↝ In a series of flashbacks, you remember your first marriage with Bakugou and recall where everything went wrong.
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced!/ teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (p in v; car sex; fingering); flashbacks; angst; fluff; kids; babies; marriage; divorce; pregnancy; hospitals; mentions of blood; suggestive
⋆ WORD COUNT: 19.2K
A/N: did not mean for this to be this long omg i just had so many little scenes i wanted to write. this was also a sort of last minute decision to add, i thought it'd be interesting to see bakugou and y/n's first marriage and katsuo and suki as kids/babies. hope you enjoy!
NOTE: if you're coming across this randomly, please do not read this first and go to the masterlist tagged below and read the series in order :)
Second Time Around Masterlist
When the lunch bell finally rang, you were so relieved to finally have a moment to yourself. The past two weeks you had been shadowing Momoka, a first grade teacher who was retiring and you were going to take over her position as the new first grade teacher. It was your final day of shadowing and being an assistant teacher and you were ecstatic to finally be a fully fledged teacher.
The teacher’s lounge was relatively empty and you were relieved especially due to the fact that your new coworkers loved being nosy and wanted to ask you one-hundred-and-one questions whenever they saw you, especially after they first noticed the enormous rock on your ring finger.
Bakugou had just proposed a few weeks ago and the high you’d been living off of his proposal was still rampant… or so you thought.
You’d been living with Bakugou for the past year and once things got really serious between the two of you, you thought you would see him more. But these past few months you would catch him in the morning when you’d both leave for work and then late at night when he would crawl into bed beside you absolutely exhausted.
Last night you had brought up your frustrations of wanting to see him more and spend more time with him, especially given the fact that you were going to be married soon. This led to an argument with Bakugou expressing how you were aware how hard he needed to work in order to become the number one hero and he wouldn't change his goals for anyone. You never wanted him to change his goals and you always wanted to support him as best as you could in his endeavor of becoming number one and when you expressed what would the point of being engaged or married be if you never saw each other, Bakugou got upset and ended up walking out of your shared apartment.
You were still upset and mad at him. The argument clouded your mind all day while working with your students no matter how much you didn’t want it to but his walking out was frustrating to say the least.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when two upper grade teachers walked in, chatting amongst themselves. You gave them a courteous smile before reverting your attention to your lunch but you felt yourself freeze when you overheard a part of their conversation.
“Get this. I heard that Dynamight is in front of the school with flowers!” The brunette exclaimed.
“What?!” The blond gasped. “What’s he doing here? Do you think he’s dating one of the faculty?”
“It’s possible. I mean there’s rumors going around that he’s been in a serious relationship for years, it would be crazy if he were dating a teacher here!”
You stood up abruptly and your chair fell backwards, and you cursed at yourself for making a scene since both teachers whipped their heads over to you. You gave them a nervous smile and slipped out of the lounge, speed walking to the front of the school. And sure enough, when you exited the building, there your fiance was, leaning against his red sports car with a bouquet of roses in his hand. His stern expression softened immediately once his crimson eyes found you.
You nearly ran down the school steps and stood before him. “What're you doing here, Katsuki?”
Your heart was hammering in your chest. Despite being together for a few years and being engaged, you still weren’t public with your relationship. Bakugou was wary, mainly because he was constantly bombarded with fans and reporters and he didn’t want to put you through the same thing. And so much of his life was publicized for the whole world to see; he wanted to keep you to himself.
So for him to show up at your school without a care for who would see the two of you was a lot for him.
“I shouldn’t’ve walked out on you last night,” Bakugou murmured, taking a step toward you so his figure towered over yours. He placed a hand gingerly to your hip. “I was exhausted and you didn’t deserve for me to act like an asshole. I know we haven’t been with each other ‘cause I’m always workin’ and you’re everythin' to me, baby, I can’t live without you. So I’ll do my patrols when you’re workin’ so we can be at home together.”
“Oh, Kats,” you said with a small smile. “You didn’t have to come all the way here for this. You’re so sweet.”
Before you could say anything further, you heard a gasp from behind you. You looked and gaped at the crowd of your coworkers, including Momoka, standing at the top of the steps with their hands over their mouths as they took in the scene before them.
“Dynamight is your fiance?!” The brunette from the lounge exclaimed.
You laughed nervously. “We’ve gotta get out of here,” you said urgently to Bakugou.
“Why? Aren’t they your coworkers?” Bakugou asked, looking up curiously at the teachers as they ogled him.
“Yes, which is exactly why we need to leave,” you said, retreating inside his car.
Bakugou chuckled and followed suit, passing the bouquet to you as he floored on the gas pedal and drove off and away from the school.
****
You had directed Bakugou to a nearby park, his car parked in the lot. Fortunately the park was empty since most children were still in school. But Bakugou still wanted to preserve your privacy so you were both sitting in the backseat of his car.
Bakugou’s phone was blowing up because one of your lovely coworkers had posted a picture of the two of you to social media and now the cat was out of the bag. The public was digging up information about Dynamight’s newly discovered fiancee.
“Can’t believe how fucking annoyin’ these bastards are,” he grumbled, tossing his phone to the front seat. “It’s none of their business who I’m with.”
You shrugged. “You have a lot of fans who are obsessed with you. They’re probably curious to know who their favorite hero is dating.”
“Well I only need one person obsessed with me,” Bakugou said, pulling you close to him.
You smiled, kissing his cheek. “It really was sweet of you to show up to the school like that just to apologize.”
“Had to,” he said. “I was actin’ like an asshole and I had to make it up to you.”
He pulled you onto his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist and one hand gripping your thigh as your legs splayed out across the back seat. “I never want you to feel like I don’t care about you,” he murmured.
You held his face in your hands. “I’ve never felt that, Kats. I know how hard you work and how much being a pro hero means to you… but I also miss seeing you for more than ten minutes at a time everyday.”
“Me too… lemme make it up to you.”
You raised a brow at him. “And how are you going to do that?”
Bakugou smirked. “I’m gonna do what I do best.”
You swallowed, looking down at your watch. “You have twenty minutes before I have to get back to work.”
“Done.”
Bakugou’s lips met yours, his tongue not wasting a second to hungrily enter your mouth, dancing with your tongue urgently. He moved your hips so your back pressed against his chest, his neck craning down as he continued to kiss you.
You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand trace up your thigh and you thanked yourself for wearing a skirt that day as his hand brushed up your skirt. His fingers rubbed against your clit, slipping beneath your panties.
“You’re already so wet,” he whispered in your ear. You gasped as his fingers slid inside you and you fisted his shirt in your hands as he undulated his fingers.
“Oh, Kats,” you moaned, panting slightly as he kissed your neck and continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, his palm grinding down onto your clit.
“That’s it, baby, let it out,” he nearly purred in your ear. He continued to work his fingers in your pussy, the sound of you squelching filling up the car.
He let out a groan as you subconsciously ground your ass into him, his dick hardening beneath you. His other hand traveled up and slipped under your shirt and bra, grabbing hold of your nipple and twisting it between his fingers. “Katsuki– I-I’m gonna–”
“Mm, come for me,” he chided softly and you clenched your thighs as you came on his fingers as he reduced his speed and pulled his fingers out of you.
You attempted to catch your breath as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them off. You leaned against his shoulder. “This was not what I thought was going to happen when I saw you at the school.”
“Me neither, but you don’t hear me complainin’,” Bakugou said, resting his hands on your hips. “Come on, I’ll drop you off at school.”
You held his wrists over your hips, turning to look back at him. “We’re not done.”
“Oh? We’re not?” He asked, intrigued.
You shook your head, reaching behind you and unbuckling his belt. He laughed, popping the button of his pants off. “Thought you didn’t have time?”
“We still have ten minutes,” you said, your words jumbling out in a rush, lifting yourself slightly off his lap as your hands went straight to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Alright, baby, ya don’t need to grab my shit like that,” Bakugou hissed, wincing slightly as you impatiently pulled his pants down.
“Then hurry up,” you nearly snapped and he chuckled. He loved how insatiable you got when you were aroused. He reached forward, opening his center console and pulled out a condom. This wasn’t your first time having sex in his car and he learned from the first time when you were in the unfortunate situation of not having any condoms on hand.
Bakugou was tempted to slowly put the condom on his dick to tease you but he knew you’d cuss him out, and as amusing as that would be, you were also in a time crunch.
So he quickly slipped the condom on, not wasting a second as he lined his dick with your entrance and slid himself into you easily. You bit back a moan, being aware that you were near a park and people could most definitely hear from outside Bakugou’s car. Good thing he had blacked out tinted windows.
You went to bounce on him, but Bakugou grabbed your thighs, holding you a bit over his lap. “Nah, no need to do any work, baby, I got this.” Then he started slamming his hips up into you, the sound of his dick slapping against your pussy echoing in his car.
“Fuck!” You whimpered, your nails digging into his leather seats, not caring in the moment for fucking up Bakugou’s beloved car. You threw your head back against his shoulder, babbling and moaning endlessly as he continued to fuck you.
“How much time we got left?” Bakugou huffed in between pants.
You bit your lip and raised a shaky hand to your face to take a glimpse at your watch.
“T-Three minutes,” you sputtered, dropping your hand as your toes started to curl. His cock hit your sweet spot with every movement and you thought you were floating on air, “Kats– Katsuki.”
“Good. More than enough time,” Bakugou grunted, nuzzling his head into your neck and he continued to relentlessly fuck you, his fingers gripping your thighs.
He then paused and put you down on his lap and pushed you forward so you were bent over the center console. Then he started slamming into you from behind.
“Oh my– fuck!” You nearly screamed, your fingers gripping the center console. Your knees began to shake when he brought a hand down to rub on your clit. “God, Katsuki, I-I’m gonna–”
Your voice hitched in your throat and Bakugou chuckled. “Yeah, I know, baby, me too.”
As his fingers continued to move circles on your clit, your legs shook and you creamed all over his cock, burying your head against the console. Bakugou grunted as he slammed his hips into yours twice before burying himself deep inside you and came as hard as he could.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, panting as he fell backwards against the seats, pulling you back with him.
You panted along with him, your pussy throbbing as you leaned your head back against his shoulder. “Apology… accepted,” you said in between breaths and you felt Bakugou laugh beneath you.
“Glad to hear it,” Bakugou said, leaning over and kissing your cheek.
“You don’t have to drop me off, Kats, I know you have to get back to work. I can walk back,” you said as he lifted you by your hips and pulled himself out of you.
Bakugou scoffed. “Fuck no. I’m droppin’ you off. Plus you need to get back on time.”
“But–”
“No buts.” He reached down and helped you adjust your skirt. Thankfully you didn’t stain your clothes… the same couldn’t be said about Bakugou whose pants, which were fortunately black as usual, had numerous wet patches on them.
“But what if people take pictures again?” You reasonably asked, getting off his lap and sitting beside him.
“So? Let ‘em.”
“Katsuki, your windows are all fogged up! They’re going to know that we…”
“What? That we fucked? Is it a crime for me to fuck my fiancee?” Bakugou asked.
“No…” You sighed, looking down at your watch. You were going to be late. “Fine, drop me off.”
Bakugou smirked triumphantly. “Good. Wasn’t gonna let you walk back anyways. Doesn’t matter how much you tried to tell me.”
You shook your head at him. “You’re so stubborn.”
He leaned toward you, his lips ghosting yours. “But you’re still gonna marry my stubborn ass, right?”
You looked up at his eyes then down at his lips. “Of course. You’ll never find somebody better.”
He smirked, uttering, “Damn right I won’t,” before closing his lips over yours.
You were definitely going to be at least a few minutes late.
“There’s no way you think that looks right, Kats.”
“What the fuck do you mean? Looks perfect.”
“It’s literally leaning to the left.”
“No it’s not, babe.”
You rolled your eyes, deciding to move on from the conversation, knowing you weren’t going to get anywhere by continuing to argue with him. Bakugou continued to hang your wedding portrait in a way he was convinced was straight and aligned and you only laughed to yourself as you continued to unpack the kitchen appliances. It was most definitely crooked.
“Nobody’s gonna be lookin’ at how straight this shit is anyways,” Bakugou huffed, tossing his hammer back into his toolbox as he followed you into the kitchen.
“Maybe but I will be looking though,” you said, looking into the first box of appliances on the kitchen counter.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you. “Yeah, but you’re different, you see shit nobody else does.”
“Of course I do,” you mumbled, your hands fidgeting with a blender you were about to unpack as Bakugou started to kiss your neck. You bit your bottom lip as he planted kisses on your skin, his hands squeezing your hips.
As if you remembered what you were supposed to be doing suddenly, you pushed him back and away from your body. “Alright, you know we don’t have time for this. We have to unpack everything!”
Bakugou groaned, leaning back against the counter. “We’ve been doin’ this shit for hours.”
“You’re the one who wanted this big ass house so we have to fill all this space,” you said, continuing to unpack the appliances.
“‘Course we need a big house. We’re fucking married now, we’re not gonna live in a small ass apartment anymore.”
“Hey, don't hate on the apartment. It was cute,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Yeah and it was small as fuck. Could barely fit the two of us in the kitchen,” Bakugou said with annoyance in his tone as he recalled your previous living space.
“It was my apartment that you wanted to move into,” you reminded him.
Bakugou moved closer to you again, sliding his arm around your waist. He turned you around so you were facing him. “I know. I moved in ‘cause I couldn’t stay away from you for a second.”
You bit back a smile as he rested his forehead against yours. “And,” he started, his lips a hair's breadth away from yours. “I married you ‘cause I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Wanna have kids with you. Wanna have it all with you.”
You smiled, the urge to tear up suddenly taking over your body and Bakugou closed his lips over yours, pulling you in and pressing your body so hard against his that your chest ached. You melted into his touch, your arms around his neck as he leaned you against the counter, shoving his tongue in your mouth. He earned a moan from you that made him smirk and his hands reached down and squeezed your ass, detaching his mouth from yours as he kissed your neck, right where he knew you were most sensitive.
“Kats,” you said with a gasp and as much as you wanted nothing more than for Bakugou to pick you up in his arms and bring you to your new shared bedroom, you remembered that your bed still hadn’t been put together yet… which meant there was still so much work to do around the house.
You planted your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away from you. His hands still gripped your ass as he looked down at you with an absolutely irritated expression. Before he could say anything, you interjected, “We need to keep unpacking, Kats, there’s so much we need to do.”
He rolled his eyes and groaned and you jabbed his chest. “We had enough sex on the honeymoon, don’t complain.”
“Says who?” Bakugou asked, watching as you turned back around and continued unpacking the kitchen necessities. “‘Cause that still wasn’t enough for me.”
You held back a laugh. He was impossible sometimes. And despite your request, he stood behind you for a moment and right when you stepped away from the counter to grab the next box, Bakugou grabbed you by your waist, turned you back around, and threw you over his shoulder.
You yelped, taken aback and once you realized what he had done, you hit his back. “Katsuki! Put me down!”
“Nope,” Bakugou said, walking downstairs towards the living room, the only room of the house the two of you had completely unpacked. “We’ve been doin’ this shit for five hours, we’re takin’ a break.”
He put you down on the couch and sat beside you. Before you could even think of running back upstairs to continue unpacking, Bakugou grabbed you by the waist again and planted you on his lap, making you straddle him and continued to hold you down. Your chest pressed against his and he smirked up at you.
You scowled. “You’re such an idiot.”
He leaned up and started kissing your neck again. “Sorry, baby, Can’t get enough of you.”
You bit your lip, holding back a moan. His fingers gripped your sides and you subconsciously started grinding down on him. Any thought of doing any work vanished from your mind as you leaned into him, pulling his face from your neck and grabbing his face to bring your lips to his.
He smiled against your lips. “Thought we had shit to unpack?” He asked smugly against your lips.
“Just shut up,” you mumbled, shoving your tongue into his mouth. As your tongues swiped against each other and you felt him harden beneath you, you pulled away to take your shirt off. He watched you, his eyes flashing with excitement. “You get ten minutes,” you said sternly.
Bakugou smirked triumphantly. “That’s all I need to please you, sweetheart.”
Then he laid you down on the couch where the two of you remained for far longer than ten minutes.
Everything felt louder than usual. The clock on the wall ticked, the electrical humming from the refrigerator became unbearable, and suddenly the walls felt like they were closing in on you. You had paced around all over the house and finally returned back to the bathroom where you continued to pace back and forth. Three minutes was taking so much longer than you expected, and when you checked the time on your phone and finally saw that three minutes had passed you took a deep breath. Then you looked down at your sink counter and gasped.
Two lines.
You were pregnant.
Immediately tears started welling in your eyes and your knees wobbled as you fell to the floor. You covered your face in your hands as the tears streamed down your face. You and Bakugou had talked about having kids and you both knew you wanted kids… eventually.
You’d only been married for a year, having celebrated your anniversary a month ago, although it might have been your celebration that brought upon this pregnancy in the first place. It wasn’t that you were upset about being pregnant, you were actually ecstatic. It was Bakugou’s reaction you were nervous for.
He had said he wanted to wait on having kids anytime soon. He was working on becoming a top hero, currently in the top ten of the Hero Charts, and you were both only twenty-one. Despite getting married young, which neither of you regretted, having children this young felt different.
And just when you thought you could pull yourself together, you heard the front door open and you let out a little gasp. Bakugou had come home early.
“Y/N?” He called out from the foyer and you heard him shut the door behind him.
“C-Coming!” You called out, picking yourself off the ground and immediately going to wash your face, hoping this would wipe away any signs of you crying. You wiped your face, taking another deep breath before heading downstairs.
Bakugou had dropped his work duffle by the front door, unlacing his boots from his hero costume as you watched from the stairs. He looked up at you and smiled. “Hey, beautiful.”
You went towards him and he reached for you, pulling you to him as he kissed you. “You’re home early,” you commented softly, hoping to fall back to your usual routine seamlessly without him noticing anything was wrong.
But of course he noticed immediately, frowning as he looked down at you. “Were you cryin’?”
You shook your head vigorously. “N-No! I just… watched a sad movie. You know how I get with things like that.”
Bakugou gave you a once over before he nodded slowly. Clearly he wasn’t believing what you were saying. So to distract him from his continued suspicions, you blurted, “Why don’t you go change and shower and I’ll get started on dinner?”
“Alright.” Before he could question you further you quickly kissed him on the cheek and retreated to the kitchen. You finally let out a sigh of relief once you heard him go upstairs and slumped against the kitchen counter. A few deep breaths later, you convinced yourself everything would be fine and you would figure out breaking the news to Bakugou later.
The two of you had dinner and you felt Bakugou being more attentive than usual. You were convinced you were acting as normal as usual, doting on him and asking how his patrol went. But he was more reserved than usual and you felt him watching you carefully.
After dinner, Bakugou offered to wash the dishes and you thanked him and retreated upstairs. Not knowing what else to do with all this nervous energy you had accumulated, you decided to take a shower, avoiding Bakugou even more.
Once you exited the bathroom after taking a long shower, Bakugou had just gotten off the phone with his agency. Before you could get into bed, Bakugou grabbed your arm. You looked up at him, slightly alarmed. “What’s wrong?” Bakugou asked, letting go of your arm.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not dumb, Y/N. You’ve been actin’ weird all night. I know something happened,” he said, his eyes searching your face for any inclination that something was up. “Tell me.”
You swallowed and let out a sigh. The urge to burst into tears came back but you pushed those feelings back as best as you could. And there was no beating around the bush. “I’m pregnant.”
You watched Bakugou freeze. You bit your lip nervously as you watched him process the information. Then he looked back at you. “That’s why you’ve been actin’ like this?”
“Don’t say it like it’s nothing, Katsuki,” you said, slightly offended by how nonchalant he was. There was nothing about this situation that warranted being nonchalant.
“I’m not sayin’ it like it’s nothing,” Bakugou said, running a hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. “Did you really think I’d be upset? Is that why you’ve been avoidin’ me?”
You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “No… maybe? I don’t know, we’ve said we don’t want kids yet and–”
You just stopped talking, your eyes tearing up and a few tears broke free, streaking your cheeks. “C’mere,” Bakugou mumbled, pulling you into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your head into his chest as your tears painted his shirt. “So what if our plans are changin’ now?”
He pulled away, looking down at you. “I’ve always wanted to have kids with you. That’ll never change, doesn’t matter that it’s happenin' sooner than we thought it would.”
You sniffled and nodded your head against his chest. He brought a hand up and lifted your chin so you were looking right up at him. “I love you. More than anythin’, Y/N. Don’t ever think you could do anythin’ to piss me off or upset me. And you being pregnant isn’t some shit you did by yourself, we’re both involved. I’ll have every kid with you, doesn’t matter when or where.”
“Oh, Kats,” you said, tearing up again.
He chuckled, kissing your head. “Let’s get to bed, crybaby.”
The last twelve hours was the most gruelling time of your life. Hours of contractions and doctors and nurses running in and out of your room in the hospital. But it was all bearable because of Bakugou who sat by your side the entire time, holding your hand and not letting go for even a second. Your hand was numb by the end of the night.
And there you were, lying in bed as the nurses weighed and cleaned your baby boy up. Bakugou’s knee bobbed up and down anxiously as he stared at the nurse. You gave his hand a squeeze as you gave him an exhausted smile. “Kats, your burning holes in the back of the nurse’s head.”
He snapped his head to you and smiled softly. “Sorry. Feel nervous as fuck right now.”
Before you could respond, the nurse walked towards you with a bundle of a blanket in her arms. “Here’s your son, Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou.”
You bit your lip as you held back a sob and you held your baby in your arms, pushing back the baby blue blanket he was wrapped in. His pale little face was slightly red from crying right after your labor but he had finally fallen asleep.
“Hi, baby,” you cooed, your eyes tearing up as you gently brushed a finger against your son’s cheek.
You looked up at Bakugou who stared at his son in anticipation, rubbing his hands on his pants. He still hadn’t held him since you had skin to skin contact with your son and he was taken to get cleaned up shortly after the umbilical cord was cut.
“Do you wanna hold him, Katsuki?” You asked, smiling brightly at your husband.
Bakugou looked up at you and back to his son and swallowed before he nodded. You carefully passed your son to Bakugou, who cradled the baby in the most gentle way you had ever seen him act. The tears you worked hard to hold back finally broke free as you started crying just looking at Bakugou holding your baby.
Bakugou was still quiet, staring down at his son. You reached over and rubbed his arm reassuringly. “We still haven’t settled on a name,” you said, looking at your baby as his little chest rose and fell softly. Bakugou didn’t respond and you looked over to him. “Katsuki?”
“Sorry,” Bakugou sputtered. “I… I don’t know what the fuck to do. I’m scared of hurtin' him.”
You held back a laugh and caressed his cheek. “You’re not going to hurt him, baby. You’re holding him so gently.”
“Yeah…” Bakugou said, still frozen with the baby in his arms.
“Well, I was thinking of Katsuo,” you said, running a hand through Bakugou’s hair.
Bakugou looked at you and smiled. “I like that.”
Just as you opened your mouth to say something, you gasped as you saw Katsuo open his eyes. Up until that point you still hadn’t seen his little eyes but the combination of his beautiful crimson eyes and his tuft of ash blonde hair made one thing clear: he was a carbon copy of Bakugou.
“Look at his eyes, Katsuki!” You said with a grin, leaning over Bakugou’s shoulder. “They’re just like yours.”
Bakugou’s expression seemed unreadable. You got worried. He was acting so strangely, in a way you had never seen him act before. Maybe it was nerves or sheer shock but you were concerned nonetheless.
Then you saw a tear slide down Bakugou’s cheek, followed by several other tears. “Oh, Kats,” you said softly, reaching out and wiping his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, holding his hands as steady as possible as Katsuo stared back at his father. Bakugou bit his lip. “H-He looks just like me.”
“Can’t believe I carried him for nine months for him to pop out looking like you,” you teased, shaking your head. Bakugou laughed breathlessly at that.
“Take him. I feel like I’m gonna drop him,” Bakugou said in a rush and you laughed, carefully taking Katsuo back in your arms.
“Aw, little Tsuo,” you said softly. “Mm, I like that. Katsuo and Tsuo for short.”
You kissed his little nose and he continued staring up at you, his vermillion eyes piercing right through you. Bakugou wiped his eyes on his shirt. “Fuck, I can’t stop,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes aggressively.
“Stop, you’re going to hurt your eyes,” you chided.
Bakugou pulled his chair as close to your bed as he could get, his cheeks still wet from his tears. “Didn’t think I’d be this fuckin' emotional.”
“Well, it’s our first baby, Kats,” you replied. Katsuo let out a little coo and you grinned. “God, you’re so cute. Can’t believe you look just like Daddy when he was such an ugly baby and you’re so cute.”
Bakugou narrowed his eyes at you. “Look, Ma’s shown me your baby pictures alright!” You said defensively, biting back a smile.
“Shut up. Don’t listen to her shit, son,” Bakugou said, and Katsuo looked over at his father.
“Don’t curse in front of him,” you scolded as Bakugou wiped his eyes, the tears finally stopping.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “He’s fine, he doesn’t understand shit right now. Right, Tsuo?” Katsuo let out a small sound. “See? He thinks so.”
“Don’t pretend like you know what he’s saying,” you said.
Bakugou just laughed and he leaned forward, kissing your head. “You did such a good job, baby.”
You smiled at him and then looked back down at Katsuo. “Yeah… I did.” Katsuo yawned and his eyes grew heavy. “Welcome to the family, Katsuo.”
“Momma!” Katsuo shrieked, breaking out into a run once he saw you.
You laughed, crouching down and hugging Katsuo, his little arms wrapping around you. You picked him up and kissed his head. “Hi, Tsuo. Did you have a good day today?”
He nodded and his daycare teacher smiled at you. “Oh, Mrs. Bakugou, we emailed some new forms for you and your husband to sign for the new year. It’s just some more emergency contact information so could you please fill that out by the end of the week?”
You patted your coat pocket, cursing to yourself once you realized you forgot your phone in your car. “Of course! Thank you for taking such good care of Katsuo.”
You and Katsuo said your goodbyes to the daycare teacher and you walked out of the building and towards your car. Once you buckled Katsuo in his booster seat, you went to the driver’s seat, grabbing your phone from the cupholder where you had left it. Dead… of course. After a full day of teaching, your first year back teaching since giving birth to Katsuo, your phone had been entirely drained.
“Daddy home?” Katsuo asked as you started the car.
“No, Daddy’s at work, baby,” you said, making Katsuo frown and jut his bottom lip out. At a red light, you turned slightly, facing him in the back seat. “Daddy will be home later, okay?”
Katsuo smiled and nodded, turning his attention to look outside and giggle at a big, fluffy dog outside. You smiled at him through your rear view mirror as you continued driving until you finally made it home.
Once you got Katsuo out of his seat and locked your car, you were just about to open your front door, Katsuo looking up expectantly to run inside when the door opened on its own. Both you and Katsuo were stunned to see Bakugou standing before you, looking bewildered.
“Daddy!” Katsuo exclaimed, stepping inside and hugging Bakugou’s leg.
“Katsuki, I didn’t know you came back from work so early,” you said, entering your home and kissing his cheek.
Usually Bakugou would scoop Katsuo in his arms, shower his little chubby face with kisses, and then turn to you and pull you into a deep, passionate kiss. It was what you did everyday when he returned home from work. And there were days where you’d be stuck at school longer than usual and you’d be the one coming home last but regardless who would be at home first, Bakugou looked way more relaxed than he did in that moment. From his expression, the way his eyes were slightly wide, his brows furrowed, and the way he was out of breath, you could tell immediately something was wrong.
He looked flustered, like he had gotten the worst news possible and finally felt relieved after seeing you. Bakugou shut and locked the door behind you, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he pulled you into a tight hug. You were taken aback, not from his physical affection since he loved to touch and hold you, but the nature of his affection.
He pulled away and the first words out of Bakugou’s mouth, without even acknowledging Katsuo incessantly tugging at his pants, were, “Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?”
You frowned slightly. “Oh, it died while I was working. I was going to charge it once I got home.”
“Daddy?” Katsuo said softly, looking up at his father as he could even tell something was wrong.
Finally Bakugou bent over and picked Katsuo up in his arms. “Sorry, bud.” He kissed his cheek and Katsuo beamed, laying his head on Bakugou’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong? What’re you doing home so early?” You asked, setting your bag down and slipping your shoes off.
Bakugou clenched his jaw and considered Katsuo before setting him down. “Can you draw somethin' for Daddy, Tsuo? I’ve gotta talk to Momma.”
Katsuo nodded vigorously and beelined for the dining table where his markers and crayons were still littered about.
“Katsuki, what’s going on?” You asked concerned.
Bakugou grabbed your hand, pulling you to the living room out of earshot of Katsuo. “We’ve gotta move.”
“What?!” You exclaimed, absolutely bewildered. “What do you mean?”
“You need to listen to me, Y/N.”
“We can’t just move, Kats. What is this about?” You asked, holding his forearm.
Bakugou sighed. “Did you notice anythin’... weird lately? Like somebody followin’ you or some shit like that?”
“N-No, I don’t think so,” you said nervously.
He pulled his phone out and turned the screen to you. You gasped at the sight. There were various pictures of you and Katsuo taken from afar when you weren’t aware. The first was of you in the grocery store, Katsuo sitting in the child seat of the shopping cart, pointing excitedly to some Dynamight action figures the store had set up. The second picture was of you holding Katsuo in your arms while leaving the daycare he was always at while you and Bakugou were working. The last picture was just outside your house with you sitting on the front porch, Katsuo sitting on your lap as you read a storybook to him.
“These are…” you started, your voice trailing off as you stared at his phone, horrified. “Who took these?!”
“Some fucker villain was pissed I locked up his brother and he sent these to the agency. Said he’s gonna take–” Bakugou stopped for a moment, clenching his jaw and you could tell it was extremely difficult for him to even talk about this. You reached out and cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing his skin. He exhaled through his nose. “Fucker said he’s gonna hurt my family ‘cause of that. So I can feel what he's feelin'.”
“Katsuki, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see anyone taking these pictures. I think I’ve gotten used to people staring since I started dating you, I didn’t think about how you might have… enemies.”
“Not your fault, baby.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I just… when I got the photos and you didn’t answer your phone I thought… fuck, I thought he got you and Tsuo. And I ran home and I was losin’ my fuckin’ mind when you weren't here.”
Bakugou put his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. “I dunno what I’d do if anything happened to you or Tsuo, baby, I-I couldn’t handle it.”
“Nothing’s happened, Katsuki,” you said gently. “He probably did this to scare you. Tsuo and I are fine.”
Bakugou shook his head. “Doesn’t mean he won’t do some shit later. We need to move.”
“Katsuki, I think that might be too… hasty. We should think about–”
“I have thought about it, Y/N,” Bakugou said adamantly. “I’m not tryin’ shit when it comes to you two. I’m gonna keep you safe and I don’t give a fuck if we’ve gotta leave this place to keep you safe. I'd leave the fuckin' country if that's what it took.”
“Okay,” you said. “If you think it’ll protect us, then we can look at places tomorrow. I can call the real estate agent tomorrow.”
“No, we’ve gotta move now.”
“Katsuki, there aren’t going to be any places available to move immediately.”
“I don’t care how much I’ve gotta pay; we’re leavin’.” Bakugou swiped at his phone. “We’ll stay at a hotel for now.”
You sighed. You knew it was futile trying to change his mind. When it came to protecting you and Katsuo, Bakugou never hesitated to go to extremes to make sure you were safe and you didn’t want to make him feel like he was being ridiculous for being protective. Especially given the fact that someone did follow you and take pictures of you and your son.
“Daddy! I done!” Katsuo piped up, jumping down from his stool and holding up a drawing. It was of the three of you, and the dog Katsuo had seen on your drive home.
“Wow, baby, it looks so good!” You said with a gasp. Katsuo giggled, looking at Bakugou expectantly.
Bakugou smiled softly. “Looks great, bud.” He knelt down, scooping Katsuo up in his arms. “Wanna go on a trip?”
“Yeah!” Katsuo exclaimed, waving the drawing in the air excitedly.
Bakugou chuckled, kissing his cheek. You watched Bakugou look at Katsuo carefully as Katsuo started to babble about something and you swore you saw Bakugou’s eyes water. Bakugou held Katsuo to him in an embrace. “Daddy?” Katsuo asked in confusion.
“Just wanna give my baby a hug,” Bakugou murmured, kissing his head.
You smiled sympathetically at him, running a hand through Bakugou’s hair. “Everything will be okay, alright, Kats?”
“Yeah, let’s go pack our bags, kid,” Bakugou said and Katsuo wriggled out of his arms and started running up the stairs as best as his three-year-old self could.
****
Katsuo broke out into a fit of giggles as he jumped up and down on the hotel bed. Bakugou deadbolted the door and pulled the curtains to all of the windows closed.
“Okay, baby, come on. We’ve got to change into our pajamas,” you told Katsuo who lifted his arms up for you to take his shirt off. As you changed your son, your gaze flitted over to Bakugou who was sitting outside on the balcony, rapidly texting someone, his brows knitted together.
“All done!” Katsuo exclaimed and he laid back on the bed, rolling around energetically. You laughed at his enthusiasm.
You picked him up and put him back under the covers. Katsuo patted the space beside him. “Momma sleep!”
“I will, Tsuo, just give me one second,” you said, kissing his forehead.
You opened the balcony door. “Kats, you’re not coming to bed?”
Bakugou whipped his gaze over to you. “I am… needed to take care of somethin’ real quick.”
“What is it?” You asked.
He looked up at you and grabbed you by your hand, pulling you to sit on his lap. His hand gripped your side, sneaking up his shirt, one of many that you wore to bed every night. “I got a driver for you to get you to school.”
You sighed. “Katsuki, that isn’t necessary.”
“Yes it is,” he said sternly. “I’m not takin’ any chances, alright? I need to know you’re gonna be safe.”
You exhaled through your nose, running a hand through his hair. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Thank you, baby,” he murmured, leaning up and kissing you. You hummed against his lips and you felt his hands grip your sides even harder. You held back a moan as his tongue entered your mouth and swiped against your tongue.
Before things could escalate even further, you both heard Katsuo shriek, “Momma! Daddy! Bed!”
You laughed and pulled away from Bakugou. “Damn kid,” he muttered and you swatted his chest.
“We’re coming, Tsuo!” You called back, entering the hotel room again, Bakugou following behind you, closing and locking the balcony door behind him.
Katsuo eagerly patted both sides beside him on the bed. “We’re comin’, bud. Hold on,” Bakugou said.
Katsuo giggled excitedly when you got under the covers with him and he immediately slid over and clung to you. You chuckled, holding him close to you and kissed his head. “You’re excited about being in a hotel, huh?”
Katsuo nodded. “Hotel! Hotel!” He repeated excitedly.
“You better go to sleep with all this energy,” Bakugou said as he pulled his shirt off before sliding under the covers, laying beside Katsuo.
Katsuo pulled away from you and wriggled over to Bakugou. He wrapped his little arm around his father’s torso and Bakugou chuckled, pulling Katsuo close to him. “Not sleepy,” Katsuo murmured, smushing his cheek against Bakugou’s chest.
“Too bad, kid, you’ve gotta sleep,” Bakugou said and Bakugou switched the lights off. You put your hand on top of Katsuo’s chest, rubbing soothing circles on him like he usually liked you to do since it helped him fall asleep.
“Fine,” Katsuo grumbled begrudgingly and he closed his eyes. Despite his reluctance to fall asleep, within a few minutes Katsuo was out like a light.
“This kid…” Bakugou said with a breathless laugh.
You smiled at your son, patting his mini tuft of ash blonde hair mirroring his father’s. “I texted the real estate agent. She said she can look at places for us tomorrow morning and get back to me.”
“Thank you, baby,” Bakugou murmured quietly to not wake Katsuo, placing his hand on top of yours over Katsuo’s chest. “I’m gonna deal with that fucker, I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to you or Tsuo. Then we’ll be okay.”
“I know nothing will happen to us and I’m confident that you’ll always keep us safe,” you said with a smile. “So don’t worry too much, Kats, okay?”
Bakugou sighed and nodded against his pillow. “Alright. I won’t.”
“Good. Now get some sleep. Good night, Katsuki.”
“Night, baby.”
Katsuo kicked his feet against the chair subconsciously, fidgeting more than he usually did. You looked over at him from the kitchen to where he sat in his chair at the dining table, coloring in his book with two different crayons in one hand.
“You okay, Tsuo?” You asked, sitting beside your son as you placed a plate of sliced apples in front of him.
He reached out and his little hands grabbed one and immediately started eating it. “I’m okay, Momma.”
You smiled, patting his ash blonde hair down. “What’re you coloring now?”
Katsuo put the half eaten apple slice back onto the plate and eagerly picked up his book to show you. “Look! It’s Daddy!” It was a drawing of Dynamight jumping in the air and saving a group of civilians from a burning building.
You grinned, gasping in astonishment. “Wow, it looks so good, Tsuo! Daddy’s going to love this.” Katsuo smiled shyly and grabbed his crayon and continued to color in his drawing of Dynamight.
You winced, putting a hand to your stomach. Katsuo snapped his attention to you, looking up at you with furrowed brows. “Does your tummy still hurt, Momma?”
“Just a little, baby. But it’s okay. Nothing Momma can’t handle,” you said, kissing his head. “Do you want to feel the baby? She’s kicking.”
Katsuo nodded slightly and you took his hand and raised it to your protruding stomach. Katsuo gasped when the baby kicked right where his hand was. “She kicked! She kicked!”
You laughed and ruffled his hair. You both heard the front door unlock and Katsuo jumped off his chair as soon as the door opened. You smiled as you watched Katsuo run as Bakugou walked inside your home, still in his hero costume and looking absolutely exhausted. But nonetheless he smiled brightly when he saw his son.
“Daddy!” Katsuo exclaimed, jumping up towards Bakugou.
“Whoa, kid,” Bakugou said, nearly missing when he reached out to catch Katsuo. “Almost dropped ya.”
Katsuo giggled as he hugged his father and immediately wriggled out of Bakugou’s arms and ran back to the dining table. You chuckled as you watched him run past you and Bakugou slipped his boots off.
Bakugou smirked upon seeing you, reaching for you and holding you close to him. “Hey, Momma.”
“Hi, Daddy,” you teased back, leaning up and giving him a kiss. “How was work?” You asked, wiping away at a streak of ash clinging to his forehead.
Bakugou groaned. “Fucking exhausting. Every damn villain in the country decided to act up today.” He looked down at your stomach, resting a hand on the small of your back and his other hand gently on your stomach. “How are my girls?”
“Well, this girl,” you pointed at your stomach, “has been super active and has been giving me a hard time today.”
“Hey, don’t be mean, that’s my daughter.”
You rolled your eyes. The minute you found out you were having a baby girl, you knew immediately Bakugou was going to be extra protective over you and even more so once your daughter was born.
“Daddy! Look what I drew!” Katsuo exclaimed, waving his father over to join him at the dining table.
Bakugou chuckled, kissing your head. “Duty calls.”
You smiled, listening as Katsuo showed off his drawing and Bakugou praised him continuously like he always did. You straightened Bakugou’s boots and right when you went to reach down to grab his work bag, you heard him yell, “Don’t even think about it, Y/N.”
“Katsuki, it’s not even that heavy,” you said with exasperation as he stormed over to you and took the bag from your hands.
“I told you to not lift a finger. You need to relax,” Bakugou scolded. “Tsuo, you know what to do,” Bakugou said with a snap of his fingers.
Katsuo nodded and jumped out of his chair and ran towards you to grab your hand. “Momma, rest!” He exclaimed as he gently pulled you to the dining table and forced you to sit.
You laughed. Ever since you first got pregnant, both Bakugou and Katsuo had been teaming up to ensure that you didn’t strain yourself at all and you would continuously remind them that you weren’t even that far out into your pregnancy for them to be worrying this much since you were only five months pregnant.
“You’re both impossible, you know that?” You said, directing your statement at Bakugou more so than Katsuo.
“Don’t care what you say, baby. You’re not doin' shit on my watch,” Bakugou said, walking into the kitchen.
“Momma, bad word!” Katsuo exclaimed, pointing at his father.
You glared at Bakugou who then glared at Katsuo. “Who’s side are you on, kid?” Bakugou asked Katsuo who just laughed and shrugged and went back to coloring, munching on another apple slice.
You watched as Bakugou looked around the kitchen and you interjected, “If you’re planning on making dinner, I already did.”
Bakugou whipped his head to you. “What? I told you I’d make dinner from now on.”
You stood up, approaching your husband. “You can’t expect me to let you make dinner straight after you get home from work everyday, Kats. I know you're exhausted.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re more exhausted than me, you’re carryin' a fucking human in you,” Bakugou countered, gesturing to your stomach.
“I’m fine, okay? I barely did any work at the school–”
“School? You haven’t told ‘em about goin’ on maternity leave yet?” Bakugou asked, bewildered.
You sighed. Here we go again. “Katsuki–”
“Don’t ‘Katsuki’ me, Y/N. You’re almost six months pregnant, you shouldn’t be around a class a kids and work eight hours,” Bakugou said, annoyance in his tone.
You held his hands. “I know you’re saying this because you’re worried about me but I’m fine. This isn’t my first time doing this, you know,” you said, cocking your head in the direction of the dining room to your son who was humming to himself and scribbling on another piece of paper with three crayons in one hand. “I’ll go on maternity leave when I feel like it’s too much for me to work. And right now I don’t feel that way.”
Bakugou gave you a once over and sighed, accepting that he wasn’t going to get you to change your mind. “Fine. But when you hit seven months and you’re still workin’ I’ll go to the school myself.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, Dynamight.”
Bakugou pulled you close to him, your stomach pressing against him. “I’m only sayin’ all this ‘cause I want you and the baby to be safe,” he murmured.
You rubbed his back and kissed his neck. “I know. And I’m not mad and I love you for looking after me so well but you’re acting like a mother hen.”
Bakugou scoffed. “I’m not a fucking mother hen.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy,” you said, pulling away from him. “Now go shower.”
“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled, kissing your head. He began to exit the dining room but stopped in his tracks as he stared at Katsuo who was rubbing his hands on his pants aggressively. “Tsuo? What’s wrong, bud?”
“I dunno,” Katsuo mumbled. He looked at his palms. “My hands feel… funny.”
You approached the dining table, concerned as you looked at your son. “Funny how?” You then saw beads of sweat lined on his forehead and you brought a hand to his forehead and gasped . “Baby, you’re burning up!"
“Y/N, go to the kitchen,” Bakugou said sternly.
“What? Why?” You asked in confusion.
“Just go, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Bakugou said gently as he crouched down in front of Katsuo.
You didn't understand what was happening but clearly Bakugou knew and so you backed away, standing by the open archway of the kitchen.
“Tsuo, just breathe, alright? If you panic, it’s gonna get worse,” Bakugou said softly, holding Katsuo’s hands in his.
“O-Okay,” Katsuo said, his voice barely audible and his voice sounded shaky, his fear showing in his tone. Your chest tightened.
“What’s going on, Katsuki?” You asked, impatient and wanting to know whether or not your son was okay.
Bakugou looked over his shoulder and said, “He’s got my quirk.”
Katsuo gasped. “I do?!” Right as he got excited, tiny sparks erupted from his palms. Katsuo flinched and you gasped this time.
Bakugou sighed. “Alright, we’re gonna have to work on controllin’ this. For now just… don’t overreact.”
“‘Overreact?’” Katsuo repeated slowly, clearly not understanding the word.
“It means you can’t get super excited or angry,” you explained gently, smiling at him.
“Yeah. And no touchin’ Momma for now,” Bakugou added.
“B-But then I can’t hug Momma!” Katsuo explained, looking over to you with devastation written on his face.
“Katsuki, maybe that’s too much,” you said, approaching Bakugou, and feeling the same as your son. How did Bakugou expect you to not hug and kiss and hold and coddle your four-year-old?
Bakugou stood to his feet. “I don’t mean forever, I mean for now. The sparks don’t hurt too bad but I don’t want you to get hurt. 'Specially 'cause you're pregnant.”
Katsuo pouted, clenching his hands into fists to hide his palms. “I don’t wanna hurt Momma…”
“Oh, baby,” you murmured, the urge to hold him taking over you.
Bakugou gave you a look. “Just for now, alright? I remember when I got this quirk and I was blowin’ shit up and freakin’ out so I’m gonna make sure he can control it.”
You sighed and nodded begrudgingly. “Listen to Daddy, okay?”
Katsuo nodded despondently. “Come on, let’s take a bath. It’ll help,” Bakugou said, reaching out his hand and Katsuo jumped down from his chair to hold his hand.
Katsuo turned his head and looked back at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes that genuinely made you tear up.
While Bakugou bathed Katsuo and took a shower himself, you started getting the table ready for dinner. You had too much anxious energy and you knew you couldn't just sit still. Surely enough you heard Katsuo’s little feet stampede down the steps and he stood by the dining table, his hair damp and wearing a new set of pajamas.
You smiled at him. “Do you feel better, baby?”
Katsuo nodded and took a step back, tucking his hands behind him. He glanced down at his feet. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Momma. I can eat dinner by myself.”
You might as well have torn your heart out of your chest and stomped on it. “Tsuo, no, it’s okay. You don’t have to stay by yourself, I know you’d never hurt me.”
“But Daddy said my quirk will hurt you,” he said softly.
You sighed and approached him, crouching down in front of him. Katsuo’s eyes widened and he took another step back. “Tsuo, baby, you’re not going to hurt me.”
Katsuo shook his head vigorously. “Just take a deep breath,” you instructed and you inhaled and exhaled with him. He looked at you carefully and you held him by his shoulders. “See, you’re doing so well.”
Katsuo nodded slowly, still tucking his hands behind him. You smiled and kissed his cheek and he smiled shyly. “If I don’t touch Momma then it’s okay! Momma can touch me and hug me!”
You laughed and pulled him to you, embracing him tightly. He continued to keep his hands away from you as he nestled his head in your chest and you kissed his cheek repeatedly, making him giggle. “I’m so happy you got your quirk, Tsuo.”
“Me too! I wanna be cool like Daddy!” Katsuo exclaimed and you ruffled his wet hair, causing it stick up more than it usually did.
“I know you will be,” you said, pinching his cheek. “Okay, let’s eat dinner.”
Katsuo ran to the dining table and sat in his chair and you looked back and smiled at him. You turned around and flinched when you saw Bakugou standing in front of you, his hair also damp from his shower. He gave you a knowing look. “Y/N, I told him not to touch you.”
“You told him that, not me,” you corrected and Bakugou sighed.
“I’m tryin' to keep you and the baby safe, alright? When I got my quirk my folks got burnt up all the fuckin' time before I could control it and you’re pregnant. You can’t be dealin’ with this,” Bakugou said, not a hint of humor in his expression.
You walked closer to him, and leaned up to hold his face in your hands. “You always say I worry too much but you worry just as much as me. Tsuo had his hands behind his back and everything was fine.”
“I saw that. I’m just–” Bakugou stopped, putting his hands on your hips. “I know he’s everythin' to you and you’re everythin' to him, too. Just let me deal with this.”
“I will let you deal with this because I don’t know the first thing when it comes to your quirk. But, I still need to hug and kiss my son. He’s my baby,” you said and Bakugou rolled his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him, swatting at his chest. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, he is my baby. I’ll keep my distance but if I want to give my son a hug I will.”
“And you say I’m impossible,” Bakugou muttered and you smiled triumphantly.
“I know. Now let’s eat dinner,” you said, and you turned around and sat on the opposite end of the table, away from Katsuo just to give Bakugou some peace of mind.
But you were still going to give Katsuo a hug and a kiss like you always did before tucking him into bed.
“She’s so fuckin' small,” Bakugou murmured, looking down at the bundle in his arms.
“Katsuki, she’s like ten minutes old,” you said with a laugh.
“Still, she’s smaller than Tsuo,” Bakugou said, staring down at little baby Suki.
You looked over to him and assessed his face. “Aw, your tears are all gone.”
Bakugou glared at you. “Shut it, alright? ‘Course I’m gonna fuckin’ cry, my daughter was just born.”
“I know, I’m teasing,” you said. Suki let out a small sound and opened her eyes. You sighed. “Can’t believe I’m being outnumbered and there’s three red-eyed people in the family now.”
Bakugou smirked. “What can I say, baby, my genes are more dominant.”
You rolled your eyes and Suki blinked up at Bakugou, her crimson eyes flashing against the harsh hospital lighting. “We should get Tsuo to meet her. He’s waited long enough.”
Bakugou nodded. “Yeah, Ma’s still out there with him. She said she’ll wait and let Tsuo meet the baby first.”
"Dad couldn't come?" You asked as he stood up and handed Suki to you gently.
"Nah, Pops had to work but he'll come by tomorrow," he responded. “Alright, lemme go get Tsuo.”
Bakugou left the room and you looked down at Suki who just stared up at you. “You’re so cute, Suki. I’m glad to have another girl in the family. These boys are too much sometimes.” Suki let out a sound and you laughed, kissing her little nose.
The door opened and Bakugou walked in, cocking his head for Katsuo to come in as well. Katsuo peered into the room hesitantly, fidgeting with his hands. “Momma? Are you okay?” He asked softly.
“I’m fine, sweetie.” You smiled at him. “Come in.”
Katsuo took a few steps forward and then moved slowly to the edge of your bed as Bakugou closed the door. He looked at your stomach and frowned. “Momma, your belly’s smaller.”
You laughed. “The baby’s right here, Tsuo.” You gestured to Suki in your arms who was bundled up in a pink blanket.
Katsuo peered up on his tiptoes and Bakugou lifted him up and sat him on the edge of your bed. He then took Suki from you and sat in the chair beside your bed so that Katsuo could get a better look at Suki.
You put your hands on Katsuo’s shoulders and kissed his head. “This is your little sister, Tsuo. Her name’s Suki.”
Katsuo stared at Suki, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re a big brother now, bud,” Bakugou said. “Now you’ve gotta look after her like big brothers do.”
Katsuo continued to stare and stayed quiet. You leaned over to get a look at his face. “Katsuo?”
Then you saw his lip quiver and he burst into tears, ducking his head down as the tears started to pour out of his eyes. “Oh, baby,” you murmured and lifted Katsuo up so he was facing you and held him to your chest. Your body was aching but you couldn’t just sit there and let your son cry without holding him. Katsuo buried his head in your chest and continued to sob.
Hearing her brother cry, Suki started wailing, her voice shrill and Bakugou began to rock her in his arms in an attempt to calm her down. You looked at Bakugou with concern.
“Katsuo, what’s wrong? Why’re you upset?” You asked softly, looking down at him.
He pulled away from you, rubbing his eyes vigorously. “I-I’m not sad.” He sniffled and looked up at you through his wet lashes. “I’m so h-happy I have a little sister.”
You started to tear up and Bakugou stifled a chuckle. “Oh, sweetie.” You pulled him back to you and kissed his head, brushing back his hair with your fingers.
Katsuo sat up again, sniffled and wiped his eyes and cheeks, calming himself down. “You wanna hold her, Tsuo?” Bakugou asked after successfully getting Suki to stop crying.
"B-But what if I hurt her? With my quirk?" Katsuo asked nervously, clenching his hands into fists.
"We've been workin' on that remember? You know how to control it so it's gonna be okay," Bakugou said gently.
After deliberately mentally to himself for a moment, Katsuo finally nodded shyly and Bakugou put Suki in his lap, still holding Suki in his hands since there was no way little Katsuo could hold a newborn baby on his own. You instructed Katsuo to carefully put one hand behind Suki’s head and the other under her and he looked down at her in amazement.
“Hi, Suki,” Katsuo whispered. “I’m Katsuo. I’m your big brother.”
Suki blinked at him and let out some cooing sounds. “She’s sayin’ hi back,” Bakugou said with a smile.
Katsuo giggled and then there was a knock at the door. Bakugou handed Suki to you as he got up to answer it. Katsuo peered at Suki in your arms and lifted a careful hand and caressed her cheek. “She’s so soft,” Katsuo said in astonishment.
You chuckled. “I know right. Babies are always so soft. You were, too, when you were a baby.”
“Really?” Katsuo asked with a gasp. “Was I this small?”
You nodded. “Yup, you were such a little baby and Momma used to hold you like this, too.”
Katsuo smiled and Suki looked back at him. The door opened. “I told you to wait, Ma,” Bakugou said as Mitsuki stuck her head into the room.
She rolled her eyes at her son. “Oh, please. How long did you expect me to wait, you brat? I want to see my daughter and my granddaughter.”
“Y/N’s not your daughter.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes, she is. Now move.”
She pushed past Bakugou at the door and squealed when she saw you, Katsuo, and Suki on the hospital bed. “Grandma, look! It’s my sister!” Katsuo said excitedly and you laughed.
“I know I see that, Katsuo,” she said with a gasp. She looked at you and smiled softly. “Can I hold her?”
“Of course,” you said, handing Suki to your mother-in-law.
Mitsuki gasped when she saw Suki’s face and started rocking her in her arms. “You’re so lucky you look like your Momma. You'll get to meet your Grandpa tomorrow, okay?” She looked back at you. “How are you doing, sweetie?”
“I’m okay. Just tired now,” you said as Katsuo leaned his head on you.
“Well, we’re all here for you and we’re here to support you. And if my piece of shit son ever makes things hard for you then you can call me,” Mitsuki said, giving you a wink that made you laugh.
“I’ll definitely remember that,” you said as Katsuo gently snuggled into your side.
Bakugou glared at his mother and before he could say anything, Katsuo jumped out of your bed and ran up to his grandmother.
“Grandma, I wanna see my sister!” He exclaimed, looking up at her.
Mitsuki chuckled and sat down so Katsuo could see her. They started talking to Suki in gentle voices and Bakugou sat back down in his chair beside you. He turned to you, reaching out and holding your hand. He kissed the back of your hand. “You okay?” He asked softly.
You nodded. “I’m okay, Kats.”
“You need anything? Food, water–”
“I’m fine,” you said, laughing. If Bakugou acted like a mother hen when you were pregnant, he was even worse when you were postpartum. But you were always so thankful for his support.
You looked over at Mitsuki and Katsuo who were playing peek-a-boo with Suki and smiled. “I don’t need anything. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Bakugou smiled and leaned in and closed his lips over yours.
Being in person in front of Bakugou’s agency was way more intimidating than you thought it would be. The building was bigger than you had last seen it and people were running in and out frantically. Pro hero work was obviously a lot to handle.
But nevertheless you knew you needed to go inside despite hating every time you visited. It wasn’t that you didn’t like pro heroes, you just hated the way Bakugou’s employees would always stare and whisper amongst each other whenever you used to visit. It always made your skin crawl and so you did your best to minimize any need to visit.
But Bakugou had woken up late that morning and had left an important report behind at home and when he didn’t answer his phone, you knew you had to drop it off in person. So after dropping Katsuo off at school, you and Suki made your way to the agency.
“Let’s go in, Suki,” you said to your one-year-old daughter you were holding in your arms.
“Ma-ma,” she babbled, pinching your cheek and you laughed as you entered the agency.
When you walked in, one of the three receptionists immediately recognized you as she shot up from her seat, eyes bulging out of her head. “Mrs. Bakugou! W-What’re you doing here?”
You felt flustered. “Oh, please call me Y/N.” The receptionist nodded but you knew she’d continue to call you ‘Mrs. Bakugou.’ “Is my husband in his office?”
“No, he just stepped out but he’ll be back soon. I can have you escorted to his office upstairs if you would like to wait there.”
“That’s not necessary! I remember where his office is, thank you,” you said with a smile.
You overheard the two other receptionists talked about how cute Suki was amongst themselves and when they waved at her and she waved back, they squealed, making you laugh as you got into an elevator.
“Looks like my baby has fans,” you cooed at her, kissing her cheek and making her giggle.
When the elevator opened, Bakugou’s huge office door was propped open and you slipped inside. It was rearranged differently since the last time you were here, which was years ago. You were pregnant with Katsuo and Bakugou had showed off his new office to you.
It was spacious and his desk was mahogany and absolutely stunning. You walked around to his side of the desk and smiled when you saw a photo of you and the kids right in the center of his desk and in full display for him to see while he worked.
A drawer to the right was left open and you laughed when you peeked inside. It was a collection of sticky notes you always left for him in his lunch. Regardless of whether or not you or Bakugou packed his lunch, you always slipped in a note for him, usually telling him to be safe. You had no idea he kept them all.
As you shuffled through them with Suki babbling in your ear, the door burst open and you looked up, expecting to see your husband. You frowned when you saw a man you didn’t recognize.
He froze when he saw you, stopping in front of Bakugou’s desk. “Oh, I was looking for Dynamight.”
“Sorry, he just stepped out,” you explained and Suki grabbed the collar of your dress with her tiny fist.
The man nodded slowly, and his icy blue eyes raked up and down your body in an uncomfortably slow manner. You fidgeted in place and felt disgusted.
“I’ve never seen you around here,” he said, his voice dropping lower and inching closer to you on the opposite side of the desk.
You took a step back cautiously. “I don’t come around here often.”
“It’s a shame. I’d remember if someone as smokin’ as you came around here.” He grinned and flashed his teeth.
Suki narrowed her little crimson eyes at him and gripped your collar tighter. You scowled. This was unbelievable. The first you'd visited Bakugou's agency and you were getting hit on in his office. “I have no interest in a person like you.”
He smirked, stepping closer and you backed away until your back hit the glass window which covered the walls from floor to ceiling. “But I could show you a good time.”
“I’ve got a baby so clearly I already have someone showing me a good time.”
The man shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me. We don’t have to tell your baby daddy.”
“Have to tell who?” You heard a familiar voice bellow.
The man flinched and turned around. His body was covering your vision so you couldn’t see Bakugou until he turned around. When you made eye contact with Bakugou, his eyes flared and his gaze darted from you to Suki.
“S-Sir!” The man sputtered.
Suki grinned and pointed at Bakugou. “Dada!”
The man whipped his head back to you, his eyes wide. “Wait, you’re Dynamight’s wife?!” You just smirked triumphantly at him.
“You’ve got five seconds to get the fuck away from my wife and my daughter,” Bakugou said lowly, taking a few slow steps forward.
The man stepped to the side and Bakugou grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. “You’re lucky my daughter’s here ‘cause I woulda beat your ass so bad you’d be beggin’ me to end your pathetic fuckin’ life,” he hissed. Suki laughed. She was definitely her father's daughter to be laughing at such violent words.
The man swallowed nervously, and Bakugou shoved him to the side. One of Bakugou sidekicks showed up by his door and she smiled menacingly. “Come on, newbie. Looks like you’ll have to find another hero agency to work at.” She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out, slamming the door shut.
“Dada! Dada!” Suki screamed, clapping her hands.
You smiled at her as Bakugou approached the two of you. “She misses you.”
Bakugou placed his hands on your hips, his eyes searching and scanning your face. You could tell he was trying to calm himself down. “Did that fucker do anything to you?”
You shook your head. “I’m proud of you for keeping your cool.”
Bakugou let out a laugh. “Nah, I almost grabbed him by the fuckin’ neck and threw him out the window.”
You laughed and Suki giggled along with you. You watched as Bakugou immediately relaxed once he saw Suki, smiling as he took her from you and kissed her chubby little cheek. She giggled and started grabbing and pinching his cheek.
“What’re you doing here?” Bakugou asked as Suki pinched and pulled at his cheek.
You stifled a laugh as you pointed at the report you had left on his desk. “Fuck, can’t believe I forgot that.” He sighed and looked over to you with a smile. “Thank you, baby.” He leaned down and gave you a kiss.
Suki laughed and he kissed her cheek, making her laugh even harder. Bakugou sighed as Suki put her head against his shoulder and started gnawing on her fingers. “Wish I could go home with you. Miss you like crazy,” he murmured. Suki pointed at the playpen he had next to his desk during emergency times you had to drop Katsuo off when he was a baby and you were working. Bakugou chuckled and set her down as she took a stuffed bunny toy and started pulling at its ears.
Bakugou turned back to you and you caressed his cheek, laughing at how red his cheek was from Suki’s incessant tugging. “You’ll be home soon. Only a few more hours.”
Bakugou groaned and pulled you closer to him by your waist. He rested his forehead against yours. “Wish I could go home… and be in bed with you.”
You bit back a smile and leaned up on your tiptoes as you whispered in his ear, “You’ll just have to wait for tonight.”
When you stood back on your heels, you saw Bakugou’s eyes flash. “Don’t tell me that ‘cause I’ll get my sidekick to watch Suki and I’ll bend you over my desk right now.”
Your eyes widened and you had to reel back the excitement that washed over your body. But you shook your head, pushing him away from you. You knew he was one-hundred percent serious. But instead you picked Suki up and held her.
“I’m going to go pick Katsuo up from school,” you said.
Bakugou groaned. “Got me all fuckin’ excited for nothin'.”
You laughed, leaning up and kissing him. “We still have tonight.”
“Better be ready when I get home, baby,” Bakugou uttered, pulling you in for another kiss.
You chuckled and Bakugou kissed Suki’s cheek. “Stay safe. And don’t be too mean to the civilians.”
Bakugou scowled. “You should be tellin' ‘em to stop bein’ so fucking stupid.”
You laughed as you started to exit his office. “Say ‘bye, Dada!’” You said to Suki.
Suki babbled, “Dada!”
“Bye, baby,” Bakugou said, waving at his daughter. His eyes flitted over to you and you swore you saw them darken. “And I mean it. You better be ready for tonight, Momma.”
You bit back a grin and left his office feeling absolutely giddy.
Bakugou swore time was passing excruciatingly slower than it ever did in the past. The anticipation was worse than watching you give birth to both Katsuo and Suki. At least in those instances he was able to be by your side and support you as best as he could and he knew you’d both have babies at the end of it.
But this was far, far worse.
It had been so long since he brought you to the hospital, your blood soaking his hero costume as he carried you in his arms. Kirishima and Sero had to go back to their patrols and decided to bring Katsuo and Suki to Bakugou and they also dropped a change of clothes for him so the kids didn’t have to see your blood caked on him. When Bakugou had arrived at the hospital and the shock of the events finally wore off, he asked a nurse to watch Katsuo and Suki as he sought out to track down the villain, the bastard who had the nerve to break into his home and hurt you. It only took him fifteen minutes to find him and take him into custody and Bakugou returned to the hospital afterwards, not wanting to leave Katsuo and Suki for longer than he already had.
And so there the three of them sat, Bakugou’s leg shaking in anxiousness as he held Suki, who had finally fallen asleep. Katuso sat next to him in the waiting room, his head ducked down as he stared and fidgeted with his hands, a habit he inherited from you. He kept sniffling and Bakugou knew he couldn’t fall asleep despite how late it was at that point.
Bakugou wearily glanced down at his son. “You’re gonna make yourself sick if you keep cryin’,” Bakugou said softly.
Katsuo’s lip quivered. “I-I can’t stop, Daddy. I don’t want Momma to d-di–” He couldn’t even finish the word as he burst into a sob and covered his face with his hands.
Bakugou reached down and scooped Katsuo up in his other arm and placed him on his lap. Katsuo clung to the fabric on Bakugou's shirt and buried his face in his father’s chest. Suki was still fast asleep, laying her head against Bakugou’s left shoulder and sleeping soundly. Bakugou rubbed Katsuo’s back. “Momma’s gonna be fine. She’s not gonna– everything’s fine.” Bakugou didn’t know if he was trying to convince his son or himself.
Katsuo lifted his head and looked up at Bakugou through his wet lashes. “Promise?”
Bakugou kissed his head and murmured, “Promise.”
“Okay,” Katsuo murmured, rubbing his eyes.
The door to your room opened and Bakugou and Katsuo immediately snapped their heads in that direction. The doctor and a nurse emerged from your room and closed the door behind them and Katsuo jumped down from Bakugou’s lap. Bakugou stood up as the doctor approached them.
“How is she?” Bakugou asked urgently.
“She’s okay and she’s awake now if you want to see her,” the doctor said with a smile.
Bakugou let out a breath of relief and he felt like he could’ve fallen to his knees. “Thank you,” he said breathlessly. Bakugou looked down at Katsuo, who stared up at the doctor expectantly, and then the nurse before asking, “Could you watch ‘em again while I see to her?”
The nurse nodded. “Of course!” She took Suki from his arms.
Katsuo shook his head and looked up at his father. “No! I wanna see Momma, too!”
Bakugou crouched down in front of him and put his hands on Katsuo’s little shoulders. “I know you do and you will, bud. But I’m gonna just check on Momma first and then you can see her, alright?”
Katsuo crossed his arms over his chest but reluctantly said, “Okay…”
“Thanks, bud,” Bakugou murmured and the nurse took Katsuo’s hand and led him to the children’s play area for the time being.
The doctor dismissed herself and Bakugou inhaled and exhaled before opening your door, his hand shaking while he did so.
Bakugou’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw you. You were laying on the hospital bed, looking out the window with your hand on your chest. You looked over to him when you heard the door open and you smiled weakly. “Katsuki…”
Bakugou closed the door and sat down on the chair beside your bed. He felt his whole body shaking and his heart hammered against his chest. “You okay?” He hated how much his voice wavered as he spoke.
You smiled and reached out and took his hand in yours. “I’m okay. They gave me some drugs or something so I’m not feeling any pain anymore.”
Bakugou glanced down and saw that your gown had ridden up and revealed your entire stomach that was now covered in bandages and gauze. Bakugou felt himself freeze and he didn’t even realize he had started tearing up.
“I’m fine, Kats. Don’t worry,” you said softly, noticing his tears.
“How can you say that when a fuckin' villain broke into our house and did… this to you?” Bakugou asked in disbelief. He clenched his teeth. “It’s my fuckin' fault. I shoulda just gone home I shouldn’t’ve taken that fuckin' shift.”
“Don’t say that. You didn’t know this would happen,” you said, shaking your head.
“Doesn’t matter. I should’ve been there. I’m supposed to protect you,” he said adamantly. "You've been threatened before I should've prepared for this, I should've expected this would happen and protect you from it."
You opened your mouth to say something but the door opened. The nurse walked in, Suki in her arms, who was now awake and had her bottom lip pouted out and her big eyes full of tears, and Katsuo held the nurse's hand. “Sorry. He really wanted to see you and Suki woke up and started crying when she saw me.”
“It’s fine,” Bakugou said with a sigh, standing and walking up to the nurse to take Suki from her. She excused herself and left the room and Katsuo craned his neck to look at you. He gasped when he saw you and ran to your bed.
“Momma!” He exclaimed.
You smiled at your son. “Hi, baby.”
“A-Are you okay? Are you still hurting?” Katsuo asked softly, gripping the edge of the bed as he looked up at you.
You caressed his cheek. “No, Momma’s okay. The doctor helped me and I’m all better now.”
“Ma-ma, Ma-ma!” Suki said, bursting into tears as she opened and closed her hands and reached for you.
You held her little hand in yours. “I’m sorry, baby, Momma feels a little weak right now.”
“Weak?” Katsuo repeated with a gasp.
You ruffled his hair. “I’m just tired.”
You looked as all three of them stared at you with so much concern and despondency in their matching vermillion eyes. You let out a breathless laugh that slightly hurt your stomach, but you buried the pain so they wouldn’t be even more concerned.
“I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, everything’s okay now,” you said, mostly directing your words to your husband.
Bakugou swallowed and gave you a hard look and just said, “Right.”
Despite how many times you repeated 'I'm fine, I'm fine' to him, Bakugou felt a pit in his stomach that would only grow as the days went on.
It was like the world had caved in on you. There was no way this was possible, your eyes had to have been deceiving you. That was it, you convinced yourself, it just wasn’t possible for this to happen. There was no way your husband, who you loved dearly and shared the last ten years of your life with, would ever nonchalantly hand you divorce papers like it was nothing.
The papers shook in your hand, your other hand holding Suki against your chest as she chewed on your necklace. But you couldn’t pay attention to that and the sound of Bakugou walking upstairs as the steps creaked with every movement snapped you out of the trance you were in.
Your fingers curled up around the papers, crinkling them slightly. You stood up, shifting Suki in your arms as you put her down in her playpen. She babbled and immediately grabbed one of her stuffed animals and tugged on its arms.
Katsuo looked up curiously from his coloring book as you made your way upstairs. “Momma? You look mad.”
You did your best to wipe away any negative emotion from your face as you knelt in front of him and kissed his head. “I’m not mad, baby. Just tired. I’m going to talk to Daddy real quick, okay? Can you be a good big brother and look after Suki for me?”
Katsuo beamed and nodded his head. He loved being reminded that he was an older brother.
You smiled at your son and as you turned around and went upstairs, you wiped any feeling of joy from your face as you stared at the divorce papers in your hand.
These past six months had been absolutely exhausting.
Once you had been released from the hospital following the villain attack, things had completely changed with Bakugou. He became distant, and you never saw him since he would come home when you were asleep and go to work before you woke up. One time when you did try to catch him, you had fallen asleep on the couch and woke up in your bed.
This felt so different from the time when you were newly engaged and were having issues with not seeing Bakugou enough in the day. Back then, he was an eager twenty-year-old pro hero who was determined to become the number one hero. Now, he was a father and twenty-eight, not to mention he was the number two hero. He still worked incredibly hard to become number one but it felt like he was both avoiding you as well as overworking himself for reasons you could not understand.
You’d also check in on him through texts and although Bakugou was never an enthusiastic texter in the past, he never gave you curt responses in the way he had recently. It was like he didn’t want anything to do with you. Even when you left a plate of whatever you made that night for dinner, you would wake up to see it untouched and put away in the fridge.
You sped up, catching Bakugou about to go into your shared bathroom. But you moved quickly and grabbed his forearm. He froze and stood with his back to you. “Look at me, Katsuki.”
Bakugou sighed and slowly turned around. You gasped once you saw him. He had cuts and bruises on his face, ones that looked fresh and old. He also had incredible dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks looked sunken in.
“What happened, Kats?” You asked, concerned and when you went to caress his cheek he stepped back and away from you.
“Don’t,” Bakugou said, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
You reeled your hand back. “What’s going on? Why have you been acting so weird?”
Bakugou didn’t say anything, his crimson eyes searing into you. You didn’t even realize you had started crying in that moment until you heard your voice waver as you spoke. You threw the divorce papers to the floor by his feet. “What the hell is this about?”
“Just sign it.”
You shook your head. “Not until you tell me why.”
Bakugou ran a hand through his hair, looking straight at the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.”
You were convinced he had just ripped your heart out from inside of you. How could he say something so cruel? Where was this coming from? And what could possibly have happened?
One thought raced around your mind, a thought you never wanted to be true but with the way the past six months had gone and how distant Bakugou had been… you had to ask.
“Are you seeing someone else?” You asked, your voice cracking.
You swore you heard Bakugou’s breath hitch in his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment. “No.”
“Then why Katsuki?!” You exclaimed. Your body was shaking and your vision had begun to blur with how many tears erupted from you.
“I told you, Y/N,” Bakugou said with a frightening calmness. “I can’t do this.”
“What can’t you do?”
Bakugou gestured between you and him. “This.”
This had to be a sick joke. Never in a million years would you have ever seen this coming. “H-How can you say that? We’ve been so happy and-and–” You paused as the sobs got caught in your throat. “I love you, Katsuki. More than anything. I don't know what happened but let me help you, we can work through this together. Please.”
Bakugou’s eyes met yours. They looked so barren, like the life had been sucked right out of them. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
Any feeling of despair dissipated from within you as your hands balled up into fists, your nails digging into your palms. “I don’t know what happened to you these past few months but whoever you are now is not the man I fell in love with.”
Before you or Bakugou could say anything else, you stormed out of your bedroom, opening the spare bathroom that Katsuo used and locked the door. You collapsed to the floor, your knees shaking under you as you curled up on your side. A hand went to your heart and you clutched your chest, as if you could feel your heart breaking in your own palm. You covered your mouth with your other hand to muffle your sobs.
A gentle knock sounded on the other side of the door. “M-Momma?” Katsuo asked softly.
You gasped, furiously wiping your face to get rid of any tears. “Momma?” Katsuo called out again.
You stood up and opened the door, mustering your best attempt at a smile. “Hi, Tsuo.”
He frowned up at you. “Momma’s crying…”
You sniffled, shaking your head. “I’m okay, don’t worry.”
Katsuo looked at you carefully, his crimson eyes examining your expression. “Okay. Do you want a hug, Momma? When I’m sad, you and Daddy give me hugs and it makes me feel all better.”
You stifled a sob at his unbelievably sweet words. “I’d love a hug, baby.”
You knelt down in front of your son and he wrapped his little arms around your neck and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. You held him tightly to you, refusing to let yourself cry and burden your child.
No matter how dire this situation was, and how messy this would all be soon, you refused to let any of this affect your children. This pain in your chest… you’d go through it a thousand times over to have your children.
****
A few weeks had passed and they were some of the most excruciatingly painful days you’d ever experienced. They surpassed the physical pain of both times you were in labor giving birth to your children.
Bakugou took it upon himself to continue his self-destructive routine but this time he fell asleep in the guest bedroom. You stopped leaving out meals for him; it was pointless since he never touched them anyways. And in that time you did your best to make sure Suki and especially Katsuo wouldn’t be able to tell you were having… issues. Fortunately Bakugou decided to continue being an incredible father instead of just being an awful husband and he did his best to regularly spend time with the kids; he just didn’t even spare you a glance.
“Do you need anything else, Tsuo?” You asked, caressing Katsuo’s hair as you tucked him into bed for the night, kneeling beside his bed.
He looked up at you and shook his head slightly. “No.” He paused for a moment. “Momma looks sad. Momma looks sad all the time.”
You mustered a smile and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead. “Momma’s going to be okay. All Momma needs is you and baby Suki.”
“And Daddy?” He piped up.
“Yes… and Daddy,” you said, lying for the sake of your son. He didn’t need to know how ugly things were between his parents although he would one day. You hoped he’d be way older than the six-year-old boy he was now. Maybe he’d understand one day, even if you didn’t quite understand what was happening in the moment. Maybe he’d understand how blindsided you felt with all of this or maybe he would see things from his father’s perspective and see that things were doomed to fail between the two of you. Whatever Katsuo perceived you only wished he’d still love you as much as you loved him.
Katsuo smiled at you. “Okay. I love you, Momma.”
“I love you, too, baby,” you whispered and kissed his cheek, turning the light off which triggered his night light to turn on. Katsuo turned over and closed his eyes and you closed his door behind you.
When you walked into your room, you could hear Suki babbling to herself. You looked into her crib, that was right next to your bed, and little Suki, who you had just put down to go to sleep, was sitting upright and chewing on her blanket.
“Now, little lady, I thought you were sleeping,” you said in a humorous tone.
Suki giggled, opening and closing her fists up at you. You smiled and picked her up, rocking her up and down in her arms. “Ma-ma,” she said softly.
“Momma’s here, baby,” you murmured, patting her back gently. Eventually you looked down and saw her eyes had finally shut and you carefully put her down in her crib to go to sleep.
As if he was waiting for you to be done caring for the kids, Bakugou stood by your doorframe, adorning his hero suit as he was ready to leave for a night patrol. It was the first time you had seen him face-to-face since the last time you had spoken. “Did you sign ‘em?” He asked, his voice raspy.
You clenched your jaw, doing your best to open your nightstand drawer as quietly as possible as to not wake Suki. You grabbed the papers and walked out of your bedroom and into the guest bedroom.
You looked down at the papers in your hands and then back up at Bakugou, who had followed you into the guest bedroom, closing the door behind him. He also didn’t want to wake the kids. “So you’re really serious about this?”
You watched Bakugou swallow before he uttered, “Yes.”
You took a step toward him, staring into his vermillion eyes. Those eyes that you loved waking up to beside you once upon a time. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me exactly why you want to divorce me. I know you’re keeping something from me.”
“I just have to.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Bakugou exhaled through his nose. “I can’t say.”
You laughed humorlessly. “What can’t you possibly fucking say?!”
“Look, I can’t and you’re gonna have to accept that, Y/N,” Bakugou responded with an equal amount of frustration in his tone. He took a moment to calm down before continuing, “One day… this’ll all make sense.”
You scoffed. “So what? I’m supposed to wait around and hope that your cryptic ass will make sense one day?”
“I don’t know. I just need you to understand that we need to be apart.”
The paper crinkled in your hands. “Fine.” You grabbed a pen from the desk in the room and angrily scribbled and signed every single page.
You threw the pen back onto the desk and slammed the papers into his chest. “I can’t believe I spent the last ten years of my life and had two children with a man who turned out to be the most selfish piece of shit I could’ve ever met.”
Bakugou took the papers and looked down at them, his hands shaking as he held them. He kept looking at them as he said, “Thank you for everythin' you’ve done for me. But this is it for us.”
You let out a bitter laugh. “You’re going to have to leave the house. For my sake and for the kids’ sake.”
Bakugou nodded. “I already had my shit packed... Was just waitin’ for the papers.”
You looked to the side to see he in fact did have his bags packed. If it was even possible, your heart broke even more when you saw those bags.
“My attorney’ll contact you and I’ll get an attorney for you.”
“I don’t need your charity,” you spat.
“I wasn’t askin’ whether you wanted it or not,” he said adamantly.
Bakugou finally met your eyes and for a moment you both just stared at each other. There were so many moments in your relationship where you had wished you could see what he was thinking. From your first date and wanting to know what he thought of you to the day he proposed and you wondered what it was that had made him realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Well… some of his life with you.
“So this is it? You’re going to run like a fucking coward and throw away the ten years we built together?” You asked angrily.
Bakugou looked back at you. “I wish it could’ve turned out another way but… you gotta understand I had to do this.”
You clenched your jaw, shaking your head. “Go to hell. The only thing I understand from this is I’ll never forgive you.”
“I know,” Bakugou said softly, so softly it was barely audible.
“I’ll put up with you for the kids and that’s it. I never want to be involved with you ever again.”
Bakugou nodded and you thought his eyes started tearing up. He reached down and grabbed his bags. He had two bags. He packed up his life and presence in your home in two simple bags. “Goodbye, Y/N.”
You didn’t say goodbye and he didn’t wait for one as he turned around and left the house. Once you heard the sound of the front door shutting echo throughout the house, you sunk to the floor. You brought your knees to your chest, hugging yourself as the tears burst out. Your wound still hurt but it didn’t matter. Any ounce of physical pain paled in comparison to what you were feeling inside.
How did everything go so wrong?
It was all too much. The gravity of his decision was slowly slapping Bakugou in the face but he didn’t dare complain for even a moment. He didn’t deserve to have the luxury to complain.
But when his mother banged on the door of his new apartment at eight in the morning on the one day off he had gotten in eight months, Bakugou wanted to complain so badly.
But he didn’t and he opened the door to get her to stop her barrage of cursing. When he saw his mother’s upset face, his father's equally devastated face behind her, they both gasped in a similar manner that you did once they saw his face. He watched Mitsuki clench her teeth and she pushed past him, Masaru following her inside and she made Bakugou close the door.
“How could you do that to her?” Mitsuki asked, watching as her son walked to his couch and sat down. She followed him as he moved.
Bakugou didn’t have to ask who Mitsuki was referring to. “So she told you?”
“You know Y/N better than I do and you know she’d never badmouth you even though she has every right to.” Mitsuki paused, crossing her arms over her chest. “I went to the house because you haven’t texted or called in so long and whenever Y/N and the kids visited you were never there. So your father and I visited to check on you and when I asked where you were, Y/N tried to cover for you… because she’s a sweet girl and still cares about you. And I forced her to tell me what happened.”
Bakugou sighed, refusing to look at his mother or father. “Just leave, Ma.”
“No. Not until you tell me why you would do that to her. And don’t give me the bullshit reason you gave her.” Mitsuki dropped her arms to her sides, shaking her head. “How could you leave the best thing that’s ever happened to you? How could you split up your happy family and be so selfish?”
"Honey, let's calm down and hear him out first," Masaru said gently.
"To hell with that!" Mitsuki yelled at her husband.
“I don’t wanna talk about it. Just leave,” Bakugou muttered through clenched teeth, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his head in his hands. God did his head ache.
“I already told you I’m not leaving until you tell me why you would break Y/N’s heart like that.”
“Because it’s my fault! Alright?! It’s my fault she got attacked by that villain!” Bakugou finally erupted. He hadn’t uttered the real reason aloud ever and when the words finally escaped his lips, it all became too much. “It’s my fucking fault she almost got killed.”
Mitsuki and Masaru were stunned and were even more shocked when they saw the tears in his eyes. They hadn’t seen him cry like this in so long. Sure he cried when Katsuo and Suki were born or on his wedding day but those times were different than this.
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed under his breath, rubbing his eyes and attempting to get rid of the tears but to no avail.
Mitsuki watched as Masaru sat beside him, resting a hand on his son's shoulder. Mitsuki sat on Bakugou's other side. “So it’s true you didn’t tell her about the real reason and you just left?” Masaru asked
“I didn’t tell her.”
“Why?”
“Because if I tell her, she’ll want to work this all out. And I don’t want her to. I don’t deserve her.” Bakugou met his mother’s eyes. “I can’t live with myself and have her around me knowing this is all my fucking fault.”
“It isn’t your fault, Katsuki,” Mitsuki said. “It was an accident. You can’t beat yourself up over this.”
“You don’t get it, Ma.” Bakugou clenched his teeth before continuing, “I was supposed to go home after my shift but I picked up another one ‘cause I wanted to work on my stupid fucking ranking. I shoulda gone home and I shoulda protected her.”
“And I understand you’re frustrated but… you’re acting like she died in the accident, Katsuki. She’s alive. Y/N is fully recovered and she’s heartbroken and you can’t just leave her like this,” Mitsuki reasoned.
“I know,” Bakugou said with a sniffle, rubbing his face in his hands. His fingers went into his hair and he felt like tearing the strands out from his scalp. “I love her so much. But every time I look at her and see that scar I think about how fucking pathetic I am and how I fucked up. My job is to protect and save people and how the fuck can I call myself a pro if I can’t protect the one woman in my life that means everything to me.”
Masaru felt himself tearing up. He felt for his son, he really did. He recalled how the amount of missions and people his son saved in the past year had tripled and he knew Bakugou was taking on more than he could handle. At first he assumed it was because Bakugou wanted to increase his ranking and become the number one hero like he always wanted. But now it was obvious he was trying to compensate for his not being there for you.
"I should've known this shit would've happened, that a villain would've attacked. I've been relaxin' too much and let her get hurt and I-I can't– I don't deserve her," Bakugou rambled, shaking his head.
“You need to talk to someone about this. We can get help or something, this isn’t healthy to be beating yourself up like this,” Mitsuki started. “We can get you the help you need and then you can talk to Y/N and–”
“Leave, both of you. Please,” Bakugou pleaded.
Mitsuki ran a hand through Bakugou’s hair, surveying his dark circles and sunken cheeks. “Have you been getting enough sleep? Or eating?”
“I’m fine.”
“Katsuki.”
“Just leave!” Bakugou yelled, pushing her hand away from him.
Both Mitsuki and Masaru flinched at the volume of his voice. Mitsuki clenched her jaw and stood up from the couch. “Okay. We'll leave. But before that,” Mitsuki paused before continuing, “You need to think about this decision real hard. You need to figure out if it’s worth throwing away the last ten years and throw away the woman who has stuck by your side through it all and birthed and gave life to your two children. Figure out if it’s worth throwing it all away because you feel incompetent. And it doesn’t matter the reason, Katsuki. If you walk away from that girl without so much as telling her how you actually feel, you’re being selfish.”
Mitsuki sighed once she finished. She stared at her son for another moment, watching as he stared at the ground. She wasn’t sure if he even heard a word she had said but what was done was done.
"Son, I know your mother's words might be harsh but we're worried about you. We've always wanted what's best for you and pushing Y/N away like this... you're only hurting yourself," Masaru said, standing to his feet. "This may feel like the right decision now, but you need to think about if this is what you truly want for the rest of your life. And if you need to talk to anyone about this, we're here. I'm here."
Bakugou continued staying silent and Masaru sighed, following his wife out the door.
Bakugou snapped out of his thoughts once he heard his parents leave and the door shut behind them. He buried his face in his hands again.
His mother was right; he was selfish.
Everything both his mother and father said was right but he couldn’t deal with the shame he felt every time he saw your face. Your forgiving face, the way you still looked at him with so much love following the accident and he was convinced you were putting on a mask to hide the embarrassment you felt towards him for not being there to save you. He couldn’t bear to look at his daughter who looked so much like you or hear his son gush about how cool his pro hero father was. There wasn’t anything cool about him.
Bakugou was a selfish coward… but he’d rather be a selfish coward and run from his problems than ever put you in danger again.
Bakugou leaned back on the couch and looked around his empty apartment. The only piece of furniture was the couch and a single chair at the kitchen counter. He’d have to figure out how to live without you, but he would suck it up and do that.
There might come a day where Bakugou regrets this decision but in that moment, he couldn’t think of anything else when this shame and feelings of worthlessness constantly plagued his mind.
He hoped one day you’d find it in your heart to forgive him, even if he’d never deserve your forgiveness. And if you never forgave him, he’d accept that and live with it until the day he died.
There was a sliver of hope in the back of his mind, one that he continued to shove away, refusing to even think about this possibility. He vowed to still be the best father he could be to his children, he wouldn’t abandon them. And he refused to even think about wanting another woman in his life.
The sliver of hope came back and Bakugou dreamed of the possibility that when the dust settled in the future, and Bakugou felt like he deserved to enjoy his life, that maybe one day you’d take him back.
Bakugou laughed at himself as the thought swirled in his mind. Why would you ever take a selfish bastard like him back? But nonetheless he hoped and prayed you would one day.
Because if that day ever came, Bakugou swore he would work to gain back your trust and be worthy of your love… to be worthy to be your husband and be a family again.
“Why do we have to go to Daddy’s house? Why can’t he live with us?” Katsuo whined as you zipped up his jacket.
“Because Daddy likes living in his own house and we have to respect what he wants,” you said. You knew following the finalization of the divorce proceedings and as the kids got older it would become increasingly difficult to get them to understand your new… living arrangements.
The divorce proceedings were exhausting to say the least… and long. It had been nearly a year since you had signed the divorce papers and during that time you and Bakugou agreed that you would have the kids for the most part and he would come pick them up to stay with him on his days off.
“Dada!” Suki exclaimed, stamping her little feet excitedly. You smiled at her as you crouched down and fixed her pink, fuzzy cat beanie on her head. Thankfully Suki being a baby during all this was best since she didn’t understand the severity of the situation.
But Katsuo still incessantly asked questions.
You grabbed Katsuo and Suki’s bags for the weekend and opened the front door. “Come on, let’s go see Daddy.”
Suki hopped outside and towards your car and Katsuo followed his little sister, hanging his head begrudgingly. You sighed as you locked the door and buckled both children in their car seats.
The car ride felt long, and you filled the time with as much of Suki and Katsuo's favorite songs from their favorite animated shows to distract them from the immensely bleak situation.
When you pulled into the driveway of Bakugou’s new home you nearly choked on your breath. He had informed you that he had found a new home for himself since the apartment he was staying at wasn’t the best fit for the kids to visit and it was lavish to say the least. In the past year you had moved to a smaller home, not being able to afford the mortgage on the huge family home you and Bakugou had purchased together. And despite his insistence on sending you an excess amount of child support, you refused to use his money in that way.
You exhaled before exiting the car and unbuckling the kids. You helped Katsuo out of the car and held Suki in your arms, holding their bags in your other hand.
“Daddy’s new house?” Katsuo asked as he curiously looked at the giant door.
You nodded and rang the doorbell. A few beats passed before the door opened. “Daddy!” Katsuo and Suki exclaimed excitedly. You put Suki down as they both ran and hugged his legs.
Bakugou chuckled and knelt down, holding the kids close to him. Katsuo looked over his shoulder and slipped out of Bakugou’s arms. You and Bakugou watched as Katsuo hugged your legs. “I’m gonna miss you, Momma,” he whispered.
You could’ve burst into tears at that moment. You knelt down in front of him and kissed his cheek. “You’ll only be away for two days, baby. I’ll see you then, okay?”
Katsuo nodded. “There’s cookies on the table, kids,” Bakugou announced and Katsuo gasped before running inside.
“Bye bye, Ma-ma!” Suki babbled before waddling and following her brother. You smiled and waved at them and the smile immediately fell from your face when your gaze met your now ex-husband’s.
“My lawyer sent you the last paperwork you need to fill out. Send it to her when you’re done,” you said curtly and he nodded. You looked over his shoulder at Katsuo and Suki sitting by the dining room table, Katsuo feeding Suki a cookie as she giggled excitedly. “I’ll come by Monday morning to pick them up.”
“I’ll drop ‘em off at yours,” Bakugou rebutted and you just looked at him.
He looked worse each time you saw him. His eye bags were deeper and he looked like a ghost.
“So this is it,” you announced.
“Yeah,” Bakugou murmured.
You chuckled humorlessly. “I’ve been rehearsing what I’ve been wanting to say to you all week and I’ve been trying to convince myself that I wish you the best but… honestly I don’t.”
You paused and looked him right in the eye as you said, “I want nothing to do with you unless it has to do with the kids.”
Bakugou swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
You turned on your heel to walk back to your car and you stopped in your tracks as you heard him say, “Thank you, Y/N… for everything.”
Your hands balled up into fists. How dare he thank you after everything? Why wasn’t he acting like a vindictive ex-husband like you’d seen in reality TV and from stories from your coworkers about their awful exes? It would make this whole process so much easier if he was the hateful man you wished he was. How were you going to drop your kids off every weekend and see him every weekend in this manner, knowing you’d probably never get over him?
“Goodbye, Katsuki,” you said, not bothering to look at him as you walked to your car. You started your vehicle and reversed out of his driveway as fast as you could. You blinked rapidly as your vision blurred with your tears as you drove.
You were furious. It was all too much and your first drop off was a success… to your dismay. You didn’t want this to be easy and amicable, you wanted to know that Bakugou was suffering as much as you. But how could he be suffering when he had your kids and a brand spanking new, beautiful home? He clearly didn’t need you anymore… but could you say the same about him?
You shook your head. You had to live without him, no matter how difficult it would be. You couldn’t imagine a time where you wouldn’t be in anguish as you looked at him and you knew it would only get harder and harder…
… But maybe there’d come a day when the pain in your chest would subside. Maybe there’d come a day when you could look him in the eye and feel nothing.
And maybe… just maybe… there would come a day when you would finally receive closure about the real reason for all of this, the real reason why Bakugou would rather throw you away than have you beside him for the rest of his life like you thought you would be when you agreed to marry him. And maybe your clouded mind would finally be clear and you’d find it in yourself to forgive him.
Or maybe Bakugou would let you in and you'd work together to sort those complicated feelings Bakugou was enduring. And then maybe you'd even take him back as your husband if it ever came to that.
A/N: ... so sorry for the sad ending to this series lol but we knew bakugou and y/n's first marriage wasn't going to be the happiest of stories lol but at least their second marriage was a success!
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A Drawing of Katsuo and Suki! Simplybakugou OCS from Second Time Around
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i can’t stop thinking about beefy men so here’s me babbling 🫶
just imagine either megumi, itadori or katsuki bulking.
summer had just ended which you could tell by their physique, tan and shredded, you were already a couple weeks into fall. they had said they were bulking but you didn’t quite know what that meant. you did notice the increase in appetite however.
you normally served them seconds but this time you were serving thirds. you didn’t realize it until you had to buy groceries a little sooner than you normally do.
you notice he visits the gym 5 times a week and not 6 and the sessions are not as long. he’s not soaking with sweat when he returns and he’s definitely not as tired and sore from the sessions. you didn’t mind though, happy to spend as much time with him as you could.
but what you really noticed were the cuddles. he was so much more warmer than usual and his big arms seemed to be able to hold even more of your body, your upper half practically hidden away in his tank of an arm. you already struggled wrapping your arms around his thick torso, now you struggled just a tad more and the flesh where your arms lay is a little pudgy. you felt completely enveloped in his arms, like you were hiding beneath his skin. his little gut was so soft when you lay your head on it.
you were obsessed with him even more, if that was possible (it isn’t). and he could tell you loved it too. you would always ask for him to hold you, you would constantly wrap yourself around his arm, and you often asked him to take off his shirt so you could lay skin to skin with his chest. you would lay there and delicately trace the ink from his tattoo on his forearm, you would do this for hours too. all he could do was grin to himself, you were like a puppy with heart eyes following him around.
when spring rolled around he started cutting, you noticed quickly. you would constantly ask, “why are you not eating? is something wrong? does it taste bad?” with your sweet puppy eyes, adorable pout making his resolve crumble.
so he never really lost that weight, his arms were a tad squishy and he had a little pudge on his tummy but he didn't mind it one bit when you would practically drool anytime you saw even a glimpse of his happy trail and the beginning of the slight plump of his belly or the beginning of the swell on his bicep. you wanted to eat him and he gladly would let you.
