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Your mood had been down a bit in the morning since it was raining, but hearing your family and friends talking happily, not minding the rain at all, did improve your mood. Glancing around, you eyes landed on Bakugou's mother, a bit further away from everyone. She was lost in her own thoughts, a serene smile gracing her lips as she absentmindedly toyed with the end of her umbrella. Your expression softening at that, seeing the fierce mother all calm and happy. Probably thinking of her son's journey along with all the memories with Katsuki since he was little and how far he has come now.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you, your eyes getting glassy with he though of how time has passed. Even though Bakugou's mother had been fierce and would bicker with his son constantly, she was a pillar of support throughout your and his relationship, always there with words of encouragement and a caring presence, along side with his father Masaru. You knew the Bakugou family care and love each other dearly. Seeing her lost in reflection, with a soft smile etched upon her face, filled your heart with a deep appreciation for the love and acceptance you had received from Bakugou's family. You had been nervous when you had to meet them for the first time.

Your attention shifted to your friends and your own family members, who were waiting nearby, engaged in lively conversations. Laughter and warm exchanges filled the air as their loved ones shared anecdotes and cherished the moment together, even though it was raining. Bakugou had told you in the morning that even with rain it had something unique in itself adding it's own little beauty to this moment.

In that moment, your gaze met Bakugou's, and a shared understanding passed between you two. Meanwhile, your friends were capturing the essence of the day, eagerly snapping pictures to immortalize the precious moments not minding the rain at all. Their cameras clicked, freezing fragments of happiness and love in time. The rain continued to patter overhead, you felt a gentle squeeze of Bakugou's hand. Your eyes meet his vermilion eyes, a smile on your lips.

It took him a while to muster the courage to express the doubts and fears he kept hidden, especially considering he was an only child, who in his mind, is tasked with carrying on the family legacy. He feared disappointing his parents if he didn't give his utmost best, there was no one else besides him who represented his family. Though he knew his parents loved and supported him, he couldn't shake the crippling doubt that they would be disappointed if he didn't achieve the best and gave his best. As their sole child, Katsuki couldn't settle for being merely good; he had to be the absolute best, at least in his own mind.

He set extremly high goals and expectations for himself, leaving no room for losses or mistakes, as any misstep would brand him a failure. It became your responsibility to remind him, particularly at night when you both laid on your shared bed, that he was enough. You reassured him that he was doing his best, that he was the best for you, his parents, his friends and everyone else who loved him and that he was allowed to make mistakes, after all he was a human just like anyone else. You reminded him to give himself the permission to take a break and to slow down.

You ran your hand through his blonde hair as you made sure he understood that his parents loved him unconditionally and harbored no disappointment towards him. As his wife you diligently collected the scattered fragments of Katsuki's thoughts, delicately easing his doubts and fears providing him a moment of solace, if only for a while until the next challenge comes his way. As night fell, you planted gentle kisses on his forehead and embraced him tightly, offering him the comfort he desperately needed.

After awhile you settled down in the attic, leaning against the wall. The attics mostly filled with unused furnitures and decorations covered by coverings to prevent it from dusting. Feeling overwhelmed by the bad news, you clutched the flashlight tightly, which you found in this attic, and played with it as your tears were threatening to spill.

You could hear the dull sounds coming from below, reminding you that you should be partying along with your friends. The room you were in is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft click and the hum of the flashlight, whenever you turned it on and then off.

Suddenly, the door creaks open and Bakugou appears, standing at the doorway. His usually stern expression softened by concern. You didn't bother to look up and see who it was as you were trying to distract yourself by playing with the flashlight to not cry.

The dark attic was filled with footsteps as Bakugou takes a few slow steps towards you and sat down besides you quietly, uncertainty evident in his eyes as he looks at you. The room, filled with the click sound, got illuminated by the flashlight once again, before it got turned off. His eye lids dropping down to your hand playing with the flashlight and not saying anything to him at all. Despite not being one for hugs or openly showing affection, Bakugou senses your distress and knows that words alone won't be enough.

Click, the flashlight illuminates the attic again. With out a word, he reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. Your body tenses up at the pull. For a moment, time stands still as you feel the strength and warmth of Bakugou's arms around you. Your arms now hanging limply besides you, holding the flashlight tightly as you had a blank expression, staring at the ground that was illuminated by the flashlight.

It's an unexpected gesture, one that speaks volumes about his care and support. On other days you would have been stubborn and fight it off, but at the moment you had no strength to fight him off. You can sense the genuine concern in his hold, as if he's trying to convey through the hug that you're not alone in this difficult moment. You weakly hit his shoulder with the flashlight before burying your face onto his shoulder.

Bakugou Katsuki, a 25 year old Pro Hero with a fiery personality, was comfortably settled in his first-class seat on the plane as more people started to board in and go to their assigned seats. Bakugou paid no attention to the others, as he had put headphones over his ears to listen to the song Jirou had recommended while looking outside the plane window. His frequent missions to different countries meant he was no stranger to the luxury of first class, with much needed legroom for a long flight to [your home country].

It's the hottest summer day of the year. The sun beat down on the bustling city streets as Bakugou Katsuki stood outside, engrossed in a conversation with his friend since high school Kirishima. probably speaking about following steps about a coming up mission, his voice filled with conviction. But then, something caught his attention.

His daughter, snugly nestled in the baby strap in front of him, stared up at him with wide, adoring eyes. As if he was the only Hero for her. Her head covered by the hood of her father's jacket, obviously way too big for her, her whole body hidden beneath it, shielding her from the heat of the sun and the prying eyes of the paparazzi. Realizing her gaze, Bakugou's expression softened.

With her face now hidden from view, Bakugou's daughter continued to gaze up at him, her admiration and love unwavering. The sight filled Bakugou's heart with warmth, momentarily distracting him from his conversation. He couldn't help but smile, his eyes sparkling with love and pride as he locked eyes with his precious child.

In that moment, the noise of the city faded into the background, and it was just the two of them, connected by an unspoken bond. Bakugou's words trailed off as he focused solely on his daughter, his voice replaced by a tender silence that spoke volumes.

The world may have been bustling around them, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was a snapshot of pure love and protection, a testament to the lengths a father would go to shield his child from harm. And as Bakugou and his daughter stood there, their hearts intertwined, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the beauty of their bond.

Leaning down, Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You're gonna be strong, just like your old man," he whispered, his voice filled with determination and encouragement. The bond between father and daughter growing stronger, an unbreakable connection between them by love and admiration.

Only for the moment to be cut short as his best friend had his phone pointed at him and taken - more than one - picture, probably sending the 17 pictures he took to you. Bakugou scowled at Kirishima before walking away, knowing that his friends was going to follow him.

In Manga 257, where Shoto chopped the chives poorly and says to him your sister would cry if she saw this?

In Japanese both in the manga panel and on the anime he added the honorific "-chan" at the end.

While Shoto refers to Fuyumi with the honorific "-san" in the end.

Don't tell me Bakugou doesn't look up at Fuyumi and lowkey sees her as a big sister

Taking his shoes off, he makes his way towards the said room, seeing the TV turned on, reporters breaking some news. He carefully approaches the couch, his steps light and cautious, there he finds his wife, curled protectively around their little baby on the couch, fast asleep. The soft glow of the TV illuminates your and the baby's face.

The baby, wide awake and alert, turns his head towards the sound of his father's footsteps. Bakugou's heart swells with love and pride as he gazes at the precious sight before him. With a gentle touch, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "Hey brat, were you waiting for me?" He whispered, not wanting to disturb your slumber.

Bakugou kisses his kid's head muttering he shouldn't cry and that they were going to do lot's of video-calls so that they could talk. Obviously it was hurting him seeing his baby crying, not wanting to say goodbye to dad. As the line was continuing to move forward he gave his kid another kiss before standing up and pulling you into a hug and kissing you temple, muttering to be safe and text him when you guys landed.