Chapter 9

                                    

                                          


The voting will be closed tomorrow at 8:00 pm! A lot of people have voted on both boys, so, I figured out a bit of a compromise(?). The dude who gets the most votes will top at the first smut. And after he does, I'll make the other top on a later occasion. So both will get a chance! Is that alright??
                          
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"We have four hours to spare brat," Mitsuki snapped, looking irked by Katsuki's angry chewing. "Calm the fuck down." 
                          
But no, he didn't calm down. 
                          
Instead, he shoved more ham in his mouth, glaring daggers back into the same angry eyes that belonged to his mom. "Katsuki," Masaru weakly reprimanded as he sighed. Mr. Bakugou looked at both of them pleadingly as they had their usual stare down. It's a thing that happens every morning during breakfast.
                          
His son always ate like that considering he has an extremely hectic schedule, filled with meetings, modeling gigs, and a bit of business partner ship. It was strange to him that he actually has a legit day off; considering when he does take a break, he resides in his room like a hermit doing stacks and stacks of paperwork. 
                          
He wasn't used to relaxing; always busying his hands when he gets the chance. Fiddling with pens, drumming his fingers impatiently, clenching and unclenching his fists around his red, heart shaped stress ball that he carries around daily. 
It irritated Mitsuki to no end, while Masaru simply brushed the actions off as little quirks about himself. 
                          
Masaru's mind drifted onto the situation last night. You know, when he found out about the hickeys.

                          
He felt embarrassed to see Mitsuki laughing madly as she wildly gestured to the evidence that confirmed the rumors circulating around the media (even though he hoped it was true.). He was happy for his son; proud that he finally and genuinely likes someone. 
                          
You see, Katsuki is a very, very stubborn person. He had the same exact personality like his mom, Mitsuki, him looking like a younger and male version of her. 
                          
It resulted to a lot of.. Bickering. Since their personality clashes a lot. What was evident is the fact the most of the time, both parties were play fighting. Challenges like "who could eat the most marshmallows before Masaru gets home" made Mr. Bakugou chuckle. They both have an unbelievable amount of strong will which was usually mixed with the burning anger that resides in them.
                          
Unfortunately, Masaru couldn't really compete with their temper; from that, he was known to be the family's mediator, coming between the two before the friendly bickering turns into a full-blown fight. 
                          
But, Fortunately now, both parties have this soft spot for Masaru; almost always reluctantly obeying him when they hear his small, pleading voice over their sea of raging emotions. 
                          
Today wasn't any different.
                          
"Hon, Katsuki," he muttered hesitantly. "Please don't.."
                          
Almost instantly, their attention turned to Masaru, Mr. Bakugou almost squeaking in surprise at the sight of a fuming Mitsuki and an Angered Katsuki, both having literal murder in their eyes. But after they saw his terrified expression, they both calmed down, slumping back on their chairs with a synchronized motion of crossing their arms and glaring at each other. 
                          
Masaru awkwardly chuckled, breaking the tension as he attempted to start a conversation. 
                          
"S-so, you're both meeting Midoriya, correct?" "Yeah. Why won't you come?" Katsuki questioned him, eyes softening a slight bit. Masaru quickly took note at the sudden change of demeanor when he mentioned Izuku. "I can't.. I have a meeting, Katsu. Plus, I don't want to overwhelm him. I'll just meet him next time." Masaru gently smiled as Mitsuki snorted. "Damn fuckers won't even give a well-deserved break. I'll show them." 
"Language, dear," Masaru sighed.