Chapter 2: Marching to the Battlefield
Chaos was not unusual in the Bakugo household. It was routine, woven into the pictures on the walls and furniture, echoing through the halls, sleeping in the rooms, and waking up with the family every morning. Noise was not an event in that house—it was the atmosphere.
Disorder was not a problem—it was the natural state of things.
Simple, right? But not simple for the Bakugo couple.
That's why, when Mitsuki Bakugo crossed her arms and announced with absolute certainty,
"I'm sending you troublemakers to school,"
Masaru didn't react with shock. He didn't mind—except for a little chaos gremlin.
Masaru, sitting on the couch, only smiled gently and spoke in his usual calm voice. "You can make a lot of new friends," he continued. "You can learn more things, play with other kids."
"Who knows, maybe you guys could find your little girlfriends."
"After all, you have inherited my handsome appearance."
Masaru adjusted his glasses, imagining girls fawning over him—pure imagination.
"D..E..A..R."
Sr.Katsuki is Online.
He flinched. Mitsuki's hands were now on his shoulders, massaging...
He writhed in pain as he was pulled toward their bedroom.
"Wait—no, no, no—"
"Mitsuki, ahhh, forgive me—"
"Shut up, or from now on just live on the sofa in the TV room."
Like a wilted flower, he accepted his fate. If regret had a face, it would look like Papa Bakugo.
While they were arguing with kitchen pans in their bedroom, Katsuki was full of energy.
Katsuki's eyes lit up instantly on hearing about other kids. The words *school* and *children* translated in his mind into something far simpler—competition. His fists clenched with excitement as he straightened his back and declared, without hesitation or doubt,
"I'll be king of kindergarten."
Mitsuki didn't even bother responding from their room.
"As for playing with younger brother Itsuki," Katsuki pledged, "Never , Ever Happening -I, Bakugo Katsuki, am not a suicidal maniac."
By the time Mama Bakugo returned, Itsuki had already left his reply.
By running away.
Not dramatically. Not heroically. Not bravely.
Pure instinct.
The moment the word *school* fully registered in his mind, his body moved before his thoughts could catch up, launching him into a full sprint down the hallway with no hesitation and no planning beyond escape.
School meant rules. Schedules. Strangers. Leaving the house. Leaving the TV. Leaving the snacks. Leaving his father. Leaving his terrifying dinosaur of a mother. Abandoning the perfectly balanced ecosystem of chaos that made up his world.
What about Mr. Muscles?
What about Moustache Man?
Wouldn't they miss him?
What about their secret missions?
This was unacceptable.
Unforgivable.
Unlivable.
"ITSUKI BAKUGO—!"
Mitsuki's voice tore through the house. It was her decree for his return.
"Oh please," thought Itsuki Bakugo, who stand upon the heaven with his toys.
"Could I fear a mere mother?"
So he ran faster. If the doors had been open, he would've run out of the house.
Mitsuki chased him immediately, and unlike the chaos in Tom and Jerry, this was not playful.
It was fast.
Violent.
Destructive.
Rooms blurred past as furniture overturned, chairs fell, and pillows exploded across the floor. Little Itsuki vaulted over obstacles with desperate speed while Mama Mitsuki moved like a predator, closing the distance with terrifying efficiency.
A flying slipper missed his head by mere centimeters.
Mama Bakugo was a terrifying dinosaur—not the lazy, lanky Tom cat.
Papa Masaru watched from the living room, laughing helplessly, while explosive Katsuki cheered with genuine excitement.
"This is awesome!" he yelled.
And that's how he betrayed his brother, folks.
Inevitably, the chase ended.
Itsuki was caught, lifted off the ground, and held upside down like a defeated criminal.
The usual way.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE FROMME?!" Mama Bakugo roared.
Mr. Muscles and Moustache Man offered their condolences to their master.
Itsuki hung there calmly, enjoying the swing, blinking once before muttering,
"…It was worth trying."
Someone once said:
No matter how you fail,
Try again.
Fail again.
Fail better.
He jumped from her hands, spreading his arms.
"One day the world will be yours!"
"Muhahahaha… muhahahaha!"
Mama Dinosaur's lips twitched.
From that day, she stopped showing Itsuki All Might's videos.
"Tsk. These days even heroes are corrupting people."
All Might, somewhere far away: "…"
***
Later, when the day finally came for the kids to go to school, they prepared to leave.
Masaru crouched in front of Itsuki, who was planning to blow up the school, resting his hands on his knees, smiling gently.
"Itsu-chan," he said, "there'll be lots of kids to play with."
"Isn't it boring staying in the room all the time? Watching TV. Eating snacks. Troubling mother."
As Masaru recounted his youngest child's daily deeds, he even doubted himself.
Is school really fun?
Can it really help him?
He looked at his son.
Itsuki stared back blankly. "Eh…"
Masaru sighed, massaging his temple. He decided to get serious.
This was a matter of their future.
So he shared the big secret.
"And a lots of people to prank."
Itsuki's eyes lit up immediately.
"…Oh."
"Please give your poor mom and dad some peace, darling."
He kissed Itsuki's forehead and lifted him onto his shoulders. This was the Better solution—so he wouldn't have to go to the police to find his runaway child.
Itsuki made a decision.
If school could not be avoided, then school would become his playground.
And it surely did.
And as Masaru hoped, it also taught him.
It built a foundation for what he would become in the future.
***
The youngest of the Bakugo siblings proved his nature and talent by proving the fact that kindergarten did not survive Itsuki Bakugo—emotionally, structurally, or spiritually.
Yes, his dream had been to become a contractor and blow up the school before coming here.
Instead, he became the bulldozer.
And did the bombing himself.
His first victim was a green-haired boy.
He looked like a bean tree sprout shining under the sun, clutching hero books like sacred texts and a No. 1 Pro Hero All Might figure as his sacred god.
Izuku Midoriya had bright eyes, messy hair, endless nervous mumbling, and an obsessive knowledge of heroes and quirks that never seemed to stop.
His first words to Itsuki were:
"Do you like All Might?"
Looking at the bright, wide smile of Izuku, Itsuki smiled gently.
Katsuki Bakugo, who saw this, ran away with his life immediately.
He had an empire to build.
He didn't want to be his brother's plaything on the first day.
To Itsuki, Izuku wasn't a strange child.
He was a resource.
A living encyclopedia.
A walking database.
And therefore, his special target.
Within one week, Izuku Midoriya realized a terrible truth:
If hell existed, it was in kindergarten.
And Itsuki Bakugo ruled over it.
"Even his dear All Might has - Wuuuuuu, Wuuuuu"
Itsuki didn't care about heroes.
Didn't care about villains.
Didn't care about society's obsession with symbols, rankings, and ideals.
To him, it was all background noise.
More than that old cartoons mattered to him.
Quirks, however, were different.
Quirks were systems.
Biology.
Mechanisms.
Functionality.
Limits.
Weak or strong didn't matter.
Only how they worked mattered.
All Might became "Mr. Muscles."
Endeavor became "Moustache Man."
The great Moustache Man and Incredible Mr . Muscles Survived Itskuki - A Milestone to be recorded.
At home, the living room transformed into a battlefield where action figures collided in midair, couch cushions became mountains, pillows became warzones, and blankets became collapsing cities.
There, he rescued his mother, father, and even his brother after kicking them into the battlefield.
In kindergarten, while playing,
Itsuki created entire war scenarios with strategic retreats, ambush tactics, fake defeats, and surprise comebacks.
Izuku narrated attacks with frantic intensity, while Katsuki supplied raw violence and explosive enthusiasm.
At home, Masaru watched from the side, sipping his coffee, equally concerned and entertained.
"We are raising supervillains," he muttered.
The trio formed naturally, without intention or planning.
They were not friends.
Not companions.
Not allies.
Not in the normal sense of the word.
Itsuki didn't seek friendship.
Didn't understand the concept.
Didn't feel any need for it.
Katsuki was his brother.
Izuku was his quirk mentor, his research assistant, his accomplice, and his pranking partner.
Even if Izuku didn't mean any of that.
Three children.
Three roles.
Three paths.
They became kings of their own small worlds.
Kindergarten feared them.
Most of the children were his pranking victims.
It was fun.
It was enjoyable.
But the chaos he raised had no limit.
He gained many playmates—names he couldn't remember, and in the future, faces too.
Just like his father said, playing with them was fun.
The unlimited energy he carried over these years was fully unleashed here.
Teachers barely survived them.
The days were filled with noise, laughter, chaos, warmth, sunlight, mischief, and joy—a childhood soaked in life and disorder.
And for a while,
It stayed that way.
Until it didn't.
***
2 Chapters are enough right?
Hope you enjoyed the chaos.