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Katsuki is a rambunctious kid – has been for all six years of his life from what he can remember.
He’s loud and obnoxious, and he’ll readily admit it. And if there's one thing about Katsuki, it's that he's not ashamed to be himself.
And even if he's all those things, Katsuki's also a natural-born leader that others want to follow.
A firecracker contained within a little boy’s body is what his mom says. And even though he is small, nothing about him is quiet.
Cause him? Bakugo Katsuki, quiet? Hah!
One look at Bakugo Katsuki is enough to make him unforgettable. He stands out amongst his peers in every possible way.
While most kids in Japan blend together with neat black hair and proper manners, Katsuki has unnaturally spiky blond hair that explodes in every direction and sharp crimson eyes that automatically narrow in on people when they look at him, daring anyone to challenge him.
All in all, everything about him radiates intensity. He's the embodiment of power – or destruction if you were to ask his parents or his teachers.
He is someone who demands attention and respect wherever he goes. He’s the best after all.
The strongest. Always.
He’s the kid that makes it to the top of the slide first. The one who defends his jungle gym by pushing others off when they got too close because, obviously, extras needed his permission to use what he has already staked claim on.
In fact, it isn’t unusual for him to come home with his pockets full of candy or random trinkets as payment from the other kids for letting them play with him.
When his parents eventually found out what he was doing, they made him give it all back. Now, he's just better at keeping things hidden from his mom and dad’s watchful eyes.
And lately, it feels like they're expecting him to do wrong all the time.
Or, at least his mother is.
Just a few weeks ago, when his aunts came over to visit, he overheard his mom telling them that Katsuki was getting too hard for her to handle and that she didn’t know what to do with him.
That hurt to hear.
The entire time, Katsuki thought he was being a good boy – his dad told him so.
Like last month, when Katsuki had started taking baths all by himself without needing any of his toys (though he'd never say no to bringing his All Might figure along) or his parents' help. His dad had simply ruffled his hair and called him a good boy. Only when Katsuki was ready to get out of the tub did his dad come in to help.
While toweling Katsuki's hair dry afterward, his dad found himself reminiscing about Katsuki's baby days. He admitted that he missed the times when Katsuki needed him more. But even as he spoke with a hint of wistfulness, he smiled, saying he was just as proud of how quickly his little boy was growing up.
Katsuki had planted his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest with pride. He was proud of himself too. After all, he liked hearing his dad praise him.
So, it hurt to hear that his mom didn’t think the same of him as his dad.
He never told her that though; didn’t want her to think that he was affected by it.
Instead, he ran out from where he was hiding behind the kitchen entrance with a huff, face red in anger.
“You stupid hag!” He called his mother before running to his room down the hall; he didn’t want anyone to see him crying.
“What did you just call me, Katsuki?!” His mom’s shrilled after him.
For a moment, he was terrified when he heard a few angry footsteps follow after him before they eventually gave up.
“You brat!” He heard her call him before he slammed his bedroom door shut with an angry bang!
But even with his "bad" attitude, the neighborhood kids still follow him around without any hesitation.
And every time that they did, Katsuki would stand a little taller, rubbing the underside of his nose with an obnoxiously smug grin. It made him feel accomplished, having the whole group trail after him and play whatever game he wanted.
As far as he was concerned, that was only natural - he was their leader, and everyone else knew it. It isn’t his fault that those extras chose him; he didn’t ask for minions, they chose him themselves.
So, it irked him when his mom always had to warn him to play nicer, speak kinder, be friendlier to the other kids.
But what did Katsuki do? Ignore his mom, of course.
Because like clockwork, as soon as Katsuki steps onto the playground, everyone gathers around him.
Except for today, apparently.
Well, sure, the regular extras came up running up to him.
But there was one person who didn’t, in fact, the kid didn’t even look Katsuki’s way.
Right next to the tallest slide that Katsuki stood high on, a smaller kid is crouched down in the sandbox playing alone, backside turned away from Katsuki and the other kids as though they weren’t interested at all in what the rest of the playground kids were doing.
And frankly, Katsuki didn’t like it.
How dare this newcomer ignore Katsuki!
Clearly this newbie needs a lesson in finding out who ran this playground.
Without warning, Katsuki slides down the slide and stalks over to the new kid, arms raised at his side and his steps loud. His eyes burning as they set on his new target, and yet, the newbie didn’t even look up.
By now, most kids would have noticed him and begin to cower in fear.
Cause Katsuki is an intimidating person. He knows he is.
So, why is this kid not paying any attention to him? Were they stupid, or maybe too young to even understand the unwritten rules of the neighborhood playground? They were on the smaller side, Katsuki guesses. Maybe Katsuki is dealing with a baby after all...
But rules are rules! And according to his dad, it is always best to follow them.
“Hey, you!” Katsuki practically growls at the stranger with the weird colored hair.
Although, Katsuki wouldn’t admit it out loud but he thinks the red and white hair looks kinda cool. He’s never seen hair like that before. And here he thought he stood out like a sore thumb.
Maybe his parents will let him do something cool with his own too.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” He’s got their attention this time. With his loud, throaty yelling.
The little thing flinches from where they're crouching and looks up at Katsuki over their shoulder.
Wait... it's a girl?!
At first, Katsuki thought she was a boy because of her short hair. But one look at her face has him immediately changing his mind. She's way too pretty to be a boy. Her features are soft and delicate, almost like a flower's. Her eyes were big and wide too. Even that ridiculous hat with the little bear ears on top somehow looks cute on her.
Katsuki coughs into his fist and turns his face away, slightly embarrassed that he is yelling at a girl.
“Playing.” They answer, voice small and trembling.
For the first time, Katsuki feels a little bad for being mean to someone else. He’s never cared before when he made others cry but the tears welling up in this little kid’s eyes is causing him to feel differently.
He's also never picked on a girl before. That seems unmanly to him. All Might would definitely disapprove.
"Why are you crying?" Katsuki asks, his voice still coming out louder than he intends. He can't help it. He's always been loud, and his naturally raspy voice only makes him sound harsher. But this time, he swears he isn't trying to be rude or mean.
“I’m not.” The sniffling didn’t help the other’s case.
“You so are! You have tears in your eyes, you big baby!”
The small girl proceeds to gather the end of their shirt and wipe away their unfallen tears. Okay, maybe the kid wasn’t that much of a big baby since they weren’t full-on crying. Yet.
Most kids would be crying at this point. Katsuki would know, he's seen a lot of tears before.
Katsuki changes his mind about the girl when he notices the other wearing an All Might t-shirt. Not many girls like watching the hero show even though Katsuki thinks All Might is the coolest hero on TV. He's never missed an episode on Saturday mornings.
“I’m not a baby, I’m five.”
“Hah! You’re younger than me so that still makes you a baby! Only babies wear hats like yours, too!” The girl sniffles some more.
Katsuki vaguely thinks he should stop with the teasing now.
“The name’s Bakugo Katsuki.” Katsuki proudly states. “And this is pretty much my playground.” He may have also stuck out his chest as he said so.
The kid looks confused. And scared, and a bit in awe.
“What’s your name.” He asks; his own version of offering an olive branch.
“Shoto.” The kid murmurs.
“That’s… a boy’s name, isn’t it?” He’s pretty sure it is; there’s a boy in his football club with the same name.
He gets a nod in confirmation.
“You’re a boy?!”
The boy nods his head again, looking up at Katsuki with wide, mismatched doe-like eyes that remind Katsuki of one of those helpless animals. That you know, usually get eaten by the big bad wolf.
For a second, Katsuki briefly wonders if this boy is playing a trick on him in turn for the teasing Katsuki inflicted on them. Instead, only pure innocence stares back at Katsuki and he is left to deal with the strange bubbling feeling in his chest.
“You’re really pretty for a boy.” Katsuki grumbles underneath his breath.
The passing comment isn’t meant to be heard by the younger boy, but of course, the other did.
“Thank you.” The young boy says in a shy, small voice with his cheeks tinted pink. The tears immediately evaporate at the slightest bit of Katsuki’s kindness. “You’re pretty, too.” He says, face getting even redder.
Katsuki blinks.
He’s never been called pretty before. He didn’t want to be called that; he wants to be called cool! Like All Might! No one would dare to call All Might pretty.
And maybe, he feels slightly embarrassed.
This is uncharted territory.
So, Katsuki did what he only knew to do in every situation: be mean.
Katsuki pushes the boy by the shoulders and watches the small body fall back against the sand. Lips trembling, scared eyes look up at him and the tears return but they still don't fall.
He immediately feels guilty, wanting to take back his actions. But it's too late, what’s done is done and he can only stand frozen as Shoto stares up at him with those helpless, sad puppy-dog eyes.
“Katsuki!” He hears his mom’s angry voice yell at him from somewhere in the park.
He probably has less than 10 seconds before his mom gets to them. Behind his mom’s distinct, loud stomping, Katsuki can hear the loud laughter from the other playground kids who were clearly amused by Katsuki’s typical behavior.
However, this time, Katsuki didn’t feel too good about himself.
Why was that?
A small, whimpering voice breaks Katsuki out of his own thoughts. “Why did you do that?”
It’s Shoto, still fallen, elbows sinking into the sand.
The question surprises Katsuki for the second time in one day. He’s never had someone talk back to him or question him, let alone someone smaller and younger than him.
“I thought you wanted to be my friend.”
Ah, crap. Why did the kid have to be so innocent and eat at Katsuki’s consciousness.
Before Katsuki can answer, his mom is on him, yanking his arm up with a tight grip.
“What the heck are you doing, brat?” She’s angry, her eyes like Katsuki’s were glaring daggers at him.
He shrinks at his mom’s anger.
She then turns her attention to Shoto. “Are you okay, sweetie?” In a much loving and gentle tone that Katsuki hasn’t heard in a long time.
“Shoto!” It was an older girl with the same white hair as Shoto’s half, with flecks of red too. “Are you hurt?”
Must be someone related to Shoto since they look similar.
Shoto lets himself be helped up by the older girl. “I’m okay, Fuyumi. I’m not hurt.” He wipes away at his face and turns to Katsuki, looking for an explanation.
But the younger boy didn’t get one, not when Katsuki is too shocked for words.
“Katsuki! Apologize to this poor boy, right now!” The strong grip around his upper arm tightens. “I am so sorry! My little one can be such a menace sometimes, I swear I don’t even know what to do with him at times! Is this your little brother?”
The older girl leans down and picks Shoto up, dusting his clothes gently with her hands. “Yes, he’s my younger brother. He’s just a little… fragile.”
Clearly, the other is weak! Seriously, look at those thin wrists! And those small little legs. No wonder Katsuki had mistaken Shoto to be a girl.
“I’m sure he’s alright but I should probably go home now and let my parents know just in case.”
“Okay, honey, let me just give you my address and phone number; the name’s Bakugo Mitsuki. If anything happens because of my demon spawn, please tell your parents to give me a call.”
The white-haired girl accepts his mom’s business card with a bow before leaving with Shoto latching onto her side like a koala.
“Hah, and he claims he’s not a big baby,” Katsuki says with a huff.
His mom places her hands on her hips, the look on her face is enough evidence that she not amused by Katsuki’s shenanigans again.
“Care to explain why you pushed a cute little kid like that? He wasn’t even bothering you! And don’t you dare lie; I was watching you the entire time!”
Katsuki turns his head, feeling shameful underneath his mom’s intense glare. “He annoyed me.”
She can only sigh at Katsuki’s reasoning. “I don’t even know what to do with you anymore, Katsuki. Did your dad and I raise you to be a bully?”
Him? A bully? He’s never been called one before and he never thought himself as one.
Because bullies are the bad guys.
All Might despises them! The hero said so himself in episode two when his sidekick saves his childhood bully from a slime villain.
He follows his mom home, a step slower, keeping his head down so his mom can’t see his own unshed tears.
Unfortunately, the incident made it to his dad’s ears the second the man returned home from work.
With his door slightly propped ajar, Katsuki snuck his head out to listen to his mom’s angry retelling of what happened earlier in the day.
“Can you believe it, Masaru? A poor innocent kid! He was just sitting there minding his own business and Katsuki went over and just pushed him!”
Katsuki shrinks back a bit. He spent his ‘time-out’ reflecting on his actions and he did feel guilty for his behavior.
Maybe he overreacted a tad bit. It was the first time another boy had called him pretty after all. What was he supposed to do or say?
Thank you? Yeah, right!
Shoto's comment was more of an insult than a compliment.
“Well, did you ask Katsuki what happened? Maybe he had a reason?” Katsuki’s bottom lip starts to quiver.
Now he feels really guilty.
What is he going to say to his dad if he asks for his side of the story? He didn’t want to disappoint his all too forgiving dad when he really was in the wrong this time.
“I have eyes Masaru! Our brat literally stomped over to the sandpit and pushed the kid! You should have seen him; such a tiny little thing! I’m telling you, Katsuki is turning into a bully!”
“Katsuki is not a bully nor is turning into one.” His dad laughs, like it is the most absurd thing he’s heard. “He’s rough around the edges, but he’s a good kid.”
His mom only sighs in response. “You’re too easy on him, Masaru.”
Her voice quiets. She must be tired trying to get his dad to take her side.
“And you’re too hard on him. He’s only six, Mitsuki; he’s still learning right from wrong.”
“Fine, fine. But if that kid’s parents come here looking for our heads, you’re dealing with them!”
When it seems like his parents were done discussing him, Katsuki slowly shuts the door and crawls onto his bed. He lays on top of his blanket for a bit before reaching over to his bedside table and grabs the latest volume of the All Might manga series. He wonders if Shoto would like it.
Wait, can the baby even read yet?
Maybe Katsuki will have to read it for him. It’ll be a hassle and most likely annoying, but it’s the least he can do to apologize to the younger boy.
The next time Katsuki sees the strange colored hair kid, he’ll be nicer.
He’ll prove to his parents that he’s not a bully. He can’t disappoint his dad, not when he’s the only one who sees the good in Katsuki.
Absorbed in the manga, Katsuki makes it half way through the book before he’s called out for dinner. Time sure flies when you're with All Might.
Shuffling to the table, he hesitantly takes his seat across his dad who only smiles at him.
“How was your day, Katsuki?” He asks, like always.
Katsuki turns his head to the side. He very much wants to escape his dad’s soft look. “It was okay.”
“I heard you went to the playground today.”
“Yeah.” He answers with a grunt. He knows where this is going. He may be six but he’s pretty bright.
“Did you have fun?”
“No.”
His mom joins them at the table, setting down the last of the side dishes. She didn’t look happy, probably is still angry with him.
When Katsuki makes eye contact with her, he meets her glare with one of his own; she frowns back at him. Sensing the tension from Katsuki and his mom, his dad did his best to lighten the mood.
“Make any new friends today?” His dad asks.
Before Katsuki can answer, his mom scoffs and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. He hates it when his mom acts like this; makes it hard to say anything.
Instead, Katsuki just clenches his hidden fists under the table. His face scrunches tight; he didn’t know if he wants to yell or cry.
He’s not a bully, and he most certainly is not a crybaby either.
“I believe you owe someone an apology the next time you see him, hmm?” His dad says.
Unlike his mom, Katsuki’s dad is all warm smiles. Even when he is in trouble, his dad is never as frightening as his mom.
Katsuki can only nod his head in agreement. “I will.”
His dad’s smile grows bigger as he shares a prideful grin with his mom, who looks slightly less angry now.
They dig into their food.
After the first day, the "bullying" incident is largely forgotten. Luckily for Katsuki, his parents never receive a call from Shoto's family.
Still, that doesn't stop his mom from keeping an eye on his attitude. Before letting him run off to join the other kids at the playground or dropping him off at his different clubs, she always has to remind him to "be nice to the other kids."
Katsuki would roll his eyes at the reminder, but lately, he finds himself thinking about one particular kid more than he expects.
It seems like he's the only one who still remembers Shoto, even though days have passed since the incident. He hasn't seen the crybaby again either.
He's not sure when he'll run into Shoto next, but before every outing, Katsuki makes sure to pack an All Might manga into his backpack - just in case the crybaby happens to be at the playground.
Like today. He moves around the contents in his bag to make room for the thick manga.
“Katsuki, you don’t need to bring that book with you every time you go out.” His mom states from where she watches Katsuki from the door. She has her arms crossed and is looking slightly annoyed for having to wait on him.
“Yeah, I do!” Katsuki yells back.
He decides to forgo his latest mecha toy and stuffs the manga in. He rushes to where his mom is waiting, putting his backpack straps over his shoulders as he walks.
“You’re telling me you’re going to read at the playground?”
“Uh huh. But only if the crybaby is there though. He hasn’t been back since but maybe he’ll be there today.”
Katsuki belatedly wonders if he’s the reason why Shoto hasn’t been seen at the playground. Even the neighborhood extras haven’t seen him either when Katsuki asked.
“And why does it matter if Shoto is there or not?” Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Cause I’m going to read to him, duh. As if that little crybaby can read yet so of course, he’s gonna need my help.” Katsuki answers, like as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
He can picture it already; as soon as Katsuki shows off his manga, the younger boy will immediately beg Katsuki with his big Bambi eyes. Maybe he’ll even pout if Katsuki initially refuses. But of course Katsuki will give into him eventually, he’ll just make the boy work for it first.
His mom stops in her tracks and looks down at Katsuki, seemingly puzzled. “And you’re reading to him because…”
“Cause he likes All Might too! I’m pretty sure… I saw his shirt last time. And this is the latest volume that came out. I want to share it with him!” As an apology, Katsuki leaves out.
Katsuki’s not sure what he did right, but his mom leans down and envelops him into a side hug. “Katsuki, you damn brat.” She says, but strangely, she sounds pleased by Katsuki for once.
“Ahh, no!” Katsuki shouts, trying his best to dodge his mother’s kisses. “Stop it, you hag!” He cries out but his mom eventually lands one on his cheek.
He frowns as his mom places kiss after kiss on his face, pretending to hate it when really, he might’ve missed his mom’s affection.
Maybe. Just a little bit.
“You surprise me sometimes, Katsuki.” She says, ruffling the top of his hair. “You’re a good kid.” Katsuki rubs his nose at that, somewhat embarrassed but...
Eventually he gets enough of it. “Okay, I get it, you can stop now!” He shouts, pushing away his mom’s playful hands. “I’m going!”
He didn’t wait to see if his mom follows. He knows she is anyway, and makes a break for the park.
When he gets there, he’s a bit sad to see no familiar faces. That is until he spots the undeniable red and white hair underneath a ridiculous straw bunny hat. He feels his heart leap a bit at the sight of the person he’s been hoping to see again.
“Shoto!” Katsuki yells, running towards the lone boy playing in the sandbox, just as he was the first time Katsuki met him.
Hearing his name being called, Shoto looks around. When he makes eye contact with Katsuki, he shrinks back even though there’s nowhere to hide in the open sandpit.
Katsuki pretends he didn’t see the smaller boy flinch when Katsuki drops his bag next to him. “Finally, I’ve been wanting to see you again.” Katsuki states, squatting down.
He hurries to open his bag, eager to show Shoto his All Might manga.
“Are you going to hurt me again?” Shoto asks, meekly.
Katsuki frowns, looking down at the boy who only cowers and refuses to make eye contact with him.
“No!” Katsuki shouts. A few kids stop playing and glances over at him before they run away scared. “I’m going to read to you!”
“Read?” This time, Shoto looks at him.
Curiosity written all over the boy’s face even though he is still obviously timid in Katsuki’s presence.
Katsuki nods his head. “Yup! You can’t read, can you?”
“Nuh uh, I can!” The other boy’s eyes widens when he realizes he shouted at Katsuki. “I can read.” He quietly repeats.
“Sure, you can crybaby. But I bet you can’t read this!” And then Katsuki shoves his All Might manga right in Shoto’s face.
Just as he predicted, Shoto beams at what Katsuki has to share. “All Might!” Shoto shouts, this time though, not looking apologetic for having done so.
Katsuki smirks when he practically sees the stars in Shoto’s mismatched colored eyes.
Hah! Called it, he thinks to himself.
“Yup!” Katsuki says, as he takes a seat next to Shoto in the sand. He’s probably going to get in trouble when his mom finds all the sand on his clothes but that’s a later problem. “Bet you haven’t read the latest volume, huh?”
Shoto shakes his head from left to right. As Katsuki positions the book onto his lap, Shoto comfortably shifts his own so he’s sitting right next to Katsuki. The younger boy leans over and places his face close to the book, like as if he’s never seen one before.
The boy’s stupid rabbit hat blocks Katsuki’s view but he’ll let Shoto admire his manga a bit longer since he’s practicing to be kinder. Just don’t tell his mom that.
“You’re really going to read this to me?” Shoto asks, turning his head to look up at Katsuki. He’s got that look of anticipation on his face. His chubby cheeks is all red with excitement making him look like a little chipmunk.
“Sure, since you like All Might, too.” Shoto beams.
“I really do! Did you know, All Might’s the strongest in the world?” The kid states to Katsuki.
Funnily, that’s something Katsuki would have said too.
But more importantly, Katsuki realizes he is forgiven by the other boy.
Katsuki feels good about that as he settles into a comfortable position. Shoto follows, making sure to sit super close to him so he can see the images better.
Despite Shoto’s earlier display of excitement, the five-year-old is a good listener. He sits quietly next to Katsuki, leaning over to Katsuki’s side so he can see the manga better; he doesn't interrupt or get distracted as Katsuki read each bubble out loud. Only a few times did Shoto ask him what a word meant before going back to listening to Katsuki intently.
“Katsuki, can you read it to me again?” Shoto asks, clinging onto Katsuki’s arm when he finally finishes.
Katsuki, huh? When did this little brat get all comfortable around him to call him by his first name.
Still, he finds Shoto be quite… endearing. Cute even. Katsuki can understand why grown-ups fawn over babies now. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of those sappy thoughts.
“Did you like it that much?”
“Yes! It was soooo good!” The crybaby is so giddy, Katsuki can only smirk at his own success. “Hurry, read it again, Katsuki!”
Katsuki gets about halfway through the manga for a second time before a white-haired lady interrupts them with a kind smile. She’s pretty, and without a doubt, Shoto’s mother. So this is where the crybaby gets his delicate looks form.
“Hi there, you must be Katsuki-kun, I was just talking to your mother earlier.”
Suddenly, Katsuki feels self-conscious under the kind lady’s eyes. She’s dressed so prettily too, looks soft and royalty-like, compared to his own mother who is rough around the edges like him. He didn’t know moms can look like this.
Katsuki only nods, feeling embarrassed as though his dirtied shorts and shirt were too insignificant.
Does she know that Katsuki pushed her son the last time he was here? Would she still be kind like this if she knew how badly Katsuki had treated Shoto?
She smiles softly. “Thank you for playing with Shoto today, it looks like you both had a good time.”
“Mom, Katsuki taught me so many words today!” The little boy shares, tugging on his mom’s flowy skirt. “Can we come back tomorrow, please?” Shoto turns his head to him. “Will you play with me again?” He’s quieter when he asks Katsuki, shy or maybe worried that Katsuki will say no.
Before Katsuki can answer, Shoto’s mom bends down to their height and pats the top of the little boy’s head. “Sorry, Shoto. We’ve got a doctor’s appointment at the hospital.”
The smile immediately disappears from Shoto’s face and is replaced with one that looks terrified. Katsuki feels for him; he’s not a fan of doctors either. Especially when his parents bring him in for vaccinations, although he thinks himself brave, he still cowers at needles.
“How about after?” Katsuki asks, drawing attention from both mother and son. His own mother comes up from behind. “If you be a good boy and go to the hospital, I’ll bring some more All Might manga for you. I even have some figures we can play with too.”
His mom sends him a big smile. Katsuki feels good. Especially when Shoto looks at him all expectedly again.
“You promise?”
Katsuki nods his head. “I never lie.”
Shoto turns to his mom. “Can I, mom?”
The white-haired lady takes some time and it causes Katsuki to feel on edge too. Wait, why was he so eager to hang out with the crybaby so much?
“I want to see Katsuki again! If I be good, can I pleeeeease play with Katsuki tomorrow? I promise I won’t cry at the hospital.”
And as if the crybaby’s relentless begging isn’t believable enough, Katsuki decides to join in as well.
“I can keep an eye on him if you’re busy. I don’t mind.” Katsuki says, rubbing the tip of his nose with the side of his finger. “I’ll make sure none of the other kids pick on him…”
It’s ironic, really, but seriously, no one will pick on this kid with Katsuki around.
The lady smiles at Katsuki, clearly impressed by his display of maturity.
But then her smile saddens. “I’m sorry, kids, but Shoto’s going to be really tired after his check-up tomorrow.”
From the corner of his eye, he can see Shoto beginning to tear up. Did the younger boy really want to play with him that much?
“But if you don’t mind waiting a few days, maybe I can keep in touch with your mom and we can set up a playdate?”
Playdate?! Katsuki didn’t do playdates. He’s six for crying out loud!
“Yes!” Shoto shouts, happily, answering for the both of them. The strange color haired boy turns to Katsuki. “Katsuki, I promise to get better fast this time so that I don’t keep you waiting.”
Katsuki doesn’t understand what the other means by that, but Shoto’s enthusiasm is infectious. It stirs something inside him.
He’s not as outwardly expressive as Shoto, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t looking forward to seeing the other boy again.
He blames it on that (cute) stupid smile!
Yeah.
That's definitely the only reason.