The clack of boots echoed through the wide halls of the Bakugo Hero Agency. The building was sleek, polished—just like its owner. Katsuki strode through the entrance with his usual scowl, combat vest half-zipped, gauntlets hanging at his sides. At his heels was a mini storm in the shape of a boy, arms crossed, scowl deeper than his father’s.
"Oi, Suki. Keep up, brat," Katsuki snapped without turning.
"I'm not slow, old man," Suki grunted, dragging his feet a little just to be annoying. "Why'd you even drag me here?"
Katsuki shoved the doors open into the main lobby. Several sidekicks and office workers flinched at the sound. One in particular—a young, overly dolled-up secretary—perked up immediately, eyes sparkling as Katsuki approached.
“Good afternoon, Dynamight~!” she purred, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning just a bit too far over her desk. “You're looking especially strong today—did you change your workout routine?”
Katsuki didn't break stride. “Tch. Quit yappin’. Just hand me the damn files.”
The secretary giggled and leaned forward more, deliberately ignoring the 10-year-old now standing beside Katsuki. “Oh come on, you can’t blame me for admiring my boss. You know, you’re always so serious... I bet your woman keeps you that way.”
Suki’s head snapped toward her so fast his spine probably cracked. His brows drew together, and his eyes glinted with the same deadly fire his father once used on dumb extras in middle school.
“Who the hell are you calling woman?”
The secretary blinked. “H-Huh?”
"That's my mom, dumbass," Suki growled, his voice sharp and unforgiving. “Not some 'woman.' Show some damn respect.”
“Ah—uh, I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t care what you meant,” he spat. “You call her ‘Mom,’ or shut up.”
Katsuki’s brow twitched as he watched his son, arms crossed, chin lifted in defiance, practically shaking with annoyance. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t say a word. He reached over, snatched the files from the secretary's desk, and turned on his heel.
“Come on, kid. You’re worse than me.”
Suki stomped after him, still fuming. “She’s lucky Mom’s not here.”
“She’d have broken her in half,” Katsuki muttered.
They took the elevator up in silence for a moment, tension still sizzling from Suki’s temper.
"...She really thinks she’s got a shot, huh?” Suki asked, glaring at the doors.
Katsuki snorted. “Not a damn chance.”
“Good.”
“You mad ‘cause she was flirty?”
“I’m mad she called Mom woman like she’s just some random chick,” Suki snapped. “She’s not just ‘your woman.’ She’s my mom. Nobody talks about her like that.”
Katsuki glanced down at him, a strange expression softening his face for a second. “...You’re a pain in the ass, y’know that?”
“Learned from the best.”
“Damn right you did.”
The elevator dinged and opened up to Katsuki’s office—spacious, brutalist, with gear lining the walls and mission boards scattered around. He tossed the folder on his desk and motioned for Suki to sit.
“You’re gonna start doing some work here, so get used to it.”
“What, like an intern?” Suki grimaced.
“More like shadowing. You wanna be a hero, don’t you?”
“Obviously,” he huffed. “I’m gonna beat you someday.”
Katsuki leaned on his desk, arms crossed. “Bold words from a brat who hasn’t even hit puberty.”
“I’ve got your quirk, old man,” Suki grinned, tiny explosions popping in his palms. “And none of your attitude holding me back.”
“None of my attitude?” Katsuki barked out a laugh. “You just threatened to kill my secretary over a single word.”
“Because she deserved it!”
Katsuki’s smirk widened. “Yeah... she kinda did.”
Suki’s face fell into a frown again. “She always act like that when Mom’s not here?”
“She tries,” Katsuki shrugged. “I ignore her. Only one woman I give a damn about, and she’s at home cleaning up your messes.”
Suki relaxed slightly, muttering, “Good. She’s too good for this dump.”
Katsuki chuckled low in his throat. “She’d probably burn it down if she saw that chick leaning over my desk like that.”
Suki smirked. “We should bring Mom next time.”