Bakugou Mitsuki sat in between her best friend and her husband, anxiety gnawing at her insides. She hadn't been called to a meeting at Katsuki's school since the boy had been kidnapped in his first year, and from the grave tone Principal Nedzu had used, whatever they were called to talk about wasn't good. Considering her best friend, Midoriya Inko, was there for the same meeting, obviously it had something to do with little Izuku also.
Mitsuki decided that breaking the ice might be a good idea to calm them all down. "So. Do you think our sons finally got caught fucking each other?"
Masaru's jaw dropped, his eyes growing comically wide. Inko's expression wasn't much different, the both of them staring at Mitsuki like she was crazy. She cackled at their reactions, bending over in her chair to clutch at her gut. She never got tired of using her coarse personality and language to fluster her shy friend and soft husband. It was something she loved most about them.
"Mitsuki..." Masaru sighed, reaching up to take off his glasses and rub between his eyes. Mitsuki scoffed, wiping underneath her eyes for any tears that may have slipped during her laughing fit.
"Oh, come on! Those two have been dancing around each other since they could speak ! It would be about time that they finally admitted their feelings!" She knew she was right, looking to Inko for help.
Inko looked pale, a hand pressed against her mouth like she was scandalized. "Oh Mitsuki- you don't really think my little Izu has been doing something like that , do you? I haven't even given him the talk yet!"
"We know honey," Mitsuki drawled, reaching over to pat Inko's knee. "I had Masaru give him the talk at the same time as Katsuki. Also, you're crazy if you think a seventeen year old boy doesn't know what sex is."
"Honey, please stop giving our best friend an existential crisis," Masaru pleaded. Indeed, Inko looked like she was on the verge of fainting. Mitsuk couldn't help but laugh some more.
Then suddenly, the door to the conference room opened and a crowd began filing in. Mitsuki recognized them as the higher-ups of U.A. Academy; the Principal, Recovery Girl, Eraserhead, Present Mic and Midnight. The latter three were also first-year teachers, if Mitsuki remembered correctly. She sat up straight, trying to look like she hadn't just been riling up her significant other and her friend, and both Inko and Masaru did the same, looking like they hadn't just been riled up. The last to enter the room were their sons, both of them with their heads hung down like they were ashamed. Oh yeah. That was definitely a walk of shame. Mitsuki was looking forward to this.
To her surprise though, neither of the boys sat next to their parents, instead sitting as far away from them as they possibly could around the large table. It made Mitsuki frown in confusion, and she tried to catch Katsuki's eye, but the brat was stubbornly only looking at Izuku. They both looked like they were sweating bullets, and Izuku's eyes were rimmed with red, like he'd been crying for the better part of the day. It was a pretty normal look for the youngest Midoriya, so normally Mitsuki wouldn't think anything of it... except that her own son's eyes looked suspiciously puffy as well. Like they'd both been crying.
Suddenly, her anxiety came back full-force. Something was very, very wrong.
"I'm so glad you three could come on such short notice," Principal Nedzu said good naturedly, although his smile looked a little strained. "I'm afraid that something rather... distressing has come to light yesterday, and we are legally obligated to tell you three."
"What the fuck is going on?" Mitsuki looked at Katsuki, who finally met her eyes, his own red gaze staring into hers. He wasn't challenging her with his eyes like he normally would; instead, his eyes looked... nervous. It unsettled her greatly, and all she wanted to do was launch herself across the table to pull him into the world's tightest hug. It had been a long time since Katsuki had let himself be vulnerable- had let himself be a kid - long enough that sometimes, Mitsuki forgot that he still was a kid.
"Yesterday morning, Midnight and I held a sex ed class," Eraserhead began, settling deeper into his seat as he laced his fingers together on top of the conference table. "We were instructed by Principal Nedzu to ask the students questions about their sexual activity within the dorm rooms so that we could accurately teach on the subject. We aren't ignorant to think that our kids aren't fooling around in the dorms, and we wanted to educate them so that at least if they're going to have sex, they could do it safely and consensually."
"That sounds reasonable," Masaru nodded, reaching over to squeeze Mitsuki's hand with his own.
"Yes, we thought so too. However, to avoid any lying, we brought in an interrogation hero who has a truth quirk. We asked the students if they were comfortable with being put under the quirk, and they all said yes. Including your sons." Eraserhead seemed to want to make this part clear, which confused Mitsuki. Of course her son wasn't going to get out of it, especially if all of his classmates were already going under the quirk.
"I suppose we should just come right out and say it," Midnight cut in, her eyes flicking between the two teenagers and their parents. "We asked a question regarding when the first time the students had sex was, and when the last time was, so we could accurately guage how much they may already know. Your sons... your sons both confessed to losing their virginities at four years old."
Mitsuki swore the entire world froze in an instant. All of her breath left her lungs, and she couldn't for the life of her inhale any more air. This was one thousand times worse than when her baby was kidnapped, because at least then, she knew that Katsuki could take care of himself. There wasn't anyone she knew that could beat Katsuki, and shitty villains were included in that. But this... Katsuki had been four years old. He hadn't even had his quirk yet, until a few days before his fifth birthday! And little Izuku... he hadn't developed his quirk until he was fifteen years old . But if they had both had sex at four years old, then what did that mean...?
"Mom? Mom!" Katsuki's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she finally inhaled, sucking in so much air that she choked. She felt lightheaded, and she realized that she must have been out of it for longer than she'd thought. All of the people around the room looked worried, but Mitsuki didn't give a fuck about them. She kept her eyes locked on Katsuki's, inhaling and exhaling along with Masaru, who was trying to guide her with one of her hands pressed against his chest.
"Who?" She asked her son, trying to keep her voice soft, rather than its usual haughtiness.
Katsuki studied her expression for a while, his mouth set in a firm line that mirrored her own. Gods, he really was her spitting image. He had enough of his father in him that he looked like a boy, with his sharp jawline and strong nose, but still somewhat feminine like her, as well. He had her upturned eyes, her full, soft lips, and her high cheekbones. When he was a child he had been catnip for little old ladies, and her own modelling agency alike. Had some creeper taken advantage of her baby without her knowledge?
"It was Hisashi," Katsuki confessed. His eyes flicked to either side of Mitsuki, no doubt to check Masaru and Inko's reactions. Mitsuki didn't look away from him, even when she heard her soft- hearted husband begin to cry. Inko was oddly silent at her side, although Mitsuki could tell that the woman was holding her breath. She was likely still in shock.
Katsuki looked away from them all, turning to Izuku. The poor boy was paler than Mitsuki herself, which was really saying something. Izuku had always been a sun-kissed child, tan from his time outside and covered in freckles, just like his father.
His father. Midoriya Hisashi .
"Izukkun?" Her voice wavered when she said his name. Izuku was like a second son to her. She'd loved him from the moment her best friend had given birth to him in that hospital room, and secretly always hoped that her son would get his head out of his ass and realize that he loved Izuku. The thought of either of her boys being taken advantage of by someone who was supposed to protect them...
Izuku met her gaze, his emerald eyes shimmering with unshed tears. His lower lip was wobbling, but to her shock, he wasn't crying. He looked oddly strong sitting there, his shoulders pushed back and his chin held high.
"My dad... he molested me for a few months before he brought Kacchan in on it," the boy told her. Mitsuki's heart shattered for the third time in the last few minutes, but she met Izuku's strength with her own. If Masaru was going to break and Inko was going to freeze, then Mitsuki would need to be the adult here. "He... he made Kacchan and I have sex with each other. He videotaped it and sold it to his friends."
"Are you meaning to tell me that strangers out there have videos of my underage sons ?" Mitsuki turned to the heroes in the room. "Is anything being done about this?"
"Bakugou-san, we have our best people tracking down any videos we can find," Midnight
soothed. "We've already began combing through any large sums of money that Hisashi may have received during that time period, and where that money may have come from."
"We can't guarantee that we'll find all of it, but we are doing our very best," Present Mic spoke for the first time. It was always odd for Mitsuki to see the man out of his loud, cheerful persona, but she also knew that he was a true hero first and foremost, and an entertainer second. They all were.
"Izuku..." Inko squeaked. All eyes turned to the green haired woman, who was dabbing at her eyes with her long sleeves. "Izuku, I'm so, so sorry ."
And that... that didn't sound right. That didn't sound like Inko apologizing for Izuku having to go through all of that at such a young age. That... that sounded like Inko being guilty .
"Inko," Mitsuki said slowly, horror beginning to dawn on her again . "Why are you apologizing?" It seemed to hit Mitsuki like a bus all of a sudden. "Did you... did you know what that bastard was doing to our kids?"
Inko winced at the accusation, staring down at her lap. She was clenching her hands now, flexing and unflexing her fingers. A quick glance at Izuku and Katsuki showed that they looked just as shocked as the rest of them felt, and briefly, Mitsuki considered that she'd been wrong at her accusation. But with one more look at her best friend, she knew that she wasn't wrong.
"I'm sorry, Izuku," Inko sniffled. "I'm so, so sorry. He... he threatened me, threatened you . I didn't know what else to do, and when you came to me right before he left and you were bleeding everywhere... I never thought that he would rape you! I just- I just thought he would touch you a bit..."
"No," Masaru said, sharper than Mitsuki had ever heard him speak. "Inko. No . Tell me you didn't. You did not let him do that to our sons."
"I didn't know Katsuki was in on it!" Inko said, turning to plead with her friends. "If I had known- if I had known-"
"Then what?" Mitsuki asked, her hands beginning to tremble. "Then you would have tried harder? Why in the world wouldn't you try for your own son ?" It just didn't add up for her, no matter how she looked at it. "I've always looked at Izuku like he was my own. If I had known Hisashi was doing that to him, regardless of if Katsuki was involved, I would have murdered him myself . But you... you let him? You let him traumatize our children?"
"I didn't know what else to do," Inko whimpered, burying her face in her hands. "Please, I didn't think Izuku would remember . He was so young, and we needed the money..."
"Mom," Izuku croaked, his tears finally letting loose. "Mom, how could you let him do that to me? You knew ? You knew the entire time?"
"What the fuck Auntie?" Katsuki's voice was so loud that it made all of the flinch, especially when he screeched his chair back and slammed his sparking hands onto the conference table. His pale skin was beginning to turn a blotchy red with his fury, another trait he'd gotten from her. "You let him rape Deku? He was practically a fucking baby!" Katsuki moved like he was going to lunge across the table, causing Inko to shriek and lurch backwards in her seat. Eraserhead just barely caught Katsuki in his bindings, pinning the boy's hands to his sides with a wrap over his mouth to silence him. Present Mic and Midnight were already standing, staring at Inko as more tears fell down her face.
"We're going to have to ask you to come with us," Present Mic said, his voice and face uncharacteristically stern. Inko whipped her head up, shock present on her face.
"W-what? No!" She looked at Izuku, pleading with him. "Izuku, p-please! Please don't let them do this to me!"
Izuku looked lost, obviously not knowing what to do. Katsuki was still struggling against Eraserhead's bindings, so he wasn't going to be any help. Mitsuki stood up, not even hesitating to let her hand crack across Inko's face. She heard a few of the room's occupants gasping, although with her track record, they really shouldn't have been surprised.
"You're dead to us," Mitsuki told Inko. They had been best friends since their freshman year of college, when they had first been roommates. That was twenty-four years of friendship flushed down the drain.
Mitsuki rounded the table and collapsed in the chair next to Izuku's, pulling the boy into her arms. Izuku melted, pushing his face into her collarbone, his entire body beginning to tremble as he cried into her. He had grown so much over the years, and even though she saw him all the time these days, it still shocked Mitsuki when she felt his corded muscles wrap around her as well, squeezing her tightly to himself like she was his anchor. She let it happen, ignoring the uncomfortable twinge in her back as she ran her fingers through Izuku's unruly curls. Present Mic and Midnight led a wailing Inko out of the room, and soon enough, Eraserhead let Katsuki go. Masaru was at their son's side immediately, wrapping him into a hug of his own. Katuki had always been more receptive to Masaru's hugs than Mitsuki's, which probably had to do with their clashing domineering personalities, but at the moment, she could only be grateful, since it meant she was free to watch over Katsuki and comfort Izuku at the same time.
"We will take care of Midoriya-san, so there is no need to worry about that for now," Principal Nedzu said after some time. Mitsuki had almost forgotten he was there, although he, Recovery Girl and Eraserhead were still in the room. "We will leave the four of you alone now. Katsuki and Izuku have the entire week off of school, so if they would like to spend that break in the dorms or at the Bakugou household, they are more than welcome to do so. Just let us know." The three other adults all bowed to them, and Mitsuki nodded thankfully to them in return. If she had anything to say about it, then her boys would be spending the week with her and Masaru.