A Flavorable Taste {Katsudeku Au}

Prologue

Feel free to skip this prologue to either chapter 1 or 2.

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“Son, what are you doing up so late at night. You were supposed to be in bed hours ago,” the older man approached the small boy with the mop of green on his head. The small boy had tears staining his face as his petit hands clutched to his stuffed animal desperately. The older male sighed lowely, “another nightmare, huh? They are just silly dreams Izuku, go back to bed.” Izuku refused to budge from his father’s leg as he cried, shaking his head in defiance. His father softened and lifted his boy into his arms. “How about this. You can tell mommy and I all about it in the morning. Tonight, though, we both need to get our sleep. If you can go back to sleep, then we can surprise momma with a breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day. How does that sound?”

Izuku wiped at his eyes, and his nose still sniffled as he calmed down. He leaned his head on his father’s shoulder and shook his head that he agreed. The two went back to his father’s bedroom where his mom lay sleeping. She didn’t notice the bed shift as they climbed onto the bed, slipping under the sheets. Izuku waited for the blanket to fall on him, and he curled up against his father for warmth.  That night, no more nightmares dared to touch Izuku as he slept peacefully.

Morning came and his mother blinked her eyes open. A slight, distinct smell itched at her nose and it caught her attention. Slipping from the covers, she slid on the slippers by her bedside and put on her white robe. She stepped out into the hallway and noticed that the kitchen light was on. Two familiar voices sang throughout the walls of the house. A deep, enchanting voice lured her in closer as the other she couldn’t help but smile in glee.

As she neared the doorway, she could make out the words they sang. “When the angels / Come to play / All the children / Start to wake / To the sugar fields / Away they go, watch them leave / Their fears have left now / Can’t you see / The angels are there / To comfort their minds . . . ” When she took another half step and leaned against the wall, her eyes closed, the floor creaked. The sudden noise scared her son, but her husband only laughed in embarrassment as he turned away from the stove.

“Aww, why did my two angels stop? It sounded beautiful, I loved it so much,” she peaked her eyes open and her husband greeted her with a kiss. They seperated for a moment and he planted one on her forehead as he returned to his station at the stove. Izuku quietly sat on the counter as he swung his feet. She smiled and walked to hug her son. Izuku was only four years old and she loved him dearly.

She had married her husband about ten years ago or so . . . it was really foggy for her, but she was aware that her husband knew all the details of when they first met. “So what are my two boys doing this fine morning? Other than singing,” she cooed as she picked Izuku off the counter and placed him in a chair at the table. Izuku whined at the loss of contact with his mother.

“Well we were going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, however, someone ruined the surprise,” he said as he flipped over the eggs. She smiled nervously and apologised, even though there was nothing she really did wrong. After he finished making the eggs, the bacon, and the sausage, followed by a few slices of toast, he set the table up with all the food. Now they sat together at the round table across from each other, and they took the other’s hands in their own and little Izuku said a little prayer.

“I luv mama an papa. I luv dis meal dat papa made for us. Um . . . “ he struggled to think of anything else. Then his mother piped up, “I also love the two very special people who made this breakfast. I really didn’t mean to ruin their surprise, but I know they love me anyways.” Silenced edged on and her husband thought he might say a word two, “I would change nothing. I hope nothing brings this family apart, otherwise things will we be rough for us all. Let us enjoy the present before we can enjoy the future.” They all opened their eyes and let go of the other’s hand. Izuku was the first to jump on his plate and devoured his eggs. His mother and father couldn’t help but laugh at his small display. They all sat at the table and ate  the wonderful Mother’s Day breakfast.

When noon arrived, everything had settled down and Izuku and his father sat in the big armchair. They flipped through magazines and magazines about recipes they might try or about food drama. America had their Ramsay something Gordon, but they had plenty of star cooks in Japan. For instance, Izuku’s favourite was a cook that called himself All Might, then there were others like Mt. Lady and Best Jeanist.

His father never liked a single one though, he always said that liking one was too . . . well, it wasn’t enough. “You have to admire all the skills they have as a whole. You can learn a whole lot by looking at the big picture.” Izuku didn’t understand what his father meant by that, and his father knew he wouldn’t understand at such a young age.