Katsuashi

Bakugou Katsuki; Origin

"And pow! All Might defeated the villain!"

"And-and then he smiled super, super big!"

"Like this!"

"Yeah! And—"

"Okay, Izuku, Katsuki! Chill, you two," Mitsuki Bakugou told the two, laughing at the two six year olds. "I saw the news earlier, too. I saw what happened."

"Okay, boys. Say bye to each other. And then go get cleaned up, Izuku." Inko Midoryia calmed the two boys down.

"Bye-bye, Kacchan! See you at school Monday!" Izuku Midoryia hugged his friend, earning a resistant pull away.

"Don't hug me, fucking Deku! And don't call Kacchan! I'm too old for that!" Katsuki Bakugou yelled, stamping his foot to the ground in a huff.

"Language, you damn brat!" Mitsuki scolded her son, pulling on his ear as she tugged him through the door. "Thanks for picking Katsuki up from school, Inko! I owe you one! Hey! Stop trying to bite me, brat!"

Inko laughed as she walked over to the threshold, "Its alright, Mitsuki. You don't owe me anything. See you later!" The two mothers waved farewell.

The two Bakugous exited the apartments and began their walk down the street; hand in hand. "So," Mitsuki began. "How was school, Katsuki?"

"A stupid idiot fourth grader tried to beat us up 'cuz I bumped into him." The blond furrowed his brows, pushing his bottom lip out.

Sighing, Mitsuki asked, "And what exactly did you do?"

"I threw a fucking rock at him is what I did!" He said proudly.

"You need to stop doing that, brat! Geez, someday you'll get hurt badly if you pick on the wrong person."

"But when I get my powerful quirk I'm gonna kick their asses! Hell yeah!"

"Language!" His mother scolded once again. "And even if your quirk is powerful, you can't go around kicking people's butts."

"Yeah, well when I get my quirk, people will cower in fear of my awesomeness! Its gonna be better than Deku's even!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Will the villains cower in fear especially?"

"You bet! I'm gonna have a badass quirk, just you wait and see!"

...

"You are quirkless."

"W-what the fucking hell do you mean I'm quirkless, you quack!?" Katsuki boomed.

"Katsuki! Behave yourself!" Mitsuki pulled the boy down back in his chair.

"Doctor, what do you mean our son is quirkless?" Masaru Bakugou asked.

"What I mean is," The doctor began. "Is young Katsuki only has one joint in his pinky toe. Those who bare a quirk have two." The doctor appointed himself in front of a light where the boy's x-rayed foot hung. He pointed to the single jointed pinky toe, keeping a monotonous tongue all the while.

"Fuck's a pinky gotta do with anything!?"

"Katsuki!" His mother signed frustratingly. "So you're saying he's never-"

"-going to develop a quirk?" Masaru finished.

"I am sorry to say this, but yes. Tell me, Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou, what're your quirks?"

"Oh well, mine is oxidizing sweat. I secrete acidic sweat and if I rub my palms together, I can created an explosion. But I can't really screte it on command, it just happens naturally, like regular sweat." Masaru explained.