Safe and Sound (Katsuki Bakugou AgeRe)

Dysphoria (w/ Big Bro Shinsou + Papa Mic)

CW for dysphoria!!

"Hey, Kat," Hitoshi says, ruffling his little brother's hair. He notices that he's reading from one of Eri's children's books. "You having a small morning, buddy?" Katsuki nods.

"Eri and Papa hadda go shoppin' for new dresses," he informs Hitoshi.

He already knew about this, of course, Yamada had told him last night, but it's good to give Katsuki tasks when he's regressed, even something as simple as passing along information. Hitoshi nods.

"Thanks for telling me," he says.

"Bubba?"

"Mhm?"

"I miss Daddy," Katsuki says softly.

Aizawa is currently away on a month-long business trip. Whatever he's dealing with is top-secret information, so none of them really know if he's safe or not- not even Yamada. The only thing they have to assure themselves are the nightly video chats that they receive from him. It's been especially hard on Katsuki.

"I know," Hitoshi sighs. "I miss him too, kid."

"When's he comin' back?" Katsuki asks, like he does every morning. Hitoshi smiles.

"Eighteen more days," he says.

"That's a loooooong time."

"One day less then yesterday," he recites. If there's one thing he'll miss from Aizawa's absence, it'll be this little routine of theirs.

"Mm," Katsuki shrugs. "... You wanna make breakfast?" He asks. Hitoshi chuckles.

"Yeah, kid. I'll make you some breakfast."

- - -

"I'm comin' to get ya!" Hitoshi growls, stalking after Katsuki. The blonde shrieks, grinning as he runs into the living room.

Hitoshi can't help himself from laughing as he stomps in behind him, hands stretched outward and fingers wiggling. He sees a little tuft of blonde hair peeking out from behind the couch, and immediately looks away.

"Hmm... where is he?" He asks loudly. Katsuki giggles from his hiding spot. "Is he... under the table?" He asks, making a show of bending down and looking under the coffee table.

He can hear Katsuki's breathing all the way across the room. He must've ran fast!

"Is he... under the couch cushion?" He asks, lifting up the pillowed seat. He can practically feel Katsuki tense up, shaking with pent up laughter. "Hmm... not there..."

Katsuki suddenly coughs, and Hitoshi pounces on him, lifting him into the air. The blonde yelps in alarm before busting a gut, squirming in Hitoshi's grip. The taller boy throws him down on the couch, tickling his sides.

"Found you!!" He roars, digging his fingers into Katsuki's armpits. The shorter boy shrieks.

"S-Stop, Bubba!" He cries, laughter bubbling happily from his mouth.

His breathing sounds a bit strangled. Hitoshi falters for a moment at the wheezing sound, but chocks it up to the tickling.

"I'm going to eat you up!" He growls, lifting Katsuki's shirt to blow a raspberry on his stomach. Katsuki squirms, nearly kicking him in the stomach when he realizes his fate.

"N-Not my tummy!" He shrieks, smile nearly splitting his face in two. Hitoshi ignores his pretend whining, blowing as hard as he can.

Katsuki flails, laughter shaking him so hard he nearly falls off the couch. Hitoshi grins over him, finally letting him go.