Little Itsuki ( A Bakumomo fanfic)

Chapter 5

(Bakugo because Katuski)

They carried on like this for some time. Something else that was new as a result of the entire situation was the increased amount of phone calls and messages from Katsuki's mother. She knew to keep her distance before; well aware of what kind of relationship she and her husband had with their prickly son. But, she was always an annoyingly doting woman and she was concerned with the care of "her new grandson" as she put it.

Katsuki always corrected her, berating her for getting clingy with a kid she'd never even met. She would ask for updates and pictures of both Itsuki and Momo. She was enthralled that the boy carried on the "tsuki" part of the Bakugou's naming and constantly asked Katsuki to let her and Momo have tea some time.

Eventually... he got sick of it, tired of his mother's prodding. Rather than shutting her down, once and for all - he knew that would never work on his mother in a million years - he decided to finally entertain her.

"Mom wants to meet the brat," Katsuki informed Momo one morning, abrupt and sharp.

"Oh?" she folded her hands in front of her, having casually set aside her tea cup. "And why do you sound so upset?"

He hesitated for a moment, as though ashamed to admit something. "Old hag wants to meet you too. She's convinced we're dating or some shit. Told her she's full of it, but she won't believe me."

Momo's cheeks felt slightly warm. "Well, I'd be happy to meet your mother."

Katsuki grunted, acknowledging her before rounding the corner out of sight.

And that was how Yaoyorozu Momo found herself in front of the Bakugou family's home. Never in her wildest imagination would she have ever thought she of all people would be visiting Katsuki's home... but there she was, Itsuki's small hand clasped in hers.

It was a modest abode. Though, everything was modest in comparison to her upbringing. But it had a nice yard and it was cute. Large maple leaves swished past her in the autumn air and Momo took in the brief moment of peace before Katsuki simply walked up to the door and opened it, announcing his presence to his home just as he would the world.

"Old man! Old hag! We're here!"

"Oh, Katsuki!" a feminine voice called out. "Come to the living room! I almost have lunch ready!"

Katsuki shuffled in, gesturing for Momo and Itsuki to follow. The three of them made their way through the home and Momo couldn't help but admire his mother's interior decorating skills. It was clear the woman had a sense on how to get the most out of the space offered to her in the otherwise modest home.

She couldn't help but marvel at the family photos lining the walls; a young Katsuki with two people who looked too much like him to not be his parents. Katsuki as a child was very different than as a young man, Momo decided. These photographs documented boyish smiles, unabashed and confident. No signs of the dark scowls or the baring of teeth in a snarl.

Such a strange thing... whatever could have happened since then? To make Katsuki that way. Momo couldn't help but wonder what occurred from such a young age to transition him into the young man he was.

Before she knew it, the three of them were entering an open kitchen viewing into a living area. Bakugou Mitsuki was... almost exactly what Momo expected. She looked like a grown, female version of her son. Middle aged with strong laugh lines and a glow about her, Mitsuki had a strong personality. She could tell.

She bowed slightly and Itsuki, seeing this, imitated her to the best of his ability. "Thank you very much for inviting us into your home," Momo said, staying true to her refined, polite upbringing.