Baby~ | Deku x BNHA Boys

Crushing on a Demon Lord.

Izuku has a problem. Izuku has a big problem. He's fourteen now and has known Kacchan for eight years!

Sure, he may be a hormonal teen and have a big problem, but there's one damning factor about said problem: he can't go to Kacchan!

Because it includes Kacchan!

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What are we going to do with our little gaybie?

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Ships: Katsuki x Izuku

cw/s: Divorce, big gay panic!!, Demon Baku, Demon Deku, Demon Sero, Kiri, Kami & Mina. Angst, if you are sensitive to divorce, I wouldn't read this since it mentions it a lot. Soft Baku, Abusive inko, lil bit of gore & death

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Izuku has a problem. Izuku has a big problem. He's fourteen now and has known Kacchan for eight years! Sure, he may be a hormonal teen and have a big problem, but there's one damning factor about said problem: he can't go to Kacchan! Because it includes Kacchan! He's not panicking; he's just quietly screaming into his pillow at four in the morning.

No, he's not panicking. What made you think that?

Izuku huffs, digits digging into his pillow, ears twitching with the sound of his parents running out of their room, thundering down the hall, the air turning stale with anger.

Izuku's tail puffs, fear starting to swell in Izuku's chest, filling up like a balloon in his ribcage. Izuku quietly cracks his eyes open, ears twitching, waiting for the screaming to start. His tail twists as he slides out of his bed, black-feathered wings pressed to his back as he waits. He can hear them hissing at each other in the living room, their voices just above a whisper.

Panic, fear, and worry balloon in his chest, a soundless whimper leaving him.

His parents have never been this quiet, and it scares him. He cautiously opens his door just a crack, peering out into the hallway, keeping his breathing slow and footfalls silent, unable to make out what his parents are hissing at each other. Clutching the wall, careful to keep his claws from scraping against the wall, peering into the living room, watching his father wave a packet of papers around, unshed tears filling his and his mother's eyes.

"Just sign them, Inko! We can't keep living like this; we'll end up killing each other one day! Think about Izuku!" Hisashi hisses, smoke billowing out of the sides of his lips, trying to blink away tears. Izuku frowns, tail curling around his left leg, tilting his head to the side.

"But- But-! Hisashi, you can't be serious?!" Inko cries, tears pooling down her chubby cheeks, random, small items floating in the air from her distress. Hisashi sighs, closing his eyes, letting a single tear slip as he rubs his hand down his face. "Look, Inko. We always knew this would happen. You know it, I know it. We can't keep living like this; Izuku can't keep living like this. It's selfish to keep Izuku in an unhappy household filled with yelling 24/7. So please, just sign the divorce papers."

Hisashi watches Inko's eyes glimmer with tears; puddles ready starting to form on their floor, tears splashing onto the hardwood. Inko whimpers, fighting a war inside herself, biting her lip before she lets out a wet sigh. Her hand shakily grabs for the pen and papers in Hisashi's grasp, placing them on the table, sifting through them, signing where she needs to. She drops the pen, sniffling before walking into the kitchen; her distant cries are nothing but an echo in the deathly silent apartment.

Hisashi lets a few tears slip before he steels himself, wiping the tears away along with the residue of smoke on his lips, gathering the papers and pen. Izuku's eyes widen, biting down the gasp, he nearly let out. Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice nudges him, reminding him he knew this would happen, sooner or later.