Chapter 1
Kizashi Haruno gazed at the baby in his arms, a small puff of his blonde hair peeking from the blankets, the newborn peacefully sleeping in his father's arms.
"Katsuki. Haruno Katsuki," he said tenderly, looking at his wife who gave a tired smile, exhaustion clear on her face as she lay in the hospital bed.
"It's a beautiful name. My little Katsuki," Mebuki said and bought the baby close to her chest, kissing his forehead before falling into a light slumber.
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1 year later, Konohagakure.
"Say Dada, Da-da." Kizashi sat in front of his one-year-old son who had a small scowl on his adorable face. Mebuki was sitting on the couch near them, going over their sales and profits for the month.
"D-"
"Yes, just like that. Very good Katsuki, Dada" her husband said excitedly as he crouched in front of their son, the child's red eyes looking back at him. She kept her notes down and leaned forward to listen to her baby boy's first words.
"... D.. DIE!"
Both of them sat in silence for a few seconds before Mebuki burst into giggles, Katsuki looked at her with a pleased smile while Kizashi sulked at his day's worth of effort being useless.
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2 years later, Konohagakure.
Mebuki was cooking dinner after a long day at work when her little son came into the kitchen and plopped on one of the seats on the table.
"Mom. Who's the number one hero right now?" he asked her with a frown, face serious as it could be with the chubby cheeks and ruby eyes, and she smiled a little. Her son had been obsessed with 'heroes' ever since he could speak. She believed it to be a child's vision of the shinobi.
"Mmmm, well, I think the Hokage would be the number one hero, he's the strongest in the village, and the wisest man of his generation." she answered.
"Mom"
"Yes, Katsuki?"
"I'm going to become the number one hero one day,"
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2 years later, Konohagakure.
"Look, Katsuki, this is your little sister," Kizashi said softly and handed the baby to the blonde boy who was looking at her in awe.
"Pink," he said looking up at him, Kizashi laughed, she did have the most beautiful shade of pink hair. Much more vibrant than his own.
"Yes, you have to grow up to be strong enough to protect her you know, it's one of the jobs of being an elder brother,"
"Duh! Of course I will. I'll defeat all the shitty villains trying to go about their shitty ways" Kizashi ruffled his hair fondly, Katsuki had talked about heroes and villains for so long that both the parents were used to it. They had to work on his language a little though.
"What's her name?"
"Sakura, like the cherry blossoms we see in spring" Mebuki said with a grin.
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1 year later, Konohagakure.
Bakugou sighed, he could finally start training again, he's going to become the number one hero no matter where. At least now he was joining the academy, some stupid school for Ninjas. What the hell is up with Ninjas anyway? Where are the heroes? Why is the technology here so shitty? He never knew living without internet was so goddamn boring.
At least he liked his parents, they were both retired heroes Ninjas and had their own business. They supported his decision of going to the academy but they couldn't train him at home, both busy with their own work. Not like Bakugou needed their help of course. He read enough in the library to understand the mechanics of the world. A military dictatorship. Quirks here were known as 'bloodlines' in their loosest definition. And powered by some new system in the body known as 'Chakra'.
He wondered when his quirk would develop, last time it did when he was four, but this time he's already crossed six. He was getting a little worried that he might never get his quirk.
Nope. No way. NOT HAPPENING. Not even thinking about it.
"Katsuki, don't worry alright? You'll be fine."
"I know, dad"
"Don't let the clan children bully you. They think they're better than others and it might seem they're stronger at first but it's only because they've been training for a long time. They have resources in the compounds to help their growth. You'll catch up soon enough, just work hard and enjoy the experience." he said kindly and Bakugo frowned. Clan children sounded just like children from hero families groomed to train their quirks since childhood, judging by how Icyhot had been, they probably had a shit ton of family trauma as well, which seemed like a package deal. He was happier being from a relatively 'civilian' family.
And if he had already started practicing kata's and chakra exercises with the help of scrolls from the library, well, no one had to know.
"Hn. I'm going to be the number one one day dad, small fries don't matter to me." His father laughed and ruffled his hair, a habit he was greatly annoyed by.
"Of course you will be, good luck!" he said and waved as Bakugo entered the academy gates.
He went through the hallways to his allotted class and sat down in the last seat, absent-mindedly looking outside the window. Numerous children were coming in, some alone and some in groups, the younger ones having their parents or elder relatives drop them off. He couldn't bothered with making friends right now, he was still adjusting to his new life and according to him accepting three people as family was good progress. Why couldn't have he just died in peace? At least the Shigaraki fucker was dead as well.
He was broken from his inner thoughts as their new teacher announced themselves.
"Good morning students. I am Hyuuga Hideki, a chunin of Konoha. I will be your homeroom teacher this term. Please don't hesitate to ask me for help on any matter."
Katsuki looked around the classroom, there was a dark-haired boy sitting next to him, huh, he hadn't even noticed anyone sitting down. Everyone in the class seemed to be a little excited and nervous, Bakugou himself felt thrilled knowing he could start at least some basic form of training again. He hoped fucking Deku was stuck somewhere in a world with no heroes or ninjas. Served him right for being an annoying stick in the mud. He'd probably be happy being a barista anyway.
His first day at the academy was pretty underwhelming. They had lessons on activation of chakra, Konoha's history, the various departments in the village.
"Sensei" Bakugou raised his hand.
"Yes, Haruno Katsuki, right?"
"Yes sir. What is the job of the Military Police Department?" he asked. He wanted to be the number one hero alright, but the Hokage position was more like the President of the village. He wasn't going to be stuck behind paperwork and diplomatic relations in any world. The KMPF sounded much more appealing to him, at least with the knowledge he had right now.
"Ah, the Military Police Department deals with the protection of the village, they resolve internal threats and wrongdoings, they also lend a hand for external troubles when required. The KMPF is under the jurisdiction of the Uchiha clan ever since the village was founded," he explained patiently.
"And what if someone outside the clan wants to join?"
".... That is rather rare, but it has happened before. Don't worry about the details for now, we will guide you in choosing your area of specialization in the third year. Now, going back to the second Shinobi war..."
The dark-haired boy had been looking at him ever since he had asked about the MPF and Bakugou was getting more and more irritated.
"Do you want something fucking extra?" he asked turning towards him and the boy shook his head, his cheeks becoming a little pink. He was probably going for subtle glances but Bakugoug wasn't actually six.
Fucking idiots disrupting his fucking thinking time.
"My father is the current head of the KMPF," the boy said and Bakugou looked at him, what did he expect him to say? 'Good job'?
"So?"
"I- Um. Nothing," he replied, looking a bit surprised.
"Then stop wasting my time."
"Yes."