The bartender

1- Childhood

"Hey Katsuki. Where's your mama ?"

Masaru was staring down at Katsuki, nice face and fake words to back him up.

"Why ? You have something to do with mama ?"

Keep the good innocent clueless child act. Don't let him see you know.

"Yes, it's almost dark outside and she didn't come back yet. Do you know where she is ?"

"I think she got out because we didn't have all the ingredients for what you asked for... So she must at the grocery store."

Masaru frowned. His wife was outside, alone. What if someone got her ? What could she tell them if that was the case ?

"Thanks Katsuki. Are you hungry yet ? Do you want a snack ?"

"I'm fine, thank you papa."

The front door opened. Mitsuki walked in, bag in her arms.

"I'm home Katsuki !"

Masaru slowly got up from the couch to greet his wife. "No greetings for me ?" Mitsuki froze. Her husband didn't seem threatening but... She knew better. She didn't flinch when he aproched her, nor when he took her in his arms. Not even when he whispered close enough for Katsuki not to hear.

"I would like it if you left a note next time, darling."

He pulled away. "But it's so late ! You should get to cooking before Katsuki starves !"

He walked up the stairs to his room.

The threat was away for now.

"Mom ! I'm going to play with Touya !"

Mitsuki was in the kitchen, making lunch for her and the man she lived with. She gave her son one more knife, just in case. Even if they both knew that if Katsuki carried around five to seven knives, it wasn't for the outside threat. It was in case something happened at the house.

"Don't forget to come back before your father's curfew, okay ? He would be worried otherwise."

He'd be mad at us, so be careful at what time you come back.

Katsuki had learned how to pick the real meaning of what people would say before he could even talk. But, heh, Masaru always said Katsuki was a smart kid. Now he knew why his mother was uneasy when his father was in the room. And he didn't like that.

But he already tried talking, to the head of police no less. With no results except his meeting with Touya when they moved out of town.

"Firework !"

"Hey Touya."

Touya had always been touchy, leaning against him, cuddling and kissing Katsuki's hands or cheeks. Katsuki thought it didn't suck, to the point where it was comforting. Touya was comforting too, even if he was always trying to rile Katsuki up.

"What do you want to play ? It's your birthday in a week !"

"I don't know. Dad won't let me go to school, said I was too smart. So I don't have that many friends."

"And Shouto ?"

"Shouto's a spoiled little shit who will throw a tantrum if ya don't play with him. He's a pet at the very least."

Touya laughed, and Katsuki felt warm inside of him. He didn't understand this feeling, and honestly didn't care. He was just fine not knowing and being warm around Touya. He didn't know that do with the older boy.