bakugou katsuki doesn't do casual. there is no such thing as a hookup in his mind. no, you can't just up and leave in the middle of the night without giving your phone number to him. no, you're not going to be able to pretend you don't remember him. he won't allow it.
gods forbid you fall into the category of his type. he gets real pissy if you ever try to brush your relationship off as casual. the word makes his nose scrunch up in distaste, makes him stare you down. he doesn't do casual, and he can prove it.
I’d only seen this as the manga panel. I never knew he was picking himself up off the ground, shaking, crying, shell-shocked, ignoring Jeanist’s attempts to heal him as he mental mapped and planned his next (and last) attack on shigaraki
ur SO right about sero and kirishima. they're like the sicky sweet type of mean where they go from smiling and teasing you into like... being mean. and it happens in a way where you don't exactly notice right away till they're sneering at you and cooing condescendingly.
GRAAAAA IM GONNA EAT ROCKS. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE????
yesyesyesyesYES IT DOES AND I'M VIBRATING, like... where you should've realized three jokes ago that it stopped being about roughhousing and more about... them winning. A fun game of cat-and-mouse where they're just waiting for u to slip up so they can pin u down and get revenge...
something something about thinking you can get away with it, but no... you can't (except make it sexy), and it being gentle but so, so lewd... <3333
Katsuki senses his imminent doom just as the door to his office slams open and a miniature terror marches in. "Daddy," his walking headache implores.
"What did I tell you about knocking," he snaps. Kasumi gives him a look, sighs, and stomps back out, slamming the door behind her; the noise of it jostles his papers.
“Gently,” he hisses at the door.
From outside another loud sigh slips drifts in before the door is pry open only to be close again with a quiet click. He waits a beat then a series of pointed knock is heard and the door pushes open to reveal his impertinent daughter's scowling face.
"Happy?" she retorts.
"Fucking ecstatic," he returns dryly, leaning back into his seat as he watches Kasumi make her way into his office.
She walks toward the empty seat in front of him and sits down. "I made you lunch,” she declares, pulling out a wooden bento box out of her backpack.
"You made lunch," he says, letting the skepticism drip from his voice.
"Well, grandpa made lunch and I'd helped," she admits with absolutely no shame.
Careful of his paperwork, she places the bento on his desk and looks up at him with an expectant smile, which instantly triggers all the alarm bells in his head. He looks at the bento suspiciously like it's a ticking bomb. "What did you do?"
Her smile widens impishly, and he knows trouble when he’s staring right at her in the face.
"Daddy, are you impotent?" asks the little monster, adopting a sympathetic look. "Because if you are, I just want you to know it's okay and it's completely normal for a man of your age. We can work with that!"
Katsuki nearly bit his tongue as he stumbles out a, "What the ever loving fuck."
She shrugs. "Well, I worry about you a lot because you're alone all the time while your friends are all mated already, so I asked Uncle Kaminari and he said, you're either saving yourself for a special someone or maybe you're just impotent."
Katsuki's left eye twitches. "Do you even know what that mean," he grits out, taking a brief tantalizing t moment to consider murder in that wannabe lightning rod’s very near future.
Kasumi nods her head sagely. "I read online how it's a medical or psychological condition for a man to have their body's lower region not be proactive in sex. But it's nothing to be embarrassed about!" she insists loudly and vehemently that Katsuki is fucking glad his office is sound proof. "You can have a perfectly normal romantic relationship without getting physical. I want you to know I support and understand you, Daddy."
Yea, that’s it. He has had it. "I'm not fucking impotent!" he all but shouts.
She cocks her head and furrows her brows. "You're not?" she says, like the idea is so out there that she couldn't wrap her head around it. "Then, why do I never see you go out on a date with anyone?" She bites her lip. "Is it because you're still waiting for Papa to come back?"
Katsuki tenses up immediately at the mention of the one who'd fucked up and fucked out of both their life, when Kasumi was just only one and Katsuki hadn't even graduate U.A. yet. The thought of Izuku alone is enough to trigger a firestorm of resentment that burns fiercely within him. That coward, good fucking riddance to him.
But Kasumi got it up in her little head that the tragedy of his and Izuku's relationship is some bullshit star-crossed romance made for some primetime TV, and not because they were stupid teenagers and she's the product of their mistake. He'll take that truth to the grave.
The only good thing Izuku ever did for him was given birth to Kasumi and walking away from them. He hope he'll never meet him again or Katsuki would have his hero license revoke and thrown in jail for what's he going to do Izuku. Children aren't baggage to be thrown around. His little monster princess is nobody’s burden.
He would happily beat Izuku to the ground to teach him that hard lesson that Katsuki had to learned by the edge of his seat when a goddamn baby was trusted into his arms at eighteen and was told to fucking take care of her. He didn't want her then because he was stupid, young, and entirely overwhelmed but she's his now and he'll fight to keep her.
As long as he has a single breath in him, Izuku will never come near them again. Midoriya Izuku has no place in Kasumi's life now. He'll make sure of it. "No," he grinds out, firm and unforgiving. "Absolutely fucking not." Kasumi frowns, opening her mouth to respond but Katsuki shakes her off with a snappish, "Don't. Just drop it."
"Fine." She pouts, folding her arms across her chest. "I still don't like the thought of you being alone like this though. I can't watch over you forever, Daddy."
Now it's Katsuki's turn to frown. "Shut your mouth. You're a fetus still."
Kasumi balks indignantly. "I'm ten!"
"Unless I'm six feet under and on my last breath, you're always going to be a fetus in my eyes," he says, like they didn't have this argument a hundred times before because Kasumi thinks ten is the new thirty or some shit and she got to take on the world all by herself.
Katsuki never thought he would be those parents, but here he is making sure his little monster princess never have a single worry in her life because he'll take care of everything for her. More than maintaining his number one position, ensuring her happiness is his life’s goal now. Parenthood is damn humbling business. But it doesn't mean he has to put up with her inane bullshits. "And cut that train of thought out. I'm fucking fine. You and work are enough to give me to drive me into an early grave already; I don't need any extra headache."
Kasumi lets out a hellish groan. "Why are you so difficult?!"
A brow shoots up. "Me?" he says evenly. "Monster, you're the definition of difficult. Now, go away and let me eat in peace please before I consider throwing you out for the trouble."
Kasumi scoffs. "Fine, but I'm not done here."
"When are you ever," he mutters, knowing his daughter perfectly well now.
Kasumi roll her eyes but, thank whatever fucking deity, she keeps her mouth mostly shut as she gets up from her seat and walks around his desk. Standing next to him, she gives him an expectant look and he leans his head toward. She smacks her lips on his cheek. "Take care, Daddy," she chirps happily.
Kasumi may be the greatest headache to ever landed in his arms, but she's also his little monster princess and he doesn't think he can ever love anyone as much as he does for her. He grunts, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Yea, see you," he says, warmth thickening his voice.
She giggles, batting his hand away from her person. "No, don't mess up my hair!" she says. "Make sure to eat all your food, okay?" He flashes her a thump up and she grins. "Alright, leaving now," she declares, and just as she about to head toward the exit she stops.
She turns around with a beatific smile on her face and says softly, "You know, your life doesn't have to revolve around only me, Daddy. You're allowed to be selfish and happy too. You may think it doesn't matter but you matter to me so I will make sure you'll find someone even if I have to search the entire world over."
Before he could even compose a proper respond to that sentiment, Kasumi runs out, leaving him humble, warm and full of stupid love for this ridiculous monster princess of his; his daughter, his most precious treasure in the entire world. Children are truly a gift, he thinks.
The rest of her words don’t actually register in his head till a few days later when she hijacks his agency's press conference to declare her mission to find him a mate to the entire fucking world and the press eats it the fuck up. All the earlier warmth he'd felt rush out as he questions the entire existence of children once more. Parenthood, the true trial of life that tests even the greatest of man.
