#and he IMMEDIATELY was like lemme get your grandma 🏃🏼 lmfao

[crybaby-bkg]

When you daughter gets her first period, you’re not there. Somewhere on the other side of the country doing pro hero shit, thankfully at the end of it, as all you can do now is lay in bed and wait to leave out so you can catch a flight back.

Bakugou, on the other hand, is at home with your kids. He’s mid flip of a pancake when he hears a bloodcurdling scream come from the direction of his eldest’s room. Immediately, he’s flipping off the stove and dashing upstairs, calling her name, panicking even more when she only garbles out a shaky help.

But when he gets there, he’s expecting everything—a villain, a huge bug, her little brother holding a booger to her face. What he doesn’t expect is to see her still on the toilet, teary eyed and sobbing, and a mess all over the bathroom.

“What the hell did you do?” He asks exasperated, but her even harder sob stops him in his tracks. He eyes her up and down, trying to figure out where the cut is and—oh. Oh, that’s what this all is. Immediately, he’s reeling, questioning, how the hell could his baby girl get her period so early? Is it really around that time? What the fuck is he supposed to do? Where are you? Does he throw a tampon at her and run for the hills to get some chocolate and ice cream??

But he remembers you in that moment. Remembers the early stages of your relationship where all you would ask for is him to be calm and understanding, for him to be gentle and quiet, for him to hand you your toiletries under the sink on the right side, start the washing machine, warm up his hands to be your personal heating pad. And he does just that, despite your daughter panicking and crying about not wanting to start her period just yet, he’s gentle with her. Soothes her, brushes back thick blond curls and kisses her forehead before he calls you from her phone to walk her through the process of cleaning herself up.

By the time you come home, they’re both laid on the couch. Despite her age and size, she’s cuddled up against her dad, damn near his twin, sleeping soundly as he grins at you when he sees you. He rubs a soothing hand on her lower back, and you kiss her cheek before planting one on his waiting lips.

“How’d you handle her first period, pops?” You ask him playfully in a whisper as you look over your daughter, still unbelievable that she’s growing up so fast right before your eyes. Bakugou scoffs though, cocky, as he brings you down for another kiss to mutter against your lips,

“Like a fuckin’ champ. Only got through it because I thought about you and the ways you want me to help.” His voice gets softer by the end of his sentence, and it’s enough to make you melt into him. He’s a good husband, you think, but an even greater dad. You couldn’t have asked for anyone better than the man you loved most in the world.