Boy and girl got off the train at Tatooin Station, walking hand in hand from the shopping district into the residential district. The girl blushed at the occasional glance they received for open affection in public during the day. Never quite judging, at least not openly. Izuku understood this was just Saiki all over. Doing what he wanted no matter what anyone else thought about it. After everything that happened for the past while, she grew to appreciate that kind of attitude. She didn't want to stand out. She didn't want to make a spectacle of herself, no matter how antithetical that was to being a hero for most. Yet... It was nice, her hand in his, feeling his presence. Unconsciously, she found herself walking closer to him, leaning against him a little as they walked.

So wrapped up in the pleasant feel of him being so close, she almost missed seeing Mrs Bakugo in her yard. The young hero wished she had. She might have missed the silent wink of her friend's mother and the waggling eyebrows. She might have escaped her embarrassment consuming her again.

"You live in a nice area," Saiki said aloud, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Really?" Oh, right. Of course he thought so. It had gotten so easy to forget where he came from, where he used to live. She hadn't been there in months, and in fairness, neither had he. "I guess so?" It was hard to figure out what the right thing to say was. Izuku and her mother lived in a... A comfortable area? It wasn't anything special at all, but what was she supposed to do? Say it was ordinary, tell him he was wrong? What if he took that as an insult? She didn't want to say anything that would–

"Izuku?"

Her mouth shut. And that told her the problem. "Oh no."

"Izuku," he repeated, squeezing her hand. "Don't worry about it. Seriously. I'm not gonna fly off the handle because you accidentally call me poor, especially when it's true. You know I spend a lot of time around Momo, right? I'm used to it."

"Ha, haha, right," the legacy hero laughed awkwardly. "I forgot." Momo did used to spend time at Ochako's apartment to 'learn how poor people lived'. She was a sweetheart, but humblebrags and accidental backhanded compliments were a problem she had. "Yeah, it's not that great. My dad works overseas and sends us enough for the apartment and bills, plus some for savings. Once I got into UA he paid for that too."

"Yeah?" It sounded like polite curiosity. "Doesn't sound like there's... Do you see him a lot?"

Oh. Not polite curiosity. Just trying to figure out if he was stepping in anything. "No, he's not really around. But he supports us so..." She trailed off, not really wanting to continue this line of conversation. It wasn't that it made her uncomfortable, it was just a conversation not worth having. Her dad just wasn't an important figure in her life. If she needed a dad then All Might was– Gah! Okay, that was a thought she wasn't expecting, and it wasn't even accurate! Maybe wishful thinking. Who didn't want their dad to be All Might? Him getting all offended on her behalf about Saiki before summer break was fun though. In hindsight at least.

Saiki glanced at her, seemed to sense it wasn't a subject to keep pushing. He had a weird knack for that. "You know, with you being you, I'm surprised you're not more nervous about this."

"What's that supposed to mean? And why would I be nervous?"

"... Seriously? Izuku, six months ago you were terrified just talking to me. You were a nervous wreck." He shrugged at the sour look she shot him. "Hey, you got better, but I figured bringing a boy home to meet your mom? I expected a 'Hieeee!' or something by now."

"... I don't sound like that... Do I?" She didn't like his smile. "Okay, but I'm trying to be better about it! Besides... After the Hassaikai and what happened, I don't know how something like this could scare me."

"... Huh." With a considering hum, her... Boyfriend? Her lover nodded. "I guess you're right."

"You guess I'm...? Wait, were you nervous?"

"What? Of course not. Why would I be?"

Because he was meeting a girl's parents, well, parent, and for all his womanising he'd never actually done that before. "You're right. It's just my mom. She'll want to ask you a bunch of questions, grill you about everything she can think of, and I value her opinion a lot so I want you to make a good first impression. But there's nothing to be nervous for."

Red eyes narrowed in her direction. "When did you get sassy?"

"Sassy?" she asked with a wooden expression, trying her best to hide her trembling.

Saiki dragged a hand down his face. "You're the weirdest kind of neurotic, Izuku. That's all it took to make you nervous?"

What?! She wasn't nervous! She couldn't be nervous! Especially if Saiki was nervous! She had to be confident! Reassuring! She just had to stop shaking, any second now! Just bringing a boy home! No big– "Ow!" She tried to soothe the sudden stinging pain of her backside. "Did you just spank me?!" In public?!

"Seemed like you needed someone to snap you out of it," he answered with an unconcerned smugness. "Did it work?"

"No, and now I'm annoyed!"

He shrugged. "Worth a try. I could try again, or maybe third time's the charm."

"... You're a jerk." Though she wasn't shaking anymore. Did it actually work? That was frustrating. "This is the building." She led him up the stairs, tracing the so familiar path that she hadn't walked anywhere near as often since moving into the dorms. She tried to stop by every couple of weeks, but even that was more than she managed. Everything was always so busy.

She had barely hit the doorbell before the door flew open, her mother's beaming smile greeting her in an instant, already with watery eyes. "Izuku! Welcome home! It was so shocking to see you on the news! You looked so cool! Oh, and you must be Saiki Saisei! Izuku talks about you all the time!"

"Mom!"

"Thank you for looking after my daughter!"

"Uh," with wide eyes, Saiki failed to come up with a response to that right away. "I, uh, I'm glad to–"

"Well come on in! Dinner is cooking, it'll be ready in about twenty minutes! In the meantime I want to hear all about what's been happening! How is agency work? I want all the details! And of course I want to know all I can about your boyfriend!"

"M-Mom!"

Those first few moments felt less like visiting home and more like diving into a whirlwind of mothering. Her mother calmed down a little after that, though only so much. Her enthusiasm to hear about anything and everything remained strong. Well, almost everything. When the subject started tilting toward the Hassaikai raid she changed the subject. Coping, maybe. The reality of what being a hero was, of how much danger Izuku would be in on a regular basis, once she learned that in the least kind way, it seemed like Inko Midoriya didn't want to know the details of it anymore.

It was probably for the best. Izuku didn't want to worry her. If not thinking about it or hearing about it made it easier on her then that was what should happen.

Of course, that brought the subject of Saiki up all the more often. Fresh opportunities to ask anything and everything about him. If Izuku had to guess, he had mentally prepared himself for this particular interrogation. The defensiveness she had expected when his upbringing and financial status were brought up... Well, it was there, but far less than she expected. It might have helped that the woman immediately spun it with the positives, teaching him important things and adult responsibilities rather than treating him like he was lesser.

"Managing finances and budgets are important! Especially for a young family! Even if you're big pro heroes, you'll have saving for kids to worry about!"

"MOM!"

"Oh no, just as a hypothetical!" her mother insisted. "No need to worry about that sort of thing so soon! ... Right? You're on protection, right Izuku?"

This was why she was nervous! Ahh! "Mom! Why are you asking like we're already–?!"

"Oh Izuku! A mother can tell!"

She looked at Saiki who shrugged. Probably more glad she wasn't mad about it than embarrassed. Then again, him getting embarrassed over his sex life was a ridiculous idea in the first place. "... Y-yes, I'm on protection," she admitted with a vivid, mortified blush.

"Good!" The mother of the house looked at the empty plates and bows on the table. "I'm going to get started on the dishes–"

"Would you like some help?" Saiki asked.

"Oh, that would be lovely! Thank you! Oh, in the meantime, Izuku, why don't you see if you can find the photo albums?"

The daughter paled. "The... photo...?"

"I think I put them in the storage closet, but I'm not sure where. Could you find them for me?"

She could. She didn't want to. "Sure."

Marching to the closet like the condemned, she managed to catch words that probably weren't meant for her. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," Saiki answered.

"Not for the dishes. For... Thank you for saving my daughter. I didn't want to embarrass her in front of her boyfriend."

Then why was she getting the photo albums?!

"Then what was that about protection and kids and shit?!"

Exactly! Don't swear in front of her mom but exactly!

"Practical advice from a mother! Also, no language like that in my house, young man!"

"Right, sorry."

This conversation wasn't meant for her. Izuku kept moving toward the closet, started rummaging through boxes. Yet as she did... She couldn't help it. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. Her quirk activated and the modest boost to her hearing let her keep listening to the conversation a couple of walls away.

"You don't need to worry about her so much. She's strong."

"So people tell me... But I don't care about that. I know it's Izuku's dream to be a hero, I know, All Might told me how much potential she has and that she can do so much good in the world. But... Do you know how many boxes of tissues I went through just watching her in the sports festival? And I hear about all these things happening and– I just want her to be safe. As her mother, I'm allowed that." There was firmness but also resignation in her voice. The sound of her accepting what she had to but refusing to budge on what she didn't. "That's why I'm glad she has you, and why I'm saying thank you. She's my baby, but I can't protect her from what's out there anymore. Thank you for doing it now that I can't."

There was guilt for listening in on such a conversation. But it was overshadowed by... It was easier to hear and understand her mom's worry when it wasn't directed at her. No matter how much she wanted to reassure her mother, how much that worry for her sake hurt to witness, it had always felt like it was an attack on her dream, especially when it was about Saiki protecting her. It felt like her mother was saying she couldn't handle it. But overhearing it... It was different. Disconnected from everything else. All she could hear was the hurt and worry.

That was the more important guilt. No matter what implications Izuku took from it, it always came from a place of wanting Izuku safe. Not out of fear for Izuku's weakness, but the love of a parent.

She sighed as she pulled a pair of binders out of a box. "I found them!" she announced loudly. She had earned a little embarrassment if it made her mom happy.

-(-)-

It was something he never knew he needed to see until he saw it.

Little Izuku grinning ear to ear in her All Might onesie. Just the shine in her eyes told him she spent all her time bouncing off the walls. Inko Midoriya didn't need to tell him that, but hearing the embarrassing stories was definitely a fun bonus. All while the girl herself tried to pretend she wasn't there even as her face shone like an emergency light.

The stories were a lot less vibrant as the pictures passed a certain age. It didn't take much to put the pieces together. She was quirkless. It didn't take a genius. That vibrancy of that little kid expired with her dream.

Innocence and enthusiasm crushed at only seven years old. It wasn't intentional but he learned a lot about her. About where her strength came from. Saiki could speak from experience. Crushing experiences happened. Anyone who said you could just push back against them and turn them into strength didn't know what they were talking about. A crushing experience was crushing. The strength to push back against it, to come back from it, it had to be built up. All the experience did was teach you what kind of bug you were in the grand scheme. It was on each person to refuse to be crushed again.

"Thanks for coming, Saiki," Izuku said as he stood on the doorstep. "I know it's awkward, especially with how our relationship isn't exactly..." She looked back in the apartment, paranoid a certain someone was listening in. "It probably won't be domestic."

"It'll be what it'll be, Izuku," he told her. "Like what you babbled at me. No regrets."

The short girl smiled up at him. "Right." Beckoning him closer, she offered him a quick kiss. "I'm going to stay, catch up with my mom. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course, don't worry about it. I'll see you back at the dorms."

"Right. In case I miss you, goodnight Saiki."

Aww. "Goodnight."

Izuku closed the door slowly, smiling at him all the while before the latch clicked into place. Saiki couldn't keep the smile off his face as he headed back down the stairs. 'Goodnight', the sun was still setting.

Mrs Midoriya was a good woman. A good mother. Maybe even a great one. Not that he had a great frame of reference. Hell, he wondered if his own would've–...

No. That wasn't a mental path worth walking.

"Hey stud."

The young man blinked. That was a weird comment from a stranger. He looked into the yard it came from, seeing a blonde woman smirking at him. He felt like he might have seen her before. She must've been out when he and Izuku were coming the other way "Hi. Can I help you?"

"Maybe. You look pretty familiar. You're Saisei, right?"

His real name. Not his hero name. Both were known publicly thanks to when he was abducted but his hero name was most recently in the news. "That's me," he answered with caution.

The woman smiled wider. "Thought so. Let me introduce myself. Mitsuki Bakugo. You're fucking my daughter."

... Ah. Yeah. Blonde. Hungry eyes. Unflinchingly blunt. Foul mouth. He could definitely see the resemblance now. "Well if we're being that blunt. Yeah. She's pretty great in bed."

"Ha!" Laughter was a good reaction. It was a coin flip. Either she would be pissed, which meant she would've been pissed either way, or she'd take it well. Felt like a good time to roll the dice. "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You got time? I think I should get to know my daughter's 'guy she's fucking'. She sure as shit wouldn't bring you by on her own."

Curfew was still a long way off. "Sure, I got time."

"Great!"

Passing the front gate, she joined him, boldly putting a hand on his back as she led him into the house. On his back, then lower back. She smiled at him.

Those eyes.

What exactly was he walking into here?

"Masaru!" the woman called out. "Guess who I found!"

He knew Katsumi very well. He had just met her mother. It was inevitable that as he was about to meet her father a picture would build up in his head.

It didn't match up at all. "Oh, uh, you're, Saisei, right?" the timid man asked with an uncertain smile. "Katsumi has told us all about you!"

"Pfft! No she hasn't," Mitsuki instantly cut her husband's politeness down. "I'm gonna go fetch a drink, you can make yourself comfortable."

"Uh, thanks." He sat on the couch, Masaru in a nearby chair. The man struggling to think of something to say or what to talk about.

Thankfully for both of them, they didn't have to wait long for Mitsuki to return, sitting down next to the guest, unusually close. "Here you go, honey."

He thanked her as he took the glass. Iced tea. Based on the shape of her own glass, her drink wasn't quite so innocent.

"So you're fucking Katsumi."

"Dear, that's maybe a little–?"

"I'm not gonna beat around the bush," Mitsuki cut off her husband before he could even finish his protest, returning her attention to Saiki. "Tell me what she won't."

"I don't know what she did tell you."

"Oh, that you're fucking a bunch of girls at the same time. Guess that's why I saw you hand in hand with Inko's kid earlier." Something must have shown in his reaction, as her expression showed a little reassurance. "Don't worry. I'm not mad for Katsumi's sake. She knows what she wants and she's getting it." Suddenly, he felt a hand on his thigh. "I can relate."

... This was a pass. Katsumi's mother was making a pass at him. A blindingly obvious one. With her husband right there. Before Saiki could look and see his reaction to his wife's actions, his phone rang.

What a great opportunity to stall and figure out what he wanted to do here. He happily answered the call without looking at who it was. "Hello?"

"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK! WHY ARE YOU AT MY HOUSE!"

Oh. Well! Literally anyone else would have been better. "Hi, Katsumi. How's it goin- Wait, how do you know I'm-"

"MY FUCKING MOM SENT ME A PICTURE OF YOU IN MY LIVING ROOM!"

Mitsuki smiled. No doubt she could hear Katsumi's yelling even with the distance. The hand on his thigh began to move. "Okay? She invited me in since, ah, we have such a special relationship. It's not a big-"

"SHE WANTS TO FUCK YOU, IDIOT!"

Mitsuki grinned. The hand on his thigh moved up and inward, settling on his crotch and gently stroking. "Like I said, I can relate."

He couldn't resist anymore. His head turned to see the one he expected to have the biggest problem with this. He should have known what he would see instead. Masaru Bakugo was watching intently. Though showed no indication of having a problem.

Okay. "Okay." Okay. "Katsumi, I'm gonna have to call you back."

"YOU SON OF A BITCH–!"

The call ended, the phone put on silent. "So what exactly is this?"

"My husband and I have an arrangement," Mitsuki told him, confirming what he already guessed. "You don't need the details. Short version is, we bring in another man to play. And by play, I mean fuck me so hard I can't walk the next day." The hand slipped under his pants, rubbing him directly. Her eyes lit up as she felt it. "You interested?" she asked with sudden, greater anticipation.

His eyes flicked down. It was no accident how she was leaning to expose a lot of cleavage. Suddenly the hand stroking him became slippery as it ran over his cock. Biting his lip, he fought to keep his head on straight. "... Let's call it a tentative yes. But I'm not gonna just walk in off the street and fuck you. There are things I need to nail down."

"Hm. So you're a fuckboy but not just a fuckboy, huh?" Mitsuki asked with unexpected approval. "Alright. You handle what you need to handle." Her hand retreated, the slippery substance coating her hand rubbed into the skin of both hands. "Give me your phone." Taking it, she put in her own number. "Give me a call when you're ready to work out the details."

"Sure." Without hesitation he tipped the glass back to drink it in one go. He had never felt this cornered before, even against Mirko. Mitsuki was almost predatory in her approach. He needed to catch his breath. "Thanks for the drink."

"Don't be a stranger."

He didn't flee from the house. If only because he didn't want to be seen to flee the house. Instead he walked calmly and carefully to and through the door. Down the path, down the street. Only when he was sure he was out of sight of the Bakugo household did he let his real feelings show.

Katsumi's parents were into some real kinky swinger shit or something. Her parents wanted him to fuck her mom. That was a new one.

He had an out.

... He didn't really want an out.

Maybe it was a little bit of a pride thing. A woman had made him feel cornered. The last time that happened was Mirko and that led to a months long competition to be the one on top. It was no surprise he wanted to show Mitsuki she had no idea who she was dealing with. Wanted to make her squeal and scream and beg for mercy and more in the same breath. It was probably also... She was hot. He was shallow like that. He wasn't ashamed of that. And getting to fuck both mother and daughter would be awesome.

This was how he spent the train ride and walk back to the dorms. He knew what he wanted, but the why was important. He had an ego and it got him into trouble and pushed him to make stupid decisions sometimes. He didn't intend to let that screw him over again. That kind of self-reflection got him out of the house and that was apparently the right choice.

"Oh, hey Saiki!" Kirishima called out to him as he entered the dorms. Katsumi's head snapped up and she stomped toward him. "Think you got time for some sparring?"

"Maybe another time," Saiki answered, following Katsumi up the stairs to the boys' rooms.

"Uh, yeah, okay. I'll check with you tomorrow, cool?"

"Sure."

Katsumi was waiting next to his door, staring at him unblinkingly. He unlocked the door, opened it and she pushed him in, slamming it behind her. "Did you fuck my mom?"

"... Again. Hi Katsumi. How's your night–?"

She pushed him back, pinned him against the wall, breathing heavily. "Did you. Fuck. My mom."

... It wasn't anger. Well, it was and it wasn't. She was being intense, demanding. Quietly demanding which was rare for her. She was also breathing heavily. Kind of like when she–

Hm.

"So what if I did?"

Her hand clenched into a fist in his shirt. "Bastard...!" She shoved him harder against the wall and smashed her lips against his. "You're mine! Hear me?!" For the second time that night, a Bakugo shoved her hand down his pants. "This belongs to me, not that old skank!"

Saiki grinned. So that was how it was. With weight, size and strength, he pulled her around and shoved her into the wall, pinning her there and crowding her with his body. "Is this a good time to say I didn't fuck her?"

"... What?"

"Yeah. I told her there were things that needed to be handled before that could happen. I didn't fuck her." In a low voice, he continued. "But you wanted me to."

"Fuck off!"

"That little display just now. What else would you call that? You thought I gave her what she wanted, and you never wanted it more. Am I wrong?" He grinned, inches away. "You know what? Now that I know, I think I'll take her up on it."

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"You want to stop me? You still owe me two, you know." Her eyes widened. Ha! Even after all these months she still took those punishments seriously. He appreciated it, really. It was a fun game. "But maybe this is a little extreme. Tell you what. You really want to stop me? How about you put it on the line again, like old times."

"The fuck are you planning now?!" she demanded, irritated and eager.

"You and me. One on one. I win? All three punishments go up. I get to fuck Mitsuki whenever I want. However I want."

"... You're on."

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