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Katsuki walked into the common room of Heights Alliance with the rest of his squad and saw his mom talking and enjoying tea with Izuku. He looked around and saw other classmates looking at the two in awe and confusion. Huh, damn extras are idiots.

“Tch, what mother comes to her son’s school, but doesn’t bother to tell him?’

“Brat, I’m not here for you.” Katsuki rolled his eyes at his mom and continued walking away.

“Whatever hag, I’m going to my room if you want to stop by once you’re done catching up with Zu.” There was a choking noise that came from the direction of the extras along with some whispers.

“All right brat.”

“Sorry Kacchan, thanks Kacchan!”

“Nerd,” he mumbled to himself and walked off to his room.

Mitsuki shook her head and looked back at Izu-kun. “Can you believe him? If we were home he would given me a hug and you a k-”

“Ah! Um, no one knows.” Izu-kun waved his hands and looked at the classmates still in the room. The bakusquad had followed Katsuki out of the room demanding some answers, but the rest were still mesmerized by Izu-kun and Mitsuki.

“Little brat too much of a pussy to say anything, huh?” She took a sip out of her cream colored teacup.

“Actually, I didn’t want to tell anyone. I like having something to ourselves again.” Mitsuki hummed and knew what he meant. Their nicknames were once special but then “Deku” became his hero name and common place.

“Does your mom know?”

“Is Kacchan dead and me grounded until I’m thirty?”

“She wouldn’t be that bad. She’s less overprotective now.”

“Still very protective though…” The two laughed at this and continued their conversation switching the topic from whatever that was to sewing.

The students left in the room consisted of the class presidency, Uraraka, Tsu, and Todoroki. Iida and Momo had been brainstorming class activities to do while the others were planning a weekend getaway with Modoriya when he had a special visitor.

They all saw Bakugo’s mom enter and suspected she was waiting for her son, but then Midoriya got up and surprised them. They started talking and joking, and he offered her a chair and asked about tea. Their minds were further blown when Bakugo’s mom responded that she’d take her usual.

They knew Izuku was close to the Bakugo family but this was more than what any of them thought! Why would Midoriya be so close to Bakugo’s mom? The small group watched in wonder.

Katsuki was often credited with being the reason class 1-A survived the dorms. Sure Iida and Momo like the dorms to be clean and orderly, but both were rich kids that knew nothing about housekeeping. Katsuki knew how to clean. Furthermore, he knew how to cook.

Sometime between four thirty and five he would go downstairs to the common room and kitchen area and start preparing dinner. This came with a rule, though. Many classmates were confused at the concept of eating dinner together, but Katsuki was adamant about it. As long as he was making dinner, the class would eat together.

He was also very specific with who was allowed in the kitchen. Momo could enter, but only on matters of tea. Sato could use the kitchen for baking and occasional back up meals, but he really wasn’t a cook. Izuku had full range- that surprised a lot of classmates. But not nearly as much as when Katsuki allowed Izuku to cook with him.

“Kacchan! What’s for dinner tonight?” Izuku asked as he bounded towards Katsuki.

“Katsudon,” he said through his teeth. His mom was still here and sure to tease him about his choice.

“Katsudon? Why, what’s the occasion?” She asked innocently. Innocent Katsuki’s ass.

“Three months. And you know, three is a magic number. He must be feeling sentimental, Mits.” Mitsuki laughed and Katsuki grumbled under his breath.

“You’re supposed to be on my side Zu.”

“Yes, but Mits is the other side.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love my mom more than me, I got it. Are you and the hag going to help make dinner or no?”

Dinner was always ready at six, so around five fifty-five the class would come down and help set the table. This evening, when they did, they saw Bakugo putting the final pieces of dinner together and his mom dancing and singing with Midoriya. A strange scene for all of them to witness.

“Will you two shut the fuck up? It’s time to put dinner on the table. It’s ready.” He was ignored. Luckily those that came down to help could act quickly and kept Bakugo from exploding- literally.

Midoriya and Bukugo’s mom were back to back, slightly squatting, and singing (yelling) into wooden spatulas. The song they were gracing the others with was none other than “Not Your Barbie Girl.”

When it came to the chorus Midoriya was all but singing to Bakugo and seemed to be teasing him? Bakugo tsked and just left the kitchen while his mom was laughing and struggling to sing along. Their classmates were very confused. They had never seen Midoriya act this way, nor could they understand why this was meant to tease Bakugo.

When everyone was eventually around the table and sitting for dinner it was known that Mitsuki decided to stay. She sat in the middle of the table and made Izu-kun sit on her right and Katsuki on her left. This meant the surrounding seats were taken up by the Dekusquad and Bakusquad.

Everyone had questions for her. Apparently the two boys were hiding a lot more than a romantic relationship, but any relationship beyond a rivalry. Heck, the way the class was speaking of Izu-kun was enough to make her think they’d never heard him cuss- which was ridiculous. He had quite a sailor’s mouth. It also made her question what the hell her son had done to all of them. He was the most rule abiding kid- why did they think he was some delinquent? Was it really just the cussing?

“Why are you so close to Midoriya-kun?”

“She used to babysit me, and then later on I asked her to teach me how to sew. And from there we kinda just,” Izu-kun shrugged.

“Why hasn’t Bakugo blown up yet?”

“Because the brat is happy to see his dear mother! Besides, he knows what would happen if he tried anything.”

“Are you the Bakugo Mitsuki? The famous fashion designer?” a girl with a dark ponytail asked. Mitsuki liked her, she would be a good model.

“I am! It's nice to know at least one of you knows me for me rather than as the brat’s mom.”

“You are his mother, you shouldn’t refer to your son as a brat!” A blue haired boy said with a chop of his hand.

“Foureyes, the old hag calls me whatever she likes. You try to lecture her again and see what happens.” The boy seemed to malfunction as if he was a machine rather than a human, probably from Katsuki calling her an old hag but still defending her.

“Oh? Does that mean you’ll finally let me call you Kacchan?” She teased her son. Katsuki only smiled.

“You know damn well that I’m not the one stopping you.” Mitsuki laughed and looked to her right where Izu-kun looked very interested in his Katsudon.

“Midoriya-kun, why did you want to learn how to sew?”

“Because the damn nerd is a hero nerd.”

“I asked Midoriya-kun, not you Bakugo.”

“Ah, he’s not wrong Uraraka-chan. I wanted to learn so I could cosplay as conventions,” Izu-kun answered while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aw, Izu-kun is really good too! If he wasn’t so dead set on becoming a hero I would try to recruit him into the industry. Maybe be my assistant or right hand man?” The boy in question laughed the offer off.

“I’m nowhere near as good as that Mits.” The informal name caused many to pause.

“Mits?” Kaminari asked. Mitsuki knew him, he’d come around one of the weekends Katsuki came home. He would be perfect for an upcoming shoot she was planning…

“Huh? Oh yeah, her name is Mitsuki, but I just call her Mits. I used to call her Bakumama, but then we became more friends than her being just a caretaker figure. Honestly I think I tell her more secrets than I tell my mom…”

“Duh, Deku. No offence to your mom, but she’s always busy. She’d have to be around more for you to tell her anything.” Katsuki sounded a bit angry, and he more than likely was. Izu-kun and Mitsuki shared a look.

“Kacchan, you know why she has to work. It’s not her fault. Besides, she's a good mother and friend.” Katsuki grumbled a little to himself but let it go. It was forgotten in the surge of questions that came and went.

Dinner continued and eventually ended. Mitsuki had to leave and Kacchan and Izuku said goodbye before cleaning up. Kacchan was washing and Izuku was drying. It was a system they had worked out whenever they were at home, and sometimes fell into at the dorms.

Everyone knew not to question it. It was one of the few times they seemed to get along. Actually anything in the kitchen seemed to be neutral ground, the class did know why. But they did know not to question it.

Kacchan was slightly humming a song and scrubbing a pan when Izuku broke the relative silence.

“Do you think we’ll tell the rest of the class?” Kacchan didn’t need any more than that. He knew what the nerd was asking.

“I told you, I don’t care if they know. Actually I’d rather it. Maybe some of them will back off once they know you’re not free.” Izuku rolled his eyes. “Besides, if they haven’t figured out after today they’re dumb.”

“What?”

“Zu, I love you, but are you really asking that? My mom came here for a visit with you, not me. I slipped up and called you ‘Zu’ in front of a few of them. I let you into my kitchen. What more evidence do they need? It’s obvious.”

“Maybe,” Izuku laughed a little. “Do you remember-”

“No.”

“Haha. But seriously, do you remember when we were kids and you said you loved me for the first time?” Kacchan smiled.

“Damn right I do. How could I forget? We were cleaning like we are now and you shushed me so bad and prayed your mom wouldn’t hear.” The blonde paused for a moment. “Are we ever going to tell her? I mean, I know I like living, but doesn’t she need to know?”

“Yeah, eventually. This weekend maybe?”

“Whatever you want, nerd.” The couple kissed and finished their cleaning. Izuku wanted to share a room that night, but Kacchan said no- it was a school night after all, and Kacchan was the real goody-two-shoes nerd. Whatever, he’d had a good day.

That weekend the two boys did go home, and Inko Midoriya did find out about their relationship. But it was not because the two got a chance to tell her. No, she came home early from work and caught the two making out on her couch. The falling phone call took place minutes after the discovery.

“Mitsuki! Mitsuki! The boys! Their dating! I just found them together on the couch and- Mitsuki! They’ve been officially dating for three months! Three!”

“Damn, you weren’t supposed to find out this way.”

“You knew?!?!?”