My Hero Academia Imagines

Meet the Parents (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki:

Shifting awkwardly against the welcome mat, you waited patiently for the front door to open up. You had knocked on it a moment ago, knowing one of the residents was expecting you tonight. Saying you were nervous was an easy observation.

You had never before been invited to meet the parents of someone you were dating. And yet here you were, standing outside the door wearing a nice outfit and trying to calm down your hectic breathing. All you had to do was be yourself and make light conversation... but hell was it driving you mad!

What you did or said here tonight could determine your relationship with not only your boyfriend but his parents for the rest of your time together... and if things continued on, then it could mean the rest of your life.

The door swung open to reveal Katsuki. Despite the fact that dinner was at his house, he still was dressed like he was the one going out to meet your parents. He grabbed your wrist and brought you inside.

"Let's get this shit over with already..." he mumbled, after helping you put your jacket on the coat rack.

He shuffled away, you following behind him nervously. His hands were stuck into his pockets, the posture he used when he was nervous about something and didn't want to let people on to it. But you knew Katsuki's mannerisms by now, and you knew he was only being rude from his own damn nerves.

He led you towards what was more than likely the living room, he paused by the doorway. You waited for him to continue walking but instead widened your eyes. He had sneakily ensnared your hand into his own. You smiled softly, hiding how happy you were from his actions. He pulled you forward, you squeeze his hand, your way of telling him you would do your best.

"Alright, she's fucking here!" Bakugou snarled out, suddenly raising his arm and pushing you out in front. You blinked in embarrassment as he put you on display in front of the older man and woman who were no doubt his mother and father.

"For God's sake Katsuki!" His mother cried out, slamming her fist onto the table. "Stop that and let the poor girl take a seat!"

"You were the one who kept saying I was lying about having a girlfriend!"

You blinked and glanced at the woman, taking her appearance in. She... she looked just like Katsuki. Or rather- Katsuki looked just like her. And the similarities didn't just stop at their eerily similar looks either, even their personalities seemed to be cut from the same cloth.

You walked forward, Katsuki taking a seat at the dining table you, he and his parents were to eat at. In all honesty, you had assumed Bakugou took after his father... as he put out a string and intimidating aura usually found in headstrong males.

But as you made eye contact and smiled softly at his father, you could see just how wrong you had been. His father, strangely enough for this family, was the calmest one here. Despite the fact that his wife and son looked ready to throw fists, he poured the drinks.

"They're always like this." He commented to you.

"Oh." You nodded to him, and he poured you a glass of sparkling cider.

"So tell me about yourself (Name)-chan." His mother turned to you, ignoring her son.

"W-well what would you like to know?" You squirmed in your seat, feeling the anxiety of making a good impression weigh down further on you.

"How much my son paid you to pretend to be his girlfriend would be a good start." Mrs. Bakugou smiled, speaking as if her words were the most innocent thing in the world.

"Why you bitch!" Katsuki declared, jumping up from his seat he had only sat down in moments ago. "I have half a damn mind t-"

"Katsuki." You simply pressed your hand on his wrist.

He glanced down at you, his raging scarlets softening ever so slightly. He huffed and sat back down, crossing his arms and looking away. Though under the table he relaxed further and connected your hand into his when he decided to unfurrow his limbs.

"What?!" He shouted to his parents, who were eyeing him and you.

"Oh, nothing..." His mother pursed her lips. "Just wondering when exactly this one tamed you? You must really like her to calm down that easily..."

Katsuki sneered at his chuckling mother, knowing full well not to try anything else. You didn't mind him fighting villains, but that type of attitude was not appropriate for the dinner table. So he'd keep his temper low and chew his mother out later.

"Now that you two have decided to play nice, please tell us about yourself (Name)." His father picked up the conversation. "How about you start when you met Katsuki."

"Yes! He refused to tell us that!" His mother clapped her hands.

"Cause it's none of your damn business how we met..." Bakugou mumbled, a tiny blush rising to his cheeks.

You chuckled. "Well, it's a pretty- interesting story."

"Oh no... what did he do?" Mrs. Bakugou paled, reading the mood.

"Calm down dear. I'm sure she'll tell us." Mr. Bakugou spoke.

"So we were at a training session... and I was paired with Katsuki. He, of course, thought I stood no chance against him... only for me to knock him out of the ring the moment he tried to attack me."

"You got beat up by her and then fell for her? Typical..." His mother laughed.

"Shut up! How was I supposed to fucking know her quirk deflected attacks back!?" Katsui raged, ignoring that the table shook when he slammed his fist onto it.

"Calm down Katsuki. Now shall we eat?" His father motioned to the dinner.

"Sounds good to me. How about you Katsuki?"

You squeezed his hand again and he rolled his eyes. Despite his heart fluttering and him feeling slight relief that his parents and you were getting along, he was still nervous. He had never brought a girl home before... so this was big.

But he liked you a lot. So if mom and dad wanted to meet his girlfriend... he'd fucking make them love her as much as he did.