Redemption From a Father [REVISE]

The Bakugou's Couple Come for Lunch

Six days after Hisashi came back to Musutafu, Inko decided to invite the Bakugou couple over for lunch.

Or, well...technically Hisashi decided.

He was the one who brought it up, who stood in the kitchen one morning with tea in hand and said, almost too casually,

"You know," he said, stirring his cup, "maybe we should invite the Bakugous. It'd be nice."

Inko just stop mid typing her reports and gave him a look. The kind that said, you do remember who Mitsuki is, right?

And he did. Very much so.

Which made it even funnier and borderline suicidal, that he was the one suggesting this in the first place.

Because if anyone had a grudge big enough to physically manifest as a right hook, it was Mitsuki Bakugou.

She'd warned him once, years ago, before he'd "temporarily business trip" that ended up lasting years.

"If you ever make Inko cry, I'll use your face to clean my floors."

He hadn't forgotten. It haunted him, actually. Still, he wanted to do it.

Maybe out of guilt. Maybe out of genuine nostalgia, or maybe to test how much forgiveness the world was willing to give him before his wife's best friend hurled a frying pan at his head.

Mitsuki had been Inko's best friend since high school, and for the life of him, Hisashi never figured out how that dynamic worked.

Inko was calm, patient, and soft spoken. The kind of person who could make you tea while apologizing for the weather.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, was... Mitsuki.

A walking thunderstorm with perfect hair and zero filter. The kind of person who definitely yell at a tree if it looked at her wrong.

And yet, somehow, they balanced each other out.

And then there was Masaru who pretty quiet, soft spoken, and permanently tired. The only man Hisashi had ever seen who could fall asleep mid conversation with Mitsuki and live to tell about it.

Over the years, he'd become a good friend too, though Hisashi often joked that Masaru deserved a medal for surviving under one roof with two Bakugous.

And, It still never make sense for him.

The two of them often found themselves sitting off to the side, drinking tea in silence while Mitsuki and Inko gossiped and the kids, back then just Izuku and Katsuki ran wild in the living room.

Hisashi smiled a little at the memory.

He could still remember his first date with Inko. Well..."date" might've been too generous a word for what happened.

It's more like Mitsuki had invited herself along.

It was supposed to be a quiet lunch. A small café, nervous twenty something him sweating through a button up, trying to charm a woman who was way out of his league.

Inko had been smiling shyly across the table, soft and kind as ever....and Mitsuki sitting right between them like five minutes away to killed him.

"So," she'd said, sipping her iced coffee like a detective in a drama. "What exactly are your intentions with my best friend, Mr. Midoriya?"

He'd nearly choked on his drink. "I...well I just wanted to have lunch—"

"Lunch, huh?" Mitsuki smirked. "That what the kids are calling it now?"