Katsuki

He was such a fucking sucker. He didn't know how the fuckin' nerd did it. How the fuck did he always manage to get Katsuki to do exactly what he wanted? He didn't even need anyone else to answer that fucking question. He already knew. He was fucking whipped. Somehow, instead of taking his boyfriend on a romantic date for his twenty-first birthday, he'd been convinced to meet his parents.

And somehow, Izuku had left out a few bits of key information in the 'introduction to my parents' package, which would have really prepared him for the visit as a whole. That whole list Katsuki gave him that warned Deku for his crazy mother and pretty laid back pops. Yeah. No. He didn't get that. He was told that his mother was 'sweet' and his step-dad was pretty cool, but he referred to him as 'dad'. To Izuku, that was who he was, he had said. Other than that, there was no introduction to the way he lived growing up or how bad his folks would accost him. Nothing. Zip. Nada.

He quickly realized what a fucking crock of shit that was. For starters, Izuku's home wasn't what he'd said it was.

And he blamed that all on his boyfriend's nerves. He'd decided he was going to tell his parents what happened at that fucking party. Ever since then, anytime they mentioned his parent's house or his birthday, he became this pensive fucking mess. But he wasn't gonna let the small fry get off the hook this time.

"Deku, this isn't an apartment. This is a condo, you idiot," he hissed as they went into the elevator that led to the upper floors of the building.

This place was fuckin' nice. Of course, his parents' home was considered the better option of the two because of the privacy and the space but, the highrise that they were walking into in the middle of Tokyo was definitely not what he'd expected when Deku had said apartment. On the contrary, he'd expected something nice and homely, just as Izuku presented himself to be. This was fuckin' grand. He was not mentally prepared for this. He expected Deku's parents to be just like him. Soft and quiet and rays of fuckin' sunshine. Not this. He didn't know what to expect of them now? And maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but the greenette had literally given him nothing to go off of.

"They're not the same?" the idiot asked.

"No!" he said with a huff. "Condos are typically fuckin' nicer and more expensive, espeically when they're in the middle of fuckin' Tokyo. You own them. You don't rent them."

"Oh. Right. Yeah. Forgot to mention some things about my family," he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "If you want, I can give a run down."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the greenette. "The fuck do you mean, short shit? You haven't told me jack shit. We're in the elevator going up. Now isn't the time to tell your family's life story."

"Well, you see-"

Just as the doors of the elevator were closing, an arm shot through to stop it. A man stepped onto the elevator, and Katsuki was about to bite out a retort, when he realized just who that person was. Someone he never imagined he'd meet in the flesh. The actor that played his and Izuku's favorite superhero, All Might, growing up. Yagi Toshinori. He was gobsmacked. How the hell did Deku live in the same building as fucking Yagi Toshinori? Was this building really that high end? He glanced at the greenette beside him who had just taken into account who the fuck had just walked onto the elevator with them.

Deku let out an ear-piercing squeal of delight. Green and greyish-blond blurred together beside him as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around the tall, muscular frame of the actor.

"Deku, what the-"

"Izu! I thought I was going to beat you home!" Yagi said with a laugh, his voice booming throughout the small space.

To his utter fucking surprise, he was hugging Deku back. Yagi fucking Toshinori was hugging his boyfriend as if it were an everyday fucking occurence.

"She's going to kill me. She had me run and grab a bottle of sake for tonight, and told me to hurry back, but you know how it is when I leave the house. I can't walk down the street without being recognized by at least one person..."

Suddenly, the actor paused, finally taking into account Katsuki, standing surprised beside the hugging pair. He cleared his throat and lowered his arms from around Izuku. It took his space cadet of a boyfriend a solid three seconds to let go himself.

"Kacchan! I was just about to tell you, but I guess now's as good of a time as any," he said, scratching the back of his head once more. His cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. "This is my dad, Yagi Toshinori."

Katsuki's jaw hit the floor. His dad? Why the fuck hadn't Izuku told him this before when they'd been bingeing the classic TV series or even when he commented on the poster on his wall. That would have been some pretty good fucking information. He wouldn't have been blindsided upon meeting the guy, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. Right. Fuck. Upon realizing that he was still staring, Katsuki quickly snapped his jaw shut. He really needed to make a good impression, so he bowed. He never fuckin' bowed, but seeing as how all of his mental preparation went right out the fuckin' window...

"It's nice to meet you," he said in his most respectful tone that he usually reserved for his grandparents and only his grandparents. "I'm Bakugou Katsuki, Izuku's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you, Sir."

Beside him, Izuku looked at him as if he'd grown a third eye or something. What? He could be respectful if he so pleased... Just because he didn't take shit from his own parents didn't mean that he was going to be rude to Izuku's. He did need to make a good impression on them, and cursing out his legend of a step-dad was a really bad idea. It'd win him a one-way ticket to the shit list, he assumed.

"It's nice to meet you, young Bakugou," the older man said, and internally, Katsuki screamed. That was something that his character, All Might, always did in the show. He tacked on the young in front of surnames. It was actually really common, but it was an All Might staple. And Yagi had called him that. So, commence the internal fanboy screaming that he was swearing high and low to himself that Deku would never see.

"The pleasure is mine," Katsuki said politely.

That quickly seemed to put Deku at his limits because - "Who are you, and what have you done with my abrasive, grumpy gremlin of a boyfriend?"

Katsuki shot him a glare. "I can be nice when I need to be."

A large hand belonging to Yagi fell down on top of Deku's head, flattening those green curls just a little bit. "Don't worry, Izuku. I'm sure he just wants to make a good impression."

"Yeah, but a weird one," Deku mumbled.

Katsuki snorted before he flicked the greenette on the tip of his nose. That earned a surprised look from the latter. "Shut it, nerd. I'll go back to

The elevator dinged, signalling that they'd arrived on the floor of Deku's home. The three men stepped out, with Yagi leading the way to the Yagi-Midoriya residence. Once there, Yagi unlocked the door, and gestured for the pair to enter.

"Toshinori? Is that you?" a feminine voice called from another room in the condo.

"Yes, dear," he called back. "I found Izu and his boyfriend, Katsuki, on the way up, though."

An excited hum filtered over to them.

"Izu, help young Bakugou feel at home," he said. "I've got to give this to your mother."

As the tall, graying blond slipped into another part of the condo, Katsuki released a heavy sigh of relief. God, that man was intimidating, and he didn't have to even try. Beside him, the nerd giggled.

"I thought meeting parents was nothing to get bent out of shape over," he said playfully.

"What do you fucking mean, nerd?" he hissed back, careful not to let his voice carry. "Your dad is Yagi fuckin' Toshinori!"

"To me, he's just my dad. He's been with my mom since I was eleven," Deku said with a shrug. "He's actually the reason we were able to get me hearing aids and all of the other commodities to make my speech understandable, like therapy. Otherwise, I never would have been able to hear your grumpy gremlin voice."

Katsuki snorted, which made the nerd laugh. "Well, this grumpy fuckin' gremlin thinks you're a damn nerd," he groused. "You have a signed poster of your dad on your wall. Holy shit. We had-"

"Sex on the bed with the colors of the superhero my dad played on it. Holy-"

"Get in the door, you two!" Yagi called.

"We'll talk about that later, Kacchan," Deku said, scratching the back of his head.

Katsuki nodded in response as they removed their shoes. They made their way out of the front hall into the rest of the condo. Just one look at it had the blond impressed. It was large with an open-concept layout. From where they stood as they entered, Katsuki could see the kitchen, dining room, and living room. A woman, who Katsuki assumed to be Deku's mother, stood by the stove. She was a plump, kindly looking woman with the same shade of green hair as Izuku.

Huh. After all this time, he'd been under the impression that his boyfriend dyed it. He didn't realize that it was some weird genetic anomaly that he and his mother had to share. The pair not only had the same colored hair, but also the same round cheeks. His mother's, however, were lacking the freckles that Izuku so characteristically wore.

The woman put down her cooking utensils and turned to the pair. "Izuku! It's so good to see you!" said with a smile that had just as much sunshine within it as Deku's. "And you must be Katsuki. It's good to meet you. I'm Midoriya Inko, but you can just call me Auntie."

He nodded and followed Izuku into the kitchen so they could be closer to his mother. The two embraced in a tight hug, Deku's short frame actually dwarfing the woman. He never thought he'd see the day when he found someone shorter than his boyfriend.

"Happy birthday, baby," Auntie cooed to the greenette in her arms. "It's so good to have you both over here..."

"So, Bakugou, my boy! Come sit, and tell me about yourself!" Toshinori said as he walked into the room.

Katsuki gratefully turned to Yagi. He was single handedly saving him from an awkward moment of watching his boyfriend hug his mother while bursting into tears. He didn't need to encroach on that shit. That was their own time.

Both blonds sat down in the living room, Yagi taking an armchair and Katsuki sitting down on one of the two sofas that the couple had there. For such a small family, it really was spacious...

"So, ah, what do you want to know?" Katsuki asked, blinking a couple of times. He felt like a fucking deer caught in headlights. He had no fucking clue what to do with himself, with his hands. He felt awkward and out of place, which he fucking hated.

"Let's start simple, I suppose," Yagi said with a resounding clap of his hands. "What are you majoring in?"

"Culinary arts," he said simply.

"Oh! So you want to be a chef?"

"That's the plan. I eventually want to open up my own restaurant down the line," he said. "Nothing huge. Just a small place, a mom and pop shop, that everyone loves because it has kick-ass food."

Yagi chuckled. "Kick-ass food is always good."

Katsuki blinked at Yagi's use of his phrase, and then he realized. He'd already failed at the 'I'm not gonna curse while I'm here' shtick. He pursed his lips for a moment. "Shit, sorry," he said. "Uh, ah. Yeah. I swear a lot."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Yagi said. "Language is all dependent on how you use it. If you don't use it to curse at my wife, then I think you and I will be perfectly fine."

His eyes grew wide. "I, uh, I never intended on that, Sir," he stammered. God. He felt so fucking intimidated.

But all of that intimidation was shattered as soon as Yagi released another one of his booming laughs. Amidst it, Katsuki let out a breath of relief. It was a joke. Just a fucking joke. One that Katsuki had taken way too seriously. He really needed to relax. How did he tell Deku this was fucking easy? He took back every word of it. Meeting fucking parents was intimidating, and he fucking hated it. He wanted to get past this part and get to the point where they loved him already.

"Tell me more about yourself. Izuku was vague when called," Yagi eventually said once his laughter died down. "Which is unusual, because that boy can surely talk your ear off."

Katsuki could agree with that wholeheartedly, but he wasn't going to open that can of worms. Deku could do that when he was ready.

"Uh. Well, obviously, I'm Izuku's roommate," he said. "I like sports and running. I run just about everyday if I can."

"I did my fair share of that in college, too," Yagi said. "I still do these days, but early in the morning. It's easier to get around that way."

"Yeah, the life of a celebrity is no fuckin' joke," he said. "Honestly, I'm surprised he never said anything. We've binge watched the original TV series together already."

Yagi's lips curled into a wistful smile. "He's modest to a fault, his mother always said. Never liked to brag about anything because he understood how it was to come from nothing."

Katsuki furrowed his brows at this. That would honestly... Make a lot of sense. The greenette never bragged about his prowess with art. He didn't flaunt how strong he was. He never said a word about his family. He was very reserved about everything unless they were competing... And even then-

He was pulled from his thoughts as said greenette walked into the room with his mother on his arm.

"I don't see why this can't wait until I finish cooking, Izu," she said without any real strength behind her confused words.

The blond looked at his boyfriend, but the dark expression on his features said everything. They were having that conversation, weren't they? He had said he'd wanted to get it done early, but they'd hardly been in the door for five minutes... All things considered, though, Katsuki couldn't blame him. He'd been withholding this information from his parents for two and a half months. Sure, he was there whenever the nerd needed him, but he could only do so much. And based on the nerd's relationship with his folks, he could never replace what good talking to his parents would do. He couldn't imagine the weight on his shoulders right now.

"I want to get this done so that things can go back to being happy," Deku said, his hands twisting together.

He sat down beside Katsuki in a defeated sort of huff, and the blond immediately reached for his hand. He couldn't have the fuckin' nerd giving up already. He'd told him he'd be here to make sure he saw this through, and he fuckin' meant it. If holding his hand did anything, he knew it made Izuku happy.

"Aren't they already happy? Izuku, baby, what's going on?" his mother asked, her tone filled with worry. "Is everything okay at school? You didn't get into trouble, did you?"

Katsuki watched his boyfriend shake his head, a distant look on his face. He squeezed the hand in his. Viridian eyes connected with crimson. The faintest, more sincere smile appeared on his own lips just for Izuku's sake. It was there as if to say 'you can do this' or 'I believe in you'. Izuku returned that tiny smile.

"I don't know where to start. It's a lot. There's a lot going on in my head. I don't know what I should tell you right away. How I should start. It's a mess. I'm a mess. And I don't want to disappoint them or have them pull me out of school. I just want it to go away, even though I know it really never will. It just sucks and like. Ugh. Where do I even begin to tell them about this...?"

"Izuku, son, we can hear you thinking over there," Yagi interrupted with that loud voice of his.

Deku's eyes grew as wide as saucers as they landed on his parents, who now sat together on the couch across from the younger couple. "I wasn't muttering again, was I?"

Katsuki shook his head. "Welcome back to Earth Space Cadet," he joked with a slight roll of his eyes and a light, calming tone. "Breathe for me, 'kay? It'll help. Psyching yourself out won't help."

Deku nodded beside him, took a deep breath, and leveled his gaze on his parents. Katsuki squeezed his hand one last time for emotional support and reassurance.

"Kacchan and I went to a party back in May," he started. It was probably the best way to start. Just set the scene. You can do this, Deku. "And we got separated. I was really drunk, and..."

He could already see the tears forming in Deku's eyes. They crowded there as if they were desperate to spill over. Katsuki was sure that they were. God. He hated hearing this story again. He hated it so fucking much, and he hoped that this would be one of the last times that Izuku had to tell it. The nerd had already gone through too fuckin' much. He didn't need to continue to add this to his plate. As he'd said. He wanted to get over this. He wanted it to go away.

"I didn't have my hearing aids in because it was too loud with the music. And..."

The greenette stopped, the tears rolling down his cheeks full force now. His words were cut off. Katsuki could see his chest constricting as he tried to force himself to be calm. Once again, he squeezed the freckled hand in his grasp. With all of these memories so fresh, he was surprised that Deku had gotten this far. It was the farthest he'd gotten when talking about it thus far. He was proud of him, proud that he could face this head on.

When he continued, he didn't speak. Instead, he dropped Katsuki's hand, raised both of his own, and began to sign. Which Katsuki understood. At least, bits and pieces of it, and the rest he could fill in the blanks. He'd been taking that six week course Kirishima and Ashido had told him about. He'd only done it for Deku, so he could continue to communicate with him even if he couldn't hear. He always wanted to be able to listen to the dork.

"Some guy said he was going to help me. He carried me upstairs because I was too much of a mess to walk. He brought me to where I thought there would be a bathroom. Instead, he brought me to a bedroom," Deku signed.

And Katsuki refused to take his eyes off of him, despite the horrified gasp from Auntie. She had to of put together the pieces already. She had to know where this was going.

"When I tried to get up to leave, I passed out from the dizziness. I can't remember anything else, but Katsuki," Deku signed, looking at him now with his tear-streaked face.

Katsuki's heart shattered at the purely broken look of him. He never wanted him to feel that way again. Trapped. Powerless. Used. Broken. He didn't want that for his ray of sunshine.

"Katsuki stopped him before he could do anything. The guy only got my pants off. He tried to rape me, mom."

The last few signs seemed hesitant, as if the greenette was embarrassed to admit the extent to which he was nearly raped. He didn't want that for him. He didn't want him to feel like he was to blame. Katsuki had been trying to get that through that thick, useless skull of his, and apparently it was all to no avail. So instead of bashing the idea over his head again in front of his parents, Katsuki did the next best thing. He pulled the nerd into a hug. As soon as the nerd was pulled against his chest, he erupted into sobs that continued to chip away at Katsuki's broken heart.

"Oh, I-Izuku," Auntie said, her voice cracking. He allowed his eyes to shift over to her now. She was just as tear-streaked as the man who was sobbing in his arms, the arms of her husband circling her.

When it was made certain that the petite woman wouldn't say anything more, Yagi stepped in. "Did either of you contact the police?" he asked.

Katsuki shook his head, taking over the logistical portions from here. Izuku was too much of a wreck. "The laws here are so convoluted. It makes it insane to get victims any sort of help," he said softly as he rubbed his boyfriend's back in a circular motion which he'd never normally show to anyone. Only for Izuku did he drop these walls... "Yeah, sure, we had witnesses and all that, but it would have been fuckin' difficult either way. It would be too much pain for him. So, ultimately, he decided not to."

The information seemed to press hard on both of Deku's parents. Yagi sat pensively, with a distraught look on his face and his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Auntie, on the other hand, ripped herself off of the couch and threw her arms around both of them. Katsuki was stunned. He didn't know why he was being grouped into this. He felt way out of fuckin' place as Auntie Inko whispered assurances into the crown of his head. It wasn't until she turned to him with her watery gaze that he understood.

"Thank you for saving him."

It took another fifteen minutes for Izuku and Auntie to calm themselves down enough to speak again. And when he'd finally gotten ahold of himself after a multitude of hugs, Izuku excused himself to go to the bathroom. That left Katsuki alone with both of his boyfriend's parents. His shoulder slumped as soon as he heard the bathroom door shut.

"I need to apologize to you both," he said. "I shouldn't have let him out of my sight, and as soon as I fuckin' did, he got hurt. I can understand if either of you think less of me."

He chanced a glance at the two elders across from him. Neither of their gazes held any form of malice.

"We don't blame you, young Bakugou," Yagi said after a moment. "Rather, I think we both appreciate what you did for him."

"I can't imagine if..." Inko started, but she didn't finish. Katsuki didn't want her to.

"As long as I'm around, I'm not letting shit happen to him," he said, his voice unwavering. "I'll do my goddamn best to protect him. I promise."

"Ohmygoshyoumadekatsudon!" Deku said in a singular, high pitched breath that made all of the hearing people in the room cringe.

"Breathe between your words, nerd," Katsuki said as he worked on setting the table.

Auntie was working on plating their food while Izuku brought the completed bowls to the table. Yagi was already seated, waiting for the rest of them.

"But I'm so excited," he said dreamily as he sashayed across the kitchen to the dining room table.. "You don't understand how much I love katsudon. Especially my mom's katsudon. You can't even make better katsudon than she does."

He couldn't help the twitch in his eye at the comment. He was a damn good cook! He'd been cooking since he was a kid. Everything be damned if he couldn't cook some fucking katsudon. He could do it. He'd probably blow Auntie's out of the water, too.

"I've never had better katsudon than Inko's either, young Bakugou, and I've had cuisine from all over the country," the older man said sagely. "It's a fact of life. You won't beat Inko's katsudon."

He couldn't help but jut out his lower lip ever so slightly at the statement. Fuckin' shitty Deku and All Might doubting his skills... He'd show them one of these days. He'd make the best god damn katsudon that Izuku ever tasted.

He had to admit after one bite, though, that he had some pretty tough competition. He made sure to ask Auntie for pointers while the pair of them cleaned up the dinner dishes that evening.

"I can't give you my recipe," she said coyly. "I don't need Izu having a favorite other than my own. But I can definitely send you in the right direction so that yours can be a close second."

He snorted slightly. "I'll blow your katsudon out of the goddamn water."

"Sure you will," Auntie Inko quipped back.

They continued to wash dishes in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Inko washed, and Katsuki dried. When they were nearly done, he decided then was as good of a time as any to get a few things off of his chest.

"Auntie?"

"Hmm?"

"I know I'm pretty rough around the edges, but I care a lot about Izuku," he said. "I don't mean anything bad when I call him Deku. And when I curse, I'm not using it to hurt him."

"I know, Katsuki," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

"I'm learning sign language for him," he said quietly, even though he knew the nerd wouldn't be able to hear him from halfway across the condo. "I haven't told him yet because I want to get better before I do, but... I thought I'd make the effort for him."

"Not many people try to make the effort for him," she said softly. "This world wasn't made for people like him, people who aren't always considered to be whole. Most people expect him to live up to their expectations, and it's not often someone tries to live up to his. So. Thank you. Really."

Katsuki allowed himself to smile at her words. It was small and hardly there, but it was a smile nonetheless. "No, thank you, Auntie, for letting me be around him. I don't know what I'd do without him. He makes me whole."

He and Deku ended up missing the last train back to the University. They had been too immersed in playing shitty board games that pissed Katsuki off to pay attention to the time. So rather than call a cab, Auntie insisted that they stay.

"I won't have you two taking a cab back this late at night," she had insisted. "You can either both stay in Izuku's room. Or, if you're uncomfortable, Katsuki, you can always take the guest bedroom."

He hadn't been sure if it was a trick question. He didn't want to come off as too forward by staying with Deku, but his mother had offered... Thankfully, the greenette came to his rescue.

"I think I'd rather have him close by," Izuku said softly. "I get nightmares still, and having him close helps a lot."

They hadn't argued the fact. And now, he and Deku were laid in bed beside one another, their backs pressed up against each other. Despite having already taken out his hearing aids and said his 'goodnights', Katsuki knew Izuku was still awake. The way he clutched tightly to Katsuki with his erratic heartbeat told him that the Space Cadet was far away from Earth right now, lost in his thoughts.

Instead of letting the greenette suffer alone in his thoughts, he shifted in bed, turning to face the freckled man that had become the object of his affections. Words wouldn't help him in this situation, so he decided to use actions. He big-spooned the shorter man, his arm draped over his waist and his nose in the crook of his neck. He pulled the other closer to him, feeling him relax in his grasp.

This was all he needed to make himself whole.