Caregiver!Bakugo who cooks rich, flavorful meals to fit any regressor's tastes, who makes sure they're always well-fed and content
Caregiver!Bakugo who grumbles while he prepares cute snacks, because why is he cutting fruits in heart shapes now? Then again; he finds it calming, and can't help but smile to himself when he brings the snacks to one of his regressor friends and they yell in excitement (E.g: Denki) or offer him a cute, shy smile along with a polite "thank you" (E.g: Todoroki and Deku)
Caregiver!Bakugo who hums to himself while cooking, unaware that one of the regressors might hear him and promptly force him to start singing louder
Caregiver!Bakugo who will sit through any and all kids' shows, paying attention and chatting about it with the regressors
Caregiver!Bakugo who loves to give piggyback rides
Caregiver!Bakugo who also loves to pick them up and throw them up in the air– except he doesn't do that one as often because Deku has screamed at him in fear that someone's head might hit the roof
Caregiver!Bakugo who learned children have to be treated with kindness and respect, and now he's perfectly ready to yell someone's head off if they dare so much as look at a child or regressor wrong
Caregiver!Bakugo who feels so unbelievably honored that his regressor friends trust him to take care of them.
Bakugou is a heavy sleeper, on account of how he can't hear well. The shouting didn't wake him, the vibrations bursting through the floors did. He twisted in his sheets, eyes squinting at his violent red alarm clock overloading his vision. The sudden rattling of his headboard jerked him further awake, jumping as he watched it scrape against the wall, his eyes narrowing. His head went to the worst possible outcome, the league of villians infilatriating, some kind of villian terrorizing them over and over again because they really couldn't catch a break. Even before he reached for his hearing aids he could hear the slight muffled sounds, distant and unhelpful.
When he adjusted his hearing aids into place, he nearly ripped them back out. Even after some time, he wasn't used to the sudden burst of noise that welcomed him each time he fitted them. He didn't have time to wince and complain, not with the echoing of sobbing, shaking the walls piercing through his ears. The dimmed lighting outside of his door from the hallway lights flickered, and he didn't need to be as smart as he is to know who could be the cause of that. He'd recognize that cry of distress anywhere.
With a frustrated, tired groan, he tossed off his blankets, ignoring the concern smothering at his chest. Stomping towards his door, he ripped it open, scowling at the scene down the hall. Nearly half of Class-A huddled outside Kaminari's door. He gingerly stepped past a few shards of glass from a bulb that had popped and pushed through the flurry of people.
"What the hell is going on?" Bakugou sneers, stomping towards the scene. A few protests rang out as he worked his shoulders through, roughly knocking into his classmates to get by. He paused as Kirishimas' wide and bristling eyes met his.
He understood why even before he stepped past the crowd.
Denki sat on the ground, hypervenillianting past choked, loud wails while his hands dug into his blonde hair. Bakugou could see the loose strands wrapped around his fingers, a few on the ground while he cradled his body back and forth in a rocking position. Every time someone moved an inch closer, another beam of electricity rang out, narrowly missing anyone in sight. The walls sizzled, black burnt spots cascading over the wall. Smoke coated the bedside table, the top of his Pokémon themed lamp haven been blasted towards the other side of the room, glass scattered from where the bulb had blown.
"Fucking hell, shitty hair what's this shit?" He asks, though his tempered flared at the various amounts of muttering coming from behind him. He craned his neck around to glare at the nosey classmates. "All of you fuck off! And go make yourselves useful and find me Aizawa!" He sneers, satisfied when rushed nervous yelps rang through, a few of them tripping over themselves to go and find their sensei. With most of the idiots taken care of, he narrowed his eyes at Kirishima once more, who seemed to almost be crouched over, as if guarding Denki from everyone else, his hardening quirk slightly activated, likely to fight off any stray bolts of electricity set off.
"I don't know, man," Kiri supplies helplessly as the dozens of foosteps began to tamper off, frowning as Denki choked on a harsh sob, his eyes screwed shut so tight it seemed painful. "I woke up to him screaming and crying! I tried to calm him down, but I don't think he can hear me right now."
Bakugou frowns and peeks back at Mina and Sero, the other two who had stuck around. He narrowed his eyes, and Sero hesitantly hovered in the doorframe, awkwardly in his stance, as if debating on whether he should go as well. However, Mina drifted closer, a shine of worry clear in her pinched expression, and carefully lowered herself down onto ground, a generous distance between her and Denki. Her confidence as always has the same effect on others, leaving Sero to mimic her actions and sink to the floor beside her, his lips pulled into a troubled frown.
"He's ripping his hair out," She murmurs sadly.
"Fucking hell." Bakugou grunts, rolling his shoulders back before he kneeled down, gesturing with his head for Kirishima to move. He hesitated, but with a sharp stare, he stepped aside, leaving no barrier between the two. He stayed close, ready to shield the other if so needed.
"Pikachu." Bakugou snaps, his tone rough, and yet it softened around the corners. "Snap out of it dammit. You're worrying everyone."
It did nothing to soothe him, unsurprisingly, but he did shake his head in response. A sign he could hear them at least. It wasn't wonderful, but a step forward nonetheless. He dropped his head down against his knees, his voice beginning to strain and come out far too scratchy and rough for what was usually so cheerful and sweet.
With a short breath through his nose, Bakugou reached out and grabbed onto his arm, rubbing his thumb over his skin. "Shock me. I dare you." He warns, holding him firmly for a moment as he flinched and whined, his sobs catching in his throat. When he didn't immediately shock him, Bakugou rushed in, taking the opening in stride. He lifted him up and adjusted him until he wrapped his arms and legs around him like a koala, burying his snotty, tear soaked face into his shoulder with a shuddering sob. His hands dug into his shoulders tightly. It would hurt anyone else, but to Bakugou, he hardly felt it. He was used to the digging and squeezing.
"Relax," Bakugou barks, though that's all he is, all bark and no bite. Not when the usual sunny dumbass was wheezing and crying into his shoulder. His rough hand patted his back as he bounced him ever so slightly. "How the hell are you even breathing right now? Calm your ass down." He grumbles, ignoring the star-strucked gazes of the other three at the sight of Bakugou comforting Denki like an upset toddler.
And in a sense, that's all he is.
"How the hell did you do that?" Sero demands, tossing his arms up.
"We've been trying to get through to him for like twenty minutes!" Mina complains, and while the exasperation was there, so was exhaustion in her words as she all but collapsed into Kirishimas arms, her pink hands cradling her hair. "I mean- he was just sobbing! And anytime we got close, he would shock us!"
"Tsk. He knows better than to shock me." Bakugou sneers, his hand gently cradling the back of his head despite his tone. "Fuckin hell Pikachu, I mean it, breathe." He demands as he continued to choke on his own cries, shaking his head. With another grunt in the back of his throat, Bakugou thought for a moment, sending a subtle look of hesitance towards Sero as he happened to be closest to the closet.
"Tape face." He demands, immediately earning his attention, his head snapping in his direction. "There's a box in the closet. It's a yellow shoe box with a fuck ton of dumb stickers. Grab it now." His tone left no room for protests nor questions, and Sero didn't voice any complaint as he immediately shuffled towards the closet, following his directions obediently.
"What-" Mina began, but Bakugou bared his teeth and reached his hand out to snatch at the box. Denki whined at the jostling, and Bakugou gave him a small squeeze as a silent apology.
"Don't ask questions. Don't laugh. Don't speak. If you three are going to fucking stay than you shut up and sit on the bed. Got it?"
The three peer at each other, varying levels of hesitance and worry clear on their faces, and yet they all moved to sit on the floor, eyeing the scene carefully. While they didn't have the answers to such an odd situation, all three of them knew that Denki was upset, and they couldn't leave him. Even if Bakugou seemed to know what he was doing.
With the three settled in, Bakugou wordlessly tipped open the box and tugged out a pacifier.
He watched eyebrows raise and lips part, but with one sharp glare, not a peep slipped out.
He guided Denki's head back with a firm hand on the back of his neck, grimacing at the state of his shirt but didn't grumble about it like he wanted to. Instead, he pressed the bulb of the yellow pacifier into Denki's mouth, not giving in as he fussed and refused it the first few times, his wet eyes darting between the object and his three clueless friends. Eventually, he settled and took it. The effect was immediate, his cries dying down. While silent tears continued to run down his cheeks, his hoarse sobs were instead little hiccups past the bulb.
"See? Stubborn little fuck, it's fine. If they say shit I'll kill them." He assures him, and while his voice wasn't very soothing, Denki seemed to relax anyway, leaning his head in to duck into his neck, successfully silenced. With a small breath of relief, Bakugou slipped onto the bed, his arms and legs beginning to ache with all the pacing and bouncing he was doing. It gave his body a much needed break. Training that day had been especially brutal, Aizawa wasn't holding back, especially after the most recent attacks. Bakugou could take it, but it certainly didn't mean he wasn't mourning his loss of sleep in the back of his head.
"Is... Is he okay?" Kirshima asks after a few moments of silence besides the soft, suckling noise. He kept his voice low, as if scared he'd startle his friend into another crying fit. He propped himself up taller to get a better look at his state, eyebrows pinched.
With a tired huff, Bakugou patted his back one last time. "Yeah. He's fine now. Get over here and hold him."
Kirishima bristles at the demand. "What? But you just said-"
"My arms are tired dammit. You're built like a damn tank. Just take him. I told you he's fine." Bakugou snaps, and Mina pouts a bit, wanting nothing more than to cradle their friend.
"Aw, why can't I hold him?"
"In case he freaks out again. Shitty hair has his quirk, so he'll be fine."
"Bro, are you sure?" Kirishima asks seriously, sweat forming on his brow. "He seems pretty comfortable..."
"If you don't get your ass over here, you'll be sounding like he just was real quick."
Kirishima quickly rose to his feet, towering over where Bakugou sat and carefully held out his arms. Shifting, Bakugou began to tug Denki away, earning a loud whine of protest and a small sniffle to emphasize it.
"Dude..." Kirishima murmurs, his shoulders dropping worriedly.
"He's being a little shit now. Trust me." Bakugou huffs, passing Denki off while he began instantly whining and starting the tears back up, reaching for Bakugou. Kirishima made quick work of tugging him in close, attempting to mimic the same movements Bakugou had before, albeit far more awkward and slightly panicked. It seemed to do the trick nonetheless with Denki settling soon after, his head resting on Kiri's shoulder, eyes half lidded in exhaustion. He took in his strong form with delight, curling his fist into his shirt, finding comfort in how he huddled his arms around him.
And well, Mina couldn't help but coo at the sight.
"Aw, he's kinda cute like this!" She giggles, her voice noticeably hushed into a whisper despite her enthusiasm.
"Yeah." Sero grins. "He's like a little baby or something."
Bakugou snorts and runs a hand over his face. "You idiots have no idea." He laid back on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a train. His hip knocked into the shoe box, and he swiftly flicked it close. He was already going to be in deep shit with the damn blonde when he woke up no longer regressed for revealing it. He didn't need the group to probe and pry further.
Not that they would, a little voice supplies, and he promptly shoves it away and presses his palms over his eyes. Just as he was beginning to calculate how many hours they had before the sun would rise, Aizawa appeared in the doorway, his hands tucked into his pants pockets, surveying the scene.
He looked between the students, noticing the pacifier bobbing in Kaminari's mouth, and sighed.
"Clean up the glass in the hall. I'm assuming the fires out?" He asks, boredly making contact with Bakugou, who shifted his gaze to his.
"Yeah. No thanks to you. What the hell took you so long?"
"It took a while to calm down the class enough to get a straight answer. I think I need to give you all another lesson on how to summarize an emergency properly." His voice drawled with tired exasperation. "If you four need anything, you know where to find me." He reminds, pausing briefly before he turned to leave. "And have Kaminari come see me tomorrow. He's excused from class, you all are. Get some rest. Thursday will be hell."
With the last threat cemented, the teenagers couldn't even feel the wrath laced in those words, as it was far too weak to burn. With their sensei walking off, Mina gave a soft yawn and moved to slide onto the bed, Sero following in toe.
"What?" Bakugou snaps as Minas head shadows over his.
"Sleepover?" She asks hopefully, her lips tilted into a sweet smile while Sero swung an arm around her shoulders.
"Now you're thinking! Let's do it!"
"Fine." Bakugou grits out, shoving Mina away before peering over at the sight of Kaminari buried away. Even with his face turned away, Bakugou could tell the other blonde was dead asleep by his limp body and the way his back lifted and rose evenly. "My room. My bed's the biggest. And don't you fucker's touch anything got it?"
Kirishima smiles, charming and toothy. "You're so manly bro, such a good friend."
"Yeah, how'd you know how to do all that anyway?" Sero asks, following Bakugou as he headed down the hall towards the common rooms first to grab a broom for all the glass. The other two followed in toe, snickering at the way Bakugou sped off, the tips of his ears turning pink at the flury of praise.
"Fuck off. I'm good at everything." He snaps, hands balled into fists before peeking back briefly. "...and I just know, got it? Now shut up, let's clean up and go to bed."
Whats wrong hun? You look so sleepy. Oh no your shivering! Baby, it's to cold to only wear shorts and Bubbas tshirt. Do you want to come sleep with Bubba tonight? Let's get you all washed up and ready for bed. Remember to brush those teeth so they're all shiny in the morning! Ready for nini my sweet one? Of course you are. Bubba will carry you to bed and get you all cozy. Lets not forget your stuffie. Wouldnt want them to be cold too! Bubba loves you so much. Sweet dreams little bear. 🌙☁️
ok so you know those babysitting apps like care.com and urbansitter? what if those existed for age regressors? they could comb through caregiver applications to pick one to come babysit them for a few hours/a day at a time.
bakugo downloads the app and creates an account but, instead of picking a babysitter on his own, he lets the company assign him one based on compatibility. which is how iida ends up awkwardly knocking on his dorm door, stumbling over his words as he asks if this whole thing is a mistake, if bakugo’s identity has been stolen. bakugo snaps back that his identity hasn’t been stolen and that since he’s the company’s pick he can stay and take care of him, but bakugo won’t be paying him.
if you were my little boy i’d do whatever i could do, i’d run away and hide with you
Summary: To put it plainly, Kaminari is tired. Emotionally tired- no, drained. And his mind decides he needs to relax in the easiest way he can. He regresses, and though it stresses him out to feel so small and vulnerable, a certain loud and explosive boy makes it all better. Now if only Kaminari could convince Bakugou that candy counts as a meal.
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