be photographed. She was apparently a hot demand and fucking popular to all the pedos on their little town. Fucking pedophiles, she's fucking twelve that time for crying out loud.)
"They just watched you and didn't even do a thing. Backdraft could have maxed out the water pressure on his faucet hands and sprayed it on that fucking goopy villain. When the hold on you was loosened, Kamui could have ensnared you with his fucking fancily-named woody arms and was pulled out with the help of Death Arms and Mt. Lady. They all could have worked together to save you, but they didn't, because of the fucking 'I'm-the-only-hero-to-save-the-day' mentality those noobs have. Stupid incompetent people like them shouldn't have been in the hero business if they're going around not using their fucking heads."
Katsuki was of the same mind while she was on the verge of being suffocated to death. If only those fools worked together then it wouldn't have been a big of an issue that even caused a fire to break out.
(But then again, if that event didn't play out like it was, Deku won't be able to catch All Might's eyes.)
"Now that I'm thinking about it, why didn't the heroes do that? It could've been easier if they worked together to defeat the villain." Deku questioned out loud.
"It was probably because they thought of saving the day solely by themselves, like the glory hogs that they are." Mitsuru answered dryly. "By the way kid, Mom told me that Katsuki told her that you saved her ass along with All Might. Many thanks to that, and as thank you, I'll give you a shirt autographed by Chi―Hawks himself."
"I didn't! I mean, I just― Kacchan help me! And stop laughing!"
She continued to laugh at his embarrassment because that what childhood best friends do.
"Just accept it nerd, you fucking deserve it. Besides," She let out a few more laughs before smiling warmly at the green haired boy who stared at her with wide teary eyes and awe, it was a real sight to behold when Katsuki's usually sharp and wild features turned gentle and warm.
"You were my hero yesterday Izuku, and I would love to thank you for that."
Right on time, there orders came. Rikana yawned and placed their meals down. Oddly enough, he was wearing sunglasses for some reason.
(Never mind, it's probably her food. Even her own eyes watered a little.)
"Enjoy your meals. The old man says that he already has the ambulance on speeddial." Rikana said in an apathetic drawl.
As soon as the sleep deprived student walked away, tears burst out of Deku's eyes as he wailed 'thank yous' and 'Oh Kacchan~'
Someone snickered at the other side and Mitsuru huffed in exasperation.
"Shut it Chicken Little, you're not a part of this conversation."
"But I would love to be a part of it though. Anyway, I'm here because your hot ass is being called, the meeting won't start without you."
"Tch. Whatever. Next time you call me 'hot ass' again, I'll turn those obnoxious things on your back into fucking Hot Wings." Mitsuru let out another sigh. "Sorry, it looks like I need to go."
"Nah it's cool. Now go, I want to eat my fucking lunch in peace."
Someone snickered at Mitsuru once again.
"Mou~ Katsuki-chan, you're breaking my heart here."
Katsuki ignored him and split her chopsticks. "Yeah, yeah, you go do that. Thanks for the food!"
Cackling can be heard on Mitsuru's line.
"Wait, are you ignoring me? Tsukki? Hey Tsukki! Tsukki!"
"Oh my God! Your sister's a riot! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love her already!"
"Here's some tissue Deku, take that snot and tears off your face. Your Katsudon is gonna go cold if you don't stop fucking crying, that's just a waste of good food and my damn money."
"Ahahahaha oh Lord! Damn, I-I'll take her as my intern when I get the chance."
"Don't even think about it, Chicken Wings!"
"Y-Yes Kacchan." He blew his nose and wiped away the tears. "T-Thanks for the food!"
"Hey! Stop ignoring me! Hey!"
Irritated, Katsuki picked up the phone and yelled at it. The family who had three kids just got out of the restaurant two minutes ago, so she's free to say whatever the fuck she wants at this point.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ASSHOLE! DO YOUR DAMN JOB ALREADY SO YOU CAN FUCKING COME HOME! GOOD-FUCKING-BYE ASH TURD, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE OFF YOURSELF!"
She ended the call before he got another word in, with the mysterious person – probably a hero acquaintance of his – just laughing at the background. Noting the silence and the stares aimed at her head, Katsuki whipped her head towards the onlookers.
"And what are you guys fucking staring at? Ya got something to say to me, huh?" She tilted her head and made a face that someone would call fiendish.
The customers collectively shook their heads and got back to their food or from ordering their food.
The old staff and the regular customers just chuckled and carried on with their task like usual, used to her outburst already.
"Kacchan, you broke your chopsticks."
And it really was fucking broken. Great.
"SHUT YER DAMN MOUTH GIRLY AND START EATING MY DAMN FOOD! LET'S SEE IF YOU HAVE A TONGUE LEFT AFTER TASTING MY NEW RECIPE!"
Deku ducked under the table as soon as a red skinned 6ft tall old man with yellow horns came out of the kitchen, waving a rolling pin at their table like a classic oni club.
"SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE OLD MAN! AND FOR FUCKS SAKE, GET METAL CHOPSTICKS! IT'S ECO FRIENDLY AND DAMN DURABLE!" Katsuki yelled back because she won't be defeated by an old man who has the strength to throw a fucking bus at her face.
"DON'T TELL ME HOW TO RUN MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS KID!"
Oh it is so on!
"K-KACCHAN WAIT! DON'T THROW THAT TABLE! KACCHAN! KACCHAN NOO―"
"Thanks for treating me Kacchan. I really needed that after training so hard." Deku said with a grateful smile on his face, relishing the strawberry sundae before him.
"I told you didn't I?" Katsuki licked off the chocolate syrup that smeared at her lips. Nothing like some nice fucking chocolate dessert.
(If you're wondering what happened earlier. Katsuki decided to be the better person for the sake of Deku's sanity and let go of the table. But of course, said table she lifted was not occupied, and she sure as hell gave the old man a piece of her damn mind about how easy she was able to lift the table off the floor. Damn Oni should have bolted them down tighter if he doesn't want anyone throwing that shit in anger. When she tasted her food, she complained about the lack of harmony in the flavor and no! It was not that hot! At least the Carolina Reapers are damn fruity this is just straight up spice and then nothing!)
(Deku was gaping at her for even managing to do that.)
"I'm treating you as fucking thanks for saving my ass yesterday." Hiding her smirk, Katsuki narrowed her eyes and pointed the dessert spoon at the boy's face. "And what the fuck is that training you were saying earlier? Is that the reason why you look like a wilted Deku scrub when you came in? Hey, what the fuck you aren't telling me shitty Deku?" With each question, the spoon got closer to his neck. "Out with it, before I fucking blow you a new hole to shit on."
The green haired boy is shaking from his seat. All trembling nervous lips and averting wary eyes. Katsuki could see the cold sweat forming at his brow.
"Ya gonna talk or what?"
Deku started to open his mouth, his nose twitching two times.
Ah. He's gonna lie to me.
Katsuki couldn't help but feel angry and hurt that her friend wouldn't even tell her what he's going through and would even lie to her fucking face just to hide it.
She knows that he could keep his own secrets, he can have those, she has a lot of incriminating ones in fact. She knows that he doesn't owe her anything to tell her everything that's going on with his life. And she definitely knows the fucking fact that he's the one fucking in charge of his life and she shouldn't meddle with it. That's why there are times whenever she felt like beating up every single fucking hoe that's bullying Deku she lets him be, because he has to know how to stand up for himself and that she shouldn't coddle him too much.
(She knows how fucking suffocating that is, her Ma from the other life loves to keep her nose down on Katsuki's shit.)
But still. That doesn't keep it from not hurting any less.
Deku's like another brother to her. A cute little brother who was bright and needs a lot of support so that he could truly fucking shine for who he was and not for what he was.
If he really wants to keep then…
"Don't answer if you're just gonna fucking lie to my face."
Deku flinched. His brows furrowing as his eyes started to water again.
"Kacchan I―" He inhaled, closing his eyes for three seconds. Opening them back up, partially still watery.
"I want to tell you e-everything but I can't…" He pokes the strawberry on his plate with a fork. "I can't right now."
He took a deep breath once again and this time he was looking at her right in the eyes.
"But someday," His eyes glowed with a certain promise. "I'm going to tell you."
They stayed like that for almost ten seconds, and after that mark, Katsuki broke the staring contest with a few light chuckles.
"You better." She scoffed. "You know me already so I won't bother to give out another fucking threat about your poor, unfortunate soul."
The glare returned in her red eyes, making contact ones again to his big green ones. Deku nodded and gulped at the promise that her eyes were holding.
"Anyway," She scoops up on her dessert, making sure to get the cashew nuts in there. Yum. "Who the fuck is training you?"
There was another reign of silence with Katsuki glaring at him from across the table while delighting on her chocolatey confection.
"Wait,"
He trembled once again, averting his eyes while shoveling a large amount of sundae in his mouth to keep himself from talking.
"Don't tell me that…" Deku chewed fucking slowly.
Katsuki didn't even bother and let her spoon clunk heavily on the table, her now freed hand going for a grab towards her stupid fucking friend's shirt collar.
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIS MOTHERFUCKING NAME?! WHAT KIND OF FUCKERY IS THIS DEKU? I THOUGHT YOU HAVE A BIG WRINKLY BRAIN SOMEWHERE IN THAT BIG ASS HEAD OF YOURS!"
"I, I, I, I D-DIDN'T G-G-G-GET TO ASK HIM ABOUT IT!"
"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! THAT'S SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN ASK ABOUT TO A PERSON WHO OFFERED TO TRAIN YOU! YOU'RE TRAINING UNDER SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAME OF! HOW ARE YOU SURE THAT THAT GUY IS NOT ON SHADY―"
"KACCHAN HE'S NOT, ALL MI― THAT PERSON IS NOT SHADY AT ALL!"
God!
If Katsuki didn't fucking know who's the guy training him, she would do worse than just yelling at his face. And what the absolute fuck?! All Might didn't even bother giving a fucking name or even just a false one so he won't be called All Might in fucking public!
What the fuck is All Might thinking?!
Was he really trying to keep this shit secret?!
What a fucking migraine fuel.
"You know what," Katsuki pushes him none too gently against his seat while she sat back down. A new migraine throbbing at her head. "I'm gonna fucking come to your training tomorrow to meet that shady bitch."
Deku was about to open his mouth again but she spoke before he even got the chance.
"And no! No fucking complains! I don't fucking care if you give him a heads up that I'm coming, but know this," A few small explosions popped in her open palms. "I'm gonna go to your fucking training to see who the fuck you're training with and that's final. If it turns out that he's some random shmook trying to use you for something or some fucking troll, I'm gonna tear his gonads off with a rusty sundae spoon and sike Mitsuru on his skinny ass before calling the fucking police. Again, I am not fucking budging from this, take it or fucking take it."
And that's the time Deku decided to fucking choke on a strawberry.
A/N: Here's a new chapter for y'all. And yes, Kacchan is not the only in the Bakugou household, she got herself a big brother because she fucking can. It's pretty obvious at this point who's her adopted older bro is but whatever. The first part of this chapter was something that I weirdly dreamed about and wrote down as soon as I woke up, that dream mind you happened a year ago and I'm so happy about myself that I even found that entry on my journal.
(I write some dreams on my journal and I'm weird that way.)
Next chapter is where Kacchan is gonna meet All Might officially, I hope that I'm not moving the story too fast but yeah, you are free to yell criticism in the review section.