#mitsinko

[habken]

middle aged yuri (and their loving joint husband)

[shippingcrumbs]

[landing-amongst-the-planets]

UMM??? I LOVE THIS???? ALSO THE INKOTSUKI/MITSINKO IS LOVELY?????

“Take Izuku to school with you,” Mitsuki instructs, looking at Katsuki.

Katsuki with the omelet halfway toward his mouth pulls to a stop at his mother words. He puts his cut of omelet back into his bowl and stares incredulously at his mother. “The fuck? He’s not a baby, old hag,” he argues, eyes narrowing at her in contempt. “He got a pair of working arms and legs so he can get there himself.”

Izuku quietly squirms in his seat as the conversation between mother and son get more and more heated. His mother, always much braver than him, tries to quickly diffuse the situation by saying, “It’s alright, Mitsuki. Katsuki-kun is probably too busy and we wouldn’t want to inconvenience him just for that.”

“Don’t make excuses for him, Inko,” Mitsuki says, shaking her head at his mother before turning to Katsuki once more. “And who was the one who bought you that deathtrap of a bike you’re riding around town with, you ungrateful brat?!” She matches his fierce glare with her own. “So if I tell you to take Izuku with you then you’re going to do it, understand? You’re brothers now you, you got to help each other out.”

Katsuki slam both hands down against the table, causing the plates and bowls tremble on impact and Izuku immediately jumps into the argument before it really can get out of hand. “I really, really don’t mind it, Mitsuki-san!” Izuku insists. “I’m actually more comfortable with just riding the train, to be honest.”

Mitsuki frowns turning toward him, temporarily distracted from Katsuki’s violent burst of anger. “What was that? You were calling me okaasan just yesterday, Izuku.”

“I—“ Izuku casts a quick glance at Katsuki, who looks like he’s going to explode out of his skin at any moment now and his hands on the table had rolled into a fist. Izuku swallows and tries for a different approach, adopting a hesitance demeanor. “Oh, I guess I’m still not ready to call you just that,” he says, voice dropping in baritone.  

The harsh lines of Mitsuki’s face soften. “I understand that this is both new and frightening thing for you,” she says, offering him an encouraging smile, “but I just want you to know that Inko and I love you both dearly because we’re a family now so we want you to be comfortable as possible.”  

Katsuki abruptly gets up from his chair. “Enough, I’m leaving,” he snaps, the knuckles of his hand turning white as it stiffens further at his side. “You can continue to play at this make-believe family all you want but I don’t have time for this farce.” With that he storms out, leaving the room with deafening silence.