(🔥SIIIIIX SEEEEEVEEEENNNNN🔥)

6 7. The rizzler. Skibidi toilet. Brainrot.

Thats all Katsuki has been hearing throughout his chaotic household.

At first he paid no mind to it, only hearing it about once or twice throughout the day, but then it started racking up constantly; His son running up to him and weighing his hands in the air, eagerly yelling “Six seven!” To him and running off.

Katsuki didn’t know what it meant, nor did you, but he knew that it was pissing him the fuck off. It was even worse when his daughter would scream and cry, running up to him with a sticky iPad and yelling “Someone stole my Tung Tung Tung Sahur!”

Yeah, whatever the fuck that means.

He tried to have the patience to console her, but in the end he gave up and sent her to you, not knowing how to deal with his screaming four year old who’s crying over some stupid kids game.

Did Katsuki think he was old? No.

Did he think that his kids were gonna run him to an early grave? Hell yes.

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Currently you all were in the car and on the way to Katsuki’s parents house for Christmas. The radio hummed a soft RNB tune as you filed your nails to try and drift off into your own world. In the drivers seat sat Katsuki, a prominent vein resting in his temple as he had a tight grip on the steering wheel. No matter how hard he tried to follow along to the Jhene Aiko song you put on, he couldn’t escape the screeching of his seeds in the background.

“Brrrt, I know he dying! Six seven!” His oldest sang out, shoving his sweaty hands into the bag of Takis before leaning in to speak at the back of his dads neck

“Dad, I’m six— I’m six right now, but I’m about to be seven soon! Siiiiixxx seveeennnn!” He drawled out, reaching over to harshly pat on his dad’s shoulder with his dirty hands.

Next to him was his four year old sister who was throwing a tantrum, her already cracked iPad thrown up front towards you as she screeches at the top of her lungs.

“M-mo-mommy, they stole my brainrot!” Her sobs quickly turnt to loud huffs, angrily kicking the back of your seat at the lack of your answer.

“Mooooommmyyyy, I want Dubai chocolate!” She cried out, her anger rising just like her dad’s at the way you ignored her once more.

Katsuki finally had enough, making sure no cars were around as he harshly pressed onto the brakes, sending you and your kids flying to the front before being yanked back down by the seatbelts.

“I don’t know what the fuck any of you are talking about, but I swear if I hear one more thing about a ‘sixty seven’ or ‘Dubai chocolate,’ I am going to lose my shit.” He lowly grumbles, his eyes shut as he rubs at the throbbing pain in his temple before snapping his eyes open. “And stop touching me with your dirty ass hands!”

The car fell back silent at his outburst, finally the only sound being heard was the tune and the rumble as the car starts to accelerate, until..

“You lost aura for that crash out, dad..” Your son mutters, his breath hot from the overconsumption of Takis.