Think: Alternate Futures

Think: Alternate Future: Katsuki Bakugo: Our Kids

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

"Think: Alternate Future" side stories do not dictate the outcome of Think. Things that happen in these side stories do not affect the current Think story/chapters. Think of these short stories as a fun collection of possible outcomes that may or may not happen in an alternate universe, while still pertaining to characters in the main fan fiction, Think.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, and violence.

Katsuki had one hand holding Tora's and the other one ensuring that his boy, Katsuro, was staying steady on his shoulders. It had been a while since the four of you had been able to go out on the town. Katsuki had spent most of his time at his hero agency, blasting his way through the hero rankings so he could one day become number one. You were also a hero, but had focused more toward rescue and didn't try to make it up the ranks with the same vigor as your husband. It was Katsuki's dream to become number one, and it was yours to help people.

Despite how rough around the edges Tora was at thirteen, she allowed her father to hold her hand. She reminded you so much of Katsuki as a child that it was uncanny. She was blunt, short-tempered, and competitive. She'd usually never sit still long enough for you to get her beautiful blond hair into a braid. Today, she let you make a single small braid, but you had to do it fast. It looked cute against her straight tresses. She caught you looking at her hair, and she rolled her hazel eyes.

Katsuro swayed on top of his father's shoulder, taking hold of Katsuki's pointed locks when he felt like he might slip and fall. He'd just turned five, and he was already showing signs of your quirk manifesting. He was a sweet boy, patient. He had spiky brown hair and ruby-red eyes. Despite his quirk recently coming in, neither you nor Katsuki could fully understand what exactly the power was. One instance, you found Katsuro moving objects around his room. On completely different day, a loud explosion went off in the playroom, and his toy truck was blasted into pieces. The idea that he could be able to blow up things with the power of his mind was a bit scary, but you were careful to guide him through his newfound abilities.

"Dad! Dad! I drew a picture yesterday with you, Mommy, Tora, and me. We were all fighting crime together!" Katsuro shouted.

"Did you?" Katsuki asked. "I didn't see it on the fridge."

"Mommy said she's going to hang it up on the wall! She said it was that good!"

Tora clicked her tongue. "My head was huge in it," she grumbled under her breath.

Katsuro pouted, narrowing his eyes at her. "It's not my fault you've got a big head."

Tora's eyes flared. An explosion went off in her free palm. "Want to say that again, twerp?" Tora asked.

"No fighting," you said sternly.

Tora glanced at you, dropping her hand. She rolled her eyes again, losing interest in the confrontation entirely. Bakugo chuckled, probably thinking about how you were the only person who could stop Tora from blowing a gasket so quickly. More than once Bakugo and her had gotten into an all-out war of words and explosions that you had to diffuse. They were so much like each other that it was hard for them not to.

"Do you think there will be butterflies at the park, Mom?" Katsuro asked.

"So many you won't know which one to look at first," you said.

"I hope there's shade," Tora mumbled. "It's so damn hot out here."

Katsuki nudged her, and Tora stuck her tongue out at him. She'd started to pick up on his foul mouth. It was hard to tell her it was disrespectful when Katsuki swore like a sailor. She'd even started calling him an old man. For the most part, she kept it at a minimum, which was fine with you, but you were concerned Katsuro would start spouting off bad words too.