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Katsuki was out on patrol, but it was Shouto's day off. Shouto had decided to go hang out with Bakugou's parents since his own parents sucked. He liked Mitsuki and Masaru. And they liked him.
Mitsuki treated Shouto like he was her own child. She didn't know how the hell her son pulled such a sweet boy when he's literally the devil incarnate, but she didn't care.
Masaru was more than happy to step up as a father figure for Shouto. He was gentle with him, and Shouto appreciated that. He had to leave for work today, though, so now it was just Shouto and Mitsuki.
“Are you alright, Shouto?” Mitsuki questioned, bringing over the tea she'd made.
“My stomach hurts.” Shouto replied, a small frown on his face.
“Hm, this tea should help.” Mitsuki set the tray down on the coffee table and poured it into two cups.
“Thank you, Mitsuki.” Shouto mumbled, putting cream and sugar in his tea and stirring it. He took a sip of it, humming softly. A grimace crossed his face.
Mitsuki looked Shouto up and down, trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong. Then her eyes landed on his pants. “Shouto, sweetheart, you're bleeding.”
“Huh?” Shouto looked down at his pants, realization flashing on his face. “Oh! Oh no!” He set his cup down and stood up from the couch. There was blood on Mitsuki’s white couch. “Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I'll get this cleaned up right away.” He squeaked. The poor boy’s face was bright red. He looked so embarrassed.
“No no, don't be sorry. It's okay. I'm not upset.” Mitsuki shook her head. “Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom. I've got some supplies in there. I'll get you a pair of pants that Katsuki left behind.”
Shouto hurried off to the bathroom.
Mitsuki made quick work of cleaning up the couch and then she went to retrieve the pants from Katsuki's old room. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Shouto, I have pants.”
Shouto opened the door and took the pants from her before closing it again. “Thank you.” He changed into them. He emerged from the bathroom, his lower lip quivering.
Mitsuki's expression softened. “Oh no, don't cry, baby.” She wrapped her arms around Shouto and held his head against her chest. “Everything is okay.”
Shouto sniffled, pulling himself together.
“Oi, hag, have you seen Shouto?” Katsuki slammed the door shut behind himself.
“He's here, you brat!” Mitsuki snapped back.
“Aye! Halfie, have you heard of answering your damn phone?!” Katsuki huffed. “I didn't know where you were or if you got lost like an idiot again!”
“Sorry, Katsuki.” Shoto mumbled, looking over at his boyfriend with teary eyes.
Katsuki's heart nearly stopped. “Shit, Shou, what's wrong?”
“I'm just embarrassed.” Shouto shook his head, pulling away from Mitsuki. “I bled on your mom's couch.”
Bakugou didn't even need to ask why. He walked over, slipping his arm around Shouto's waist. “Well, how about you and I go pick something up for lunch and then we can do whatever you want.”
Shouto's face lit up. “Whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want, Icy Hot.”