Palm Trees ✓ (☁⛔)

34; お父さん

Current Arc: Fashionistas

It wasn't every day that Katsuki got to sit down with his father and design things. But then again, he also didn't get to sit down with his father often before they joined the league.

Either way, they now sat in one of the booths, ideas thrown through the air and pencils flying across messily strewn pages.

"Yeah, but it would have to be easily removable for quick action kinda things"

"I suppose that works, we could have it be it like this, easily able to go back and forth between uses" His father agreed, quickly jotting the recommendation down and drawing a quick sketch of a two fingered glove where only the finger pads were covered, a single straps to holding the glove to each finger. "That way you could just slip in and out whenever, but it'll keep position so it doesn't get in get in the way"

"Yeah, we gotta make it out if something durable but soft, it'd be a pain in the ass if it gives you blisters every time it's worn for longer than twenty minutes. So leather wouldn't work, it'll give a rubbing burn. The hell can we use?"

"Maybe bamboo cloth? It's durable and soft enough to preserve his skin"

"That would work great. Oh, we gotta have extra stuff for air filtration there's no way in hell I'm letting sweat ruin my work on his skin. The uh... What the fuck are they called again? The shoelace thing, the circle part that's on the shoe. Y'know what I'm talking about, right?" Katsuki added, drawing a very generalized shoe shape in the back if his current paper and pointing out the part he was talking about.

"Yeah, I don't know what it's called either. The cloth itself is great for that, but it could be use clasp to have something to hold things too just incase. That would work well, they would minimize the amount of sewing needed between the layers too"

Katsuki nodded, pausing to take a sip of the smoothie Kurogiri had made. It was good.

"Katsuki, I think that's about done. Why don't we start on your own gear? There's no way in hell I'm letting my son run around in something cheap and flimsy"

"Sure. Where 're we gonna start?"

"We gotta get you're basic themes down first. Any preferences?"

"Well black leather looks really good in villain outfits, specifically Dabi's, but it doesn't help in the slightest with long-term movement comfort, so I'll have to do a base something careful" Katsuki huffed. "Especially because my quirk works best at close range, so I've gotta put myself up where movement is much more important"

His father nodded at him, not looking up from his paper where he was drawing sketches of possible headwear.

"A leather base couldn't work, but if you like it, there could be a secondary level for comfort. It's subtle enough that it's not a huge change from the typical black but it'll be much more comfortable with you. We could do the shoelace thing we did with the gloves"

"Yeah but like... Can the inside layer be something bright, like orange, so it's visible only through the holes? That'd be way fucking cool"

"Yeah, that would fit your whole theme. Discrete on the outside, explosive on the inside"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki grinned. "Oh, you know the whole ninja turtle mask thing?"

His father hummed, looking up with a quirked eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I want that. In black obviously. They don't do shirt for you're identity if you're up close but they look cool as fuck"

"You never fail to surprise me" Dad laughed.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Shigaraki ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

When Toga had offhandedly commented about how Bakugou had planned to redesign their outfits with his father while they were out doing recon for a possible location, Tomura hadn't known what to expect.

Walking into the bar, however, he could now understand. The teen obviously has a knack for design and fashion, he'd noticed that. And Masaru had been a clothing designer.

So Tomura sat on a stool at the bar, simply watching the duo. It was quite entertaining to watch how they seemed to be throwing around ideas but perfectly understand what they were doing at high speeds.

Their table was littered with stacks of papers and if he squinted, Tomura could pick our names on top of each stack. There seemed to be one with his name.

Masaru nodded at something Bakugou had said and lifted the top paper on one of the stacks. Another paper was added before the top one was placed back on.

"Katsuki, I think that's about done. Why don't we start on your own gear? There's no way in hell I'm letting my son run around in something cheap and flimsy"

Tomura snorted. He thought the kid had gotten his foul language only from his mother but it seemed like his father also played a part.

The teen shrugged and asked where to start. Tomura couldn't help but stare in awe as the two immediately began bouncing ideas off of each other, working in perfect sync. Their bond was something nothing's could replace. It was a bond that reminded him of how some of the vigilantes seemed to have with their 'side kick'.

While Dabi and him had been together for a long time, they hadn't quite reached that level. Though it probably had to do with their personalities. Neither him normal Dabi liked to plan things out very much. So in that sense, they didn't have a use for such a bond.

They did, however, have the capacity to understand each other's thoughts to s degree. Dabi could always tell when he was down about something and Tomura could always tell when his partner was stuck thinking about the past.

They simply clicked. Like how the teen and his father did.

He'd seen many families, most of them didn't have this type of bond between any two of them. These two were special, having dealt with pain for years and come out kicking and laughing. They'd both laughed in the face of God and now sat in front of each other designing villain outfits.

That was something Tomura could only look upon in awe. It was something he had a huge amout of respect for. The two were something that the league had always needed but never knew. A paternal duo of survivors who held so much intelligence that it was intimidating.

Tomura loved them. They made the family perfect. A mix of highs and lows where the league could always support. And likewise, the duo were always there to help, doing things he would never have come up with.

So he sat there, watching for hours, simply enjoying their ideas and concepts.

Word Count: 1160

This is the shortest arc, being only one chapter, but I really, really like how I went about both sides. ♡