i will write a part two for babysitting! it might be a little while since i hadn’t planned on making a part two until i posted it ;; but!! i will be writing a part two <3
warnings: swearing(minor), ooc bc writing for bakugou is hard asf and i’ve yet to do any character studies for any of them — i just really wanted to write this </3
warnings: swearing(minor), ooc bc writing for bakugou is hard asf and i’ve yet to do any character studies for any of them — i just really wanted to write this </3
“he’s what?” you ask, sitting up on your bed, your phone pressed against your ear.
“a villain did it and now he won’t stop asking for you — y/n please come collect him.” kirishima begs, you can hear whines and yells in the background.
“let me get this straight.” you slide out of your bed, fitting your loose shoes on and grabbing the jacket hanging off your doorknob as you leave your dorm room. “you guys snuck out of the dorms and off campus for a snack, ran into a villain, then tried to fight it — which you know bakugou isn’t allowed to do since he doesn’t have his license. and the villain turned him into a five year old?” you pause to pull your hoodie over your head to protect your body from the cold nip in the air before continuing. “and now bakugou is asking for me personally? that doesn’t make sense, he practically hates me.”
“he likes you a whole lot more than you think, y/n.” kirishima interrupts. well that’s confusing, your hotheaded classmate was always arguing with you.
“yeah, sure.” you scoff, hopping down the stairs. “i’m almost there —“
you’re interrupted by an explosion coming from down the hall and you wince. you hear kirishima yelling at bakugou through the phone, something about how throwing fits isn’t manly. the further you walked down the hallway, the more you heard the yelling from outside of your phone. after silently hanging up, you raise your fist to knock on bakugou’s dorm room, getting one knock down before the wooden door is thrown open. denki smiles at you, a look of relief washing over him as he pulls you in.
“thank god —“
“y/n!” bakugou’s squeaky voice screams and you glance past denki at the messy dorm. the small, blonde child races towards you, a bright smile on his face as he grabs your leg. his arms wrap around your knee, his hands gripping your pajama bottoms.
“what the hell — he just,” sero gapes at bakugou’s sudden change in mood.
“what? the three of you couldn’t handle one five year old?” you tease, smiling at the three boys.
“he’s like the devil!” denki exclaims and bakugou sticks his tongue out at him before turning to hide his face in your leg, denki rolls his eyes.
“y/n.” bakugou tugs at your pant leg slightly to get your attention and you bend down to his height. the toddler fiddles with his fingers nervously, pulling at the oversized skull shirt he was wearing, no doubt the one he was wearing before his transformation. “marry me.”
you blink, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. you open your mouth but nothing comes out, you’re speechless from shock. however, the group of boys were not. they desperately tried to hold back their giggles, failing miserably when denki lets out a snort, igniting the fits of laughter and you shoot them all a look.
“y/n!” the young blonde drags out your name in a whine and you look back at him, his bottom lip tucked out in a pout.
“bakugou, you’re too young.” you explain softly, placing your hand on his small shoulder. “ask me when you’re older, alright?”
this made the small boy really excited, a wide toothy grin replaces his pout and you stand up straight.
“oh? when he’s older? care to explain, y/n?” denki adds, raising an eyebrow as he places his arm over your shoulder in a friendly manner only to have bakugou kick him harshly in the shin.
“don’t touch her! she’s my wife! you’re not cool enough!” bakugou’s squeaky voice exclaims.
“it’s not like he’s going to remember when he goes back to normal, it’s just to calm him down. also you deserved that.” you shrug at denki’s scoff of disbelief, pulling your phone from your pocket. “we have to tell aizawa.”
“no no no —“
“we’ll get into so much trouble —“
your phone is snatched out of your hand by sero’s tape before you could even unlock it and you scoff. “what are we supposed to do? we have classes tomorrow and who knows when bakugou returns to normal!”
“we can figure it out tomorrow if he hasn’t changed back by then.” kirishima suggests and you sign, looking down at bakugou who yawns.
“fine. but if he doesn’t change back, i was never here.” all three boys nod, relieved and you bend down to the toddlers height again. “it’s your bedtime.”
bakugou’s eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head no. “i’m not tired! i want to play with you!”
“it’s late —“
“no! play with me!” bakugou interrupts and you raise your eyebrow.
“well i’m tired and i want to sleep. get the boys to play with you.” you reply, noticing bakugou’s gasp as he glares at his friends.
“i don’t like them!” you bite back a laugh as you glance at his friends, each sporting a different irritated look at the five year old. “i like you!”
he wasn’t going to give up on playing with you so you sigh tiredly, running a hand through your hair. “fine. let’s play.” you give in.
bakugou grabs your hand and pulls you further into his room, rambling about playing hero and saving you. you glance at the other boys, they’re sleepier than you, having to deal with five year old bakugou’s rage before you got there must’ve tired them out.
you would’ve let them go sleep if they sneak out of the dorms for someone as little as a snack, instead you call out to them. “i’m not doing this alone. come play hero with us.”
“you guys are the villains!” bakugou exclaims, pointing a stubby finger at them and you nod.
playtime didn’t last long, the excitement of having you there and playing together tired bakugou out quickly. you’re surprised he lasted longer than the others, each passed out around the room: kirishima on the couch, sero up against the wall, and denki sprawled out on the floor. you suppress a yawn as bakugou crawls next to you, rubbing his tired eyes and you sigh, picking him up carefully. you place him on his bed, letting him crawl under the covers himself. it was around 2:25am and you figured you should get back to your own dorm before anyone wakes up.
“y/n.” bakugou grabs your sleeve, tugging you closer to him and you sit on the edge of his bed. “don’t go.”
“i have to. i’ll see you tomorrow, don’t worry!” you flash him a smile and he shakes his head.
“tell me a bedtime story.” he demands and you nod, too tired to argue with him.
“slide over, bud.” you sit next to him on his bed, lifting your feet so they’re on the bed, over the covers. he tucks into your side and for a moment, you forget that he’s a classmate of yours who’s been affected by a quirk. you tell a story that your own parents used to tell you all the time before bed and before you knew it, you both dozed off into a well deserved sleep.
the first one to wake up was you, slowly blinking as you look around the unfamiliar room. the three boys that were sleeping on the floor were gone, the room seemingly empty. this definitely was not your dorm, your tired mind trying to remember how you got here. your neck ached from the awkward sitting position you slept in so you try to sit up more to relief tension off your poor neck. you freeze when the unnoticed figure hums and pulls you closer by the arm around your abdomen. you look down to see normal aged bakugou, his face had a peaceful expression instead of his normal scowl. you couldn’t doubt how attractive he was, your hidden crush on him was small and unnoticed by everyone, including yourself. suddenly the memories of last night came back in a rush, the quirk that turned bakugou into a five year old, his odd affection towards you, his question about marriage. you doubt he’d remember any of it, you hoped he didn’t.
trying not to wake him, you shift on the bed, failing to pry his iron grip off of you without waking him up. you really didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of bakugou waking up to you, yet you slowly realize you might have to for him to let go of you. you try to ignore the way your heart picks up when the blonde boy pulls you closer, his body heat warming you up. a small noise came from the boy and you froze, tensing up.
“stop moving so much, it’s early.” he hums, his voice raspy from sleep and your face flushes.
“y-you’re awake.” you squeak out and he scoffs, a smirk growing across his lips, not sitting up.
“no shit.”
“i can explain — kirishima and denki and sero were here and they needed my help so i —“
“i know. i remember.” he rubs your side softly, opening his eyes to look at you when he finally sits up. “you know, i’m older now.”
he remembers. the knowing look in his eyes makes your face flush, the smirk on his lips grow.
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