Wayward’s Son.

word count | 926 words

characters | Katsuki and Masaru Bakugou

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“Hah..Almost there, Katsuki! Just a couple more steps!”

“Yeah yeah, I don’t need your encouragement, I told you this would be easy.”

Katsuki swatted his fathers hand briskly away as he balanced his footing on the rocky mountain path.

The path was rough, making it somewhat easier to place a decent amount of weight down but the gravel gave away too quickly under the pressure, causing the boy to slip up at some points during their hike. Katsuki’s face would flush angrily if his dad happened to look back at him to check his kids well-being, making the brown-haired adult quickly snap his gaze forward again with a small sweat.

Masaru had a reason to feel concern. It was his sons first time mountain climbing, an experience that Masaru personally always wanted to enlighten upon him. Katsuki was and always has been a short fuse; someone who couldn’t seem to find the peace in things around him, whether that was his home-life, school, or just his aspirations in general.

Masaru never gave off the hints of observing this though. Contrary to what his son and wife’s personality traits leaned toward, he saw himself as quiet; someone who took in a lot more than what they let on.

Now, he felt as though it was the right time.

Even if he was terrified that Katsuki wouldn’t enjoy it and that this trip would be all for nothing.

“You never struck me to be someone with a secret hobby.”

Katsuki chimed into Masaru’s thoughts once he caught up, adjusting the bag on his back and his windbreaker jacket rustling with it.

Masaru was expecting an insult but with a glance over to Katsuki’s expression, he concluded that it was a genuine statement.

“Ah..well, I grew up in a very rural neighborhood with plenty of landscapes such as this one. It’s a good pastime don’t you think?”

Katsuki didn’t respond. Whether it was due to him being unsure about the whole idea or if he just didn’t have an answer yet was completely oblivious to Masaru.

The silence made Masaru unsettled and he laughed nervously at his own response, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued on with this son trailing behind.

The sun was setting slowly, a time that Masaru had been hoping for the trip. The air had cooled around them considerably and the brushes of trees made the dying sunlight shimmer and peak through the leafs as they walked. They were both working up a small sweat despite the nice weather, Masaru reassuring Katsuki that they’ll be at the destination soon enough every once in awhile. Katsuki wasn’t acting impatient much to Masaru’s surprise as well, constantly peering over his shoulder to see Katsuki taking in his surroundings with a curious expression. For years, Masaru was almost sure that the only expression Katsuki could off was one of anger. It was safe to say that he could get used to such a gentle face to replace the other that always seemed to be on guard.

Soon enough, excitement ran through Masaru’s naturally timid frame as he noted the spot ahead, adjusting his own wind breaker jacket up and gesturing his son to follow quickly.

“Aha, here it is. You’ll have to watch the branches but there’s a nice peak on the other side.”

Not as thrilled as his father, Katsuki ducked and followed past the branch, seeing that dad had already approached and stepped up to the peak with a deep inhale and sigh, looking across the mountain side they had traveled across together. Katsuki stayed back on the clearing, holding one strap of his bag.

“What’s so great about this, huh?”

“Well, you have to come to the edge to see.”

Masaru had turned back, persistent to get his son to stand beside him. Katsuki hesitantly did so, dropping his bag down gently on the grass and coming to the edge. At first, he didn’t note anything worthy but his mood changed like a switch when Masaru tugged gently on his shoulder and pointed ahead.

What Katsuki saw was everything Masaru had hoped his son would come to appreciate. The sunset had topped off the scene phenomenally, showcasing a glistening sort of spectrum before their eyes. The trees and rock paths had created a desolate but gentle atmosphere and the far away city that seemed to be so small before them, practically giving off the impression that it could be held in just the mere palm of his hand loomed in the distance. In conclusion, Katsuki confirmed, this was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Masaru beamed from ear to ear, watching his sons guard drop down to take everything in.

“You like it?”

He became somewhat regretful to startle Katsuki out of his trance, watching as the ash blonde clicked his tongue quickly, turning his head away in embarrassment about getting caught.

“...It ain’t shitty, old man.”

“I’m glad...”

Masaru laughed gently, handing his son a bottled drink as he uncapped his own. They stood side by side, watching the sunset brim and vanish in a slow blissfulness.

Masaru’s suspicions of Katsuki’s interest with the trip were confirmed once they were carefully making their way down the slope of the mountain, hearing him clear his throat and proceed with his quiet question.

“...When’s the next trip.”

Masaru continued to stare straight ahead, not wanting to embarrass or spark an angry fit from his son. Though, he sure as hell couldn’t keep that small smile off his face.

“Whenever you want.”

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