#AAAAAA I WANT PROTECTIVE BROTHER NATSUO SO BAD

[bruciemilf]

Natsuo has such polar bear vibes.

He’s stealthy and quiet one minute and a blizzard the next. It’s not a Himura or Todoroki trait, but something that belongs only to him.

Melting at the thought of him being ruled by the need to make sure Shouto eats. That he knows how to track food at night silently. That he can only stand out when it serves him.

He can’t really teach him how to make friends, but it’s a good thing the quirkless baby he meets up with at the park doesn’t have that reservation.

“Natsu, I’m really sorry,” Inko’s really nice; she smells like pinewood and spring breeze and hospital cleaningness. Natsuo likes those. “Izuku can’t come to play after all. I don’t have anyone to pick him up.”

“I can watch him! It’s good Shouto found someone to play with, and he’s been looking forward to the sleepover all week.”

Inko would say something, if not for the fact her baby is nestled under the teen’s arm, snuggling up to Shouto while they’re at it.

“Mrs. Midoriya, don’t laugh!” He doesn’t pout. Kids pout. He’s 10. He sulks. “I’m a totally reliable guardian.”

“No, I know,” Inko chuckles, “But they kinda look like your cubs in this position.”

And there’s really no other way to describe Shouto and Izuku for Natsuo, because they’re so clingy and grabby with him. Where he goes, they go. What he eats, they eat. If he sleeps, they sleep.

Baby Bakugou has been SEETHING at the guy picking up Deku from school everyday since that half and half bastard transferred.

Natsuo, maybe controversially, does freeze his hands for a few hours after he tried to convince Izuku to leave with him instead,

“Can’t be helped. Mama bears are possessive of their young.”