Mini but Mighty!

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Categories: M/M, Other
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia (Anime & Manga)
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou,
Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)
Additional Tags: De-Aging Quirk (My Hero Academia), Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Friendship,
Childhood Friends, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Fluff and Humor
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-12-30 Updated: 2025-02-16 Words: 37,171 Chapters:
12/20
 Mini but Mighty!
by Peffer90

Summary

Class 1A has their hands full after a quirk accident—because the problem children are now
actual children!

or

Izuku and Katsuki were hit by a de-aging quirk, bringing their sweet and innocent friendship
to Class 1A!

Notes

Hello everyone! I'm a bit excited because this is my very first story on AO3. I've been writing
fanfiction for a long time, but so far only in my native language. I hope I can bring a little
smile to your face with this story, as that's its only purpose: to bring joy and make you feel
good! Enjoy!

See the end of the work for more notes

 Quirk Accident

Chapter 1 - Quirk Accident

“Deku! Bakugou! After him! Don’t let him escape!” the sidekicks of Endeavor yelled.They
were on patrol during their internship when an alarm suddenly went off. A man, fairly
inconspicuous, burst out of a store carrying a bag. He seemed to have stolen something.

“I’ll go left, you go right!” Izuku called to Katsuki. Katsuki followed the suggestion but still
yelled back at him, “Don’t tell me what to do!”

They worked well together. With Black Whip, Izuku had become so agile that he could easily
keep up with Katsuki.

The villain disappeared into an alleyway. Katsuki flew directly into it while Deku swung in
from above.

“Stop right there!” the green-haired boy shouted, reaching out with his black whip and
grabbing the villain’s wrist. However, the man pulled on the connection, causing Deku to
collide hard with Katsuki. The impact was so intense that it left them both dizzy and slightly
disoriented.

“You two are still so young! Let’s see just how far back I can take you!” the villain’s voice
rang out. Before they could react, he touched their heads.

A sharp pain shot through both of them, and they lost consciousness.

~*~*~at UA~*~*~

“WHAAAAAT?!” shocked and horrified voices echoed from Class 1-A’s classroom. Their
homeroom teacher sighed, running a hand through his hair. Sometimes, this job really got on
his nerves.

“Did I not speak clearly enough?” he asked the class. They still looked a bit dazed, so he
repeated himself: “Katsuki and Izuku were involved in an incident with a villain during their
internship. They were hit by the villain’s quirk, which has reverted them to their childhood
selves. Some volunteers among you will need to look after them for the next 48 to 72 hours.”

Momo was the first to regain her voice: “But Mr. Aizawa! With all due respect, we’re
teenagers without any experience in childcare. And how young are they now?”
“You’re a class, and you have a responsibility toward each other. This will also serve as a
good exercise to strengthen your bond. As for their age: We estimate them to currently be
about four years old.”

“Why can’t they stay with their parents?” Mineta asked in an annoyed tone.

“Mrs. Midoriya and the Bakugou family are both occupied with their work, so the
responsibility falls to you,” Aizawa explained calmly, omitting the detail that Katsuki’s
mother had no patience for dealing with her son in this exhausting phase of his life again. No
wonder the boy turned out the way he did, he thought to himself.

“The school administration and I have agreed that four of you will look after the two of them.
The rest will attend a review class. Those of you who didn’t perform well in the last
midterms shouldn’t volunteer for this.”

Everyone nodded in understanding, glancing around at each other. No one seemed eager to
volunteer until Ochako’s voice broke the silence: “Guys, they’re still our friends. And it
won’t be too hard to look after them—they’re just four years old!”

Some nodded hesitantly, but Kyoka noted, “I’m not worried about Izuku. He was probably
adorable as a kid. But Katsuki?”

Kirishima laughed from the other side of the room: “I’m really curious about that!”

“Why aren’t you taking care of them, Mr. Aizawa?” Fumikage asked.

“I already have to look after Eri. I don’t need these two problem children on top of that!” he
answered honestly, ending the discussion.

“Alright, head to the dorms now. They should already be there. After getting to know them,
you can decide who will take on the responsibility,” he instructed as he started to leave the
room. He paused briefly to address the class again: “Mrs. Bakugou will stop by later to drop
off some clothes for them. If anything is missing, you can either come to me or ask
Yaoyorozu to create it for you.”

The students nodded dutifully, packed their bags, and left the room, curious about what
awaited them.

~*~*~at the dorms~*~*~

“FUCK OFF, YOU OLD BAG! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH US!” a very loud and
aggressive child’s voice yelled from inside the dormitory. The class froze in shock at the
entrance of their residence and exchanged speechless glances.

“Seriously? Was Katsuki always like this as a kid?” Kaminari asked, baffled. They were
starting to get a bad feeling about this. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as they’d initially
thought.

Cautiously, they stepped inside the building and saw two small boys sitting on the sofa -
unmistakably their two classmates. Izuku was sitting slightly behind Katsuki, who had
extended a protective arm and was glaring angrily at Recovery Girl and the policeman.

“Kacchan, you shouldn’t insult people like that,” little Izuku mumbled behind him, visibly
embarrassed.

“Bakugou,” the policeman said calmly, “I just explained to you that there was a quirk
accident. You were hit by a villain’s Quirk and reverted to your childhood selves.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, old man! We’ve always been like this!” Katsuki snapped back,
crossing his arms defiantly.

“You’re actually 16 years old and students at UA!” the officer continued. Izuku’s eyes
immediately began to sparkle, though Katsuki shot him an angry glare.

“Don’t believe everything he says. We were definitely kidnapped and brought here!” Katsuki
grumbled at Izuku.

“But Kacchan! If what this kind policeman says is true, then we’re going to be heroes!”

Izuku’s face lit up with pure delight. A collective “aww” escaped from some of the girls in
the class, catching the attention of the two boys.

“What kind of clown parade are you?” the blonde, impulsive child immediately barked,
pushing Izuku a little further behind him. The class stared at him in stunned silence. What
was wrong with this kid?

“We’re your classmates. And I kindly ask you, Bakugou, to watch your tone…” Ilda began
but was promptly interrupted by the little blonde boy with a sharp, “Shut up, four-eyes!”

Izuku tugged at Katsuki’s sleeve, giving him a pleading look to calm down a little. Katsuki
huffed, crossed his arms, and plopped down next to Izuku on the sofa, silently insisting that
his friend keep holding onto his upper arm.

“Hello!” Izuku greeted shyly but cheerfully. “Are you all heroes?”

The girls melted. How could anyone be so ridiculously adorable? Kyoka and Ochako moved
closer, sitting across from the boys.

“We’re all hero trainees, just like you. If Katsuki doesn’t believe us, we can show you your
rooms and maybe some pictures of you,” Ochako explained, feeling pretty proud of her
suggestion. Right on cue, Kirishima appeared behind the girls, fiddling with his phone, and
turned it toward the two boys.

“Here, Kats! This was during the match between our class and 1-B.”
Both boys stared wide-eyed at the screen before Katsuki pulled a face. “Ha, I knew I’d look
awesome when I grew up.”

Some of the students made gagging noises, while others just shook their heads.

“Whoa, Kacchan! Look how tall you are! And your costume is so hero-like!” Izuku gushed,
tugging excitedly at his arm while bouncing on the couch. Ochako also pulled out her phone,
blushing a little, and showed a really great photo of Izuku in his hero suit.

“Whoa, Zuki! You look super cool!” Kacchan remarked, looking at the picture with
admiration and a bit of fascination. Question marks seemed to pop up over the class’s heads.
They were equally stunned by Katsuki’s choice of words. Cool? And then there was the
nickname.

“Zuki?” Denki asked in confusion.

“What, Dunce Face? Only I’m allowed to call Izuku that!” Katsuki growled at him. More
astonished looks followed.

“You call him Izuku?”

“What else would I call him? Are you all brain-damaged or something?” he snapped back,
only to be tugged on again by Izuku.

“Kacchan! They’re probably our friends! Don’t be so mean to them.”

“Pah! I don’t need more friends. You’re all I need! The rest are my underlings!” he declared
with an arrogance that was truly unmatched.

“Wow! How obnoxious can a four-year-old possibly be?” Mineta blurted out.

The two boys turned to look at him, and Katsuki shot back, “I don’t talk to kids shorter than
me!”

Some laughter broke out as Mineta’s face turned red with anger. “You little brat! I ought to
teach you some manners!”

“Mineta, you don’t have any manners yourself, so quiet!” Ilda interjected.

What kind of bizarre scene was this? The class was genuinely stunned. They knew Bakugou,
but they’d never imagined he’d been this foul-mouthed and self-assured as a child. Still, it
was oddly sweet how he treated Izuku, completely different from the present.

“What Quirks do we have?” Izuku asked with childlike curiosity.

“Oh, you don’t have them now?” Kirishima responded with a question instead of an answer.

“We wouldn’t ask if we did, Shitty Hair!” Katsuki snapped, glaring aggressively at everyone.
The students chose not to comment but were amazed that Katsuki’s nicknames matched those
he used as a teenager.
“Bakugou can make explosions with his hands, and Izuku has a strength-enhancing ability.
Plus, he recently got these black whip-like things,” Ochako patiently explained.

“Wow, cool! Do we fight well together? Have we beaten a lot of villains?” more questions
poured out of little Izuku’s mouth. Apparently, they had piqued his interest, and he was as
easily captivated by heroism as his teenage self.

“Well, honestly, you’re more…” Kirishima began but was cut off by Kyoka, who jabbed him
with her earphone jacks, sending sound waves through him. Grimacing, he fell silent.

“What he means is, you’re still students and have only had a few missions so far. But you’re
really good together,” she quickly said, shooting a brief glare at the redhead behind her. He
looked back at her, confused about what he’d done wrong.

Izuku nodded enthusiastically, while Katsuki suddenly declared, “I’m hungry. Zuki is too!”

The students exchanged questioning glances before Momo suggested, “We’ll make you
something. You can play in Izuku’s room in the meantime!”

“Fine! But it better not be some lousy instant food! If I really grow up to be that big, it’s
because I only eat quality and healthy stuff!”

Several students took deep breaths; some had to be physically restrained after that comment.

“Of course! Mina will take you to the room,” Momo said with an angelic smile, which
everyone suspected required a great deal of self-control.

“Come on, you two!” Mina said kindly. Katsuki hopped off the sofa, briefly looking back at
Izuku, who slid down cautiously. Katsuki took his hand and followed Mina.

As soon as they turned the corner, the class collectively exhaled. Even the policeman and
Recovery Girl sighed in relief.

“What kind of kid is that?” Mineta grumbled as soon as they were out of sight.

The policeman cleared his throat and said, “I suspect Eraserhead has given you a challenging
task. But don’t worry, this should all be over within the next 72 hours. We caught the villain,
but he refused to undo his Quirk. He just said it was our fault for relying on children for hero
work.”

They stared at him in astonishment, momentarily speechless. Others voiced their complaints.
After a brief exchange, the policeman and Recovery Girl said their goodbyes.

“Alright, let’s prepare a meal for the prince,” Kirishima said, clapping his hardened fists
together with enthusiasm.
“Seriously, I don’t even want to make anything for that brat. Let him starve for two days.
Honestly, I prefer the older Bakugou. At least he cooks his own food,” Mineta grumbled,
earning a lot of agreement from the group.
“Okay, everyone, calm down! Mr. Aizawa said only four of us need to watch over them. At
first, I thought that number was a bit excessive, but after meeting those two, it seems more
than reasonable,” Kyoka tried to appease the group, glancing around the room.

This helped calm some tempers, and most of the class quickly retreated to their rooms,
muttering about never wanting to deal with little Katsuki. The remaining group consisted of
Kirishima, Kaminari, Momo, Ochako, Tsuyu, Kyoka, and Ilda. Shoto was still away for his
internship.

“Oh, quite a few of them left,” Ochako remarked, looking a bit disappointed.

Momo sighed. “Understandable, after meeting His Majesty.”

Her shrug and tone of voice drew some laughter from the group. She still seemed utterly
baffled by Bakugou’s behavior.

“Shall we draw lots to decide who’ll take care of them?” Kirishima suggested. However,
Momo, Tsuyu, and Ilda quickly declined the babysitting duties.

“Kaminari, you need to focus on your studies. Your grades are abysmal,” Momo commanded,
and the others readily agreed.

“Well, then it’s settled, isn’t it? Kirishima, Kyoka, and me. If Mina stays on, that makes
four,” Ochako cheered, clapping her hands.

“Great, but that makes me the only guy,” Kirishima complained, only to have Kyoka and
Ochako each grab one of his arms.

“Oh, Kirishima, it’ll be fun. And you’ll be in charge of the really tough stuff,” they teased.

Naturally, Eijiro was all in, already thinking about teaching the boys some “manly” lessons.

However, Momo chimed in, “Mina would probably love to help, but her grades aren’t great
either. She could cover until Todoroki gets back.”

The others nodded in agreement, knowing they’d need to ask Shoto about it later.

With the immediate issue resolved, the group strolled toward the kitchen when Kirishima
suddenly remembered something. “Hey Jiro, why did you stop me earlier?”

“Well, you were about to ruin the friendship of two innocent kids!”

Kirishima tilted his head, confused, prompting the girls to shake theirs. Tsuyu took pity on
him and explained, “Kirishima, didn’t you see how those two were acting, ribbit? They seem
like the best, best, BEST of friends, ribbit. You can’t just tell them they’re rivals now, ribbit.”

“Tsuyu’s right. They don’t remember anything. For them, this is their perfect little world
where they don’t even have quirks yet. Let’s just let them spend the next few days like this.
Who knows if they’ll remember it later.” Uraraka added.
Everyone agreed. They decided to let the boys live in their bubble of friendship for now. It
was fascinating and endearing to see them interact so differently from their older selves.
What else would they discover?

“But seriously, girls, am I the only one who wants to pick up little Izuku and cuddle him?
He’s just so adorable!” Kyoka gushed, her cheeks tinting slightly red. She flashed a wide
smile, but before anyone could respond, Kaminari interjected, “I’m available for cuddles
too!”

He was immediately met with Kyoka’s earphone jacks. “Idiot! As if anyone would want to
cuddle you,” she muttered, visibly flustered, her cheeks growing even redder.

The others chuckled at the scene while Momo inspected the fridge with a skeptical look. It
was fully stocked with all kinds of ingredients, but the real problem was that Bakugou had
been assigned to cook this week. Naturally, he wouldn’t remember any of his plans.

“Can anyone tell me what Bakugou was planning to make? Or what needs to be used first?”
Momo asked, clearly overwhelmed. She wasn’t used to dealing with such things, having
grown up with household staff who handled it all. Even at the dorms, she usually worked
with her friends instead of leading on her own—a habit she was still trying to break.

“No idea! It’s usually curry when he cooks, though,” Kyoka speculated.

“But that’s usually made from leftovers at the end of the week,” Ochako pointed out.

The group exchanged clueless glances until Kirishima sighed. “Why does he always cook
alone? The rest of us plan as a group. Not very manly of him to be such a lone wolf!”

“Well, Bakugou’s so good at cooking that he doesn’t need anyone else,” someone replied.

A collective sigh swept through the group.

“Mr. Aizawa mentioned that Bakugou’s mom would be stopping by later. She can probably
help us figure this out.”

“Yeah, but the boys are hungry now!”

“Should I just grab two portions from Lunch Rush real quick?”

“That would be awesome, Ochako! The little spoiled prince won’t complain about that,”
Kyoka said with amusement, recalling how Katsuki had acted like the “princess and the pea”
earlier.

“Alright, Tsuyu, want to come with me?” Ochako asked.

With that, the two girls left, leaving the rest of the group in the kitchen.
 too cute to be true
Chapter Notes

Happy New Year!!!

And i want to start it with a new Chapter of my lovely Bakudeku!
Have fun and eat something salty, because this Chapter is hopefully really sweet.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Chapter 2 – too cute to be true

Meanwhile, Mina was walking alongside the mini versions of Bakugou and Midoriya toward
the elevator to take them to Midoriya’s room.

“Excuse me, what’s your name again?” Izuku asked shyly, making Mina squeal internally.
Never in her wildest dreams had she thought the already adorable Izuku Midoriya could
transform into an even sweeter cinnamon roll.

“My name’s Mina Ashido! And I’m 16 years old,” she introduced herself calmly, leaning
down slightly so as not to tower over the two boys, who were barely a meter tall. She quickly
added, “You don’t need to introduce yourselves to anyone here since we all already know
you. We’ve been living together in this dorm for half a year now.”

“Wow! That long?”

Mina held back a laugh. Izuku’s green eyes sparkled with pure wonder. Meanwhile, Katsuki
still regarded her with suspicion, staying alert at Izuku’s side as if someone had assigned him
the task of protecting the younger boy. It was an unusual sight.

“Yeah, and we always have tons of fun here,” she said with a bright smile.

When they reached the elevator, Mina pressed the button, and the doors opened instantly. She
stepped inside and pressed the button for the first floor, but then quickly stuck her foot in the
door to keep it open when she realized the boys hadn’t followed her.

“Uh, you guys have to come in,” she explained, trying to figure out what was happening in
front of her.

“Shut up, alien!” Katsuki barked at her, making her instinctively want to snap back. But
before she could, the blonde boy grabbed Izuku’s hands.

“Nothing’s gonna happen in there, Zuki! I’ll hold your hand the whole time, okay?”
“B-but, what if—what if…?” Izuku stammered, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. Mina’s
heart broke at the sight, though she was equally charmed by Katsuki’s unexpectedly caring
behavior. She had never seen him act like this before.

“Don’t be such a crybaby! You can hug me if you have to, but don’t wipe your snot on me,
got it?” Katsuki grumbled.

Sniffling, Izuku nodded and then broke into a contented smile as he practically threw himself
at Katsuki. Katsuki let out a small grunt but patted Izuku’s back with his tiny hand as he
stepped backward into the elevator.

“Kacchan is the best! Kacchan is so brave! Kacchan is amazing.” Izuku mumbled to himself,
his eyes tightly shut as he clung a little harder to his childhood friend when the elevator
began to move.

Mina couldn’t resist snapping a stealthy photo. Oh, heavens! The others were never going to
believe this! God, this was too sweet - she might actually die from sugar overload.

As Izuku continued murmuring praises about his “Kacchan,” they soon arrived at the first
floor. Mina smiled, finally understanding why Bakugou had such an inflated ego. If she’d
been praised like that all her life, she’d probably be a megalomaniac by now too. But there
was no way she’d ever say that to Bakugou’s face - her life was far too precious for that.

As they exited the elevator, Katsuki freed himself from Izuku‘s tight grip and straightened his
T-shirt. Only now did Mina realize it was a little too big - just like Izuku’s. They were
probably wearing clothes donated by the police for victims at their station. Momo definitely
has to make them something really cute later, she thought as she led the boys into Izuku’s
room.

She turned the doorknob and sighed in relief. Luckily, Izuku hadn’t locked his room. There
were only a few students who actually locked their rooms, mostly the girls. The reason?
Clearly Mineta! There was a huge fear that one day they would find him lounging in their
underwear drawer.

“So, here we are!” Mina grinned, showing the two boys what was probably the All Might-iest
room on earth.

"Whoa!" the two four-year-olds shouted in unison. Their eyes were as wide as if Mina had
just shown them Santa’s workshop.

“KACCHAN KACCHAN! Look, so many All Mights!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly, tugging
at the older boy’s sleeve. He hopped up and down the whole time. Katsuki just nodded and
walked into the room with his friend to look around.

Mina sighed and sat down in Izuku’s desk chair. She didn’t want to just plop down on the bed
uninvited. With Kirishima or Sero, she would have done it out of habit since they often hung
out, chatted, and occasionally studied together. But it felt a bit inappropriate here with
Midoriya.
She smiled as she watched the two boys inspect, comment on and discuss each figure. They
bounced excitedly around the room, unsure where to start looking first. For Mina, though, it
was just too much blue, red and yellow merchandise everywhere. She honestly wondered
how Midoriya managed to sleep surrounded by so many eyes. But, well, he was pretty special
with his All Might obsession.

“Look, Kacchan! There’s our All Might plushie,” Izuku said overjoyed, snapping Mina out of
her thoughts. She raised an eyebrow skeptically as she watched him crawl onto the bed and
pull out the worn-out All Might from the corner. The thing looked like it was a hundred years
old. Why did Izuku have this on his bed? And why did he refer to it as their plushie?

“Oh, it’s not as soft anymore,” Izuku said sadly, hugging it to his chest. Katsuki climbed onto
the bed too and took the plush toy from Izuku.

“It’s not as bright either. What did you do with it, Zuki?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku shrugged and said, “Maybe I cuddled with it too much. My teddy at home looks the
same.”

“Hm, then I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Really? But then you’ll need one too. We need to match.”

“Okay, then the old hag will buy us both a new one.”

“Kacchan! You can’t always call Aunt Mitsuki a hag. She’s your mom,” the younger scolded,
but the older one just patted him on the head and smiled.

“I’ll call her whatever I want. Got it, Zuki?”

Izuku pouted, then looked at Mina and held out the All Might plushie.

“Mina! Can you read this?”

Confused, Mina stood up and took the stuffed toy. She turned the little tag on the foot and her
eyes went wide. Why in the world did the tag say “Kacchan” on it?

“Does it say Kacchan or Zuki?” the boy asked, and Mina answered mechanically, “Kacchan.”
It was only then that she realized how odd it felt to say Katsuki’s nickname out loud. She had
never done that before. Only Kaminari sometimes used it to tease the blonde.

“Then you must’ve cuddled with him a lot!” Izuku laughed at Katsuki, but the older boy just
crossed his arms.

“Not a chance! I just leave him in my room. Only babies cuddle with plushies.”

“B-but you said you liked him!” Izuku sniffled. Holy! This boy started crying even faster
than his teenage self.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like him.”

“But plushies are for cuddling! And you said you cuddle with him when I don’t sleep with
you!”

Mina clasped her hand over her mouth, struggling to hold back a squeak. What kind of
ridiculously cute scene had she walked into? She felt like screaming because it was just so
adorable.

"Mama laughs at me when I go to bed with a plushie."

"Then I'll scold Aunt Mitsuki!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Promise me, Zuki!"

“I promise it!”

Mina felt like she was about to collapse. First, she was about to burst after the conversation
between the two - it was just too sweet. She tried to recall her own conversations with her
best friend at that age. They were probably just as cheesy and embarrassing, right? Though,
did people even feel embarrassed by such things at that age? When did it start that you
couldn’t openly say such cheesy things anymore? Because with the boys, everything sounded
so serious, which somehow made it even cuter.

Second, how could a mother laugh at her son for something like that? Mina had even slept
between her parents at age six and always had her stuffed rabbit, Captain Hopps, with her.
Hmm, maybe that was also a clue about Bakugou's current personality. But she didn’t want to
judge. After all, four-year-olds sometimes didn’t know how to express themselves properly.

There was still a third question on her mind: Why did Izuku have an All Might plushie with
Bakugou’s name on it? Maybe she could work that one out.

"Izuku! Why did you ask me what name was on it?"

"Because Kacchan and I can’t read yet, and we always mix up our toys when we meet."

"Oh, is that bad?"

"No. I like Kacchan’s things just as much as mine."

Mina just nodded and handed him the All Might plush. The boy immediately took it from her
hand and gently placed it back in the corner next to his pillow. He patted the stuffed toy’s
head, smiled, and gently pressed the fabric hand. Then he sat down next to Katsuki on the
bed and continued looking around the room, until his gaze landed on Mina.

"Was your skin always pink?" he suddenly asked. Mina was caught off guard by the question.
"Uh, yes. I was born this way," she replied, and was about to sit back in the chair when
Izuku’s voice came again: "Can I touch it?"

Mina was so thankful she was naturally pink, because otherwise, her cheeks would have been
glowing with a deep blush. She knew it was just childlike curiosity, but she was still
technically in front of a sixteen-year-old boy.

"Sure," she smiled and held out her arm. She was almost touched when Izuku gently ran his
fingers over her forearm. His hand then moved concentrated to his own arm, and he rubbed
over his skin. He made a thoughtful sound before turning to Katsuki. "Kacchan! Give me
your arm."

Katsuki snorted in annoyance but extended his arm without a comment. Izuku carefully ran
his left hand over the forearm, while his right hand went back to Mina’s upper arm.

"Kacchan and you have equally smooth skin. Aunt Mitsuki’s is smooth like that too," he
announced after finishing his "analysis."

Mina stared at the boy, surprised. How did he come up with comparing their skin?

"What’s your quirk?" Izuku asked, and now Mina felt like the boy had already begun to
observe and understand everything around him from a young age.

"My quirk called ‘Acid,’ and I can produce it with my hands. I can also control how liquid or
solid the acid is," she explained in more detail to prevent any follow-up questions.

"What’s acid?"

"Uh, it’s a liquid that can break things down. It burns things away and destroy it."

Izuku looked at her, shocked, and covered his mouth with his hands. Then, with a slightly
panicked expression, he asked, "Doesn’t it hurt you?"

Mina wanted to hug the boy. She had already lost count of how many times she had thought
of the word cute during this short time. Instead, she smiled calmly at Izuku and explained,
"No, only if I produce too much acid. Otherwise, my skin is basically immune to it."

"Immune means it doesn’t hurt, right?"

"Exactly!"

"What was Kacchan’s quirk again?"

"Uh, Explosion."

"How does it work?"

"Uh, it works with his sweat from his hands."

Izuku tilted his head, looking thoughtful. Katsuki, who had been quietly sitting beside them,
spoke up. "Dad can make small explosions too. And the old hag has something in her sweat
for her skin."

Mina was both amazed and embarrassed. She had been in her self-called Bakusquad, but she
couldn’t even say what chemical substance was in his sweat. She only knew their quirks were
similar in terms of fluid secretion, but she couldn’t make hers explode. That was due to the
different compositions. Damn, what substance made things explode again? God, she really
needed to pay more attention in class!

With that resolve in mind, Mina turned her attention back to the two boys in front of her and
smiled as she spoke to them, “You two are really interested in quirks, huh?”

"Of course! After all, we need to know how to kick villian’s ass," Katsuki said confidently.

"Kacchan!" Izuku immediately scolded him after that, but Katsuki only grinned smugly and
replied, "Stop being such a baby."

Izuku puffed out his cheeks and looked away, but then it seemed like something else caught
his attention. God, this kid had an endless curiosity.

“What are those notebooks, Mina?” Izuku asked.

“Oh, those are where you write down information about other people’s quirks,” she replied.
„You called it Hero Analysis for the future.“

“Is there something about Kacchan in there?”

Mina paused for a moment. She was one hundred percent sure that Izuku had more than one
page of information about Katsuki in those notebooks, but was it okay to look inside without
permission?

So she replied, “Most likely. But there are so many of them, I don’t know where it might be.”

“Okay!” Izuku said, a bit disappointed, then yawned and laid his head on Katsuki's shoulder.

“Are you tired, Zuki?” Katsuki asked, his hand immediately finding Izuku’s green curls and
patted his head. Izuku nodded, yawned, closed his eyes, and and ran his fingers through them
soothingly.

Mina watched the whole thing briefly before she jumped up and said, “You know what, I’m
going to check how far the others are with dinner. You two can rest in bed until then, okay?
Can you stay here alone for a bit? I’m coming back as soon as dinner is ready.”

Izuku gave a sleepy nod, flopping down onto the bed and curling up like a little cat.

„Don`t let us wait any longer...” Katsuki grumbled but gently guided his small friend towards
the pillow. He pulled the blanket from under both of them with some effort before covering
them both up. He also grabbed the stuffed toy from the corner and placed it next to Izuku,
who immediately grabbed it and closed his eyes with a happy sigh.
 Katsuki pulled the blanket a little higher and rested his head on the pillow next to the plushie,
shooting Mina a look that she interpreted as a signal for her to leave. In her mind, she could
almost hear the raspy voice of his sixteen-year-old Bakugou saying, "Stop looking so dumb
and scram, Racoon Eye!"

Mina smiled to herself. Yeah, that’s probably how it would be. And at the same time, she was
still surprised, astonished, and somehow even a bit shocked.

Who would have thought that this rough, loud and aggressive guy would have such a caring
side? And even more so towards Midoriya. And at this age, too. It was so fascinating - and
too cute to be true.

Chapter End Notes

I hope you liked it! I'm a bit like Mina, just completely smitten with the two of them. <3
How do you like the mini versions of them?

The next chapter coming on Friday or Saturday!

PS: I hope the chapter was understandable and easy to read.

 Mitsuki Bakugou
Chapter Summary

Mitsuki Bakugou arrives at the dorms!

Chapter Notes

A lovely Saturday, everyone!

Thanks for the Kudos and Comments at the last chapter!! It makes me really happy! =D
Today the chapter is a little bit longer!
Have fun!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Chapter 3 – Mitsuki Bakugou

When Mina arrived in the common room, she saw her friends relaxing and drinking tea on
the sofa.

“Huh? Weren’t you guys supposed to be cooking?” she asked, perplexed.

“Ochako and Tsuyu are just picking something up from Lunch Rush in the cafeteria.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have thought you guys would be this lazy,” she teased as she plopped down
next to Kirishima on the sofa.

Momo smiled awkwardly, but Kyoka explained, “Bakugou planned the meals for this week,
but we don’t know what it is. We’re waiting for his mom, she should be here soon.”

“And where did you leave the two boys?” Kirishima asked, turning to Mina next to him.

She smiled and replied, “They’re taking a nap.”

“Did you knock them out?” Kaminari laughed, receiving a pillow to the face in return.

“Of course not! Izuku was tired and Katsuki lay down with him,” she squeaked happily,
suddenly pulling out her phone. She tapped on it, then held the screen up, displaying it
excitedly to Momo and Kyoka, speaking way too fast: “Oh my gosh, you won’t believe how
cute these two are together! Just look at these photos! Seriously, I want them to stay like this
forever! Seriously! Forever and ever! And then maybe I want to adopt them!”

She rambled on, sharing every little interaction between them, showing pictures. She
received a lot of disbelieving looks. She also talked about Izuku’s little analysis, which
amazed everyone even more.

“But Mina, how did you not know that Katsuki had nitroglycerin in his sweat?”

Mina slapped her hand over her mouth and turned bright red. “FUCK! Nitroglycerin! That
was it! God, why am I so stupid?”

Denki grinned and said dryly, “Realization is the first step to improvement!” He of course got
a slap and a “shut up! You are just as stupid as I am” in return.

As they continued chatting, suddenly a new voice came from the entrance: “So this is your
dorm.” Everyone immediately turned their heads to see who it was.

In front of them stood a slender woman with ash-blonde hair that looked slightly spiky. She
wore a skirt and a blouse, with a blazer draped over her shoulders. But what stood out the
most were her piercing red eyes. There was no doubt about it. Standing before them was none
other than Mrs. Bakugou, Katsuki’s mother!

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Bakugou!” Kirishima greeted immediately, standing up politely to

bow.

“Hi! Where’s the brat?” she greeted the group briefly, which made the students look a little
surprised . Was this how she greeted her son’s classmates? Well, with Bakugou’s personality,
what else had they expected?

“Izuku was tired, and Katsuki lay down with him upstairs,” Mina explained, stepping forward
with the others.

Mrs. Bakugou just nodded and looked around, so Ochako took the opportunity to explain,
“We met her on the way back and brought her along. She handed us two suitcases full of kids'
clothes right away.” To emphasize, she raised the two small suitcases.

The others nodded in understanding, before Momo spoke up, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My
name is Momo Yaoyorozu, and I’m the vice-class president. May I offer you some tea, Mrs.
Bakugou?”

“Sure! But call me Mitsuki! Otherwise, I’ll feel old.”

“As you wish. Ah, and may I ask something a bit bold?” Momo asked politely while heading
to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

“If you want me to take him with me, no fucking chance! I definitely don’t have the patience
for that! That brat almost gave me gray hairs back then!” she responded in the Bakugou-like
manner they were all familiar with and followed Momo, stopping by the kitchen counter.

The students observed the still-young-looking woman skeptically. Her words seemed rather
heartless to them. But maybe that was just her way. After all, Katsuki also couldn’t say
anything nice just like that. Was it in their genes? Or was this the Bakugou way of showing
affection?

“Uh, no. It’s just that your son was supposed to be in charge of the communal cooking this
week. But unfortunately, he always plans it on his own, and since we don’t want to waste
food…” Momo began explaining, but Mitsuki immediately took off her blazer and rolled up
the sleeves of her blouse. Without a word, she walked around the kitchen counter and
forcefully opened the fridge.

“Then let’s find out what this kid planned,” she muttered to herself, inspecting the ‘shopping
basket.’ Unbothered, she rummaged through the fridge, picking up some items and moving
others around. She was curiously observed by the students present.

“How many days was he supposed to cook?” she asked after a moment, not turning to look at
Momo.

“Four. From Monday to Thursday. We’re usually not all here on Fridays,” Kyoka answered,
not wanting to put all the responsibility on Momo. Not that the vice-class rep couldn’t handle
it, but Mitsuki Bakugou had an aura that definitely surpassed even her son’s when it came to
authority and majesty.

It took exactly two more minutes before Mitsuki suddenly started pulling things out of the
fridge and placing them on the counter. Surprised and somewhat confused, the teenagers
could only watch in silence.

“How unimaginative and predictable he is,” Mitsuki muttered to herself, not looking up as
she began opening all sorts of drawers and cupboards. She grinned and shook her head with a
huff, then finally turned her attention back to the people in the room. She asked nothing other
than, “Katsuki sorted the kitchen cabinets, right?”

Confused nods from everyone. What was this woman doing? And why did her movements
and gestures resemble those of Katsuki? In fact, upon closer inspection, they weren’t just
similar. They were identical! It was fascinating to watch. It was like seeing their classmate
spinning around in the kitchen and not his mother. Absolutly crazy.

“I’ll cook for you while the little ones are still napping,” she explained, shooing Momo out of
the kitchen and almost simultaneously filling the rice cooker. She continued casually,
“Katsuki planned Katsudon, Monkfish Donburi, Mapo Tofu, and Curry for the week. Exactly
in that order. If you want, I’ll send you the recipes. I’m making the Katsudon for you now
because those two are very special when it comes to this dishes.”

They nodded, not daring to ask any questions. But apparently, the woman at the stove didn’t
mind, as she shared some important information with them: “Izuku is quite picky when it
comes to food. But as long as Katsuki is with him, he’ll eat most things. Just don’t separate
them now, and you shouldn’t have any problems.”
“Uh…” Kirishima was about to ask something, but Mitsuki simply kept talking. “Izuku is
also very clingy and quite sensitive. If for some reason Katsuki isn’t around, show him your
quirks. And got tissues everywhere. As for Katsuki, you should leave him alone as much as
possible. Don’t touch him unnecessarily, and don’t make him feel like you’re trying to
control him or take Izuku away. He was extremely jealous and possessive at that age.”

The group tried to memorize all the information. They never would have imagined that their
two problem children had once had such a close relationship. Heaven, they would have
expected anything but that. The idea that they had been so fixated on each other was hard to
wrap their heads around. Only Mina could sort of imagine it, having already seen them in
action.

“Mrs. Baku… um… Mitsuki, why, I mean… we don’t really understand how…?” Ochako
began, but Mitsuki seemed to know exactly what she was going to ask. For a brief moment,
the students saw a sad expression flash across her face before she resumed speaking in her
usual tone. “I can’t explain it to you in detail. Probably only the two of them know. But
believe me when I say that it was really heartwarming to watch them back then. It made
everyday life a lot easier. Katsuki alone was just a nightmare. Trust me. The perfect example
of a little demon with talent for everything. Everything he tried, he mastered to perfection. It
could be really annoying.”

“But that must have been insane! I mean, with such a ‘gifted’ kid! We’re always begging him
to help us and teach us stuff. He really can do everything,” Kirishima raved about his self-
proclaimed best friend. But Katsuki’s mother just gave a crooked smile.

“Yeah, but try bringing down a know-it-all who’s praised by everyone to reality. The only
one who could do that was Izuku. I don’t know how. I don’t know why it’s like this between
them, but they somehow can’t live without each other. Over the years, it’s become so
complicated between the two. Of course, mostly because of my arrogant, narrow-minded, and
stubborn son and that damn brilliant quirk of his!”

An awkward silence filled the room. Everyone was trying to process her words while Mitsuki
continued cooking. She didn’t even seem bothered or reflective, probably because these
weren’t new facts for her.

“By the way, I’d start waking up the boys soon, or they’ll make your night a living hell,” she
said suddenly with a mischievous grin as Kyoka and Denki began setting the table. They had
told her that there were twenty students, but Katsuki’s mother already knew that. After all,
her son had bought enough food for exactly that number of people. Although that wasn’t
entirely true. He had planned an extra portion. And she could definitely guess why.

All the students went pale and a little panicked when Mitsuki made that remark. A quick
glance at the clock showed them that it was already 5:00 PM! And even though none of them
were parents of children, they knew this was definitely not the right time of day to be
sleeping.
In shock, Mina had immediately run off and skipped the elevator to get to the first floor
faster. But the tension left her body as soon as she saw the two boys sitting on the bed,
surrounded by open notebooks.

“What are you two doing?”

“Where have you been so long, alien?” Katsuki grumbled in response, not addressing her
question. Mina just rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed. Everywhere were pages with
drawings. Most of them featured Bakugou or parts of his hero costume. Had Midoriya written
so much just about him?

“We’re sorry, Mina. We just wanted to take a look. We’ll clean up in a minute,” Izuku
mumbled quietly and apologetically, but also looked up at her nervously and excitedly.

“It’s fine. Do you have something else on your mind?” Mina asked with a smile, crouching
down to be at the same level as the boys.

“We found Kacchan! Well, we think so. The red-haired boy had a picture of Kacchan. And
his costume. It looked like it. Yes! Um, and I wanted… we… uh, c-can you read it to us?
Please?”

God! How could she say ‘no’ to those huge, sparkling eyes? But they had to go downstairs
first. After all, dinner was almost ready. But maybe…

“Alright! We’ll take this one, this one, and these two down with us. After dinner, I’m sure
someone will read everything to you,” she suggested conciliatorily, receiving the sweetest
child smile in return. Oh, heaven! She just wanted to hug that little green-haired boy! But
Mitsuki had said not to do that in front of Katsuki, so she composed herself, stood up, and
grabbed the four notebooks, heading for the door.

“Come on now, you two! Katsuki’s mom is downstairs too. We need to go for dinner.”

But the reaction to her request was different then expected: furious snort and a stubborn child
sitting down on the floor. He had crossed his arms and had puffed out his cheeks. She looked
at little Katsuki in surprise. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned that?

“Kacchan, come! I want to say hi to Aunt Mitsuki.”

“I’m not going to that old hag!”

“But Kacchan…”

“No! Then I need to go home. And we can’t play.”

“Oh!” Izuku responded quietly. Mina could practically see the little gears working in his
head. She wasn’t quite sure about the result of those thoughts, though.

“Then I don’t want to go downstairs either,” Izuku said, sitting down next to Kacchan and
adopting the same stubborn and protesting position: arms crossed, puffed-up cheeks.
Mina looked back and forth between the two of them, unsure whether to be charmed or
annoyed by their combined protest. But the cuteness factor won out, so she couldn’t help but
giggle lightly and secretly snap a picture of the scene.

Both boys looked up at her. Izuku with big, questioning eyes, Katsuki with a more than
skeptical look. She didn’t want to confuse them, so she quickly said, “Katsukis mother just
brought you clothes and is cooking for you now. She’ll leave afterward. You’re both staying
with us in the dorm. I promise.”

Surprisingly, that didn’t go as planned. Both boys just put their heads together and muttered
something like “Can we trust her?” and “The adults always say that and then they separate
us.”

Mina briefly held her breath to keep from squealing uncontrollably. Damn, that was cuter
than anything she had seen so far. Oh my Lord! Maybe she should just make a video of the
two of them to preserve everything for posterity. But as lovely as that idea was, she had to
push it aside for now and deal with the stubborn duo. She briefly thought about how to lure
them. Her eyes fell on the notebooks in her arms. And then the saving idea came to her.

“Listen, boys! If you come downstairs with me now, I’m sure the other students will read you
the notebooks and show you their quirks.”

And just like that, she had never seen two kids jump up and race out of the room so quickly.
Hmm, maybe Izuku wasn’t the only nerd in the class.

“HA! You look so old, hag!” Katsuki laughed loudly and pointed his finger at his mother. She
immediately stomped over to him, with a visible vein pulsating at her temple.

“You little brat! Is that how you greet your mother?” she yelled at him and brought her fist
down on his head. Katsuki just scowled angrily and seemed ready to counter, but Izuku
lightly stroked his head and then turned to Mitsuki with the most enchanting and angelic
smile in the world.

“Hello, Aunt Mitsuki! You look very pretty today,” he greeted her, smiling so brightly it
almost blinded everyone in the room. Mitsuki’s expression changed instantly from aggressive
to delighted.

“Oh, my sweet little sunshine! God, how long has it been since you were this small?” she
laughed, crouched down, and practically crushed the green-haired boy with a hug. He just
laughed and let her.

“You saw me just yesterday,” he mumbled.

Katsuki, on the other hand, growled and tried to pull his mother’s arm off Izuku. Useless.
“Let Zuki go! You’re crushing him!” he grumbled, but Mitsuki just stood up unbothered and
lifted Izuku up with her.
“Shut up, shrimp!” she grumbled, holding Izuku even tighter, casting a superior grin at
Katsuki. She also wiggled her eyebrows challengingly, which made Katsuki growl angrily
again.

The class just stood there, completely stunned, trying to process what they were witnessing.
It almost seemed as though Izuku was Mitsuki’s son, not Katsuki. Was that right? And why
did it feel like there was some kind of competition between the two for Izuku?

But they were even more confused by Izuku’s quiet words to her: “Aunt Mitsuki! Kacchan
wants a hug too.”

“You think so?”

Izuku eagerly nodded, acting even more childish than he already was. He giggled lightly into
his hand and pointed at Katsuki with his free finger. Katsuki furrowed his brows in
confusion, glancing between Izuku and his mother.

“Well, if you say so,” Mitsuki smiled, put Izuku back on the ground, and quickly grabbed her
own son. “Come here, brat!”

Katsuki struggled with all his might, muttering, “I’m not a baby!” and “Get away, you old
hag.” But his resistance faded when Izuku simply laughed and joined in. Katsuki rolled his
eyes and let his mother run her fingers through his hair. But as soon as he had some space, he
jumped away from her and raised his fists.

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Tch, don’t get too proud of yourself! I only did it because Izuku asked me to.”

Shocked, Katsuki turned to his friend and asked, “Why, Zuki?”

“Because hugs are great!” Izuku just laughed and stood in front of Katsuki, wrapping his
little arms around the blonde. “See! Hugging Kacchan is the best!”

A collective “Oooh!” went through the room, causing Katsuki to carefully push Izuku off and
yell at everyone, “Shut up, extras!”

Well, with that, the magic was gone. Good grief, had this kid never been taught any manners?
He didn’t seem to show respect to anyone, no matter how old they were.

“Alright! You two go wash your hands and I’ll finish preparing the food!” Mitsuki clapped
her hands and pushed the boys toward Kirishima and Kaminari. They looked a bit confused
for a moment but then took their friends to the bathroom.

“The sinks are so high,” Izuku mumbled, looking up. The two students exchanged a confused
glance.

“Should we lift you up so you can wash your hands?” Denki suggested.
Katsuki snorted and pointed to the shower side. “How dumb are you? I’m not letting you
pick me up. I’m not a baby! There are stools back there. Get them!”

The little outstretched finger seemed like a silent command. A command that made Kaminari
briefly consider whether he should follow it or just smack the kid upside the head. But he
gritted his teeth and stomped off to get a stool for each of his smaller classmates.
Kirishima just watched, grinning, and silently apologized to his friend. Denki muttered, “I’m
so zapping him when he’s big again,” under his breath.

“Do you want some help?” Eijiro asked as when both kids stood on the stools and reached for
the faucet.

“We’re not babies!” Katsuki reminded him with a sassy tone, but Izuku seemed completely
unfazed by the harsh tone next to him and murmured to himself, apparently trying to do it
properly. “First, soap on your hands. Rub, rub, rub. Go between the fingers. See, uh… Ei…
Ei?”

“Eijirou,” the redhead quickly helped him out. Izuku beamed before continuing his
monologue cheerfully, “Then the water and wash everything off. There, see? All clean!”
Kirishima nodded in understanding, barely holding back a laugh. God, he now understood
what Mina meant. This kid was just so endlessly adorable. How diligently and seriously he
approached the task of ‘washing hands.’ Katsuki, on the other hand, had been quiet, though
he’d done it just as thoroughly. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that Izuku had been
mumbled about it the whole time. His 16-year-old self would have probably grumbled or
even slapped the kid by now. But now Katsuki simply let Izuku hold his hand up to his nose
while he cheerfully exclaimed, “Kacchan! Kacchan, smell! It smells like honey milk!”

“We’re back!” Izuku squealed as he hopped back into the common room with Katsuki’s hand
in his. But when the two of them tried to curiously enter the kitchen, Mitsuki pointed toward
the dining table with a wooden spoon and ordered, “Sit down and wait!”
Naturally, this met with resistance. Apparently, little Katsuki and big Katsuki were somehow
alike after all.

“Don’t boss us around, old hag!”

“Call me a hag one more time, and you’ll go to bed hungry!” Mitsuki retorted, but cleared
her throat when Izuku shockedly covered his mouth and immediately reassured him.

“Tch, your food doesn’t taste as good as Auntie’s,” Katsuki continued to sulk, crossing his
arms over his chest. He turned his head away from his mother. She really had to hold herself
back from throwing the cooking spoon at his head. Instead, she took a deep breath and calmly
addressed Izuku, “Sweetie? Can you please take Katsuki to the table?”

Izuku simply nodded and did as expected, leading his friend to the table. Momo had already
created two booster seats for the chairs earlier, so both boys could sit properly at the table.
She’d done it while they were away, assuming that if she didn’t, she’d be bombarded with
questions. If Izuku was already commenting on Mina’s skin color, he would probably never
stop asking about a special dish.

As everyone sat at the table, Kyoka and Ochako served each person a large bowl of katsudon.
The dishes came out one after another, almost like in a restaurant. When two smaller bowls
arrived for Katsuki and Izuku, a delighted squeal came from the younger one.

“Katsudon!” he squealed with joy, immediately grabbing his spoon. He beamed at his friend
and then shouted loudly, “Thank you, Aunt Mitsuki! This is my favorite food!”

“I know,” she just laughed, sitting next to Izuku at the table with her own portion. Since the
two boys only had half servings each, there was one left for her. Well, there was another one,
but she would enjoy rubbing that in her son’s face when he was back to his 16-year-old self.

They ate in silence, though almost everyone secretly watched the kids at the table. They were
amazed at how neatly and cleanly they ate. It was also clear to everyone that their
pronunciation was flawless. Was that normal for four-year-olds?

“Mitsuki, these two seem unusually mature for their age, don’t they?” Mina blurted out. She
had so many other questions on her mind, but maybe some things should stay unspoken.

“It’s just because they always wanted to do what the other could already do. It was like a
little competition between the two of them,” she explained. At the same time, she scraped
Izuku’s rice together on his plate so he could get it on his spoon. On the other hand she told
her son in a gruff voice to take his elbow off the table. He muttered back but still did what his
mother asked.

The other 1A students just shook their heads internally, speechless over this early ‘rivalry’
between the two. They thought it was just something that happened during hero training. But
apparently, that was never the case.

“That was really delicious, Aunt Mitsuki!” Izuku finished his meal and then turned to
Katsuki, laughing. “Right, Kacchan?”

“Auntie’s katsudon is better,” Katsuki said, looking arrogantly at his mother. The fake smile
that followed made everyone’s blood freeze. Mitsuki, gritting her teeth, responded in a
menacingly friendly voice, “We’ll discuss this when you’re 16 again, Katsuki Bakugou!”

Before the atmosphere could escalate, Izuku broke the ice by innocently saying, “I like
Kacchan’s katsudon. It’s the best!”

Stunned looks, raised eyebrows from the others, and the proud patting of his own shoulders
from the said boy were the reactions. Mitsuki just sighed and explained, “Inko, Izuku’s
mother, let him help out in the kitchen early on. He really wanted to learn because katsudon
was Izuku’s favorite food.”
 “Oh, that’s so sweet! But why is katsudon your favorite food, Izuku?” Mina asked curiously,
knowing she should take advantage of this moment for some information. After all, once they
were back to normal, the two would probably keep quiet about it.
And just as she had hoped, the green-haired boy answered without hesitation or shame,
“Well, because it sounds like Kacchan’s name!”

Chapter End Notes

Thats it! What did you think of Mitsuki Bakugou? Did I capture her character well?
Two Chapters left before the first day is gone!
Next time we will get some informations from Izukus notebooks!
Have a nice weekend!
We will see us from now on every wednesday and saturday!
 Shocking Notebook
Chapter Notes

Hello everyone and welcome back to our little problem children! Thx for all the kudos
and comments! <3 I'm so glad, you like this little story!
Have Fun!

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Chapter 4 – Shocking Notebook

After the girls in the class had practically melted because of Izuku's confession, Katsuki's
mother had said her goodbyes, leaving the babysitters with the task of taking lots of pictures
of the two boys, because Izuku’s mother and her husband would love them. Of course, she
didn’t name herself. Perhaps, under the pretext of the other people, she simply wanted
enough material for more provocations aimed at Katsuki. Who knew?

Everyone had just nodded and silently accepted it while internally shaking their heads in
resignation. What kind of family were the Bakugous? And what was Katsuki's father like,
especially when Mitsuki had mentioned him together with Izuku’s mother in the same
sentence?

After the meal, the boys had sat down on the floor next to the couch, flipping through their
notebooks with intense concentration while a part of the class cleaned up the kitchen. Many
had left right after the meal. It was nothing new. Some had to be convinced to eat together in
the past. But by now, and due to everything that had happened, the class had grown close.
Yes, for some of them, it was almost like a second family.

The two boys mumbled quietly to each other, glancing around nervously while they focused
on their notebooks. They whispered in each other’s ears occasionally.

“Who whispers, lies,” Ochako laughed, sitting down next to them. The two boys just stared at
her with wide eyes, and Katsuki immediately defended himself, saying, “I never lie!”

“Never?” she asked, and he replied, “Never! What I say is what I mean. I don’t care whether
anyone likes it or not, Round Face.”

“Kacchaaaan!” Izuku warned him immediately.

Katsuki turned to him, puffing out his cheeks, “What, Zuki? I don’t even said a bad word!”

“Yeah, but the girl has a name!”

“I don’t care! I don’t remember names.”

“But you remember mine, right?”

“Of course! Yor name is the only one I will always remember, okay Zuki?”

Izuku beamed and eagerly nodded, looking absolutely delighted by the words.

Ochako, on the other hand, sat there, unsure whether to be angry about the nickname or
charmed by how adorable the two were acting with each other.

“Can you read us the page, uh… please… what was your name again?”

“Ochako.”

“Please, Ochako?” Izuku asked, holding out his notebook to her. She took it, looked at the
page, and saw sketches of Bakugou's winter costume. There were many notes surrounding it.

Uncertain, she glanced at her classmates, and Kirishima and Ilda noticed her look. Ilda
cleared his throat and said, “It would be an invasion of Midoriya’s privacy. So, we can’t read
it aloud. You both need to understand that.”

“Party pooper,” Katsuki muttered, while Izuku added, “If it’s my notebook, I allow it.”

Now Momo spoke up, “But Izuku, think of it like a diary. You shouldn’t read those aloud.”

Izuku hung his head sadly for a moment before puffing his cheeks and sulking, “But it says
something about Kacchan! And I wrote it, you said. So it belongs to us!”

“But we should not hear it,” Kirishima chimed in.

“Then you all cover your ears!” Izuku logically explained.

“I have to read it!” Ochako countered.

“Well, you can just cover your ears while reading,” Izuku said, looking deadly seriously as he
said it.

Ochako sighed. There was just no winning against such childish arguments. And since she
and the others didn’t have the energy for a long discussion, she finally said, “But just this one
page! Afterward, you’ll be fine with the pictures.”

The kids in front of her nodded, grinning and barely able to sit still because they were so
excited. Even the Bakusquad and Dekusquad settled down on the couch, curious. Only Shoto
was still missing. Was he still at Endeavor’s agency after the incident? Or back home?

“Um, okay. This isn’t a story or anything. These are just notes. And probably fairly
complicated ones,” she said, pointing to the different sections and parts of the drawing.
The boys nodded again, sitting beside her. It made her smile a little. It was heartwarming to
see how they were so close to her.

“Okay, so here at the top it says: Kacchan: Winter Costume Analysis,” she began, not really
comfortable with reading the lines aloud. But her hesitation was immediately interrupted by
Izuku’s finger pointing to the next section next to a sketch of Katsuki’s top.

“Um, this might be hard for you to understand. So: By using neoprene material (chloroprene
rubber), sweat accumulation is particularly effective. The heat insulation leads to increased
sweating (higher firepower), and due to the waterproof nature, his sweat can flow freely from
his arms to his hands, where it can then be further mixed with the nitroglycerin. Suggested
improvement: Add an additional roughened fabric (perhaps roughened cotton) to the inner
lining to increase body temperature. Consider the overheating issue.”

“Wow, Zuki! That sounds really smart,” Katsuki exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Yeah, but it also sounds really complicated,” Izuku replied, tilting his head thoughtfully. He
put a finger to his mouth and pushed his lips up a little. He looked so adorably thoughtful.

The rest of the class remained silent. They had thought their classmate only wrote down
explanations of their quirks, but the fact that he was thinking about hero costumes was
surprising. It seemed more like the thoughts of a support student, not a hero student.

“And what does it say?” Izuku asked after a short pause, pointing to the image of the gloves.

“Well, it says: ‘Gauntlet technology for sweat absorption and storage perfected. Possibility of
reduction to improve agility in close combat? Thinner, smoother surface instead of bulky
grenade replica. Oh, and here on the sticky note it says: Coordination with Mei/Melissa. Mei
is the girl who makes the support gear for the hero costumes. And Melissa was, I think, the
daughter of that brilliant inventor who used to be All Might’s sidekick.’”

“Wow! Do we really know people like that?”

“Of course,” Ochako laughed, wondering what would happen if she mentioned that All
Might was their teacher. So, she turned to her friends with a questioning look and silently
mouthed the word “All Might.”

They all shook their heads hastily. No, they weren’t going to drop that bomb tonight.
Otherwise, the two boys would be too excited to sleep. Maybe they could even ask their
teacher if he could stay in his muscular form for a few more minutes to make the boys happy.
The photo memories of such a meeting would be priceless.

“Ochako! You’re not done yet,” Izuku reminded her, pointing to the text below the drawing.

She sighed, stopped thinking about it, and just read aloud: “Notes on the winter costume: 1.
Wear current winter costume in summer to increase sweat production -> Maximize explosion
power. 2. Expand current winter costume with roughened inner fabric. Add long thermal
underwear. 3. Equip grenade belt with smoke grenades and chili capsules. 4. Earplug
prototypes for adaptive sound perception from Melissa to prevent eardrum damage -> Reduce
the likelihood of d…d…”

The brown-haired girl faltered, her eyes growing wider. Was this really what Izuku had
written?

“Hey, Round Face! Keep reading!”

A bit absentmindedly, she looked at Katsuki’s face, her eyes automatically drifting to his ears.
Could his quirk really end up taking away his hearing someday?

“Ochako?” Tsuyu asked, pulling her back from her thoughts.

She cleared her throat and read a bit more quietly and quickly, hoping the boys would
understand even less: “Um, reduce the likelihood of deafness in old age. 5. Shock mechanism
in gloves to enhance AP Shot. 6. Shoulder construction with grenade launcher or another
machine gun-like weapon?”

Everyone around her was silent. It seemed like everyone was stuck on the fourth point. Only
the two boys looked a little confused. Izuku then said, “That was way too fast, Ochako! I
barely understood anything.”

Ochako let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.

“You’re amazing, Zuki! When I grow up, I’ll do what you wrote and get really strong!”

“Yeah, the strongest of them all!”

“Then we can fight alongside All Might!”

“Yeah, and we can save everyone!”

“And defeat the villains!”

The boys were so enthusiastic. They had suddenly entered their own little world. They
bounced back and forth, talking excitedly about Ochako’s lap and the notebook.

It was beautiful to watch, but at the same time, the revealed facts in the text lingered in the
minds of the older ones. It was a good thing that Katsuki and Izuku hadn’t fully understood
them. Did such things scare children, or were they simply things they couldn’t yet grasp?

“Ochako! What’s written next to the heart?” Izuku suddenly asked.

Why hadn’t she noticed that before? There was indeed a heart drawn on the second page,
with text next to it.

She silently scanned the first line of the text. She swallowed hard, feeling as if her throat
were tightening. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, then smiled at the two boys and said, “It
just says that you’re best friends forever, who’ll become the greatest heroes of all time.”
And then something happened that made everyone’s heart melt. Katsuki’s face broke into a
wide, carefree, and incredibly happy grin, just like the one they were used to seeing from
Izuku. He extended his fist toward Izuku. Izuku bumped his fist against it, grinning just as
brightly, his whole face beaming. It was an image that burned itself into their retinas. They
had never seen the blonde so carefree before.

While the boys started walking around and practicing their hero duo debut, the rest of the
teenagers stayed sitting on the couch. Only Ochako glanced back at the page. It unsettled her
that she had received more private information about Bakugou. At the same time, she
wondered why Izuku knew all of this. Did he know so many details about her or the others
too? Was he tapping into some sort of files on them?

“Ochako-chan, what’s up?” Tsuyu asked, noticing her silence.

“Yeah, why did you lie to them at the end?” Kyoka also asked. The brown-haired girl glanced
at her friends uncertainly, cleared her throat, and said, “Did you know that Bakugou takes
heart medication?”

“What?” Kirishima shouted shocked, while everyone else seemed to freeze in place.

Ochako continued, “I probably shouldn’t be reading this out loud, but I'm uncomfortable
being the only one who knows about it.” She took a deep breath before she started reading
again: “Due to his quirk, Kacchan has a higher base body temperature. To maintain it, he has
a constantly high pulse and blood pressure. Additionally, there’s a high adrenaline output.
The result: beta-blockers in daily life to normalize his pulse. Consideration: Reduce the daily
dose for higher explosive power. Problem: Effects on the cardiovascular system / strong
fatigue if the medication is too high or low / imbalance —> Possible cause for aggression?
Costume improvement: built-in heart monitor / defibrillator in case of emergency / calming
medication in the first aid kit on the belt pouch.”

Everyone stared at each other in shock after Ochako finished reading. They had always
thought that their classmate had been blessed with an incredibly strong and perfect quirk. No
one had ever considered that it came with serious side effects. Well, apparently no one except
Izuku.

“Where does he know all this from?” Kaminari asked out loud, the first to regain his speech.

“Well, if they’ve known each other for so long, he must have noticed it eventually,” Momo
said quietly.

“Still, crazy! I mean, Kats is so freaking powerful and confident, and his quirk has such
serious side effects. A heart attack and deafness? What the heck! If I knew something like
that would happen to me later on, I wouldn’t be like him,” said Kirishima.

“Damn! I think I’d be depressed,” Sero added.

“Probably, I’d be afraid to use my quirk,” Kyoka said calmly, clearly affected.
 Mina also looked a little sad but smiled anyway and took a picture of the two boys who were
still playing around.

“But seriously! Blasty doesn’t let that stuff scare him, even if he’s aware of it. So, we
definitely shouldn’t pity him or anything. He’d probably kick our asses if we did!” Mina said
with a grin.

“You’re right, Mina! We should all just do our best to support them as much as we can,”
Momo agreed.

Everyone nodded and looked at the two whirlwinds in front of them. They watched the boys
hopping around and chasing each other, laughing. Carefree and happy. Yes, the image the two
of them were showing their classmates was one they’d like to see more of in the future.

“Hey, guys! Do you want to watch a movie before we get ready for bed?” Kirishima asked
loudly, making the kids instantly stop in their tracks. They looked at each other, grinned, and
simultaneously raised their fists in the air.

They both shouted at the same time, “All Might 2!”

Their classmates laughed and then showed the world of streaming services.

Chapter End Notes

I'm not in a medical job and i know this stuff wasn't canon at all.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next one on saturday! =D
 Bedtime
Chapter Notes

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"Kacchan! Kacchan! Look! There! THERE! An All Might movie we don’t know! And
THERE’s another one! And another! OH OH! Why are there so many?!", Izuku hopped
around excitedly, pointing at the TV with one finger while pulling on his friend’s sleeve with
the other hand.

The one being addressed seemed just as excited and thrilled. A sight that, like so many
moments that day, was simply beautiful and made everyone smile.

"In twelve years, a lot has happened! They’ve had plenty of time to make movies!" Kyoka
explained calmly, chuckling a little as the boys’ beaming faces seemed to light up the whole
room. The others couldn’t help but laugh too as they watched the two.
Such innocent and honest joy warmed everyone’s hearts.

"So, which one do you want to watch?" Eijiro asked, scrolling through the list of films with
the remote.

The boys quickly jumped up and, as if they had coordinated – which they hadn’t, at least not
visibly – both pointed to the same image.

"Alright, we’ll put that one on."

Armed with blankets and pillows, Izuku and Katsuki made themselves comfortable on the
floor, while the girls from the class began inspecting the clothes in the suitcases.

After all, both boys needed pajamas. And it was a good distraction from the things they had
read earlier.

"We don’t have any toothbrushes for them, do we?"

"Oh, right! Hmm, Kiri? Could you ask Mr. Aizawa? He probably has children’s toothpaste
and stuff for Eri. Toothbrushes can be made by Momo if needed," Mina said, and Kirishima
immediately went to do so. He took Kaminari and Sero with him so he wouldn’t go alone.
Meanwhile, Ilda and Tsuyu had already left, so only Momo, Kyoka, Ochako, and Mina
remained in the room.
"Oh, look how cute these little boxers are!" Mina squealed happily. A few delighted sounds
came from the other girls as they admired the clothes. They were so cute, and the sizes were
so tiny. They started putting together different outfits. Katsuki’s mom really had good taste.
And everything was new. Had she bought all of it? That seemed a little excessive, given the
short time the boys had stayed in this place.

"Ha, I found the pajamas!" Ochako said proudly, holding up two matching All Might onesies.

"Oh God, if we put those on them, I’ll definitely die from a sugar shock," Mina spoke, so
excited she couldn’t stand still. She spun around, about to call the boys over, but when she
saw them lying side by side on the floor, both focused on the movie with their bellies on the
ground, she decided against it. She didn’t want to disturb them. Instead, she took out her
phone and snapped another photo.

"Mina! How many photos have you taken of them already?" Kyoka asked, a little annoyed.

Mina just grinned and scrolled through her pictures, mumbling, "Probably around 50!"

"Isn’t that a bit much?"

"But girls, we’ve only got two more days of this! We have to capture it! I should probably
send some to Toru just in case Blasty remembers later and makes my phone explode," she
chattered happily before eventually murmuring aloud.

"Hm, it would really be interesting if they remembered this later. Do you think it would
change their relationship?"

The girls all looked around at each other before Ochako spoke up: "They’re getting along
better now than they were at first. At least they don’t fight outside of class anymore."

"But I’m curious about how they went from ‘ that’ to where they are now," Mina mused
aloud, pointing at the two boys.

The others agreed, watching as Katsuki sat up, propping himself up on his arms, while Izuku
laid his head on Katsuki’s thigh, practically cuddling up to him. It was a sight that Mina had
to capture immediately.

"Oh God, I’m really dying!" she squealed to herself, her excitement obvious as she wiggled
around.

"They really are cute, but I’m amazed they’re so carefree. After all, they’re in a strange place
with so many strangers. I’d probably be crying the whole time," Ochako remarked.

"It’s probably because they’re not alone. I feel like they give each other a sense of security."

"Yeah, it’s the same when they have to fight together in training, right?"

"True. Now that you mention it, no matter what happened before, once they’re in battle,
there’s suddenly this blind trust between them. They don’t need to communicate or anything.
I always thought it came from their will not to lose, but now I think it’s rooted in that trust,"
Kyoka mused.

Thoughtful glances lingered on the little duo on the floor. They never would have imagined
that behind all the arguments and behavior, such a bond existed. It was almost something to
envy.

Their thoughts were interrupted when the male part of the Bakusquad returned. Armed with
children’s toothbrushes, children’s toothpaste, and kids’ shampoo. They also carried towels,
which turned out to be yellow bath ponchos. At least they weren’t pink. But... do kids care
about that at their age?

"Man! Who would’ve thought Mr. Aizawa had such a stock of children’s products? Girls, you
should’ve seen it. He seemed to have an entire closet full of stuff just for Eri!" Hanta
explained to the girls, who started giggling.

It was clear to everyone that Mr. Aizawa took his role as a 'father figure' for Eri very
seriously. But they hadn’t realized he might be spoiling her.

"Present Mic was also there and said that they want to stop by here with Eri tomorrow or the
day after," Kirishima added, putting the things down and sitting next to the boys on the floor.

"Hey, guys! How are you liking the movie?"

Surprisingly, they only got a brief sideways glance and a "Shh!" from the boys, which made
Kirishima sigh and get up again.

"Did you get rejected?" Mina laughed, patting her friend on the shoulder. He sighed deeply
and slumped his shoulders.

„I thought they’d tell me everything they’ve seen so far. But I didn’t expect them to give me
the cold shoulder."

The girls smiled sympathetically before Momo said, "It’s amazing how much focus they’re
giving the movie. They’re so absorbed in it. I would have expected them to get more
excited."

"They’re absorbing the movie like a sponge," Kyoka added, and Momo nodded in agreement.

They let the boys finish the movie in peace and began bringing all the things into Izuku’s
room. They placed them on the small side table so the boys could choose their clothes in the
morning. Momo also created a small stool so they could reach the sink and toilet on their
own.

They briefly discussed who would stay with the boys in the room for the night. After all, they
couldn’t just leave two little kids alone, could they?
"So, guys! The movie is over. Time to get ready for bed," Ochako announced to the two of
them, clapping her hands. As if it was the signal to get up. But Katsuki and Izuku didn’t
budge an inch. Instead, they just puffed their cheeks in defiance and crossed their arms.

What was going on?

"I just told you something!" she said, speaking to both of them with a bit more insistence,
feeling a slight impatience rising within her.

Then the boys started protesting.

"I'm not tired yet!"

"Me neither!"

"There was still an All Might movie we haven't seen!"

"Besides, an All Might movie always has to be watched twice!"

"Yeah, Zuki is right! You always say 'once is never enough'!"

The others’ jaws dropped to the floor. Where on earth had Katsuki picked up such a saying?
And even worse, since when did Izuku have such a stubborn head like his friend?

"There’s no discussion! It’s bedtime!" Ochako said sternly, crossing her arms in front of her
chest. What she didn’t realize was that this was only making things worse.

"Shut the fuck up, Round Face! You’re not my mom!"

"But you have to listen to us now!"

"Why should I?" Kacchan grumbled back, jumping up and suddenly looking like his teenage
self. Aggressive, stubborn, and ready to pick a fight.

Ochako bit back a growl, but she was boiling with anger and, acting on impulse, threatened,
"We can always call your mom if you don’t listen."

"Go ahead! Like I’d let that shitty old hag tell me what to do!"

Argh! This boy was enough to drive her crazy. Ochako was at her wit's end. She just wanted
to vent her frustration at the four-year-old brat in front of her when Mina suddenly grinned
devilishly and put a hand on her shoulder. Ochako raised an eyebrow in confusion, and the
pink-haired girl stepped forward, innocently saying, "We could always call Izuku’s mom and
tell her that you said a bad word and didn’t listen to us. Do you think she’ll like that?"

Immediately, the small body in front of them froze. Meanwhile, Izuku had jumped up and
now stood in front of Katsuki. He glared at them with a look that almost scared them. It was
as though he wanted to make them all drop dead. Terrifying. And very much like Katsuki.
But then, they saw the green-haired boy struggling for words that would match the anger on
his face.

"You... you’re b-bad! And mean! A-a-and sh...sh...shitty!" Izuku stammered, clearly
struggling to say the last word. They could see two big tears forming at the corners of his
eyes.

The others stared at him, stunned and shocked, before Kyoka whispered from behind, "Did
he just say that so Katsuki wouldn’t get in trouble alone?"

A collective "Hmm" and a shrug of the shoulders went through the group of students. At the
same time, they wondered if threatening the two was such a good idea. Was this the right way
to handle things? Was this an educational method?

They had their answer a moment later.

It was definitely wrong. Really wrong. Because when their gazes went back to the boys, they
saw Katsuki sniffle slightly behind Izuku. Damn it! Had they just made Katsuki Bakugou
cry?

"Oh god, we’re all going to die when he grows up," Kaminari wailed, ready to run, but
Kyoka grabbed him by the collar. The others exchanged helpless glances while the blonde
boy stood behind Izuku, head lowered, with shaking shoulders. Moments later, he wiped his
face with his arm and sniffled again.

The ‘adults’ looked at each other helplessly. What had they done?

"Hey, look, we didn’t mean to scare you. We’re not going to call your moms, okay?" Ochako
tried to calm them down, waving her arms around in confusion. She added, "We just want
you to go to bed, it’s late, and you’re still growing, so you need your sleep, okay?"

Izuku still glared at her, then turned to Katsuki, patted him on the head, and suddenly wore an
angelic expression. The sudden shift was creepy.

"Did you hear that, Kacchan? They’re not going to call mommy," he said sweetly and quietly
before hugging Katsuki.

The blonde didn’t return the hug but just nodded. It took a moment before he lifted his gaze.
And the sight made the others gasp, some sharply inhaling in fear. Katsuki stared past Izuku,
directly at them. His reddened eyes were streaked with tear marks, but they didn’t diminish
the anger in his glare. He growled before breaking free from Izuku’s embrace, grabbed his
hand, and started walking toward the elevator, passing by them.

After a few steps, he turned around again and angrily sniffed at them. "Stupid cows! I hope
you all drop dead!"

Before anyone could react, the two boys were out of sight. Only Kirishima reacted and ran
after them. After all, he was the one responsible for supervising them at night.
"Uhh, what was that?" Kaminari asked, still visibly confused by the scenario, receiving a
equally puzzled "No idea." from Sero in response.

Ochako turned to Mina and asked, "Why Izuku’s mom?"

Mina raised her index finger and explained, "Well, earlier, Katsuki kept rubbing it in that
Izuku’s mom cooks better. And he always called her 'Auntie.' So, it seems like he’s somewhat
close to and respects Izuku’s mom. It was just a guess. Call it female intuition."

"But that he reacted like that ?"

"Yeah, I didn’t expect that either. Shit! I should’ve taken a photo of him! God, that would’ve
been prime blackmail material!" she exclaimed, frustrated, slapping her fist into her hand,
only to be met with stunned looks from everyone else. She laughed and added, "Come on! As
if our Bakubabe wouldn’t have shamelessly used such a situation."

Well, she probably wasn’t that far off.

"And you guys can handle all of this on your own?" Kirishima asked, irritated, as he watched
the boys take off their clothes and slip into their pajamas, having gone to the bathroom and
brushed their teeth by themselves beforehand. He was more than impressed and wondered if
he had been that independent at the age of four. He was also greatly relieved that Katsuki’s
anger seemed to be aimed at the girls downstairs and not at him. At least he wasn’t wishing
him dead.

"We can handle it," Izuku said calmly, smiling as he patted his All Might pajamas. He
laughed at Katsuki, who was standing across from him in the identical outfit.

Kirishima found them utterly adorable but wasn’t as shameless as Mina. Instead, he asked,
"Can I take a photo of you two for your moms?"

Katsuki didn’t look thrilled, still seeming upset about what had happened downstairs, but
Izuku immediately stood next to him and grinned openly at him. Katsuki gave a small smile
and nudged Izuku with his shoulder, silently giving his "Okay."

Beaming, they both struck the All Might pose, as if they did this every day.

Kirishima quickly took a photo before putting his phone away and started to unroll his futon.
But just as he picked up the folded bed, he was looked at strangely by both kids.

"What are you doing?" Katsuki grumbled, hands on his hips, eyeing him suspiciously. If he
were older, it might have intimidated Kirishima, but right now, it just looked cute.

"Well, I’m making my bed," the red-head answered as if it were obvious.

"Why?" Izuku asked, confused, standing behind his blonde friend and holding onto his
forearm.

"Well, because I’m sleeping with you guys," he explained, immediately receiving protests
from both boys. He looked at them in confusion as they clearly signaled that they didn’t want
him around at night.

"But you don’t know the place. What if you get scared at night?" Kirishima began, trying to
reason with the kids. Maybe not the best idea, considering what had just happened with
Ochako in the common room downstairs.

"I’m not scared of anything!" Katsuki grumbled, then continued, "We don’t need an adult.
Only babies need that."

"And my All Might nightlight is here," Izuku pointed to the small, somewhat older-looking
All Might head on his nightstand. Kirishima made a face. That was supposed to be a lamp?
Heaven, he’d be scared of that at night.

"At home, I sleep alone in my room!"

"Me too! Or with Kacchan!"

Kirishima thought for a moment, then gave a resigned sigh. But the two of them were so
stubborn together, almost unbeatable. And he certainly didn’t want to threaten them again.
No, he absolutely couldn’t bring tears back to his bro’s eyes.

"Okay! But you have to stay here tomorrow morning until someone comes to pick you up,
okay? And if you need help... uh..."

Kirishima trailed off, thinking. Izuku’s neighbors were Fumikage and Aoyama. Both had
definitely opposed supervising the two. The kids still couldn’t use phones. He didn’t want to
teach them now, because first, he didn’t know Izuku’s pin, and second, they had been so
fascinated by the little high-tech gadgets earlier that it had felt like magic to them.

He sighed again, letting his shoulders slump and muttered, "If you need help, knock on the
door next to yours and ask them to get someone for you, okay?"

It left a bitter taste in his mouth. He also knew he’d probably have to warn the two
classmates. But with both kids simultaneously saying, "We don’t need help," he just hoped
that this case wouldn’t actually come up.

"Alright. Should I read you something?"

"No!"

"Music?"

„Goddamn! Go away already, Shitty Hair! We can sleep on our own," Katsuki grumbled,
annoyed, lifting the blanket for Izuku before both of them slid under it.
 Kirishima watched as Izuku immediately grabbed the plushie in the corner and placed it
between him and Katsuki. He patted its head gently, only for Katsuki to help him cover it
properly afterward. The boys smiled so blissfully and contentedly. Completely carefree.

A sign that finally made Kirishima stand up.

"Alright, good night you two! And don’t stay up too late."

"Good night," came the reply immediately, which finally made the teenager switch off the
light in the room. He waited for a protest, but instead, he only heard soft murmurs coming
from the direction of the bed. He opened the door and was somewhat reassured as he left the
room.

A grin spread across his face as he caught a glimpse of Katsuki turning on the nightlight for
the last time.

‘Everything will be fine!’ was Kirishima’s last thought as he closed the door.

Chapter End Notes

Day 1 is now finished!

What do you think will happen now? hehe
See you on Wednesday!
 Pancakes a la Chaos Duo
Chapter Notes

Hello, everyone!
I’m back -with a really long chapter and what’s easily my favorite part of this story! Oh
my gosh, I had so much fun writing this, and I hope it’ll excite you just as much.
Enjoy!

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Chapter 6 – Pancakes a la Chaos Duo

As the sun rose in the east, it illuminated Izuku's room early in the morning. The gentle,
warm light filled the room, and especially the sunlight teased the sleeping figures, causing
them to slowly open their eyes after a peaceful night’s sleep.

A loud yawn was heard, followed by arms and legs stretching in all directions.

"Good morning, Kacchan!" Izuku laughed, seemingly wide awake.

The blonde boy, on the other hand, only mumbled something that probably sounded like
"Morning, Zuki." He rubbed his eyes, yawned loudly, then fell back onto his pillow, rubbing
his face back and forth in it.

"Kacchan! Get up!" Izuku said a little more forcefully, placing both hands on the older boy's
back. He shook him slightly, and Katsuki let out another grunt.

Izuku laughed, not leaving his friend alone until Katsuki finally yelled, "Okay! Okay! I’m
getting up!"

Smiling with pride, Izuku climbed out of bed, waiting for Katsuki to follow him so they
could head to the bathroom.

Their mothers had taught them to wash their faces, brush their teeth, and use the toilet first
thing in the morning. Only after that were they allowed to get dressed and have breakfast.

"I'm so hungry, Kacchan!" Izuku complained as he pulled a red sweater over his head.

Katsuki watched as the broccoli-like shape of Izuku's head emerged from the neck of the
sweater, as Izuku struggled to get it on. The moment Katsuki helped him, they both laughed
when Izuku landed on his bottom from the force.
"Come on, Zuki! I'll make you breakfast!" said the blonde confidently, slapping his chest
before marching ahead with energy.

Izuku beamed and said, "Oh yes! Make me pancakes, Kacchan! You're the best at making
pancakes!"

Katsuki grinned, puffing out his chest. Oh, he loved it when Izuku complimented him and
praised him to the skies, because Izuku's words were the only ones that mattered. Well,
Izuku’s mom’s words mattered too.

"But can we go down by ourselves?" Izuku asked hesitantly after a few steps, tilting his head.

But Katsuki seemed the opposite of hesitant. Confidently, he grabbed Izuku's hand and pulled
him toward the door, replying, "Of course! We're big now."

"But Eijiro said…" Izuku started, but Katsuki interrupted him before he could finish, "Who
cares what the spiky pear said. If they sleep so long, that's their problem!"

The green-haired boy nodded reluctantly. He would never argue with Kacchan, so they made
their way to the kitchen together.

"Zuki! Help me push that chair over here."

"Okay!"

The dormitory was still quiet, and no one was in the common room. So, the two hungry boys
went to work on their own.

Together, they pushed two chairs into the kitchen, climbed up, and then Katsuki climbed onto
the counter and walked across to the top cabinets. He opened them confidently, inspecting the
contents, and smiled when he quickly found what he was looking for. "Ha! Here's the flour,
just like at home."

He carefully grabbed the large container from the cupboard, crouched down, and set it beside
him. Any adult would probably have rushed to help or secure it, but the blonde was sure of
himself. He was always sure of himself.

"What do we need for pancakes, Kacchan?" Izuku asked, tilting his head as he tried to
remember what his mom put in a bowl to make the sweet treat.

"Flour, eggs, milk, and sugar!" Katsuki counted on his fingers before adding smugly, "But
only a little sugar, or it’ll rot your teeth."

Izuku eagerly nodded, smiling at him with dreamy eyes, and simply said, "Kacchan is so
smart."

Without any further instructions, Izuku went ahead and set up the stool at the fridge. Using all
his strength, he grabbed the handle and pulled, finally opening the door after some resistance.
Then he climbed onto the stool and quickly searched for the ingredients.

"Kacchan! Here’s the milk, and there are the eggs! And strawberries! Look! So red and big!
They look really yummy!"

Katsuki, who had just pulled a large bowl from one of the lower cabinets, wiped his brow
with his forearm, let out a sigh, and then took the ingredients from Izuku.

"How many eggs do we need?" Izuku asked, carefully turning the milk carton on the stool
before crouching to hand it to Katsuki.

"Dad always uses two or three," he explained, taking both the milk and the eggs after setting
the carton down.

Katsuki had often watched and helped make the little sweet treats, whether for breakfast or in
the afternoon. He even had his own little stool in the kitchen so that he could learn everything
on eye level with his father. After all, he wanted to be able to make all the things Izuku and
he liked to eat. Especially for Izuku, who always got so happy about delicious food.

"And now?" Izuku asked while Katsuki had already climbed onto the stool next to the stove.

"We still need a pan and a small bowl! Oh, and oil for frying."

Izuku nodded and looked in the cupboard below him. He quickly found pots and pans. But
when he pulled out the large pan by the handle, which wasn’t exactly quiet - how had the
other students not woken up yet? - he puffed up his cheeks and groaned.

"Oh, Kacchan! This is so heavy!" he whined as he dragged it across the floor toward
Katsuki’s stool. Katsuki tilted his head before kneeling on the stool.

"Hand me the handle, and I’ll pull, you push, okay?"

As agreed, Izuku placed the pan at the edge, so the handle was pointing up. Katsuki grabbed
it and tried to lift it, puffing just as much as his friend. But Izuku wasn’t dumb. Together, they
managed to lift the pan enough that Izuku could shove his head underneath it and slowly push
himself up.

With combined effort, the heavy cast-iron pan landed on the stove, and both boys sat down
on their bottoms to catch their breath.

"Are they always this heavy?" Izuku moaned, sprawling out on the floor, all his limbs
splayed out.

"I don’t know. Dad always puts them on the stove," Katsuki replied.

"And now?"

"I’ll get a bowl and a cup," Katsuki grinned at his friend and climbed off the stool onto the
counter again.
Todoroki felt relieved as he opened the dorm’s door. Due to the incident the previous day, he
had to spend a bit more time at the police station, and then he also had to finish his
internship, including all the paperwork for him, Midoriya, and Bakugou. He definitely didn’t
blame his friends - after all, they’d been the ones who got the worse end of the deal.

Since it was so late by then, his father had taken him home. Much to Fuyumi’s delight - she
whipped up a feast and practically forced everyone to sit at the table. It wasn’t exactly a
warm, cozy atmosphere, but, well, that was his family.

All the more surprised was he now, seeing a blond boy who looked an awful lot like Bakugou
walking around on the countertop. A tuft of green hair also peeked out from behind the stove.
Huh? Why were his two friends - noticeably smaller, at that - cooking in the kitchen at such
an early hour? It was only half-past five.

Making no sound, he set his bag on the sofa before heading over to the kitchen area. From
there, he could already hear the lively chatter of the two children.

“Zuki! Come up here and look for a whisk.”

“A what now?”

“You know, that thing you stir with!” Katsuki explained, pouring two cups of flour into the
bowl. “Oh, and we need one of those cups with numbers on it!” he called after him, then sat
himself on the counter and focused intently on cracking the eggs into a separate dish. To
Todoroki’s astonishment, he did it flawlessly. Could you do that as a child? He wasn’t sure he
could even manage it at sixteen.

“Is this what you meant, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, holding up exactly the kitchen utensil the
blond boy had requested. Katsuki nodded, grinning triumphantly when he saw both eggs
floating in the bowl without any bits of shell.

“Did you find the measuring thingy?”

“Right here!” Izuku laughed, climbing onto the chair by the stove and setting it down next to
Katsuki. Only then did Izuku and Shoto lock eyes. The older boy regarded him neutrally,
while the younger one looked a bit shy and quickly tugged on Katsuki’s shirt sleeve.

“Kacchan, there’s someone here,” he mumbled quietly, almost as if he wanted to hide. But
the chair was a bit too far on Katsuki’s right for that.

Katsuki looked up at once, furrowing his brow, and inched closer to Izuku on his own,
practically barking at Shoto, “Who’s this candy-cane knockoff?”

Shoto froze mid-step and needed a moment to process the young boy’s words. Candy-cane
knockoff? Did he mean that Christmassy treat? He recalled Mina once comparing his hair
colors to that, but he hadn’t expected it from such a small child. Then again, this was Katsuki,
after all.
“My name is Shoto. Shoto Todoroki. I was on patrol with you both yesterday,” he introduced
himself, noticing how Izuku’s eyes grew even wider, and how the child wobbled on the chair,
still tugging on Katsuki’s sleeve.

“Then why aren’t you like us?” Katsuki asked skeptically, folding his arms over his chest and
seemingly pausing what he was doing.

“You two chased after the villain, while I took a different route to cut him off,” he explained
matter-of-factly. Stepping closer to the counter, Shoto stood right in front of it. He certainly
noticed that Izuku was watching him with both curiosity and a bit of uncertainty.

“So we got there faster than you!”

“In general, the three of us are roughly the same speed. It’s just that you two are more agile in
the air.”

Katsuki tilted his head, and Izuku did the same, as if the two were trying to figure out exactly
what their classmate meant.

“We’re better, Zuki!” Katsuki concluded at last, flashing a triumphant grin at his childhood
friend, who smiled right back.

“You really are the best, Kacchan.”

He let out a short laugh, then poured the beaten eggs into the bowl with the flour. Both boys
seemed to refocus on their task, momentarily confusing Shoto. He didn’t particularly like
drawing attention to himself, but it was new for him to be completely overlooked—somehow
amusing. He couldn’t help a slight smile while watching the scene in front of him in silence.

“Zuki, hold this measuring thing,” Katsuki said.

“Okay.”

“Do you see a ‘1,’ then a slash, and a ‘4’ anywhere?”

“Right here.”

“Put your finger there.”

“Why?”

“That’s how much milk we need.”

“Okay. But how am I supposed to hold the cup?”

“You’ve got two hands, dummy!”

“Oh, right.”
Shoto wasn’t sure what to think as he watched the boys pour milk up to the exact mark on the
measuring cup. Their speech sounded more childish, and they were being gentler with each
other, but their movements were as natural and practiced as if they were in a fight—both with
and against each other. It was almost like watching them in their normal forms rather than
child-sized versions. The main difference was that their conversation would have been very
different if they were sixteen. Very different indeed.

“Hey, Santa Claus! Why’re you staring at us like that?” Katsuki suddenly groused, whisking
the batter with obvious effort. Izuku was using all his strength to hold the large bowl steady
for him. Shoto couldn’t explain why, but he suddenly felt the urge to capture this scene in
front of him. Maybe it was because Mina had shared a few pictures of them in the class group
yesterday?

“I was just thinking how much you two resemble your older selves,” he explained, resisting
the impulse to take a photo.

For that comment, he got such a bright and excited smile from Izuku that it almost blinded
him—especially with those big, shining green eyes. Were they always that large, or was it
just because he was so small overall?

“Kacchan! Did you hear? He said we stay just as awesome later on!”

“Of course we do, Zuki! Anything else wouldn’t be right! We’re inseparable, after all!”
Katsuki grinned, hopping off the stool and dragging another one over to the stove.

Meanwhile, Izuku sat on the countertop and, following Katsuki’s instructions, slid the bowl
closer to the stove.

“We still need a spatula,” the blond boy remarked, and this time Izuku knew exactly what he
meant. After all, there was a certain cartoon show he was only allowed to watch at Katsuki’s
place—his mom insisted it would make him dumber—where they used a spatula for flipping
burgers.

“You two can handle this on your own?” Shoto asked in surprise, still just standing there,
playing the spectator.

“Of course! We’re not babies!” Katsuki remarked offhandedly, twisting the stove’s knob after
carefully analyzing the symbols. After all, he needed the right burner to turn on.

“Don’t we need that super-deep spoon thing to get the batter into the pan?” Izuku asked,
watching in fascination as Katsuki held his hand rather close to the pan’s surface.

“You’ll burn yourself if you do that,” Shoto said in a flat tone, earning a dark look from
Katsuki.

“Shut up! I know what I’m doing. And yeah, we do need a ladle, Zuki!”

The green-haired boy then slid across the counter on his knees until he reached the large
container holding various kitchen utensils. He quickly pulled out the right one and slid back
the same way.

By then, Katsuki had already pulled his hand away, indicating the pan was hot enough. He
poured a small splash of oil into the pan and turned to Izuku.

“Put some batter in, would you?”

“Okay! But you have to say ‘stop!’”

“Obviously!”

Focusing hard, tongue sticking out a little, Izuku filled the ladle, lifted it from the thick batter,
and paused for a moment, waiting for the dripping to stop. He took a deep breath before
carefully maneuvering it over the pan and starting to pour.

“Stop!” Katsuki warned, but Izuku had already poured the entire ladleful in.

They both watched as the batter spread across the entire bottom of the pan - definitely a giant
pancake.

“Sorry, Kacchan!”

The blond only crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head slightly. He was probably
realizing how tough it would be to flip such a large pancake, but Katsuki never backed down
from a challenge.

All three of them stared, almost hypnotized, at the pan as the batter gradually began to
solidify. Bravely, Katsuki took the spatula in both hands and tried sliding it under the
pancake. He growled when he accidentally tore a small hole, where it had stuck in one spot.

“Fuck!” he hissed, using all his strength to lift the huge round flapjack and trying to flip it.

But in the process, it folded over and lost its round shape. Some of the raw batter from the
other side splashed over the edge of the pan, making a mess - even though they’d been so
neat up until then.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan!” Izuku quickly said, to Shoto’s surprise. Only then did Shoto look at
the blond boy’s face and see the frustration and anger there - along with tiny tears in the
corners of his eyes. Why would he cry now? Nothing had really happened.

“It’s crap! Just look at it, Zuki! You can’t eat that. I’m not giving you something this ugly,”
he fumed, rubbing his face with his forearm.

Izuku climbed onto the stool next to Katsuki and patted him on the shoulder. With a
comforting smile, he said, “Mommy always says the first one never turns out right. So you’re
doing it exactly the way you should!”

“Really?”

“Really.”
“So, you still want to eat it?”

“I’ll eat anything Kacchan makes for me.”

Immediately, a faint smile appeared on the otherwise grumpy student’s face.

“Okay! But the next one will be extra perfect for you,” Katsuki replied with renewed
confidence. He took the somewhat misshapen pancake out of the pan and tossed it onto the
plate next to him.

“Half a ladle this time, Zuki!” he ordered, and Izuku climbed back onto the counter to pour
significantly less batter into the pan.

Shoto was impressed by how enthusiastically the boys were turning out one pancake after
another. He’d never thought it could be so simple to make your own food. But these were
Izuku and Katsuki, after all. There was a reason he’d gone with them to see his father. He
knew their abilities and skills were worth respecting—something they seemed to have been
honing since childhood.

“Should we give Shoto some, too?” he heard Izuku whisper softly. That brought Shoto’s
attention back to them, and only then did he notice the two of them pressing their heads
together, whispering.

“I said I’m making food for you!” Katsuki hissed, trying to keep his voice low. But Izuku
replied, “But he said he was on patrol with us against that villain.”

“So what? He’s still big, so he didn’t fight alongside us.”

“True, but…” Izuku started to stumble over his words before he shyly explained, “But
mommy always says we should share our food.”

Katsuki pressed his lips together in annoyance, glanced over at Shoto, and then back at Izuku.
Turning back to the stove, he flipped the eighth and final pancake with practiced ease.

“Hey, Half-and-Half!” he growled, and Shoto simply looked at him, waiting for the little boy
to continue.

“I’m allowing you to eat with us! But only because Zuki wants it.”

Shoto was puzzled. With total indifference, he said, “No thanks. I’ll just eat my cold soba.”

He saw Katsuki’s mouth drop open, and his face took on an unhealthy shade of red. His body
tensed up, suddenly reminding Shoto of his teenage self. That expression was one he
recognized only when Katsuki was about to blow up. The others always said that’s when he
was about to explode - though Shoto never quite got it. After all, there weren’t any real
explosions coming from his hands afterward.
“YOU SHITTY DOG! I OFFER YOU MY FOOD, AND YOU DARE TO TURN IT DOWN
FOR SOME GROSS COLD SOBA NOODLES? WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH
YOU?!” he raged, waving the spatula around in the air so energetically that Shoto couldn’t
help feeling a jolt of surprise. Yes, that really did sound exactly like Katsuki - just missing the
deeper, gruffer voice to drive the point home.

Izuku tried to calm Katsuki down instead of just listening to him shout, but he stumbled in
the process and nearly fell off the stool. Even so—despite being only four years old—Katsuki
reacted instinctively and grabbed hold of his sweater, making Shoto’s amazement clearly
show on his face.

“Watch it,” Katsuki grumbled, but his voice held concern more than anger. Izuku smiled at
him and whispered, “Thanks, Kacchan.”

Then he cleared his throat and spoke up more loudly, “You can’t just insult people you don’t
know. Especially not that badly.”

“But—”

“No!”

“ZUKI! He…” the blond tried to protest, looking baffled, but his friend didn’t seem to be
joking. He crossed his arms in a very Katsuki-like way.

“Kacchan.”

“Fine, okay! But I’m not apologizing to that weirdo!”

Izuku was about to respond when Shoto cut in matter-of-factly. He pointed to the pan and
said, “I think that thing in there is done.”

Katsuki’s nose wrinkled as he turned back to the pan. Izuku followed his gaze, and both boys
suddenly went wide-eyed in panic. The smell of burning was overwhelming as Katsuki
quickly grabbed the spatula and removed the charred pancake.

“Whew, that stinks!” Izuku remarked while Katsuki, at a loss as to where to put the scorched
food, just dumped it into the (now empty) mixing bowl. He quickly turned off the stove as
thin, black wisps of smoke continued to rise from the pan.

Both boys looked miserably at the mess in front of them.

“Are we in trouble now?” Izuku asked sadly. There was a small stack of perfectly fine
pancakes next to them, but their last failure seemed to bother them far more.

“The old hag would send me straight to my room,” Katsuki muttered, shoulders sagging a bit.
Izuku’s eyes grew watery, and he mumbled, “Mommy would really scold me if she found out
we used the stove without an adult.”

Katsuki sniffed and grumbled before he fixed his eyes on Shoto and pointed at him as well.
“This is all your fault! My Izuku breakfast would’ve been perfect if you hadn’t been standing
 there!”

“If that’s what you think, then I’ll accept it,” Shoto replied calmly, failing to understand all
the fuss the two boys were making. After all, nothing had really happened, right?

“You’re a weird one,” Katsuki grumbled, and just as he was about to say something more,
they heard loud shouting coming from the hallway.

Confused, they looked toward the elevator and the stairs, only to make out a single panicked
voice.

“CRAP! IZUKU AND KATSUKI ARE GONE!”

Both boys, and Shoto as well, glanced in that direction, hearing more and more voices joining
in.

“But we’re right here, aren’t we, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, puzzled. Katsuki just shrugged,
then turned to Izuku and asked, “So, you still wanna eat what I made?”

“Of course!”

Chapter End Notes

That’s it!
How did you like it? Were you able to picture the scenes clearly?
I absolutely love the images I had in my head while writing this. The two little sweeties
in the kitchen are just too adorable - don’t you agree?
See you on Saturday!
 The New Morning Madness
Chapter Notes

Hello everyone!
and OMG!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you all for so much comments and kudos!!!! I'm sooo happy
that you like the Chap, because it's my actually favorite! (I got 10 Chapts complete at
the moment)
So, let's continue with the morning with Class 1A and the two little, sweet problem
children! <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Chapter 7 – The New Morning Madness

Kirishima stood in the doorway, practically paralyzed, trying to grasp the predicament in
front of him. He let his gaze wander around the room: Izuku’s bed was unmade, the All
Might pajamas were on the floor, and the clothes on the table looked a bit rumpled. Aside
from the mess, though, nothing else seemed out of place. Except… well, except for one huge
thing.

“CRAP! IZUKU AND KATSUKI ARE GONE!” he yelled loudly and uncontrollably.
Desperately, he clutched at his hair and looked around again, then went into the bathroom and
glanced left and right down the hallway. Damn it! Where could those two kids have gone?
And how long had they been missing?

Panic rose inside him. Maybe he really should have slept in their room after all.

He quickly ran to the neighboring door and pounded on it. A tired-looking Aoyama opened
up, staring at him in disbelief.

“Mon dieu! What’s with all this dreadful noise so early in the morning?” he grumbled,
rubbing his eyes. Kirishima ignored the comment and asked instead, “Have you seen Izuku
and Katsuki?”

The blond boy simply shook his head, muttered something in French, and then said, “You
mean to tell me you managed to lose the kids in under 24 hours?”

Kirishima felt like crying. He just nodded, biting his lip in frustration. He was about to start
whining again when the other doors in the hallway opened. He also heard footsteps overhead.

“What’s going on here? Maaaaan!” grumbled Mineta on one side, while a darkly glowering
Fumikage appeared from his room on the other.
“Guys! This is awful! Izuku and Katsuki are missing from their room! What are we gonna
do? Mr. Aizawa’s going to kill us!” Kirishima explained in despair, on the verge of a nervous
breakdown.

The others present took a moment to process, not really reacting at first. Only Dark Shadow
shot out of Fumikage’s body and said, “I heard a door shut around five o’clock this morning.”

“And there’s some kinda smell in the air, right?” Mineta added, sniffing around to find its
source.

Before they could follow up on that, suddenly half the class was out in the hallway.

“What’s wrong? We heard you yelling, Eiji!” Mina panted, standing there with tousled hair,
wearing middle-school gym clothes. Under different circumstances, Kirishima might have
blushed at the sight - those shorts were pretty skimpy - but the current situation left no room
for that.

“Katsuki and Izuku aren’t in their room,” he repeated, wondering how many times he’d
already thought and spoken that sentence.

A flicker of shock passed over the others’ faces, until Momo - also disheveled, in a fancy-
looking silk nightgown - spoke up: “We came down from upstairs and didn’t see them there,
so keep looking downstairs. I doubt they’ve left the building.”

“Also, there’s some weird smell, ribbit. Maybe they’re in the kitchen?” Tsuyu suggested,
prompting everyone to lift their noses into the air for a focused sniff.

True enough, it did smell like food. Well, more like something slightly burnt.

“Oh God! You don’t think they…”

Mina didn’t finish her sentence before she turned on her heel toward the stairwell. A horde of
clomping, slightly panicked teenagers followed right behind her.

It was utter chaos when they finally reached the ground floor. But the moment they rounded
the corner into the large common area, they froze in shock again at the scene in front of them.

Shoto stood motionless at the kitchen counter. Little Katsuki was on the opposite side,
wielding a knife far too big for his four-year-old body in one hand and something red in the
other. Izuku, meanwhile, was wandering past the counter with a plate in hand. He stopped on
his way to the dining table, staring in confusion at the many faces that were still quite new to
him.

“What the hell…?” Mina began, but the three in the kitchen seemed entirely unperturbed. As
if that wasn’t enough, Shoto greeted them, as usual, with an impassive “Good morning!”

The students blinked several times, long enough that the trio in the kitchen went back to
ignoring them. Izuku placed the plate - apparently containing something edible - on the table,
while Katsuki continued cutting away with the knife on a small cutting board. And Shoto? He
just watched him calmly.

“Katsuki! Put the knife down! You’ll cut yourself!” Kirishima was the first to manage a
sentence, before anyone could even ask what on earth was going on.

The blond boy shot him an irritated look, lifting the knife - red juice dripping from it - and
snapped, “Shut up, Shitty Hair! Zuki wants strawberries with his pancakes, so he’s getting
strawberries!”

“Pancakes?” Sero echoed dumbly, just joining the group with Ilda, Kaminari, and Kyoka in
tow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and kept chopping. He paused briefly as Izuku climbed onto the stool
next to him.

“Oh, Kacchan! These look sooo good! Can I have one?” Izuku asked, bright green eyes
gleaming. At his friend’s nod, he snatched up a piece of fruit. A blissful “Mmm, they’re
sweet!” followed, prompting him to pop a second and third piece into his mouth.

“Zuki, stop! We’re not supposed to snack too much before breakfast,” the little blond scolded
firmly, earning a pout and a reluctant nod in response. Katsuki flashed him a satisfied grin
and gently elbowed Izuku’s stomach, making him giggle softly. The green-haired boy
whispered something to his friend, drawing an amused snort from him.

It was as if the two had forgotten everyone else in the room again - or were simply ignoring
them. At any rate, they seemed perfectly fine in their own little world.

Their classmates took the opportunity to step over to Shoto at the kitchen counter, taking in
the small-scale wreckage: dirty bowls, a dusting of flour, splatters of batter, a burnt pancake,
and a greasy pan.

“What on earth happened here? Todoroki, I demand an immediate explanation!” Ilda’s stern
voice rang out at the shocking sight. He pushed up his glasses and stood beside his friend.

Shoto looked at him curiously and replied, “They were already making breakfast when I got
here.”

“And then?”

“Then they finished making their breakfast. I don’t like pancakes, so I turned down their offer
to eat with them. I was planning to make soba for myself in case I don’t like what’s served at
school today.”

Several reactions were on display: shock, disbelief, and speechlessness took center stage, but
there was also resignation and a snorting laugh from Kaminari in the mix.

“Todoroki, are you telling us Katsuki and Izuku made pancakes all by themselves, operated
the stove alone, and you just stood there watching?” Ochako asked, full of incredulity.
“Yes.”

“Argh, Todoroki! They’re just kids! You can’t just -” She started to rant but got distracted by
the scene in the corner of her eye. It was too captivating: Katsuki was putting chopped
strawberries in a bowl and told Izuku to take them, now that he’d climbed down from the
stool. They were simply too adorable, like when Katsuki squatted on the stool, bowl in hand,
while Izuku reached out with his little arms for the strawberries - and then both toddled over
to the table together.

“Damn it! Weren’t we just about to be mad at them?” Mina squeaked, pressing her hands to
her cheeks and wiggling with delight. Her words didn’t match her expression; her body
language screamed, “Oh my gosh, they’re so cute! I want to hug them!”

A sigh rippled through the group. Ilda and Ochako decided to leave Shoto alone for now.
They’d have to carefully explain to him later why this situation wasn’t okay. Ultimately, it
wasn’t his fault - Shoto was simply Shoto.

Kirishima was the first to move, following the two boys and joining them at the table, sitting
across from them while they divided up their homemade food onto their plates.

“Good morning, you two,” he greeted them. In the confusion, nobody had actually greeted
them properly. He wanted to start the coming conversation on a calmer note.

“Good morning!” Izuku replied, smiling brightly and happily stuffing a piece of pancake into
his mouth. His cheeks puffed out like a hamster’s. Should Kirishima tell him not to overstuff
his mouth? Then again, there was something more important to address.

“You gave us quite a scare, you know that?” he began gently, watching the two children’s
reactions.

Izuku tilted his head to one side. Katsuki did the same, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
As their silent “Why?” hung in the air, Kirishima continued, “We thought you’d disappeared!
I told you yesterday to wait until one of us came to get you.”

Naturally, Katsuki was the first to respond, while Izuku looked a bit guilty. “That’s your own
fault! Why’re you so slow? Zuki was practically starving!”

“Yeah, my tummy was really hurting,” Izuku added.

“And since we’re already big, I made Zuki something to eat,” Katsuki said, grinning smugly
and thumping his chest - drawing only headshakes from the onlookers.

“That’s great and all, and I’m really impressed you pulled it off so well. But you can’t just do
these kinds of dangerous things without supervision! What if you’d hurt yourselves or if a
fire had started?”

“Tch, like that would happen to me.”

“Exactly! Kacchan’s the best at making pancakes. That doesn’t happen to Kacchan,” Izuku
chimed in, piling the next little pancake onto his plate. He really seemed to have a huge
appetite.

“And that’s why one of them got burned, right?” Mina teased, suddenly appearing behind
Kirishima.

At once, Katsuki puffed out his cheeks, furrowing his brows. Kirishima sighed inwardly - so
much for trying to have a calm “parent-child” style conversation.

“I’m not talking to you anymore, stupid witch!” he snapped in her direction, adding, “And
anyway, it was that half-and-half guy’s fault! He distracted us.”

Mina looked rather dejected. Then, in an overly dramatic tone, she said, “Aww, Katsuki, my
sweet little boy! Please don’t be mad at me anymore! I didn’t mean it like that yesterday.”

“I don’t care! You’re dumb! So beat it!” he grumbled without so much as another glance in
her direction.

Mina was about to protest, but Kyoka placed a hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her away
from the table, offering words of comfort. “Well, at least he’s not wishing you dead anymore.
Let’s call it a win.”

“Yeah, but… how can someone hold a grudge this long?” Mina grumbled, letting herself be
steered back toward the kitchen area with the rest.

“It’s still Katsuki we’re talking about.”

Mina crossed her arms, muttering to herself as she headed toward the elevator. After all, they
should probably get ready for school if they still wanted a proper breakfast.

“I’m gonna head out, too,” Kaminari yawned, and most of the others followed his lead.

That left Ilda, Kyoka, Shoto, and Tsuyu in the common area, since those three were already
in their school uniforms.

“Kirishima, do you want to get ready, too?” Kyoka asked, and he nodded gratefully before
leaving the common room.

“All right, so what do we do now?” Kyoka asked, looking at her two classmates.

“I need to grab the day’s schedule from my room. Asui, would you mind helping with Jiro to
clean up the kitchen? Todoroki, you stay with Bakugou and Midoriya and keep an eye on
them,” Ilda decided.

And with that, everyone headed off to their assigned tasks.

“Hey, why do you have two hair colors? And two eye colors?” Izuku asked curiously after
he’d cleaned his plate. Shoto had quietly taken a seat with them and sipped the green tea
Tsuyu had brought him without saying a word. Meanwhile, Izuku and Katsuki had been
watching him curiously the entire time, but they’d waited until they finished eating to ask
questions.

“It’s because of my quirk,” Shoto replied, offering no further explanation.

The two boys looked at him in puzzlement before Izuku asked, “So what’s your quirk?”

“Half cold, half hot,” he replied curtly, his face as neutral as ever.

Katsuki’s shoulders started to shake. “Ugh! Are we supposed to ask you about every little
thing, or are you gonna show us your fucking quirk?” he snapped, pointing his fork angrily at
Shoto.

Tilting his head slightly, Shoto set his cup down and held both palms out in front of him. The
boys watched with wide eyes as a flame danced suddenly on one hand while a small iceberg
grew from the other.

“That’s awesome!” they both blurted out, bouncing excitedly on their chairs. Izuku
immediately reached out to touch the ice, while Katsuki brought his hand closer to the flame
to feel the heat.

“You can make ice and fire? That’s so cool!” the little nerd gushed, instantly launching into
analysis mode, peppering the Todoroki heir with rapid-fire questions.

“Is one hand always cold and the other always warm? How much ice can you make? Can you
make it snow? Do you get a fever or the chills? Does your head still hurt if you eat too much
ice? Or your tummy? Do you need water for your ice? How hot do your flames get? Can you
make both from the same hand? How big of an iceberg can you make? Bigger than a car? A
house? A mountain?”

Izuku slipped into his trademark muttering, which everyone recognized - but this time it was
pure questions. None of them would ever have guessed he’d been like this as a child as well.
Listening from the kitchen, Kyoka and Tsuyu were amazed. They didn’t catch all the
questions, because he practically stumbled over his words while speaking so quickly. It
sounded like a voice note set to double speed. But the questions they did catch were pretty
impressive for a four-year-old - though some were more amusing than anything else.

“Zuki, I think that was too fast for Santa Claus,” Katsuki remarked when Shoto showed no
reaction. Izuku looked at him apologetically and asked, “Was I really that fast, Kacchan? Did
you understand me?”

“I always understand you,” he said proudly, a remark that, even if they weren’t as sentimental
as Mina, made the two girls’ hearts melt a little. Then Katsuki turned back to Shoto and
demanded, “Explain how your quirk works.”
Shoto nodded, trying to answer the questions he’d caught. But Izuku wasn’t letting go. It
wasn’t enough for him to learn that Shoto’s body temperature stayed normal but changed
when he used his quirk. It wasn’t enough to know that Shoto’s flames helped him warm up
his chilled body and vice versa, or that he didn’t need extra water.

“How hot do your flames get?” Izuku persisted.

Shoto thought about it.

“I’m not exactly sure. My father’s flames are definitely hotter than mine.”

“Who’s your father?”

“Endeavor.”

Both boys’ jaws dropped. Then they practically jumped up, shouting at the same time, their
words overlapping: “Unbelievable?” “No way?” “That’s so cool!” “Incredibly cool!”

They couldn’t stop their excited chatter, beaming first at Shoto and then at each other.

“Wow, we actually know Endeavor’s son, Kacchan!” Izuku squeaked with excitement, while
Katsuki just nodded along.

But Shoto wouldn’t be Shoto if he didn’t bring both boys back down to earth with his typical
manner.

“The three of us are currently working with my father at his agency. That’s where your
accident happened during our shift.”

The kids, who’d been so wound up just a moment ago, went rigid again, turning back to him
with mouths agape. They blinked in disbelief, clearly trying to process this huge new piece of
information.

“W-We… with Endea… we… with the Number Two of J-Japa-pa-pan?” Izuku stammered,
sounding like he was on the verge of a heart attack. Katsuki slammed his palm against the
table, as if he couldn’t handle his emotions otherwise.

“You’re messing with us!” he yelled, not out of anger - just pure shock.

That’s when Kyoka swooped in to save the morning. As Shoto opened his mouth to speak
again, she was ready.

“No, and actually Endeavor is currently Number—”

A burst of sound waves cut Shoto off mid-sentence. From somewhere in the distance, Ilda’s
voice rang out: “Jiro! Using your quirk in the dorm is strictly forbidden!”

“It was an emergency,” she countered simply, striding over to the table and gently pulling
Shoto up by the elbow. He followed without protest, though he looked a bit puzzled. Had he
done something wrong?
“Wow! That was totally awesome, Kyoka!” Izuku cheered, little stars practically glowing in
his eyes. Good heavens, this kid was so easily impressed, and his enthusiasm was on a scale
big enough to fill a whole fan club. How could anyone not love a child like that?

Kyoka winked at the two boys, motioning for them to stay put and wait a moment. After all,
she had another issue to handle in the kitchen. Ilda was arriving, and Tsuyu was already there.

Tsuyu greeted her appearance with a quick, “Good reflexes, Kyokachan,” and Kyoka smiled
back in thanks before guiding Shoto to a stool in the kitchen, looking him straight in the eye.
There was a very brief silence - just long enough that Ilda was about to ask a question -
before she leaned in and whispered a reprimand.

“Shoto! You can’t just tell them your father is the current Number One!”

“Why not?”

“Because they’re completely obsessed with All Might, and we can’t just tell them their
biggest hero is retired. It’d probably traumatize them.”

“Yeah, you have to be careful, Shotochan,” Tsuyu added in her gentle way. “We know you
didn’t mean anything by it, and it’s tricky for us because it’s something we live with every
day. But please try to hold back on those details.”

Shoto nodded and bowed apologetically. “I’ll try to restrain myself from now on.”

“Great. Now let’s get some breakfast.”

Together, they got their meals and joined Izuku and Katsuki at the table, where the two were
whispering quietly. They fell silent, however, as soon as the “big kids” placed their trays on
the table.

“Kyoka, what’s your quirk?” Izuku asked directly, without beating around the bush. Katsuki
joined in: “Yeah, what were those wave things?”

Smiling warmly at them, Kyoka explained her quirk in detail and how to use it. She knew
from the outset she couldn’t give short answers like Shoto, or they’d just have a million more
questions. Plus, she had to admit she enjoyed how the two boys listened, mesmerized. The
older Bakugou would never have given her that level of attention - though she believed they
got along just fine, especially after the fight against Class 1-B. Yes, she figured he now saw
her as a friend. Besides, she was one of the few people he had ever called by name once or
twice.

By the time she finished her explanation, the boys seemed satisfied. Meanwhile, several other
students had joined them at the breakfast table, listening in on the conversation and quietly
enjoying the way the children’s eyes sparkled.

“You’re all really strong, huh?” Izuku asked the group, although it sounded more like a
statement. It seemed he just wanted some confirmation; at his age, he probably couldn’t tell
 how strong they were compared to actual pro heroes.

It filled the others with a sense of pride to hear his question. And it was Tsuyu’s response that
brought out the sweetest smiles on the two boys’ faces: “Yes, but you two together are even
stronger than we are.”

Chapter End Notes

Thats it!
Hope you liket it. It's hard to write this with all characters of Class 1A! I'm happy, when
it's only the babysitters and the two little ones ^^
I only had 3 complete Chapters left. I have to write for you so much more <3
See you on Wednesday!
 Little Nerd Monsters
Chapter Notes

Hello everyone!
Wow, it's already Wednesday again! I almost forgot to treat you all to a new, sweet, and
hopefully funny chapter!
Have fun with the little ones! 😊
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Chapter 8 – Little Nerd Monsters

The rest of breakfast went smoothly. By now, the entire class had gathered and was
discussing the day ahead. After all, classes would be different today. Ilda had received a plan
from Mr. Aizawa and had already presented it, though with little enthusiasm.

“Four hours of math with Ectoplasm?! Someone please kill me!” Kaminari wailed in despair,
his head slumped on the table. Right after that, he shot up, smacked his fist into his palm, and
said, “I’ll just look after Izuku and Katsuki!”

He immediately received a smack on the back of the head from Sero, who grumbled, “Don’t
talk nonsense! You’re the worst at math out of all of us!”

Pouting, Kaminari stuck out his lower lip and whined, making another attempt, but the class
held firm. So he let his head fall back onto the table, sulking.

“By the way, Mina will also be attending class. Now that Todoroki’s back, he’s taking over
your role,” the class president announced, leaving the pink-haired girl staring at him in
disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding! I want to stay with the little ones. Please! Otherwise, nobody’s
going to take any photos,” she whined, practically throwing herself at Ilda’s feet and begging
to remain in the dorm.

“Mina, your math grades are very similar to Kaminari’s. It would be irresponsible to deny
you the chance to improve,” Momo added, prompting Mina to cling to her, wailing. The same
drama kicked off again.

“You’re all so mean! You can’t just separate me from my Baku-babe and this sweet Izuku,”
she sniffed. But before anyone could respond, Izuku’s voice suddenly rang out: “He’s not
your Kacchan!”
Everyone turned to look at the green-haired boy, who was holding Katsuki’s hand and glaring
at the girl with puffed cheeks.

“And I’m the only one allowed to call Zuki sweet, you stupid Alien!” the other boy chimed
in, pulling Izuku possessively closer to him.

Mina ignored the insult entirely, instead letting out a delighted squeal and snapping a photo.
How had she managed to whip out her phone so quickly?

“Please, you guys! You can’t take this from me. I’ll fix my grades again once Bakugou’s back
to normal. But please, please, PLEASE let me stay!” she kept whining, paying no mind to the
two kids, who were getting slightly annoyed by now.

A collective, resigned sigh went through the group. Did they really only have two children in
the room?

Eventually, Kirishima took pity and tried to meet his middle-school friend halfway. “Mina,
come on. I promise I’ll take tons of pictures if they let me.”

Mina, still kneeling on the floor and clinging to Momo, turned her head toward him. Her eyes
sparkled with hope.

“Oh, Eiji! You’re just the best one here,” she sniffled, throwing her arms around his neck. He,
on the other hand, looked a bit overwhelmed and waved his arms around, not quite daring to
return her enthusiastic embrace - especially with so many eyes on them. And his bright red
face still drew a snappy remark from Sero and Kaminari. A whistle from somewhere else in
the room only made things more embarrassing for the redhead. Mina, however, remained
unfazed. Maybe her sense of shame just wasn’t that well developed yet? Or perhaps she
simply saw Kirishima as a buddy?

Most of the class watched the scene, amused but shaking their heads. They were used to
plenty of things in the dorm, but the whole situation felt more chaotic than usual.

“All right, then. We’ll stick to the plan: Kirishima, Kyoka, Ochako, and Todoroki will stay
here with Midoriya and Bakugou. Everyone else, please get ready for class. We’re leaving in
ten minutes,” Ilda informed everyone.

A bit of commotion arose. The breakfast dishes were cleared away. Some people flopped
onto the couch to relax, while others went back to their rooms for a moment.

Only Momo remained at the table, taking a seat next to Izuku and asking calmly and kindly,
“Is there anything special you two want to do today? Or anything you might need? Like toys,
for instance?”

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows questioningly, while Katsuki asked, “Why’re you asking us
that? Are you planning to go buy us something?”

Momo shook her head with a smile and explained, “I can create objects with my quirk, and I
got permission from Mr. Aizawa to make something for you. Right now, we can’t leave the
school grounds without a teacher’s approval, so you both get one wish.”

That certainly grabbed their full attention - and immediately kicked off a flurry of questions:
“How do you do that?” “Can you make anything?” “Can you make stuff bigger than you?”
“Do you need other materials for that?”

They didn’t seem to want to stop, so excited were they. Kyoka leaned over and whispered,
“Just make them a ball or something, so they understand.”

Momo nodded, stood up, and lifted her blouse. Her stomach began to glow and shimmer
before a ball emerged.

The two boys fell silent at once, their mouths forming a wide “O,” though no sound came
out.

Several seconds passed before they snapped out of it. Izuku was the first to shake off the
daze. Cautiously, he stretched out his arm and poked Momo’s belly with his finger, not the
least bit shy about it.

“How does that work?” he asked in wonder, prodding her belly a couple more times. It was
obvious the vice class rep felt a bit uncomfortable, so she politely yet firmly let her blouse
fall back down and gently guided Izuku’s hand away.

“As long as I know the material, the object, and how it functions, I can create it,” she
explained calmly. Izuku tilted his head and asked, “Does it hurt?”

Delighted murmurs and giggles arose around them. Nobody could deny how much they
enjoyed this childlike naivety, along with the blunt straightforwardness that came with it.

Momo smiled understandingly and went on to explain, “No. It may look like it’s coming out
of my body, but think of it as a little portal I summon. That means I can create an object
regardless of its size. However, the requirement is that I know its composition and how it
works. Something I’ve never seen before and can’t imagine, I can’t create. And I can’t create
anything organic or alive.”

The green-haired boy nodded slowly, as though he needed to process her words, until Katsuki
asked, “Can you make an infinite number of things?”

“No, I use up a lot of lipi… uh, energy in the process. So I have to eat plenty of well-
balanced meals afterward to replenish my reserves.”

“Does that mean you can’t get fat?” the blond boy blurted out, causing a slight rosy tint to
spread across Momo’s cheeks.

“It’s not impossible. I don’t have to create things constantly, after all. Besides, I only make
what’s necessary or useful for a mission. It would be criminal if I just kept creating things
and, for instance, tried to sell them.”

Both boys nodded slowly, taking in all that information. After a moment of sorting it out,
they turned politely back to Momo.
“Your quirk is really cool, Momo,” Izuku laughed, taking her hand. He then asked shyly, “Is
it really okay for us to ask for something?”

“Of course!”

He turned to Katsuki, who leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Izuku did the same in
return, and this back-and-forth continued for quite a while until they finally nodded and
asked, “Could you please make us two All Might coloring books and some crayons?”

Not only Momo, but the other students at the table as well seemed surprised - they had
expected something more extravagant, given that the kids had essentially been granted free
rein for a toy. Were the two of them really that modest?

“Nothing else?”

The boys shook their heads, explaining, “We want to watch the All Might movie again and
color! And we already have a ball.”

Their wish was granted quickly. Izuku merely needed a gentle reminder that he couldn’t just
touch people out of the blue. But Momo’s quirk seemed to cast a spell on him, and he would
clearly have loved to touch that sparkly glow.

“All right, is everyone here?” Ilda asked, ready to do a headcount, when Mina suddenly
bounded out of the lineup, saying, “Come on, Ilda! Let’s just get going. Everyone’s here.”

Some eyebrows rose in skepticism, and people glanced around the room. Mashirao spoke
first: “Hagakure’s nowhere to be seen.”

“Toru’s never to be seen,” Mina joked, waving her hand in a nervous, dismissive gesture.
That was enough for everyone to realize something was up.

“Mina Ashido! What have you two cooked up this time?” came Ilda’s admonishing yet
simultaneously resigned voice.

Mina grinned broadly, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her friends grinned and each draped an arm around her shoulders. “Oh, you must have
something planned to really get back at our beloved Bakugou later, right?”

She gave both of them a wild grin and a wink, betraying herself even further. None of the trio
could hold back their gleeful snickering. After all, they didn’t get opportunities like this every
day.

Meanwhile, Kyoka - who’d gone over to the couch with the kids to turn on the TV - plugged
her earphone jack into the sofa cushions, focusing on the sounds in the room.
After a brief listen, her gaze shifted to the potted plant in the corner, which wasn’t quite in the
corner anymore. Plus, there was the telltale glint of a phone camera lens hidden within the
leaves.

“Hagakure’s hiding behind that plant, filming in secret,” she stated dryly, pointing toward the
corner. Izuku and Katsuki, who had been listening to her words, turned toward the corner in
question and took a step forward.

“There’s nothing there,” Katsuki said, about to step closer when the plant’s pot abruptly
moved to one side.

Both boys froze immediately, while Izuku nervously moved behind Katsuki and asked,
“Kacchan! Is that a ghost?”

Katsuki snorted, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone. “Ghosts aren’t real, Zuki!”

He turned to his friend to say more, when both suddenly let out a shriek and stood rigid.

Alarmed, everyone looked at them. Apart from their hair appearing slightly flattened, nothing
seemed out of place. But that small detail, followed by a feminine voice, explained the
moment of fright:

“Hello, you two! It’s nice to meet you. I’m Toru Hagakure, 16 years old, and my quirk is
‘Invisibility,’” said the unseen girl. She hadn’t intended to scare them, and she was surprised
they hadn’t run off. Really brave, she thought, or foolhardy - she’d decide that later.

The two boys seemed completely puzzled. Then, simultaneously, they raised their hands and
grabbed hold of the invisible something on their heads.

“This feels like skin,” Izuku remarked, running his fingers over the back of Toru’s hand.

“Yeah, and fingers,” Katsuki added, apparently trying to move one of the fingers away from
his head.

“I’m just a normal human; you just can’t see me,” Toru explained, acknowledging their
skepticism.

“Then can you make yourself visible?” Izuku asked, letting his hand drop again - only to
immediately stretch it forward. He gave an astonished “Oh” as he apparently touched Toru in
front of him.

“No, unfortunately not.”

“Then no one’s ever seen you?”

“No.”

“That’s a shame,” Izuku commented, still using his hand to explore the invisible girl in front
of him.
“I’m used to it, so it’s not so bad,” Hagakure said reassuringly, giggling a little and
whispering that he was actually tickling her leg right now.

Katsuki also started poking into the air in front of him with his finger until he hit something.

“Do your clothes turn invisible too?”

“No. And that’s actually good - at least you can partly see me that way.”

Izuku tilted his head, made a “Hmmmm,” and then asked, without any hesitation, “So are you
naked right now?”

Hagakure’s face wasn’t visible, but that question definitely caused it to heat up. And it wasn’t
just her - several of the other students in the room looked pretty embarrassed at such a direct
question.

Ilda cleared his throat, about to say something, when Hagakure suddenly let out a loud
squeak.

All the previously lowered and embarrassed faces jerked up at the same time. They could
only see that Izuku’s and Katsuki’s arms were suddenly dropping down. A few of them could
guess what had happened, but before anyone could react, Izuku turned his head toward
Katsuki and said, “There was something stubbly, Kacchan.”

“Not for me,” the blond boy replied.

A sharp squeal came from some of the students once they grasped the meaning behind
Izuku’s words.

“I’m gonna go put on my school uniform now,” Hagakure managed to say in a voice that was
way too high. They heard her hurried footsteps and a quick “Oh my gosh!” before things
went quiet again.

An awkward silence filled the room. Only the two kids seemed unaware of the tension. They
turned cluelessly to a very red-faced Kyoka and asked, “Did we do something wrong?”

She couldn’t do more than shake her head.

„Why were you all so red earlier?“ Shoto asked the group after the rest of the class had left
the dorm. The four designated students had gathered at the dining table, their textbooks open,
as they’d been given assignments to complete during their downtime. And they had plenty of
that, with the two boys glued to the TV, watching their movie with a lot more enthusiasm this
time.

"Are you serious, Todoroki?" Ochako asked, her tone filled with disbelief. She sighed,
pressing her hand against her forehead. In some ways, the Todoroki heir still seemed like a
kid. Desperately, she glanced at Kirishima and Kyoka, whose cheeks immediately tinged pink
again. Finally, Kyoka took pity and explained, “Well, when Izuku was ‘analyzing’
Hagakure’s quirk, he probably touched her in a... um... awkward spot.”

But even after the explanation, Shoto still looked completely unimpressed and blank.
Kirishima felt like banging his head on the table out of frustration and blurted out, "Dude!
Are you really that in the dark?"

Shoto looked at Kirishima in confusion before saying blankly, “What do you mean,
Kirishima? The lights are on, and the room is bright.”

Ochako fought the urge to facepalm, letting out a sigh instead, and turned to their clueless
friend. “It’s a figure of speech, Todoroki! It’s something people say when someone doesn’t
understand something that’s really obvious.”

“Ah, I see. Thanks, Uraraka.”

“No problem,” she replied, waving it off and silently begging the others to drop the topic.

They obliged, returning to their studies in peace.

The tranquil atmosphere didn’t last long, though. It was abruptly shattered by the two boys,
loud enough to make everyone at the table jump.

“Everything will be fine!” Izuku shouted, pumping his fist into the air. Katsuki leapt up
beside him, adding, “Because I am here!”

They burst out laughing, racing around the room and mimicking All Might’s attacks.
Together, they reared back and delivered a synchronized “DETROIT SMASH!” arm to arm.

Ochako and Kirishima couldn’t help but laugh, while Kyoka recorded the entire performance
with a smirk.

“Could you two keep it down, please?” Kyoka asked once she’d put her phone away. The
boys froze, turning to look at her - Izuku with a sheepish expression, Katsuki with a grumble.
But they both nodded and plopped back down on the floor, right in front of the TV. Should
they tell them not to sit so close?

“They really are adorable together,” Ochako said with a grin, her eyes still on the boys.

“Totally! And I guess they weren’t kidding yesterday when they said a movie has to be
watched twice,” Kirishima added.

“It’s like they memorized everything All Might did on the first go and are now re-enacting it.
So impressive!” he said, clearly amazed.

“Those two are total nerds,” Kyoka teased, grinning as she leaned back in her chair.

Ochako and Kirishima burst out laughing at her comment, though Shoto remained as
reserved as ever.
“Make sure you tell Kats that to his face when he’s back to normal,” Kirishima said, laughing
harder now.

A loud “Shh!” came from the couch, making him throw up his hands in a mock apology
before turning back to his homework. The others followed suit, though it was nearly
impossible to keep straight faces as they worked, their smiles constantly threatening to break
through.

„We want to watch the movie again!“ Izuku declared as the credits rolled. Both boys had
rushed over to the table, handing the remote to the group with expectant looks.

“Again? The same one?” Ochako asked skeptically. But the boys nodded with such eagerness
that she couldn’t refuse. She sighed and hit the “Play from beginning” button.

They cheered, with Izuku politely thanking her on behalf of both himself and Katsuki, before
dashing back to the coffee table.

Curious, the teenagers watched as the two boys knelt by the table, flipped open their coloring
books, and placed the wax crayons neatly between them.

“Which one are you coloring first, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, holding a green crayon in his
hand.

“The one with All Might doing the Smash!” Katsuki replied confidently.

“Then I’ll do the one where All Might’s in the air,” Izuku said with a smile.

“Okay.”

“Will you help me with the edges, Kacchan?” Izuku asked as he started selecting his crayons.
Katsuki nodded and scooted closer, and Izuku pushed his coloring book slightly toward him.

Focused, Katsuki used broad strokes to outline each black line, creating thicker borders that
made it nearly impossible for Izuku to color outside the lines.

“Kacchan, you’re so good at coloring!” Izuku said, full of admiration as he watched

Katsuki’s precise hand movements. He practically hung on Katsuki’s every motion,
repeatedly praising his talent.

The older students exchanged amused looks and shook their heads slightly at the scene.

The boys continued coloring in peaceful concentration, their All Might movie playing softly
in the background. Occasionally, they whispered quietly to each other.

And then, all of a sudden, it became suspiciously quiet.

 While the four babysitters were deeply focused on their work, they only noticed the silence
when the end credits of the movie began rolling.

“Huh,” Ochako murmured, standing quietly and peeking over the back of the couch. She
stifled a giggle into her hand as she spotted the boys, leaning against each other, fast asleep
while still on their knees.

Moving softly, she tiptoed around and snapped a quick photo of the sleeping children,
promptly sending it to the class group chat to ensure peace among her classmates.

“They must’ve really gotten up super early,” Kyoka remarked, glancing at the photo with a
small smile. Then, with a tilt of her head, she added, “But seriously, how do you even fall
asleep in that position?”

“I think that’s just something kids do,” Ochako mused aloud, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“My mom always said I could sleep in the weirdest positions, too.”

“Well, that gives us a little time to finish our work before waking up these two monsters,”
Kyoka suggested, her tone playful.

“Do you really think they’re monsters?” Kirishima asked, glancing at the photo again. He
resisted the urge to stand and see the scene for himself, not wanting to risk waking them up.
The boys looked so peaceful, almost angelic.

Kyoka smirked mischievously, resting her cheek on one hand as she replied, “Oh, definitely.
Little nerd monsters.”

Chapter End Notes

That's it!
I hope you enjoyed it and maybe it even made you smile a little. Was there a part you
liked the most? I definitely have a favorite moment in this chapter!....hehe
I hope I got more comments then zero with this Chapter...maybe...
See you on Saturday!
 Play Ball
Chapter Notes

Happy Saturday, everyone! =)

I'm back with my little sweeties! Thanks for the kudos! I hope this is a sign, that you
like that Story!
Enjoy this new Chap!

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Chapter 9 – Play Ball

“Should we wake them up now? They’ve been sleeping for over an hour,” Ochako asked the
group as she closed her folder.

They had been working diligently and productively, and everyone definitely needed a break.
By the end, their concentration had waned, and they all noticed each other scrolling through
their phones instead of focusing on the textbook material.

Kirishima groaned, stretched, yawned loudly, and said, “Yeah! We could take them outside
for a bit. I definitely need to move around.”

He grinned at the group and got up a little sluggishly. Before heading toward the couch, he
turned back and said, “By the way, thanks for explaining everything so patiently to me. It’s
nice not to have a book slammed over my head for once.”

Kyoka and Ochako gave wry smiles and waved it off, though they could perfectly imagine
what Kirishima was referring to. Katsuki was undoubtedly smart, but patience in teaching
others was not his strong suit.

“Hey, little heros! Time to wake up,” he said gently as he lightly shook each of the kids’
shoulders.

There was immediate grumbling and growling in response. Grumbling from Izuku, growling
from Katsuki. Katsuki’s hand instantly swatted at the contact, forcing Kirishima to quickly
pull his hand back.

Katsuki was the first to open his eyes, looking a little disoriented and sleepy as he stared into
Kirishima’s eyes. He let out another growl before glancing at Izuku. It took him a solid ten
seconds to process what was going on. Then, in a voice that was still groggy but unusually
soft, he said, “Zuki! Wake up! That weird shark-tooth guy wants us to get up.”

Izuku mumbled something, snuggling closer to his childhood friend and letting out a
contented, “Kacchan’s so warm.”
Eijiro reached out again to gently shake Izuku’s shoulder, but out of nowhere, Katsuki’s hand
shot forward and slapped it away.

“Don’t touch him!” Katsuki snapped, pulling the already-snuggling boy even closer to him.
Eijiro raised his hands defensively, smiling kindly as he said, “Sorry, Kats! I just wanted to
wake Izuku up.”

“I can do that myself. Go away!”

While Ochako puffed up her cheeks in indignation at the table, Kyoka held her back from
doing anything rash. Kirishima carefully backed away from the two boys and returned to the
others.

“Wow, he’s really possessive,” Kyoka remarked dryly, voicing what everyone but Shoto was
thinking.

“Yeah, it’s cute and all, but can he not do it in a normal, polite tone for once? Such a little
brat,” Ochako grumbled quietly, though she couldn’t deny how adorably Katsuki treated
Izuku. Despite being annoyed by his behavior toward them, she couldn’t help but find his
dynamic with Izuku unreasonably sweet. They watched as the blond boy gently ran his hand
through Izuku’s messy curls, letting it rest on his cheek before leaning down to whisper
something softly in his ear. The mumbled response suggested it was likely a gentle wake-up
call.

“I don’t wanna, Kacchan,” Izuku muttered, practically throwing himself onto Katsuki and
using him as a makeshift pillow.

“Zuki! Get off me! I don’t want to cuddle.”

“But I do.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“But Kacchan…”

“No, Zuki!”

“Don’t you like me anymore?” Izuku sniffled, pouting as he looked at Katsuki. No one in the
room could tell if he was acting or genuinely upset.

Katsuki let out a grumpy huff, rolled his eyes, and patted Izuku’s head before saying, “If you
let go of me now, I’ll still like you.”

Izuku immediately pulled back and sat upright. He rubbed his fists over his eyes, wiping
away the remnants of sleep, and yawned as he glanced around the room, his gaze settling on
the table where the teens were sitting.

“I gotta pee,” was all he said before standing up, grabbing Katsuki’s hand, and tugging him
along. “Come on, Kacchan!”
The four teens watched in stunned silence as the boys trotted off to the bathroom. They didn’t
follow, knowing Momo had created stools that morning so the boys could independently use
the toilet and wash their hands. Nevertheless, Ochako and Kyoka sent Kirishima after them a
minute later - just to be safe.

“So, how about we go outside for a bit?” Kirishima asked enthusiastically, already holding
the ball Momo had created for them earlier as a demonstration.

“But we haven’t finished watching the All Might movie yet,” Izuku complained, with
Katsuki chiming in, “And we still haven’t finished coloring our picture.”

Kirishima looked to his classmates for help, clearly relieved when Kyoka crouched slightly to
the boys’ level and said, “You can finish that later. Right now, the sun is shining, and we all
need some fresh air. Staying cooped up indoors all day isn’t healthy. After all, don’t you two
want to be heroes, right? Every hero needs daily exercise and fresh air to become as strong
and fast as they can be.”

The two children stared at her with wide eyes, nodding eagerly in agreement. Kyoka had to
hold back a laugh. The two were so simple to please. Okay, maybe it was just because they
were kids, but it seemed like all she had to do was say the word “hero,” and they were
instantly fired up. She wondered if that same approach would have worked the previous night
when they refused to go to bed.

“Alright, let’s get our jackets and shoes on, and then we’ll play a round of ball, okay?” she
said, leading them toward the coat rack. Before turning back to them, she added, “And who
knows! Maybe we’ll even run into some heroes. They might not be the ones you know yet
since they’ll only become famous in a few years, but still!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” she laughed, completely enchanted by their sparkling, wide-eyed excitement.
God, if this continued, she might end up developing motherly feelings for the two. Although,
weren’t those already there?

“Can we have the ball, Eijiro?” Izuku asked, already stretching his hands out toward the
object. The teenager immediately obliged, handing it over before retreating a little to join
Shoto and Ochako on the bench. Kyoka, however, stayed standing near the kids. That
annoyed him slightly, but he had to admit that she had a natural knack for handling the two of
them. Or had she always been this good with them? Thinking back, Kyoka was one of the
few who regularly addressed Katsuki by name in his older form, at least ever since the
competition against Class 1-B.

“I’ve never played with a ball before,” Shoto’s calm, even voice suddenly announced, pulling
Eijiro out of his thoughts. Shocked, he turned toward the Todoroki heir and noticed that
Ochako had the same stunned expression on her face.
“Are you serious, Todoroki?” she asked, equal parts incredulous and disheartened.

“Yes. I wasn’t allowed to play with my siblings because my father always wanted me to train
and become stronger than anyone else.”

Kirishima felt completely thrown by Shoto’s response. Should he pity him or try to comfort
him? Or should he just leave it alone? Nervously, he bit his lower lip as he watched Katsuki
juggle the ball for Izuku, who, in turn, showered him with praise. A lump formed in
Kirishima’s throat, and he glanced briefly at Ochako. She had raised her hand as if to say
something but then let it fall again. She opened her mouth slightly but closed it without
speaking.

Kirishima turned back to Shoto, whose expression was so blank that it was impossible to tell
if he was sad about the lack of such experiences.

“Ah… you know what, Todoroki?” Kirishima began, even though he wasn’t entirely sure
where he was going with it. He just noticed that Shoto had turned his full attention to him.

“Uh, we could try some team games with the whole class sometime. There are some that are
almost like battles. It’d be good training and fun, too. And you could give playing with a ball
a try.”

Shoto nodded, a faint smile crossing his face, and replied, “Yes, we could do that.”

With that, the bench fell silent again, and neither Ochako nor Kirishima dared to say anything
further. Instead, they refocused on the two kids, whose shining eyes seemed to banish any
lingering uneasy feelings.

"That's sooooo cool, Kacchan!" Izuku said in awe, watching as the blond boy expertly
juggled the ball on his head.

Kyoka silently agreed with Izuku. Katsuki showed remarkable skill with the ball. Why was
he already so athletically gifted? And why did it seem like everything he tried with the ball
came so easily to him?

"I’m starting to understand what his mom meant yesterday," Kyoka muttered under her
breath, stepping back a couple of paces as the boys started passing the ball to each other.

"Zuki! You can’t kick with the tip of your foot. You have to use this part here!" Katsuki
instructed his friend meticulously, pointing at the inside of his foot and twisting his leg to
demonstrate. He mimicked a kick in the air for emphasis.

And what did Izuku do?

He crouched down, one hand thoughtfully resting on his chin while the other pressed a finger
against his lips. He had gone into his classic "analysis mode," looking almost identical to his
older self - minus the muttering.
"Got it?" Katsuki asked, glancing at Izuku after performing several air kicks.

"Do it again, Kacchan!" Izuku demanded, hopping forward in his crouch like a frog to get a
closer look at the movement.

Kyoka had to press her hand against her mouth to stifle her laughter. Good grief, she was
struggling to keep it in. And she wasn’t alone. She heard a soft giggle from Ochako and a
muffled snort from Kirisihima. She also noticed Ochako holding her phone, sneaking photos.
Hm, had Mina’s photo obsession rubbed off on her?

"Like this! And then like that!" Katsuki’s voice cut through as he repeated his demonstration.
Izuku, who had scooted so close that there was a brief moment of danger where Katsuki’s
foot might accidentally hit his face, stood up and tried to mimic the movement. His arms
flailed as he struggled to keep his balance.

"I can’t do it, Kacchan. My legs are too short," Izuku complained, pouting.

"You can do it."

"No, only Kacchan can do it."

"If I teach you, you can do it too. Don’t give up so easily, Zuki."

"It’s hard."

"It’s supposed to be hard! That’s how you learn."

"But it looks so easy when you do it, Kacchan," Izuku whined, sinking back into a crouch. He
crossed his arms on his knees and rested his head on them, sulking.

"That’s because it is easy."

"Not for me."

"Zuki!"

"I don’t want to play ball anymore."

"Then I’ll never play ball with you again. I’ll only play with the best players."

"Kacchan is mean."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are! Super mean to your Zuki!" Izuku whined dramatically, referring to himself in
the third person.

Katsuki let out a loud groan of frustration and stomped his foot on the ground before angrily
kicking the ball far away.

"You're such a crybaby!" he yelled at Izuku in irritation.

"And you're a meanie!"

"I’m not!"

"Yes, you are! A big meanie!"

"Take it back!"

"Hmph!" Izuku huffed, turning away from Katsuki with a sulky little hop while still crouched
down.

The teenagers observed the situation with a mixture of confusion and hesitation. Should they
have stepped in earlier? Should they intervene now?

Kyoka approached the bench, leaned down slightly, and whispered quietly to her classmates,
“What do we do now?”

Ochako shrugged and replied, “Keep watching?”

Kyoka mirrored her shrug, equally uncertain, and let her gaze drift back to the two boys.

Izuku was still crouched down, using a small stick to trace sulky little circles into the dirt,
while Katsuki stood a few meters away with his arms crossed, stubbornly glaring in the
opposite direction. However, the teens noticed that Katsuki kept sneaking glances at Izuku,
who, in turn, was doing the same.

“God, those looks!” Ochako giggled, covering her mouth.

“Seeing Izuku pouting like that is just way too cute. Honestly, how can anyone take that
seriously?” Kyoka added with a smirk.

“I honestly can’t tell if that was even a real “fight”,” Ochako remarked.

“Well, probably not, but only because things between Kats and Izuku are always so intense,”
Kirishima chimed in.

The three tilted their heads in unison, watching the boys closely, while Shoto simply stared
without expression. So, it came as a surprise when his calm voice broke the silence:

“This isn’t a fight. It’s just a challenge. Like always.”

Kirishima looked confused, while Ochako tilted her head further.

“Care to explain, Todoroki?” Ochako prompted, glancing at him expectantly.

Shoto blinked at her, his expression faintly puzzled. “Why?”

“Because we don’t understand?” she replied.

“But this is just how they always are.”

“I’m not entirely follo—” Ochako began, only to be unexpectedly interrupted by Shoto.

“Izuku’s about to go get the ball and try again. Then he’ll kick it to Katsuki and challenge
him.”

Skeptical glances were exchanged between the teens, but Shoto continued watching the little
duo as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

With a resigned sigh, Kyoka dropped back onto the bench alongside the others, choosing to
silently observe the scene in front of them.

They sat in silence for a full three minutes before Izuku slowly stood up. He turned toward
Katsuki, who immediately huffed and turned away from him. Izuku puffed out his cheeks in
response before slowly heading toward the ball. He paused a few times along the way,
attempting to angle his foot outward and mimic the kicking motion Katsuki had shown him.

The teens watched intently as Izuku finally reached the ball and gave it a few weak practice
kicks. How had Shoto known this would happen? And how on earth had he predicted that
Izuku would pass the ball to Katsuki, just as he had been supposed to earlier?

When the ball reached him, the fiery blond turned around with a sharp snort. His eyes flicked
to the ball, then to Izuku. He found Izuku’s proud gaze, his slightly raised chin, and his
triumphant stance. Katsuki responded with nothing but a challenging grin. He jogged forward
a few steps with the ball before returning it to Izuku with a skillful pass.

Izuku tried to stop the ball with his foot, but it rolled over, eliciting another puffed-cheeked
pout from him.

“Oh my god, I’m going to die if this keeps being this cute,” Ochako murmured, briefly
glancing at her phone screen, which displayed Izuku’s adorably pouty face.

“And I’m starting to get why all the moms sit around the playground,” Kyoka added. She
elaborated, “It’s surprisingly entertaining to watch kids.”

The others nodded in agreement as they continued to watch the quiet game unfold. It was
captivating. Katsuki seemed to silently instruct Izuku on how to properly stop a ball, and
Izuku diligently followed his lead. Neither of them spoke. Occasionally, Izuku would stick
his tongue out slightly, a sign of his intense concentration as he tried to get it right. And when
he succeeded, a radiant smile spread across his face - a smile so infectious that the onlookers
couldn’t help but share in his small victories.

A message on Ochako’s phone suddenly pulled the students’ attention away from the two
children. It was only then that they realized they had been outside for nearly an hour.
 “Ilda sent a message,” Ochako announced briefly before reading it aloud: “Ochako! I am
instructed to inform you that Mrs. Midoriya and Mr. Bakugo have notified Mr. Aizawa of
their intent to visit the dormitory. Their estimated arrival time is between 12:30 PM and 1:30
PM.”

Kyoka couldn’t help but chuckle, while Kirishima asked, “Does Ilda ever write normal
messages?”

Ochako gave a crooked smile and said, “Nope. They’re always like this - even when he’s
inviting us to study.”

“Well, that’s just how he is, right? Our class president,” Kyoka said with an amused grin,
receiving nods of agreement from her friends.

“So, what do you think they’ll be like? I mean, Mrs. Midoriya and Mr. Bakugou.”

Kirishima exhaled slowly and said, “Katsuki’s dad isn’t going to be like his mom, right? I
mean, three people with personalities like that in one household? No way.”

“I can’t imagine it either. But then again, how else could he be? And as for Izuku’s mom -
she’s got to be the sweetest person alive. I mean, she’d have to be, right? Look at Izuku,”
Ochako said with a dreamy smile, her gaze shifting back to the green-haired boy, who was
now running and laughing beside Katsuki.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Let’s head back inside and take care of the little
guys. After all that running around, they’ve got to be getting hungry.”

Chapter End Notes

That's it!
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Shoto and the ball...after the last MHA Movie and his dream in it, i had the idea of this
scene. Hope it was okay.
Next Chapter will come in one week. Saturday so.
I'm not finished with Chapter 10 ^^' Sorry
See you
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Chapter Notes

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Sorry for the late update, but i had finished this Chapter today ^^'
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Hope you will enjoy this Chap!

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Chapter 10 – Inko & Masaru

Lunch passed smoothly for everyone. The two boys happily devoured their reheated
Katsudon, while the teens settled for simple toast. They had chosen not to take the kids to the
cafeteria to see Lunch Rush. The reason was simple: they wanted to survive! Katsuki would
most likely explode with rage once he was back to normal if he found out they had paraded
his younger self around campus for everyone to see. Even if it would’ve probably helped
improve his image, they weren’t willing to take the risk.

“What do you want to do now?” Kirishima asked the boys as Shoto and Ochako cleared the
table.
“Watch All Might and color,” the two answered in unison. Kirishima stifled a small laugh,
nodded, and went to the coffee table to turn on the TV.

“Do you think it’s okay to keep them in front of the TV all the time?” Ochako voiced her
concern.

“I have no idea! But I didn’t exactly read a parenting guide for this situation,” Kyoka replied.
“And for just a few days, it probably won’t have any lasting effects.”

“So, we’re letting them do whatever they want?”

Kyoka thought for a moment, glancing over at the boys, who were gazing up at All Might on
the screen with glowing eyes. She smiled before giving a short and simple answer. “Yeah.”

Ochako giggled, sat down at the table next to Shoto, and opened her textbooks again. Since
things were more peaceful than expected, they could take advantage of the quiet to catch up
on schoolwork and prep for the upcoming exams.
A productive atmosphere settled over the living room. The students focused on their studies
while Izuku and Katsuki concentrated just as much on their coloring books. Occasionally,
they’d get a bit louder when an important All Might scene played on TV, but the others just
smiled and let it be. The harmony between them was too precious to disturb. The boys helped
each other without hesitation, praised each other’s drawings, and even swapped books from
time to time.

Izuku frequently sought contact with Katsuki, whether by praising him, grabbing his hand,
resting his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, or whispering something in his ear. Everyone could
see how clingy he was - and how Katsuki let it all happen without complaint. In fact, it
almost seemed like he enjoyed the closeness and physical contact.

It was simply heartwarming. Their carefree interactions were a breath of fresh air. With all
the worries and stresses the students had been facing, this little break felt like healing balm
for their souls.

Shortly after one o’clock, there was a knock at the dorm door. Kirishima immediately jumped
up and went to the entrance.

“Do you think it’s them?” he asked excitedly before finally opening the door and seeing a
small, green-haired woman standing there. Definitely Izuku’s mom. They really looked like
carbon copies of each other, except that she didn’t have the freckles on her face like Izuku
did.

“Good afternoon, and welcome, Mrs. Midoriya,” he greeted her politely with a short bow.
The woman gave a shy smile, bowed slightly in return, and seemed unsure whether she
should come in or wait outside.

“Please, come in. My name is Eijiro Kirishima.”

“Thank you, Kirishima,” she said as she stepped inside. Her gaze first landed on the students
sitting at the table, but it quickly shifted to the couch.

And then, it was as if her eyes instantly filled with tears. Her face was so full of emotion,
much like Izuku’s when he got overwhelmed. He must’ve inherited that from her. She
quickly pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her face, never once looking away from the two
boys who were intently watching the climax of the movie.

After a few moments, she managed to tear her gaze away and turned toward the students.

“Sorry! I just… Oh my, it’s been so long since I could enjoy a moment like this,” she sniffled,
bowing several times in apology before her eyes drifted back to the boys again.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Midoriya! We’re used to it from your son. You know, the teary eyes thing,”
Ochako said warmly, introducing herself and her two other classmates.
Inko Midoriya gave a shy laugh before saying, “It’s so nice to finally meet you all! Izuku’s
told me so much about you.”

“Hopefully all good things!” Kirishima chuckled.

“Oh, of course, only good things! And I want to take this chance to thank you and the rest of
your class for being such great friends to my son. You have no idea how happy it makes me
to see his positive growth, even with all the injuries along the way.”

Ochako and Kyoka looked a little bashful, while Kirishima scratched the back of his head
uncertainly. They hadn’t expected those to be the first words Izuku’s mother would say to
them.

Kyoka was the first to come up with a suitable response. “We should be the ones thanking
you, Mrs. Midoriya! Your son - and his very loud rival - keep us motivated with their
determination.”

Inko let out a soft laugh, but it was loud enough for a child’s voice to suddenly echo through
the room.

“MAMAAAA!”

As if Izuku had regained his quirk, he bolted off the couch like a green flash and ran straight
into his mother’s arms. She knelt down just in time to catch him, holding him tightly as tears
streamed down her face again.

“Mama! Mama! Mama! I missed you so much,” Izuku sobbed, burying his face in her chest
and clinging to her as if he wanted to crawl inside her.

“Oh, my sweet boy! I missed you so much too,” she sniffled, smiling as she gently rubbed his
back to comfort him.

The students watched the entire scene unfold, wondering why Izuku, who had seemed calm
and relaxed all day, suddenly had such an emotional outburst. At the same time, they glanced
toward the couch, where Katsuki was standing at the edge, looking unsure of whether he was
allowed to join Izuku and his mother.

But it wasn’t just the students who noticed Katsuki’s hesitation. Inko also seemed to pick up
on it. While gently patting Izuku’s head, she looked up with a warm, gentle gaze and softly
asked, “Hello, Katsuki! Would you like to come and say hello too?”

The blond boy nodded shyly and hesitantly stepped closer to mother and son.

“Hi, Auntie,” he said quietly, sounding uncharacteristically timid. Where had the loud and
confident troublemaker they knew disappeared to?

Still a bit unsure, Katsuki stood in front of Inko and mumbled, “You look a little different.”
She laugh lightly and smiled at him.

“Yes, I’ve gotten a little older. And a bit rounder too. Is that bad?” she teased, noting how her
son was now calm and simply cuddled into her arms.

“No, you’re just as pretty as always,” Katsuki murmured, nervously dragging the tip of his
shoe across the floor.

While his classmates’ jaws dropped at the unexpected compliment, Inko giggled softly
behind her hand. “My little charmer.”

Katsuki glanced at her, then at Izuku, biting his lower lip as if he wanted to say something but
didn’t dare to. Since when did Katsuki Bakugo ever hesitate?

But Inko understood what the boy wanted. She shifted Izuku to her left side, opened her right
arm, and asked gently, “Would you like to hug me too?”

As if on cue, Katsuki launched himself into Inko Midoriya’s arms, sniffling quietly and
cuddling just as tightly as Izuku. It was a heart-melting sight, and Ochako couldn’t resist
capturing it with her phone. She planned to ask Izuku’s mother for permission to keep the
photo later, but she couldn’t imagine anyone saying no to a moment like this.

“My two brave little heroes,” Inko whispered to the boys, kissing each of them on the head
before softly asking, “Has everything been okay so far?”

The boys nodded, but then Izuku suddenly started crying harder, sobbing as he said, “I’m
sorry, Mama! I said a bad word yesterday.”

“You did?”

Izuku stepped back a little, while Katsuki stayed quietly nestled in her arms.

With a loud sniffle, Izuku defended himself, “Yes, but… but only because they were being
mean to Kacchan.”

For the second time that afternoon, the students’ jaws hit the floor. They immediately wanted
to explain, but Inko subtly shook her head at them before turning back to her son.

“If you only did it to protect Katsuki, it’s okay. But please, don’t do it again,” she said calmly
before gently pulling Katsuki back to look at him. “Everything’s fine. I’m so proud of how
well you two take care of each other. Katsuki, your mom called me yesterday and told me
how proud she is of you for watching over Izuku. Thank you, Katsuki. I’m happy to know I
can rely on my two big boys.”

The boys beamed at her with wide, shining eyes and the kind of joyful smiles that could melt
anyone’s heart. It was as if they were standing in front of a shared mother, and the students
watching couldn’t have agreed more. The way this warm, loving woman treated both boys
equally with so much affection made them all a little envious. Honestly, who wouldn’t want
to be hugged by a mother like her?
The peaceful scene was interrupted by the sound of the door closing. The students looked up
curiously and saw an older man with brown hair, glasses, and a bit of stubble. He smiled
kindly, bowed politely, and introduced himself.

That was the moment the students felt their reality shift. This was Katsuki’s father? This
calm, peaceful-looking man?

“Uncle Masaru!” Izuku beamed, immediately letting go of his mother and dashing toward the
man, who caught him and lifted him into his arms.

“Easy there, little man. I’m not as young as I used to be,” Masaru chuckled softly, allowing
Izuku to cling to him before hugging him back gently.

“It’s nice to see you too, Izuku.”

Izuku laughed, stretching his arms into the air before placing his hands on Masaru’s cheeks.

“Uncle Masaru! Why do you have a beard?” he asked, giggling as he ran his fingers across
the stubble, which tickled his palms.

The empathetic man smiled, setting Izuku back down before ruffling his wild curls.

“Well, as you get older, you change a little,” he explained, taking a step forward with Izuku
toward Inko and Katsuki.

“Hello, Katsuki,” Masaru greeted his son, speaking in a calm tone that seemed to put
everyone in the room at ease.

Katsuki looked up, eyeing him skeptically at first, before releasing himself from Inko’s
embrace and stepping in front of his father.

“Hello, Dad,” Katsuki responded, sounding neither shy like he had with Inko nor
overconfident like he was with his mother. What kind of relationship did the two of them
have?

“Everything okay?” Masaru asked, and after a brief pause, Katsuki’s eyes unexpectedly grew
a bit glassy. The boy quickly wiped them with his forearm, sniffing loudly before replying
defiantly, “Of course!”

His father smiled, crouching briefly to be at his son’s eye level and saying, “That’s good to
hear.”

A brief silence fell between them. No one in the room dared to interrupt the moment. Then,
suddenly, Izuku stepped next to Katsuki, grabbing his hand and proudly saying, “Kacchan
made me breakfast, Uncle Masaru. Super tasty pancakes with strawberries! He didn’t even
need any help because Kacchan is amazing.”

Masaru exhaled a soft laugh, looking at both boys before replying to Izuku, “Yes, he is.”
A sparkle ignited in Katsuki’s eyes - an expression of pure pride and admiration. There was
no other way to describe the way his ruby-red gaze locked on his father. The students were
stunned. Katsuki had never reacted this way to any of them. No matter how often they
praised him or admired his abilities, he always brushed it off as if he didn’t need it. After all,
he believed he was the best at everything, better than anyone else. But seeing him openly
bask in his father’s words revealed so much about their relationship—one that seemed
drastically different from the one he had with his mother.

“Um, Mrs. Midoriya, Mr. Bakugo! Would you like some tea?” Ochako asked politely,
breaking the silence as everyone stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

“Sure,” they both answered with warm smiles.

Izuku, of course, hopped right onto his mother’s lap, while Katsuki sat on a chair between
Masaru and Inko, sitting alone.

“Goodness, I know you two can’t understand this, but seeing you both this small is incredibly
heartwarming,” Inko said dreamily, squeezing her son closer and resting her head sideways
against his. Izuku simply laughed, turned his head, and planted a kiss on his mother’s cheek.

“Mama, you’re squishing me,” he giggled, giving her another kiss before leaning his head
against her chest and closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

Inko let out a soft sigh, wrapping one arm protectively around her son while using the other
to lift her teacup and take a sip.

“I hope the boys haven’t given you too much trouble,” she said gently after placing her cup
back on the table.

“Surprisingly, no! Their older versions actually cause us more headaches,” Kyoka replied
with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of her head awkwardly.

The parents were very approachable and kind, but the situation still felt strange. After all, it
wasn’t every day they acted as babysitters for their classmates - who just happened to be the
same age as them. The entire situation was surreal.

“Yeah. For the first 24 hours, they were really easy to take care of. We were actually
surprised by how independent and capable they are for their age.”

“Hey, we’re already big kids!” Katsuki snapped, closely watching everything with eagle eyes.
His gaze kept drifting back to Izuku, who lay peacefully in his mother’s arms.

“Katsuki,” Masaru gently reprimanded him, making the blond puff out his cheeks in
frustration and cross his arms over his chest. He turned his head away, refocusing on
observing Izuku instead.

“Don’t you two want to go back to coloring?” Ochako suggested, hoping to give the adults
some room to talk, just as they had done with Mitsuki in the kitchen the day before.
“No, I want to stay with Mommy,” Izuku murmured, clinging to her even tighter. Inko just
smiled, stroking his back gently and saying softly, “Don’t you want to finish coloring your
picture with Katsuki? Then I can take it home and hang it on our fridge. What do you think?”

But Izuku looked at her in shock, his tone filled with outrage as he said, “MAMA! That
picture is in our new All Might coloring book! We can’t rip it out!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” she said apologetically, glancing sideways at Masaru, who
understood how sacred All Might items were to the two boys.

“Katsuki! Would you be so kind as to bring me your coloring books?” Masaru asked politely.
Katsuki raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly waiting for an explanation. His father simply
smiled.

“Please, Katsuki,” he repeated more firmly. The added insistence worked. With a grumble
and a few mumbled complaints, Katsuki slid off his chair and padded over to the coffee table
to retrieve the coloring books.

In the meantime, Masaru turned to the students. “Could one of you bring me a few blank
sheets of paper, a pencil, and a black marker?”

The students looked confused, but Ochako quickly stood up and placed her pencil case from
her school supplies on the table. She then excused herself to retrieve a sketch pad from her
room.

"Oh, Uncle Masaru! Are you going to draw something for us?" Izuku squealed suddenly,
practically leaping off his mother’s lap to run over and stand curiously next to the man.

Katsuki arrived at the table at the same time, handing his father the coloring books before
climbing back onto his chair. Meanwhile, Izuku hopped onto the chair on the opposite side of
Masaru, leaning against the table and pulling the chair closer with his legs.

"Which All Might picture do you want to color for the fridge?" Masaru asked as he flipped
through the book.

"Kacchan, which one should we color?" Izuku asked, nearly lying flat on the table as he
stood on the chair. Katsuki mimicked his position, peered over at his friend, and thought for a
moment before suggesting, "There was an All Might standing on a moving car."

They quickly flipped through the pages and found the picture, but Izuku still didn’t seem
completely satisfied.

"Uncle Masaru! Can you draw a dinosaur too?"

Masaru nodded and asked, "Should All Might fight the dinosaur or be driving the car?"

The question seemed to unleash something. Both boys exploded with excitement, shouting
out their ideas one after the other. Every suggestion Izuku made was immediately built upon
by Katsuki, and vice versa. Their descriptions were wildly imaginative - a giant dinosaur
villain with cannons, menacing spikes, and clawed gloves. And, of course, the dinosaur had
to look very bad and evil.

Eijiro, Kyoka, and Ochako, who had returned with the drawing supplies, had to bite their lips
to keep from bursting into laughter. What vivid imaginations these two had!

While Masaru took a sheet of paper to sketch, the boys kept throwing in changes as he
worked. Inko turned to the four students, who were amazed as they watched the pen glide
across the page. The sketch was taking shape incredibly fast.

"Don’t be surprised! This happened quite often in the past. I think Masaru could have easily
published several All Might coloring books with how much he used to draw for the boys,"
she said with a laugh, having noticed their astonished expressions.

"Really?"

Inko nodded, offering a slight smile before adding, "Katsuki probably still doesn’t share
much about himself, does he?"

The students perked up. Was this their chance to learn a few secrets?

"Both Masaru and Mitsuki work in the fashion industry. Masaru here is the head designer,
which is where the artistic talent comes from. He makes the designs, and his wife brings them
to life - well, mostly. You met her yesterday. Katsuki and she are quite similar in
temperament."

"Wow, we didn’t know that. But why… well, Katsuki’s clothes…"

Masaru smirked, but he was too focused on the boys and their suggestions to explain.
Thankfully, Inko was more than ready to share.

"Oh, that..." she chuckled, waving her hand dismissively before explaining, "Mitsuki used to
dress Katsuki very fashionably, and I don’t remember exactly when he stopped liking it…"

"When he was nine," Masaru chimed in, helping her out.

"Yes, when he turned nine, he’d had enough. Since then, Katsuki’s been stuck in a kind of
rebellious phase when it comes to fashion. I think that’s the best way to describe it, right,
Masaru?"

Masaru simply nodded as he transformed the sketch into a coloring page. The boys were
utterly silent, completely engrossed in watching each line form on the page.

"That’s insane!" Eijiro blurted out. The others agreed, except for Shoto.

Shoto wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. Like Izuku and Katsuki, he was
mesmerized by the image developing on the blank paper. It was easy to forget sometimes that
Endeavor’s son was a big All Might fan too - possibly as a way to defy his father.
 "Is there anything else we should know? We haven’t had any major problems so far, except at
bedtime yesterday," Kyoka said, and upon being asked, she began explaining the nighttime
incident.

Inko gave them a simple tip, one that Kyoka had already put into practice earlier in the day:
tie everything back to All Might or hero duties. It sounded too simple, but the boys always
jumped at it. If you told them heroes had rules to follow, they would instantly listen.

"Other than that, nothing really comes to mind. It’s been so long. And the most important
advice Mitsuki already gave you yesterday," Inko reflected, finishing her cup of tea.

"In general, the boys will tell you if they need something. Other than being stubborn
sometimes, we never had any major issues with them. That came later. You’ve caught them at
a really good age," she added, her gaze drifting fondly back to the boys as they excitedly
commented on the nearly finished drawing.

"Can I take a photo?" Ochako asked, pulling out her phone.

Masaru was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t respond, but Inko beamed at the question.
"Oh, please do! Take as many as you like. Back then, it wasn’t this easy with phones. Twelve
years ago, digital cameras were still better. I’d be so happy if I could fill more photo albums
with your help. Have you already taken some pictures?"

"More than a few!" Ochako laughed.

The three students quickly grabbed their phones and opened their photo galleries to show off
their snapshots. Mina had also been busy and uploaded an entire folder to the class cloud,
which was technically meant for school-related content. Well, as long as Mr. Aizawa didn’t
find out, there wouldn’t be any complaints.

They spent the next half hour going through the many photos, marveling at the moments they
had already captured. The students were amazed at how much had happened on the first day
alone. They still had a full day ahead - what other surprises would it bring?

Chapter End Notes

That's it!
And, what do you think? Did I do a decent job portraying Inko and Masaru? Was there
anything you didn’t like about the chapter?
If you have any ideas for the story, feel free to share them =D After all, we still have a
whole day left, and I can definitely squeeze in a few of your requested scenes. ;)
Hopefully, I can finish the next chapter by next Saturday! I’ll do my best!!!
See you
 Together Forever!
Chapter Notes

Hello everyone!
Sorry, I’m a bit late. I really tried to hurry, but during the week, it’s hard for me to find
time to write. But after seeing my fanfiction recommended on TikTok this morning, I
was so touched and happy that I just had to finish the chapter today!
Thank you so much for all the kudos and comments! You’re amazing! I really hope you
enjoy the new chapter. This time it wasn't that easy to write it! ^^'

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Chapter 11 – Together Forever!

"This is really super cool, Uncle Masaru!" Izuku squealed happily as he climbed off the chair
and accepted the sheet from Katsuki’s father.

"I'm glad you like it. I hope you’ll do your best coloring it in."

"Of course," Katsuki immediately replied as he and Izuku walked back to the sofa and sat
down at the low coffee table.

"Well, that should keep them busy for a while," Mr. Bakugo smiled before turning to the four
students. "Is there anything we can help you with? We’ve got a bit of time left."

Three out of the four students shyly lowered their gaze. Shoto, however, sat still and
emotionless, his attention fixed on the two boys at the sofa.

"Well, um…it’s a bit embarrassing because…your wife already helped us yesterday, but…"
Ochako started to stammer. But Mr. Bakugo’s warm laugh and his friendly, "What seems to
be the problem?" immediately eased the tension.

"Well, your wife said that today we’d be making monkfish donburi. She also gave us the
recipe. But…um…there are whole fish in the fridge and…"

"No problem," he said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I can filet the fish and prepare the meal
for you."

He got up from the table and turned to the small woman next to him. "Would you help me,
Inko? That way, we can finish before we need to leave."
"Of course! Oh, it’s been a while since we last cooked together, hasn’t it?" she chattered,
covering her mouth with her hand and giggling shyly. The two of them then made their way
to the kitchen.

The students, looking a little surprised and overwhelmed, just nodded when asked if it was
okay for them to take over the kitchen.

"I'm overwhelmed," Ochako mumbled, looking helplessly at her classmates.

"Yeah, they almost seem like a married couple, don’t they? I mean, if I didn’t know there was
a Mrs. Bakugo, I’d totally believe it," Kyoka murmured, her eyes glued to the two adults as
they familiarized themselves with the kitchen and started pulling various things from the
cupboards.

Kirishima tilted his head as he observed the scene with curiosity. It was kind of strange, but
maybe that was just because they’d known each other for so long. After all, it was the same
with his parents’ friends. And, in a way, Katsuki and Izuku had their own peculiar
connection. It had only become more obvious after half a year at UA, but it had always been
there.

The clinking of dishes caught the attention of both boys. Quickly, they climbed onto the
couch, kneeling and peering over the backrest.

“Kacchan! We’re having yummy food again today!” Izuku said, bouncing excitedly on his
knees. Katsuki, on the other hand, crossed his arms over the backrest and rested his head on
them.

“Hmm, what do you think they’re cooking?”

“Katsudon!”

“Not again, Zuki!”

“But I love Katsudon,” Izuku replied with a pout, scooting closer to his friend and resting his
head on Katsuki’s arm. His fluffy green curls mixed with Katsuki’s spiky ash-blond hair as
their red and green eyes stayed fixed on the kitchen, trying to figure out what their parents
were making.

“Yeah, but you can’t eat the same thing all the time. It’s not healthy,” Katsuki grumbled,
nudging Izuku’s head off his arm.

Izuku puffed up his cheeks in response, letting his head fall onto the backrest while turning to
face Katsuki. Katsuki glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

“Don’t pout, Zuki.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. Look!” Katsuki teased, poking Izuku’s puffed-up cheeks. The reaction was
immediate - Izuku giggled, his pout replaced by a happy smile.

“You’re not taking me seriously, Kacchan.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

“Do you not like me anymore, then?”

Izuku looked at him in shock, quickly lifted his head, and shook it vigorously. Then he leaned
over and planted a peck on Katsuki’s cheek.

“I like you so much, Kacchan. Forever.”

Katsuki scrunched his nose, wiping his cheek with his sleeve. “Stop slobbering on me, Zuki!”

Izuku giggled and tried to attack him with another kiss, but Katsuki skillfully pushed him
away before his puckered lips could land again.

Open jaws, wide eyes, and speechless faces filled the room as the scene unfolded. Naturally,
Kyoka, Kirishima, Ochako, and Todoroki had shifted their attention from the adults in the
kitchen to the kids on the couch. They had been smiling, holding back squeals of delight at
the sweet conversation between the two little boys. But after that peck on the cheek, their
brains seemed to short-circuit.

What on earth was that?

“I imagined that just now, didn’t I?” Ochako stammered, only to receive shaking heads from
her friends.

“Dude! If we tell Mina about this, she’s gonna freak out!” Kirisima breathed out, barely
holding it together, while Kyoka added, “Like anyone’s gonna believe us anyway!”

The students heard laughter coming from the kitchen. They turned away from the kids, who
had gone back to their coloring, and looked toward the parents.

“I’m sorry, but the faces you all just made were really funny,” apologized Inko Midoriya,
holding her wrist to her mouth as if to keep from touching her lips with her hands. Masaru
Bakugou was smirking as well, skillfully working on the fish in front of him.

“Uh…” Kirishima mumbled, still struggling to find words, before he pointed to the sofa and
asked, “Is that okay?”

The round-faced woman laughed a little louder, breaking into a fit of giggles.
From the sofa, Izuku’s confused voice called, “Why are you laughing, Mama?” to which she
simply waved it off and said, “It’s nothing, sweetheart! Just focus on finishing your picture,
okay?”

Once Izuku turned back around, she addressed the teens with a warm and gentle tone: “Of
course it’s okay! Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, um…”

Mrs. Midoriya noticed their still somewhat puzzled faces and explained further, “I understand
it’s a little strange for you because you see them as your teenage friends, but right now, those
two are just little kids. And for little ones, this kind of thing is perfectly normal. At least for
most kids. They’re much more open about showing affection or dislike. Their emotions are
still largely unfiltered and often very impulsive. So don’t think of them as your usual sixteen-
year-old friends right now - just see them as four-year-old, hero-obsessed boys who happen to
be best friends.”

The students nodded slowly. They understood what Izuku’s mother was saying, but it was
still something they needed to process. They had already witnessed how close the two were,
and they knew Izuku craved physical affection. But a kiss - or rather, a peck - was something
else. Would sixteen-year-old Izuku have survived doing that? Or would he have been blown
to bits by an explosion before he even got close to Katsuki’s head?

Masaru’s soft voice brought them out of their thoughts. He wasn’t speaking to them but to
Inko Midoriya, yet their curiosity made it impossible not to listen in.

“You know what Mitsuki thinks about this, right, Inko?”

“Oh, your wife has way too much imagination when it comes to our boys. You know how
they really are.”

“True, but you also know she just wants you in the family.”

The two shared a glance and laughed lightly before calmly continuing to prepare the meal.
But their brief exchange left plenty of question marks hovering over the students’ heads.

What had they just been talking about? And what on earth did they mean by that?

Half an hour later, the meal was fully prepared. The delightful aroma had spread throughout
the entire first floor, and the four babysitters, who had been continuing their schoolwork in
the meantime, were now feeling a growing hunger.

"Well, that should do it," Inko said, smiling at the students as she dried her hands.

The two adults stepped out of the kitchen and approached the four teenagers, who
immediately stood up.
"Thank you so much! You’ve helped us a lot," Ochako said politely and bowed deeply. The
others quickly followed her example.

"Not at all! We’re grateful to you for taking such good care of them, both when they’re little
and when they’re grown," she said with a gentle smile, bowing slightly.

The students smiled back, looking a bit bashful.

"It’s time now," Masaru said as he glanced at the clock. "If I’m going to drop you off at work
on time, we need to leave in about five minutes."

Inko’s reaction was immediate. Her smile grew strained, her eyes glassed over, and she gazed
longingly at the two children.

"I know it’s hard. But think of it as a little gift that we got to see them like this again. And
you’ve seen how diligently everything is being documented," Katsuki’s father said gently,
rubbing her back in an attempt to ease her tears.

But it was no use. The tears spilled over, and soon the first salty drop rolled down her cheek,
followed by several more. The students exchanged awkward glances, unsure of how to
handle the emotional moment.

Masaru sighed and took the lead.

"Katsuki! Izuku! Come say goodbye, please!"

Izuku’s shocked expression spoke volumes, while Katsuki’s face remained neutral. At least
his emotions weren’t as openly displayed as his friend’s. Izuku began crying as if on cue and
leapt into his mother’s arms.

"MAMA! MAMA! You can’t go yet! Stay here! Please! Our...our picture isn’t finished yet!"
he sobbed, burying his face as deeply as he could into her chest. He clung to her tightly,
unwilling to let go.

"Oh, my sweet boy! We’ll see each other again very soon, okay? Then you can tell me all
about the adventures you had here, alright? And you can bring me the picture to show me,
too," Inko said, her voice cracking as she pressed her face into her son’s wild hair, as if she
were trying to imprint the feeling and scent in her memory.

"But...but...MAMA!" Izuku cried, his voice reaching a volume none of them had ever heard
before. Masaru gently tapped Inko’s shoulder, but it did little to help. Everyone shared the
same, somber thought: Maybe it would have been better not to reunite Izuku with his mother.

Masaru let out a heavy sigh, walked over to his son, and placed a hand on Katsuki’s head.
"I’m proud of how brave you’ve been, Katsuki. Can you promise me something?"

Katsuki looked up at his father, his eyes just barely glassy, though he was clearly trying to
hold back. He nodded silently, biting his lip.
"Take good care of Izuku, alright? Comfort him once we’ve left. And stay as kind to each
other as you are now, even when you’re grown again, okay?"

The last question made everyone hold their breath. The students knew that the relationship
between Katsuki and Izuku never remotely resembled what they were currently witnessing.
That made this request feel almost cruel. But then again, they still had no idea if the two boys
would even remember these days once everything returned to normal.

“Of course! You know that! Zuki and I are gonna stay together forever. For the rest of our
lives! In, um…what do they say in kindergarten again?” Katsuki started confidently but then
faltered, his pause snapping Izuku out of his crying fit. The green-haired boy turned to his
friend, his face red with tears and his nose still running.

“In good times and bad, Kacchan! Until we’re older than the grandpas and grandmas!” Izuku
sniffled, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Yeah, uh…exactly! I knew that, of course. I just wanted to check if you remembered!”
Katsuki blurted, trying to cover up his slip.

Izuku smiled softly, slowly letting go of his mom and wiping his face with his sleeves.

Once again, Ochako, Kirishima, and Kyoka were frozen like statues. What? How did these
kids know a wedding vow? And why…

Mr. Bakugo couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he helped Inko to her feet and cleared things
up. “Every spring during the cherry blossom season, the kids at their kindergarten play
wedding because it’s such a popular theme then. That’s where they picked it up.”

“Oh, right! We used to play that too,” Kyoka recalled. “But back then, it was always a girl
and a boy who acted it out.”

“Girls are gross!” Katsuki interjected immediately.

“Yeah! And Kacchan is mine! I didn’t wanna marry dumb Yuki!” Izuku added defiantly.

“Izuku!” his mother gently scolded, having stepped back a bit to resist the temptation of
staying longer.

“Sorry,” Izuku mumbled, knowing full well that he wasn’t supposed to insult others, even if
they weren’t around.

Kirishima chuckled, crouched down behind the boys, and gave them each a pat on the
shoulder. “You two are really showing some manly loyalty to your friendship!”

“Hands off, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki grumbled before adding, “Tch, it’s just me and Izuku! All
the other kids are stupid extras.”

“Katsuki!” Inko’s reprimanding tone came again, prompting a quiet, “Sorry, Auntie,” from
the blond boy.
A brief silence followed, which Masaru took full advantage of. “Alright, now that everyone’s
calmed down, we really should be going. We’re running late, Inko.”

Izuku’s sniffles returned, and Inko’s eyes became watery again. Oh man, those Midoriya
genes were really strong!

“Katsuki, you remember, right?” Masaru reminded his son calmly.

Katsuki immediately understood, grabbed Izuku’s hand, and gave it a firm squeeze. “I’ll take
care of him!”

“And?”

“I’ll comfort him!”

“And?”

“We won’t fight, and we’ll listen to what the grown-ups here tell us,” Katsuki replied, rolling
his eyes and sounding a little annoyed.

But Masaru seemed satisfied and politely said his goodbyes to everyone. Inko followed suit,
and after one more emotional minute, they were out the door, with Kirishima accompanying
them outside.

The rest of the group stood awkwardly in the room, feeling a strange tension in the air. Izuku
continued sniffling, his tears showing no sign of stopping. He wiped his face again with his
sleeves, but they were already soaked and smeared with snot, making it worse instead of
better.

Katsuki, standing next to him, scrunched up his face in disgust, turned toward Ochako, and
said, “Hey, Round Face! Get Zuki a new sweater! And he needs a tissue!”

Ochako puffed out her cheeks. She didn’t like being spoken to like that, and it seemed like
she was the one who always had to deal with Katsuki’s bossy tone.

“How about a ‘please’?” she replied, noticing how Katsuki’s hand balled into a fist.

Before the situation could escalate, Kyoka stepped in. “Ochako, could you please get him a
new sweater? We can talk about the tone later, but let’s calm little Izuku down first, okay?”

Ochako sighed, casting a sympathetic glance at her friend before heading toward the
elevators. Meanwhile, Shoto handed Izuku a pack of tissues. Izuku sniffled and took one,
using it before handing it back to Shoto.

To Kyoka’s surprise, Shoto accepted the tissue without hesitation, even though it was
crumpled and messy. She wrinkled her nose slightly. That’s… kind of gross.
 “Should we put on the All Might movie for you?” Kyoka suggested as she led the two boys
to the couch.

The children settled into the cushions, and Kyoka draped a warm blanket over their small
bodies. Izuku immediately clung to Katsuki’s arm and rested his head on his shoulder.

“The same movie?” Kyoka asked, but Katsuki shook his head and said, “That one up there.”

With a bit of back-and-forth, he guided her to a much older All Might film - one they
obviously recognized from their time and found comforting.

Just as Kyoka was about to walk away, Katsuki tugged at her shirt. Surprised, she turned back
and looked at him curiously. But Katsuki didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he stared at his lap
and mumbled, “Can you sit with us?”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded and sat down next to him. Katsuki leaned ever so
slightly against her.

Oh my god, how cute is this? she thought, her heart melting a little. Of course, she didn’t
enjoy seeing Izuku so heartbroken, but the fact that Katsuki - stubborn, fiery Katsuki - also
needed someone to lean on, and that it just so happened to be her, made her heart swell even
more.

Yes, this brave, stubborn, and fiery boy had an emotional side after all - small, but definitely
there.

Chapter End Notes

Thats it!
I hope you had fun while you read this! =D
Eri will definitely make her appearance, but not until the next day. Any other small
wishes you'd like me to include? Maybe something I haven't already been thinking
about? xD
See you next weekend (I hope so ^^')
 BlackGiga’s Attack!
Chapter Notes

Hello everyone and WTF!

What just happened? Almost 3,000 hits and over 150 kudos. And nearly 20
comments!!!!! Wow, thank you all so much! I’m absolutely speechless and at the same
time insanely thrilled that you’re enjoying this story. Because of that, the pressure was
definitely a bit higher this time, and my original plan to wrap up the day… well, let’s
just say that thanks to my son’s kindergarten and their carnival party, another idea

🎭🎉
popped into my head… hehe ^^'!
Enjoy!

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Chapter 12 – BlackGiga’s Attack!

“We’re BAAAACK!” Mina hopped enthusiastically into the dorm’s common area as
everyone returned from class.

Kyoka and Ochako exchanged slightly strained smiles, already knowing what Mina’s
searching gaze meant.

“Where are my two adorable little sweethearts?” she asked immediately when she didn’t spot
the kids.

“They’re upstairs in Izuku’s room with Kirishima and Todoroki. They wanted to play with
the All Might stuff,” Kyoka explained calmly, adding, “And since they had a long day, we’re
letting them rest for now.”

“A long day? What happened? And why didn’t I get any pictures during class?” Mina
bombarded them with questions.

“Because you were in class?” Kyoka only answered the last question, unsure of how much
they should actually tell Mina about the day’s events. She was already acting like the ultimate
fan of the two boys, and if they told her every little detail, she’d probably squeal so loudly the
windows might shatter. And every other piece of glass, too.

“That’s no excuse! Show me what you got!” she demanded, squeezing onto the couch
between the two girls.

“Oh, I wanna see too,” came a voice from behind them, and a moment later, Kaminari and
Sero stood leaning over the back of the sofa.
Ochako gave a slightly awkward smile, relieved when Tsuyu sat down next to her in a
relaxed manner. Momo also joined them, while some of the others headed straight to their
rooms. Understandable, since some people just needed a break after school - not just from the
mental effort, but also from all the social interactions.

“Well, first, they were coloring and watching a movie after you guys left. And then they fell
asleep,” Ochako began, showing a picture of the two boys tangled up together, leaning
against the couch. The group let out some chuckles and soft coos. Yeah, those two really
were adorable. And so photogenic. Or maybe all kids just looked this ridiculously cute in
pictures?

“Then we went outside to play ball.”

A video played, and everyone watched with wide eyes. Katsuki’s serious instructions and
Izuku’s intense "analysis face" were truly entertaining. Kyoka also told them about the little
"argument" they had and how well Todoroki could read the two boys. That part actually
stunned quite a few of them since they weren’t used to seeing this side of Todoroki. But then
again, they already secretly referred to him, Izuku, and Katsuki as the new Big Three of U.A.

The next picture that got everyone talking was one of Izuku’s mother hugging both boys in
her arms.

“Oh my gosh! That’s so cute! And that’s Izuku’s mom? Wow, they really do look exactly
alike.”

“Well, Katsuki takes after his mom too,” Kyoka pointed out, showing a picture of Katsuki’s
father.

The whole parent situation fascinated everyone. None of them had ever imagined Katsuki’s
father being so calm and collected. They had kind of expected Izuku’s mom to be like this,
but seeing how she treated Katsuki with the same warmth as her own son was a bit
surprising.

“Oh, and did you guys know that Katsuki’s parents design clothes? His dad is really good at
drawing. He made an awesome picture for them based on their ideas. Wait, I’ll get it!"
Ochako chattered excitedly as she headed to the kitchen. After the two boys had finished
coloring it, she and Kyoka had put it on the fridge to make sure it wouldn’t get lost. Katsuki
and Izuku had beamed at the idea and had stood in front of the fridge for at least two minutes,
admiring their masterpiece.

“Whoa! That’s amazing! He just imagined it and put it on paper?” Kaminari asked, struggling
to close his mouth in amazement.

“Yeah, the boys kept shouting out things for him to add, and he sketched everything so fast
and perfectly, like he already knew exactly what they wanted.”

The students stared at the picture in awe. It was neatly colored in - All Might standing on a
speeding car, charging toward a massive dinosaur. Skyscrapers were roughly sketched in the
background. If it weren’t for the coloring, the drawing itself could’ve easily passed as a
professionally printed illustration.

“Oh, that reminds me! Momo, could you create a dinosaur figurine like this?” Kyoka asked
her friend, who studied the picture and nodded.

“Perfect. The boys really wanted to reenact it. They kept talking about ‘BlackGiga attacking
the city and All Might saving everyone,’ but we didn’t have anything big enough to play the
dinosaur. Kirishima tried for a bit, but they weren’t really convinced,” Kyoka explained,
describing the boys' big plan.

Momo thought for a moment before mumbling to herself, “Are role-playing games like this
normal for kids that age?”

Tsuyu was the one to answer the unspoken question. “I think so. I mean, at that age, kids play
heroes and villains just as much as they play house or pretend grocery store. At least, that’s
what my little siblings do.”

Everyone nodded to themselves in agreement, when suddenly, Kaminari clapped his hands
together, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Then let’s have the dinosaur attack our dorm, and
Bakubro and Midobro will have to defend us!”

A wave of skeptical looks, raised eyebrows, and sheer confusion spread through the room.
Everyone just stared at Kaminari, making him laugh as he explained, “Come on! We can
build a cave with blankets, like BlackGiga trapped us inside! And then the boys have to fight
him! Yaomomo can make a big dinosaur costume and their hero outfits! And someone has to
film it! It’ll be epic!”

His imagination was clearly running wild as he continued explaining how they could use
different Quirks to make the scene even better. His enthusiasm earned a round of laughter and
a teasing remark from Momo: “If you put this much energy into school, Kaminari, you’d
never have problems with your grades.”

The others started joining in, and before long, they were all on board. The idea was childish,
maybe even a little embarrassing, but honestly? When you had two little kids to entertain,
having someone as playful as Denki around wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Alright, I texted Eiji that we’re gonna fake a villain attack for the boys. He’s totally in!”
Mina called out, standing in the middle of absolute chaos. Yeah, ‘chaos’ was the perfect word
for it.

They had shoved the couches into one corner to create the outer walls of their ‘cave.’ Momo
had made a large tarp with a stone pattern design, and, honestly, she was creating a lot of
things right now. Hopefully, Mr. Aizawa wouldn’t scold them later. As for Ilda… well, they
didn’t even want to think about what he’d say. But he was in his room studying, so they were
safe for now.
Sero’s tape hung from the ceiling in long strands, and even Mineta had agreed to donate some
of his sticky balls to cover the floor with ‘traps.’ Momo had also created small rubber
projectiles that could be launched using the boys’ gloves.

“Wow, Momo! These tiny costumes! Oh my god, they are soooo adorable!” Mina squealed,
holding up Katsuki’s miniature hero suits.

On the table beside her were his grenade gauntlets, which, of course, didn’t shoot explosions
but instead launched rubber ammo. Izuku’s white gloves had a lined-up set of tiny rounds and
a slingshot-like mechanism inspired by his Air Shot.

“This is gonna be awesome!” Kaminari grinned as he squeezed into the dinosaur costume.
Yeah, he had insisted on playing the villain, and since nobody else wanted the role, they let
him have his ‘fun.’

“Yeah, but Kaminari…” Kyoka started in a strict tone, raising a warning finger. “No
electricity! You can only make small sparks, and only if they’re really far away. Got it?”

Denki rolled his eyes dramatically. “Yes, Mom,” he groaned. Then, with a mischievous smirk
and a wink, he added, “But if I don’t behave, feel free to scold me. Or maybe even span-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Kyoka blasted him with a soundwave right in the
ear. He yelped in pain while everyone else couldn’t help but notice the red creeping up
Kyoka’s ears. Seriously, what was wrong with this guy and his dumb comments?

“Idiot,” she muttered under her breath, before helping adjust the entrance to the cave - Momo
had even created a small metal gate for it.

“You think we’ll get in trouble if someone sees what we did here?” Ochako asked, glancing
around nervously. Yeah… they had really gone all out. The whole place looked like a
warzone.

“Nah! No one’s gonna notice,” Sero reassured her with a wave of his hand and an easygoing
grin.

They had built the cave in the very back of the room and flipped several tables on their sides
to create cover spots. Chairs were scattered around as obstacles, some of them tied together
with Mineta’s sticky balls and Sero’s tape to make barricades. On top of that, Momo had
created a massive backdrop of a city engulfed in flames and mounted it against the wall. And
then there was Kaminari in his dinosaur costume - he looked like he had just stepped out of
the boys’ drawing.

One thing was for sure: When Class 1-A did something, they went all in!

Ochako burst into Izuku’s room, pretending to be in a panic. The loud bang of the door made
both kids, who had been peacefully playing a memory game on the floor, look up. Kirishima
flinched harder, jerking in surprise and bumping into Todoroki, who remained as
expressionless as ever while staring at his friend.

“Izuku! Katsuki! You have to save the students in the dorm!” she called out, her voice full of
overly dramatic urgency. Yeah… it sounded a bit like a school play. But honestly, that’s
exactly what this whole thing was.

“What happened?” Izuku asked, confused and clearly not caught up in Ochako’s attempt at a
frantic atmosphere.

“And why is a phone floating behind you, huh?” Katsuki’s skeptical voice chimed in.

Ochako ignored him. How was she supposed to explain that Hagakure was filming
everything because they wanted to keep this masterpiece of a performance for the future?

“Your BlackGiga has jumped out of the picture and captured all the students downstairs! You
have to help me save them and defeat the villain monster!” she continued, staying in
character as she held out two small suitcases.

“Inside these are your hero suits! Hurry up! We have to save everyone and stop the villain!”

That seemed to be all the explanation the kids needed. It was like sparkles filled the air
around them. Their eyes lit up as they jumped to their feet, eagerly grabbing the suitcases.

“Kacchan! We got hero suits!” Izuku squealed, while Katsuki was already opening his case.

“That’s so cool,” Katsuki muttered as he pulled out one of the tiny grenade gauntlets.

Ochako giggled. Yep, they were completely on board now.

While the boys - with Eijiro’s help - struggled into their costumes, Ochako quietly explained
the plan to a confused Shoto. He suddenly smiled softly and then said, “Of course, I’ll
support you with my Quirk.”

“Tch! Me and Zuki can handle it on our own!” Katsuki declared, sounding as confident and
arrogant as ever. It was surprising - the moment he stood in his hero costume, he looked just
like his teenage self. Well… except he probably wouldn’t have called Izuku by name so
openly. At least, not out loud.

“Kacchan, you look amazing!” Izuku gushed, admiring his friend.

“You too, Zuki!”

“Oh my god! I never thought I’d say this, but Katsuki in his mini hero costume is actually
adorable,” Ochako whispered behind her hand to Kirishima, who immediately burst out
laughing.

"Should I tell him that when he’s big again?" Kirishima asked teasingly, only to get a punch
on the arm.
"Absolutely not! He’d never let me hear the end of it," Ochako grumbled, a little
embarrassed, as she secretly snapped more photos of the two boys.

"But Ochako!" the little green-haired boy suddenly called out.

"Yeah?"

"Why don’t we have capes?" he asked, sounding a bit disappointed.

Ochako smiled awkwardly and replied, "Well, heroes nowadays don’t wear capes anymore."

"Not even All Might?!" he asked, completely shocked.

"Uh… well, of course, All Might still wears a cape! Um, I just meant the younger heroes, you
know? They don’t wear capes anymore because they’re kinda impractical when fighting. And
stuff," she stammered, glancing at Kirishima for help.

He quickly jumped in, "You two look super strong even without capes! If I were a villain, I’d
be really scared of you!"

"Really?"

God, those huge green eyes. How could they look so adorable? Or make you feel awful just
by saying something sad? How had Izuku’s mom managed to raise this kid without
completely spoiling him?

"Yeah, really!" Ochako and Kirishima answered together, eager to move the topic along.
Anything related to All Might was a little tricky, and no one wanted to slip up. Honestly, it
was a miracle that Shoto hadn’t said anything about the cape lie yet.

"By the way, did you guys notice that your gloves have something to shoot with?" Ochako
quickly changed the subject.

That got their eyes sparkling even more. They were absolutely thrilled with their costumes.
Well, who could blame them? At that age, they would have been just as excited. After all,
they were wearing real hero costumes.

"Then let’s hurry downstairs and save everyone from the villain!" Kirishima said, opening the
door. And right on cue, monstrous roars echoed through the dorm.

"Did they put on Godzilla?" Eijiro wondered to himself, smirking slightly. This had to be
Kaminari’s idea. Who else would come up with something like that?

"Come on, Zuki! Let’s take down that monster!" Katsuki grinned at his friend, who quickly
ran up beside him to keep pace. But just as Kirishima was about to press the elevator button,
Katsuki stopped him.

"Hey, Shitty Hair! Didn’t your mom teach you not to use the elevator in an emergency?"
Kirishima and Ochako internally rolled their eyes but kept up their polite smiles. Oh, this kid
definitely had a knack for being a little provoking.

"You're right. Thanks for the reminder. Let’s take the stairs and sneak down to check out the
situation."

The kids nodded in agreement, completely satisfied with that plan.

Kirishima took the lead, sneaking dramatically onto the ground floor. Right away, he could
hear loud voices arguing.

"Come on, Ilda! We’ll clean everything up later. Just go to the kitchen or your room. They’re
coming soon! Don’t ruin the show!" came Kaminari’s slightly exasperated voice, backed up
by Sero.

"I can’t believe you all turned the common room into this mess! Yaomomo, how could you
allow this - no, even help with it?! And where did you even get - did you create all of this?
Mr. Aizawa explicitly said- " Ilda's lecture rang out, only to be interrupted by Momo’s calm
response that this was a special situation and they were doing it for their friends’ well-being.

"Izukuchan would’ve done the same for you if you had asked," Tsuyu added matter-of-factly,
and that seemed to leave the class rep without an argument.

Before the discussion could continue any further, Kirishima spoke up a little louder, "Quick,
come on! We need to hurry!"

The two little heroes looked up at their big friend in shock, pressed their fingers to their lips,
and whispered, "Shhh! The monster will hear us!"

Gasping as if he’d made a terrible mistake, Kirishima clapped a hand over his mouth, then
whispered back, "Sorry! Let’s peek around the corner carefully. Then you guys can tell us the
plan, okay?"

Izuku and Katsuki nodded eagerly before tiptoeing to the edge like tiny spies. Izuku crouched
down while Katsuki stayed standing so they could both see the battlefield ahead of them at
the same time.

Well, what could be said? Normal kids might have been shocked or even a little scared by the
sight in front of them. But not these two. No, they beamed from ear to ear.

"Kacchan! This is sooo cool! Look, BlackGiga looks super awesome!"

"Yeah, totally awesome!"

"Super totally ultra awesome!"

"But why are there lightning bolts?" Katsuki asked, confused. He looked down at Izuku, who
looked up at him.
"Oh yeah! He was supposed to breathe fire!"

Before they could start pointing out more details that didn’t quite match their original vision,
Kirishima quickly asked, "So, what’s the plan?"

"We go in, shoot him, and while we fight, you guys rescue everyone," Katsuki explained like
it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay! Sounds like a solid plan," they encouraged them. And before anyone could stop them,
the two boys jumped right into action, shouting:

"EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE, BECAUSE WE’RE HERE NOW!"

Of course, there was a giggle from inside the cave. But only a small one. Luckily, the
soundbox drowned most of it out. Still, everyone watching was completely enchanted as the
two little heroes stood proudly in their costumes, ready to face the villain with all the courage
in the world.

"Ah! What do I see here? Two little heroes? Tch, you’re no match for me! I’m going to take
over the world! Muahahahaha!" Kaminari bellowed in his best villain voice. He tried to keep
it low and menacing, but honestly, he just sounded like a power-hungry lunatic. And, to be
honest, a little ridiculous.

"Tch! When we’re done with you, you’ll be running home crying for your mom, you
wannabe villain!" Katsuki snapped back immediately. Izuku stood beside his friend, grinning,
and looked at him. And the moment their eyes met, everyone in the room froze.

No one knew what was happening in their little heads at that moment. Or if maybe their older
selves were waking up just a tiny bit. Because suddenly, they started moving. But not just
randomly - they moved exactly how they did in real fights. It was like they knew what the
other was thinking without saying a word. They jumped from one table to the next, found
cover, and while one peeked out, the other shot from the side. They were a perfect team -
only their tiny size made their movements look a little clumsier.

"Whoa, that’s so cool," Sero whispered inside the cave.

Kaminari played along, letting sparks dance around him and groaning dramatically whenever
a rubber bullet hit him. Not that he could actually feel them, but hey, it was all part of the act.

Meanwhile, Kirishima and Ochako crawled along the edges of the room as instructed. Izuku
flashed them a thumbs-up while Katsuki waved them forward like a commander. Shoto, on
the other hand, stayed close to the boys, ready to cover them.

"I won’t let you defeat me!" Kaminari suddenly growled, stepping toward the last barricade
where the kids were hiding in an exaggerated slow-motion villain walk.

"Kacchan, what do we do now?"

"Dunno. You got any more shooter thingies?"

"Nope, I used them all up."

"Shit."

The two glanced at each other, clearly at a loss. Izuku shifted a little to peek at how close the
"villain" had gotten, and in doing so, accidentally brushed against Sero’s tape.

"Oh!" Izuku gasped, quickly ripping the tape from the floor and the table before his little
brain started working fast. He nudged Katsuki and held it out to him without a word. Katsuki
tapped a finger against it, thinking.

Then suddenly, they both grinned at each other, their eyes scanning the room before landing
on Shoto.

"Zuki?"

"Yeah, Kacchan?"

"We’re gonna beat that bad guy now!"

"And save everyone?"

"And save everyone!"

Izuku giggled happily, getting ready to dash out to the left. Katsuki, on the other hand, turned
around to Shoto and shouted, "Hey, Candy Cane! Freeze the dino’s feet!"

Shoto nodded and carried out the command without question. Even though his friends were
now twelve years younger, they were still the same people he patrolled with every week. The
same ones he had learned to fight alongside, completely in sync.

Kaminari let out a startled yelp as Shoto’s ice suddenly locked his feet in place.

"WHAT? SHO—UH…WHAT IS THIS?!" he stammered, trying to stay in character but

clearly caught off guard. The others were also taken aback, and Ilda’s loud, scandalized gasp
echoed through the room.

But the two little heroes didn’t hesitate.

Armed with Sero’s tape, they dashed toward the "villain," wrapping him up as they skillfully
dodged his clawed gloves whenever he tried to grab them.

"Damn! They’re so fast!" Kaminari complained, then suddenly let out a yelp as he lost his
balance and tipped forward. But with his feet still frozen in place, he ended up face-planting
straight into the ground, his butt still sticking up in the air.

The "hostages" burst into laughter at the sight.

Izuku and Katsuki cheered, placing their hands on the fallen dino’s shoulders. "Ha! We won!"
 Kaminari groaned dramatically and muttered, "I surrender! You guys are just too strong."

Grinning with pride, Katsuki and Izuku raised their fists high, striking All Might’s signature
victory pose.

The students clapped as they climbed out of the cave one by one, with Kirishima holding the
hatch open for them.

But just as they were about to continue celebrating, as Shoto prepared to melt the ice and free
Kaminari, a dangerously quiet, deep voice rang out behind them.

"Would anyone care to explain what exactly happened here?"

Everyone - except for the two little heroes - froze in place. Their breath caught in their
throats, and their faces paled.

Because they all knew one thing:

The final boss had arrived.

Chapter End Notes

That’s it!
How did you like it? I thought the idea was so cute, and I just couldn’t get that dinosaur
from the picture out of my head. I really wanted to bring it back somehow and let the
kids do more than just coloring. Was it okay? Hopefully, I’ll manage to write another
chapter by next weekend. After all, we need to find out what happens next now that the
final boss has arrived xD' Wishing you all a great week!
End Notes

I hope you enjoyed it! And that it was easy to understand. If there are any mistakes, I’m
sorry! English is not my native language.
What do you think the two chaos kids will get up to next? I’d love to hear your thoughts and
I’m open to criticism and suggestions for improvement!

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