Something Behind Those Eyes

Leaving And Taking My Easy-Bake Oven With Me

"Okay, let me get this straight," Mina said, gesturing with her hands. "Izuku has your jacket and that somehow translates to you two fucking?"

"Yes, god don't fucking pester me," Katsuki snarled.

"Ribbit. I don't think we're pestering," Tsuyu said. "You're the one who said it like that. Ribbit."

"Yeah! And besides, look at what you've done. You've killed Hanta!" Denki exclaimed, waving in Hanta's direction.

"Bro, bro," Hanta said, despairingly. "Why are you so calm?!"

"What the hell do you mean?! I'm just as fucking confused as you are, idiot!" Katsuki yelled back.

"How do you just not know you fucked someone?!"

Tenya shook his head, interrupting what was sure to be an endless cycle of anguish. "No. I want more of an explanation. Explain this right now. How did you come to that conclusion?"

Katsuki threw his hands up. "I was drunk! I don't remember shit! I woke up in my bed naked with someone's scent all around and my fucking jacket gone. Exactly what fucking conclusion would you come to, four eyes?!"

"Speaking of scents-" Ochako started.

"Are we just gonna ignore half of what he just said? Like about-" Hanta asked.

"Yes, geez, dude, get with the program," Denki responded, working hard to hide his amusement.

"As I was saying: scents. Izuku smelled pretty funky," Ochako finished.

"A perfect strategy for evasion. So far, no one has recognized him unless they have seen his face," Shoto elaborated.

"Well," Denki said, ready to fuel the fire just for kicks. "Got any theories on that, smart guy?"

Shoto put his hand up to his chin in thought and nodded, expression serious. Eijiro shot Denki a disapproving look, already knowing what he was trying to do.

"My first idea: a secret passion for-"

"Yeah, no, we're not going there," Eijiro cut Shoto off, shooting another glare at Denki before abruptly turning on Katsuki. "I'm curious, exactly when did this happen?"

"Deku's twentieth birthday. When did you think, idiot?" Katsuki threw back.

Eijiro had never before done mental math with such sheer attentiveness.

Looking Denki dead in the eyes, Eijiro said, deadpan, "Well, shit then."

Having already deemed clean language a lost cause, Tenya ignored the profanity and instead looked as if he was about to resume his interrogation of Katsuki, but was interrupted by Katsuki's growl of, "Not another word, four eyes. The nerd knows better than to still be wandering around, I'm going home for now. Do whatever the hell you want."

"I hate to agree with an Easy-Bake Oven, but it would be for the best that we resume our gathering at another time, perhaps tomorrow morning should suffice?" Shoto queried lightly, pulling out a pair of pink oval sunglasses and slipping them onto his face.

Katsuki glared and stomped off, having long since outgrown the need to punch in Shoto's nose for breathing too loudly.

~

Eijiro pulled Denki away from the group.

Dragged, really. Denki was quite eager to resume hearing what Shoto had to say.

"Geez, I know we don't need to stick around for the gossip since we're in the know, but you don't need to be so eager to get away," Denki complained.

Pulling Denki into a department store to ensure they were out of their friends line of sight, Eijiro said, "Well, yeah, because apparently we're a lot more in the know than we first thought."

"I have no idea what that means- but look!" Denki snatched a pair of children's shoes off a shelf. "These are adorable. We're buying them. For Katsuji. We have to! We're his only uncles as of right now! We'd be terrible uncles not to," Denki pouted.

"Okay we'll get them, they'd totally bring out his eyes, yeah we should definitely get them. We have to, it's for a good reason," Eijiro agreed, just as easily distracted by his new found duties as an uncle as Denki.

"Cute shoes aside, this whole situation? Definitely pretty sus," Eijiro blurted, face inscrutable.

Denki's initial reaction was to simply raise his eyebrows. "Okay. . .? Why's that?"

"Well think about it, Katsuki and Izuku go all whatever-"

"They fondued," Denki stage whispered, quick to jump at the chance to make a movie reference.

"Yeah, that," here Eijiro pointed at Denki. "Then Izuku skedaddles on outta town-"

"The fondue was bad and he didn't want to hurt his Kacchan's ego," Denki shrugged, unperturbed.

Eijiro didn't dignify that with a response, instead continuing on his path to enlighten Denki.

"He leaves town and has a baby. A freaking baby. Takes two to make one. Well, most of the time. The math adds up!" Eijiro pointed out.

The Wii music playing on loop in Denki's head clearly must have come to a stop.

"You mean... Katsuji's alpha is Lord freaking Explosion Murder?!" Denki demanded.

"It makes sense! Be honest, that blond hair sure did look familiar."

Denki let out a long sigh. "What kind of crazy shit have we gotten involved in?"

"You wanted something crazy like one of Shoto's theories? Goes to show that you should be careful what you wish for," Eijiro laughed and bumped his hip into Denki's.

"Nah," Denki shot back and grasped Eijiro's hand. "I'd go through worse for those two. Those three, actually."

~

Denki: B E T R A Y A L

Denki: can't believe you pulled another runaway trick on us ya sneaky bastard

Izuku: I promised not to run away if I NEEDED you, not if I saw you guys on the street somewhere

Denki: okay yeah I guess you got me there

Denki: don't mean I like it tho

~

Izuku slipped through the crack in the door, careful not to let it creak. He tiptoed over to the small pup's bed and peeked at the face smooshed into the pillow, All Might's blinding smile peering through ash blond hair.

Must've been my pillowcase

Izuku reached over and turned the baby monitor off, setting down the carrier on the floor under the desk, outside of the get stepped on by excited baby or rushed mother zone. He peeled the plastic back off his skin and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it on the desk. Grabbing his bag from the end of his bed, he changed into pajamas and got comfortable in the bed with Katsuji.

Izuku released enough scent to rid himself of the fake scent spray and rested his head on the pillow, his face next to the toddler's head.

Eyes locked on blond hair, Izuku dug the heels of his palms into his eyes as the tears began to fall.