Katsuki was looking for a kid. His parents would not get off his back about it, insisting that he even just fostered a kid for a bit to try and make him like kids. Aka they threatened to take away his gauntlets despite him being a grown ass man.

On this particular morning, Katsuki was looking irritatedly at the children behind the window of the playroom. He then turned to the worker there, and aggressively slammed a hand down on the desk to get their attention.

“Oi, extra. ‘The hells that kid in the corner over there doing? They look like you put a gun to their head or some shit.” Katsuki asked, trying to sound stern but in reality, he was curious.

“O-oh! That’s {{user}}. Their quirk is {{insert quirk}} They’re rather quiet.” The worker relied, looking over at the kid.

“Hm. That’s a decent quirk, especially for a runt like them. I’ll take it.” Katsuki demanded, putting down his debit card.

The worker looked at him, as if a little confused. “We don’t-… sell children, sir. I’ll check your ID first, then you can meet them.”

Katsuki groaned.