𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

XVII: The Son

XVII: The Son

Third POV

Izuku's head pounded like crazy.

He felt like crap and probably looked like it too.

Still, he needed to get moving.

He slipped out of his bed with a thud, letting out a quiet wince as he slid his foot forward by accident, looking for his house slipper only to stub his big toe on his nightstand.

His bedroom was pitch black, with just a a dark blue strip of incredibly early morning sky poking through his curtains.

Snatching up one of his old t-shirts he's repurposed into a night top, Izuku slipped on his shoes and rubbed his eyes, gently smacking at his cheeks.

Katsuki would be here soon, and he needed to get Haru ready.

Scrambling out of his bedroom, he headed across the hall to pick up Haru who was still very much still asleep, and without a care in the world.

Stripping him out of PJs, Izuku scrambled to clean him up and get him tidied up before the man's arrival.

Working with what could've been a log of a child, Izuku placed Haru into a simple short sleeved, striped top and overalls, before bringing him downstairs, letting him rest on the couch while Izuku prepared something small for Haru to eat incase he was hungry on the road.

Though he had to keep pausing here and there, as his head just wouldn't stop throbbing.

Making French toast, he gently dipped the sliced pieces of brioche into the egg mixture, placing it on the frying pan.

The soft sizzling sound and the wafting scent of vanilla and cinnamon flooded Izuku's nostrils, as his body seemed to relax.

Katsuki was to come around 7, and it looked like Izuku was making relatively good progress.

In that moment however, his body immediately tended right back up from its stressed state when he felt hands touch then enclose around his waist.

They were, without a doubt, far rougher and much more pronounced that the soft, chubby fingers donned by Haru.

"That smells nice, " A deep, husky voice spoke by Izuku's earlobe, as a chin was placed on his shoulder and the hands were smoothing our Izuku's wrinkled top, "I didn't know you could cook."

This wasn't...

A thick swallow became stuck in Izuku's throat as his mind ran.

The reason why his head hurt so bad.

It was all coming back to him now.

The night he had.

~Flashback~

Izuku's gaze shifted back and forth from his messages to the time.

Everything had been completed.

Haru was sleeping peacefully in his own bed, His diaper bag was prepared for easy pick up tomorrow morning and best of all, dinner was done.