Prince Katsuki

Old and New

Claude got off the plane with Masaru and is now outside the airport waiting for a ride. His blonde hair flying along with the wind. He had put on coloured eye contacts, specifically red ones so as to not make his unique eyes stand out, as well as to match the eyes of his other mother.

Claude was getting sleepy in the cozy wind and the warmth beside him. Claude finally stopped resisting and let his eyelids fall, closing his eyes, letting his guard down. He would be safe, Masaru would protect him. Claude unconsciously rested his head on Masaru's shoulders. Masaru glanced at the child beside him. Claude didn't deserve the hate. Most of the time he's been with Claude, Claude never let his guard down for once, but seeing Claude so relaxed by him makes Masaru know that Claude trusts him, and Masaru would never break that trust.

Masaru raised a hand and let them run through the hair and scalp of Claude's. Claude laid limp beside him, snoozing softly, a sight he'd never seen before. Smiling, he whipped out his phone to look over his emails.

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Not much time later, Masaru caught sight of an empty cab and quietly shook Claude awake. "Hu?" Claude opened his eyes groggily. He suddenly shot up, realizing he'd dozed off. "S-sorry!" Claude dusted his clothing and stood up. Masaru chuckled and brushed the apology away. "No problem, kiddo, it's just a small nap," Masaru got up as well, taking his own luggage and a baggage of Claude's. Claude grabbed his own bag and swung it over his shoulders, pushing his luggage over. "Let's go, Mitsuki's waiting." They loaded their items and got in the cab.

Claude hasn't ridden a car in year so the ride was a bit too smooth for Claude. Carriages aren't exactly the best since they are rough on the roads but Claude's gotten used to it, so adapting to cars- any vehicle would be hard.

Claude sat tensely in the back seat, eyes a bit bloodshot. He was uncomfortable and his stomach churned at every turn. Masaru watched the boy pale more and more and decided to shift closer to Claude. Claude frowned is confusion but then Masaru took the back of his head softly and placed them OK his shoulders. The small bumps between his head and Masaru's shoulders made it a bit more jumpy but more comfortable for Claude. He huffed and twirled his thumbs around. Masaru pretended as though nothing happened and continued looking through his emails. Is this how it feels like to have a father? It's... A nice feeling that Claude could get used to. "Laying your head on the window can hurt your head but it's more rough, do you wanna...?" Claude shook his head, pain wasn't what he needed right now. Masaru nodded and shifted so that Claude was in a much comfortable position and the ride to the Bakugou's continued.

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Claude stood nervously outside the door as Masaru unlocked it. Claude bit his lower lips. It's been quite sometime since he'd also last saw Mitsuki. The last time they'd seen each other was at Katsuki's funeral, which consisted of many wet tears and hugs.

Mitsuki Bakugou was a model and Masaru Bakugou was a fashion designer, both of them were well suited for each other. Katsuki was a child model and liked to dress Claude up. Claude didn't dislike the outfits Katsuki choose since his sense of fashion were, might he add hesitantly, better than his parents. Oops.

The door opened to reveal a short haired blonde woman. Claude let out a small breathy laugh and jumped at the woman, arms around her neck as he snuggled himself to her. The woman hugged him back tightly. Claude felt his shirt become wet but he didn't mind. It's been years. Masaru brought their things in and the two blonds entered as well, seating themselves on the sofa chatting quietly.

"Oh, Claude, it's been years, I'm so sorry," Mitsuki's eyes welled up again but Claude grinned. "Yes, but I'm your new son!" Mitsuki smiled. "Yes, I should call you 'Katsuki' now, shouldn't I? Oh, I haven't said his name for awhile now..."