Katsu ended up waking up not that long later, crying when he realized he was being held by a stranger.

"Shhh, it's okay little one," Haya tried to calm him, gently rocking him back and forth.

Katsuki checked his phone realizing that it was around the time Katsu got a bottle. Knowing the problem he grabbed the diaper bag on the floor pulling out the bottle and formula, "I think he's hungry, I'll go make the bottle." 

He made his way over to the kitchen with everything he needed. He was surprised by how different it was compared to the rest of the house or at least the part that he has seen. While the rest of the house had a very homely vibe to it the kitchen looked like it came out of a catalog. All the appliances were expensive and new or at least taken very good care of, there was a giant island in the middle, making plenty of room to cook. The granite counters were beautiful. This is something Katsuki dreams of having. Then he spotted what he came in here for, the sink. Making his way over he put the formula and bottle on the counter space next to the sink. He washed his hands first. The last thing he wants is for Katsu to get sick from some stupid fucking germs. Drying his hands on the towel hanging next to the sink, he grabs the bottle next. He filled it up with the normal amount and then added two scoops of formula. He could hear Katsu crying even louder from the other room, making him shake the bottle faster. Deeming it good enough he rushes out of the kitchen back to where the others are.

He grabbed Katsu from Haya and sat back down in the same spot as before. Katsu cried as he was being situated in the best way to get fed, his hands up trying to reach for the bottle. He made a pleased noise when the bottle was finally in his grasp, making the others in the room laugh.

The rest of the time there was spent fawning over Katsu, who ended up staying awake the whole time. Haya even got to hold him while he was awake, sans the whole crying.

The time seemed to fly by, the two hours coming to an end before they even knew it. Outside they heard a car honking, standing to look out the window they recognized the car. With the window rolled down, they see All Might waving to them.

"Oh, you guys have to go already?" He didn't even notice Haya walking up behind them. Haya stood behind them, Katsu secured in her arms, pouting at All Might's arrival.

"Yeah, sorry mom. I'd like to spend more time but we have to go to Bakugou's home." Guilt was obvious in his voice. To be honest Katsuki wouldn't mind spending more time here. Delaying the inevitable trip to his parents. God, he can't think about that right now. He doesn't even want to think about his parents’ reactions.

"No need for that," she reassures her son. Though Katsuki can still tell she's sad about their departure. "Just make sure to visit next weekend, I want to see my grandson!" She brought Katsu closer to her face, kissing him on the cheek. Katsu reached up trying to get her hair in his grasp. “No, none of that.” Haya grabbed his arm, saving her hair from the child's grip.

“Geez, you met him once and you already want to take him from us.” The eye-roll he did couldn’t be anymore dramatic. 

Haya moved to stand next to Katsuki, passing by her son on the way. She handed Katsu over to the blond, who gladly took him back. Turning back to face her son, she playfully pushed him on the shoulder. Kaminari barely even moved from the force. “Maybe, young man, I want to see my son?” Raising a brow aimed at him.

“I get it, mom, we’ll try to be here next week.” 

“We?” Katsuki shot Kaminari a questioning look. Of course, the dumbass was making plans for both of them without consulting him. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last. Sadly.

It was disappointing to see that Kaminari wasn’t the very least bothered by what he did, “Come on Bakugou, what could you possibly have going on then? We both know your in your room studying or sparring with Kirishima on the weekends.”

As much as Katsuki wants to refute the statement, he has to admit it's true. Not that he would say that out loud. Especially not to Kaminari. “I do plenty of things!”

They probably would have gone back and forth even more if it wasn’t for the honking outside. “You boys better hurry, I don’t think your ride wants to wait much longer.”

“Wait, I have to say goodbye to Emiko!” Kaminari yelped.

Speaking of the devil, Emiko comes running into the living room. Her hands were covered in different colors of markers as she held a piece of paper in her hands. “Are you leaving,” she whined the last word. Her hands falling limp at her sides.

“Yeah, sorry Emiko,” a sad smile played on his face. “But I’ll see you next weekend!”

That seemed to please the girl, her face breaking out into a smile, “Really!” she squealed. For a little kid, she sure has some pipes on her. Remembering what she came out of the room for she held out the paper to her brother, “I made this for you!”

He reached out and grabbed the paper. From where Katsuki stood he couldn’t make out what was on the paper. Even with his curiosity, he didn’t try to sneak a peek at the paper. He looked away, paying his attention to Katsu who was grabbing and pulling at Katsuki’s shirt. Smiling down at him he didn’t notice Kaminari walk up to them.

“Ready to go?” Katsuki looked up, Kaminari stood in front of him, the diaper bag slung over his shoulder.

“I’ve been ready,” he couldn’t help that the corner of his lip twitched in annoyance.

The other just laughed as he opened the door. Learning long ago that Katsuki didn’t mean anything by it. Kaminari held the door open for him to walk through. Not that he needed the help or anything. Before closing the door Kaminaro shouted one more good by before finally heading to the car. Once everyone was strapped in All Might ventured off to their next destination.

All Might looked through the rearview mirror, his sunken eyes piercing them. Trying to judge how the visit went before asking anything, “So, it went well I presume?”

Katsuki turned to Kaminari before making eye contact with All Might through the rearview mirror. 

“Couldn’t have gone better.”