— SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) you take it upon yourself to deliver this ugly yellow haired figurine prototype to the dynamight office
— WARNINGS: pro hero!bkg, suggestive, flirting, swears, jealousy
BABY DADDY MASTERLIST
katsuki: Hey
katsuki: Random ask but does Kenji have a small figurine in his bag or room that kinda looks like me?
katsuki: It’s a prototype and the manufacturers want it back
You: IMG.347
You: this looks like your cousin kakugo batsuki
You: it is SO ugly
You: you do not look like this
katsuki: Thanks I fucking hope I don’t look like that
katsuki: The final will be so sick you’ll be begging me for one
katsuki: I’ll come pick it up in the evening
being the good, most useful baby mama you are, you took it upon yourself to hand deliver this manky ugly looking dynamight to the man himself. this seven inch, simpson yellow haired, thin milk bottle plastic figurine to the gorgeous, wheat blonde, greek god muscled, real dynamight, who is also your baby father.
the last time he saw you, you were snotty and crying in your old pyjamas… at least you had your grey leggings that you know made your ass look round but otherwise, you truly were a sorry sight. wailing in his arms as he soothed you like a baby. today, you wanted to show you’re an all rounder, you can cry, you can mother, you can look sexy yet casual on your day off.
you’ve been up all morning after dropping kenji off at nursery and you’ve got hours until you have to collect him again, so you pull on your favourite jeans, a cute bandeau and cardigan. it’s a slightly upgraded errand running outfit. right? right.
dynamight’s agency is massive. you only ever hang around outside to pick up kenji, never really needing to go inside but now, you can’t help but gasp. there’s people everywhere, rushing back and forth, people holding papers, you see through the glass a few heroes quirk training. there’s people around you in heavy fighting gear, black bulletproof padding and gauntlets similar to bakugou’s. you’re drawn to the trophy wall, the majority with DYNAMIGHT engraved perfectly, then a few for sidekicks, protégés and the agency itself. it’s the plaque on the wall that grabs your attention, hand prints pressed deeply into gold though they’re nothing like the massive paws bakugou’s got on him now. much smaller, child’s ones, dating to when he was… sixteen.
“hey! welcome to dynamight’s agency. do you need some assistance?”
it feels like your first day in a new school. you look to the lady at the desk, one of his many receptionists. you wonder if this is the one that gives kenji doughnuts. she looks younger than you, only by a few years with bright sparkling eyes and waist length neon orange hair. she’s pretty, sweet.
“hi! sorry, was just looking at the wall. i need to see katsuki. bakugou… dynamight.” you stutter. what does his team call him? dynamight, right?
this woman frowns at first, then softens, laughing a little. there’s no way she is laughing at you right now. her eyes crinkle at the corners, tone half apologetic, half mocking, “sorry miss, you can’t just ask to see dynamight. if it’s important you’ll have to send an email to get approved by security. if it’s fan related we have a museum and fan mail box to the left.”
now you laugh, loud with all humour gone. do you look like an idiot? you slap on a smile. she doesn’t know, she’s just assuming, you repeat in your head but you can’t miss the mockery.
“ah okay. thanks anyway.”
but you don’t move. you stay exactly where you are, whipping out your phone and pressing call.
“miss if you could move out the way—,”
there’s one ring and you’re through,
“hi sweet—, i mean yn—,”
“katsuki, i’m at the agency let me up.”
“hah? you are?”
“yep. your team thinks i’m a fan. i swear i won’t steal your underwear.”
bakugou chuckles on the other end. you can hear movement, boots stomping. you glance over at the receptionist whose mouth might permanently be stuck in an o shape.
“you don’t have to steal a pair. i’ll let you take one, if you give me one of yours.”
you roll your eyes, facing away from the desk. your face heats just imagining him holding your underwear. him stuffing it in his face, inhaling…
“you’re so stupid.”
“okay, sweetheart. how’s kenj?”
he started calling you sweetheart the last time you saw himwith your snot all over his jumper. you love it. unsurprisingly. big sexy pro hero baby father calls you sweetheart. someone needs to get your head checked out. you’re not sure why you’re still on the phone to him when he’s on the way to get you.
“kenji’s good. dropped him off this morning. he was telling me he’s looking forward to swimming with daddy.”
“kenji? you’re kenji’s mother?” the receptionist asks, not even trying to hide that she’s listening to your conversation. you give her a quick smile, even adding in a wave.
“did you see those pics i sent of him? he’s the fuckin’ best in the class, gonna have to put him with the bigger kids soon.”
you did. you were close to making it your phone wallpaper. katsuki holding kenji in the water, both boys with the same expression on their faces. laughing, eyes squinting, though kenji’s lacking a couple teeth and katsuki is grinning with all of his, gold tooth catching the light. kenji is mid splashing about while bakugou keeps him just above the water. you definitely didn’t study how the pool water sat in the dips of his shoulders or how this bicep shone with droplets. actually, he doesn’t look that good with his hair all pushed off his forehead, slicked down with water. you sigh.
“not yet! he needs to be talking with kids his age!”
that’s when you see the man himself, strolling out the lift with his mobile pressed to his ear. he finds you instantly and gives you a wink that makes you stand up straighter. you’re transfixed and you have to consciously remind yourself to blink. though you’re not the only one. everyone around you gives attention to the pro hero. either nodding to greet him, staring, making sure they look like they’re working. everything about bakugou katsuki demands you look and it only makes you think about him in your apartment demanding you tell him what’s wrong.
you chew the inside of your cheek as his voice rumbles down the phone, “don’t wanna stop our kid being a future olympian. you look pretty.”
you see his lips move when he says it, no need to swerve through people to walk over to you because people naturally make way. he’s out of hero gear, just black boots, black cargos and a black jumper. you would swoon, if it wasn’t for the fact the receptionist is still looking over at you, clearly trying to work out the relationship status of you both.
“you look okay,” you whisper because as soon as you know it, he’s right before you, taking over all your personal space.
he hangs up the call and it’s the grin he gives like he’s genuinely happy to see you. he’s got his gold tooth in and it only makes you stare at his lips.
“hey.”
“dynamight sir! sorry for not sending your girlfriend up! i wasn’t aware!”
the word vomit breaks the stare down you and bakugou had going on. you can barely register what she says but one word sticks out.
“oh i’m not his girlfriend,” you awkwardly laugh, “we just share a child.”
you can’t read bakugou’s expression, there’s no smirk or frown. you do notice however, the receptionist relax, her eyes glowing with possibility.
“yn ln. her name’s already on my list, right?”
a couple clicks on her keyboard and she nods, “yep, it’s there dynamight. sorry for the misunderstanding!”
bakugou grunts in response, “thanks sara.”
then he nods his head for you to follow him. you make sure to give one last look to sara who looks like a pouting baby about to stomp her foot with her bottom lip jutted out. you definitely don’t miss the hearts in her eyes at the man beside you. bakugou lets you through the security gate, ushering you by your waist to walk in front of him.
you don’t say a word until the doors clank shut.
“are you fucking her?”
bakugou hasn’t even turned round yet, hasn’t even pressed the button for the top floor.
“hah?”
“the receptionist. orange hair. sara. are you?”
bakugou blinks at you, then presses the button, making the lift rumble upwards. the silence is killing you as he comfortably leans against the wall, adjusting his sleeves and then crossing his arms.
“katsuki!”
“why the fuck do you think that?” but there’s a smile begging to be released, the corner of his lips inching up as he follows the creases between your eyebrows, your eyes refusing to leave his.
“she clearly has a crush on you. she is a pretty girl.”
“and because of that i’ve fucked her?”
“that’s a hr violation, you can get in trouble for that being the big boss and all,” you say nonchalantly, turning away from him to face the door, looking at the floor numbers ticking upwards.
you’re not sure why your heart is racing, slapping against your chest like it’s going to fall out your ass.
again, he doesn’t say anything. he just begins to laugh beside you, shoulders bouncing out the corner of your eye. you clench your jaw so hard it’s about to break.
“why are you laughing!?”
“‘cause obviously i don’t have sex with my employees, yn.”
“are you sure, because she was staring at you like she was picturing you naked.”
the door pings open just as bakugou says, “you must be picturing me naked all the—,”
three women are chatting, holding their folders and papers waiting for the lift. their eyes widen in unison, catching exactly what bakugou just said. they look at him then over at you. they’ve wearing signature dynamight blazers, all black with orange trim.
bakugou sighs internally, “ladies,” he nods and you give them a small smile as they sing their chorus of, “hi dynamight! dynamight, sir!”
then they scatter in the lift as you step out though not before hearing a whisper of, “that’s his girlfriend! kenji’s—,”
your son is really famous around here.
“rumours get round fast.”
now he sighs, leading you to his office door. “yeah. that one’s not that bad though.”
you watch as a tiny camera scans his face and he presses a finger on a screen. it takes less than a second and his office door pops open. then he turns to you, hand out to his office, “cmon.”
maybe it’s because you haven’t been on a date in a while and you really need to up your standards because you struggle to look bakugou in the eye as he lets you walk in first.
you gasp, “oh wow.”
the last time you’ve been to bakugou’s office was over a year ago when he was just moving into the building. all he had was a desk, a whole load of boxes and your son who was at the time still small enough to be strapped onto his chest. now, the room is beautifully decorated, with a wall of the evolution of his hero gear, framed photos of him and his hero friends, his parents and kenji. he’s got a wall full of books and then two walls of windows— corner office privilege. there’s a corner just for kenji, with picture books, toys, drawers with spare clothes and snacks.
bakugou stares as you circle around his office and he’s forced to see the room through your eyes.
“sorry it’s a mess. haven’t tidied since kenj was last here.” he tries to quickly dart to his sofa, folding the blanket kenji uses and placing it over the back.
you shake your head, staring up at an air tight seven foot tall cylinder with a white mannequin wearing dynamight’s pre debut hero suit. then you’re back at his photo wall, cooing at every picture of your son till you land on one featuring the three of you. framed and up for everyone to see.
“you have this in your office? framed?”
bakugou blushes a deep red behind you but you’re still transfixed on the photo. you’ve got it too in kenji’s newborn photo album. it’s the day you gave birth to him, still sweaty, freshly out of tears, lying in the hospital bed holding your tiny little baby boy. bakugou’s bent slightly at your side looking down at you both, kenji’s tiny hand holding the tip of his finger. the picture was only a few years ago but you remember everything about that day clearly.
“course i do. it’s one of my favourite photos.”
bakugou’s come up to stand beside you, his arms behind his back.
“i look—,”
“beautiful. like you just gave birth to our son. don’t say stupid shit.”
you laugh, because fuck, it was the hardest day of your life but it gave you your annoyingly cute little rascal so you can’t be that mad.
“thanks katsuki. i was so nervous when you saw me like that. then i didn’t care because you made that happen.”
“i remember it being a joint effort,” he smirks and you roll your eyes.
“really? i don’t think i recall,” you reply and you watch bakugou’s face drop in real time.
“you’re joking, right? you can’t remember that night?”
you probably think about the night you were together at least thrice a week now. it rushes into your head without warning. sometimes it replays in your dreams with extra added scenes or sometimes when you’re in the shower it forms on the fog on the doors.
house party. you were a plus one. bakugou. a random bedroom.
you inhale sharply through your nose, turning away from the photo, walking across his office to stare out the window instead. he’s got the whole view of the city, you could probably point out your apartment from where you’re standing.
bakugou follows you like a puppy.
“nope. not a thing.”
“you can’t remember how you stared me down like you wanted to fuckin’ chew me out from across the room and when i finally spoke to you outside, you spilled your drink all over my shirt.”
you scrunch your face, fighting the cringe as you gaze down at the traffic. you’ve blocked that part out of your memory.
“no, katsuki. i don’t.”
“and then you started apologisin’ and said you wouldn’t mind seeing what’s underneath and i went up to change my shirt and you followed, practically stripped me naked, jumped on me and had your way with me?”
you gasp, turning to face him, “you liar! i started apologising because i was apologetic and when i was trying to flirt with you, you got all nervous and started stuttering that you’re gonna change your top. then you grabbed my hand to follow you. i’m not sorry i was bold enough to kiss you first.”
bakugou now, two years later, doesn’t seem to carry that nervousness. he doesn’t look at the skyline, nor the robbery that’s brewing a few streets over and the hero on patrol rushing in. he stares at you and he thinks this is the first time his cheeks have ever ached from smiling.
“i’m not fuckin’ sorry either, we could even—,”
“dynamight! bakugou, you in there? why’d you take my face off the door lock?!”
the smile that would have been permanent if it stayed for another two seconds drops immediately at the whine of his annoying sparky friend on the other side of the door. bakugou flings his head and groans, “i just wanna fuckin’ kiss you and this idiot—,”
“bakugou let me… wait is yn in there, you’re both clothed right—,”
bakugou storms over to his office door, swinging it open for charge bolt to walk in like it’s his office. he’s cute, quirky, paying bakugou no mind and looking straight at you.
“so you guys finally got together then? i heard the girls in the lift saying your girlfriend is up here,” he nudges bakugou and bakugou, well he looks as if he’s about to explode. he looks up at his ceiling and takes deep breaths, his hand running down his face.
“i’m never gonna tell you shit again.”
“oh i’m not his girlfriend, charge bolt. just kenji’s mum.”
“kenji! love that kid. and call me kaminari, actually denki if you guys aren’t dating—,”
“i’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”
“oh, you’re kaminari! matching names to faces to names. kenji loves you, talks about that trick you do when you click your fingers.”
kaminari clicks his finger and an electrical spark forms from his thumb tip, shooting ten inches in the air.
“oooooo,” your eyes widen, “that is impressive.”
bakugou scoffs, “what the fuck?”
bakugou spreads both his palms before him causing yellow and orange explosions to blast from his skin. a lingering sweet smell spreads through the room. it all makes both you and kaminari step back.
“show off,” kaminari mumbles.
you giggle, “he is!”
“you…,” bakugou clenches his jaw so clearly bothered that both you and kaminari laugh, “you both are children. why are you even here?”
your laugh halts halfway down your throat. this is the middle of their work day and they are busy pro heroes.
you cringe inwardly, “oh, you, um, you sent that text this morning about picking up ugly dynamight. i thought i’d bring it now?”
you scramble in your bag, pulling out the ugly yellow haired, uneven orange eyed figurine and handing it to the real life prettier version.
kaminari’s laugh shoots out of him, “that thing is ugly as fuck.”
bakugou reaches for the figurine, his calloused fingertips brushing against your knuckles. he doesn’t pull it from your grip, just rests his fingers over yours. where you touch, you burn, unable to rip your gaze from his.
“i wasn’t askin’ why you were here. you can come whenever you want. i was gonna swing by and get it from you later.”
“just wanted to save you the trip. i was in the area,” every word edges to a whisper by the end and somehow, you’re standing closer than you were before.
bakugou’s back to looking at your lips, how your wet tongue swipes across your bottom one leaving a shine he’s desperate to kiss.
“wow. and you guys aren’t dating? is there a good reason for that?”
two heads whip to kaminari who’s standing with his pointer finger tapping against his temple like he’s trying to work out a puzzle of you and bakugou.
“now why the fuck are you here?”
slowly bakugou takes the figure from your hand, placing it on the top shelf. away from kenji’s eye view. you’re quick to stuff your hands in your pockets. it’s way too intimate with katsuki. it’s even intimate with another person in the room.
you zone out when they begin to talk hero business, wandering back to your tv screen of the city.
katsuki wanted to kiss you earlier, he was probably going to try and you would have let him. you would’ve let him shove you against his desk or even the window, unbutton your jeans and let him do whatever he desired. but you shouldn’t, no matter how much you want to because you have a child to think of, you both do. you can’t confuse kenji, mess up his routine for what? a night with your baby father?
but you look over at bakugou, arms crossed leaning against his cherry oak desk as kaminari rants off to him about paperwork, their last mission, the hero commission, something else and there’s not a part of you that doesn’t want him.
he carries a frown to show he’s listening, butting in comments that make kaminari nod in agreement. but once he feels your attention on him, his glare shifts to you. his ruby eyes trail from your feet, up your legs, your chest to your face.
you want him… you do… but with kenji in the picture it has to be all or nothing and you’re not sure if you want all… if you’re ready for all.
“d’you wanna get something to eat before we pick up kenji?”
we. kenji doesn’t see you as a we and he knows it’s not the day to see daddy.
you shake your head, gathering your bag on your shoulder. you feel all jittery with realisations upon confusions, “no, no i still have other errands to do! sorry for taking so much time out your days.”
bakugou stands abruptly, “what just happened?”
always one step ahead of you, grabbing you by the arm when your fingers wrap around the door handle. “you okay? you went somewhere there.”
you shake your head, pulling yourself out of his grip. “i’m good, just have lots to do today.”
you can tell he doesn’t quite believe you. though he doesn’t push it, just watches you like he’s studying. “okay. i’ll pick up kenj tomorrow for swimming class. i’ll send you some photos.”
“of kenji.”
“what?”
“send photos of kenji. not you in the water—, never mind. i’ll see you later.”
bakugou takes a step towards you to swing open his office door. it’s that questioning face he’s got again. eyebrows furrowed. lips slightly pouted. gaze never leaving yours.
“bye, yn. i’ll be sure to send you a mirror selfie when i get out of the pool. even do some press ups before i send it.”
you roll your eyes at your baby daddy and you’re not shocked to see that smirk slowly appear. you want to eat him. sit on his lap while he calls you pretty.
you huff, “goodbye katsuki.”
“bye yn.”
“bye yn! i’ll probably see you soon.”
you blink at the golden blonde behind your blonde, fuck, you forgot he was still here again.
“yep, see you kaminari!”
one last look at bakugou and you’re off down his corridor, refusing to look back because you know he’s still watching you. it’s only when you step in the lift, you hear his office door click shut.
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