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Katsuki rushed to the hospital after getting a call from Kazuku's school informing him that his son had apparently fallen off the stairs and twisted his ankle.
And thus he found himself for the second time this month in Todoroki's General Hospital emergency room.
Kirishima said something in the background about being uncle and that it was not manly, but he could just stare at his five year old son trying to put a brave front while the doctor checked his swollen ankle, with tears in his eyes but he saw how hard his little angel was trying to stay determined. He had seen this in a face with constellations of freckles, and beautiful green eyes cherub.
'Hey there champ, dad's here, you have been so strong. ' he got down to his knee and looked into his son's dark green eyes, reminding him of a different eye all together. Caressing his Kazuku's still squishy cheeks.
'I am okay dad, it wasn't much, do you know Shouto gave me a candy? He also said I will be the next No. 1 hero. But I want to be a surgeon, like heck I want to be a hero, too much work and too much extras questioning, I will be a surgeon dad, Shouto even said I could work in his hospital, now how cool is that.' And yeah there was his son's beautiful smile, a version of his own if he smiled, which he hasn't since his childhood.
'Yeah Bakugou, your son won't be a creepy hero, he will be next Mr Blackjack, right buddy? ' Icyhot smiled at Kazuku. While ruffling his ash blonde hair.
'Yep, a very manly surgeon.' Kirishima piped in.
'He will be whatever he wants no matter what the world says is what he shitting gonna be, a surgeon, pilot dancer, what-F-ing ever.' This got his son giggling while he took the candy from Kirishima's hand.
'Doc, how is he?'
'Nothing bad, his xrays luckily don't show fracture, it is just ligament tear, will hurt a bit but he should be back to normal in week or two, will give a contraption, use ice packs, keep the leg on pillow and viola you will be good as normal and no school if you want for few days.' The doctor smiled while looking Kazuku.
'Mr. Bakugou, can I talk to you for a minute?' He nodded and followed him out of the room. 'We believe while there is nothing lasting this time around, his frequent visits worry me it may be a case of bullying and you and I know how bad quirkless people are treated. ' Yeah ask him, they aren't even considered important for their death to be probed.
'I will take it very seriously, none of those kids or their parents will be spared for touching my kid' and it was the calm icy tone which was probably scarier. 'If that's all.'
'Wait! We were also doing a full body check up just to be sure and we found an anomaly related to his brain, probably nothing to panic but we will suggest you to Dr. Nanashi Yamada Taro, he is a genius brain surgeon. An elusive but, I am sure as a No. 1 Hero he will make time. Dr. Nanashi is like the best we have.'
Katsuki felt like it just couldn't get better, his anger management classes helped but how was he supposed to react to his son possibly being ill. First with the dumb bullies and now this. Well it didn't matter those runts will be expelled and if he had his way they will be in correctional centre with little to no future. He just had a few calls to make.
And looking at his son laughing and pulling Shitty Hair's Shitty hair while Icy Hot made dumb faces was too precious to lose. He will have his way with this school, like he had warned last time and then he will meet Doc whatever, who the fuck calls themselves Japanese John Doe for fucks sake.