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Mitsuki had been the first to notice, though it helped that Katsuki wasn't exactly subtle. He'd been out of the house more in recent months, always coming back hours later with less tension than before. Like some burden had been lifted off his back. He was always texting, too. Grumbling and making faces at the screen while he grumpily typed out a message.
A mother knows her child and lately her women's intuition was telling her that something was going on.
Her suspicions were all but confirmed once her son had returned from his internship. She'd gone through his luggage to wash his dirty laundry when she caught the sweet scent of blackberry, vanilla, and lilies. Women's perfume. She also found a glittery lipgloss smear on the cuff of his sweatshirt. Then, of course, there was the cherry blossom hat that he'd been wearing when he got home. The first night it was definitely white because she distinctly remembered thinking how out of character it was for him to wear such a thing. But a few days later when he returned home from "a hike," the hat was black and had remained that color ever since.
Could it be that her Katsuki was wearing a couples' hat? Her dream of grandchildren that she'd long thought was a lost cause now had renewed hope.
So, she set her plan in motion to confront him with the truth. Bringing up the subject to her son would only make him defensive and even moodier than usual. Heaven knows that boy didn't need anything else to brood about, which left only one other person for her to turn to. Someone whose knowledge of her son rivaled her own.
"Good afternoon, Auntie." Izuku greeted her with a shy smile. "It's been awhile."
"Come in, come in!" Mitsuki eagerly waved them inside. Inko entered the house a step behind carrying a covered dish. "I made dessert. I hope you're in the mood for strawberry shortcake."
"Oh, you know you didn't have to bring anything!" Masaru poked his head out of the kitchen wearing a frilly pink apron to say hello, rushing over to take the dish from Inko's hands. He returned to the kitchen to finish plating dinner.
"It was no trouble at all, really." Inko reassured the couple. The women had met back in their college days and hit it off immediately. It was a shame that their kids never learned to get along. They gathered around the dining table as Masaru announced that the food was ready. The green-haired woman looked around, noticing how unusually quiet it was around the house. No thumping of drums or slamming doors upstairs. "Where's Katsuki? Will he be joining us?"
"Oh, I doubt it. He's been so busy lately," Mitsuki shrugged dismissively. "But look who I'm telling! I'm sure Izuku here knows all about that." She winked. Izuku chuckled with a lost expression, confused by the insinuation. Mitsuki poured them each out a cup of tea before serving herself, making sure to claim the seat directly across from Izuku. "So, how's school?"
"Everyone has been really nice so far! UA is full of amazing people," the freckled boy beamed.
The Bakugou matriarch nodded along with a smile. "I bet."
