For some reason, at that moment, her husband's brown eyes were indeed green.
Then he shattered the world for the second time that day, when he turned to Katsuki with a statement: "Kat, I really am your father."
Katsuki, being the gifted child he was, responded quite clearly. "What the hell."
Mitsuki agreed with him, but then the words sank into her and she turned her head sharply towards her husband, whoever wouldn't be the damn man. "What the hell." She hissed.
His imprisonment shrank, as if he could feel the threat in the air, and apparently he could, fortunately. For if he had not chosen his words carefully and managed to lay her mind, Mitsuki really did not know where and how he would have finished.
"Oh, um, I can explain..?" He played with his fingers nervously.
"Is that the hell a question?!" Barked Mitsuki firmly.
"Yes, ah! No! Of course not!" Masaru straightened up in his seat and put his hands on his knees, "I can explain!"
"Damn, no, you're not doing this." Katsuki groaned and buried his head in his hands. "You can not be a Deku."
"For your own good, you better not be." Agreed Mitsuki with expanding nostrils.
"Ah, uh... surprise?" Masaru sank back into his seat, his shoulders rising slightly, for he could really have expected the reactions of his explosive family.
Katsuki exploded. Well, basically he blew up the expensive solid wood table, and everything that was on it, which happened to be new sketches that Masaru was working on last night, but the older man knew he should definitely not mention it now.
Mitsuki gasped like an ox going to attack. "Explain." Hissed through clenched teeth. Obviously she dreamed of the moment she would meet her Izuku, but not in a million years she expected it to be so.
Masaru or Izuku, whoever he is, seems to have been a little encouraged by the opportunity to appease his wife and son who may still be planning his murder.
He recounted how Mitsuki's disregard had frightened him. How he looked for a way to get it back to his time, but couldn't. It was almost two years before he managed to catch the villain who sent her to the past, and how then he simply, in a very desperate and not very heroic act, chose to make a deal with the villain. In exchange for sending him to the past as well, he will release him.
"Are you a hero at all?" Katsuki demanded with an unbelievable look, "How the hell did you release a dangerous villain to roam around Japan?! What happened to 'saving people'?"
Masaru smiled a little, "I could not continue to save others and act irresponsibly towards my own life." He looked directly at his son, "When you become part of a family, you take on a much greater responsibility than any hero. I could no longer sacrifice myself and die for others. I got a family, and the first thing I needed was to take care of their well-being and health, and that included a dad at home."
Katsuki, who clearly disagreed with such a change just growled. Masaru smiled at him, "Don't worry. I left Japan in good hands. The new No. 1 hero can take it, he's very talented."
And that, more than any life-changing discovery revealed today, has driven Katsuki beyond imagination. "Damn it!" The boy screamed and jumped off the couch, "Not only were you a terrible peace symbol and you left others to fix your mess, you also just retired and brought me the title of the No. 1 hero without a fight?!"
"I know... but I would never change that choice." Masaru tried to put a hand on his son's shoulder in attendance but Katsuki evaded, "And we actually fought, Kat." He added, "Then I told you I was leaving and we fought again, and then you told me 'it's time for me to finally retire and go start a hellish family or whatever'." The man quoted.
Katsuki glared at him. "Why the hell would I say that?"
Masaru shrugged, "Maybe because you were already an adult which a fight for a rank seemed less important to him than growing up without a father all childhood?"
"Nonsense." Katsuki turned his gaze angrily.
Mitsuki rolled her eyes, "How fascinating your heroic cult is, as always, beyond imagination. Fanboying about it later. For me it's more important to understand now, what the hell did you think to yourself when you decided to marry a woman you called 'Auntie' as a child?"
Masaru giggled nervously. "Well, to be honest, I did not know it was you at first. When I got to the past, I did not even know what period it was exactly until I saw my parents. Only then I did understand the paradox and that you are actually Mitsuki Bakugou. I searched for the last name but there were no results anywhere, and once I found a job in a fashion office, I realized it was my loophole and could not help but jump at the opportunity. I changed my look according to my knowledge from the past and created 'Masaro Bakugou'." He smiled awkwardly at Katsuki opening his mouth, "Yeah, I have a quirk that can change a look. Among other things..." he finished muttering.
"Masa-" Mitsuki cut herself off and shook her head, "What am I supposed to call you now?"
Her husband met her eyes. "Anything you want."
"Everything seems wrong now."
"I know. I'm sorry."
Mitsuki exhaled.
"If that makes it easier, I'll stay to play Masaru Bakugou in public. At home I can be whoever you want."
"Do not you dare ask him to change to the stupid nerd. I see him enough every day." Grumbled Katsuki.
"All his nerdy genes have gone to you, brat. You understand that, right?"
"Ehh?!"
"Actually, Kat is much smarter..." Masaru tried to thread.
"Damn, we're not alike."
"Are you kidding me, brat? You're like your father's idiotic duplication with your stupidity and obsession. Where do you think you inherited the madness for heroism? Or the lack of any sense of self-preservation?" Mitsuki gave them both looks that said 'we-definitely-still-are-going-to-talk-about-it', "sure not from me."
"Ehhh?!"
"Izuku." Mitsuki sermon, and Katsuki insect. "Why the hell did you not tell me who you were just then?"
"I was looking for you at first, that's the goal I came for, but as soon as I saw you, I was afraid, you've been through difficult months because of me... and besides, I was scared." He admitted, "I was so scared that now when you are witnessing my childhood, seeing me as a baby and as a kid... seeing me grow up, in fact, you will not want me anymore... I... postpone the confession, because I was afraid it would lead to rejection, and I could not let myself lose you both..."
For long minutes, the three family members simply sat quietly and digested the story and its consequences. Not that it was possible to predict what would happen now.
In the end, Katsuki was the one who broke the silence. He narrowed his eyes at his father, testing. "How the hell can Deku be a fashion designer? All his life he has worn shirts that say 'shirt', how can he become a famous designer?"
Masaru met his gaze. "Just like you managed to overcome your social difficulty." Said with certainty, a smile drawn to his lips as he confronted his son. "Determination and challenge."
Katsuki slammed his fist on the couch, it was less effective, but he didn't have a table at the moment to add the drama. "You. Can. Not. Be. Damn. Deku!"
"Kat—"
"How could you hide it for so long!"
"Kat—"
"How come you did not fall into the habit of meaningless mumbling or crying every moment?!"
"Katsuki—"
"He's damn younger than me! How—"
"KACCHAN!"
And the nickname simply blows up the atmosphere. Katsuki couldn't do anything but screamed and fled to his room.
Masaru groaned and rubbed his face with his palms.
"Well, that went good." Noted Mitsuki, a sadistic spark in her eyes.
A/N: I actually planning more for this story ;) (but I don't know when and if...)
I really really hope you liked it!
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