Yo, its been a (checks watch) minute, since I’ve posted so welcome to my, here’s a post and I disappear until the last leaf of summer drops from the trees. Hope everyone is safe and well.
Summary: We earn our scars in different ways, no matter the method, Bakugou finds yours both beautiful and worthy of recognition. Per usual Bakugou X BlackFem! Reader (because melanin)
‘Fuuuucckk....’ You were really trying hard not to swear. You knew it was going to be a hard habit to kick, but when the burning pain shoots through your body when you’re simply trying to put your pajamas...c’mon! This shit sucks. In fact, screw it, you’re sleeping in your undergarments and a robe again.
Letting your shorts drop to the floor and reaching for your robe you stood in the bathroom mirror, examining your broken, but present form. Your eyes were sunken in, your once glowing dark skin was both dried and lackluster, and at the base of your abdomen, there it was.
The Scar.
Stretching horizontally across your frame, still swollen and inflamed. The flesh around it where your body once was controlled and firm, now sagging in defeat. You gingerly ran your fingers across the divot of skin, hissing where you you could feel that burning pain, and pondering the sensation on places where you could not.
You wondered what it would look like once it healed; could feel down there again? Could you hide it? How long until you can put pants on without wanting to rip the clothing in half?!
“Hey...”
You knew that gravely voice followed by a gentle knock. Quickly you wrapped your robe across your stomach only to yelp in pain as the fabric brushed too harshly against your skin. buttery soft feel your ass, this robe was a lie!
Suddenly the door swung open and Katsuki appeared right in front of you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your shoulder. His eyes, despite their own fatigue were lazar focused on you, scanning every inch of you in a matter of seconds - “What happened?”
“Nothing.” You shushed him while turning your head to face the mirror, dragging your cheek along his fingertips as you turned, “...Wardrobe malfunction.”
“So you’re...alright?” He asked, voice much calmer.
You smirked, now staring at the elephant, or should you say, giant scar in the room, “Thats a loaded question...I look disgusting.”
“The fuck you dont!” Your partners voice shook you out of your self invited pity party. “Why the hell would you say that?”
Was he...serious? You turned to face him, pushing your robe back and letting the scar grace every watt of light in the bathroom, “This, look at this.”
Katsuki’s red eyes stared at you as if he was drinking every bit of you in as if he was seriously looking for the ‘this’ as if it wasn’t silently screaming at him from your abdomen. Finally he put two and two together. For someone so observant he always did have a bit of trouble reading social cues. But, you loved him for it none the less.
“You’re really worried about that?” His question had a bit of astonishment to it, “After what just happened?”
Now you’re questioning everything. Your body turned inward a bit, “Well...yeah? It’s not like the badge of honor scars you get from hero work.” You gestured to the star like mark that graced his bare chest, he saved his best friend that day. “This is different.”
Katsuki let out a frustrated exhale. His hands drew themselves back up to your body to latch on to your elbows, this time with a bit of firmness as to keep you from both physically and mentally wandering away from what he uttered next, “I know that stupid book you gave me to read said I can’t swear er whatever but you’re sounding fucking crazy right now.” He cut you off before you could even think of disagreeing with him, “You got that badass scar because you did something that I could never do. That scar doesn’t make you a hero, but it makes you a mom. So get your head out of your ass and be proud of yourself....and stop bending over and walkin’ up and down the damn stairs all the time. You need something you ask me, got it?”
To save yourself from bursting in to tears you leaned into his strong frame, finding comfort against his chest, “Thank you. You’re...I don't know what I’d be without you.”
“Heh.” He chuckled while equally basking in the glow of your touch and the smell of the curls that his chin rested upon, “Not nearly as interesting, that’s for sure.” For the sake of his kind words earlier, you let his egotistical rebuttal go for the time being.
You didn’t know how long the two of your stood in each other's embrace, but it was only a matter of time before the distant wails of your little one brought you both slowly back to the reality of parenthood.
“Go lie down, would ya.” your husband ordered softly, “I got the little gremlin.”
“Kiara.” You smirked, “Our daughter’s name is Kiara.”
AN: Sending much love to my C-Section Parents out there. You the real MVPs <3
Summary: Bakugou awakens from a terrifying nightmare. Seriously, someone give this man a hug, or a stuffed animal. Bakugou x Daughter Kiara
“Another damn nightmare.”
Bakugou tried to reassure himself by repeating the phrase for the 20th time as his hand clutched his heart and the other twisting the sheets into a knot that would be near impossible to untangle. His body hunched over on the bed, sweat from his forehead beading due to the change in gravity. Everything was shaking, his breath, his hands the fucking room. It was almost worse waking up from the dream than living through it. Reality now sunk in that the darkness of his past still had some hold over him. And even in the comfort of his own home, his bed, he couldn’t save and he couldn’t win.
He hated that dream.
He was always stuck. Frozen in place or in fear. He couldn’t tell. Stuck watching those he loved and let close diminish in front of him. Never not good enough, fast enough, smart enough, agile enough to save them. His own fears, anxiety, guilt, and shame manifesting into a twisted version of his own reflection, holding him still, unable to move, only to watch.
He hated the damn dream. It was always the same with varying characters switching in and out. When he was a child it was his parents and Izuku. When he was a bratty adolescent, All Might. Now, in his adulthood, it was a combination of everyone, including you and your child. Maybe that’s why he pushed everyone away. If he didn’t get close to anyone, he didn’t have to see them perish behind is closed lids. Maybe that’s why he shielded himself with his ironclad, narcissistic ego. Perhaps if he trained to be the best he could win all his battles, both real and imaginary.
Either way, it was nonsense, and did he mention he hated this damn dream?!
“Daddy...are you okay?”
Fuck.
Bakugou had forgotten, instead of you by his side he was sleeping next to his three year old daughter.
The two of them asleep in the bed after a late night bedtime story had gone awry. And by awry, meaning they had both fallen asleep well before the end of the story. What did you expect - it was well past 8:30pm when she wanted the damn story, of course he was going to fall asleep reading it!
Eyeing the small child, Bakugou saw a flash of her concerned red orbs through the thickness of her curly blonde hair. If only you were here. You always knew how to shake him out of this feeling. It had almost been a year since the last nightmare and you were at his slide, his head pressed against your chest with soothing circles being drawn into his back.
Bakugou tried his best to quell the fear that rattled through is body to put on a his usual face for his daughter. There was no way in hell he was going to try to unpack the emotional trauma of his complicated life to his three year old daughter, let alone ask her to hold his hand while he cried about it.
Fuck. That! “It’s nothing. Go back to bed will ya?”
“Not nothing,” Kiara protested. Bakugou should have known better, Kiara was the best and worst combination of you and him. Determined, and stubborn. And she wasn’t letting up. “...Did you have a sleepy scary?”
A what? Once the childhood term registered in his brain he bit his lip in a snarl. Damnit, she was good, “Hell no. I ain’t scared of shit-”
“I’ll get help!” Kiara exclaimed while scrambling off the bed and trotting her feet out of the room.
“Oi! Get back here!” Bakugou’s brash command was cut abruptly by her daughter’s hushing ‘Shhh!’ from what seemed to be her bedroom across the hall. Bakugou, clearly not happy being hushed by his own child but also too emotionally drained to fight her order leaned back to rest his head against the headboard. Of all nights for you to have a late night out with the girls, it had to be tonight. In his mind, Bakugou was already beginning to find the ways to yell at Kirishima for letting Mina come up with the terrible idea.
His eyes focused back on the doorway once he heard his daughters tiny footsteps enter the room. Her hands were full of oversized stuffed animals that she began throwing on the bed. “Here take Ushi...no wait! Take Hitsuji...wait wait wait-”
Bakugou, tired of dodging stuffed animals that were launched his direction barked back, “I dont want any of em - throw one more and I’m ripping it in half-”
“Here, you can have Mimi Manatee. And if you break her, I’ll bite you Daddy.”
He remembered this one. His hands reached for the oversized sea cow, remembering the day he brought it home from one of his missions oversees when Kiara was much smaller and far less threatening. It had seen better days, its gray fur was wearing in a few places and an eyeball was missing.
“She smells like candy!” Kiara exclaimed while taking the last armful of stuffed animals onto the bed to begin tucking them in.
Bakugou, watching to see that his daughter was fully distracted before doing so, took a sniff of the creature. Liar, it smelled like syrup. Yes, the day after he got Kiara the stuffed toy (and faced ridicule from all his alumni hero comrades for dragging the stuffed animal through the airport terminal) she decided manatees liked pancakes and smothered it with her breakfast, which lead to a temper tantrum when Bakugou whisked the stuffed creature from her arms and into the laundry.
Or, maybe it wasn’t that smell... it smelled like Kiara. That had to be it it. It was the same smell that would linger on his hero outfit when he gave his daughter he longest hug before his missions.
No...perhaps it smelled like you. The day that he had met you several years ago in the courtyards of U.A. You were eating something obnoxiously sticky that stuck to his school uniform when you were accidently pushed into his direction. He made you wash his jacket, and when you returned it to him with the word ‘King Explosion Loser’ sewn into inside of the garment he knew you’d be his wife someday.
Perhaps the stupid animal was a mix of all of those things. All of those memories, many of them annoyances at their conceptions, but beautiful to look back on in reflection. Glancing back at his now sleeping daughter he pulled the covers up to her chin before he adjusted himself into a resting position. His mind wandered back into sleep as he reminiscenced upon the source of oddly sweet smell of Mimi Manatee, which he held closely tucked in his arms.
AN: A short little BakuDad prompt, because I need it
IDK if I’ll make this into a little series but I think of how Bakugou would act around their pregnant S/O. Also how he would navigate being concerned and caring but also a emotionally dense little shit would be just a thrill.
Your face pressed against the edge of the porcelain tub, the cool texture soothing your flushed cheeks. Yes, you wanted this. Yes, you were so excited when you had found out. But damn, this morning sickness (or better yet, morning, noon, night sickness) was fucking terrible.
The groan that escaped your lips echoed against the tub as you leaned forward, further emptying your stomach of your dinner, and possibly what was left of lunch. Hoping this was the final heave of the evening, you went back to your defenseless position against the edge of the tub with a sigh.
Your eye peaked open as you felt a calloused hand brush against your arm to settle at the base of your stomach. Your husband slouched beside you on the bathroom floor, his red eyes looking at you with slight concern. It’s not the first time he’s found you this way, nor will it probably not be the last. But, you could tell he was wresting with some sort of internal turmoil of not being equipped to help you in a situation that was out of both of your control.
“Sorry babe,” You sighed while lifting your head to face your hero husband, “I don't think the baby likes Spicy Katsudon.”
He blinked his eyes before clicking his tongue in his mouth, “You sure it’s mine?”
You gave him a dangerous look before your face lightened, pressing your finger to your chin while looking up at the ceiling, “Hmmm, you know, I have been having a craving for cold soba lately... Maybe I’ll ask Shoto to make me dinner from now on-Hey!”
You knew better than to bring his rival into the conversation, and Katsuki let you know it by giving your thighs a slight pinch between his fingers. (seriously, its been 5 years since he’s graduated but Shoto was still seen as his ‘not friend, but not enemy, but still cant call him a friend’)
But just as he was a sour little gremlin, he quickly changed his demeanor to that of a soft hearted devoted husband, “Feeling any better?”
You nodded tiredly, “ A little.”
“Well get up and get to bed, I’ll clean this up.”
“Katsuki its fine I can-”
“And brush your teeth first! Your morning breath is already terrible as it is.”
You huffed before leaning into your husbands chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re so mean sometimes, but I love you.”
“Yeah Yeah, Just try not to yak in the bed-fuck!”
“That’s what you get for questioning the genetics of our baby, you handsome jerk.” You smiled while your fingers tightened around his earlobe. You placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head before releasing his ear and retreating towards the bedroom, leaving Katsuki to mutter about how he ended up like his father with a tyrant of a wife like you.
But, this was your life, and no matter how much you felt like pulling the braids out of your scalp, you wouldn’t have Katsuki, soon to be father, any other way.
“Hey daiki why do you make the characters you simp for father figures to sad orphans?”
Cause my darling I have...good old fashioned ✨d a d d y I s s u e s ✨
“What a weird looking kid..kinda creepy”
“So are they a girl or a boy?”
“What’s their name?”
“You really gonna keep them?”
Bakugo scowled at all the nosey questions he was getting from his friends and gave a light scoff “their name is Kira, so far they seemed fine with any pronoun I give them..” katsuki trailed off his eyes glaring at Kira who seemed preoccupied in trying to lick the outlet so like the good hero katsuki was he took off his shoe and chucked it at the kid hitting them in the back of the head warning a high pitched Yelp.
“The hell did I say bout trying to lick random stuff!? Get your ass over here!” He snapped to the six year old who let out unintelligible grumbling. “What did you say!?” Katsuki snapped out
“How can you understand him?” Kirishima mumbled out curiously while denki was grinning “I like this girl’s style!” He chirped out. “Wait, what’s their quirk?” Mina asked as katsuki held Kira upside by their legs shaking them earning a crazed fit of giggles as they swung back and forth finding amusement in this.
“Eh? When they make eye contact with you you’re stuck in mental purgatory. Forced to suffer your own personal hell in your mind over and over til they blink” katsuki said casually as he swung Kira back and forth his bangs making his eyes slightly noticeable and the others quickly looked away before katsuki pulled Kira up holding them.
“S-so you with a kid? You don’t really scream father figure to me bakubro” Kirishima said as he glanced back up. It was pretty amusing how katsuki looked angry while holding what seemed to be the happiest kid on the planet. “I’m a great fucking dad! Not that I’m claiming this brat or whatever! I’m just watching them til their parents are found!” He snapped as he randomly plopped Kira on the couch making him laugh from the roughhousing.
“How long have you had him?”
“...two weeks..” katsuki mumbled out and sero gave a cocky grin “papa bakugo~” he teased out now getting denki to join him. “Papa bakugo!” Denki cheered.
They were all kicked out a few seconds later. Katsuki scowled in anger as he closed the door marching upstairs to the bathroom and starting the bath water while grumbling under his breath in anger.
“I’m katsuki motherfucking bakugo who do they think I am? Playing house and shit? No way!” He hissed out as he soon turned the water off. “Oi! Brat! It’s time for a bath!” He snapped out only to hear silence..not good.
“I swear to god if you died I’m gonna kick your ass!” Katsuki shouted as he walked around the house stopping when he saw Kira writing something in red chalk. As much as he wanted to scream for writing on the floor he paused at the sight..was that his name?
“Ka-ka-soo-”
“It’s katsuki, look” katsuki hissed out as he took the chalk “the kanji for katsuki means win while bakugo means explosion..pretty badass name Eh?” The blonde chimed out with a cocky grin.
“Bakudan!”
“you trying to pick a fight with me brat?! I’m more than some little fucking bomb! It’s explosion! Bakugo!” He snapped and snatched kira up slinging them over his shoulder ignoring the excited laughs “come take a bath already before I kill ya” he hissed out in annoyance.
“Bakudan! Bakudan! Bakudan!”
“Shut up!”
After one aggressive bath katsuki got out the shower noticing first off that Kira was sleeping in his bed instead of the sleeping bag he laid on the ground, and secondly their hair wasn’t dried off.
“Dumb brat, you’ll catch a cold..” katsuki hissed as he walked towards the bed reaching out softly brushing some of kira’s hair from their face seeing the scars around his eyes as if he got stabbed.
“What the hell did they do to you?” Katsuki whispers as he sat on the bed and gave a long sigh..what was he to do? Without thinking he moved Kira over now laying next to them feeling their tiny hands reach out clinging to his shirt making him sigh.
How can he just leave them alone when they were already so attached to him like this?
AN: Dad Bakugou fics are my favorite. I am 100% convinced, with evidence I made up myself, that Bakugou would literally be the best dad in the worst way. Would his children swear? Yes. Would they be wholesome and the righteous hero’s in the making? Fuck yes. I’m here for it. Also, Bakugou and a POC character would make the most cutest biracial babies, like I cant. But I’ll write it anyways.
Summary: The day finally came when Deku passed Kacchan on the Hero Billboard charts...but, surprisingly, Bakugou is still on top. It’s mostly BakuDeku friendship, with a nice helping of Dad Bakugou, and a sprinkle of Bakugou x POC reader. The perfect recipe.
Midoriya dreamed of this day. It was finally here. The Hero Billboard Chart JP Annual ceremony. All of the training, the battles, the wins and losses, it all seemed worth it to have his name once again be echoed in the same stadium as his mentor, All Might. Of course, Midoriya was nervous beyond recognition. But, in true Midoriya fashion, he spent all week preparing and perfecting his entrance walk, his wave to the crowd, and the speech the top heroes gave. He had it down to a science. After all, he was now a top hero! However, he was not prepared for the ranking,
Midoriya ranked 3rd.
Kacchan....4th.
He ranked higher. He surpassed Bakugou?! And now, the entire world was going to see it. This could very well be his final Hero Billboard Chart moment. He was sure Bakugou was going to blast him on live TV. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited his mother as his plus 1.
He gulped, despite how hard his body was rejecting any more fluid into his already churning stomach. The two hero’s stood side by side backstage, both dressed in their full hero costumes; Bakugou foregoing his left gauntlet. Since the war with the League of Villains several years back he only dawned both gauntlets in serious missions where the firepower was absolutely necessary.
The roar of the crowed hummed through the walls and thick theater curtains. The two hero’s haven’t spoken to each other since their rankings were reveled in private late last night. Some hero’s weren’t even given any notice to their rankings. He and Bakugou were the exceptions. Bakugou and Midoriya stood out for so many reasons. Both seen and unseen. To the public, they were the symbol of the next generation of Heroes. Also, the Hero Committee knew of Bakugou’s fiery temper, so it was probably for everyone's safety that it wasn’t publicly announced without notice.
Midoriya thought for a moment. They weren’t kids anymore. And their friendship, dare he say it, had transformed so much from their days at U.A. They were on speaking terms, they trained together. Ran missions together. Bakugou even threw himself in danger to save his life once. Hell, he was even invited to Bakugou’s wedding, and only 5 other classmates were invited! They had become so much closer, but was that all about to be destroyed?
But Midoriya couldn’t live with the silence. He had to say something. Something to cut the tension. Something to make Bakugou look at him, acknowledge him. Even if he got screamed at, he had to say something.
He began slow, and quiet, “So...Uhh, pretty exciting we both made it so high up, huh?”
Oh no.
Was that pandering? Shit!
“I mean, its great right? We’ve both worked so hard. You worked even harder you know, your quirk is so amazing and you’ve become such a great hero- not that you weren’t in the first place...Sorry not likethatKacchanijustknowyou’vebeenwatingforthismomentyourwholelifeandihopeI’mnotruiningitbecauseirankedhigherthanyouthisyearbuttheresalwaysnextyearwhoknowsmaybetheyputmehigherbymistake-”
“Damnit Deku! You’re muttering again! And It’s pissing me off!”
The green haired man didn’t know why the abrasive response made him smile, “Sorry, Kacchan.”
Bakugou huffed an inaudible response while he began tinkering with his gauntlet before setting it down at his feet, “Shit, forgot to turn the safety on.”
“You’ve gotten so strong, you dont even really need those anymore.” Midoriya pipped up, “You’re now able to set of explosions that can be felt half a mile away-”
Red eyes were cast his direction, “I should’ve gotten that restraining order. You know so much about me its weird, ya damn nerd.”
“Am I really still a nerd to you? After all these years?”
Before the explosion hero could respond, the presence of a small child caught their attention. The curly haired child stood in front of Bakugou, staring up at him with wide, bright eyes. She dawned orange dress with green polka dots and small black and red shoes.
“Oh, Hey Ki-”
“What are you doing here, kid?” Bakugou’s brash voice filled the backstage. He knelt down in front of her, snarling, “Looking for an autograph or something? Well they ain’t free!”
The girl didn’t bat an eye. Rather, her freckled face scrunched up as she responded with a giggle, “You’re mean, Daddy.”
He was beaming, “Damn right I am.” He snatched his daughter up his arms, lifting her in the air as he stood. The girl laughed at her new found height before she began reaching for Bakugou’s hero mask.
“Kiara-there you are!” You called out while rounding the corner, eyes finally set on your daughter, “You can’t run away from Mommy like that.”
Kiara was Bakugou’s 3 year old daughter. She was the perfect balance of you and Katsuki. She had your brown skin that glowed with tiny freckles, curly hair, albeit blonde like her fathers. She had your smile, big and bright. And just like her namesake, she was the princess. You were convinced she got that from Katsuki’s side of the family.
“Hey, Y/N.” Midoriya spoke, only to be enveloped in a big hug.
“Deku! I heard the news! I’m so proud of you, number 3 hero, that’s amazing! Try not to break any bones during your speech, okay?”
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll try not to.”
Bakugou let out a small laugh. You turned your attention towards your husband and wayward daughter, “And you, no swearing during yours either! I mean it Katsuki if she learns one more word...”
Kiara watched you before mimicking your moves, waving her small finger in her father’s face, “Yeah, no spearin-” She finished with a squeal as Bakugou flashed his teeth playfully bit at her finger.
‘Top 10 heroes, take your position at the main stage. Again, top 10 heroes, main stage please.’
“Alright missy, Daddy and Deku have to go.” You reached out for your daughter who whined in protest, clearly not ready to depart to their seats.
“You sure you can hold her?” Bakugou asked softly, staring down at the small bump that showed ever so slightly from underneath your sweater.
“Trust me.” You reassured him, “If I let her feet hit the ground again, she’ll rush the stage. Okay, Kiara one last hug and it’s time to go.”
Kiara gave her father a tight hug before leaning away towards your arms, “No madder what Daddy, you’re still my mumber one hero.”
While he only witnessed the tender moment, for Midoriya it finally dawned on him. At the end of the day, he didn’t surpass Kacchan, not even by an inch. Midoriya was still chasing after him, just like when they were kids. It didn’t matter where he was ranked or what the public thought of him.
To the people that mattered. Who truly loved him,
Kacchan was already number 1.
AN: I just really want to write more Dad Bakugou. Mah Heart! Do you need Baku-dad in your life, too? Let me know.
It was 4 in the morning and Bakugo was awake trying to learn his daughters math homework . These new lessions were the most stupidest thing on earth. She was not very good at it and he wanted to help. Bakugo became a single dad when his daughter Miuna got her quirk . She could shoot water balls out of her hands and they would expload on impact or whenever she made a fist. She could make them float in place too. Miuna’s mother had a similar quirk and Bakugo was thankful she did not have his quirk . Atleast her mother could help her with it .
That is untill he came home one day early from patrol to find her in his bed with some other guy. The house blew up, litterally. He set the room on fire . Thankfully Miuna was at school but... he needed to buy a new house now.
Bakugo got full custody of Miuna surprisingly . He thought for sure her mother would take her but she had no interest . It irked him to no end. Thankfully Kirishima offered to help out, Deku did too.
Miuna was 7 and had little controll over her quirk . Sometimes the house would be drenched in water or the back yard would have a hole in it filled with water , or he would find floating bubbles that would burst in his face . He made her wear gloves sometimes when they were home and she didint like it, she felt like he was trying to surpress her quirk. Sometimes they would argue and it always ended in Miuna crying in her room with bubbles everywhere.
Bakugo would have to go in and walk all around the bubbles to get to her. He would sit on her bed explaining how her quirk was similar to his, if she was not carefull she could put a bubble on someones head drowning them. He explained thats why she needed gloves and she would cling to him telling him it wont ever happen. He hoped it would never , ever happen.
Bakugo rubbed his face closing the text book laying his head down on his arms falling asleep. In the morning he woke up to Miuna shaking him.
“Daddy..”
“What..” he looked at her rubbing his eye.
She was a little short, long blue hair like the sea with bright blue eyes.
“I missed the bus” she said awkwardly
He shot up grabbing her stuffing her books in her little Ground Zero backpack and running out the door down the steet.
“GOD DAMN IT MIUNA!”
“Im sorry Daddy i was watching a Hero show!!!”
“AUGGHH!!!!”
He ran all the way there, her back pack strap in his mouth and Miuna over his shoulder . The school was coming into view and Bakugo stopped right at the door panting scaring all the teachers . He put her down . Miuna took her back pack from her fathers mouth and hugged his legs.
“Bye daddy!!! I love you!!!”
“I .. i lo- he heaved- love you to Miuna.”
The teachers brought her inside and Bakugo yelled before the doors shut . “REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT THE GLOVES!!!!” The door clicked shut .
Bakugo turned around slowly walking off of school grounds. Being a Pro Hero was easy. But fatherhood? Fuck..ing... christ..
He decided to go rest at the nearby park , he threw himself down on the bench groaning. He had fucking patrol in a few hours . He shut his eyes slowly calming down.
Ten minutes into his nap someone sat down next to him , he growled opening his eyes to see you waving .
“Hey Katsu! Ya okay or what?”
You went to UA with Bakugo and you were in the Support class. You and Bakugo were friends for the most part. Just like Kiri you calmed him down whenever he was angry or antsy. You had a couple flirty moments but someone always came over ruining it. You both did not feel something untill the training camp though. Bakugo was in the unisex spring trying to unwind from Aizawa’s intense training. When you came in you just had the towel on . You both blushed, you both were not exactly allowed to be in here. You sat near Bakugo and thats when you both knew . Unfortunately you went to a Agency a city over and lost contact. But after UA you had come back since you missed the city you grew up in.
“Miuna.. missed the bus”
“Sooo you ran all the way there didint ya?”
“Yep..”
“How is.. the quirk training going?”
“Im not training her.. im making her wear gloves Y/N. Theres a chance she could drown someone, i cant let her have that on her mind.. i dont know what to do”
You thought on it , youre eyes traveled all around the Pro Heroes body too. You missed him. Getting back in contact with him was like a breath of fresh air.
“Katsu , do you want help? I can null quirks ya know. Make em a tad weaker. “
He looked over at you and you threw up a peace sign at him smiling .
