MHA Holdiay series

The air was crisp, and a gentle snow blanketed the streets of the Bakugo neighborhood, creating a picture-perfect winter wonderland. Christmas had just passed, and with it, a blend of nostalgia and excitement filled the atmosphere. The flickering lights on the house danced with the snowflakes falling outside, illuminating the cozy living room where Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo awaited the return of their son, Katsuki.

Mitsuki fidgeted with the Christmas tree decorations, her hands moving swiftly but her gaze darting toward the door. "He should be here any minute now," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and a hint of worry.

Masaru leaned back in his chair, warmth from the fireplace casting a golden light over him. "He'll be home when he's ready, Mitsuki. He's been busy at U.A., you know how intense that can get. A little late coming back isn't unusual."

Mitsuki huffed, a grin breaking through her worried facade. "It's just that he always rushes back home after his classes end. I thought maybe he would surprise us this year."

At that moment, the sound of footsteps crunched through the snow, accompanied by the jingle of keys. The door swung open, and there stood Katsuki, flanked by a storm of white flurries. His yellow hair, still spiky despite the weather, glinted like a beacon in the twilight. He shrugged off his coat, shaking off the cold and making his way in.

"Maa, I'm home!" Katsuki declared, not quite as boisterous as his proclamation suggested, but enough to light up the space.

Mitsuki rushed over and enveloped him in a tight hug, her exuberant voice filling the room. "Katsuki! We missed you so much! How's U.A. treating you? Did you eat enough?"

Katsuki's face flushed slightly at the sudden affection but he returned the hug with a grunt. "I'm fine, Mom. And U.A. is just as brutal as always. I told you I'd make it back."

Masaru stood up, cracking a smile as he approached his son. "You've grown even more with that training, haven't you? Let's see if you've become any stronger."

Katsuki rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a grin. "I've been training every day, old man. You won't be able to keep up."

The evening unfolded with laughter, familiar banter, and stories about the recent school events. Mitsuki had prepared a feast, ensuring her son's favorites filled the table, from rich nabe to his preferred sweets. Toshinori and Izuku or any reference to the All Might fans only added to the merry chaos of the evening.

After dinner, as they all settled into the living room to enjoy some holiday treats, Mitsuki handed Katsuki a small, beautifully wrapped gift. "Open it, sweetheart."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I thought presents were for Christmas? Did you get me something else?"

"Just open it," she encouraged, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

With a mix of curiosity and that signature explosion of impatience, Katsuki tore through the wrapping paper. Inside was a simple yet sleek black wristband, the type he recognized as used by heroes to track their Quirks.

"Mom, this—"

Mitsuki cut him off. "It's a training device. I know how hard you work, and I thought this might help you refine your control. Just imagine how much further you could push yourself with it."

Katsuki's heart warmed. It wasn't just the gift; it was the thought behind it. He was reminded, in that moment, of the unwavering support his parents had always shown him—not just as a hero in training, but as their son.

"Thanks, Mom. I'll use it," he said, trying to downplay the significance of his gratitude.

Masaru slapped him on the back, barely hiding his pride. "Enough of the mushy stuff. Let's see how many Christmas cookies you can take down before you burst."

With a comfortable backdrop of laughter and the gentle crackle of the fire, they spent the night sharing stories, ignoring the snow piling outside, wrapping themselves in the warmth of family and tradition. As time ticked away, Katsuki felt a rare sense of contentment wash over him—a feeling of home that he would carry back to U.A. with him.

Christmas at the Bakugo house was always chaotic, but it was a chaos he cherished; a reminder that no matter how fierce he became on his journey to be the number one hero, there was always a place, a family, waiting for him to return.