A/N: alrighty, I'm back. It always feels weird coming back after so long. Anyway, here's a 5k long filler chapter. It's completely all over the place but it's important to the plot, I swear. Keigo and Katsuki centric.

Paperwork is such a pain in the ass.

Keigo wouldn't be so annoyed by it if it hadn't been the exact same legal documents he'd sent out to be reviewed by his legal team at least three times within the last month. He doesn't understand why he even hires lawyers if he's constantly having to go back and do their jobs for them but Enji claims that Keigo is a perfectionist and even if they weren't doing a shit job, he'd still have gone behind them to double check. Keigo thinks that the term perfectionist is laying it on pretty thick. To say that he was simply a concerned patron would be more accurate. 

Especially with the amount of money that he's paying these assholes. 

And Keigo would much rather be spending his day off doing quite literally anything else. 

He remembers how much easier it was in his younger years, back when he didn't have to be concerned about shit like contracts and campaigns when Ricky was there to take on the responsibility for him.

He'd been about five or six years old when he'd gotten his very first gig---a commercial for one of the very first McDonald's to be opened in Sydney back in the 70's. The cameras were cool, sure, but he was more excited about being able to afford a hot meal and a place to sleep for the night. He'd never have to snatch purses or shoplift again. Never have to sleep beneath another park bench. 

Never have to live in poverty again. 

He owes Ricky his life for that, and for the longest time he'd made up his mind that he'd dedicate his life to the industry. He thought it was his calling. His purpose. 

Until he'd met Enji, that is.

He'd imagined it to be a chance encounter at first---a rare stroke of luck---but with time, he'd known better. Nothing but fate could have brought them together that day. Fate knew that Keigo needed Enji. Fate knew that Enji needed him, too. 

They had been filming a scene for some cliche action film there in Hokkaido that Keigo could barely remember the name of after all these years; all he remembers is that the wire harness he was wearing had given out on him and he'd taken quite a tumble down from the rig and hit his head. 

He remembers quite vividly that Enji's calm and concentrated expression was the first thing he'd seen upon regaining consciousness. 

"Jesus Christ, am I dead?" Is the very first thing he'd said to him, watching as the redhead's expression had morphed into mild concern and confusion. "Pardon?" He replied and Keigo could feel his breath catch in his throat upon hearing his voice for the very first time. 

"Holy shit, you're an absolute angel."

Enji had turned bright up to the tips of his ears, face-palming with an annoyed sigh. "Idiot. Your vital signs are fine so no, you're not going to die, unfortunately. You do, however, have a mild concussion so do yourself a favor and sit down for a week or two to recover. That means no filming." 

"Sure, whatever you say, angel. But can I get your name or---" 

"And why on Earth would I tell you that?"

"So I can thank you properly for comin' to my rescue, of course. You deserve that at least, sweetheart." 

The omega hadn't been even the slightest bit flattered. 

"Enji." He had said flatly, but it had done little to nothing to deter Keigo from his flirting. 

"Enji. I like that. Pretty name for a pretty angel." 

Enji promptly rolled Keigo out of his lap despite his mild concussion and protests. "Hey---ow!" 

"You're obviously feeling much better so my services aren't needed anymore. Good day, Mr. Takami. And please, refrain from giving yourself anymore head injuries." He'd said, standing to pack away his medical bag and promptly taking his leave. He's sure that Enji assumed it would be the last he'd ever see of Keigo.

Keigo, however, spent the next three years chasing after him. 

It had started with little things like faking an injury just because he knew Enji would be the one to show up but after so many false emergencies, he'd stopped coming. 

So then Keigo began to visit him at work. He'd bring flowers or lunch or any other gift he could think to bring. Invite him to shows or things like red carpet events and every single time, he was rejected. Even delivering gifts and invitations to his house hadn't been enough to get Enji's attention. It had been oddly frustrating for Keigo and for the first time in his entire life, he'd felt heartbroken. Usually, it had only taken one time for an omega to tell him no before he'd fuck off---after all, he was hot, rich, and famous. There was nothing short of a line of suitors wanting to have even a little bit of his time. So what was different about Enji? 

Keigo couldn't tell you if you'd asked. There never seemed to be the right formation of words to describe the way that Enji made him feel. All he knew was that he wanted him. 

He hadn't stopped until he'd succeeded. 

The day that he'd finally gotten Enji to say yes to courting him was a bit of an odd one for him. 

He'd gone to Enji's job that afternoon to bring him lunch. Rumi had helped him make a bento, as Keigo wasn't much of a cook and he wasn't familiar with what a bento even was as he wasn't a Japanese native. He'd been so proud of the final result and excited to share it with his prickly friend, hoping that something he'd put more effort into would have gotten his feelings across more properly. 

Upon reaching General, however, he'd been told that Enji hadn't shown up for work at all and that no one could get a hold of him. 

This had, of course, worried Keigo enough to pay him a visit at home instead. Enji had taken his job quite seriously and hadn't even taken sick days off, certainly not without calling. 

He tries not to think too much about the condition he'd found Enji in upon reaching his house, greeted by two distraught teenagers and two small, crying children---he hadn't even known that Enji had children. 

And yet, oddly enough, it only seemed to strike Keigo with a sense of urgency---that then more than ever before, he'd wanted to make Enji his wife. 

It took four and a half more years---years of courting and comforting and protecting and building to make it happen. Four more years of earning the love of that angel and his beautiful children. 

These years were some of the happiest of his entire life.

Nothing in this world had fulfilled him more than being a father---than having a family. Bright signs and flashing lights became much less important throughout the years and instead became much more of a hindrance. He'd missed out on many first days of school, ballet recitals (because his little Shouto had gone through a phase in which he'd been absolutely obsessed with ballerinas and Keigo stopped at nothing to make sure he could follow his dreams) and even doctor's appointments. 

He'd even missed Touya's high school graduation.

It had been moments like those that made his appreciation for the industry dwindle more and more over the passing years. He's indebted to his fans---of course---and to Ricky but as much as he loves the limelight, he realizes he's not getting any younger. He wants more time with his kids---and to not neglect their unborn pup the way he'd managed to do with his older kids all those years ago. It sounds shitty when he says it out loud, but he's happy to have been given a second chance to be a better father even though he's been the best father he could possibly have been at the time. 

Spending his off day doing paperwork that should have been handled by his legal team is incredibly counterproductive to his goals. 

He sighs, taking his reading glasses off and setting them onto his desk to massage the bridge of his nose as he feels a headache coming on. He's mutely aware of the door to his study creaking open, a fluffy head of blonde hair peeking in at him. That, at least, is enough to bring a smile to his face. 

"Hi, sweetheart. Is something wrong?" He asks and receives a shake in response. He sits upright in his desk chair, slanting curiously. "Come on in, baby, it's okay. I'm not busy right now---not too busy for you." 

The blonde fluff disappears only to reappear a moment later as the door is nudged open and Keigo's smile broadens, happy to have a cute little visitor to distract him from his responsibilities for at least a little while. He's even come bearing gifts, it would seem---a loaded sandwich tray clutched in his small and dainty as he takes meticulous steps towards the desk, trying his best not to spill the food. 

The look of satisfaction on Katsuki's precious face when he finally sets the tray down on the desk is oddly rewarding. 

He steps back to present it to Keigo, frilly pink dress swaying to and fro as he bounces excitedly on the tips of his toes. 

"I made lunch!" He says, incredibly proud of himself. "I made the sandwiches and the lemonade all by myself! Well, almost by myself. Mama Enji helped me cut the lemons and I-I am not allowed to cut the sandwiches on my own." 

"It looks delicious, honey, thank you. I was startin' to get a little peckish." Keigo reaches onto the tray to take a bite from one of the triangles, eyes closed and humming his satisfaction. They're simple turkey BLT sandwiches, but they are Keigo's favorite. Katsuki's such a thoughtful boy. 

Keigo had taken to him quite quickly, reminded of how sweet and kind and innocent Shouto had been in his younger years. It was easy to fall into the role of the younger blonde's father the moment Touya had expressed wanting to marry him. Even more so once he's found out what his real father was like. Such a gentle creature deserves so much better. 

Keigo and Enji are keen on making sure he gets it.

Katsuki looks as if he's about to implode on himself, overjoyed that Keigo was appreciative of something he'd made for him. Keigo just wants to pinch his sweet little cheeks. 

"W-What were you doing? Have I interrupted something of great importance?" 

"Ah, well, yes and no. It's a bunch of stupid grown up stuff that I shouldn't have to be doing in the first place since I pay other people to do it but sometimes daddy has to do it himself." 

"Oh. Is it because the people that you have hired are not competent?" 

Keigo scoffs. "I'm beginnin' to wonder myself, princess. I'd much rather have been spending time with you guys today instead of being busy with this mess. Never too busy for my babies, though, so if you or Sho or mama ever need me, don't be afraid to come right on in, okay?" 

"Okay!" Katsuki chirps, more than happy to accept the hug offered to him. "I did not want anything other than to bring you your lunch. I was feeling lonely so mama said we would do the hanging out but he seems very tired so I do not think I would feel okay about doing the hanging out when he so desperately needs his rest. Sho-chan said that mommies need lots of rest and food and tummy rubs so their babies can be strong and healthy." 

Keigo chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head. "They sure do, baby. Why are you feelin' lonely? Where's Sho and Touya?" 

"Mmmm. I do not know where Sho-chan has gone, but Touya has been away since the early hours of this morning because he had to do service for the community." 

"Community service? What's that brat got community service for?" 

"An elderly man said to me that he would like to wear my thighs as earmuffs. I do not know what earmuffs are nor do I understand the meaning of what he had said but I assume they were very bad words. According to Mr. Nori, Touya has shattered quite a bit of the man's bones. Touya promised that he would be back within a few hours, but I am not used to being by myself for so long." 

Typical Touya. At this point, Keigo isn't sure he has the energy to be surprised or disappointed. He's lucky that community service is all that he'd gotten.

"I see. Maybe not tell mama about the community service, okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes, sir." 

It's better that way. The last thing he wants is for Enji to experience unnecessary stress while he's so far along. They're striving for a happy and healthy delivery. 

"Tell you what. How about me, you, and mama go get some ice cream?" 

Katsuki's eyes light up like Christmas lights.

"R-Really?" 

"Mhm. Not the cheap stuff; I'll take you to the nicest parlor in town. Hits a hell of a lot different than buying it from grocery stores." Keigo assures him, standing from the desk chair for the first time in the last two hours. There's a crackling from one or several bones---he can't quite tell which ones---but he figures it just comes with the price of growing older. Katsuki watches him curiously, brows pinching together as if he's considering something or another but he doesn't say anything aloud, even after Keigo waits for him to gather his thoughts. 

"What's wrong, baby? You don't want ice cream?" 

"It is not that I do not want ice cream. I was just thinking that...um. Well. Nevermind. I-I am embarrassed that I will sound like a fool by saying it aloud." The omega mumbles, shifting anxiously on his feet. 

"What? No, princess, of course not. Nothin' wrong with havin' questions. Nobody knows everything. And you can ask daddy anything---he'd never make fun of you or embarrass you." 

Not on purpose, anyway. 

Katsuki seems to consider him a moment, looking up at him through those long lashes. 

"W-Well...I was just confused because you said that the ice cream 'hits differently' and...I do not understand how that would be possible if---"

"Oh---oh, baby, my bad." Keigo chuckles, wiping a palm over his face in an attempt to keep his bubbling laughter at bay. "I didn't mean that literally. It's just an expression, that's all. It just means that getting ice cream from the parlors is a better experience than buying it from the store, you know?" 

Katsuki seems a little dejected, but Keigo doesn't intend for him to be upset about it for long. He reaches down to ruffle his already messy hair and press a kiss to his crown. 

"That's okay, baby boy. You're learning and that's a good thing. Just remember that you don't have to rush growin' up, okay?" 

"O-Okay." 

"Ice cream?" 

Katsuki's smile returns with vengeance. 

"Ice cream!" He parrots excitedly, throwing his hands up in the air. 

Keigo decides that the paperwork can wait.

#

"So it's been a week already, huh?" 

Izuku shrugs, though he's quite frustrated about it. He's not sure of what he's supposed to do to fix any of this, having agonized over it night after night until the point of sleep deprivation. He didn't think he'd ever lose sleep over something like that, but he supposes that losing his best friend seemingly within the blink of an eye had taken a greater toll on him than he'd imagined. 

Eijirou offers him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, bro. I know you and Hitoshi have been close since, like, forever ago. Have you tried to apologize?" He suggested and Izuku shrugs again, tipping his half empty beer bottle up at his lips. He hates the stuff---it's incredibly disgusting---but it's numbing enough to be bearable. "I mean...yeah. But he won't talk to me. Like, I know I pissed him off or whatever but he's purposely ignoring me when I try to text or call him. And I can't just show up at his house unannounced." He tries to make sense of what he'd done that was bad enough for Hitoshi to just blatantly cut him off. They've gotten into fights before and they'd always been able to maintain their friendship up until now. 

If Izuku is honest, though, he believes that they'd been growing apart for quite a while now. And maybe, just maybe he's worried that his relationship with Hitoshi isn't the only one crumbling apart. 

He rarely sees Katsuki anymore but he tries to be considerate of Katsuki's need to experience a world beyond the Yagi household. Besides, Katsuki has more than one family now and Izuku couldn't be more happy to know that he's being loved and cherished the way that he'd deserved. He respects that Katsuki wants to grow as a person without Izuku's constant hovering. 

But it hurts knowing that he's the only one who doesn't see Katsuki regularly now. 

And Hitoshi had begun to hang out less and less with Izuku before their brief altercation a week ago, having been spending a majority of his time with Tetsu and Touya instead. Izuku didn't want to seem like an asshole by pointing it out---Hitoshi was allowed to have friends that weren't him. It's not like Izuku expected to be his only friend. 

They just...didn't feel like best friends anymore. 

Even Mina and Ochako hardly ever wanted to talk anymore.

He'd like to believe that they were simply outgrowing each other; it would have been much easier to accept. But Izuku has come to terms with the fact that he was the one who'd begun to push everyone away. 

He'd let his own arrogance and his ego disconnect him from the people that he loved. 

He's grateful to at least have had the decency not to run his darling Shouto away from him at least, though Izuku knows that Shouto wouldn't leave him. He's been helping him see the error in his ways instead and Izuku realizes too little too late that he's been trying to for quite some time. 

He's grateful that Eijirou is as forgiving as he is as well. At least he'd managed to keep one of his closest friends at his side. 

"I could get everyone in one room so you could get everything hashed out. At least that way, they'd have no choice but to hear you out---" 

"Dude, no. I'm not gonna try and force an apology on someone." 

"But you seem genuinely remorseful." 

"Because I am." 

Eijirou sighs, incredibly large hand reaching up to ruffle Izuku's hair in way of comfort. "Listen, little bro. I know it seems kind of hopeless right now, but I promise you that all we need is a bit of a heart to heart with one another. Life hasn't been easy for the lot of us as of late and...while you've been a bit problematic, I think what they really need is time. The time's gonna come when you get the chance to fix things with Hitoshi and Fumi. Until then, why don't you reach out to everyone else and tell them how you feel? I'm certain they'll be a lot more willing to listen than Toshi is at the moment." 

Izuku doesn't look up from where his eyes are glued to the bar, considering all of Eijirou's helpful advice. He's going to have to swallow quite a bit of his pride to do so, but then again it's his pride that's gotten him into this mess to begin with. 

"...Okay. Yeah. I'll call Mina and Ocha tonight." He says, as he knows they'll be the most agreeable and it'll probably be best to start with. He's not sure that he and Hitoshi will ever be okay again, but he can't just sit there and brood over his own undoing forever. 

Changes have to be made. 

"Thank you, Ei." 

"Sure, man. C'mon, lemme drive you home." 

"I drove---" 

"And you've had four beers. Don't make me call your dad; just get your ass in the car, okay?" 

He can't find it in him to try and argue, mostly because Eijirou is making that face that reminds Izuku so much of an angry puppy. He can't believe most alphas are actually intimidated by such a softy. 

"Can I take the rest of my beer with me?" 

"I don't care man, sure." 

"Alright. Let's get outta here, then." 

# 

Cute. 

It's the only word that Touya can think to use to describe what he's just walked in on upon coming home---or maybe absolutely fucking adorable would be a better way to put it. He'd had quite a long day, standing out in the near suffocating heat to pick up garbage from the side of the road like a goddamn prisoner. He'd wanted nothing more than to come home, shower, and pass out for the next hour or two to regain the energy he'd been robbed of by the afternoon sun---preferably with a cute little blonde against his chest. 

What he'd come home to, however, was more than enough to brighten his incredibly sour mood. 

Keigo and Katsuki have matching pink hair. 

It's still damp, a towel draped over the older alpha's head and another around Katsuki's slim shoulders as Keigo goes about blow drying the neon pink mane on top of the omega's head. He's sitting in one of the tall bar stools in the kitchen and Touya notes the empty boxes of hair dye sitting on the counter. There's the cutest, happiest little smile plastered onto his baby's face that is easily the best part of this interaction---in Touya's opinion at least. 

"Holy shit, dad, did you do this?" Touya greets them, tossing his keys onto the counter. He wants to card his fingers through Katsuki's silky pink hair but doesn't want to ruin his freshly washed hair with his sweaty hands, so he settles for leaning down to capture rosy lips between his own before he leans back to examine the shock of pink hair again. 

"He looked me right in the eyes and said 'daddy, I think I want pink hair'. So sure as shit, I made sure he got his pink hair. Don't judge me, judge yourself." Keigo defends himself and Touya tries and fails to hold in a rather annoying snort of laughter. "So you're just gonna give him anything he wants? And that doesn't explain why you have pink hair." 

"He said I'd look good in pink. Gotta say, I'm not disappointed. And to answer your former question, yes. As long as it's within reason, he'll get whatever the fuck he wants." 

Touya's giggles bubble into a near cackle. 

"God, you're so fuckin' soft. Look at you, wrapped around his little finger." 

"Shut up, community service. " Keigo counters, though it's teasing in nature. "You're one to talk about being fuckin' whipped. Besides, it's temporary hair dye. It'll be gone in a week or so. He just wanted to try it and see if he likes it." 

"Well, I for one think you look absolutely beautiful, baby boy." Touya says, finally addressing Katsuki verbally. The omega blooms a bright red right up to his temples and Touya loves that no matter how much he showers Katsuki with his love and affection, he still receives a rather lovely response. 

The blow dryer abruptly turns off and Keigo removes the damp towel from Katsuki's shoulders. "There you go, honey, all dry. It even matches your pretty dress." 

Katsuki leans back to beam that perfect smile right into Keigo's eyes. 

"Thank you for doing the hanging out with me today! I had so much fun!" 

Keigo feels an odd squeezing sensation in his chest. 

"Of course, princess, anytime. Next week, we're gonna get tattoos." 

"Absolutely not." Touya denies him and Keigo throws his hands up as if Touya is being unreasonable. "Why not? They're just temporary!" 

"I don't care, dad. Nobody's poking my baby with any needles. And I'm not gonna let you put the idea in his head." 

"When did you become such a goddamn buzzkill?" 

"Don't you have a script to go over or...literally anything other than annoying the shit out of me?" 

Keigo freezes, head whipping around to check the time on the stove clock. He curses under his breath, practically throwing the blow dryer onto the counter and startling Katsuki in the process as a piece of it breaks off and slides across the surface only to clatter to the floor while Keigo suddenly takes off up the stairs at a full sprint.

It occurs to him that he's forgotten all about his paperwork.