J♡ྀི

𐙚 Katsuki Bakugo

not because he owns me, but because he really knows me

cuddles and comfort

up on the roof with a school girl crush

you and i ended up in the same room at the same time

Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right

should've answered my texts

do you guys like my lipstick

and i've been meaning to tell you

"what's your favorite scary movie"

secret wife

everything has changed

dancing with our hands tied

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

false information

big fan

to live for the hope of it all

angel tree shopping

jumping to conclusions

stranded

cross your heart, won't tell no other

the bar is in hell

don't joke about all might

desk mate

fanboy

More than One ❀༉

what if i told you none of it was accidental - part 2

all might trading cards - part 2

i'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror - part 2

make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness - part 2

contact - part 2 - part 3 - extra

your highness - the lakes

smile your on camera - part 2

Drabbles/Blurbs⭑.ᐟ

"you ladies alright?"

"you grabbed the wrong lunch"

burgundy markings

YOU SOLD ME

church steppers

in paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams

i'll watch our life in pictures

hot and cold

coming out

he didn't choose the kpop life, the kpop life chose him

grease is the word

i can't help pay the mortgage

tolerate it

falling for you

take this for your safety

look at my new nails

mark me up

your favorite

SMAU ༯ᵎᵎ

texts with bf bakugo

Even before dating you knew his ambitions and goal towards being number one. This wasn't part of his plans, this wasn't even part of your plans. Your mind raced as you thought of his reaction, he was always level headed with you, but that can always change, especially when you break the news.

Would he break up with you? Shout and call you names, blame you for ruining his future?

No, he wasn't like that, hot tempered and a loud mouth sure but he wouldn't put the whole blame on you, it takes two to tango.

Bakugo could probably smell your fear, not even a second later your phone started ringing with texts from the man himself.

"we still on for tonight?"

"your room or mine?"

"I know you're scrolling, don't ignore me."

Oh how you wished you could be freely scrolling, laughing at minor problems in everyone else's lives. In reality you were seconds away from dropping out and moving to Germany. If you could get into one of the top hero schools, then you could find a way to change your name and go into hiding, never to be seen again.

Staring at your phone, you didn't realize you never answered. The recognizable pounding on your door made your spine shoot up. Bakugo didnt wait for a response before entering, his griping about not answering his texts going unanswered as he locked your door.

As he faced you, you looked back at him like a deer caught in headlights. Wide eyes, glistening with unshed tears, as your chest raised with stuttered breaths.

Anyone with brain cells could tell something was wrong. He walked towards you, wrapping his arm around you as he waited for you to speak. Like he usually did when you were having a break down, but this time was different.

You could barely look at him, scared what you'll see in his eyes. Scared that his unconditional love will turn to hatred when you break the truth to him.

So like the coward you are, you kept your head down when you finally confessed, "I'm pregnant."

You felt his arm stiffen in shock, "what did you say?" he murmured. You couldn't hold it in any longer, the tears started rolling as you sobbed out, "im so sorry, I didnt mean for this to happen."

You cried into your hands, waiting for him to get out and leave you. But the warmth engulfing you made you think otherwise. He cradled you in his arms, your head pushed into his neck as he held you.

Bakugo was in shock, not expecting to hear his girlfriend tell him she's pregnant for another five years. He shushed you, trying to comfort you in anyway he can while trying to process the words you just uttered to him.

"I understand if you want to break up." you muttered. He snapped out of his thoughts, looking down at you in confusion. "Break up? Why in the hell would I do that?" You burrowed deeper into him, holding onto any sliver of warmth you could, "Cuz it wasn't in your plan to be a teen dad and now your career of being a hero is ruined."

Bakugo slowly pulled you away, holding your chin to look up at him. Your tearful eyes and flushed face looking adorable to him even in this situation. "Baby, that is the stupidest this you've ever said, and you've said some awful stuff." You couldn't help but give a sad chuckle at his jab. "You're not getting rid of me, not now, not ever. This is my responsibility as much as it's yours and we'll go through this together."

You wiped your nose, sniffling "But what are we going to do?" Bakugo wiped your eyes, holding your face in his hand, "Whatever you want to do, I'm with you every step of the way."

You smiled at his words, grateful that he was so understanding. Throwing yourself around him in an embrace, you held him tight, basking in his grip as he hugged you in return.

"What are we going to tell your mother." You murmured in his ear.

The time together before the cameras started rolling was even worse. He fidgeted while waiting for you to answer the door. Your soft greeting and kind smile putting him in cardiac arrest, as you gestured him inside your home.

The place he saw only through his screen at home.

The equipment was already set up, just your laptop and tripod set to the side as you pulled out the ingredients. Chatting to him how you usually do your streams and what to expect while cooking.

You didn't know that he was already a master at everything you were saying. Of course he knew where you kept the flour and seasoning, you always pulled in out from the top shelf, the one just an inch to tall for you that you always struggled with.

Bakugo didn't talk much, other than the few short replies he'd make himself give when he realized he hasn't said anything in a while.

You didn't mind, talking enough for the two of you. Maybe he was like this behind the scenes and saved his explosive personality for the camera. You hoped he didn't feel uncomfortable, trying to be as welcoming as you can to a practical stranger in your home.

It wasn't long before the cameras started rolling and the cooking commenced. The both of you discussed what to cook before meeting and decided on fried chicken.

Easy, quick, and simple to make. At least you thought it was.

Somehow you were on frying duty. Your back turned towards the stream as Bakugo read chat out-loud to you. Some of his followers interacted and tried to get him to blow a fuse. Joking that he's only letting you do the work because he didn't know how to cook, or some misogynistic comment that he shut down, fast.

Thankfully things were going well. Anyone watching could tell you guys got along well for strangers. Some even speculating that you two knew each other before this.

You piped up from the stove for that one, commenting that you've seen a few of his streams before but usually keep to his YouTube videos.

Bakugo tried to hide his blush was a fake cough, turning his face into the crook of his arm as he walked off screen to calm down.

Maybe he shouldn't have, because not even a second later he heard you nervously yell his name.

You had a pan somehow on fire while you tried smacking it with a dish towel. Panicking as you looked from him to the stove. "Should I throw water on it?!" You yelled, the thought of stream leaving your mind.

Bakugo moved oddly fast for someone of his stature, grabbing the lid that laid by your laptop and slamming in down onto the pan. Making sure the fire fizzled out before throwing it in the sink.

Just when the two of you finally calmed your racing hearts. The smoke alarm decided to go off. Your pitiful attempts at waving the smoke away from it almost made Bakugo laugh, instead he grabbed the same towel you used on the fire to fan the alarm, shutting it up.

After a pregnant silence, you and Bakugo broke into laughter. Bodies keeled over, hands on your stomachs, trying not to snort as you tried to say something to the live audience.

You guys didn't know it yet, but chat was clipping this moment. No one's ever seen Bakugo full blown laugh before, of course he'd joke with his friends and give a chuckle here and there but a wheezing laughter caught on camera was unheard of.

"Do you think that soba restaurant still does takeout at this hour?" You finally breathed out, stomach hurting as you composed yourself.

Your breath hitched as you turned towards your guest, his face mid smile was gorgeous, his relaxed state and joyful expression showered him in some kind of glowing bubble.

You can feel your heart in your chest as you admired him, not realizing he was doing the exact same thing.

His glimmering gaze glued to you, taking your form in, happy to experience this moment with someone he always admired in secret.

The celebratory sound of someone subscribing broke both of you out of your trance. A small blush blooming across both of your faces, getting caught in the moment.

Trying to compose yourself and pretend like everything was okay, you stuttered out a thanks to your subscriber and busied yourself with reading the comments you missed.

Not realizing Bakugo was directly behind you, hovering over you as he read them with you. He snorted at one of the chats, commenting "he's standing over you like the grim reaper."

Confused, you slowly peaked behind you, screaming out loud when you saw his figure.

It was like the two of you couldn't stop laughing after that, your words bouncing off eachother and bonding through small topics that'd side track you.

The live went from cooking to chatting with friends, only ending when your doorbell rang, signaling the food arrived.

"Thank you guys for watching! I hope you enjoying our unsuccessful cooking stream with me as your host and special guest Bakugo! Maybe next time we'll put his cooking skills to the test and maybe not burn down my place in the making, see you next time!" You enthusiastically waved, nudging the blonde next to you to join in.

Reluctantly he rolled his eyes with a huff and gave a small wave before you cut the stream.

Collapsing down onto your cold counter, glad that you could take a breather.

You poked your head up when you heard shuffling of plates and silverware. Watching as your house guest set up your takeout, coming back to hand you your share before sitting down on the stool next to you.

You didn't think twice before shoveling the food in your mouth, moaning at the taste. Half way finished with your noodles your head shot up and locked on Bakugo.

He gave you a questionable side eye as he slurped his food. "How did you know where all my dishes were?" You questioned, only now realizing he didn't look through every cabinet to find them, only opening the correct two.

He choked on his soba, caught off guard by your question. "Uh, I remember you looking through them when you were looking for the ingredients." He stuttered out, trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't give him away.

You didn't need to know that he knew where you kept everything in your kitchen, or that he even commented a suggestion for the layout so it'd be easier for you to find things in.

You squinted your eyes, suspicious by his answer. Choosing to let it go for now, more worried about your need for food than something random like where you kept your kitchen supplies.

Now here you were sitting solemnly, as Bakugo left to get you two food. The slamming of trays on the table made you perk up, assuming it was him.

But to your horror it was all of his friends, too busy bickering to notice you sitting there. You prayed they wouldn't notice you at all, letting your self bask in silence.

Nothing ever goes your way, because the pink girl you remember as Mina made dead eye contact with you, freezing mid sentence. Her silence triggering the rest of the boys to finally notice you. The look of confusion and hesitance apparent on their faces.

Kirishima looked at you, then surveyed the room. "I'm sorry, did we accidentally pick the wrong table?" He questioned, even though he was sure this was the one he's been sitting at since first year.

"I- um... no this is your table." You quietly admitted, looking away from the group, your nerves at an all time high.

The group looked at eachother, silently communicating before Mina moved to sit next to you. "Well who cares whose table this is! You're welcome to sit with us anytime!" Her smile bright and inviting.

They all resuming their chattering, quickly turning to bombard you with questions. You sat there trying to get a word out, but they kept talking over each other.

You felt his warm presence before you heard him, "what are you idiots jabbering about now." Bakugo grunted, placing your food in front of you, sitting next to you soon after.

They didn't let that moment pass, registering Bakugo getting you food, something he refuses to do no matter how many times Denki begs. The space between you two was nonexistent.

Denki ever the brightest, thought this would be a perfect time to try and tease Bakugo into making a move. "So Bakugo, you just missed it but I just scored a date with that pretty girl sitting next to you." He grinned, thinking he won.

Your eyes flickered between the two of them, already knowing what's going to happen. Bakugo smirking as he traded some of his food for yours, "Oh really? Now tell me dunceface, why would my girlfriend go on a date with you.

"Because she-" Denki's jaw dropped, "DID YOU JUST SAY GIRLFRIEND!" All eyes turned towards you, their mouths wide enough to catch a fly.

You blushed under their gaze, your boyfriend smugly wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in. "Did I stutter."

Mina squealed out in joy, shaking you as Denki gave Sero a twenty, and Kirishima gave you two a congratulations.

Even though you'd rather be anywhere else, his friend's excitement brought a small smile to your face. Mina already naming off all the things you can do together, excited there is now another girl in the group.

---

Some from the class gave them odd looks others whispering, questioning what students from the hero course could want with the general studies kids.

Your classes student president finally approached them, to ask what they needed. The movement from your peripheral catching your attention. As you turned your head to look towards the door, the spies scattered like bugs.

Retreating before you caught them.

Saved by the bell, everyone crowded to leave giving them the perfect opportunity to run to the lunch room. Waiting to see you shuffle out of class.

They observed as you stood in line for lunch, taking in the food you picked and where you sat. All of them but Kirishima were surprised to see their dear classmate Momo sit with you, greeting you with a quick hug before making her way to her other friends.

You didn't seem saddened by her exit as you sat alone eating your lunch, the small smile on your face as you returned her affection and quick chatter showed that you were fine.

You were content in your own world as you scrolled on your phone in one hand and ate a sandwich in the other.

The groups attention diverting from you when a certain someone slammed their lunch tray on the table. "What are you losers looking at." Bakugo asked, not an ounce of care in his tone.

Bakugo's eyes followed back to where they were looking, ironically making eye contact as you looked up from your phone. The blush on your cheeks faint but he noticed, he always noticed.

Everyone stiffened up, realizing they were caught. Bakugo's glare meeting everyone's gaze, his fuse was about to blow any minute.

"Didn't I tell you dumbasses to leave her alone!" He yelled, his friends wincing back as he lectured them like kids. They all looked down at their food, ashamed that they couldn't follow a simple request from their friend.

"But-" "Zip it Dunceface." Bakugo silenced Kaminari, not wanting to hear his poor excuse. "Bakugo, we aren't trying to be rude. We just want to know who she is." "Yeah! I mean no offense but you knowing someone who isn't Midoriya or us is super surprising!" Mina piped up, her excitement clear in her voice.

Bakugo rubbed his face in exhaustion, knowing his friends won't leave him or you alone until they get an answer they're satisfied with. "Fine. Give me your questions. But you guys have to leave her alone." He pressed, trying to save you from this circus act.

Kaminari stood up, knowing he couldn't pass on this opportunity. "How do you know a pretty girl like her, I mean you're not the most approachable guy." He joked.

Bakugo could already feel the headache forming. "Back when we were kids, my mom forced me to talk to her." "So you're not her friend?" Sero questioned.

With a sigh Bakugo knew he'd have to recall the memory of meeting you.

"When we were five, my mom took me to the playground and none of my friends had showed up yet. My mom say her playing on the swings by herself and pushed me to talk to her, thinking she was lonely. Turns out that was the worse move because not even a second after I greeted her she took off running." Bakugo told the story with a certain look in his eye, a kind of soft reminiscent look.

"I didn't like that she ignored me, so I chased her around the playground until she finally stopped. She hid herself under the stairs hoping she could hide from me. But I followed her in. Her hair covered her face as she nervously asked what I wanted." Bakugo glanced in your direction as he talked, taking you in as he thought of smaller you.

"I followed her around after that, every time I saw her I'd force her to talk to me until she finally did it first. When I was waiting in line her class walked by mine and she gave me a small wave. Soon after our moms met during pick up and they became close. That's why my parents let her into my house last time. Everyone knows each other by now." Bakugo concluded, wrapping his story up once he caught a glimpse of his friend's intrigued faces.

Mina was squealing by the end of it. "Awww you guys were probably so adorable back then!" Kirishima was proud of his friend for being persistent, even if he didn't want to at first.

Sero and Denki were sitting, confused looks on their faces. "Wait, if she knew you for so long why did she get so shy when she came over." Sero asked.

Bakugi couldn't help but smirk, "She's always been shy, hates any amount of attention. Hell she was going to cry after I forced her into a corner when we first met." Bakugo fed off the image of your blushing face, every-time you talked to him even if it was for something small you always blushed around him.

The guys exchanged sly glances, a silent form of communication passing through them. Denki leaned forward, a mischievous look on his face. "So Bakugo, you wouldn't mind if I asked for her number right. I mean if bugging her worked for you, surely it could work for me."

Bakugo stiffened, the thought of Denki even trying to make a pass at you made him want to vomit on the table.

Without thinking he threw himself across the table, gripping Denki's shirt. "I won't hesitate to make sure you never recover, if I even hear about you trying to talk to her I'll kill you." Bakugo released his hold on Denki before stomping off.

After the last bell of the day, you raced to catch up to the hot headed blonde walking home. Heaving, out of breath as you tried to keep pace with him.

Bakugo silently slowing his steps, so you didn't have to struggle. "What do you want."

Your face flushed, huffing out an answer. "Mom wanted you to come over for dinner tonight." Bakugo nodded, ruffling your hair as he wrapped his arm around you. Your face heating up as he dragged you to the direction of your home.

"I'm home!" You yelled out, the both of you taking off your shoes at the entrance. No response came as you and Bakugo walked further into your house.

Your mom must've been out getting dinner. Leaving you and him alone together. Trying to shake off the thoughts going through your head, you followed Bakugo to your room.

He flopped down on your bed, making himself comfortable. He listened as you shuffled around your room, knowing you were prolonging having to sit down next to him.

Once he heard your steps close to the bed, he shot his arm out, grabbing you by surprise and dragging you down with him.

A squeak leaving your throat.

"Quit moving already and relax." He stated, voice muffled as he burrowed himself in your hair. Your body slowly relaxing in his grip.

You two enjoyed the comfortable silence, you thought Bakugo had fallen asleep until he spoke out.

"You know my friends from before?" You nodded, content in his arms. "Well one of them tried asking me if they could take you out." Bakugo's tone gave away nothing as he told you what happened at lunch.

Your palms getting sweaty with the thought of his friends watching you at lunch. "Well... what did you tell him?" You asked, hoping he didn't give his friend the green light.

Years of friendship with Bakugo and the small suggestive comments he made everytime you talked had you hoping he said no. But this was Bakugo, maybe he didn't care and told him to go for it.

You prayed he didn't.

Bakugo turned towards you, your faces just inches apart. "I told him to back off obviously, why would I let that idiot anywhere near what's mine."

Your eyes widened at his confession, "Yours?" You watched as Bakugo's expression shifted, that know at all smile taking over his features.

"I mean... if you want to be mine that is?"

Your breath hitched, his confession catching you by surprise.

The only other friend you've had since training wheels, the boy that forced you into a life long friendship, the same boy that had you blushing just by being near you.

He just asked you to be his.

With a bright smile, you enthusiastically nodded your head, whispering yes over and over again. Bakugo pulled you on top of him, holding you tight as you agreed to go out with him.

Years of pining finally paid off.

The both of your smiles gleamed back at each other, falling into silence. Realizing your position over him, and no one else home, the mood caught up to you.

Gazing into each others eyes for the first time as a couple, Bakugo slowly started to lean in, your eyes closing on instinct.

You could feel his breath just inches away from you, waiting for his lips to meet yours.

Until the bang of the front door had you pulling apart in surprise. "Honey, come help me with the groceries!" Your mother called from the entrance.

Breaking the romantic bubble you two were in. Your head fell onto Bakugo's chest, a groan of annoyance leaving your lips.

Your boyfriend breaking into laughter at your mother's timing. "Come on, let's go help." He ushered you up, his smile never leaving his face as he dragged you away.

---

Mitsuki didn't realize anyone else was coming over, but was pleasantly surprised when she answered the door.

"Oh honey it's you!" Her smile bright as she greeted you standing outside on her porch.

You gave her a shy smile, twiddling your hands as you fidgeted under her gaze. Even though you knew her your whole life she still made you nervous whenever you ran into her. Her similar features to Bakugo didn't help either.

"Hi ma'am, I just came to give Katsuki back his manga I borrowed." Your hands delicately held the book out to her.

"What did I say about calling me that ma'am crap," she shook her head, teasing you. "Katsuki's in his room, just go up and give it to him." She said, pushing you into her home.

You dreaded this, you just wanted to return his book and go back home to your bed, but alas Mitsuki was always so friendly.

With a small smile you headed upstairs to his room. The same room you've seen countless times, witnessing the progression of All Might decor to now band posters and study books.

The hall as silent as always, since the Bakugo's had his room soundproof from all his yelling. With a light hand you gave the door three quick taps, waiting for him to respond.

Nothing, with a deep sigh you hesitantly opened his door. "Hey Katsuki I came-" you froze mid step, what usually greeted you was Bakugo laying in his bed or studying at his desk, but right now multiple heads were turned towards you. It was like a stand off, no one moving and the silence was deafening.

Bakugo clicked his tongue, "What are you dumbasses looking at, get back to playing before you lose!" Pushing himself off the floor he made his way towards you.

You were tripping over your own words trying to explain your sudden visit, "I'm so sorry, your mom sent me up here-" "Cool it, I'm not upset. Now what were you saying before those losers made you freeze up like a statue." Bakugo pressed, blocking his friends from your view so you don't get overwhelmed.

"Oh um, I came to return your manga." You held the book out towards him. He grabbed it, your finger tips grazing, causing you to pull back. The blush on your face more prominent than usual.

Bakugo got a kick out of your reactions, since you guys were young he loved the blush that would bloom on your face when he would tease you.

He quickly retreated back in his room, before reappearing before you with the next volume in his hand. "Here, give it back whenever." Placing the book in your grip, making sure to wait a couple seconds before pulling away.

With a quick nod you clutched the book to your chest, hoping to be free to go home. "I'll see you later, kay?" With a smirk he waited for your response. You mumbled out a small agreement before booking it down the hall and gone from his sights.

The smirk never leaving his lips as he watched you retreat. Turning around like nothing happened he went back to his bed, shoving Denki down to his old spot on the floor.

Denki didn't mind as much, since he was more focused on grilling Bakugo for answers. "So who was the pretty girl just now?" "No one you need to know." Bakugo grunted, attention focused on his phone.

"Wasn't she the girl that you waved to that one day, when we were switching classes?" Kirishima piped in, remembering the small interaction from last week.

Bakugo's head snapped up, his gaze sharp. "Yes, and you guys will do your best to leave her alone at school if you know what's good for you." His threat serious, bringing a cold chill over the room.

With that no one said another word about you, choosing to keep the peace and enjoy the rest of their day hanging out in his room.

---

Standing tall was the scarred, loud mouth, blonde that your son would see on tv sometimes, and heard when his mom was on the phone.

Starring back at Bakugo was a small boy, only three apples tall with the cutest expression as he opened the door.

"Hello mister!" Said your son, not an once of danger in his head.

"Hey kid, hasn't your mom ever told you not to open the door for strangers?" Asked Bakugo, his hero mind questioning if your son knew about stranger danger.

"Oh yeah...Mom a boy is here!" Your son yelled. Bakugo could hear your hurried footsteps rush down the hall before you came into view. Even when you were relaxed and wearing lounge clothes, he saw you as a picture of perfection.

Your boy rushed off not a moment later, wanting to go back to playing with his toys. You greeted Bakugo with an excited smile as you rushed to hug him. He returned it, adjusting his grip to make sure the flowers didn't get crushed as he held you.

After a couple of seconds you ushered him in, directing him towards the couch as you went off to find a vase for the flowers.

Your son was playing with his action figures, a little model of the city scattered around the floor. Bakugo recognized the hero and villain voice lines as he got closer, a reenactment from the recent hero movie that just got released.

He couldn't even sit on the couch before your son spotted him and dragged him to the floor, shoving the villain toy in his hand.

"You're the villain and I'm the hero, got it!" Said your son, he wasn't shy and if his mom knew this blonde haired man then obviously he's isn't a stranger.

"But what if I want to play as the hero?" Questioned Bakugo, even as pretend he strived to be a hero. "No! I'm gonna be a hero, just like my favorite person in the whole world!" Your son stated, enthusiasm heavy in his tone. "Oh yeah, and who would that be?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear who this little boy looked up too.

"Obviously the number one hero Deku!" He exclaimed.

The silence was loud.

Bakugo could feel the record scratch that just went off in his head. Trying to save face he asked him, "What about the awesome Dynamight, he's way cooler than Deku." He pressed, pulling his hero plush out from behind him.

Your son looked at the plush, staring at it in silence before he got up and ran to his room. Bakugo was stunned, but not even a second later the pattering of feet could be heard and your son came back. In his hands was the limited edition Deku plushy, "You can keep that one mister, I have my own that my mom got me!" He exclaimed.

Bakugo was to shocked to speak, how could you never tell him your son was a Deku fanboy. He felt like he was just stabbed through the heart and betrayed by his kingdom.

The small child didn't notice Bakugo's change in demeanor and happily continued playing with his toys. While Bakugo was sitting in silence rethinking all his life choices that led up to this moment.

You called both of your boys into the kitchen to eat, your son blasting off once he heard food was ready while your boyfriend slowly trudged after him.

As all of you settled down to eat, your boy started blabbering questions to Bakugo. Nothing was off the table, from his favorite color, to if he loved his mommy. That question had you choking on your food as you tried to hide your flustered expression.

Bakugo surprisingly answered all his questions honestly and with the tone suited for talking to a child, still a little gruff but at least he wasn't shouting. You were happy seeing your boys getting along, even though you knew they would get along you were still nervous.

Caught up in your feelings, you didn't hear your son asking you something. "Mom did you know mister likes heroes too!" He gushed. You couldn't help but smirk hearing that, giving your boyfriend the side eye. "Can I show him my Deku collection? Please mom!" Your son pressed.

"Collection?" Bakugo questioned, his face had a look of confusion as he glanced between you and the boy.

You nodded to your son before he was out of his chair and dragging Bakugo by his finger towards his room. You silently followed them, as you waiting for your boyfriend's reaction to the grand reveal.

Your son's door opened and Bakugo stopped in his tracks and he took in the room.

Everything was Deku themed.

From the bedsheets to the furniture, the decorations on the walls and on his desk, all he saw was Midoriyas face.

The closest door was cracked open and inside he saw a Deku's hero costume as a onesie. The same kind that he and Midoriya wore when they were children.

He looked at you, staring into your eyes with the look of betrayal written on his face. You couldn't help but snicker at his expression. Enjoying his misery as your son showed him around his room and talked about all his decorations in great detail.

Funnily enough Bakugo gave your son more information about Deku that wasn't even public knowledge and told him only a real fan would know that stuff. Your son's eyes twinkled as he hung on to your boyfriends every word, his view of him was of an angel when Bakugo promised to bring him a rare collectors card next time he came over.

The three of you had a great time and Bakugo only left just after your son fell asleep. As you walked him to the door he couldn't help but give you a pointed look. "You set me up." He stated, grabbing you close. "I don't know what you're talking about.?" You feigned ignorance, trying to look as innocent as possible. Bakugo just huffed, shaking his head lightly as he gave you a goodbye kiss.

On his ride in the elevator he whipped out his phone to send a quick text. "You better be at my place with your card collection by the time I get home."