Hoodie

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"Hey Katsuki," my son stuck his head around the corner.

"What old hag?" he replied coldly, I almost started screaming but I need to remain calm, I'm a motherfucking adult for Christ's sake.

"I have something for you," I held out a parcel wrapped in green paper and tied with twine. He looked hesitantly.

"Its from Izu-kun," he pounced on me before grabbing it and scurrying to a corner. I know exactly what's in the parcel and I don't know how to feel about it. Inko's letter hadn't explained much, but at least she knew what withdrawal symptoms felt like.

I glanced at the corner was hiding in, I almost laughed, he looked constipated as he tried to keep himself from ripping open the package. He untied the twine carefully and pulled off the paper.

His eyes widened as he pulled out an oversized All Might hoodie out of the packaging and held it closer to himself as he took a deep inhale.

He looked relatively happy, I thought back to the letter Inko had left in my mailbox with the package.

Dear Mitsuki-san, 

I'm very sorry for leaving but I know you know why I have to. I know what its like to lose a mate so I'm giving Katsuki -kun Izu's hoodie, he's worn it every night to sleep for the last 2 weeks so it has his scent on it. Until I get rid of Izu's bite I will send some clothing for Katsuki-kun every so often, after all since Katsuki-kun initiated the bite he'll need more scented clothing.

From,

           Inko Midoriya

It was ambiguous and all I can infer from it is that Inko won't be coming back, and I can't blame her, especially after Hisashi. At least she doesn't blame Katsuki for it, she knows he's a kid and shes to nice to do something so petty as to leave without a trace.

I turned back to Katsuki, he looked happier. He looked considerably less angry, actually he looks quite cute. He's buried his head into the hoodie and is rolling around on the floor with it. He's practically purring at how happy he is. Its quite the cute scene and it makes me think that maybe that the dreaded disorder won't get the better of my son yet.







Okay I wrote some fluff because y'all was dying in the comments and I laughed myself out.


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