The Art of Listening

Chapter 9 - Part of a Whole

Katsuki

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, you see-"

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

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

"Deku, what the-"

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