Bakugo finding out he has a daughter with his ex....
Trigger warning: Mentions of pregnancy, abortion....
Bakugo sees the kid a few months after the meeting in the supermarket. This time, he's out with his daughter. She's just like him too, loud and brash and obnoxious, and takes after his looks; a spitting image of Katsuki Bakugo.
They're at the mall doing some shopping together. It's some father-daughter bonding time cause he's been so busy with work, and he misses her. So they're at a store and she sees something she likes and begs her dad to pay for it for her.
So he does, and she wanders off while he's at the counter paying for her stuff. And he's just finished picking up the bag when he hears her excited squeals and yells.
"Daddy! Daddy!" And he turns around to see yer dragging some poor boy by the forearm, pulling at him and bringing him to Bakugo. "Daddy! This boy looks just like me! See!"
And Bakugo's already rolling his eyes and mentally preparing an apology to the kid's parents. But then his eyes lock on the kid, and he sees it. Clear as day.
The boy looks like his daughter, a few years older, but they look like siblings. The harsh red eyes and spiky blonde hair. It's there.
"See? You see it, don't you, daddy?" His daughter is asking, squealing and giggling and jumping, and the boy is nervously trying to pry away the hyperactive girl.
"My mom's gonna be looking for me," he says. "I have to go back to my mom."
And Bakugo is quiet because he can see how much the boy resembles him, and how much he resembles you too.
It almost aches his heart. The lips are his own, but the nose and the brows are yours. The gait is yours, too- it's obvious.
And the final straw is when he hears your obvious (he could never mistake it) calling out what he assumes is the boy's name.
He looks up at you. Your eyes are wide, and you look frantic as you quickly approach your son, still in the clutches of Bakugo's daughter. Her grip is still tight.
"That's my kid, isn't it?" He asks you, his voice shaky even as he speaks.
You don't even answer him, softly prying away his daughter's fingers from your son's arms and soothing both of them as they whine and whine. You're gentle, he thinks, so so gentle with his kid.
"YN..." He repeats, "That's my kid, isn't it? Why aren't you answering me?"
You look up at him with tired, unamused eyes. "You're yelling. Can you stop yelling, Bakugo?" You tell him.
It's like a punch to the gut. His daughter has quickly run up to his side, holding on to him and gushing over the stuff he bought for her. But all Bakugo can pay attention to is you.
All he's looking at is how you're pampering your son, caressing his cheeks, and asking if he's okay and all that.
"YN... please... just answer me. Isn't that my kid?" He asks again, his voice soft, almost pleading.
It's hard enough to think about how he left you. It's worse to think he left you with a child by yourself.
"Do you know his name?" You asked him calmly, your voice as he's come to know it, showing no emotion. "His birthday? Do you know it?" You stand up, holding on to your son's palm.
He's looking between Bakugo and his daughter and touching his own hair because he can see the obvious resemblance.
"You didn't tell me. You didn't tell me anything!"
He's getting agitated, and you can tell, so you ask to go somewhere a bit more private and without the kids too. And luckily there's a small playground/daycare like place where you drop them, and then go over to the food court nearby.
So now Bakugo's just staring intensely at you as you look down at the table, performing all your little nervous ticks- cracking the joints in your fingers, thumbing your palm, whatever.
He can tell that you're nervous to speak to him about it, despite how scarily calm your face looks.
"He's my kid, isn't he?" He asks slowly.
You nod. And it's another punch to the gut. His vision blurs for a moment. His whole world spins on its axis. He leans back in the chair, head hung low and eyes downcast.
"Fuck- why didn't you tell me?"
"Would you have raised him with me back then?" You reply quickly, putting your elbows on the table as you lean over. "Hmm? You leave me just as you begin to get successful, make money, and find some other pretty girl to fawn over, and I should tell you I'm pregnant with your kid?"
He looks up at you as your voice begins to grow bitter, and for a moment he can see just how bad he'd hurt you.
"Think, Bakugo? How would that go? I'd tell you what? I can't raise a kid on my own and fight you for child support? Or you'd fight me for an abortion-"
"I'd never have asked for an abortion, YN." He swiftly intersects.
"How was I to know that? You didn't care about me then. Why would I think you'd care about my child?"
The words make him clench his fists. "I did care about you."
"No, you didn't, Bakugo." You say, and you look so tired. "You really didn't. I don't even mean love, I mean care. If you cared even the slightest bit about me, things would be different now."
He can't even disagree with that. Things would be different. If he'd gone about it better, maybe you two could have remained friends or distant acquaintances. Maybe he'd have been in his daughter's life.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
And there's a heavy silence hanging in the air for several minutes.
Then you sigh and relax back into your seat, looking down at your phone for a moment before you look back up at him. "So? What do you want now?"
He glances up at you. "I just.... My son- what's his name?"
He nods. "He's seven?" That's how long it's been since the breakup.
"He turns eight in two months."
Another round of tense silence.
"I want to be in his life... if that's okay. Please." He leans forward. "He doesn't even have to call me 'dad' or anything if you're not comfortable with that. I can be 'Uncle', or - or just 'Bakugo'. Please, just let me be in his life."
You tell him you'll speak to your fiance about it, and you'll get back in touch with him. And his heart hammers as he offers his number, it hammers even harder when you accept and give him yours.
It's like starting all over again.
It's about a week or two later, when he's just finished speaking to his wife about it, and he's relieved that she's fine with it all.
"It's your kid," she tells him. "I would never stop you from seeing your kid. And I know you've always wanted a son."
And soon after, you call him, saying he should set up a time and place for you to formally introduce him to your son. He's ecstatic, and he's nervous, but he's happy.
Because for the first time in a long while, it feels like things are falling into place.
@nishinishshou7 , Now I feel I want to make this into a series 😔
