Katsuki had always been one for deep cleaning, so here he was, sorting through old boxes in the living room with his parents. His mother had insisted, and as usual, there was no saying no to her once she made up her mind.
Even if dragging the boxes down from underneath their beds was exhaustingly annoying.
He opened one of the dusty boxes near the couch, eyes scanning over old trinkets and random family memorabilia. It was the usual mess of things his parents never got rid of: photo frames, souvenirs from vacations, random birthday cards. As he dug deeper, though, something caught his eye.
A worn-out, leather-bound scrapbook, its edges fraying with age.
Katsuki froze, his hand hovering over it for a moment before pulling it out. It was unmistakable. It was the family scrapbook they used to go through together when he was younger, back when things were simpler.
“What’s that?” His father’s voice came from behind him, and when Katsuki turned, the man's eyes softened with recognition. “Oh… The scrapbook”
His mother perked up and stopped what she was doing, her gaze locking onto the book in Katsuki’s hands. She let out a small laugh, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “We haven’t looked at that thing in years”
Without a word, Katsuki opened it. He moved to sit up on the couch, his parents joining him.
The first few pages were faded with time, but the pictures were still clear; bright, happy memories captured in glossy snapshots. There, in the middle of the fifth page, was a photo of him as a toddler, asleep on his father’s lap.
Katsuki felt a lump form in his throat. He hadn’t thought about these moments in years.
“You were such a noisy kid. Nap time was the only time we could get some peace around here” His mother told him with a teasing nudge.
His father chuckled softly. “I remember that day… You worn yourself out running around all morning”
Katsuki said nothing, simply flipping to the next page. More photos greeted him; family vacations, dinners, birthdays. Each picture seemed to tell its own story, one filled with laughter, warmth, and the love that, despite everything, still held their family together.
One photo in particular made Katsuki pause. He was at a dinner table, mid-bickering with his mother, who had her arms crossed and an exaggerated scowl on her face. A cake with a set of bright orange candles that spelled out '10' sat on top, the flames not yet lit.
“You were always trying to argue your way into using your quirk” His mother explained, her smile widening as she tapped the explosion decorations surrounding the picture. “The cakes rarely survived”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. He remembered that day. It was one of those chaotic birthday dinners where nothing went according to plan, but in the end, it didn’t matter. They’d always laughed about it afterward.
As they flipped through more pages, the mood shifted slightly when they reached the last set of pictures. His acceptance at Yuuei. The three of them stood in front of the school gates, Katsuki wearing the usual scowl that masked his excitement, while his father stood proudly by his side. His mother was behind them, having snuck back to make 'bunny ears' behind their heads.
“We were so damn proud of you that day” His mother murmured, her voice softening. “My kid, going to the best hero school there is”
Katsuki didn’t respond immediately, his eyes lingering on the photo longer than he expected. He hadn’t thought about that day in so long. Back then, everything seemed so straightforward: become a hero, make his parents proud, rise to the top, become number one.
But things had changed. He had changed.
He closed the scrapbook with a quiet thud, the weight of the memories hanging in the air between them. “Well” Katsuki said, his voice rougher than usual, “That’s enough of that”
Neither parent pressed, though his father gave him a look that said he understood.
His mother stood,taking the scrapbook from his grasp as she did. “Let's order pizza tonight”
Katsuki nodded, feeling grateful that neither of them decided to comment on his reactions to the scrapbook.
His heart felt heavy, squeezing tight as it reminded him that he'll never be able to go back to those times.
He almost wanted to cry.
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