What Is Written [Part 2]

[Chapter 1]

Izuku jumped when the door slammed open, holding a little tighter to Kisaku in his lap. They’d started watching videos on Izuku’s laptop, while Katsuki and Kiyomi played some old fighting game on Katsuki’s one together, and Izuku suspected he wasn’t the only one who had lost track of time.

“We went shopping!” Ashido announced, holding up her handfuls of bags. “Gather ‘round, kiddos!”

Neither of the kids moved an inch, but Ashido didn’t seem deterred, marching into the middle of the room to unload them. Uraraka was at her heels, Kirishima not far behind, and back in the doorway, Iida hovered awkwardly.

“We figured you might need pyjamas and stuff,” Uraraka explained, smiling at the baffled children. “But we probably got carried away.”

“Aizawa said it might be a while before things go back to normal,” Kirishima added sheepishly. “We figured you should at least be comfortable in the meantime, right?”

“What if we never go back?” Kisaku whispered, leaning back to press himself to Izuku’s chest.

“Then me and Kacchan will take care of you here, instead,” Izuku said softly, trying his best to manage a smile. “I know it’s not the same, but we’ll do our best to be good dads.”

Iida finally stepped inside, when he saw the wobbly smiles, squatting beside the bed and reaching into his lone carry-bag. He produced a little stack of books with bright, colourful covers, and with his best smile, offered them to Kisaku.

“I thought you might need some bedtime stories, for Papa to read to you,” he explained. “I’m not sure if you’ve read these ones already, but I hope you enjoy them.”

“Thank you,” Kisaku whispered, carefully wrapping his tiny fingers around the pile. “It was very nice of you to think of me.”

Kiyomi leaned over to look, flipping through the titles curiously, and Iida smiled at her just as warmly, despite her eternally cranky look.

“There are plenty there for both of you, don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.”

Kiyomi blushed faintly, but managed a little nod, averting her eyes before she opened her mouth.

“Thanks, Mister Iida.”

“You’re very wel- You know me?”

“Mm-hm, you and Papa hang out a lot,” she confirmed, adopting one of the books to flip through. “I know most people here.”

“You’re so much like your Dad,” Izuku grinned, reaching out to pat her on the back fondly. “You didn’t want to admit you know their names?”

“It’s no big deal,” Kiyomi grumbled, shrinking back toward Katsuki again. “They’re just family, or whatever. Kisaku is the one who recites all their quirks and stuff.”

“Takes after the nerd,” Katsuki snorted, lying back on the mattress to get closer to the pair. “You like heroes, then, little man?”

“Uh-huh, but Daddy is the best hero.”

“Damn right I am. The nerd is getting alright too.”

“Papa is Daddy’s hero,” Kisaku nodded solemnly. “Papa says it’s better than number one, but Daddy says he just says that to comfort himself.”

Katsuki wasn’t sure whether to argue with the kid or to hide his flushed cheeks, but in the moments it took him to decide, he lost his chance for either. Izuku beamed at him, that stupid, crinkly-eyed, sunshine-grin, and he immediately forgot all the words he’d had in his head.

“Do you wanna see the clothes we got you, too?” Uraraka asked, neatly stacking folded fabrics on Katsuki’s coffee table. “It’s only a few, but I hope you like them!”

“I picked this one out for you, Kiyomi!” Ashido said brightly, holding up a pale pink dress, hemmed with white lace and little ribbons. “Isn’t it pretty?!”

Kiyomi scowled at her, considering her words carefully, but thankfully the girls broke before she could come out with anything rude.

“I’m kidding, hun,” Ashido spluttered, barely getting the words out with how hard she was laughing. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist! It’s okay, really, this one is for Eri.”

“For Eri?” Kiyomi asked, frowning slightly. “It’s too small for Eri.”

“Eri is still little, for us,” Izuku smiled fondly. “Have you met her when she’s bigger?”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess. She’s uh, she’s cool I guess.”

“Eri is the best,” Kisaku beamed, just as bright as his father. “And Kouta too! And Mahoro, and Katsuma, and-”

“Stop, ‘Saku,” Kiyomi grumbled, eyes narrowing. “Not too much, remember? I dunno how many people they’ve met.”

“Oh. Yeah. Uh, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Izuku assured him. “I know all the people you mentioned, you didn’t do anything wrong! You guys are very good at not spoiling our future for us, thank you.”

“I don’t wanna get mixed up and make Papa and Daddy not have us,” Kisaku explained quietly, lower lip jutting out a little. “I don’t wanna disappear.”

“Oh sweetie, I promise we’re gonna have you,” Izuku hugged him tightly, surprised when Katsuki snatched him away wordlessly.

“You think I’d ever lose to a shitty villain quirk?” Katsuki demanded, as Kisaku wrapped himself around Katsuki’s torso like a koala. “No way am I letting some loser villain who targetted children take my kids away from me. Never.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Kisaku smiled, rubbing his face on Katsuki’s cheek. “I love you too.”

Kiyomi pulled a face, miming gagging behind their backs, and Izuku couldn’t help but giggle. She slid off the bed, kneeling down beside the coffee table, Uraraka and Ashido lighting up when she looked at the clothes pointedly.

“You wanna see?”

“It better not be gross,” she pouted. “You two are the only people who like pink.”

“Pink is great!” Ashido protested. “I mean, I don’t really have a choice about being pink, but I love it! It’s so bright and happy!”

“Uh-huh!” Uraraka grinned. “I tried not to get pink stuff when I was little, because of all the silly sexism stuff, but now it’s my favourite!”

“Pink is just red but for wimps,” Kiyomi argued, Izuku’s snort going thankfully unnoticed. “Red and orange are the best.”

“I like red too,” Kirishima grinned, laughing when Kiyomi looked at his hair pointedly. “You like fire and explosion colours?”

“Mm-hm. Red mostly. And blue, ‘cause blue is the hottest fire.”

“Well, maybe you’ll like these!” Uraraka suggested, pulling out a little blue shirt from the pile and handing it to her, then hunting down a pair of red-and-black swirled leggings. “I know these are kind of bright, but they seemed like they’d suit you.”

Kiyomi’s eyes widened as she took them, and she nodded just once, fingers tightening around the soft material.

“They’re cool,” she agreed. “Uh, thanks.”

“You’re welcome! I’ll leave you the pile, and you can choose what you want to wear tomorrow! For tonight, we got these cute pyjamas to keep you warm. The dorms always get really cold overnight and early in the mornings, make sure you don’t freeze!”

Kiyomi nodded, accepting the pale blue pyjamas Uraraka was showing her, smiling slightly when she found the fluffy cloud patterns.

“Did you know ‘Yomi likes clouds?” Kisaku asked, finally crawling away from his Dads to investigate. “I think they look like her hair.”

“Shut up!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I didn’t know,” Uraraka giggled. “I just thought they were cute and she might like them!”

“And I found these ones for you, Kisaku!” Kirishima interjected, digging a pair of darker ones from one of the piles. “They’re not cloudy, but they were super soft.”

“They look like stars,” Kisaku marvelled, hugging them tightly. “Thank you!”

“Yeah! It’s kinda like you match, without really matching.”

“Like always,” Kiyomi snorted, reaching out to pinch her brother’s cheek.

“Uh-huh!” Kisaku grinned. “I like it though!”

“I know.”

“You guys get matching stuff a lot?” Ashido prompted, sensing the opportunity to get even a hint of future knowledge out of them. “What kind of matching stuff?”

“Not the stuff,” Kiyomi corrected her. “Us. Since we don’t look the same.”

“It’s pretty common to look different from your siblings!”

“Not for twins.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Uraraka hummed. “I didn’t realise. I thought you seemed very close to the same age, that explains it.”

“We were the eggs that wouldn’t give up!” Kisaku grinned, surprisingly bright with his sister at his side to give him courage. “Papa’s one and Daddy’s one wouldn’t let each other win!”

“I let you stay,” Kiyomi huffed. “Your egg could never beat mine.”

“That’s not what Papa says!”

“Papa wants to make you feel better.”

“Papa doesn’t tell lies!”

“Hmph.”

The room was oddly quiet around them, the group enjoying their little-kid-banter – it made a nice change from the kind of arguments that usually plagued the dorms.

Not the least of which from a much bigger green-and-blond duo.

“Aizawa-sensei just got back to me,” Iida informed them, holding up his phone. “He said earlier they’d had no luck finding similar quirks, that doesn’t appear to have changed, and he’s just said our Saturday-morning classes are cancelled while he investigates. I’d better go let everyone know we have the day off.”

“Yay! Sleep in!” Uraraka grinned, clambering to her feet. “I’m gonna go too, I’ll give him a hand spreading the news! Have a nice night, you guys, and be good for your dads!”

“Thank you for the presents,” Kisaku smiled shyly. “It was nice to see you Miss Uravity.”

“It was nice to see you, too!”

“Maybe I’ll go home and visit my family for the weekend,” Kirishima mused. “Since we have the time off.”

“Oooh! That’s a great idea!” Ashido gushed. “I’ll come too, we can visit both our families!”

“Okay, I’ll give them a call! Have a nice night, you four!”

“Thank you for the presents!” Kisaku repeated. “Have a good night, Mister Red Riot, Mrs Pinky!”

“You hear that?” Ashido giggled, as they waved goodbye and headed out to the hall. “I’m married.”

When the room grew quiet again, the kids sifting through their little pile of new clothes, Izuku found himself staring down at Katsuki’s contemplative face. He still lay sprawled over the duvet, staring up at the roof, and Izuku couldn’t help but stroke his soft cheek lightly.

“Think we should visit ours, too?” Katsuki asked after a moment, not moving his gaze from the ceiling. “Or is that too much?”

“With their grandkids?” Izuku grinned. “Mom would be so happy.”

“Mm. The old man, too. The hag will be her typical self, but it might shut her up about my future plans, at least.”

“They can’t exactly ruin anything for the future, right? Our parents?”

“Doubt it. I don’t think the kids are dumb enough to tell them their deaths or anything.”

“You don’t think they’ll live to see it?” Izuku’s face fell.

“I’m sure they will, but if they don’t, won’t you regret not using this chance right now?”

“Yeah, I guess I would.”

“You wanna call them all, then? I’ll get the brats in the bath while you do it.”

“That sounds good! I’ll come join you when I finish!”

“Alright,” Katsuki groaned as he sat up, taking a moment to swing his feet over the edge of the bed. “Grab your pyjamas, kiddos. We’re gonna go downstairs and use the big bath.”

“I’m not tired!” Kiyomi argued immediately.

“You don’t have to be tired to have a damn bath,” Katsuki shot right back. “You’re still grubby from whatever happened with that villain, not to mention all the pizza you spilled on your damn clothes. And I smell, so I need a good scrub too. Get your butts in gear.”

Kiyomi caved, thankfully, picking up her new pyjamas to take with her, and Izuku planted three kisses on three blushing cheeks as they passed by toward the door. His phone was already ringing in his hand, and as he waved goodbye, the first of the calls connected, his mother’s cheerful voice greeting him brightly.

“Izuku! What a surprise!”

“Hi Mom! I’ve missed you!”

The door swung closed between them, and Katsuki ushered the twins down the stairs, listening to them chatter as they walked. The common room was full, he could hear all the excited noise going on, but thankfully they didn’t have to engage the fray to get to the bathroom.

He paused at the door, glancing down at Kiyomi, getting a raised eyebrow in return that he was sure he hadn’t seen in a mirror until he was at least twelve.

“I don’t think any of the guys will be bathing right now,” he grumbled, more to himself than to her. “But if they are, we can-”

“Dad, I’m five,” she huffed. “I’m not a baby. I know how public baths work!”

“Oh.”

“Don’t go off with strangers, stay with Dad or Papa, and if anyone looks at me funny, tell Dad right away so he can blow them up. See? I remember.”

“Y-Yeah, um, good girl.”

“Papa likes the onsen,” Kisaku added, with a big smile that made Katsuki’s chest swell. “It makes his sore joints feel good again, so we go lots! Does now-Papa like the onsen too?”

“Ah, y-yeah, I think he does,” Katsuki nodded. “We don’t go much, I should find one we can visit more often.”

“I bet Papa would like that!” Kisaku agreed, letting Katsuki lead him by the hand into the bathrooms. “Will you help me wash my hair? I think I got mud in it.”

“Yeah, bud, of course I will.”

“Thanks, Daddy! I love you!”

“Y-Yeah,” Katsuki nodded, swallowing hard. “I love you too, Kisaku.”

He wasn’t used to saying those words out loud, had certainly never said them to Izuku before, even if he’d maybe sort of considered it once or twice. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna refuse them to his kid, though, of all people – he’d never let his kids think for even a moment that maybe he didn’t love them.

“And you, Kiyomi,” he added after a moment, smirking when her face screwed up in disgust. “You heard me, kid. Deal with it.”

“Gross,” Kiyomi huffed, sticking close to his side all the same. “You’re gonna come find me, right?”

“Of course I am, asshole, you think I’d just leave you lost and hope for the best?”

He realised his words too late, immediately regretting letting the insult out, but before he could apologise or blame it on shitty habits, Kiyomi smiled.

“Good,” she said firmly, sitting down on a bench to pull her socks off. “You better not take too long, jerk-face.”

Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh, reaching over to ruffle her hair fondly, and the smile on her face when she peeked up at him made his heart feel ten times lighter all of a sudden.

“I promise,” he said softly. “And until then, this me is gonna take good care of you.”

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[Chapter 3]