#father bakugo

[fanficrambles]

The Other Woman

CW/TW : Swearing? Mentions of postpartum depression & depression. Implied self harm.

— Summary : Being married to a pro hero is difficult but you knew that your relationship could withstand the late nights and early mornings. With the start of a new school year you were excited to send your son off to school. Who could have prepared you for the heartbreak that a seemingly minor event would entail.

— Note : Grammar and I don't get along so don't expect much from that department. This is connected to my other series (here) but will be a series from the perspective of Bakugo's wife.

WC : 2k

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April 1, 20XX [7:00 am] [In your kitchen]

"We start the new month with a new scandal!" The gossip announcer states.

You roll your eyes at their statement as you continue to make breakfast. You had forgotten to change the channel before entering the kitchen and were now stuck listening to their nonsense.

"At the center of today's scandal is none other than our very own number one pro hero, Dynamight!" The woman announces.

"Very funny." You laugh to yourself as you finish preparing breakfast and move on to setting the table.

"Our hero's wife was spotted having an intimate moment with a mystery man late last night." The woman says before you freeze.

"What the hell is that extra talking about?" Bakugo asks as he walks into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

"I have no idea. Yes I did meet up with some friends last night but I di-"

"So when you said that you couldn't come home to be with our son you were fucking around with your friends." Bakugo says with a deeper scowl.

"I had run into them after getting dinner with Mina. Katsuki you said that you didn't mind me going out last night." You frown as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Well of course I'm going to mind when my damn wife is going out and ruining my reputation." Bakugo says as he steps closer to you. "We've talked about this. You're married to the top hero so you can't go around acting however you like."

"I'm not going to listen to this again. You don't need to lecture me as if I'm a child." You turn to walk away only for him to grab your wrist.

"You don't get to just walk away from me. I'm tal-" Bakugo begins to lecture before a little boy walks in.

"Katsumi." You pull your wrist away before you walk over to your son.

"Papa! Mama!" Katsumi says as he hugs your leg.

"You excited for your first day?" Bakugo asks as Katsumi lets you go to hug him.

"Uhuh! Mama said I'll make friends!" Katsumi says with a wide smile.

"Yeah. Go get dressed and then eat. I'm taking you in today." Bakugo says before the boy runs off. "Don't run." He reminds before he looks at you.

"What else do you have to say Katsuki?" You sigh as you look at him.

"Just don't let it happen again." Bakugo says before he serves himself breakfast.

You frown before you walk to Katsumi's room to check on him. "Need any help?"

"Nope! Got it all by myself." Katsumi states as he walks out in the outfit you had laid out the night before.

You walk to your bedroom where you look around at the bare walls and minimalist furniture. You hated this room and its furniture even though you had been the one to pick it out. You had let your decision be swayed by what Bakugo would like and you had to live with it now.

"I'm going to go drop him off now." Bakugo says from outside the closed door. "I'll text you if you need to pick him up."

"Okay. Be... Don't forget to have Katsumi brush his teeth." You hear him walk away before you sigh. You wait until you hear the front door shut before you leave the bedroom.

You hear your phone ring and you hurry to answer it.

"Y/n! I see you had fun after I left you." Mina jokes as soon as you pick up.

"Haha. So you've heard the news?" You sit on the couch as you enjoy talking to your friend.

"But seriously how was it to see your friends out of the blue like that?" Mina asks.

"It was nice. I hadn't seen them since my wedding. We actually made plans for next week."

"That's great. You should get out of the house more often." Mina encourages.

"Thank you Mina." You let yourself relax as the two of you continue to chat.

[10:26 am]

You look over your grocery cart before making your way to the self checkout area. You begin to scan your items as you think of how long dinner will take to make. You pay for your groceries before you make your way back home.

[3:00 pm]

"I wonder what time Katsumi will be let out." You check your phone for any new messages from Bakugo only to find none. "I guess he's going to pick him up today."

You sigh before you move on with your day and your responsibilities around the house.

[5:15 pm]

"He probably found a school that's open until late. I heard that some schools opened up with specifically heros in mind." Mina reassures after you share your concerns for the time and lack of Katsumi.

"Oh.. I had no idea that schools went on past three. But this is better for heros and their strange working hours." You let your worries slip away as you continue to chat with Mina.

[8:31 pm]

You practically run to the door when you hear it open. You are confused to find only Bakugo walking in. "Where is Katsumi?"

"What?" Bakugo says as he kicks his work shoes off.

"Where is Katsumi?"

"Are you telling me that you've been here sitting on your ass while our son is still at school?!" Bakugo asks with clenched fists.

"You never texted me to pick him up.. I thought that you would be picking him up."

"You know the hours that I work. Why didn't you call to confirm?! What kind of mother are you?! Why would you have a kid if you weren't going to try and care for him?!" Bakugo practically shouts as he pulls his shoes back on.

You are left speechless at his words as he turns around and walks out. "you didn't even tell me what school you put him in.."

You walk to your bedroom where you quickly pack a luggage. You call Bakugo as you fight back tears.

"What?" Bakugo barks as soon as he answers.

"I'm going to my parent's place. I'll call you if I'm coming back."

"What the he-" Bakugo begins to say before you hang up.

You feel tears roll down your cheeks as you make your way down to your car. You were used to Bakugo's cruel remarks when he was angry but this had been your final straw. The months of arguing and waking up to a man who looked as if he wished you were better. You tried to be the perfect partner. The perfect mother. You tried your hardest but now you just needed a break.

[8:55 pm] [On the road]

You drive through nearly empty streets as tears roll down your cheeks. "Call Mina."

You hear ringing before she picks up.

"Is this a booty call?" Mina asks with a laugh.

"Mi..Mina." You make a turn as you continue to cry.

"What happened?" Mina asks as her tone changes. "Was it Katsuki again?"

"I can't do this anymore!" You hit the steering wheel as you suddenly stop. "I don't want to be here anymore! Nothing I do is ever good enough!" You clench your fists before you hit your legs in frustration.

"Hey.. Come over and we'll talk it out." Mina says as a car honks behind you. "Be careful on the road. I can't lose my best friend."

"You won't tell him that I'm there will you.." You drive towards her apartment as you keep her words in mind.

"Of course not. Hell will freeze over before the thought even crosses my mind." Mina says.

You let out a small laugh as you continue to drive.

[9:39 pm] [Outside of Mina's apartment complex]

"Did you bring anything?" Mina asks as she walks towards you.

"Just a suitcase." You bite your lip as you fight back tears.

"I'll grab that and then we can go up to my room and binge watch our show." Mina says before she squeezes your hand.

You nod and watch her pull your luggage out of your car. You lock the car before following her up to her apartment.

[10:22 pm] [Inside Mina's bedroom]

"No way it just leaves us on that cliffhanger?!" Mina exclaims as the credits begin to play.

You laugh at her reaction. "Guess we'll have to wait for the new season to find out if he survives."

"When is it being released?" Mina asks.

"It's already been released in America. It should be released here later this year."

"It sounds like I'll have to pull out the illegal streaming services." Mina says with a smile as she shakes her head.

"Very heroic of you Pinky." You gently elbow her side as you smile.

"Oh totally. All he-" Mina begins to say before her phone rings.

You watch her grab her phone before she gives you a nervous look. You knew that look and you knew only one person who would be inconsiderate enough to call at such a late hour.

You nod before she answers the call.

"What's up Katsuki? I'm tr.. Y/n? No she isn't here. Did she go out or something? No she didn't tell me anything. Do you need help looking for her?" Mina begins to lie expertly as you watch her. "Yeah she probably is with her parents. Yeah. Night."

You hug her as soon as she hangs up. "Thank you Mina. I know it's unfair of me to ask you to lie to your friend."

"Your friendship means much more to me." Mina says as she hugs you back.

You truly had no idea where you would be if you hadn't had Mina by your side.

"Did you eat dinner?" Mina asks as she lets you go.

"No. I was waiting for Katsumi and Katsuki to get home." You felt bad that you hadn't been home to welcome your son and ask about his day.

"Well then it's a good thing that I still have some of my dinner." Mina says before she gets off the bed and motions for you to follow her.

You follow after her and watch as she heats up some food. "Mina?"

"What's up?" Mina asks as she pulls a plate and cup out.

"Do you think I'm a bad mother?" You think back to Bakugo's words as you wait for her answer.

"What? Of course not! You're a kickass mom! You didn't let your post partum depression keep you from caring for Katsumi. You stopped taking your antidepressants the same day your doctor told you that you were pregnant. You didn't want to risk anything when it came to your pregnancy." Mina says as she takes your hands. "You went above and beyond just to give birth to him. No matter what Katsuki says you are a great mother."

You fight back a new wave of tears as you hug her. "It's just so difficult. I'm trying to be better for Katsumi. I shouldn't be having those bad thoughts. I'm a mother for crying out loud. I have a priority to my son and my husband."

"But if you don't take care of yourself then how will you be able to take care of Katsumi or Katsuki?" Mina asks as she hugs you back. "Have you tried to tell Katsuki about your... thoughts?"

You step back and look down in shame. "He thinks that I'm doing better and I don't want him to know that I slipped up again."

"What happened?" Mina asks as she serves you food.

"The thoughts were too much and I did it again."

"When?" Mina asks as she walks to her dining table.

You follow her and wait for her to sit down before you do the same.

"A week ago.." You roll your sleeves up to show her your healing arms.

"Y/n.. You should have called me." Mina says as she motions for you to eat. "Have you been eating regularly? Have you been eating enough?"

You pick up your spoon before you begin to eat. You reluctantly shake your head as you look at her.

"Okay. Do you think the arguments with Bakugo are one of the things that led to this?" Mina asks.

You shake your head before you sigh. "I just don't know how to work through the emotions. It makes me feel like a child. I should know how to handle my emotions at this age."

"Why don't you see your therapist again?" Mina recommends.

"She moved a while ago." You finish eating as she gets up.

"Where is my damn bag?" Mina mumbles to herself as she looks around the apartment.

You get up and wash your dishes as you wait for her to return.

"Found it!" Mina calls out before walking into the kitchen with a business card in hand.

"What's that?"

"A number for a therapist. He's supposed to the best of the best. One of my old friends recommended him." Mina says before handing the card over. "You should see him."

You look at the card before you smile at your friend. "Thank you Mina." You wanted to get better and would try anything to do so.

[beybuniki]

the bakugos

[yugiohz]

so funny how bakugo's personality is so rotten that best jeanist specifically takes him in as an intern to fix his personality. the bnha kids have to intern at hero agencies to grow as heroes in training, bakugo has to intern at a gay man's agency to get good manners first, which is why best jeanist styles his hair and puts him into skinny jeans while deku and co. are fighting for their lives

[artemis32]

also the first person to come to mind when you said someone stubborn enough to ignore aizawa’s glare was bakugo, I feel like that would stress aizawa out so bad

platonic yandere aizawa shouta iii

Fun fact my top three favourite characters (in no specific order) in bnha are Aizawa, Bakugo and Shigaraki, so this is perfect

Also I finished this before any of the other subjugation drabbles as requested, but I'm clearing out my drafts, so hopefully I'll be able to post a few more this week

platonic aizawa masterlist

bnha masterlist

Class 1a was up to something. Aizawa knew they were.

They weren’t good at being sneaky, and for the past two weeks, they’d been behaving strangely.

Ever since the class had seen you, he’d been slightly on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. And he knew that it would sooner or later.

Class 1a were disruptive and oftentimes insubordinate. They couldn’t follow the rules and they got into trouble more often than Aizawa could keep count of.

They were troublemakers.

Aizawa knew that.

Which is why he was so suspicious of them.

They had been perfectly behaved in lessons, quiet and diligent, completing every assignment he’d given to them. They hadn’t spoken out of turn or argued once within the past two weeks. Most suspiciously though, must have been the fact that they hadn’t once brought up the question of who you were again.

It made him uneasy.

It made him annoyed.

But instead of addressing the matter as he probably should have, he kept quiet, curious to see what exactly they were up to.

He found out by the end of that week.

****

“Okay sweetheart, I’m leaving now. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? You’re more than welcome to, it won’t be long.”

You huff out a laugh. Aizawa was running errands and had been repeatedly questioning whether you wanted to come with him. You were sure he was trying to guilt trip you into joining him.

It might have worked.

It was working.

But you were a model student, as so, your homework and assignments had to come first - much to your father’s displeasure.

The only respite was that you’d be staying safely within the walls of UA, specifically in the apartment, which made your father feel much better about leaving you by yourself.

Sometimes you think he forgets that you’re a teenager – old enough to be home alone for a few hours.

“Yes, I’m sure dad. I’ll call you or Mr Yamada if there’s an emergency. I’ll see you later.”

He huffs, accepting that you wouldn’t change your mind.

The hug he draws you into is crushing and he presses your face into his chest. You feel his chest rumble as he lets out a laugh.

“Don’t let Hizashi hear you call him that, you know how much he hates it.”

You scowl slightly. The eclectic blond often insisted that you call him by his first name, or the ever-endearing title of 'Uncle Zashi', making a habit of reminding you every time you happened to accidentally ‘forget’. You enjoyed his company, but his persistent attitude grated on your nerves sometimes.

“Don’t you dare tell him.”

Aizawa laughs again before reminding you to stay safe and call him in the case of an emergency.

You bid him one last farewell before shutting and locking the door. Paranoia seemed to be one of your father’s defining traits when it came to you.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re set up in the living room, surrounded by snacks, stationary, and papers scattered over the floor and coffee table.

****

Three hours later, you decide to call it quits for the day, packing up your belongings and returning to the living room to flop down on to the couch.

You’d been laying on the couch, watching a rerun of some old movie your father enjoyed, when there was a knock at the door.

Thinking nothing of it, you haul yourself up and make your way to the door.

It could have been anyone - Midnight or Present Mic, here to keep you company or watch over you at your father’s request, or it could have been another teacher, here to drop off paperwork for your father. Perhaps it was your father himself, having forgotten his keys.

Living amongst a group of heroes and heroes-in-training makes you comfortable, and you don’t bother checking who is at the door before flinging it wide open.

Two boys and a girl, all around your own age stand before you. One of the boys and the girl look surprised, eyebrows rising, creasing their foreheads. The second boy remains impassive, his dual-coloured eyes trailing over you, head to toe.

“Can I help you?”

They continue to stare at you for a moment before the pink-skinned girl harshly elbows the blond boy next to her.

He exclaims in pain before clearing his throat and smiling widely. 

“Hi there. I was wondering if Aizawa sensei is home?”

If your father had passed one trait on to you, it had to be his suspicious nature. You straighten slightly, nudging the door closed a few centimeters.

“Aizawa sensei is out running a few errands. He should be back soon - would you like to leave a message?”

The boy with the dual-coloured eyes leans forward slightly, his upper body now crossing over the threshold into your apartment.

“May we come in?”

Though he poses it as a question, he doesn’t wait for an answer, already pushing past you and into the hallway behind you.

Your protests fall on deaf ears, and the boy and girl still in the doorway seem to panic alongside you, scrambling in after him.

“Todoroki, you can’t just barge in like that!”

The dual-haired boy - Todoroki - ignores them and chooses to look around the apartment instead, taking in his surroundings with an air of disinterest.

“I have a question. Answer truthfully and we’ll leave.”

His two friends, still panickedly trying to urge him out of your house, still as he speaks. They stare at one another, then at Todoroki, before nodding and looking at you.

By now, you’re anxious and wary, eager to get them out. You take a deep, calming breath.

Doing as they say seems to be the best decision. You didn’t want to stir up trouble, and you definitely didn’t want your father or another teacher stumbling upon the scene.

“Fine, one question and then you’re gone.”

You cross your arms and press your mouth into a hard line, attempting to cover up your anxieties with an air of anger.

The three agree to your terms, Todoroki humming lightly before speaking.

“Is Mr Aizawa your father?”

It’s a loaded question, one you aren’t sure you want to answer. 

While you and your father hadn’t tried to cover up the fact that you were his daughter, you also hadn’t gone out of your way to announce it. The fact that the three standing before you were so curious that they went as far as to basically break into your house to get an answer made you concerned. 

Their eagerness made you believe that it would be best to lie. Then again, what would you tell them - being honest may be the only way to get them to leave without a fuss.

You nod slowly, hesitantly.

“Yes, he is.”

While the boy and girl let out noises of disbelief, Todoroki doesn’t seem to be surprised.

“See guys, told you.”

The blonde boy splutters for a moment, shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Is that all?” You ask apprehensively, still tense and nervous.

An unspoken question lingers in the air.

Will you leave now?

Todoroki nods, thanking you before calling for his two companions.

At the door, he pauses, turning to you one last time.

“Can I ask that you keep this visit a secret, just for a while. Don’t tell Aizawa sensei that we were here. Please.”

His demeanour is serious, though it seems like more of a demand than a request.

You’re already nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, sure.”

Regardless of whether he asked you or not, you wouldn’t have told your father of their visit. The last thing you needed was for his paranoia to be proven correct. 

What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and he definitely didn’t need to know that three students - three of his students - had been to his home to see you while he was away. Worse, that they knew you were his daughter.

If he found out, you’d never hear the end of it. In fact, you were slightly afraid he may never let you leave the house again.

No, you definitely would not be telling him about their visit.

By the time your father returns home hours later, you’ve scrubbed the memory of the three students from your mind, and he seems none the wiser.

The two of you have dinner and talk for a bit before going to bed.

You make no mention of the day’s events, and he doesn’t ask.

****

For the first time in what could have been years, you were in trouble. Big trouble.

From the moment you entered the apartment, it had seemed eerily still, too quiet to be natural.

When you first entered the living room, you saw your father sitting with his back towards you, posture straight and still. He didn’t turn to greet you and you feel a growing sense of unease when he tells you to sit down.

“How was your day?”

You’ve known your father long enough to recognize his tone, to know that he’s not asking because he’s actually interested.

Right now, your father, the ever stoic Shouta Aizawa, was furious.

“Answer me.”

“It was fine, classes were good.”

“Hmm. How about yesterday? What did you do yesterday?”

You’re wringing your hands now, fingers gripping at each other in a feeble attempt to mask how obviously your hands are shaking.

“Y-Yesterday was good, same as today, classes and whatnot...”

You trail off awkwardly, unsure of what exactly he wants to hear. You don’t ask though, some sense of self preservation telling you to keep your mouth shut.

“And the past weekend? How was your day on Saturday. You had some time alone, what exactly did you get up to then?”

Staring down at the floor, you clear your throat and try to think of an excuse.

“Ah, well, I got a few assignments done and made dinner.”

His hand on your shoulder almost makes you jump.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

You don’t want to.

You don’t want to look at him, you don’t want to see his anger or disappointment or whatever other negative emotion lays there at the moment.

But his grip tightens slightly on your shoulder, not enough to hurt, just enough to grab your attention. So you close your eyes and take a deep breath before looking up and meeting your father’s gaze.

He’s angry. Angry and disappointed and everything that you feared he would be. But most of all he looks concerned, worry pinching at the juncture between his eyebrows and at the corners of his mouth.

“What happened while I was out?”

You weren’t often emotional, and you definitely didn’t cry. Crying was pointless, it didn’t change anything.

But you had to bite your bottom lip and press your nails into your palms to stop yourself from bursting into tears in that moment.

It rarely happened that you kept anything from your father. You told him everything, no matter how big or small.

Truthfully, keeping a secret this big for as long as you had had been weighing you down. You felt guilty. Granted, you weren’t exactly lying to him, but it pained you to hide something like this from your father.

And so you cracked.

A few hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you sniffled, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.

“Three of your students came to the apartment. They asked to see you but I said you were out.”

Aizawa’s grip on your shoulder had lessened, his arm wrapping around you, shifting you closer to him.

“Is that all?”

You debated lying to him, only for a moment. It technically wouldn’t be lying, you just wouldn’t be telling the whole truth.

The idea deflated quickly once his hand came up to brush away a few tears, his thumb gently rubbing at the soft skin under your eye.

“T-They just asked if I’m your daughter or not, they left after that.”

He hums again, staring at you for a few seconds longer. It feels as if he’s pining you in place, pressuring you into talking. Evidently, you have nothing else to say.

“Can you tell me what they looked like sweetie?”

****

You imagined that this is how criminals felt.

Under any other circumstances, it might have been funny.

Before you, lined up in somewhat of an identity parade, were a the three students from your father’s class, along with a few other guilty-looking students.

Three girls, five boys, all standing pin straight, facing forward. 

In the room next door stood the rest of the class, the remaining twelve students standing in silence.

Your father’s fury, evidently, had not been aimed at you. 

Well, not fully.

He was admittedly quite upset with you for not being truthful with him, but his anger was mainly aimed at his students for interfering with his personal life. With his family.

“Sweetheart, I’ve seen how high strung you’ve been over the past few days. I was concerned, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you so I gave you some space. But today one of my students let something slip and I put together the fact that they must have had something to do with the way you’ve been acting recently.”

You didn’t want to outwardly expose the three students who had come to see you that day, but your father had threatened to punish the entire class, so you’d caved and described them as best you could.

So here they stood, not once making eye contact with you.

"Go on," your father said, staring them down with a harsh glare, one like you'd never seen before. You knew your father could be strict with his students, but this was something else.

They all bowed forward at the hip, staring straight at the ground as they spoke in sync.

"We're sorry."

You stand in stunned silence for a few short moments, before shaking your head.

"Oh, um, it's fine. Thank you for the apology. And I'm sorry too."

The blond-haired student from before tries to raise his head, a wide smile on his face before your father's hand meets his neck, holding his head down.

"Did I say you could look up?"

"Sorry sensei."

Aizawa hums, glancing at you.

"Sweetheart, you can leave now. I'll see you later."

As much as you'd like to argue, you don't. Instead, you nod and bow to the eight students before you, bidding them goodbye before making for the door.

****

Aizawa couldn't find you.

He'd stayed behind to have a little chat with a few of his students, intent on returning home to you afterwards, but now, fifteen minutes later, you were gone.

You weren't in the 1A dorms and you weren't at home.

There was nowhere else that you could be, so where had you gone?

He begrudgingly made his way back to the dorms, resigning himself to spending his afternoon with the troublesome students of class 1A.

Only, he didn't have to go very far to find you.

Not with the small crowd of students trying, and failing to hide in the bushes next to the dorms.

He sighs heavily, walking up behind them silently.

Crouching down, he whispers, "What are you looking at?"

The yelps Denki and Sero let out are both panicked and silent, though they quickly scramble back to where they were, shushing Aizawa with flapping hands.

He quirks an eyebrow. Whatever they were spying on had to be interesting if they were brave enough to shush him.

Aizawa shrugs and cranes his neck to see what has them and their friends so intruiged, and-

Absolutely not.

There, sat on a bench in the hidden garden next to 1A's dorm room, was Bakugo Katsuki.

Accompanied by you, his daughter.

And unless his eyes deceived him - was he blushing?

Having seen enough, Aizawa stands and pushes between the students clustered behind the bushes.

He calls your name, and you look up with a start, eyes wide and dazed, your cheeks strangely flushed.

"Dad?"

You and Bakugo both jump up, and you head towards Aizawa while Bakugo slips away.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going straight home? And why were you with Bakugo?"

You laugh awkwardly, deflecting his questions as you grab his arm and head towards your own apartment, away from the 1A dorms.

"Sorry dad, I got a bit caught up. Hey, how'd the interrogation go?"

You were trying to distract him. Aizawa knew that.

But your father was nothing if not willing, so he let you get away with it, making a mental note to look into what you were doing with Bakugo Katsuki of all people later.

****

Of all the students in your father's class, Bakugo was the one he thought would stay away from you. Far away.

Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be going his way lately, and Aizawa was infuriated to learn that Bakugo had taken a liking to you.

While he may have his own strong suits, he was definitely not the type of person your father would want you to end up with. Honestly, if he had it his way, you would remain happily single and by his side until both of you died.

But those plans were put on the back burner for now.

He learnt, from a collection of camera feeds and fearful student reports, that you had indeed been on your way back home after your father's intervention, but you'd gotten caught up exploring the grounds around the dorm area.

No one could fault you for that - it was Aizawa's fault really, he never let you out on your own, especially not to explore.

It was something he'd have to work on at a later date.

While on your little adventure, you'd run into a feisty blond.

Bakugo had been tasked with clearing away the autumn leaves around the 1A dorms, a minor punishment for some or other misdemeanour, and he'd caught your attention.

That wasn't unusual - you were curious when you wanted to be. It was a trait that your father both loved and loathed.

What was unusual was that Bakugo had played along.

Aizawa knew that Bakugo knew you were his daughter. That meant that he knew not to snap at you or treat you with his usual brutish attitude as he did with his classmates.

He knew that, but he couldn't understand why Bakugo had taken such a liking to you. Aizawa knew you were perfect, but he also knew that he was biased when it came to his opinion of you.

Well, he thought, I'll just have to ask him myself.

****

For the first time in all his years as a teacher, Shouta Aizawa was stunned to the point of silence.

He never imagined the conversation would take a turn like this.

"Sensei?"

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the heavy fog over his mind as he throws the quizzical blond a hard look.

"No."

"No?"

He'd never felt any genuine anger or violence towards any of his students, but this-

"Well sensei, we met a while ago. She- I knew she was your daughter, so I tried to keep my distance but, well..."

"I'm sure you understand what I mean."

"We've known each other for a while. "

"If you'll allow it-"

The conversation replayed in his head as a series of broken sentences and snapshots.

He felt off-kilter, unsure of himself in the worst way possible.

The only thing he knew was that, at this moment, someone was threatening to come between you and him - threatening to take you away from him, to steal you from him.

"No," he said sharply, "Stay away from my daughter."

It was Bakugo's turn to look shocked, though he was faster to calm himself than Aizawa was.

"Sensei, is this to keep her safe, or because you don't want to share her?"

It's a strangely phrased question, one that would puzzle anyone. Anyone but Aizawa.

He understood exactly what the hotheaded child in front of him meant by the word 'share'.

It spelt trouble in more ways than one.

"No. You asked and that's my answer. Now go back to your dorm," he says, waving him out without another word.

Bakugo nods and leaves without further argument, not once looking back.

Aizawa slumped back in his seat.

Bakugo knew what you meant to his teacher, beyond what most people thought they knew - he understood the lengths he'd go to to keep you safe and happy. The fact that he'd left without a fight proved as much.

More concerning than that though, had to be the fact that Bakugo was the same as him. He had the same unsettling urge to be with you, to be the only source of your attention.

Aizawa had seen it in his eyes, but heard it moreso in his words.

Share.

No, he wouldn't share you. Not with anyone.

[ryva]

DADDY DYNAMIGHT BRAINROT HOURS

just big ole pro hero Dynamight wif his little tiny baby. just this huge man with the smallest thing that brings him so much joy

just a shirtless Dynamight with this little murmuring infant laid on his chest. just thinking about the size of his hands compared to his little baby 🥺

how nervous this man is about his role as a father. he's by his little one's side at every noise. mans takes time off to be with the mini him. and say nothing, he totally didn't cry that one time the distracted baby didn't reach for him. "they don't need me anymore"

[thetreefairy]

Coming out with y!dad Bakugo

This motherfucker doesn't give a shit who you love, because he ain't allowing it either way. He will be like: "I don't care who you love, as long as you are happy."

Will you date however?

No

This blasty hero will, since he already kidnapped you from your real parents, completely isolate you if he finds out that you are dating.

What does that mean?

See it in this little drabble that I made:

"Dad! You were so rude to (s/o)! I thought you didn't care who I love?!"

"I don't, you are just too young to date! Don't you know how toxic relationships at that age can be!?" Katsuki shouted at Reader. their s/o was over for dinner"

"My fucking god! You are so full of shit!"

"Watch your language!" Katsuki shouted. "I knew I should have just home-schooled you. Pack your bags."

"Excuse me?" Reader hissed. "We are moving to our vacation home."

"thats like 5 hours away!"

"That's the point, now pack your fucking bags, before I do it for you."

[randomt0ast]

I like to add this small details to make them look alike. It’s not accurate but it’s fun

[theloveinc]

Deku’s daughter gets a real bad case of “my daddy will do that” extremely young.

It starts on the playground after school, when one of her classmates is showing off how many monkey bars they can skip… and your daughter stands there with green ribbons in her hair, saying “my daddy can do that, too!”

Then you overhear her at a playdate one day, when another child is showing her the brand new Gang Orca plushie they just got. Her little voice echoes through the hall to where you and the other parents are sitting, yep… “my daddy will get me one, too!”

And then again, of course, when it’s career day at summer camp, and she doesn’t even have to beg Izuku to show up for parent presentation portion… and it’s, “look everyone, my daddy is the number one hero!”

Almost her whole life, it goes on and on like this… til eventually she’s coming home after dates as a teenager (because lord knows Deku can’t say no to her about anything, including boys) throwing her purse down on the couch and weeping because the guy didn’t bring her flowers and wanted to split the dinner bill.

And though it seems a bit ridiculous, to literally no one’s surprise, Deku’s giving her a hug and complaining right there with her.

[softer-ua]

I wanna see Masaru do dad things

He falls asleep on the couch but will instantly wake up the second Katsuki even thinks about changing the channel

One minute he’s loudly sawing logs the next it’s “Don’t even think about it Kats, I’m waiting for the weekend weather forecast” and Katsuki let’s it go with a grumpy “stupid old man” because he’s now secretly hoping this means his dads planing to take him hiking

(Later Denki and Katsuki quietly bond over their shared fondness of weather reports)

Masaru constantly reminds Katsuki not to touch the thermostat (even though Katsuki’s literally NEVER once touched the damn thing!!)

Masaru dropping random bits of “fatherly wisdom” out the blue in lulls in conversation or even just as the the start of a conversation that are so wild and uncalled, but undoubtedly good advice

“Looking nice is a respect we pay to other people and is the first step in getting them to treat you with respect”

“Never panic, if you panic you die.”

“Always apply for things you think don’t qualify for, at worse they tell you no, at best they’ll train you to qualify and then you can apply even higher”

*shows him a handful of water* “This is all it takes to drown.” (This was said to me one school morning while I was sleepily eating a bowl of Cheerios and the only other thing he said was that he’d meet me in the truck to take me to school)

“Go out and listen to live music as often as you can, even if it’s not good, it’s good for you”

“remember Katsuki if you need to get rid of a body at sea dismember it first, decomposition happens slowly at cold temperatures”

“Always know your exits and the quickest ways to them”

“When in doubt throttle out” this was said when snow-machining because if you get scared and break suddenly you might get stuck waist deep in the snow and have to dig you and your machine out, but it’s also just sold life advice

“If you leave it to the bystander it’ll always be left by a stander, always call out to one person specifically to call 911”

Being very open about his job but in spite of that no one actually knows what he does. Yeah he works in fashion, could be textiles could be a model, who knows, not Katsuki that’s for sure.

Teaching Katsuki how to spot animals while hiking in a way that’s so vague & makes no sense but sticks with him so he some how just gets it but now he can’t explain it either

Denki:I don’t see a deer anywhere??

Katsuki: Just look for the thing that doesn’t fucking belong!!

(the secret is of course that trees and shadows don’t move)

Katsuki calms his city kid friends with the same things his dad told him as a kid, which are of course not comforting if you have no lived through context

Hanta: what if we get attacked by wolves??

Katsuki: with how loud y’all are we’ll be lucky to see a squirrel

Eijirou: okay, but what if we see a bear?!

Katsuki: trust me you’ll smell a bear long before you see it, and again your too loud to just stumble upon one

And most importantly Masaru just randomly telling Katsuki how proud he is of him, how much he loves him, giving him random treats, big long hugs, praising how smart he is, telling him how he will always support him no matter what, how glad he is that he grew up to be so strong willed, and a dozen other acts of soft fatherly support

Katsuki needs him to offset the poor example of his mother so so desperately 🥺

[mymarifae]

going back to these tags. this shit literally haunts me like i haven't touched bnha since watching the first season when it came out YEARS ago but i still lay awake in bed some nights grieving the loss of This story. i was watching it with my high school ex and i started complaining when all might told deku he'd give him one-for-all and my ex was like "but it'd be so boring if deku didn't get powers. the story wouldn't mean anything." and i was so in shock that i kind of wanted to kill him because WOW . we are not on the same creative wavelength AT ALL are we . like you're telling me you saw alllllllllll that build-up with deku being bullied for not having a quirk and everyone mocking his dreams of going to UA and becoming a pro hero - the build-up that culminates in the scene where he rushes headfirst into danger in a desperate attempt to save someone's life when all the so-called "heroes" with their "superpowers" stood around doing jack shit and you... still wanted him to magically get a quirk via the powers of Lazy Plot Convenience ?!??! you didn't start expecting a story about defying a world that hates you and wants you to fail... ?!?! that's boring to you? nothing about that resonates with you? at all¿!?

[fanficrambles]

The Other Woman (Reversed)

CW/TW : Swearing? Brief mention of affairs.

— Summary : It's the start of a new school year and the last thing you were expecting was to become involved with the parent of a student. A parent who just so happens to be a pro hero.

— Note : Grammar and I don't get along so don't expect much from that department. My mental health is really kicking my ass so I'm going to hold off on setting a schedule for new updates.

WC : 2.3k Part One

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April 2, 20XX [5:00 am] [In your bedroom]

You are woken up by your ringing phone and immediately let out a groan. You keep your eyes closed as your hand feels around your bedside table for your phone. "Who is calling so early?" You open your eyes as you pick your phone up and answer the call.

"Hello?" You sit up as you hold back a yawn.

"Do you think you could pick Katsumi up from my home right now?" Bakugo asks as you look around your dark room with half open eyes. You squint at your alarm clock on your bedside table and internally groan.

"It's five in the morning Mr. Bakugo. Ignoring the fact that this call is incredibly inappropriate, the school opens at seven at the earliest."

"I know but the damn hero commission called me in and there's nobody else to take care of the kid." Bakugo says before he sighs. "My parents aren't in the country and my wife's parents are indisposed."

You think of Katsumi before you put a hand to your forehead. "Okay. Send me your address." You put him on speaker as you go to the Uber app.

"There." Bakugo says as you copy his address and put it into the app. Your eyes widen when you see the price.

"I'll be there in thirty-eight minutes."

"Okay." Bakugo says before hanging up.

You get out of bed and hurry to change into presentable clothes. You were slightly disappointed at his lack of a 'thank you' but knew that he was stressed out and in a hurry.

[5:51 am] [Outside of Bakugo's apartment complex]

You yawn as Bakugo steps out of the building in his hero costume. "Hello Mr. Bakugo."

"Where's your car?" Bakugo asks as he carries the sleeping Katsumi.

"I don't have a car. I was going to ask a friend to pick us up."

"Tch. You can stay in my place but it's a damn mess." Bakugo says as he sighs. "Come on." He says before gently handing Katsumi over to you.

You hold him close as you follow Bakugo up to his apartment. You watch him unlock the door to reveal a large and spacious home. 

"You can grab anything from the fridge, bathroom is around the corner, and the remote is on the counter." Bakugo says as you follow him to Katsumi's room.

You gently put Katsumi down before you quietly follow Bakugo out of the room.

"I have to go now. Text me if you have any questions." Bakugo says before walking away without letting you get a word out.

You stand in place dumbfounded before you snap back to reality. You return to the living room and notice the mess that Bakugo had mentioned earlier. You pick up the mess and walk into the kitchen to find the same situation. You let out a sigh before you begin to clean up.

[7:30 am] [At the preschool]

"Go and draw little one." You watch as Katsumi nods before running over to Kaede's niece.

"I have a question." Adelaide says as you put your backpack under the receptionists desk.

"Are you sleeping with Bakugo?" Adelaide asks bluntly and too loud for your liking.

"Shh!" You pull her to the side as you look over to Katsumi who is engrossed in his coloring book. "Of course not. I'm just helping him out with Katsumi."

"Oh. That's good. At least one of them is loyal then." Adelaide says with a relieved sigh.

You look at her as you slowly process her words.

"What do you mean at least one of them is loyal?"

"I thought I told you." Adelaide says as she frowns. "His wife is apparently having an affair."

You stare at her dumbfounded as your brain tries to process what she said. "Affair?"

You think back to your youth and the many affairs that your parents tried to keep a secret from you. You had known.

Every. Single. Time.

"You okay?" Adelaide asks as she puts a hand on your arm.

You blink in surprise before you nod. "Yeah. I'm fine." You go through the motions of your day all while thinking of how Katsumi would be hurt by the actions of his mother.

[3:47 pm]

"Could you do a deep clean if you're staying late?" Kaede asks as you hand Katsumi a new set of crayons.

"Sure. Be careful getting home."

"You too." Kaede says with a smile before walking out.

You begin to clean while also keeping Katsumi entertained.

[6:39 pm]

You hear your phone chime as you power down the vacuum. You put the vacuum to the side before you pick your phone up.

[Your phone] {Katsumi's Dad}

Katsumi's Dad - I'm outside

You look up to see him waiting at his car while looking down at his phone.

"Katsumi! Guess what?"

"What?" Katsumi asks with a smile as he holds a doll.

"Papa is here early!" You feel a warmth in your chest as he lights up.

"Papa! I wanna see papa!" Katsumi says as he rushes to his cubby.

You smile as you gather your things while he pulls his shoes on. You grab his bag as he excitedly waits at the door.

You open the door and watch as he runs to his dad.

"Papa!" Katsumi calls out as he hugs Bakugo's leg.

You lock the door after you step outside.

"How was school?" Bakugo asks as he messes up Katsumi's hair.

"It was fun! Look what miss gave me!" Katsumi says before showing off his Deku doll. "It's Uncle Midoya!"

"damn deku." Bakugo mumbles as he smiles at his son. "That's very cool. How about you go eat with the greatest hero?"

"Uncle is back?" Katsumi asks with a mischievous smile.

"Tch." Bakugo scoffs with a scowl.

"Joking papa! Papa is the greatest hero!" Katsumi exclaims as he gives him a toothy grin.

You watch their interaction from a distance before you step forward. "Here's his bag." You hand the bag over with a small smile. "He was great today."

"Yeah." Bakugo says as he picks up Katsumi with a proud smile. "He's my kid after all."

You smile and nod. "Have a good night Mr. Bakugo." You gently squeeze Katsumi's hand as he smiles at you. "I'll see you tomorrow little one. Don't forget to bring little Deku with you."

"I won't." Katsumi says as he hugs the doll.

You nod before you turn to leave.

"Join us." Bakugo speaks up.

You freeze before turning back around. "Join you?"

"For dinner." Bakugo says as he opens the back door to put Katsumi into his carseat.

"I don't think it's pr-"

"It's to say thanks." Bakugo states as he closes the car door. "I didn't say it earlier and it was an asshole move."

You shake your head before you meet his eyes. "You were in a hurry and I understood that."

"You coming or not?" Bakugo asks as he pulls his car keys out.

You think of the empty fridge waiting for you at home before you decide to give in. "Yes."

"Well get in before I leave you here." Bakugo threatens as he gets into the driver's seat.

You get into the passenger's side and keep a playful conversation going with Katsumi on the way to the restaurant.

[7:45 pm] [Inside a restaurant]

"Ice cream!" Katsumi exclaims happily as the waiter places an ice cream sundae in front of him. "Thank you mister."

"Thank you." You give the waiter a smile as he places a slice of strawberry cheesecake in front of you.

"You're welcome." The waiter says before walking away.

"I don't know how you can eat such sugary crap." Bakugo states as you pick up your fork.

"I don't eat dessert often so I tend to go for more sugary desserts when I do." You happily eat the cheesecake as he watches.

Your eyes go wide when he uses his fork to steal a strawberry. "You could have just asked Mr. Bakugo." You look at him to see him shrug as he eats the strawberry.

"Papa says it's good to share." Katsumi states as he eats his sundae.

You look to Bakugo who is giving his son a proud smile. Tired but proud nonetheless.

"How was w-" You are cut off by his phone ringing.

"Hold on." Bakugo says as he pulls his phone out and answers the call before putting it to his ear. "The hell do you want Deku?"

Your ears perk up as you and Katsumi look at Bakugo excitedly.

"The eighth? Where the hell do you plan on having this? At my house?! The fuck do I look like to you?" Bakugo says as he scowls. "Fine. Yeah I know somebody. Fuck you." He says before hanging up.

You fiddle with your fork before you look at Bakugo. "Bad news?"

"Some of my idiot friends are going to meet at my house on the eighth." Bakugo states as he stabs a strawberry on your cheesecake before bringing it to his mouth. "Could you take care of their kids when it happens?"

You think of how open your schedule is before you nod. "Of course. I'd love to."

You hear a soft thunk and turn to find Katsumi sleeping with his head on the table.

"You should get him home." You get up and gently take Katsumi out of his seat while Bakugo pays the bill.

"The kid ate too much." Bakugo states as he puts his coat around your shoulders.

"Thank you." You follow him to the door and immediately take a step back when you're bombarded by flashing lights.

"fucking bastards." Bakuugo mumbles as he puts his coat on your head to keep your identity hidden. "Hide the kid."

You use the coat to hide the sleeping Katsumi as Bakugo puts a large but surprisingly gentle hand on your back.

"Move." Bakugo says as he guides you through the sea of paparazzi. "I said move dammit!"

You keep your head down as he guides you to the car with the paparazzi not far behind. You get into the back seat as soon as he opens the door.

You put Katsumi into his seat as you use the coat to cover him from the flashing lights.

"Fucking leeches." Bakugo says as he gets into the driver's seat. "I can't take you home with these fuckers around. They'll follow us and harass you like the blood sucking leeches they are."

You frown as you look at the paparazzi that have swarmed the car just for a measly photo. "Don't worry about me. I can figure something out."

"You can stay in my guest bedroom." Bakugo states as he starts the car.

You take another look at the paparazzi before biting your lip. "Okay. I just want to get out of here."

You watch Bakugo try to drive out of the parking spot only to be blinded by the flashing lights of their cameras.

"That's it." Bakugo says as he gets out of the car.

You shy away from the view of the open door as you peek at him through a window.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY! I'M TRYING TO GET OUT! DO YOU IDIOTS WANT TO GET HIT?! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" Bakugo yells as the flashing lights quickly come to a stop.

You hadn't realized how large and intimidating Bakugo was.

You watch him get back in the car and easily drive away. "Are you okay?"

"Course I am. Those leeches are the ones you should be asking." Bakugo says with a roll of his eyes.

"I know but it must be stressful." You take the coat off of Katsumi before you smile at his sleeping face. "You have to worry about keeping Katsumi from being exposed by those.. leeches."

You hear Bakugo laugh and you look at him with wide eyes. You had expected a deep laugh and it was but it was also surprisingly warm and comforting.

"Damn right but I'm the number one hero. Nothing is too stressful." Bakugo boasts as he pulls into his designated parking spot.

You smile as you get out of the car and walk over to Katsumi's side. You open the door and carefully take him out of the car seat as Bakugo grabs any bags in the car.

"Can I ask something personal Mr. Bakugo?" You follow him into the building and into an elevator.

"I'm off the clock and so are you." Bakugo points out as he pushes the button for the top floor and the elevator doors close.

You open your mouth but close it when the elevator doors open again.

"Oh hey Bakugo." A beautiful young woman says as she wipes sweat off of her forehead.

"Hi." Bakugo says as she steps onto the elevator.

"Aw little Kats is sleeping so peacefully." The woman says as she gently squeezes Katsumi's hand.

"Yeah he had a long day." Bakugo says as the elevator begins to move.

"How was work?" The woman asks as she looks up at him in admiration.

"Fine. Took down villains." Bakugo says uninterested in any conversation with her.

"Well this is me. Have a good night you two." The woman says as the elevator doors open and she steps off.

"You too." You give her a smile as the elevator doors close before the elevator continues to move.

"Do you ever smile?" You can tell that your question caught him off guard as he gives you a raised brow. You watch the elevator doors open once again.

You step off of the elevator right behind Bakugo.

"Are those the kinds of things you ask your boss?" Bakugo asks as he leads the way down the hall.

"I'm off the clock." You give him a smile as he rolls his eyes.

"You're a smartass then huh." Bakugo says as he unlocks the door to his home.

"I don't know about smartass but I definitely do think I'm intelligent." You earn yourself a low chuckle from him before you laugh as well.

You walk into his home as the two of you exchange subtle but harmless insults. You were too engrossed in your conversation to notice the eyes watching the three of you from around the corner.

[beybuniki]

AU where Deku stays quirkless and he enrolls in UA's support department, he and bakugo befriend each other because they take the same train to school & Deku approaches him because they're both batfam fans :) they bond over common interest which also inspires them to work togetherrrrrr

[yugiohz]

the bakugo/shoto dynamic is crazy because we have a boy who grew up experiencing plenty of love and in the other corner of this hypothetical yaoi chamber, we have a boy who grew up in an abusive and dysfunctional household, sheltered only-child vs youngest of 4 who was forced into competition with his oldest sibling (and replaced him as future head of the family) fight!!!!!!!!!! or hug !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shih-coulda-had-it]

I like to think that these people could have crossed paths earlier ✨✨ (Destro and AFO)

yeah they def crossed swor--paths. they definitely were like ships, passing in the night,

[anniebear-92]

Could u do all might having a daughter which he neglects?

Of course I can! That is an interesting ask!

I honestly see All Might being a parent could go two ways, either the child would feel extremely neglected and in the biggest shadow ever or he would be the most loving father ever based on his interactions with his students. If anyone wants to read one of how I think All Might would be as an actual dad? Let me know :)

Warnings: SFW, talks of depression, sadness and divorce. All Might is a shit dad. Her last name is Yagi because she is All Might's daughter.

She stared at the statue before her, darkness of the shadow surrounded her like the hug she rarely got. The figure envisioned by the artist continuously showed that big smile similar to her own if anyone was privy to see it.

The plaque at the base read a blurb about "The Symbol of Peace." How great this man is and was to this day. What about the people he had to step on to get to this place? To have his status in the middle of a shopping square?

Someone like, you.

His own flesh and blood that rarely got a phone call but on birthdays or Holidays. Even then she could hardly remember the last birthday he HAD called on. It was always a quick "How you doing kiddo?" or "I just called quick to say Happy birthday."

He was always quick to call and just as quick to disconnect the line because "Duty calls," Before you could even tell him about the great gift your mother always got you. Unlike your absent father your mother was always there, quick with a tissue or shoulder for your falling tears. A band-aid for the scrape you had gotten, cake to make you feel better, kind words and exciting stories before bedtime.

Not from him.

The day your doctor told the happy couple their daughter was quirkless was the first of many, those ocean blue eyes you shared with the man gave you that look of pity. That perpetual look that you were something to be protected, fragile, nothing. How can a quirkless person be a hero?

It had been the first day he stopped coming home at night, returning your mother's calls asking when he'd be home for dinner. Justice was always the answer. Cold nights in a bed alone, her seven year old daughter crawling in her lap to wipe the tears from her mother's cheeks.

Finally your mother had enough, the stack of papers from her lawyer were left on the table indicated he was going to be alone. When she received the notification he would not fight she knew the battle was lost, he no longer cared... If he did at all.

Your mother took you away from Tokyo where his agency was based, moving to the new city of Musatafu. He came to see you from time to time but it seemed only when he was already there for a non you reason. There was always seemingly an event in town, a mission he was taking care of to help out another agency.

Regardless of your absent father you never let it get you down. Your father was All might! The coolest hero in the world, right? When you started primary school and made friends of course you would boast about who your father was! Though their sneers and jokes about how you lie started to tear at the fabric of your heart, you slowly began keeping that information to your self. Who cared anyway? Not like the man ever called or stopped in unless it was convenient to him.

In middle school a miracle occurred, you developed your mother's quirk suddenly. A late bloomer the doctor had said. Testing your limits they discovered it was an even stronger version of her own with the next generation. Energy Manipulation, a strong quirk.

The word had gotten to your father and it was as if a switch flipped. He was always calling, always stopping by. "Hey kid, want to come on patrol with me and see how heroes work?" Your hopes had never been higher! Until he didn't show... again. Villain attacked he had blamed.

It was about age fourteen when you finally had enough, he had shown up to drop off a gift. A gift you promptly smashed to the floor.

"Why are you here? You rarely call, you only show up when you FEEL like it! I'm sick of you only having time for me when it's good for you! I developed a quirk late and now suddenly you want to be my dad? Go be the symbol of peace. Why don't you tell everyone how you stepped on your FAMILY to do it?"

Your teeth were bared, nostrils flaring as your chest heaved at finally giving him the piece of mind he deserved. His eyes had widened and not a word was said. He simply turned and left, no phone calls, no surprise visits. He simply disappeared.

Years passed and you decided with great resolve you were going to become a great hero and if you ever had a family, they would be your priority. You were going to become a better hero than that man ever was! You aced your tests, got good grades and trained day in and out. Your mother helped with quirk control and when time was ready, you applied for UA.

The entrance exam was decent, your fingers stretching towards the machine and feeling the crackle of the electricity inside. Lifting the unit you smashed them into another, shorted out, smashed, tore apart until finally the buzzer rang out.

Your acceptance came a week later, so did the buzz about someone becoming a new teacher. The one and only All Might. The first couple weeks were rocky, but you proved to him and everyone you deserved to be where you were.

"Yagi!"

The voice tore you out of your thoughts, head turning to find a messy haired, green eyed boy standing with your fellow classmates of 1A. They all smiled as you stood before that stupid statue.

"Let's go! It's time to be heroes!"

Adjusting your hero gear, you took the hand of the boy who idolized your father more than anyone else. His fingers interlaced with yours as his bright smile earned one of your own in return. He may have your father's quirk, he may have thought your dad is the greatest guy since sliced bread.

He had watched since the day you joined his class in Aldera Middle, the bright girl who rose from the shadow and brought her own light to the world. Whose smile outshined any that the "Symbol of Peace" had to offer.

If someone were to ask him today, "Who was the greatest hero who ever lived?" He'd smile his own thousand watt smile and without any hesitation he would give one name.... Yours.

[thetreefairy]

please please can you do some more yandere dad bakugo when you get a chance 🥺

Gn!Reader

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, isolation used as a (past) punishment, swearing, mentions shouting, reader uses humor as a coping mechanisme as well as figure skating, kinda stockholm syndrome mainly just a crackfic. It's kinda shitty but something

Reader loves figure skating. Katsuki knows that, but he didn't expect Reader to break his rules to figure skate. Their punishment was over, isolation even from him. And the first thing they asked was: "When can I skate again?" and: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why the fuck are you like this?" Katsuki muttered as he watched his child dig into the dinnner he made for them. "Because you kidnapped me." Reader jokingly said.

"I DIDNT KIDNAP YOU! I ADOPTED YOU!"

"That's suspicious." Reader shot back with a mouth full. "My fucking god!" Katsuki dropped his head to the table. "I am still mad at you for that by the way."

"You brat, I gave you a good home! All the books you wanted and I homeschool you! What more could you want?!"

"To figure skate, have social interactions, you know."

"Fucking brat."

"Love you too, babes." When those words fell out of Reader's mouth they had instint regret due to the face Katsuki made "Say that again, but call me dad."

"No</3"

"Say it again if you ever want to skate again."

"Love you too, dad."