Thread by @kinksuki, izuku and katsuki get into an argument while their daughter is asleep [...]

izuku and katsuki get into an argument while their daughter is asleep upstairs. it escalated fast, like dropping water into hot oil.

now he’s trying to leave, but katsuki’s not done hurting feelings yet.

“tch. go ahead and fucking leave just like your dad did to you.”

izuku froze immediately, standing in the doorway with one hand on the knob as katsuki’s eyes bore into the back of his head.

“what... did you say?” he whispered, stunned.

“i said that the apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree, deku.” his husband repeated to him.

the door slammed shut as he spun around on his heels, tears pinching in the corners of his eyes.

“you’re exactly like your mother.” he pointed at him, and katsuki’s jaw dropped. “you’re a bitch; all you do is hurt everyone who has ever tried to love you, and for what? your ego?”

“take that back.”

“but at least mitsuki has good intentions. you hurt people because you want to, because you can, so you’re even worse than she is!”

“i said take that back! i’m nothing like that old woman.”

“all you do is yell and scream until you get your way, kacchan!”

“and all you do is run away when things get hard until you think we forget about your fuck ups!”

“if i’m such a fuck up then why did you marry me, kacchan? why have kids with me? why stay with me, huh?”

“you say that as if i didn’t make a lot of mistakes when we were younger.”

they stared at each other, and izuku reached for the ring on his finger as a heavy feeling settled in his stomach.

“i was a mistake, right?”

katsuki’s quiet as he slides the golden band off.

“all i do is fuck up, right?”

crimson eyes watched the ring leave his hand.

“fine.”

he dropped it on to the floor, listening as it clinked against the wooden boards, a tear dripping down his cheek.

“but unlike my dad, i’m not leaving without my kid.” he said before taking to the stairs.

“like hell you are! that’s my fucking daughter, shitface!”

izuku opened her bedroom door, finding that she wasn’t even in her bed.

“sh-shit. itsuki?” he rushed, and katsuki pushed him into a wall before storming into the room.

“where the hell did she go?” he demanded, and looked at him. “did you tell her to hide from me?”

“maybe she’s just scared of you always being so vulgar and loud!”

there’s a whimper from the closet, and their eyes shifted to the crack in the double doors.

“itsuki?” izuku asked before shoving katsuki away. “sweetheart, please come out. we’re gonna go visit grandma.”

“no, you’re not. she’s staying here with me at home, and you’re leaving, deku.”

“kacchan, let go of me. she’s my daughter—“

“oh, but she wasn’t when you were out of the country for months on end.”

“you fighting me is just going to scare her!”

“you’re fighting me, idiot!”

“i want my daughter.”

“you’re not taking her from me.” katsuki repeated. “you can go, but you’re not going to fucking take my girl from me.”

“ask her then.”

“fine. i will.”

katsuki opened the doors, and izuku watched as their ten year old cried into her ingenium plush.

“itsuki, do you want to stay here with me or go with your dad?” he asked, and her doe eyes squeezed shut tighter.

“c’mon, we’re gonna see grandma, and you love her, right? ‘m so sorry for all the yelling, but your father’s being unreasonable.”

“don’t pull that shit, deku.”

she held her plush tighter, shook her head, and sobbed harder into the mask-less toy.

“no!”

“ha,” katsuki grinned, “my baby loves her father more—“

“no!”

izuku grinned while holding a hand out, “c’mon, princess, let’s go then—“

“no, go away both of you!” she screamed.

“go away! go away! go away!”

the doors slammed shut, and they stumbled back.

“fucking troublesome quirk...” katsuki grumbled. “she got it from your mother!”

“that just means i should take her because she looks more like my side of the family!”

“oh fuck you twice, deku!”

“no, fuck you, kacchan.” he pushed him backwards, causing him to stumble into a dresser. “i’m tired of you always thinking your word is law. i’m tired of you thinking you can treat me however you want!”

“you don’t get to pull that shit when you leave every goddamn month!”

“i can’t help what the hero commission to wants me to do!”

“then you don’t get the fucking privilege of taking care of itsuki because work is more important than us!”

“i’m not leaving without my little girl, kacchan.”

“then stay.” katsuki decided. “i’ll take her and go.”

“no way am i letting that happen.”

they glared at one another, and izuku heard the closet doors rattle before shoving open.

“i’m going!” their daughter screamed, izuku’s phone in hand and her plush in the other. “stay away!”

“baby, c’mere...”

“no! go away!” she sobbed.

the doorbell rang, and she bolted down the stairs with both of her father’s chasing after her.

“how the hell did the brat get ahold of your fucking phone? don’t you lock the god damn thing, idiot?” katsuki snapped.

“she plays games on it because unlike someone, i—“

“if it were anyone else, everyone in your contact list would be fucked! how stupid can you be, deku? fuck.”

“i’m sorry i let people actually have my passcode because i don’t have anything to hide from my family!” deku yelled, pausing once at the base of their staircase.

“don’t bring that shit up. you’re not entitled to my privacy you fucking self-centered—“

“you’re a verbally abusive—“

“—negligent—“

“—controlling—“

“—piece of shit father!”

“—poor excuse of a husband!”

“this is i’m keeping itsuki.”

“you didn’t even want kids until me!”

“both of you need to shut the hell up!”

they froze at the addition of a new voice, and they turned to the doorway where their daughter was wrapped up in someone’s winter coat. her face buried into their chest as she cried.

“just what the hell is wrong with the two of you?”

“tenya?”

izuku’s hasn’t seen the man look this angry in years, and katsuki has never seen him look like that in his life.

“it’s ten o’clock at night and i’m trying to go to bed, but i get a call from your daughter off izuku’s phone saying that she’s scared of being home?”

katsuki sucked in a deep breath.

“i was confused, why is she scared of being in her own house, but now it makes sense. her fathers are acting like crazy people right in front of her! in her room no less!”

izuku’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“neither of you deserve to have her.”

“now hold it right there, ass—“

“katsuki, i’d advise you to shut your mouth and listen for once in your life.” tenya cut him off. “i don’t care why you’re fighting. i don’t care whose fault it is and who throw the first glass and whose ring is on the floor in front of me.”

he paused, hushed the crying girl in his arms by rocking her back and forth and hiding her deeper into his jacket.

“your daughter should never have heard the things i did over that phone.” tenya accused them.

“tenya, i appreciate it, but this isn’t any of your business.”

he scoffed, but didn’t respond to izuku’s comment in favor of looking down at itsuki.

“hey, angel...” he lowered his voice, and they watched at him. “why don’t you get dad’s phone and get a backpack with some clothes, okay?”

she nodded as he set her down.

“you’re not taking—“

“shut up and let her go upstairs, katsuki.” tenya said calmly, but narrowed his eyes at him as she squeezed her way past both of her fathers and into the room.

he motioned them both to follow him after shutting the front door.

“you’re not taking my daughter.” izuku agreed.

“you may be her ‘uncle tenya’, her favorite hero, and you may be her god parent, but i’m alive and kicking.” katsuki warned. “i’ll kick your ass before i let you leave this house.”

once in the kitchen, he grabbed both of their arms and pulled them in close with a hard shove.

“this is my business because i had a ten year old girl hiccuping over her own tears to pick her up.” he snapped quietly at the two of them. “you two are the most immature people i know, but nothing has ever been as childish and selfish as throwing your daughter into your fight.”

katsuki pushed him away, and izuku set a hand on his friend’s wrist, silently encouraging him to remove it.

“i am this fucking close,” tenya pushed his fingers together, “to hitting the both of you. do you know how scared she sounded? i thought something horrible happened here.”

his navy eyes peeked behind to the staircase before looking at them.

“never, under any circumstances, should you be knocking things in her room over and pressuring her to choose your side. do you know how manipulative that is? to make your daughter pick one of you?” he asked.

“you don’t want her because you love her, but so the other person doesn’t get to have her, and that’s not okay.”

“because you know how to be a father, right?” katsuki sneered. “i’m just making sure deku doesn’t end up leaving her alone because all he knows is how to disappear.”

“well i’m saving my daughter from kacchan’s anger issues and arrogance.” izuku bit. “he’s the manipulative one.”

“i’m manipulative? you’re the one trying to turn itsuki against me!”

“lower your fucking voice.” tenya hissed. “she doesn’t need to hear this. any of this.”

the two looked at each other before turning away, arms crossed and backs facing the other.

“any other day, you two are the best fathers to that little girl. you’re wonderful. but right now? neither of you deserve to take care of her because all you’ve done is hurt her.”

they’re silent.

“i get people argue, things aren’t perfect, but holy fuck,” tenya pinched the bridge of his nose.

izuku’s sure he has heard him swear more the last fifteen minutes than he has the last fifteen years combined.

“what were you thinking doing it in front of her?”

there’s no immediate answer.

“the last thing your daughter needs is to listen to all the bad things her fathers are throwing around so carelessly and to feel as if she’s the reason they aren’t happy. did you even think about how she feels when barging into her room screaming?”

surprisingly, katsuki’s the one to answer first.

“i wasn’t.” he admitted. “i was too busy thinking about shitface over there.”

“real mature, ka—“

“izuku, shut up and listen.” tenya demanded, and he lifted his nose before turning his head away from him.

“whatever...”

“all he fucking does is disappear. two weeks for a mission. two days after a fight. late hours. hell, he misses our daughter’s school functions and never has an excuse other than he couldn’t make it.”

“i’m the number one hero; i have meetings, missions, phone calls, and—”

“then, the real fucking kicker is, he acts like it doesn’t happen. like everything’s just fucking fine. he’s got his head so far up his own ass that he can’t see he’s just as fucking vacant as his own father was.”

izuku swallowed, a heavy feeling settling in his chest.

“how hard is it to reschedule a phone call to see his daughter get an award at school? or to decline a mission to be with his family? i do it. there’s thousands of heroes, some more suitable, let the commission choose someone else, but no. mr. selfish needs all the spotlight.”

“kacch—“

“mr. selfish doesn’t think about his little girl when he’s breaking his body and getting hospitalized in another country for going too far. mr. selfish doesn’t think about anyone but himself because oh, number one hero means he’s the best. he can’t make mistakes.”

“well i have a duty and you know that!” izuku defended himself. “there’s things i have to do, that i was trusted with, and i can’t just call off like you can. i’m needed—“

“at home with the daughter you want so bad! if work is so important, how could i trust you with her?”

“how can i trust kacchan with her?” he shot back. “he’s never happy unless things are perfect, are going his way, and he pushes everyone in ways he shouldn’t! she’s ten, why does she have to be perfect? why do i have to be perfect when we already established that-that i’m not!”

katsuki’s jaw clenched.

“he has always talked down to me like i’m less, but i put just as much work into things as he does! he throws insults around like they’re harmless, but i can’t stand listening to him berate people when they’re trying their best.”

“i don’t—“

“katsuki.”

he glared down at the floor, fists clenched tight.

“then he’s always angry, always yelling, is that healthy? is that what itsuki needs? why does he think i’d rather her be with me? because he can’t control himself when he’s angry, and i don’t want an accident happening.”

“as if i—“

“he’s just like his mother, but he hates her. he’s overbearing and hurtful, but he knows this already. he knows how his words affects others, but he still says it because he thinks no one will fight him back. he thinks he’s always right and doesn’t care about others.”

katsuki’s stomach dropped as he looked at the ring around his finger.

“if you would just listen to me, we wouldn’t be here, deku.” he said, and izuku scoffed.

“you just want to make a bitch out of me. why can’t you listen to me for once?” he demanded. “why can’t i be right?”

“because what do you know when you’re never home? you don’t get to see her cry when she wakes up without you home and you don’t have to tell her that dad still loves her even when he leaves all the time.” katsuki spun around to face him, tears burning in the corners of his eyes.

“you don’t get phone calls asking why her father’s yelling so much and why her best in class isn’t good enough.”

they stared at one another, both breathing heavy, hot clouds fanning over one another from how close they were standing.

yet the other still feels so far away.

izuku’s glaring at him, and katsuki’s eyes have since softened, the crease between his brows smooth.

“i think you both don’t deserve to have her tonight.” tenya decided, and they looked at him. “you need to talk, to do something, before i can leave her alone with you two again.”

“that’s not your call to make!” izuku argued. “i won’t—“

“it’s not about what you want, don’t you get it?” tenya raised a finger to his own lips. “and lower your voice, izuku. do you hear yourself? your daughter is a human being, and she has feelings. she’s hurting right now.”

katsuki grabbed him by his shirt.

“look, four eyes, i’m—“

“all you’ve done is throw the word ‘i’ and ‘he’ around, but this is about her. i’m not here to be your couple’s therapist, i’m here because itsuki needs an adult right now. something neither of you can be, apparently.”

his fist loosened, and izuku’s eyebrows pinched even closer together as he glared.

“tenya, you’re my best friend, but—“

“dads?”

they all looked at the kitchen entrance, at the little girl with her school bag and jacket on.

“wh-what are you doing to uncle tenya?” she asked.

katsuki has his fist buried in the collar of his shirt, and izuku’s still gripping his wrist as if he’s ready to tear it off of him.

even she can see that their touches are anything but friendly, which means it doesn’t make any sense to her.

“shit...”

both of them pulled away.

tenya cleared his throat before readjusting his clothes and soothing the wrinkles out.

“don’t worry, okay?” he smiled softly. “everything’s fine. we were just talking about how you get to see me and auntie ochako this weekend. that’s exciting, right? she misses you so much.”

izuku stared at his fist, and katsuki ran a hand through his hair before taking a keep breath.

“but...—“

“it’s not for you to worry about, sweetheart.” izuku cut her off. “just... fuck, just go get your shoes... i guess... you’ll be staying the night at uncle tenya’s house.”

she took a step forward, and tenya began to make his way over to her, scooping the girl into his arms as katsuki and izuku watched.

her arms immediately held on to him without an ounce of hesitation,
and tenya took her bag on to his own shoulder.

“th-these are dad’s.”

she held izuku’s phone up, the illuminated screen facing them, and both his and his husbands eyes were on the lockscreen. a photo of the three of them with ice cream smeared all over their faces and cherry blossoms messy in their hair.

she had on katsuki’s obnoxious sunglasses.

the ones he wears to hide from paparazzi and fans while walking around on the street.

izuku always thought they were too loud to hide behind, but he still loves that photo from katsuki’s fond smile as he looked at them to his daughter’s silly scrunched nose and missing tooth.

just looking at it made his chest tight and adam’s apple bob.

“thanks, ‘suki...”

izuku took his phone back, pressing the screen to his chest as katsuki scoffed underneath his breath.

“no, this too...”

in her little fingers is the wedding ring he left by the front door.

his shaking hand grasped the golden band, and he nodded while looking down at the metal.

“thanks again, itsuki...” he forced a smile as she nodded without a word.

“we’ll be going now.” tenya spoke up, and they nodded. “have a good rest of the night, and stay safe, you two.”

‘safe’.

they stayed in the kitchen as tenya left with their daughter. the front door closed soon after, leaving them alone to clean up the mess they caused.

what’s there to argue over now that itsuki’s gone?

what’s keeping izuku from walking out of here next as he planned?

for the first time in his life, his feet won’t move.

they’re glued to the floor, legs heavy and useless underneath him, not able to so much as twitch.

katsuki’s no better as he holds on to the counter and stares at the broken plates by the sink.

the silence is suffocating.

“mango.”

izuku looked up, noticing that katsuki’s attention stayed glued on the floor.

“hm?”

“that’s the flavor you chose... your lockscreen. you got mango, even if it’s not your favorite. i argued with the guy for five minutes trying to get him to bring out strawberry...”

his first reaction is to say that katsuki always argues, it’s what he does. he argues until he gets his way, becomes passive until he gets an apology.

“and that was the day off we both had a few years ago, before you became the number one hero...”

but just sighed instead.

“i was number four back then. five maybe.”

“you just got the five award, but already began pushing four because of endeavor’s leave to help fuyumi raise her twin toddlers and newborn.” katsuki recalled.

izuku rolled his ring around between two fingers.

“her husband left.”

“she needed someone, so he took a leave for his family. it gave you number four.”

“he was number one then too...”

katsuki could hear the shake in his voice now that the heat of anger has left with tenya and itsuki. nothing but the devastation and debris after a storm left.

“deku, do you remember when itsuki was little, really little, and you had just come back from a six month trip to chile?” he asked, and izuku nodded.

“when i came home, she didn’t even remember me... i stayed with my mom for a weekend because i was so hurt.” he swallowed.

“but do you remember when she saw you fighting eijirou’s ex-boyfriend on his front porch one day? how she was clinging to denki as i tried to pull you off of him?”

“oh, right. she didn’t touch me for a month.” he mumbled. “but to be fair... the bastard deserved it.”

izuku’s head tilted. “i mean... yeah, he cheated, stole money from his bank, and... okay, he did, but she still saw it.”

“maybe four eyes was right. we’re bad people, deku.” katsuki covered his face while leaning against the counter. “what were we even fighting over this time?”

“i was assigned an estimated two month long mission in singapore.” izuku answered while looking up at him. “you flipped out on me while washing dishes.”

“tch. ‘estimated’. that just means the least. you could be there for five if something happens.” he scoffed quietly.

izuku squeezed his ring into his palm, and then turned to face him.

“you know all might trusted me with this power, kacchan, i owe it to him to use it to save everyone i can. how can i say no to my responsibility?”

“one for all’s more important to you than itsuki and i then?”

katsuki’s spinning his ring around his finger as he looks at him, sliding it up before dragging it back down.

“are you giving me an ultimatum?” izuku whispered, watching as the ring lifted above his knuckle. then paused. “are you making me choose between my career and family?”

“i’m not saying anything, deku.” he shook his head while playing with his ring still.

“see, th-this is why i can’t talk to you. you know that’s what you mean, kacchan.” his voice broke, weak from screaming.

“no, you’re putting words in my mouth, deku. that’s just what you do.”

his ring slipped on to his finger before he pushed himself off of the counter.

“give me the ring.” he held his hand out, but izuku yanked his fist back. “if you don’t want it, why are you holding it so tight?”

izuku sniffled.

“weren’t you leaving? isn’t that what you wanted?”

a tear rolled down his cheek, and katsuki’s hand reached for his collar when he didn’t hand over the wedding ring.

he pulled him closer, so close and so sudden that their feet knocked together and izuku had to hold on to him for balance, having missed being in his arms too.

“you know, i still remember our vows, how you said you wanted to spend forever by my side... how when we die, you’ll find and chase after me even in another life.” katsuki mumbled to him.

“i remember thinking that forever’s a long fucking time, no way you actually mean that.”

izuku pressed his forehead into his shoulder before bringing his fist between them to look at his wedding ring.

it was one of the happiest days in his life, right beside holding itsuki in his arms for the very first time and katsuki proposing to him inside of u.a’s ground beta.

their reception was small, reserved for just family and friends, and they had both a maid of honor and best man on their sides of the alter.

he remembers writing those vows, crying even when he promised he wouldn’t, and katsuki wiping his eyes before bending him down for a kiss.

“you said there’s no one else you’d rather be with,” izuku nodded, “that even if you’re rough around the edges, you’d... you’d crybaby proof yourself for me the best you could.”

just thinking of it makes him giggle, but the sound of amusement is garbled and masked with a sob.

“you were my deku before you were theirs,” katsuki sniffled, “and it feels like forever ago since i last held my husband deku in my arms instead of hero deku.”

“kacchan...” he choked out while holding him tighter.

“i wasn’t prepared for our forever to be so f-fucking short.”

a hand held his, and izuku looked down at katsuki’s wedding ring as more tears fell down his face.

“i know i’m... i’m an asshole, deku. i know i hurt your feelings, and i say the cruelest things when i’m angry.” he admitted. “i know i’m angry a lot... and i am trying my best.”

izuku felt katsuki’s shoulders shake.

“i’m trying so fucking hard, but then you come home with that fake smile on, with that hero guard up. then i... i snap every time.”

katsuki sighed.

“why does it take breaking beyond repair for you to see that something needs to change?”

the hand on his collar held the back of his head, and katsuki’s lips pressed against the top of his head.

“you’re not going to follow all might to the end, are you?” he whispered. “he was alone, miserable, with no life outside of his job. that’s where one for all will take you.”

izuku felt katsuki take the ring from his hand, and he couldn’t even fight to keep it.

“are... are we broken beyond repair, kacchan?” he forced out. “is that what you mean?”

katsuki didn’t answer, just pulled away from him and tilted his chin up to force his gaze on to him.

“are we... getting a divorce?”

“should we?”

izuku wanted to ask what the hell kind of question is that, but couldn’t through the lump in his throat.

“i love you, deku, but... if we can’t get this right... isn’t it best for itsuki if we just split?” he asked quietly.

“we can’t do this to her again. she’s with fucking four eyes because we... we made her feel like she couldn’t stay in her own home... what the fuck kind of parents are we?”

“i’m worse than my dad,” izuku sobbed.

“i make my old woman look like a saint.” katsuki agreed with him.

they looked at one another, and katsuki brushed the curls from his face before cupping his cheek.

“you’re right... i hurt people when i’m mad, it’s just what i do best and i hate it.”

“all i do is pretend everything’s fine even when i know it’s not... like all might taught me.”

his bottom lip trembled as katsuki pulled him into his chest once again.

“i don’t w-wanna be all might, kacchan.” he hiccuped, both arms wrapping around his waist. “i love you and itsuki. i don’t want a divorce, or t-to keep leaving you both. i don’t want to be like my dad.”

katsuki shook his head.

“i never should have said that. i never should have... you’re not like hizashi, deku. at least you’re here... and itsuki knows you love her.”

he reached for his hand, and izuku watched as he kissed his bare ring finger.

“i didn’t mean what i said.”

bloodshot eyes met his, but izuku’s don’t look any better from all of his crying too.

“you’re nothing like that deadbeat, but i’m everything that you said.” he confessed. “i’m so sorry, deku. i vowed to be the best man i could be for you, yet here we are... and i hurt you.”

“does that mean you-you didn’t mean it when you said marrying me was a mistake?”

“marrying you was the best day of my life, right next to—“

“—holding itsuki for the first time,” they said together, and katsuki nodded.

“she was so small. i was so scared to take her in my arms.”

“i didn’t want to hurt her either.” izuku smiled softly. “she was already crying.”

“reminded me of you.” katsuki teased gently. “you’re such a crybaby, always have and always will be, and our little girl takes after you in every way.”

“is that why you’re hard on her, kacchan?”

“‘m just scared... you’re selfless to a fault, and i dread the day she says she wants to be a hero too.” he admitted while letting go of him.

katsuki lowered his hand between them before holding his ring in the other, and izuku pressed his forehead against his collarbones.

“are you gonna marry me again, kacchan?” he asked. “no vows this time?”

“i think we said everything that needs to be said.” he decided before fitting the band back on to his finger.

izuku gasped as he was dipped down suddenly, his head almost hitting the counter beside them.

“kacchan! you could’ve killed me!”

“you’ve got thick skin and a big head, baby, you’d survive.” he promised, and izuku rolled his eyes as he lightly touched his face.

“are we okay?” he asked. “is this... okay? us being together even after today? what if it happens again?”

“four eyes mentioned couple’s therapist while yelling at us...”

“you don’t think we need that... do we?” izuku wondered, and katsuki sighed.

“i think we needed one a long time ago... so we should try. if one more fight happens, itsuki’s god father is fighting us for custody.”

“tenya wouldn’t...”

katsuki’s eyebrow lifted skeptically.

“he would, okay. it couldn’t hurt to see a therapist. just gotta make room in the schedule... i’m thinking a few weeks?”

“you’re going to singapore for a mission, remember?”

“not if i can help it.” izuku told him.

that earned him an immediate kiss, and he threaded his fingers through katsuki’s hair to pull him closer.

“i love you.” katsuki murmured. “i love you and i’m so sorry for what i said to you, deku. you’re a good father. you try your best, and your best is... it’s good enough.”

“i love you too, and i’m sorry for all the things i said about you...”

“we can call tomorrow to schedule an appointment for a therapy session before picking itsuki up.” katsuki planned. “i want you in bed with me for now. i missed holding you.”

“and i missed being held by you.”

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