Summary: You once had a friends with benefits relationship with Bakugou, until graduation. But when the spark rekindles, it sparks something else. Your pregnancy. He doesnāt know, but what happens when your daughter gets caught up in everything?
TW: Friends with benefits, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of morning sickness and of childbirth. There is a little bit of angst, but not much. I think thatās it but as always, if I missed anything, please let me know.
A/N: I have no clue where this came from, but I couldnāt stop thinking about it. This has nothing to do with amnesia I promise you!
You donāt remember how it had started, this thing between you and Bakugou.
You remembered becoming friends with him, remembered quiet conversations at night where you both confessed things to each other, under the cover of darkness, when it was easier to face things, rather than in the light of day.
You remembered both of you confessing that you had never kissed anybody, both of you agreeing that if you kissed, it wouldnāt mean anything, that it would be an agreement between two friends.
It was something that would be mutually beneficial for the both of you, no emotions other than trust involved.
From there it had progressed to hushed make-outs in locked dorm rooms, experiments in the safety of darkness.
No marks left where they could be seen, if any were left at all, nothing shining through in your every day interactions.
In the light, nothing had changed. You hung out with the Bakusquad, you teased Bakugou and you laughed with the others, but once the sun set, it was a different story.
It had been fingers run roughly through ash blond hair, urging and offering, it had been fire and heat and burning. It had been all consuming.
As you had gotten older, and had gone your separate ways after graduation, the weird agreement between the two of you had fizzled out as you both got swamped with work.
But then, you ran into each other in a bar when you were twenty-one.
Both of you had had one too many drinks, and so when you had teasingly reminded the blond of what you had done in high school, it had ended with you in his apartment, clothes scattered as he had reminded you of where things mightāve gone had there been anything to build a relationship on.
When you had woken up in the morning with a pounding headache and your body sore and naked with Bakugou next to you, you had known what had happened.
You had slipped out, not even leaving a note.
You hadnāt expected anything else to happen, but then you had gone back to the same bar, and there Bakugou had been.
You both started something again.
You had swapped numbers, gotten calls and texts of meeting places and lists of things to bring.
It had gone on for months before you had woken up one morning after a night with him at your apartment, and you had been sent hurtling towards the bathroom, your stomach roiling.
Bakugou had slipped out hours before, and you were suddenly glad of it as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.
You had then remembered that it had been about three weeks after your period was due.
You had panicked, and, not knowing what to do, had called Shouto, who you thought would be the calmest of all your friends.
He had bought you pregnancy test, and met you at your apartment, promising not to tell anyone other than Midoriya, who had come over while you were waiting for the answer.
They had both held you while you had cried, not entirely sure what you were going to do.
They had been with you through it all, the doctorās appointments, the telling of your parents, who were a little disappointed, but supportive all the same, and your decision to transfer.
You had gotten an offer in America, and you had decided to take it.
You had only told the necessary people about the fact that you were pregnant. Your parents, Shouto and Izuku, and your bosses, once you had decided what to do, who had promised to keep it on the downlow.
Your PR manager was your new goddess, since she had managed to cover everything up before you left the country.
When you had transferred, you had thought about telling Bakugou, but you had decided against it.Ā
He was quickly climbing through the ranks, and he had been on a roll lately, he didnāt need this, he probably didnāt even want it, so you had left.
Shouto, Izuku, and your parents had flown out a few days before your due date to see how you were doing, and they had found you thriving.
You suddenly empathized with your mother, who had to deal with this when she was your age, though her and your father had wanted a child when they had you, they had been prepared for it.
When the baby had come, you had been surrounded by people who loved you, and all the lingering worries that you were going to fuck this child up had vanished when you had held your daughter for the first time.
Izuku had cried, and Shouto hadnāt been far behind him.
Your parents were proud of you.
You suddenly understood why so many people wanted more than one child. You loved this little baby more than anything else.
Eventually, once the doctors had assured you that you were completely healthy, you had started getting your body back into shape, shedding the baby weigt that had stuck around, but you still had stretch marks.
They served as a reminder that you had given birth to an amazing baby girl, whom you had named Emiko. They served as a reminder of the growth that had happened, of the life you had brought into the world.
Emiko had been raised in America, where you had stayed until she was nine, and you had gotten a better offer back in Japan.
You had felt bad about moving her, she had so many friends here, but she had been excited to see where you had grown up, and she had wanted to learn more about where she came from.
Of course, both your parents and your friends had been ecstatic to have you back in the country.
Although, Shouto was a little upset that he couldnāt use his fatherās credit cards to buy plane tickets to come see you anymore.
You were back to hero work, something your daughter thought was amazing.
She looked so much like her father now, and had anyone from your class seen her, they wouldāve known whose she was, but you hadnāt run into anyone with her around yet, but you knew that would change eventually.
She had her fatherās thick ash blond hair, though it wasnāt as spiky, and she had his vermillion eyes. She had your smile though, and a lot of your personality, but that was to be expected.
She knew a lot about your relationship with her father, and the lack thereof, and she seemed pretty okay with it, even though you knew she was curious.
She wasnāt nosey, she had never snooped, she had always come right out and asked about her father, things she had wanted to know.
You had given her straight answers, you had never held anything back, though you had skimmed over certain things she wasnāt old enough to know about yet. You had also never told her his name, afraid she would try to contact him.
You had made your daughter your first priority, and your new hero partners knew that, so did you bosses, who had congratulated you on having such a good relationship with your daughter.
You had thought things were going well, she was turning ten in a few months, and you had yet to have to explain to Bakugou what had happened.
You knew you were going to have tell them both at some point, but you wanted to hang onto Emiko a little longer.
She was everything to you, and everything you had done, you had done for her. She was your child, and she would always be your baby girl, but you knew she had to grow up at some point.
And you knew that sooner or later, you would run into her father, but you had hoped it would be later, rather than sooner.
But then you had gotten the call that your daughter had been involved in a villain accident.
Katsuki hated when villains hit places where there were always kids. He remembered the fear from when he was in school, and how things had changed after that, and he hated when others subjected kids to that terror.
He hated that there were people who thought that hurting kids was a good way to gain fame and power. He hated people who were willing to use kids as shields.
He remembered showing up to the scene, seeing a little girl with blond hair and red eyes struggling against the villain, who had a knife to her throat.
He remembered the rage that had flashed through him at the small line of blood that had run down her throat, the hatred for the person that had hurt this little girl, who couldnāt have been more than ten years old.
He remembered his shock when she had stepped on the villainās foot, rearing her elbow back, hitting the villain square in the face with a small grunt.
Katsuki had thought there was something familiar about the way the girl looked, about the way she talked, but he had been nostalgic as of late, remembering an old friend that he hadnāt seen in a while.
He had been impressed with the way the girl had snatched up the knife, handing it to one of the sidekicks, and scurrying past police barriers without having to be told to get out of the way.
Once Katsuki had taken care of the villain, he had noticed that the girl was sitting in the back of an ambulance, her throat being examined.
He had wandered over, wanting to talk to her. There was something about this kid, something that had snagged his attention.
āThose were some nice moves kid,ā Katsuki had said, drawing the girlās attention.
She had flushed, but had looked him in the eyes when she spoke.
āThanks, my mom taught me how to defend myself,ā she said, grinning.Ā āSaid that I needed to be able to protect myself.ā
āSpeaking of her mother, sheās on her way,ā one of his sidekicks said.Ā āI called her a few minutes ago and she said that was on her way here. Figured Iād stay with her, just in case the press wanted to get a comment from her.ā
āGood,ā Katsuki said, then turned his attention back to the girl.Ā āWhatās your name kid?ā
āEm!ā someone yelled and Katsuki tensed as he recognized the voice.Ā āEmiko, oh my god.ā
(Y/F/N) was running towards the girl, panic written all over her face.
She had changed, though not much.Ā
The way she carried herself was different, and her hair was longer than it had been, it was a few shades lighter, as if she had been in sunlight a lot, and her gaze was focused directly on the girl.
āMom!ā the girl, Emiko apparently, cried, leaping off the ambulance to throw her arms around (Y/F/N), who had crouched down to catch her.
āMom?ā Katsuki asked, almost shouting, but not quite. He had gotten better at volume control, but this was earth shaking and he had a right to shout.
āOh, my sweet girl,ā (Y/F/N) had whispered, cupping the girlās face, checking her over.Ā āAre you alright? What happened?ā
āI got a villain!ā the girl chirped, proud.Ā āAnd Iām fine, my elbow might be a little bruised though.ā
āThatās my girl,ā (Y/F/N) had said, high fiving the girl.Ā āSee, I told you those self-defense classes would come in handy.ā
Then she had caught sight of Katsuki and she had stood up, brushing her pants off.
āDynamight, itās been a long time,ā she had said, her arms going around the little girl, who was probably her daughter.
āIs she yours?ā Katsuki asked, gesturing to Emiko.
āEmiko, hun, this is Dynamight, he and I went to school together when we were kids,ā she had said, making her daughter turn.
āYou knew my mom?ā Her eyes shined with excitement at the possibility.
Katsuki knew that look. Shitty Deku had that look whenever All Might or any other pro hero came up, even as a hero himself.
āI did,ā Katsuki agreed.Ā āWe were in the same high school class.ā
He had gotten better with kids over the years, after his friends had started having them and he becameĀ āUncle Katsuā. Though he had no idea how to interact with this one.
āDynamight, this is Emiko, my daughter.ā
āHow old are you, squirt?ā Katsuki asked, squatting down in front of the young girl, to be eye level with her.
āNine, but Iām gonna be ten in April,ā she said, grinning.
āNine, youāre almost grown up.ā
He noted the age, he noted the way she looked, the hair and the eyes, he noted the timing.
āYou should be proud, she handled that situation like a pro,ā Katsuki said, standing back up.Ā āShe handled it way better than we did when we were in school.ā
āI am proud,ā (Y/F/N) said, smiling down at her daughter.Ā āBut you had me worried baby. They didnāt tell me anything on the phone.ā
āSorry Mom,ā Emiko said.Ā āBut I promise Iām okay!ā
āItās alright. Come on, letās go home.ā
āDonāt you have patrol?ā Emiko asked her mother.
āNo, my boss gave me the rest of the night off when I told her what had happened. You have them all wrapped around your little finger.ā She frowned, then said,Ā āBut I think you and I need to have a talk about your father, and what we both do.ā
āAlright,ā Emiko replied, her demeanor changing. Her shoulders tensed, and she bit her bottom lip a little bit, her eyes flickering over her mother.
So that was a mine field for them.
āGo wait in the car baby,ā (Y/F/N) said, nudging her towards it lightly. āDynamight and I need to have a word.ā
Emiko turned and trudged to the car, a worried expression on her face as she climbed in.
(Y/F/N) turned her attention back to Katsuki, who had an unfamiliar pinch in his stomach as those (Y/E/C) eyes landed on him.
āBakugou, I think you and I need to have one too,ā she had said, giving Katsuki an indecipherable look that made him wonder what bad news she was going to give him, though he had an inkling.
That was how you and Bakugou had ended up in the bar where it had all started again.
āI have a daughter?ā Bakugou asked, his voice incredulous, face slack with surprise.Ā āWe have a daughter? Together?ā
āYes. Emiko,ā you said for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
You didnāt blame him for being in shock. Especially with how old she was, and how long you had kept it from him.
āIs that why you stopped answering my calls and texts?ā Bakugou asked, his attention completely on you.
āOne of the reasons, yes,ā you said, sipping your drink.Ā āThe other was that I was getting ready to transfer to America, so I was a little busy with that.ā
āDid you think that I would leave?ā Bakugou asked.Ā āOr that I would make a huge deal about it?ā
āI wasnāt sure,ā you admitted.Ā āI wasnāt sure what you were going to do if you knew. I knew that you were getting your dream, and that we didnāt have the proper relationship for you to drop everything to help me raise a child. I didnāt even really know if you wanted kids at all. Besides, the press wouldāve had a field day, and I didnāt want either of us to have to deal with it.ā
āI probably wouldnātāve, dropped everything I mean, not back then,ā he agreed.Ā āBut ā¦ does she know? That Iām her father?ā
You nodded.Ā āI told her before I talked with you. I donāt think she completely understands yet, but she will, in time. Sheās a lot like you, sheās smarter than she looks, and sheās wise, more mature than she should be.ā
Bakugou watched you as you gave a sad smile into your drink.
āI blame myself,ā you admitted.Ā āFor her being as mature and as old as she seems. I was always leaving her with friends whenever I had work, I was leaving her by herself in someone elseās house, because I couldnāt be there. She learned how to use her quirk by herself. She learned how to make food by herself, she learned how to get herself ready.Ā
āEmiko never had a father figure in her life. Shouto and Izuku did the best they could when they visited, but it wasnāt the same. And I barely made it home to tuck her in every night. I tried my best, but look at her Bakugou! Sheās like I was. It was for different reasons, but I think I took my childās, well, childhood.ā
āYou did the best that you could, you said it yourself,ā Bakugou said, laying his hand on your shoulder.Ā āYou were a young, single mother, who wasnāt prepared for a child, especially in a country where you werenāt familiar with things. Sheās prepared for the real world, sheās able to defend herself, and from what I saw today, she adores you.
āShe doesnāt blame you, and from what I saw youāre her role model. She thinks the world of you. Sheās not a brat. Sheās respectful, and she has confidence. She has the means to defend herself. I think you did a good job with her. You did a better job than I wouldāve. Could you imagine how bad it wouldāve been if I had been the one to have to raise her?ā
You both laughed, and you smiled at him.
āThank you for letting me dump that on you Bakugou,ā you said, giving him a thankful look.Ā āI just ā¦ I was terrified, am terrified, and I have no idea what Iām doing, even after ten years. I keep trying to think of what my parents did, and then do the opposite. But Iām only her mother, she doesnāt have a male figure in her life that can do what my father did.ā
āAbout that,ā Bakugou interjected.Ā āIs it alright if ā¦ .ā He paused before he asked,Ā āIs it alright with you if I start spending some time with her?ā
āWho? Emiko?ā you asked.Ā āIāll ask her if sheās alright with it, but I donāt have a problem with it. You seem different from when we were twenty-one. Which is a good thing, by the way, just so you know.ā
He nodded.Ā āIām sorry, by the way,ā he said.Ā āAbout how I acted when we were younger. I was an idiot, and had my priorities screwed.ā
āWe all did,ā you told him.Ā āI just had mine put in perspective a little earlier than you did is all.ā
āCan we be friends again?ā he asked.Ā āI didnāt realize how much I missed you until you were gone. I kept turning to talk to you and you wouldnāt be there.ā
āDefinitely,ā you agreed, smiling at him.Ā āBut, real friends this time. No middle of the night booty calls.ā
He spluttered for a moment before he started laughing with you.
āIām glad, that she knows,ā you admitted.Ā āShe deserved to know who her father is, what heās been doing, Iām just sorry she had to wait this long to find out. It just never seemed like the right time to contact you about it.ā
āIām sorry you did it by yourself,ā Bakugou said.
āItās alright,ā you replied.Ā āIt taught me a thing or two. And I always had my parents. And Shouto and Izuku were only a phone call away.ā
āOh, did anyone tell you about the get together of 1-A thatās happening in a few months?ā
āNo!ā you said.Ā āAlthough, I was in a different country until a few weeks ago, so I suppose that there hasnāt really been time.ā
āThey sent out an invitation to everyone from our class,ā Bakugou said.
āOh my gosh, I havenāt seen Denki or Hanta in so long!ā you moaned, frowning.Ā āActually, itās been a while since Iāve seen anyone other than Shouto and Izuku.ā
āAnd now you,ā you agreed.
āCome on, itās late, Emiko is probably wondering where you are,ā Bakugou said, slipping money onto the counter to pay.
āIām glad I ran into you today Bakugou,ā you told him, linking your arm through his as you made your way back to your apartment.
āIām sorry it was because our daughter got into trouble.ā
āWe were trouble children when we were teenagers, and then we had a child, thereās the possibility that sheās going to be worse than the both of us. She does have both of our genetics.ā
āSheās gonna end the world,ā Bakugou said, grinning.
You laughed, and he smiled down at you.
āDo you ever think about it?ā he asked.
āAbout what we could have been. If things had been a little bit different. If we had been different.ā
āI used to,ā you confessed, remembering the days when you woke up before him, awaking to his arms around your waist, his chest rising and falling evenly, his face relaxed, the way he had always tightened his hold whenever you had tried to escape before he opened those beautiful red eyes.
āBut,ā he prompted, looking curious.
āBut I was young then, young and naive,ā you murmured, one hand fluttering to your stomach, right where the darkest of your stretch marks were, a reminder.
āSo, I probably shouldāve asked this earlier, but are you married?ā
You barked a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand.Ā
āSorry, that was a serious question. But no, Iām not married. I had one boyfriend, for six months, and then he met Emiko and bolted. My daughter has been, and always will be, my first priority. Most men canāt take that blow to their ego. Especially since Emiko isnāt theirs.ā
āThen theyāre idiots.ā
āYou donāt have to lie to make me feel better Baku, itās been a long time since Iāve cared about that,ā you replied, grinning at him.Ā āBesides, itās nice to know that Iām a single mother with an amazing daughter. It proves that Iām stronger than I think sometimes.ā
You had missed this. You had missed him, as much as you had tried to forget about him.
āCome on in,ā you said when you reached your apartment.
āIs Emiko going to be alright with this?ā
āOf course she is,ā you replied, opening the door.Ā āHey baby.ā
Emiko launched herself at you, and you spun her around, smiling.
āWhat am I supposed to call him now?ā Emiko asked quietly when she looked from Bakugou to you.
āWhatever you want to,ā you told her.Ā āAnd whatever heās comfortable with.ā
āYou can call me whatever you want to squirt,ā Bakugou said, squatting to be eye level with her, as he had earlier.Ā āI know that I havenāt been around like I should have, and you donāt have to think of me as anything other than one of your momās old friends, but if youād be okay with it, I was hoping we could be friends too.ā
Emiko glanced from him, to you, uncertainty written all over her face.
Her hands twitched at her sides, a nervous tick that she had in response to her quirk.Ā
āItās alright baby, this is your decision,ā you told her, laying a hand on her shoulder for a moment before you let it drop to your side.
She glanced at Bakugou again, then smiled shyly, taking a step forwards to wrap her arms around his neck lightly.
āHi Daddy,ā she whispered.Ā āIām Emiko.ā
āHey squirt,ā he replied, wrapping his arms around her lightly.Ā āItās nice to meet you.ā
Your daughter was tiny compared to her father, and his arms looked like tree trunks around her tiny waist, but you knew that he wouldnāt hurt her, that he would never use more force than he was at that moment.
Bakugou glanced over your daughterās shoulder at you and he mouthed a smallĀ āthank youā.
You nodded, giving them both a soft smile as you snapped a quick photo. Your mom would want to put it in the scrapbook she had made for Emiko.
They stayed like that for a long time, none of you saying anything, just doing whatever felt right.
When Bakugou finally stood up, he had Emiko on his hip easily, despite her size.
āShe fell asleep,ā he whispered, looking slightly panicked.
āCome on, her room is this way,ā you murmured, touching his arm lightly.
Emiko shifted in his arms lightly, and she mumbled,Ā āI wanna stay with you both.ā
You and Bakugou glanced at each other, coming to a silent agreement.
āI donāt have work tomorrow,ā you murmured.
āI have a day off,ā he told you.
You turned and walked across the hall, nudging your bedroom door open, snagging all of your dirty clothes as Bakugou headed for the bed, placing your daughter down softly.
Your bed was the only one big enough to hold all three of you. Especially since Bakugou was bigger than you remembered him being. Although, being a pro hero did that to a person you had found.
āI have some clothes you can borrow,ā you whispered as he pulled the covers over her, tucking her in softly.
āI donāt have to stay,ā he told you.Ā āI can slip out.ā
You stopped your digging in your dresser to turn to him.
āYou can stay,ā you replied, smiling at him.Ā āItās alright. I know you wonāt try anything, and you have lost time to make up for. Itās fine, you arenāt intruding on anything.ā
Bakugou blinked at you for a moment before he nodded slowly, taking the clothes that you had handed him.
You took turns in the bathroom, and when you came back out, Bakugou was a solid foot away from your daughter, looking terrified.
āBaku, you arenāt going to break her by looking at her,ā you teased, sliding on the other side of her, pulling the sheets up.
āMommy,ā Emiko murmured.
āHey baby,ā you whispered, brushing her hair out of her face softly.
āAre you and me and Daddy gonna be a family now?ā
You glanced at Bakugou, who had propped himself up on an elbow, the same as you had.Ā āI guess that depends baby.ā
āOn whether Daddy can handle it,ā you told her, grinning at Bakugou, who glared at you without any heat behind it.
āHe can. You both can,ā she replied, turning on her side towards her father, who took the hand that she held out.
āGo to bed squirt,ā he whispered.Ā āYou had a long day.ā
Emiko nodded softly, her eyes closing completely as she drifted off.
āSheās perfect,ā Bakugou murmured, stroking his daughterās face softly, a barely there touch, like he was scared of hurting her.
āIf you stick around tomorrow, I can show you a scrapbook that my mother made.ā
āWhatās in it?ā he asked quietly.
āBaby pictures of her, pictures of me when I was pregnant with her, sappy stuff you used to hate when we were in high school.ā
He smiled at you suddenly, bright and unreserved and you wondered what you had said to get such a reaction.
āWhat?ā you asked, giving him a small smile back.
āNothing, I just never thought this would be us. Never thought it would be me,ā he replied.Ā āNever thought I would have a family.ā
āYou may not have had kids, but you wouldāve had a family. Denki, Hanta, Mina, Eiji, Izuku, Shouto, the entirety of our graduating class. You wouldāve had your parents, your parents and your friends.ā
āYouāre beautiful,ā he murmured, eyes on your face.Ā āYou were always beautiful, but now itās different somehow.ā
āWhen did you turn into a word person?ā you inquired, grinning at him.Ā āAnd you donāt look too bad yourself.ā
āWhat do you want from me?ā he asked.Ā āFrom this? What do you want for her?ā
āIāll take pretty much anything youāre willing to give. If you want to be her dad, be her dad, if you want to be the man who made her and see her on weekends, great.ā
āI want to be in her life,ā Bakugou confessed, turning his attention back to his daughter.Ā āI want to be able to pick her up from school, help her with her homework, show her the agency.ā
You nodded, rubbing her back for a moment before you looked at him.
āWe can work out a schedule.ā
āWhat do you think she wants out of this?ā he asked.
āI think she wants to be normal. Sheās powerful, and sheās a leader. Sheās a lot like you, but with my personality. Sheās going to be great, no matter what she does. But sometimes she gets looked down on because she only has a mother in her life. I think she wants to have her mother and her father in love and married and waiting to pick her up from school.ā
āShe wants what any kid should want,ā he said.
āShe wants the perfect family. When I was her age I wanted my parents to divorce and to stay with my mom.ā
āDo you think we could be that for her? A good family?ā
It was happening again, the conversations in the dark, the confessions under the cover of night.
Only this time, you knew he would stick around until the sunlight started streaming in through the window. You knew that for her, he would stick around. You knew that he was your friend, and that he would stay as long as you needed him to.
āI think we can be for her as much as we can be. Weāve changed, Bakugou, weāve been shaped by things over the last ten years, we arenāt the same people that we were. I think that we need to get to know each other for real this time. Iām a mother first. Iām her mother first, anything else comes after that.ā
āI understand that,ā he assured you.Ā āBut ā¦ I also think that weāre more mature, and that we can be something that she needs. Together.ā
āAre you asking me out on a date, Bakugou?ā
āNot right now,ā he mumbled. You knew that if you could see the rest of his face that it would be dusted with pink. āRight now Iām saying we can be her parents. Iām saying that you donāt have to do this alone anymore. If we want to do that later, we can try, but for right now, I think we need to take things slow.ā
You nodded. You were proud of him, and you were proud of yourself.
āI think we can manage that,ā you agreed, touching his shoulder lightly.
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āEmiko, are you almost ready? Your dad and I need to leave if weāre going to be on time,ā you called, adjusting your dress strap for the fourth time.
āYeah, Iām almost ready,ā she called, scurrying down the hallway with her little bag.
āHey, Katsuki, can you zip me up?ā you asked, turning to your boyfriend, who nodded.Ā āThanks.ā
āAre you sure this is a good idea?ā
āYeah, most of them have heard that you have a daughter, might as well show her off. Besides, Denki and Hitoshi are bringing their kids. Izuku and Shouto are too, why canāt we bring ours?ā you replied, lining your lips.
āThatās fair,ā he muttered, swinging Emiko onto his hip easily, despite the fact that she had grown three inches.
āAlright, come on, weāre going to be late,ā you cooed, shooing them both out the door after making sure that you and Katsuki had your phones.
āAre you excited?ā you asked Katsuki, who had his hand on your thigh as he drove.
āYeah, but I hope you realize that the press is gonna have a field day with this.ā
āDonāt worry about it,ā you said, taking his hand.Ā āI already warned Aiko and Haru before we left.ā
āSo thatās why you were on the phone for so long,ā Katsuki mused, grinning at you.
āMommy, are we gonna see Uncle Sho and Uncle Izu there?ā Emiko asked from the backseat.
āYup, and Uncle Eiji too,ā you told her, smiling.Ā āYouāre gonna meet all of our friends from school.ā
āReally?ā Her face lit up at the prospect and you and Katsuki smiled at each other.
Izuku had passed on his love of pro heroes to her when she was younger, so this was her dream.
āYeah squirt, so be good tonight, alright?ā
āWhen am I not?ā Emiko asked, arms crossed.
āShe has a point Katsu, she rarely ever causes problems.ā
āSo we know sheās going to be terrible when sheās a teen,ā Katsuki muttered to you.
āKatsuki!ā you admonished, swatting his arm lightly.
āWhat?ā he asked.Ā āItās a fair assessment, I mean, look at you!ā
āOkay, thatās not fair, look at how you were.ā
He paused, his mouth opened before he shut it.Ā āIām not going to make a comment on that,ā he muttered.
āGood.ā You turned to look at Emiko.Ā āBut you have to be careful tonight, alright baby? There are going to be a lot of people there, so always stay with someone you know, alright?ā
āAnd stay away from people with mics and cameras,ā Katsuki added and you rolled your eyes.
āI will,ā she promised, practically vibrating in her seat from excitement.
āSheās more excited about this than we are,ā you told Katsuki, who rolled his eyes.
āThatāsĀ ācause she didnāt have to deal with all their shit when they were teens,ā Katsuki said.
āLanguage,ā you muttered, squeezing his hand.
āYou really wanna talk about that now?ā he asked you.
āWe agreed not in front of Em,ā you informed him.
āSheās too busy being excited,ā he replied, eyes on the road, but you could see the smirk on his face.
Thankfully, you arrived before Emiko could start the wholeĀ āAre we there yet?ā thing.
āDonāt look directly at the cameras, squirt, theyāll hurt your eyes,ā Bakugou said as he parked the car, turning to look back at her.
āI know Daddy, you told me about a million times on the way over here,ā Emiko muttered, but she watched as the as the cameras flashed outside the car door.
When you stepped out, they returned full force, and you smiled at them, indulging them for a few seconds before you opened the door for Emiko, who jumped out, squinting from the cameras.
Katsuki came around and took your daughterās hand as you took her other one, leading her towards the door.
āMs. (Y/L/N), can we get a comment?ā
āMr. Bakugou, Mr. Bakugou is this your daughter?ā
āMr. Bakugou, whoās the mother of your daughter?ā
āMs. (Y/L/N), are you and Mr. Bakugou dating?ā
The reporters close in a little bit and Katsuki glared at them, giving them that squinty look he got when he saw a threat.
āYou take her inside, Iāll deal with these guys,ā Katsuki whispered, nudging Emiko towards you a little more, kissing your cheek before he turned to the reporters.
āDonāt beat them up too badly Katsu,ā you murmured.Ā āCome on baby, I think itās time you met your other cousins.ā
You suppressed your grin as you ushered your daughter inside.
ā(Y/F/N)! You made it! Whereās Kacchan?ā Izuku asked, running over to spin you around.
āHey Izu,ā you giggled as he set you down.Ā āKatsukiās dealing with the press outside.ā
āAnd you left him out there by himself?ā Shouto asked, eyes widening a fraction.
āOh shit, I didnāt think about that,ā you muttered.Ā āAlright, you guys take Emiko, Iāll be right back.ā
You hurried outside, catching sight of Katsuki gripping a reporter by the front of his shirt.
āKatsuki,ā you said, walking over.Ā āLet the poor man go, heās just trying to do his job.ā
āHis job is to pry into other peopleās private lives, theyāre rats.ā
You pushed his arm down a little bit, and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes.
āNo, rats live in sewers and like cheese. And a lot of the time, their necks get snapped by traps, or they chew on poison,ā you told him, wrapping your arms around his, turning your attention to the reporter who was shaking.Ā āSome people try to shoot them with shotguns. Do you want your neck snapped in a trap or to chew on poison? You ever been shot at?ā
The reporter shook his head vigorously, body trembling.
āAlright then,ā you murmured, giving them all a hard look.Ā āI hope you people are recording, because Iām about to say something very important.ā
Every camera was trained in on you as you spoke,Ā āYour jobs are to get the dirty on everybody, give the people what you think they want, but in reality, it makes them distrustful of you, because they look at you guys like youāre scum. I have to admit, most of the time, I agree with them.
āIām saying this to get you to stop bothering us. Yes, Katsuki and I are dating, yes, that little girl is our daughter, no Katsuki didnāt know about her until recently, and yes, that was my decision. It wasnāt something he was ready for then, but it is now, and heās done an amazing job of protecting our daughter from your prying questions that she isnāt equipped to handle.
āAnd I feel the need to point out that sheās only ten years old, she doesnāt need to be anywhere near your crappy politics. You can ask your questions, and you can flash your cameras, but whether we answer or not is our choice. And if you snoop around in the bushes, or intentionally push buttons to get what your higher ups want, that makes you a rat, and you already know what happens to rats, so donāt be one, alright?ā
You waited for them to nod before you turned to Katsuki.
āCome on, letās get inside, itās freezing out here,ā you muttered, kissing him quickly before you headed back inside.
āMommy! Mommy, look at this kidās quirk!ā Emiko cried, pulling a small boy behind her, grinning.
āEmiko, you canāt just drag people around,ā you chided, crouching down to look at the boy.Ā āIām sorry about her sweetheart, are you okay?ā
āYeah, itās alright, her legs are a lot longer than mine is all!ā the boy chirped.
āSo what is it that you wanted to show me?ā you asked.
āLook at this kidās quirk!ā
āYou donāt have to show me if you donāt want to hun,ā you assure the boy, who just grinned.
He started vibrating, and you watched as he disappeared, then reappeared a few feet away, still grinning like a maniac.
You recognized that grin, but you couldnāt remember where you had seen it before.
āItsuki, there you are, donāt go running off, alright?ā Denki asked, appearing out of the crowd, taking the little boyās hand.
āDenki, Iām sorry, my daughter dragged him over here,ā you said, smiling at him.
ā(Y/F/N), oh my gosh! Youāre here! Youāre in the country!ā Denki cried, scooping you up to hug you.
āHey Denks, itās been a while,ā you said, smiling.Ā āEmiko, come here hun.ā
āYou too huh?ā Denki asked, grinning at you as Emiko stood in front of you.
āEmiko, this is Denki Kaminari, he went to school with me, he was one of my best friends. Denki, this is Emiko, my daughter. Sheās also Katsukiās daughter.ā
Denkiās eyes widened for a moment before he grinned.Ā āI always knew there was something going on between the two of you! Ha!Ā āToshi, get over here, youāre gonna wanna see this!ā
Denki shook Emikoās hand and talked with her as a purple head appeared out of the crowd.
Hitoshi wandered over, looking tired but happy, and you hugged each other quickly.
āHey Hitoshi. Emiko, this is Denkiās- is it boyfriend or husband now?ā you asked.
āFiance,ā Hitoshi said, slipping his hand into Denkiās.
āThis is Denkiās fiance. Hitoshi, this is Emiko, my daughter.ā
āCan you guess who the father is?ā Denki asked as Hitoshi smiled soflty at Emiko, who smiled back.
āBingo,ā you told him.
āI always thought the two of you were a couple,ā Hitoshi admitted.
āWe started dating two months ago,ā you told him.Ā āBefore that, well, you know.ā
āItsuki, this is (Y/N), sheās the woman we were telling you about earlier,ā Hitoshi said to his son, who smiled.
āNice to meet you too hun,ā you said, shaking the hand he held out to you.
āIs it alright if Emiko and I play together?ā he asked, blue eyes wide.
āOf course, go have fun,ā you told him.Ā āEmiko, be nice, alright?ā
āI will Mom,ā Emiko called as she ran away with Itsuki.
āHow old is she?ā Denki asked.
āShe turned ten a few months ago,ā you admitted.
āAnd you never told him?ā Hitoshi inquired.
āNope. He only learned about her nine months ago,ā you informed them.
āShoulda figured youād be with Dunce Face,ā Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around your waist.
āBe nice Katsuki,ā you muttered, kissing his cheek lightly.
āBakugou,ā Hitoshi said, nodding.
āShinso,ā Katsuki replied.
āMen,ā you muttered and Denki laughed.
āYou seen Kirishima anywhere?ā Katsuki asked.
āNope, I just met Itsuki,ā you said.Ā āWhereās Akira?ā
āHi,ā a girl murmured, stepping out of the shadows.
āHi sweetheart, itās nice to meet you,ā you murmured, shaking the small hand she held out.
āNice to meet you too,ā she whispered before she disappeared again.
āSheās a little shy. Sheās only been with us for about a year,ā Denki admitted, looking a little worried.
āSheāll be fine,ā Hitoshi murmured, kissing Denkiās temple.
āI know, but Iām her dad, Iām worried is all. Anyway, how have you two been?ā
āPretty good, Emikoās adjusting pretty well, sheās made some new friends at her school, she even got invited to a boat party this summer,ā you said, letting Katsuki sway you back and forth.
āIām gonna go find Kirishima, Iāll be right back,ā Katsuki said, kissing your neck before he disappeared to find his best friend.
āHeās so sappy now,ā Denki muttered.
āShe always had that affect on him,ā Hitoshi said, shrugging.Ā āHow have things been?ā
āSurprisingly, pretty good, weāve both changed a lot, and it helps to have a lot of patience. It took a while, but we finally got our shit together.ā
āIām glad youāre back,ā Denki said.
āI am too,ā you agreed.
You were practically asleep when you opened the door to your apartment, holding you shoes in one hand and your keys in the other.
āEasy,ā Katsuki murmured, carrying Emiko in his arms.
The kids had all fallen asleep in a pile at the reunion, and you had helped get kids to their parents.
Emiko had made a lot of friends at the reunion, and you had gotten to hang out with a lot of your old friends from high school.
Now everyone knew about Emiko and they had all congratulated you and Katsuki on finally getting together.
Apparently you had both been obvious back in high school.
āIām fine,ā you told him, easing Emiko out of her coat and boots.Ā āLetās get the little rugrat into bed.ā
āIāve got her,ā Katsuki told you, kissing you lightly, heading to Emikoās room so he could put her to bed.
You headed to your own room, shedding the dress you had decided to wear, easing into a pair of Katsukiās sweats and one of his oversized sweaters.
You brushed your hair and teeth, then slid under the covers, relaxing as Katsuki padded in.
āSheās out like a light,ā he murmured, heading for the bathroom.
You hummed your acknowledgement watching the bathroom door until he wandered out again.
āDid you have a good time tonight?ā Katsuki asked as he slid in with you, wrapping his arms around you waist.
āI did. It was nice to see everyone again,ā you murmured, laying your head on his chest.Ā āDid you?ā
āIt was nice to spend some time with those idiots,ā he admitted, kissing the top of you head, toying with your hair.
āYou can call them friends Katsuki,ā you told him, looking up at him.Ā āYou know thatās what they are.ā
He chuckled.Ā āYeah, but some things never change.ā
āThatās rude babe and you know it,ā you murmured.
āGo to bed, idiot,ā Katsuki told you, kissing you deeply.
āI will if you will,ā you replied.
He smiled at you again, and you smiled back.
You donāt remember how it started, this thing between Katsuki and you, but you knew what it had given you, what it had taught you. And while you may not remember how it had started, you knew how it was going to end.
With you and him and your daughter, happy, cared for, and together. And that was enough.
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