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thinking about katsuki being the strict, ‘tough love’ kind of father. the one who took his belt off in the name of discipline and yelled at his daughter over the littlest things.
now she’s a teenager, closer to eijirou than she ever has been to him, and he regrets it all.
thinking about katsuki being the strict, ‘tough love’ kind of father. the one who took his belt off in the name of discipline and yelled at his daughter over the littlest things.
now she’s a teenager, closer to eijirou than she ever has been to him, and he regrets it all.
she tells him all about her life, about the boy she likes and the cute clothes she bought at the mall because she knows he wouldn’t immediately make her question her choices.
he’s supportive of it all, tells her to do what makes her happy because she’ll only ever be young once.
he’s supportive of it all, tells her to do what makes her happy because she’ll only ever be young once.
and katsuki’s watching silently from the living room, eyes casted down because she wouldn’t dare admit that she had her first kiss to him. not that he blames her.
he made a lot of mistakes, a lot of what he did was wrong, but what’s done is done. there’s no taking it back.
he made a lot of mistakes, a lot of what he did was wrong, but what’s done is done. there’s no taking it back.
it weighs on him every day.
while taking off his belt, even now he freezes, the phantom echo of sobbing in his ears even if no one’s around.
eijirou tells him that it’s okay. they’re older. she knows the difference between ‘discipline’ and ‘abuse’.
but he’s not convinced.
while taking off his belt, even now he freezes, the phantom echo of sobbing in his ears even if no one’s around.
eijirou tells him that it’s okay. they’re older. she knows the difference between ‘discipline’ and ‘abuse’.
but he’s not convinced.
one night, he drinks just a little too much after work. dozes off on the couch while waiting up for eijirou, but wakes up to the door opening by his little girl.
when he notices her, she freezes, breathing hitched.
“d... dad?”
he wants to be mad at her. it’s midnight.
when he notices her, she freezes, breathing hitched.
“d... dad?”
he wants to be mad at her. it’s midnight.
what is she doing coming home so late without telling him where she was, who she was with, and what they were going to do? does she think she’s grown? that she can do as she pleases?
but another part, a bigger part, of him hates how she looks at him with fear in her eyes.
but another part, a bigger part, of him hates how she looks at him with fear in her eyes.
his daughter, his pride and joy, the only girl he would ever want to give the world to, is shaking in her boots from looking at him... and he did that.
he hurt her and called it a lesson, now everything she does is with bated breath, a look over her shoulder, and a racing heart.
he hurt her and called it a lesson, now everything she does is with bated breath, a look over her shoulder, and a racing heart.
“c’mere.” he murmured, and she walked up to him as he patted his hand against the spot right next to him. “i wanna talk.”
“a-are you drunk?”
“hmm? no. no, i’m fine.” he promised, and she sat down beside him.
“are you mad?”
“where were you?” he wondered, and she hesitated.
“a-are you drunk?”
“hmm? no. no, i’m fine.” he promised, and she sat down beside him.
“are you mad?”
“where were you?” he wondered, and she hesitated.
“my friend’s—“
“i know that’s a lie. you have a hickey right here.” his finger tapped against his own neck, and her hand immediately covered it. “where were you?”
“i... i went on a date... with a boy...” she answered, and he nodded slowly while pulling her into him.
“i know that’s a lie. you have a hickey right here.” his finger tapped against his own neck, and her hand immediately covered it. “where were you?”
“i... i went on a date... with a boy...” she answered, and he nodded slowly while pulling her into him.
katsuki’s still drowsy. still heavy with sleep and alcohol, but he can talk. he can listen.
he can hold her close and feel the weight of his regrets suffocate him because his ‘little girl’ isn’t so little anymore now that he’s looking at her. years having passed by just seconds.
he can hold her close and feel the weight of his regrets suffocate him because his ‘little girl’ isn’t so little anymore now that he’s looking at her. years having passed by just seconds.
“where did he take you?”
“arcade... then we went and got dinner... he-he asked me to stay the night and i was! but then he uh... i-i got uncomfortable so his older sister drove me home... that’s why i’m here.” she explained.
“what did he do to make you uncomfortable?” he asked.
“arcade... then we went and got dinner... he-he asked me to stay the night and i was! but then he uh... i-i got uncomfortable so his older sister drove me home... that’s why i’m here.” she explained.
“what did he do to make you uncomfortable?” he asked.
it’s scarily calm for the dropping feeling in his gut as he watches her pick at her cuticles and click her nails together.
“why are you interrogating me?” she changed the subject, and he held her hand while looking at her red nails. “i-i want to go to my roo—“
“what did he do?”
“why are you interrogating me?” she changed the subject, and he held her hand while looking at her red nails. “i-i want to go to my roo—“
“what did he do?”
she looked up at him, and he met her cherry eyes before tucking some of her black hair behind her ear.
“i’m not mad.” he promised, but she didn’t seem convinced as her hand squeezed his. “princess, why are you coming home at midnight? i just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“i’m not mad.” he promised, but she didn’t seem convinced as her hand squeezed his. “princess, why are you coming home at midnight? i just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“i’m fine, dad. please. i-i don’t want to talk about it.” she begged, and he sighed.
“why do you talk to your father and not me?” he whispered, and she froze beside him. “you’d tell him, wouldn’t you? eijirou always gets to know about your life. i don’t even know my own kid.”
“why do you talk to your father and not me?” he whispered, and she froze beside him. “you’d tell him, wouldn’t you? eijirou always gets to know about your life. i don’t even know my own kid.”
his thumb raked over her thumb nail.
“is your favorite color red?” he wondered, a lump forming in his throat as she took her hand away from him. “do you like... romance movies? comedies? are you popular in school? what’s your best friend’s name? can you tell me your dream job?”
“is your favorite color red?” he wondered, a lump forming in his throat as she took her hand away from him. “do you like... romance movies? comedies? are you popular in school? what’s your best friend’s name? can you tell me your dream job?”
katsuki shifted in his seat, and she hid her hands in her lap, a habit he has seen time and time again.
when she has something to say but won’t, both hands push between her thighs. thumbs twiddling.
“i don’t know my own daughter.” he said to himself, and her shoulders shook.
when she has something to say but won’t, both hands push between her thighs. thumbs twiddling.
“i don’t know my own daughter.” he said to himself, and her shoulders shook.
“you... you’re always in your room or gone. i’m always working. when i do see you, you don’t talk to me—not the way you do with your father.”
the rough pad of his thumb wiped away a tear as it dripped down her cheek, and he rubbed the wetness between his fingers. heartbroken.
the rough pad of his thumb wiped away a tear as it dripped down her cheek, and he rubbed the wetness between his fingers. heartbroken.
“i’m so sorry.” he finally, finally got out as their eyes met. “my baby, my angel, the things i did... you’re scared of me, aren’t you?”
she didn’t answer, which means she’s afraid to tell the truth. to see him lash out.
“you don’t trust me, and i can’t fucking believe i...”
she didn’t answer, which means she’s afraid to tell the truth. to see him lash out.
“you don’t trust me, and i can’t fucking believe i...”
reeling his hand back, he looked down at his own lap.
“i’m sorry, babygirl, for making you think that i-i can’t be trusted. that i’ll hurt you and yell at you if you do something that i don’t approve of.” he choked out, his own tears of regret and frustration filling his eyes.
“i’m sorry, babygirl, for making you think that i-i can’t be trusted. that i’ll hurt you and yell at you if you do something that i don’t approve of.” he choked out, his own tears of regret and frustration filling his eyes.
katsuki, in all her life, has never been anything but a hard ass. always the voice of reason rather than fun, the authority rather than friend.
he hardly smiled and admitted when things were are troubling him, making himself out to be indestructible.
but that’s breaking.
he hardly smiled and admitted when things were are troubling him, making himself out to be indestructible.
but that’s breaking.
he’s breaking.
“god dammit,” he croaked, leaning away from her and into his hands. both elbows on his knees.
“i should have left back then.”
“dad? wh-what are you saying?” she stammered, and he sobbed into his hands as the hazy memory with eijirou flashed through his mind.
“god dammit,” he croaked, leaning away from her and into his hands. both elbows on his knees.
“i should have left back then.”
“dad? wh-what are you saying?” she stammered, and he sobbed into his hands as the hazy memory with eijirou flashed through his mind.
“you were eight and i-i just finished spanking you with my-my belt and you—fuck.”
he covered his mouth with his hand while looking at the floor.
“y-you said you wished that you had a-a dad who d-didn’t hit you and i... i should have left. i packed, but eijirou told me to stay.”
he covered his mouth with his hand while looking at the floor.
“y-you said you wished that you had a-a dad who d-didn’t hit you and i... i should have left. i packed, but eijirou told me to stay.”
thinking about it makes him wish he was more drunk. that he hadn’t slept off most of his haze.
“i should have left; you’d be happier without me.” he hiccuped, and a soft hand settled in his shoulder. “you’d come out of your room more, open up more, stop apologizing so often...”
“i should have left; you’d be happier without me.” he hiccuped, and a soft hand settled in his shoulder. “you’d come out of your room more, open up more, stop apologizing so often...”
“dad, d-don’t say that.”
“it’s your child’s happiness and health first, and i know you would have been better off without me in the picture.” he repeated. “is it too late, babygirl?”
when she didn’t answer, he took a shaky breath.
“is it too late to make up for what i did?”
“it’s your child’s happiness and health first, and i know you would have been better off without me in the picture.” he repeated. “is it too late, babygirl?”
when she didn’t answer, he took a shaky breath.
“is it too late to make up for what i did?”
silence followed, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
“if i... if i left the picture...” he swallowed as a fresh wave of tears washed over his burning eyes, “would that make you more comfortable in your own home?”
he doesn’t mean it. or maybe he does. he’s not sure.
“if i... if i left the picture...” he swallowed as a fresh wave of tears washed over his burning eyes, “would that make you more comfortable in your own home?”
he doesn’t mean it. or maybe he does. he’s not sure.
but what he does know is he’s not breathing as he waits for her answer. both hands now clasped in front of him.
“dad, you... you can’t...” she trailed off quietly, voice thick as she gulped.
“i can...” he answered, and the hand on his shoulder slowly slid down his arm.
“dad, you... you can’t...” she trailed off quietly, voice thick as she gulped.
“i can...” he answered, and the hand on his shoulder slowly slid down his arm.
“just say the word.”
part of him needs her to tell him to pack his bags and go, that she’ll never forgive him for all the years of hurting her.
he’s desperate to finally sate the voice in his head that’s telling him to stop trying when she’ll never get over what he did.
part of him needs her to tell him to pack his bags and go, that she’ll never forgive him for all the years of hurting her.
he’s desperate to finally sate the voice in his head that’s telling him to stop trying when she’ll never get over what he did.
but another part is begging that she asks him to stay, that they can fix what he fucked up.
maybe they both need therapy. if so, he’ll book the appointment.
but she doesn’t say anything, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. in the place that made him drink himself asleep.
maybe they both need therapy. if so, he’ll book the appointment.
but she doesn’t say anything, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. in the place that made him drink himself asleep.
soft fingers held his wrist, and he glanced down at the curled fingers before leaning into her. caving under the weight of such a dainty little touch.
katsuki’s arms wrapped around her, and she held on to him, both of their tears soaking one another’s shirts.
katsuki’s arms wrapped around her, and she held on to him, both of their tears soaking one another’s shirts.
“i-i don’t have any reason to be hurting,” he stifled a sob, knowing full well that he was at fault. that he made his bed and he has to lie in it.
the consequences of hurting his kid is being left alone in the dark as she learns to not need him anymore, he knows that much.
the consequences of hurting his kid is being left alone in the dark as she learns to not need him anymore, he knows that much.
she never has to forgive him. she never has to let him fix anything.
“i... i don’t care if y-you never accept my apology...””
katsuki’s entire body trembled as he squeezed her tightly, desperate to feel close to the little girl who, once upon a time, came to him for help.
“i... i don’t care if y-you never accept my apology...””
katsuki’s entire body trembled as he squeezed her tightly, desperate to feel close to the little girl who, once upon a time, came to him for help.
who would shake her little sphere shaped toy while sobbing because it didn’t fit in the triangle shaped hole. or would hold her homework out and ask for help because she couldn’t remember how to carry over a number.
now she can’t even be in the same room as him without shaking.
now she can’t even be in the same room as him without shaking.
her other hand clutched on to his shirt as he kissed the side of her head, cradling the back with his palm.
“i’m sorry.” he repeated, staring down at her dark hair as she shook. “i-i’ll do anything for you, babygirl. just say it.”
katsuki’s hiccuped.
“just say the word.”
“i’m sorry.” he repeated, staring down at her dark hair as she shook. “i-i’ll do anything for you, babygirl. just say it.”
katsuki’s hiccuped.
“just say the word.”
the fist holding his shirt punched his chest, and he pushed his shoulder back to give her more room. more freedom to hit him as she pleased.
“i... i’m scared,” she finally spoke up, and he nodded, “all th-the time.”
his eyes squeezed shut as she gasped, sharp and choked.
“i... i’m scared,” she finally spoke up, and he nodded, “all th-the time.”
his eyes squeezed shut as she gasped, sharp and choked.
“i-i hate being al-lone with you,” she continued, and he nodded as his chest ached even more. “you scare me... just-just being i-in your presence scares me. it’s like one w-wrong move and you’re gonna—“
her voice cut out with a sob, and he felt her fist hit his chest again.
her voice cut out with a sob, and he felt her fist hit his chest again.
and again.
“y-you’ve never said a-anything nice to me,” his daughter recalled, hand going limp against his chest. “it’s never enough. it’s always ‘you can do better’.”
his teeth bit down hard into his own tongue.
“it’s always... ‘i was a-already saving lives at your age’.”
“y-you’ve never said a-anything nice to me,” his daughter recalled, hand going limp against his chest. “it’s never enough. it’s always ‘you can do better’.”
his teeth bit down hard into his own tongue.
“it’s always... ‘i was a-already saving lives at your age’.”
she shook her head while pushing hard against his chest, and when his eyes opened, her eyes were puffy and red, snot glistening underneath her nose.
“i c-can’t breathe without being s-scared someone’s going to yell at me that i’m n-not doing it right or i’m too loud.” she wept.
“i c-can’t breathe without being s-scared someone’s going to yell at me that i’m n-not doing it right or i’m too loud.” she wept.
both hands rubbed her eyes, and a sob wracked her chest as she kept her palms pressed against her face.
“i can’t... let m-myself relax. not even w-with someone i like.”
suddenly, he’s reminded why they’re even here, because she left a boy’s house in the middle of the night.
“i can’t... let m-myself relax. not even w-with someone i like.”
suddenly, he’s reminded why they’re even here, because she left a boy’s house in the middle of the night.
“he’s s-so sweet, but i-i’m so scared that i can’t help but think he’s...”
katsuki shook his head as she looked at him.
“if dad did it...”
“princess,” his voice isn’t a sob, not a whisper, not a croak.
it’s gone. silent. broken from his the lump in his throat and dry mouth.
katsuki shook his head as she looked at him.
“if dad did it...”
“princess,” his voice isn’t a sob, not a whisper, not a croak.
it’s gone. silent. broken from his the lump in his throat and dry mouth.
his hands dropped from her, but she chased after the touch by grabbing his thumb.
immediately, he’s thrown back to when she was still wrapped in a pastel pink blanket with a matching beanie. eyes shut. tiny fingers as big as his fingernail stretching to hold on to his thumb.
immediately, he’s thrown back to when she was still wrapped in a pastel pink blanket with a matching beanie. eyes shut. tiny fingers as big as his fingernail stretching to hold on to his thumb.
her hands are still small against his. still shaking like the world is new and scary and she needs her dad to help.
but he never helped from what she has told him. apparently, he never even taught her how to accept love and breathe.
yet here he is, crying. aching.
pathetic.
but he never helped from what she has told him. apparently, he never even taught her how to accept love and breathe.
yet here he is, crying. aching.
pathetic.
‘i love you,’ he tried to say, but the words don’t come out. they’re lodged in his throat underneath the lump that has yet to leave.
but she held on to him anyways as they sat in the dark of the living room, nothing but the sleeping television screen illuminating the space.
but she held on to him anyways as they sat in the dark of the living room, nothing but the sleeping television screen illuminating the space.
“babygirl, how c-can i fix it?” katsuki repeated, practically inaudible under his labored breath. “what do i have to do?”
“i don’t know...”
he nodded, looking down at their hands as they laid in between them.
even if she hadn’t said it, maybe he should pack his bags and leave.
“i don’t know...”
he nodded, looking down at their hands as they laid in between them.
even if she hadn’t said it, maybe he should pack his bags and leave.
the house is under eijirou’s name, so he doesn’t have to worry about it. his husband makes plenty of money, not that he wouldn’t continuously give him his checks.
he can find an apartment somewhere, let her finish growing up in peace and build better habits without him around.
he can find an apartment somewhere, let her finish growing up in peace and build better habits without him around.
just thinking about it makes his stomach heavier than it has ever felt, but maybe it’s what he deserves. to be alone. to watch from a place where he can’t be around to keep hurting her.
running away has never been his style, and this sounds a lot like giving up in a way.
running away has never been his style, and this sounds a lot like giving up in a way.
but what else is there to do if he doesn’t know where to start the mending? if he leaves her in a constant state of anxiety?
“are you... are you leaving?” she sniffled, and he pulled his hand away from hers.
“i haven’t decided—“
“don’t do th-this to me.” she cut him off.
“are you... are you leaving?” she sniffled, and he pulled his hand away from hers.
“i haven’t decided—“
“don’t do th-this to me.” she cut him off.
he’s taken back by the begging tone, even if it’s not the first time he has heard her say it. his skin crawling at the thought of hurting her anymore.
“don’t l-leave me guessing—are you leaving?” she repeated. “if i go to sleep... will you be g-gone by the time i wake up?”
“don’t l-leave me guessing—are you leaving?” she repeated. “if i go to sleep... will you be g-gone by the time i wake up?”
‘probably,’ he wants to answer.
he’ll tell eijirou about their conversation and not let the man stop him this time. not after this.
“then i won’t.”
his head cocked to the side, and her arms crossed as she held on to herself.
“y-you can’t leave if i don’t go to sleep.”
he’ll tell eijirou about their conversation and not let the man stop him this time. not after this.
“then i won’t.”
his head cocked to the side, and her arms crossed as she held on to herself.
“y-you can’t leave if i don’t go to sleep.”
when she says it like that, it’s almost like she doesn’t want him to go. like she would rather spend each day being afraid instead of in bliss that he’s not going to be around.
his eyes met hers, and while tears were still flooding hers, none spilled over her scarlet cheeks.
his eyes met hers, and while tears were still flooding hers, none spilled over her scarlet cheeks.
“you... still want me here?” he asked unsurely. “all of that, a-and you don’t think you’d be h-happier without me around?”
she stood her ground, not answering but not moving from her spot, and he felt his bottom lip tremble.
“well... papa and i love you, dad.” she said instead.
she stood her ground, not answering but not moving from her spot, and he felt his bottom lip tremble.
“well... papa and i love you, dad.” she said instead.
“what happens to-to our family if you leave?”
he doesn’t hear that part, just his daughter and her quiet, ‘i love you, dad’. soft like she means it, slow like she really wanted him to hear it.
is it bad if he wants to hear it again even if he knows that he doesn’t deserve it?
he doesn’t hear that part, just his daughter and her quiet, ‘i love you, dad’. soft like she means it, slow like she really wanted him to hear it.
is it bad if he wants to hear it again even if he knows that he doesn’t deserve it?
“what?” he whispered, searching her face for any kind of insincerity while caving under his own selfish desire.
“i love you.” she repeated to him, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling though his never ending stream of tears.
how long has it been since he heard that?
“i love you.” she repeated to him, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling though his never ending stream of tears.
how long has it been since he heard that?
they looked at one another, and her head leaned against the back of the couch, hands pushed into her lap.
“i’m not going to bed until you promise me that you won’t leave us.” she decided, and he looked at his hands as her voice dropped.
“don’t make me even more afraid.”
“i’m not going to bed until you promise me that you won’t leave us.” she decided, and he looked at his hands as her voice dropped.
“don’t make me even more afraid.”
he gulped, wondering what the best move would be next. sure, she wants him to stay, but is that what’s for the best?
no one knows better than him that sometimes what’s best isn’t what’s favorable. that sometimes what they want to protect ends up getting hurt in the process.
no one knows better than him that sometimes what’s best isn’t what’s favorable. that sometimes what they want to protect ends up getting hurt in the process.
“i’m scared enough.” she kept her voice soft yet strong. powerful in a way he couldn’t manage himself.
“i don’t want to be scared of going to sleep and waking up.”
katsuki imagined how he would feel in her shoes, and maybe she’s right.
maybe she has always been right.
“i don’t want to be scared of going to sleep and waking up.”
katsuki imagined how he would feel in her shoes, and maybe she’s right.
maybe she has always been right.
but he’s her father, isn’t he always supposed to be right? to know what’s best?
what’s she doing telling him how to be a parent when she has never had kids of her own? been through the things he has and sacrificed what he did for her?
it’s all so confusing. so hard to navigate.
what’s she doing telling him how to be a parent when she has never had kids of her own? been through the things he has and sacrificed what he did for her?
it’s all so confusing. so hard to navigate.
“you don’t want me to leave?” he asked again, and she shook her head. “i don’t want to go either.”
his hand reached out for her, and he pulled his little girl close once more, chuckling sadly as she rested her cheek on his collarbone.
“what’s so funny?” she asked him.
his hand reached out for her, and he pulled his little girl close once more, chuckling sadly as she rested her cheek on his collarbone.
“what’s so funny?” she asked him.
“nothing... nothing about this is funny.” he couldn’t stop himself from laughing once again as he rubbed his wet cheeks with the side of his hand.
“it’s just, i’ve held you more times tonight than-than the last ten years.” he recalled, and she laughed with him. choked and sad.
“it’s just, i’ve held you more times tonight than-than the last ten years.” he recalled, and she laughed with him. choked and sad.
“the last time i had you in my arms, you were getting into grandma’s rosebush and i had to yank you out.” he smiled fondly at the memory.
“i had thorns everywhere. i remember.”
“you idiot.” he accused, kissing her head as a newfound lightness made its way between them.
“i had thorns everywhere. i remember.”
“you idiot.” he accused, kissing her head as a newfound lightness made its way between them.
it’s a new feeling, one he had never felt once with her since she could dress herself and start doing things without his help.
this all feels a lot like the dreams he used to have before he stopped dreaming altogether.
like putting a plank of wood back in the bridge he broke.
this all feels a lot like the dreams he used to have before he stopped dreaming altogether.
like putting a plank of wood back in the bridge he broke.
or pouring just a bucket of wet cement on what will eventually be a foundation.
a step forward in the right direction.
silence followed the death of their gentle laughter, and he smiled as his cheek rested against her head. eyes focused on the couch that had tear stains on it.
a step forward in the right direction.
silence followed the death of their gentle laughter, and he smiled as his cheek rested against her head. eyes focused on the couch that had tear stains on it.
“i’m not going anywhere.” he promised, and she held him tighter. “i’m staying here with you and your father, and i’m going to be the dad you wished i could have been growing up.”
“all i ever wanted was this conversation.” she confessed. “i-i day dream about it every day...”
“all i ever wanted was this conversation.” she confessed. “i-i day dream about it every day...”
“i used to too.”
his hand rubbed her back, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
“but i’d get too scared to ever talk about how i felt with you. i thought you’d hate me...” she sighed. “i-i thought you’d always think you were right, that i’m just being weak.”
his hand rubbed her back, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
“but i’d get too scared to ever talk about how i felt with you. i thought you’d hate me...” she sighed. “i-i thought you’d always think you were right, that i’m just being weak.”
“you’re my kid,” he reminded her, “and my little girl is not weak. she’s tiny, sure—“
a dainty fist hit his chest as he laughed again.
“but she’s not weak, and she shouldn’t be afraid to talk to me about how she feels.” katsuki finished. “i’m sorry i made you think that way.”
a dainty fist hit his chest as he laughed again.
“but she’s not weak, and she shouldn’t be afraid to talk to me about how she feels.” katsuki finished. “i’m sorry i made you think that way.”
she held his shirt, and then clicked her nails together again.
“my favorite color is green.” she said, and he looked down at her hand. “my crush likes red.”
he smiled, then held her hand before pointing to the base.
“you need to get them done.” he pointed out, and she nodded.
“my favorite color is green.” she said, and he looked down at her hand. “my crush likes red.”
he smiled, then held her hand before pointing to the base.
“you need to get them done.” he pointed out, and she nodded.
“what’s your favorite color, dad?” she asked, and he hummed while thinking about it.
“orange or black, probably.” he answered. “why?”
“curious.” she shrugged, and he let go of her hand as they heard the lock on their front door click.
“is that your stupid father?” he grumbled.
“orange or black, probably.” he answered. “why?”
“curious.” she shrugged, and he let go of her hand as they heard the lock on their front door click.
“is that your stupid father?” he grumbled.
she nodded, sitting up before clearing her throat, a smirk on her lips.
the door opened, and before he could greet the man, his daughter was barking.
“oi! the hell’re you doing home so late?”
eijirou jumped, and katsuki rolled his eyes, watching as she giggled innocently.
the door opened, and before he could greet the man, his daughter was barking.
“oi! the hell’re you doing home so late?”
eijirou jumped, and katsuki rolled his eyes, watching as she giggled innocently.
“jesus christ,” his husband breathed out, “it’s like... almost two in the morning. why are you guys up?”
katsuki met his eyes, and eijirou walked up to him before giving him a kiss.
“she came home from her boyfriend’s late, so we just talked.” he hummed, and eijirou gasped.
katsuki met his eyes, and eijirou walked up to him before giving him a kiss.
“she came home from her boyfriend’s late, so we just talked.” he hummed, and eijirou gasped.
“that’s right, you had a date today, sweet pea. you’ll have to tell me about it in the morning. i’m pretty beat right now.”
she stood up, giving them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek, much to eijirou’s pleasant surprise.
“i’ll tell you and dad about it during breakfast.”
she stood up, giving them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek, much to eijirou’s pleasant surprise.
“i’ll tell you and dad about it during breakfast.”
“me and d...”
his husband looked down at him, but katsuki was watching their little girl as she headed towards the stairs with a smile.
“i’m going to bed; goodnight.”
“i’ll see you in the morning, angel.” katsuki called after while eijirou murmured a, “sweet dreams, pumpkin.”
his husband looked down at him, but katsuki was watching their little girl as she headed towards the stairs with a smile.
“i’m going to bed; goodnight.”
“i’ll see you in the morning, angel.” katsuki called after while eijirou murmured a, “sweet dreams, pumpkin.”
once her door shut, both of eijirou’s hands held his face, and he flicked his gaze up at him.
“you look like you’ve been crying,” he pointed out, and katsuki smiled as more tears brimmed his eyes.
“her crush’s favorite color is red,” he told him, “and he’s a sweet boy.”
“you look like you’ve been crying,” he pointed out, and katsuki smiled as more tears brimmed his eyes.
“her crush’s favorite color is red,” he told him, “and he’s a sweet boy.”
eijirou’s lips curled upwards.
“yeah? she told you that?”
“she told me that.” he nodded, and his husband crushed him into a hug as he choked on his tears for the millionth time that night.
“my little girl opened up to me,” he sniffled, “and i-i think we’re going to be okay.”
“yeah? she told you that?”
“she told me that.” he nodded, and his husband crushed him into a hug as he choked on his tears for the millionth time that night.
“my little girl opened up to me,” he sniffled, “and i-i think we’re going to be okay.”
“that’s all i’ve ever wanted for the two of you, kat. i knew you could bring it up.” eijirou kissed his forehead. “now let’s go to bed, okay? sounds like you have something to talk about with me too.”
he stood up, and the two went upstairs to their room to call it a night.
he stood up, and the two went upstairs to their room to call it a night.
——
the next day, after their daughter leaves to hang out at the mall, she comes home with orange and black nails.
katsuki doesn’t even realize until he’s asking her calmly to please stop drumming her nails on the counter instead of snapping as he used to.
“do you like them?”
the next day, after their daughter leaves to hang out at the mall, she comes home with orange and black nails.
katsuki doesn’t even realize until he’s asking her calmly to please stop drumming her nails on the counter instead of snapping as he used to.
“do you like them?”
he nodded.
“i... i love them.” he told her, trying not to get emotional over such a minuscule thing. “kind of halloween-ish in december though.”
“your hero costume is halloween-ish all year round so... self burn.”
katsuki rolled his eyes, “i hate you.”
“i love you too, dad.”
“i... i love them.” he told her, trying not to get emotional over such a minuscule thing. “kind of halloween-ish in december though.”
“your hero costume is halloween-ish all year round so... self burn.”
katsuki rolled his eyes, “i hate you.”
“i love you too, dad.”
