He just stumbles upon them in the shopping center of South Musutafu, when he is looking for a gift for Fuyumi's birthday, and first decides what he has in his eyes. A tall slender woman with even thatched hair that looks stiff looks like Bakugo to such an extent that Shoto has to blink.
The only thing that reconciles him with the fact that it is not Bakugo, or rather, Bakugo, but not Bakugo Katski - Bakugo Katski absolutely does not have a completely female breast, and even in the most inappropriate nightmares does not wear a pencil skirt and silk blouse with flirty lace on collar.
But Bakugo Kacki, noting the slow motion of Shoto, drops strong interjections and shopping bags.
Katska, well, he picked up the bags vividly! The woman screams, grabbing Bakugo, who rushed forward, by the collar. At the same time, she herself drops two packets at once, which a whiskered man in rectangular glasses fussily picks up. Bakugo twitches and tries to brush aside his hand, but gets a rather echoing slap in the face. The man picks up another bag with a sigh.
Shoto detaches himself from leaving the stationery store - an attempt to find even a beautiful fountain pen as a gift was unsuccessful - only when you ignore the burning look of Bakugo and pretend that he is not at all at work becomes almost indecent.
“You ... Todoroki-kun, right?” - the woman is vigorously interested and holds out her hand busily. - Glad to meet you, I am the mother of this boob!
“I think you are a little unfair to your son,” Shoto responds, shaking his outstretched hand. Bakugo-san’s palm is unexpectedly stiff and very warm.
- What a delight! Katsky, I would take an example!
Shoto is awkward. Very awkward. Probably, the last time he didn’t know where to go when he was praised by the nurses in the hospital for what his mother regularly visits.
Bakugo sparks and smokes completely not figuratively, but very literally, sparks dance around his palms and the package handles melt. Bakugo gets a cuff before shopping flies to the floor.
“Well, calm down,” Bakugo-san orders. Bakugo rubs his head with a displeased look and grumbles something clearly obscene.
“Todoroki-kun, we were just about to have lunch,” Bakugo's father smiles, with frantic gestures trying to calm his noisy family. - Will you join?
- I AM…
“Why are you asking him?” Let's go, dear, let's talk, ”Bakugo’s mother orders, and Shoto does not have time to protest, and Bakugo’s indignant face remains ignored.
* * *
Bakugo’s mother is much younger than Shoto’s mother. She’s probably not yet forty. Unlike her son, her face is not distorted by a grimace of discontent, she laughs a lot, loudly and heartily, and Shoto perplexedly notes that she is very beautiful. Bakugo himself, casting sizzling glances from beneath his frowning eyebrows, looks like a caricature of his own mother.
Shoto is afraid to imagine what kind of killing is going on at home, if in the restaurant where they are sitting now, almost plates fly, and the waitresses fearfully pull their heads into their shoulders from each new stage of a loud skirmish.
Bakugo’s mother is very emotionally reporting to Bakugo for his inability to behave at the table, interspersing with indignation with the recollections that “about ten years ago you, dunce, could even be put in a corner, and now put it - you will blow up the corner”. In response, Bakugo no less loudly and no more censorily tells in which coffin he saw etiquette, angles, upbringing and "why is it all the time on the head ?!". Shoto begins to get confused in all these Bakugo, and again it seems to him that he has double vision.
“Don’t think about it, Todoroki-kun, they’re not always like that ... Well, not always ...” Bakugo’s father apologizes inconsistently.
Shoto does not immediately notice that they turned to him - he eagerly absorbs the chaotic, but surprisingly lively and warm atmosphere of this peculiar family.
- Sorry, did you say something? Shoto absentmindedly responds, and Bakugo’s father, with a sigh, corrects the glasses that have arrived at the tip of his nose.
- Nothing, nothing. It seems you are not surprised you are.
“No, why,” Shoto looks, puzzled, from the two Bakugo to his noodles, to the third Bakugo. Today in his life there are too many Bakugo of all stripes. - I am very surprised. And a little envy.
Shoto does not see how the face of Bakugo-san changes, too keen on observation.
And he is very surprised when on Monday at lunchtime Bakugo comes up to him with habitual discontent and unusual confusion on his face.
“Mother said to call you to dinner with us,” Bakugo sings reluctantly. Shoto blinks in surprise and finishes off the remaining strawberry milk.
- Thank you for the invitation, only you are not at all happy about this.
“Of course, I'm not happy,” Bakugo squints and kicks the grass with the toe of his boot.
- Then ...
“Yes, because Mama’s ears will go through again if I don’t invite you.” And once again it will pass if you do not come. Therefore, on Friday you scratch me, understand ?!
Bakugo sparks and smokes a little, and Shoto sees that he is furious, like a cracked hornet, but he is not going to sting.
- Got it. Thanks for the invitation.
-What, is it that simple?
Bakugo, who suddenly lost all fuse, looks dumbfounded and ridiculously harmless.
“You said that it will fly in if I do not come.”
“Well, damn it ... you ... mother ...” Bakugo again kicks the grass and puts his hands deep in his pockets. - Everything, until Friday do not touch me at all, understand ?!
Bakugo leaves, deliberately slouching and kicking pebbles and ants, and does not stop mumbling curses under his breath. Shoto parses "Mommy, damn it ..." and "" make friends "to her."
Shoto does not know what Bakugo's parents thought, and does not quite understand why he was invited. He just smiles at his thoughts and is very, very looking forward to Friday.