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Dad! Dabi lets you cry into his jacket at the most minor inconvenience. you dropped your lollipop, you can cry. you missed your cartoon on the TV, you can cry. you tripped on air, you can cry. he needs to wash your plushie and it's going in the washer, sweetheart you can scream and punch and cry as much as you want.

becuase being able to cry, to feel pain, and to feel tears on your cheek instead of blood, and not having to worry about whether or not you are loved and cherished by your family is arguably on of the greatest gifts that anyone could be born with. and him? he had his taken away.

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Hi cookie! I fell IN LOVE w your Dad!Dabi fics, they're just so OEJQJBDKWNDMSNSLMSMS 🫶

I also looked at your request list and saw you specialised in fluff, so idk if you do crack fics cs that's what I'm requesting kinda but a more fluffy or tinsy bit angsty touch to this idea is fine too 🤞

This request also probably won't line up with the storyline you're going for in your fic, this was just a little idea 🥹

But just imagine pre-teen (10-12 yrs old) reader having Dabi's hatred towards Endeavours engraved into her brain that she now does things such as scrunching her face when he comes on TV or just blatantly reports Endeavour Fan Posts online cs yes.

This rlly just a random idea, sorry 🥲

you sent this to me in August.

it is now October.

ANYWAYSSS

TW: fluff? Idk man, Canon typical things really.

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she 100% got all of this hate for endeavour from Dabi. Like one day she saw that whenever the flame hero guy comes up on screen or is doing an interview, Dad scrunches up his face and "tchs" in annoyance like he does when the bus is late for school.

so she starts doing this too! she's a little copy cat :3

she also stomps her foot like him whenever she gets antsy or excited but that's a different story.

HOWEVER

However.

She does NOT have access to social media.

Poor girl gets NO pirated anime

NO music

NO doom scrolls

NO flipin' screentime.

She thinks it's because Dad doesn't have money to buy her a phone nor the guts to steal one. She is wrong.

Dabi does not get her a phone because if she had acess to the greater world of the internet, there is a VERY good chance that she has enough brain cells to find out that he's a notorious villain. which is NOT a conversation that he is ready to have.

but yeah, Reader does hate endeavor. Quite a bit.

I mean, she hates whatever her dad hates really.

but that's gonna change once she's put into his custody, stay tuned!

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God I love leaving things on a cliff-hanger.

Once again, I'm really sorry for giving you an answer is short and this late but I hope this at the very least made you smile.

Love,

Cookie.

Dad Dabi pt. 4

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A/N : FINALLY IT"S DONEE

TW's: Platonic Dad Dabi x daughter reader, Fem as per usual, Mentions of abusive familes, alcohol and drugs (like 1 parahgraph) but a good chunk of fluff too. read at your own risk Ig.

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At 1:30 pm sharp, every weekday, the local elementary school lets out in the neighborhood, children run to their parents cars, walk home, or make their way to the train or bus to go home.

What's unfortunate however, is that there have been certain individuals spotted around the area.

Villains, I mean.

Robbers that natch mothers purses away while they aren't looking, creep old men who watch from a distance, and with the rise of the League of Villains and their speculated hideout being close by, Yokohama's public council has urged for some heroes to take up the extra patrols available in such a... crime infested area. Yes.

Endeavor's PR team eventually got wind of this and...

The bell rang, children burst through the doors eager to go home for the weekend, so joyous. Only to find something even better, a hero, the new number 1 hero, Endeavor.

Swarmed, that what he was, swarmed and annoyed. but this is what's good for his reputation, good for the community, good for him to stay cool and chill as the youngsters say.

Unbeknownst to him however, a harmless little thing lurks around the school building, hidden in shadows like her dad does whenever they go out into town together. She stares like a hawk. At least that's what she tries to look like anyway.

She ends up looking like a tiny wee kitten about to pounce on its mother's tail.

Dad doesn't like heroes.

she thinks to herself, clutching her new bag tightly, she got it just last week since school just started. It's pretty worn down, they had gotten it from the thrift, but it's also all they could afford at the moment. But it was nice enough, with a lot of pockets and space for her plushies, and the best part, it was her favorite color!

especially that one...

She stood there for a moment. Hidden in the shade of the ginkgo trees, she shook her head, and made it past the crowd of rowdy classmates, with flame hero Endeavor at its center.

She was five now, that meant she would be just fine on the streets of Yokohama, lowest crime rate in the world and all that. Dad didn't need to take her on the bus and walk her to school and go back on the bus all over again. She could walk on her own to the bus stop, get on the bus, and then dad would walk her back to their apartment. easy. Really easy.

At least it may have been if a hero wasn't following her. This one could burn her to a crisp, she'd be all crunchy like the toast and strawberry jam she'd had this morning.

Well, to be fair, from Endeavor's perspective, all he saw was a little girl walking down the same route that he was meant to take for his patrol. Simple. May as well make sure that she's okay and gets home safely, especially since she doesn't have her mom with her or anything.

She is a small little thing really. Shoto used to be like that, cute and stubby. Rei would dress him up in cute clothes whenever they would go out.

The girl keeps walking, walk, walk, walk, well, more of a slight toddle. Occasionally saying "hi" to class mates as they go to their respective apartments and houses and to the strays that wander the alley ways.

Speaking of houses, where is this girl's house?

More importantly perhaps, where is her guardian?

He should probably introduce himself to her.

Unfortunately, Endeavor never did get the chance to meet the girls mother or father the way he hoped he would. Instead, he watched her stop at the bus stop closest to the school. He asked her if she needed help. She only replied with the tiniest jump of suprise and a shake of her head "No", and with that he carried on with his patrol.

He tried not to think about her, really he did. But there are peculiar things about this girl, and peculiar things don't leave the mind easily.

He wanted to say that the girl was fine, but she surely didn't look like it. Her uniform, while well maintained, looked old. So did her backpack and her shoes. Her hair style, little pig tails that bounced when she moved, weren't done very well. (ever clearly done by inexperienced hands)

Now- the way she jumped when he spoke to her; that was the oddest thing of all. She had a certain look in her eyes, as if she was scared of him hurting her.

God does he know what that look too well. It's the one that nearly all of his family gave him at one point or another. Shoto, Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, all of them except Touya (that boy only ever wanted praise and admiration from him)... now that he thinks of it, her eyes were a bright blue like Touya's.

Now that just made things worse.

Endeavor just wants to say she's shy and call it a day. But something's wrong about that label. She wasn't shy to her classmates or the various shopkeepers he saw her say hi to. No- No- No! That girl was scared of him.

And just like that, worst case senarios start flooding into his head.

Abusive families, drugs and shattered bottles of bears. Images of all things going wrong and hurtful words. Words that maybe he had once uttered to Shoto or Rei.

Bad things, truly, maybe that scared look wasn't actually one of fear but a plea for help..

Oh it doesn't matter, not right now anyways. Maybe he'd be able to see that little girl again on his patrol some some other day. Maybe it wasn't even him that she was scared of. Maybe- just maybe, he happed to catch her by complete surprise.

Next day, 1:30 pm sharp. Once again, a tiny figure sauntered in the shade of the ginkgo trees. This time, and like clock work, the same way as the day prior. flame hero Endeavor greeted a small army of children who were on their way home;.

She was going to be sneaky time- sneaky- sneaky- sneaky- like a spy! yeah, this is definitely why she wins at hide and seek when playing with her dad! Yeah, super sneaky and oh - never mind, the guy's following right behind her anyways.

She's never going to be a ninja :<

And once again, they walked. Not in snyc, heavens no, she walked in front he in the back. She stopped at the bus stop, he asked if he was okay, and if she needed help. This time she didn't jump, but she also had no verbal response. Only a head shake yes (that she was okay) and then a head shake no (she did not need any help).

Clock work.

1:30 pm. School lets out. kids swarm Endeavor. She tries to sneak off. They end up walking together to the bus instead. He only asks about her well being, and she only shakes her head yes. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sunshine, rain, or fog, she was there if there was school. He was there regardless. not like his family really wanted him home anyways.

It was nice really, he got to play the role of protector, and secretly, he liked to think that when the girl got home, she would gush about him to her parents and would ask to buy a figure or plush or something for him to sign.

(It never happened though, she never asked him to sign anything.)

that brings us to today. Winter had finally decided to let up, the air is warmer, grass is greener, and trees are growing their leaves and blossoms as per usual. Endeavor is there at the entrance, saying hello to all the school children as per usual. Unconsciously, he is also waiting for his little patrol buddy to show up so he can escort her to the bus stop.

Something was off about today though, she was late, and (y/n), as he had once heard another kid call her, was usually never late.

Worried, he waited a little while longer, and about 3 minutes later, out she came.

Now normally, (y/n), the stealthy little lady she is, would attempt to hide and sneak past. Not today though.

Another thing! Was that mud on her backpack?!

God no! That girl loved that backpack more then her own life! It was her favorite, he assumed, as she was always one to keep it clean and tidy.

Oh! what happened to her uniform! It's also dirty with mud. and where are her pigtails?! her usual cheery smile? has she been crying?

No matter, he didn't manage to get a proper look since she ran past him. Pawing at her eyes and cheeks...

And for a moment, Enji didn't know how tpo be a hero.

What was he supposed to do? comfort her? how? she's a child, Enji has no clue how to deal with a child.

He did once though, when it was only him, Touya, and Rei in their family. bask when Touya wouln't burn himself, when Shoto wasn't the key to a legacy, when Fuyumi didn't have to play the role of mom and Natsuo didn't despise him. That was decades ago, it seems. How was he to do it now?

He must have been frozen there in thought for quite a while, and surprisingly, it was cakles and snickers that managed to snap him out of it.

"Did you see the look on her face?! I mean, who cares that much about a backpack that old!"

"Yeah honestly! It's a miracle she has lunch money at all."

"I hear her dad doesn't have a job, and he's freeloading off his parents."

"That'd make sense as to why she's so stupid, must run in the family!"

It was a group of boys, hair, messy. Shoes with mud clinging to them. They were in a tassel weren't they, looked like they had won too, and just like that it all starts to add up.

It seems, something had simply just snapped.

Far away, well, more so 2 blocks away really, little old (y/n) cries and cries at the bustop. dad was going to lose his marbles once he found out!

the bus was going to take a while huh? that's what she gets for bolting out of there as fast as she could. It shouldn't be like this, what had she done wrong? She wasn't mean or anything. She was just- (y/n). Why do they still hurt her?

She sat there thinking, for a little while if you will. Sniffling and wiping at her cheeks, occasionally stopping to brush off some of the dirt and mud on her bag and clothes. The bus should be here any minute now...

Huh? oh darn it, that flame hero's back again. what's that guys' problem? wait, what's he got in his hand? is that..?

the guy stopped Infront of her and he stuck out a couple bank notes, 100- 200- 300- 400! All 400 yen that she had got earlier that day from dad. He had told her "be careful! don't spend it all too fast!"

Welp, she didn't spend it, it was taken and now, returned?

The flame guy cleared his throat. "Here's the money you lost, tell me if anyone's, um, bugging you again, alright?"

She nodded her head and got up, and did a quick bow the way her teachers and dad taught her, polite, but short. She quickly snatched her money and flittered back to her corner of the bus stop.

She looked like a stray kitten stealing fish, a little scared, a little dirty, endearing, and most of all someone that needs a hero!!! (so corny)

Endeavor, unsure of what to do, scittered away himself. Did he like having to corner and yell at those kids to get some money back? not really but it was nice to know that (y/n) had the money and help to survive another day. Those bullies shouldn't bother her again.

Is this what he could have been doing for his own kids? nah, he would have taught them to punch. except- he didn't if only...

He should buy Fuyumi some flowers.

Meanwhile...

(y/n) is busy flipping through all her money, making sure that it's all there. How weird, dad said that heros are meanies who only "save" people for the money and fame. He said they'll hurt you.

But this one- didn't, his name was Endeavor or something like that right? What's up with that? Dad couldn't have been wrong and she's pretty sure that he's a hero. So why didn't it make sense?

No time to think about it though, the bus is here and when she gets off it, she's going to have to explain her dirty backpack and clothes and there's a very good chance he will not be happy.

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yippeee, and here I go carwling back to the hole from whence I came.

Love,

Cookie.

not dead

just procrastinating

school is hard :/

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your dadbi series is so cute omg :(

oh thank you!

love,

cookie.

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dabi doesn’t love gently. he doesn’t even understand gentle love. for him, affection is inseparable from destruction. he only knows how to burn, and when he fixates on you, that’s exactly what he does.

it starts with fascination, the way you make his hollow chest feel less empty. he laughs at himself for it, calls you ‘ashtray’ or ‘sweetheart’ with that biting grin, like mocking his own weakness. but behind the words, there’s an ache, a pull. you become the one thing he wants to keep in a world he otherwise wants to watch burn.

his obsession is suffocating because it’s contradictory. he pushes you away with cruel jokes, only to drag you back with desperate hands. he’ll disappear for days, but when he returns, he expects you to still be there, waiting, untouched. the derangement festers in that double standard. he can vanish, but you can’t. you’re his tether, his claim, his one fragile piece of something resembling home.

and when jealousy strikes? it’s violent. dabi won’t just glare; he’ll start fires. he’ll drag you out of places, burn down threats without blinking. to him, possession isn’t a choice, it’s survival. he’s already lost too much, and he refuses to lose you, even if it means caging you inside his flames.

the scariest part is that dabi knows he’s twisted. he’ll tell you outright, lips brushing your ear, voice rough and ragged. “i’m no good for you. but you’re mine anyway. and if you ever try to leave, sweetheart, i’ll burn the whole damn world until there’s nowhere left for you to run.”

his love is a wildfire. destructive, consuming, inevitable. you can try to fight it, but in the end, you’ll be left with nothing but him and the scars he leaves behind.

you know it's a real funny feeling when a blog that you've looked up to for so long decides to follow YOURS and then is the FIRST one to like your post.

I'm dying.

sorry.

fyi I'm not dead just procrastinating.

love,

cookie.

#update for you guys

So for my Dad! Dabi series, pt.4 is going to mainly be endeavour, so here's the question.

How much do you want for the reader (you guys) to like him?

(a lot) Oh! very much, much fluff, much joy, much redemption arc for grandpa!

(medium) No Ewwwwww, he's gross, I don't wanna!

(Dabi level) he can go die.

Voting ended onAug 22, 2025

I for one, would like the 1st option, but thats just me ig.

Working on dad Dabi pt 4 at the moment! expect slow updates though, I'm super stressed about classes starting up again so wish me luck!

Should I start writing for One Piece? Or just stick to MHA as I usually do?

Yeh

Nah

Voting ended onJul 25, 2025

rember guys, I write platonic stuff only!

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Hi!! I absolutely love your stories! I was wondering if you could write a story about Bakugou having a younger sister (like 12 yo or something) and she gets to tag along with her brother for the day. However, she thinks he's "old and lame" and says stuff like that to him, but she talks about how cool everyone else is. And say someone like monoma makes her cry, and bakugou just immediately swoops in to protect her, and he becomes her hero.

Sorry for the lengthy request!

Family Visit

A/n: I am soooo bad at writing. It's actually insane, hopefully it’s good enough though!

Cw:Fem reader, reader is 12 and adopted, also hinted at having bad foster homes previously, and is a bit of social butterfly, hurt to comfort fluff at the very end, OOC bakugou, minor swearing

It really all started when Bakugou's mom and dad realized that they hadn't gone out for a vacation in a while. One of their kids was busy getting settled into his dorm, the other, far smaller, far nicer one, was just easing back into school after summer break. add the fact that both of them were quite busy at work, then it became apparent that they had been neglecting their lovely little relationship.

Of course, it seems natural that they would go out, perhaps to a little resort in the countryside, where they could relax in nature and decompress together. It seemed nice, for the two of them.

There was one problem however, Little old Y/n. Sweet Little Y/n, their adopted daughter. She was, what one may call, a bit of a cry baby, like her father in that way, she never did like being away from family for too long, not that she'd ever truly admit it, having been neglected by her previous "families".

Thankfully, they had one last family member that could stay with her so that Misuki and Masaru could go on vacation like they wanted to; Katsuki Bakugou.

That's why they were here now, they had packed up everything for a comfortable weekend at the UA dorms all into two neat bags, Masaru handed one over to Y/n.

"listen, I now your older brother can be a little bit of a sour puss, but I promise you, that he does care. so- can you be good kiddo?" he said.

and with a look that held no true malice, she groaned out a "FINNEEE."

she said just as Bakugou showed up on the front porch to pick her up. This time, it was Mitsuki that talked. "Katsuki, I swear to God, if this kid doesn't come back in one piece I'm going to break your arm, GOT THAT?!"

"Whatever you old Hag! just run off already."

"WHAT DID YOU JUsT CALL ME!!?"

"YOU DEAF NOW TOO???"

You know, a normal conversation in their household, while Masaru and (Y/n) stand off to the side, not willing to possibly get hurt in the crossfire.

It wasn't too long before the Bakugou parents said goodbye to their children and drove away in their car, excited for a vacation. Besides, it should be fine, they were only going away for a weekend anyways, and Bakugou was training to become a hero! He lived with heroes too!

They should be fine. With that, they left little Y/n and the big scary Kasuki, alone.

-well, not entirely alone-

"Hey bakubro! where those your parents that you were talking to- oh, hey!" Kirishima said as he carried his bowl of cereal out onto the porch.

"Who's this little lady?" The red haired boy crouched down to her level to look her in the eye to greet her. He smiled, a sharp, toothy, sweet smile

"My adopted sister" Bakugou hissed out, he took her other bag in his arm, "c'mon, Y/n, lemme show you my dorm so you don't get lost." He expected that Y/n would follow him, and that he would show her his room and let her play games on his phone for the majority of the day while he caught up on homework.

Y/n after all, was a pretty nice kid, he doesn't remember her making too much of a fuss during their time together as siblings. But just because that's what was expected does not mean that that's what happened.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, who are you?"

"I'm Kirishima! I'm one fo Bakubro's friends."

"Oh, you're spiky hair, Katsuki talks about you when he comes over."

"Yeah, that would be me alright, manliest guy around!"

Their chatter was lost on Bakugou, as he watched one of his best friends have more conversation with his sister than he had in the past year at the dorms.

It was an odd sight, Bakugou never had truly been one to have a close relationship with his sister, nor have talked to her too much.

And the more he saw her chatting with Kirishima, and then, when they went inside to meet the rest of his friends, the weirder it seemed to him. Next thing you know, she’s talking with pink cheeks and Yayorozu about fashion. Then with Sero about some random movie she saw last week. And somehow she got to Aizawa Sensei, and was talking with him about cats.

What could Bakugou do? He promised himself that he wouldn’t lose his temper, not in front of Y/n anyway. Who knew that she was this social? Hell, he’s pretty sure she’s talked with mere strangers in one day more than he’s spoken to her ever.

But what can he do? tell her to stop talking with others and to shut up? Well, he could, but it probably wouldn’t fly well with his mom.

That’s how most of the day went, Bakugou would bring her along on whatever chores and errands and everything that he had to do that day, and she would talk non-stop with everyone she met to along the way.

Bakugou tried his hardest not to start yelling. I mean, it’s just weird, isn’t it? How come she likes literally everyone else more than she likes him? He’s supposed to be her older brother, what kind of a sister doesn’t even spare him more than a glance on one of the few days that they’ve truly had together? A bad one, to him, but one he sort of loves nevertheless.

So he stays quiet, until he finally manages to get some time alone with her in his dorm. Finally, he can catch up with her. No one to bother them, just pure brother-sister bonding time as mom would have called it.

At 7 pm, he sat her down at his desk while he brought out some fluffy pillows and blankets. He even bought her favorite movie on his laptop for her, they could watch it together. He never did like the movie, but it’s only a couple hours of pain followed by a very happy sister. She used to love it when she was younger.

In an attempt to strike up a conversation he started with “So… Y/n, how’s school going?”

“Umm, it’s fine.”

“Well… are you having trouble with classes or people or anything?”

“No, I’m- I’m okay”

“Alright…”

“...”

It was at this given moment, Bakugou was really wondering if it’d be easier if he just told mom and dad to leave her at grandma’s house.

“...Your friends are really nice.” She started this time.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Kiri and Todoroki especially! I also really liked talking with Deku again, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. He’s still a nerd but a much stronger and cooler one, you know? and - and Kaminari, he can power up cellphones and electronics and stuff with his quirk! Isn’t that cool? I can’t believe you get to hang out with these guys all day, they’re awesome.”

“Yeah, well, what about me..?”

With a laugh and smile she said “you? no offense katsuki, but you’re kinda lame compared to these guys.”

“Wait- what?”

“Yeah, you’re all old now, you're not that much fun anymore. Besides, you never come by the house anymore- what, what are you doing? Kasuki!”

Bakugou by now had started pushing the poor girl out of his dorm and towards the door. “Kicking an ungrateful brat out of my room that’s what!”

“What the hell! Why are you acting like this?”

“You know why! Now out!”

“But-”

“Out!” and with that, Bakugou shut the door of his room in his sister’s face, leaving her to strom out the hall, and eventually, out of the building.

Instead of waiting around in the hallway, she opted to sit outside on the porch. Sometime along the way, when she didn’t even notice, she started to cry. No one bothered to follow her, too busy stuck in their own worlds.

And it’s like this that little Y/n found herself crying on the steps to the UA dorms all alone. She hated- hated being alone.

It was like this for a little while, her sniffling into her hands, occasionally mumbling a “Stupid Katsuki, stupid mom, stupid dad.” mainly stupid Katsuki.

That is- until a figure sauntered up the street. UA workout uniform, water bottle and duffle bag in hand. She couldn’t see the face. As the figure approached a lamp that illuminated his face, his blonde hair simply glimmered.

Though, he didn’t appear to be anyone you’ve met yet, maybe he was from class 1B? What’s the point anyways,not like he's gonna help. And help he didn’t.

“You there! Little girl, why are you crying? Did somebody take your blanket or something.” He yelled out.

“Oh leave me alone! I’m not little, it's none of your business!”

“Oh hell no!, why are you outside the UA dorms, weak little things like you don’t belong here anyways, outside the 1A dorms too, don’ t you know that those losers simply can’t do anything right?-" The stranger just kept ballbering, and blabbering tends not to be one of those things that help when you’re crying.

In fact, in Y/n’s case, it just made it worse, and worse, and worse. Her eyes were red by the end of it. Again, the stranger would just not stop blabbering!

At least that is until “Oi Monoma, the hell you doin’ here? And what are you doing with my damn sister!?”

“Bakuogu? Sister? Hah! So that’s why she’s crying, she’s sad she’s related to a weakling like you!”

“Watch it!”

“No!”

“Why you little-!” and with that, all it took was an explosion powered punch to the stomach to get rid of him.

“Ah! What the hell! Fuck, this isn’t over!”

“Yeah! Yeah! just go, and get the hell away from my sister you asshole!” With that, Monoma scampered off, probably to snitch to a teacher.

Bakugou turned back to Y/n. “Are you okay?” she shook her head no.

“Listen” he started, sitting down next to her on the steps, “I’m really sorry- it was a dick move of me to get so mad at you, s’just that I barely see you these days, was hoping we could talk and chill like we used to. But you’re all grown now- and- it just feels like you don’t need me anymore.”

“...”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” he finished.

Y/n wiped at her tears, Bakugou stopped her though.”Here- lemme um, get that f’you.”

he brought out a tissue from his pocket and wiped them away for her, one hand tilting her cheek up, the other dabbing at her cheeks gently. It was like this that –Suddenly!

Suddenly, He found himself wrapped up in a hug, tight one, one where she cried into his neck for a good 2 minutes

“I’m sorry too Kats! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you and it feels like I don’t know you- and- and- it’s like you hate me so I guess that you don’t-" most of her words were lost on him, between sobs and sniffles that all he could really figure out.

"Hey, Hey! Kid, slow down. One thing at a time, how about that. An apology accepted…

I guess we both fucked up.”

This time, she nodded yes into his now tear stained shirt. Bakugou let out a sigh. “How about we- um, watch a movie, and eat some food first, then we talk? Does that sound good? Yeah, let's go inside."

And really, that’s what they did, watched a movie and ate some food- and–talked. As siblings tend to do. And while it may not have been easy nor fun, it was to mend, and to help, and to hopefully, teach.

Bonus:

Monoma: “I’m telling you Vlad sensei! Bakugou is a danger to the student body!”

Vlad King: “Well then you probably shouldn't have gone around mocking his sister MONOMA.”