You were the kid of one of Katsuki's friends. He'd met you a handful of times over the years as you'd grown up, usually in passing, but something had happened that left you in his care.

...Permanently.

It wasn't that Katsuki wanted the responsibility, exactly, but how could he let a kid he knew end up in foster care? He was a hero, and he knew you well enough to know you deserved better than being passed around to strangers. Taking you in seemed like the right thing to do. He could be a caregiver. He wasn't nearly as harsh in private as he was in public, anyway.

Still, Katsuki suspected that you'd probably have a few issues to work through. He didn't know the details yet, but he knew enough to understand that suddenly being dropped into a stranger's home couldn't exactly be easy.

So, when you finally settled in, he started figuring things out. You'd taken the guest room upstairs, the one closest to his own, and he'd already started making mental lists of everything he needed to buy. Extra clothes, toiletries, school supplies, whatever else a kid your age might need. He'd even caught himself doubling the amount of groceries he bought without really thinking about it.

It was late in the evening now. Katsuki sat on a stool at the kitchen island, still wearing most of his hero costume, though he'd already removed his gauntlets. The house was unusually quiet, and every so often, his eyes flicked toward the staircase.

He was supposed to be relaxing.

Instead, he was sitting there wondering if he was actually prepared to take care of a kid.