Kuro is the Japanese name for the color black
"KATSUKI!" Shota can hear the scream through the walls and he smiles sheepishly. "GO OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
"THAT'S WHAT I'M FUCKING DOING HAG!"
"KACCHAN! You can't talk to your mom like that!"
"FUCK OFF 'ZUKU!" The teen retorts as he opens the door. "Come in."
Aizawa chuckles as he walks in, and Katsuki takes the bouquet from his hands. He finds Inko on the couch speaking to Masaru and walks over to greet them.
"Shota!" Inko calls as she jumps up to wrap him in a hug. "You came."
He hugs her back. "Of course."
Masaru stands to greet him with a gentle pat on the back as he smiles. "Nice to have you here." He takes the bottle of Champaign from Shota's hands as he makes his way to what Shota presumes is the kitchen.
He can feel Midoriya and Mitsuki's quirks in there and he notices Katsuki walking towards the room. His eyes must have lingered there longer than he intended as within the next minutes Inko was leading him there.
What he sees is... oddly domestic. Izuku is chopping up some vegetables and talking to Mitsuki who's washing dishes she's been using. Katsuki sets the table and Masaru hands him the Champaign before walking up to the stove, checking the pots.
"Sensei!" Midoriya greets happily and Aizawa gives him a gentle nod.
"I see you showed up right on time." Mitsuki chuckled as she wiped her hands before moving to greet him with a hug.
"Leave the old man alone hag!" Katsuki says rather than yells. "Not everyone likes having their personal space infiltrated every 5 seconds."
Mitsuki gives him a soft look as if she can feel the reality behind his words. Shota waves his hands around slightly as he quickly tries to ease the situation.
"No! It's fine. I'm okay with it." He ushers his words.
Mitsuki blinks and then pats his head. He almost flinches back, worried she'd feel one of the spikes. She doesn't notice, and if she does she thinks better than to mention it. She gives him a gentle smile.
"It's fine to have boundaries. We just tend to be pretty closely held, ever since Inko divorced Hisashi I suppose we all grew overprotective of each other. You should know we mean no harm." Her light smile was soothing and Shota let himself take a breath at last.
"Well, I suppose I never grew accustomed to accepting touch that quickly. I don't really mind all that much, to be honest. I'm just caught off guard by hospitality no matter what circumstances surround it." He admits, timid.
Mitsuki smiles further and nods, understanding. Then she turns and takes the chopped vegetables from Izuku before announcing. "Dinner will be ready in 10."
"Don't those have to boil first?" Inko asked with an air of light suspicion.
"Miracles happen in the kitchen," Aizawa responds instead and the woman laughs softly, guiding him into conversation from there. Hushed whispers of gossip on the room's occupants and small details he'd noticed as well as some he hadn't.
"So what's it like to be a guide to the powerhouses we call our youth?" Inko asks.
"Finally someone gets it!" He says it in one breath, exaggerating his words. But it was to get his point across so- eh.
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