Meeting You Changed Me (2)
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Part 1
Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Summary: Marriage is hard, sealing vows so young isn’t always the answer to a solution. But Bakugou has a son and what more can he do but promise him the world when his own mother is absent from his growing life? The word goes on and his life is at constant risk due to his job, keeping his son safe is all he need. So, meeting her had never came into his plan, nor the history of her troubled past to follow. He find he can’t help but stay away, though, entranced by a soul unlike his own, seeing future in her eyes.
Warnings: choice of language, little angst and lots of fluff
¨Daddy?¨
A million times he heard that voice and a million times he would never get used to it. Bakugou groaned just as a small hand grazed his face, so light and wondrous it padded his skin until his eyes came open and the light from the hall illuminated to make out the toddler's face. The man yawned, outstretching his hands for the little one to grab on and hoist him onto King cal. Tatsumi happily cuddled up to his father, and while he snuggled close bakugou took a moment to look at the clock on the nightstand, 6:32 am. Well, seems tatsumi was able to stay in his own be this time. He kissed the childs´ head in silent glee, his arms around the kid tightening just a bit more and he squeezed his eyes shut so tight it hurt, imaging the boy, not in his hold and it hurt. And with that thought lingering, the sun slowly beamed in through the dark sheer curtains and burned it away the more he felt his son's warm breaths against his chest.
¨Bad dream?¨ asked bakugou.
Tatsumi nodded.
¨You hungry?¨
Large eyes beamed up and sparkled with enchantment. ¨Yeah!¨
Within one fell swoop he was picked up and thrown over a shoulder, giggles with mixed yawns and tiny hands lacing through his father's blond locks that twined his own. He shouted for french toast, an American dish bakugou had learned from his mother a while back after her trip to America. One taste for the little brat and he had been hooked for the past year and a half when his father began allowing endless sugar rot and complete solid foods. Happy titters pleaded from behind him, a stool pushing up against his muscular legs and the toddler climbing up to observe. Bakugou handed Tatsumi an egg where he hit it a bit too hard against the counter but managed to get the rest into the porcelain bowl, even going as far as to finger out the lost eggshell that fell in. The sludge dirtied the counter and bakugou avoided resting his elbows on it while he mixed and Tatsumi pilled out a pan from the cabinet.
¨Don't burn yourself.¨ the man reminded his son, handing him the spatula and pouring in the beaten eggs while tiny hands stirred the hot filling pan.
Watching carefully, he multitasked to crack more eggs into a bowl for the dipping of the bread, adding a tint of vanilla and lots of cinnamon for flavor before dipping the bread to slice into the second pan provided.
After just some minutes and a small burn to bakugous arm from the burner and Tatsumi's reckless actions, breakfast was served and the happy excitement subsided to mouth-filled murmuring about how good it was and ´thanks for the food´ to whatever god above and his father. Battered cinnamon bread topped with strawberries and drenched with syrup and a side of eggs for protein was presented. Sticky fingers were exchanged, forgotten utensils and the grunt of Bakugous disagreement, for the boy had used his hands to eat the messy food.
The front door began to jiggle from the sound of keys and opened to Kirishima's tall frame, smiling and definitely not ready for the impact of a small child at his side. Before Tatsumi could even get the chance, Bakugou grabbed him and his hands, a wet rag running across his fingers until he was let go to hug the gentle giant. The red would have accepted the hug regardless, picking Tatsumi up with ease and squeezing tight. Soon he had the kid upside down and giggling, arms flailing with undying energy.
¨Aren't you supposed to be at work…¨ bakugou said in more of a statement rather than a question.
Kirishima shrugged, smiling when Tatsumi began to fiddle with his red hair, which was down and combed out rather than in its usual gelled-up manner. Then again, it’s gotten so long it was never really up anymore but for an occasional ponytail.
“Ya’ can’t just skip work, Ejiro.”
“Aw man, come on! It’s a Sunday, there’s no crime on Sundays. Plus, Sero and Kamanari are holding down the hut, so it’ll be fine.”
The two stared at each other for a minute and the skin on Ejiro's tanned face began to wet with sweat until Bakugou sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” he crossed his arms, wandering over to the boy. ¨Wanna tell yer uncle what you did last night?¨
Tatsumi beamed, ¨I-I-I sleep in my own bed allllllllllll night!¨
¨Slept.¨ corrected bakugou. ¨all by himself until about 6:30.¨ he prided.
His friend only responded by pulling Tatsumi off his shoulders and upside down. He shook the child while he laughed melodically along. Bakugou shook his head, fighting the smirk on his face to turn his attention back to the mess made.
“I was thinking,” Kirishima began, “I saw this new NewYork style coffee shop just some blacks away. Wanna check it out?” and he turned to the little one. ¨Little dude! Wanna go and check out this cool place I found just around the corner?¨
Tasumi was already screaming his agreement and it seemed his father had no other choice now. With one nod the boy was running out the door, but not before bakugou caught him in his arms and began his walk towards the small bedroom, mumbling something about getting dressed first. He dropped him off in his room and shut the door, which was greeted with a large smile from the boy since his dad never let him dress himself alone. So after some moments, giving bakugou the time to put on his own clothes, Tatsumi came running out.
The man looked him up and down. ¨No.¨
The boy's grin quickly dropped, ¨b-but-but¨
Bakugou kneeled down, tapping his tiny feet, which wore two different shoes. ¨Kid,¨ and he trailed to the shirt, one that overlapped a sweater oddly. ¨Ya damn shoes don't match and you don't have pants on…¨
¨oh.¨ Tatsumi seemed to realize.
Bakugou snickered and smirked, shaking his head and picking his son up to head back to try again, ¨sorry, bud, but it's a no for this fit. I think even grandma would shit her pants at this fashion statement.¨
That had the toddler laughing.
….
The sun just barely peeked over the horizon, casting a golden pink glow over the large city. Tatsumi sat atop his father's shoulders, reaching up as far as he possibly could as the sunlight danced along his fingertips. This city was waking up, streets not yet busy and providing a calming setting, singing of birds and streetlamps aglow to empty lanes. Kirishima read off a news app of the latest crime rates and stories, hero and celebrity gossip provided. Luckily enough, bakugou had a few connections along with bribing the news media with large sums of money to keep him and his damn business out of it. He couldn't have been more appreciative of the wealth he's gained. Even so, after days of work, he would come home in layers of soot, masking him from any fans, so thick on his skin that when he did finally change back into his clothes many didn't recognize him due to his constant blanketed skin from his own quirk.
¨Right here.¨
Kirishima opened the glass door, allowing his friend and son entry. A large sign, ¨Latte on the Rocks¨ displayed on the wall, decorated with coffee beans and swirls of hot steam. Setting the boy down, he allowed himself to observe the not-so-small cafe.
¨This place is anything but tiny for a coffee shop.¨ scoffed bakugou.
With so many windows, the place didn't even need any kind of overhead light to have the place visible. If anything, it created a rather settling kind of vibe, and he didn't mind it. Bookshelves were set and more bean designs were doodles everywhere along the walls. Within the many decorated walls was a section dedicated to just sticky notes, complementary of customers and their own personal drawings, and a table with pens, notes, and stickers provided. A building brick wall covered the other side of the building, everything creating a NewYork style just as Kirishima described.
With the menus displayed on some signs, he read along them until his eyes stopped on a certain word. He allowed his gaze to trail down to the glass display box under the cashing counter. Well-
¨Day’ hab´ muffins!¨ Tatsumi squealed, milliseconds from running into the glass before arms scooped him up and he was hoisted away from anything but. With much-fueled strength, the little one managed to wiggle so much bakugou lost grip and dropped the damn kid. Only he didn't hit the ground, actually, while in the mits of falling, he grabbed his dad's pant leg and climbed down like fucking spider-man. God this child. As much as bakugou wanted to fawn over his naturally gifted and cute son, but said boy was currently up against the panel and rubbing his face juices against the glass in an unsanitary coffee shop and honestly he couldn't be more concerned. So he grabbed the collar of his little button-down, gently but demandingly pulling him up.
¨Oi, what did we say about rubbing your face juices on shit?¨
Kirishima snorted, ¨Is that an actual worry?¨
Bakugou rolled his eyes, ¨Sadly, yes.¨ he sighed, using his own shirt to rub against Tatsumi's face which was covered in his own drool. Tatsumi seemed to look longingly at the tray of displayed muffins, so bakugou smiled and rested his lips to his son's cheek, blowing. The little one squirmed at the assault of a raspberry being blown on him, squealing and pushing his face away. Kirishima laughed, beginning to tickle him, and that had Tatsumi nearly bouncing in their hold.
¨Be right with you!¨
A woman on a small step stool, stained in chalk dust and bakery crumbs, adjusted her apron and stepped down, revealing a half worked on picture of a girl and her dog, both sipping coffee happily. It was quite impressive, padding off the colorful dust with a rag as she walked and made room for more to see. Clad in black jeans, shirt, and a brown apron, she couldn't have looked more like she belonged in the store. Though she wasn't just familiar with her wear, but looks. It took him a moment, but it finally clicked, she had been the woman from the courthouse.
Their eyes briefly met, a hint of realization hitting her gaze before slipping behind the counter and tapping away at the small tablet on the countertop.
¨What can I get yall started with?¨ Her accent, even with eh perfect Japanese, was evident.
¨Hello!¨ Kirishima scanned the options, then looked down at her. ¨I'll take a-¨
¨Muffin!¨ the kid butted in quickly, staring into his eyes and practically drool dripping from the corner of his lips almost animated-like. Bakugou covered his small mouth with his hand, staring at the menu, unbothered.
Kirishima laughed, ¨Make that two and a Cappuccino,¨ he glanced at his friend, ¨and a plain black coffee, please.¨
¨Milk for the kid.¨ bakugou added, taking out his wallet.
The woman nodded along with a wide smile on her face, most likely from his kid's antics, and took bakugous card, swiping it. ¨Just a few minutes.¨
¨Sorry about the glass.¨ He mentioned, and she waved him off.
¨Oh don't worry about it. I clean nearly every twenty minutes anyway, so it's not like it was dirty, and I'm fixing to wipe it down again for my own sanity.¨
Bakugou nodded in approval, looking at his son. ¨What do you say, squirt?¨
¨Fank´ you!¨ Tatsumi held onto his father tighter, almost shyly. ¨Cand I´s hab´ the muffin now?¨
He was about to remind the kid of his manners but the barista only snorted, ¨ I've got a fresh batch that will be out in about five minutes so that you can have warm ones.¨
He threw his hands in the air. ¨Yeah!¨ and Kirishima mimicked him cutely.
Bakugou didn't even realize it but that had him smiling, glad to have his son favored. As if any parent wouldn't. It seemed Tatsumi though still did not have to patience to wait because he was against wiggling out of the man's hold and escaping to stare at the food, face against the glass. And bakugou just stared and began towards a seat to find.
¨I am no longer related to the brat.¨ He muttered, and Kirishima quickly picked the boy up to follow over, snorting.
He picked a mustard yellow couch that faced a large window and small marble coffee table, that large chalkboard just to the left of him where that beautiful masterpiece was done. Some Lofi-pop music sang against his skin and the light shined in perfectly. It was very homey in this place. His friend came just not but seconds after with his son, the little one making grabby hands towards his father to take. His little head rested against his chest and bakugou combed his fingers through the soft curly locks while they waited. He had believed that perhaps it could be a soothing moment, but like a flick of lightning, Tatsumi was out of his hold. He grasped the back of the couch, looking over as Tatsumi pretty much waddled over toad the counter.
¨Oi-¨
But he was already sneaking behind the counter, making bakugou have to stand and go after him. But he stopped, watching as the woman from before came into view and his son approached her with little thought but much intent. His hands reached up and his lips moved and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a green chalk piece after moving to balance the trey to her other hand. It was placed in his small hands, a smile adorning her face, and the tray returning to both her hands. Tatsumi ran towards the chalkboard and bakugou sat back down to watch him. He went at it, covering the once beautiful drawing of the girl and dog in green dust, scratching over harshly onto the surface. He cringed at the sight.
¨Two coffees and two warm muffins.¨
Tatsumis head whipped around, bouncing over and snatching the muffin from the tray.
¨Oi!¨ bakugou barked, ¨manners, kid.¨ and Tatsumi froze.
He slowly turned with a tense look, ¨Thank you!¨ and she nodded in response, making the boy grin back. What bakugou didn't expect was how he put the muffin back and went to hug her legs. She gasped almost silently, at first freezing then quickly reaching down to pat his head. Bakugou leaned forward to pull him off the poor woman, picking him up and setting him on the count, making a gesture to stay.
¨Did everything work out for you?¨ She suddenly asked.
Bakugou made a face. ¨What?¨
¨When I saw you some weeks ago, at the courthouse.¨
Oh. He didn't even think she recognized him. ¨Just fine.¨
She nodded. ¨Good.¨
He probably should have asked her the same, but he felt his stomach cramp a bit and it stopped him from allowing any words out. So instead he just looked away as she went on with her work.
¨So,¨ Kirishima began, ¨Coffee lady~¨
¨Hah?¨
¨You've met before?¨ His eyebrows wiggled animatically.
¨Never seen her in my life.¨ and he sipped his coffee.
¨But-¨
¨No.¨
¨Okay.¨
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