#lmsof

~*~

Katsuki did, in fact, have to call the hag for new slacks. The pair he had was much too small for him now. Much to his embarrassment, he couldn’t even pull them up past his thighs. The damn sneaky witch kept her cool over the phone, but as soon as he said bye, he heard her screeching for his father and knew that she’d be bombarding him with questions in no time.

“How are you, son?” His dad asked when Katsuki got to their house.

“M’good,” Katsuki said. He was somewhat on edge. He’d expected the hag to divebomb him as soon as he set foot in their house. The fact that she hadn’t was… concerning. She hadn’t even been the one to answer the door, and he didn’t see or hear her anywhere. “Where’s the witch?”

“Your mother is in the basement,” Masaru said with a snort. “You haven’t asked us to make you clothes in quite a while. I think she’s excited.”

Katsuki sighed. “I haven’t needed anything since the last time I asked.”

“I figured as much,” Masaru led Katsuki into the kitchen. “You only asked for casual clothes the last time.”

His tone was curious, but Bakugou Masaru wasn’t pushy. He knew that pushing Katsuki to talk would do the opposite of what he wanted, so he was content to wait at least a bit.

“Tea?”

Katsuki nodded and sat at the table with a sigh.

“How’ve you guys been?”

His father looked delighted as he immediately launched into a ramble about their fashion line and the recent happenings. For a moment Katsuki was reminded of Izuku, and he bit his lip to keep the grin off of his face. No need to give the old man anything to gossip with the hag about later.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when an unholy screech came from the basement stairs.

“Masa! Is the brat here yet?!”

Katsuki groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he heard his mother stomp up the stairs. He… may or may not have been stalling. It’s not that he didn’t want to see his mother or get the measurements and shit over with, he just knew how she was. When she wanted to know something she would pick and prod and poke at him, in this case possibly literally, until she learned everything she wanted to know. And like he told Kirishima, he didn’t want to jinx anything.

“Sorry Suki, I’ve been hogging him a little,” Katsuki’s dad chuckled. His mom’s face was completely unamused when she turned the corner into the kitchen.

“I’m down in the workshop sweating my tits off and going through fabrics, meanwhile you two chucklefucks are up here having a goddamn tea party,” she scoffed. The twitch to her lip gave her away.

“Nobody told you to start before I even got here, hag,” Katsuki snapped with a snort and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh fuck off,” she said. Katsuki flipped her off, the normalcy of the interaction causing him to relax almost against his will.

“You ready then?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Katsuki followed her down into the basement which doubled as a workshop for when one of his parents (or both of them on occasion) had personal projects they wanted to work on. Without being prompted, he stripped off his sweats, folded his tank top up so his midriff was bare, and moved to the raised platform that was set up.

“Nice to know you remember how this works.”

Katsuki snorted.

“I only did this once or twice a year for the first two decades of my fucking life.”

His parents would never let him wear shit off the rack or mass produced. At one point the hag had literally told him she’d rather die.

“Yeah yeah.”

A tape measure suddenly wrapped around Katsuki’s hips and he almost jumped. He’d kind of expected the interrogation to come before the measuring.

“So,” ah, there it was. “Why’d you need slacks all of a sudden?”

Katsuki shrugged one shoulder lightly, trying to keep still.

“Katsuki.”

He huffed. “I’m not even sure,” he muttered, hoping she would leave it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

Mitsuki’s hands paused for just a moment where she’d stretched the tape measure down the outside of his leg.

“What do you mean?”

Katsuki sighed and did his best to keep from shifting uncontrollably, lest he be stabbed with a pin. It had happened before.

“I mean it’s a fuckin’ surprise.”

“You’re letting someone take you someplace where you need to dress up and you don’t even know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” Katsuki snapped.

The resulting silence had katsuki on edge. His mom came into view, her eyes on where she was measuring, and he was surprised to see a soft smile on her face.

“Can I at least know the name of the person who’s charmed my notoriously difficult son?” She eventually asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would I do that? So you can go run another goddamn background check?”

Mitsuki sighed. “That was one time.”

“It was three times actually but nice fucking try.”

She groaned and Katsuki scoffed.

“I promise I won’t run a background check.”

Katsuki eyed her critically. “I’m supposed to just take your word?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

No. No she hadn’t.

Katsuki sighed. “Midoriya Izuku.”

Mitsuki stiffened, her brows furrowed.

“What?” Katsuki snapped. That was not the reaction he’d expected. He’d expected smugness from getting him to talk about someone he liked. Or even curiosity about the person he liked.

Not this guarded wariness.

At his tone Mitsuki shook her head.

“It’s nothing. What are they like?”

Katsuki eyed his mother with frustration. He knew she had something on her mind, but he also knew she wouldn’t fess up if she didn’t want to. He was the same, after all. So instead of pushing like he wanted to, Katsuki huffed and told his mom about how he met the omega.

If it was important, she’d tell him.

~*~

A little peek into the Bakuhouse. Wonder why Mitsuki got all weird when she found out Izuku’s name. 👀

Also to anyone who’s new to this fic it is gonna be an accidental inc*st fic so pls take care of yourselves. I’d tag it but idk how this place is with that kinda stuff and I don’t want my work removed. 😅

I also have update goals for my fics! The kofi goal for this one is up.

~*~

Katsuki was a little nervous. He hadn’t been sure he’d wanted to bring the omega to this place. SmashBang was his baby. He’d built it from the ground up, even going so far as to get a loan. The hag thought he was nuts. Katsuki remembered the confusion on her face and the way she’d tilted her head as she’d asked why he hadn’t just used the money he earned from the stock he had in their company.

But he wanted to build something himself. Yeah, he knew he’d never really need to work or need to do anything by himself. He knew he’d always have their support, financial and otherwise, but he wanted to be able to look at something and say “I made this myself.”

“What is this place?” Izuku asked, pulling Katsuki out of his thoughts.

“It’s a rage room,” he said with a grin. “You seemed pretty stressed both times I’ve seen you so I thought we could let loose.”

“Oh! I’ve heard of these,” Izuku said. He followed Katsuki as he opened the door for him.

“You ever gone to one before?”

Izuku shook his head and tucked some hair behind his ear. He looked nervous and Katsuki swallowed the tease about popping his Rage Room cherry. It was way too soon for shit like that and he knew it.

“I used to come to these a shit ton as a teenager. It was a great fucking stress reliever,” he turned to the kid behind the counter. “Reservation for Bakugou.”

The guy clicked a few buttons on the computer. “Looks like you prepaid, cool. Follow me.”

They followed the kid to an open door. He gestured inside where there were thick black jumpsuits, face shields, and boxes of facemasks by the door.

“Everything is unisex so choose your size. You guys are in room three,” he pointed down a hallway lined with doors. “I’ll come get you when your time’s up.”

“Thank you,” Izuku said with a smile. Katsuki nodded at the kid, who gave them an awkward thumbs up and went back to the front counter.

“So you said you’ve been to these before?” Izuku asked as he went in and started looking for his size.

“Yep,” Katsuki said. “This is the best one in the city though.”

Izuku raised an eyebrow at him. “I suppose I’ll have to take your word on that. For now.”

“I’ll have you know I’m a fuckin expert on Rage Rooms,” Katsuki snapped playfully. He grinned over at Izuku as he zipped up his jumpsuit and the omega stuck his tongue out at him.

“Sure, Katsuki. Whatever you say, Katsuki.”

Katsuki’s mind immediately sunk into the gutter and he wanted to bash his head into a wall. He wasn’t this much of a knothead, never had been, so what the fuck? What was it about this omega that sent him and his enigma into such a damn tizzy?

He sauntered over to Izuku and looked down his nose at him with exaggerated flare.

“Exactly, whatever I say.”

Izuku smacked him in the stomach with a snort and Katsuki doubled over as the wind was knocked out of him. Damn the little omega was stronger than he looked.

“Goddamn nerd,” Katsuki wheezed. “I was joking.”

Izuku grinned and grabbed a facemask, shield already on his head, and left the room. Katsuki grinned, grabbed his own stuff and followed.

~*~*~

Izuku hoped it didn’t look like he’d fled. He had, but he didn’t want Katsuki to know that. He was so embarrassed about smacking him like that. That’s something he’d do to Shouto or Ochako or even Hitoshi. People he’d known for years that he was comfortable with.

Katsuki caught up to Izuku right when he was turning the knob on the burnt orange door with a metallic black 3 on it.

“Oh wow,” Izuku breathed.

Against one wall were targets with numbers, there was a table piled high with different types of glass and porcelain, another long table had a few computer monitors and there was a tv mounted on another wall.

Katsuki put his hand at the small of Izuku’s back and nudged him forward gently, closing the door behind them.

“Do you wanna throw shit or smash shit?”

Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes and the alpha pointed out a couple different types of baseball bats.

“Oh, um…” Izuku pinched his lower lip between his fingers and looked back at his options. “Maybe throw shit? This is weird for me,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Why?” Katsuki led him to the table.

“Well omegas are generally encouraged to be soft and sweet and chaste and-“

Katsuki’s derisive snort cut him off.

“Yeah, no. I get what you’re saying, and I’m sure you’re right, shit you’d know better than me, but that stereotype of ‘the perfect omega’ would bore the fuck out of me. Just be yourself, ok?”

Izuku felt warm. He knew it wasn’t a compliment, not really, but it felt like one. Katsuki actually seemed like he wanted to get to know Izuku, not just as some omega he thought was cute but as himself.

“Ok.”

Katsuki nodded. “Good. Now pick something to throw, picture the person you hate the most, and throw it like you’re trying to break it on their face.”

“K-Katsuki!” Izuku squeaked, scandalized.

Katsuki just grinned wider.

“What? It doesn’t hurt anyone. And it’s so fucking satisfying, watch.”

Katsuki picked up a beer bottle by the neck, cocked his arm back and threw it at the target. Izuku had to admit that the sound of it shattering was way more satisfying than he’d expected.

“Who’d you think of?” Izuku asked.

Katsuki grinned over at him. “This fucking moronic waste of oxygen I came across at work this week. Dumbass lit a candle and wound up leaving the house. Surprise fucking surprise it caught something else on fire because nobody was watching it.”

Izuku winced. “Did anyone get hurt?”

“No. Thankfully someone just walking by happened to see the fire through a window and called it in. But it could have been really fucking bad.”

Izuku shivered. “Your job seems scary.”

“It can be,” Katsuki shrugged. Then he picked up a hollow glass ball of some sort and handed it to Izuku. “Your turn.”

Izuku swallowed and lifted it in his hands.

“Think of someone you really can’t stand.”

Immediately Hitoshi’s ex, Monoma Neito came to mind.

“You’ve got someone in mind. I can see it on your face,” Katsuki sounded delighted and Izuku didn’t know how to take that. “Tell me about ‘em.”

“My friend’s ex,” Izuku said. “Hitoshi and I have known each other since high school and then here comes Monoma the freaking jerk acting like I’m trying to steal Hitoshi from him or something.”

“Wow, he said that to you?” Katsuki’s tone was goading, Izuku could hear it, but he was getting so mad that he rose to the taunt anyway.

“Yes! But I never told Toshi because I knew he’d break up with Monoma and I didn’t want him to think he was right! And then!” Izuku was on a roll now. He squeezed the glass ball between his hands as he spoke. “Then he cheated on my friend and had the absolute audacity to blame him and accuse him of cheating first! With me!”

Katsuki looked a little dazed for a moment, and Izuku would probably feel bad for dumping all of this on him later, but he’d literally asked. Then he pointed to the target on the wall and grinned.

“Throw the damn glass like it’s his face, Freckles.”

Izuku growled, cocked his arm back and threw the glass as hard as he could. It shattered against the wall and it was even more satisfying than when Katsuki had done it.

“Oh,” he said, panting. Izuku turned around to face Katsuki again, grinning. “You were right, that felt great.”

“You looked like you enjoyed that,” Katsuki said. His voice was raspy and Izuku swore it was a little deeper for a moment but then he cleared his throat and tossed him a bottle from the pile. “Do it again.”

Izuku’s grin sharpened.

~*~

Izuku had no idea what to wear, and Bakugou would be picking him up in less than twenty minutes.

Shouto was no help whatsoever, not that Izuku was surprised. Shouto always had a strange sort of confidence about himself. He was exactly who he was and he’d never understood the need to impress others that so many people had.

Izuku envied him that trait. He was still growing out of his people pleaser phase, allowing himself to be more demanding and set firmer boundaries than he’d set his whole life. The Izuku from a few years ago wouldn’t even recognize who he was now. But the Izuku from a few years ago probably wouldn’t have gotten a date with a hot firefighter alpha. Maybe an alpha.

Izuku whined as he looked down at his phone as his thoughts brought him back to his dilemma. He’d texted Katsuki to ask where they were going so he could try to figure out what he should wear, but the firefighter hadn’t responded yet.

Just as Izuku was contemplating seppuku, his phone vibrated in his hands.

>>I’m not gonna spoil the damn surprise, but dress comfortably.

Izuku sighed. It wasn’t really enough info, but it would have to do.

He settled for stirrup leggings, and a loose pink crop top. It was autumn, and the air was starting to cool, so he set his coat by the door along with his usual red high tops. He’d done his hair much earlier, knowing he’d have to wet it to define his curls, then style it, and then blow dry it before he left for his date. Izuku had also winged his eyeliner and put on mascara, but decided against anything more this time.

He had time to drink some water before there was a knock on the door.

Bakugou had looked good both times Izuku had seen him, in his firefighter’s uniform, and his lounge clothes respectively, but there was something about seeing him cleaned up a bit that gave Izuku the tingles.

He wore a long sleeved black henley, dark wash blue jeans and black ankle boots. He looked like a snack and Izuku was suddenly starving.

“H-hi Bakugou-kun,” Izuku said, his face heating.

“Katsuki is fine,” the alpha said with a grin. “You look good.”

He held out a small bouquet of flowers, ears turning pink as he did so. The bouquet was gorgeous, and unusual in the best way. It had orange roses, baby’s breath, and green carnations wrapped in white paper.

“Oh, Katsuki, they're so pretty!” Izuku pressed his hands to his burning cheeks before he reached out and took the bouquet with a smile. “I’m sure I have a vase around here, come in for a second while I check.”

~*~

Katsuki smiled and stepped into the entryway, allowing the door to shut behind him. He stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the closed door as he watched the omega putter around the apartment.

He looked cute, the pink making him look soft and innocent but the lithe muscles of his arms a direct contradiction. The little nerd wasn’t overdressed thank fuck. Katsuki was a little worried he’d have to spoil the surprise to get the little omega to wear something appropriate.

When he bent over to look under the sink, Katsuki had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. Good god that ass could not be real. His teeth ached with the urge to bite and his dick pulsed between his legs as he imagined how it would feel.

Katsuki looked away quickly before his fantasies got out of hand and embarrassed him. He pulled out his phone and started a game of solitaire to distract himself for a moment.

When he looked up again, the little omega had put his flowers in a vase and was in the process of taking a picture on his phone.

Once done, he turned around and smiled at Katsuki, who fought the urge to squint. He padded over towards the door, towards Katsuki, and slipped his shoes on. Katsuki grabbed his jacket to help him into it, his parents raised a gentleman goddammit, and smirked down at him when he noticed his red cheeks.

“Can I get a hint?”