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His stupid, wide-eyed baby mama was petty. And that was to put it plainly. Katsuki was realizing this about her the hard way. Sure, he has overheard her conversation with Mina over lunch before. Something to do with her actively correcting someone over and over again, cause they had managed to piss her off, but this? This was beyond him. Was she really choosing to sit out of lunch only to avoid him? And what irked him wasn't just that he was being ignored; he despised that bit just as much, but he couldn't understand how incredibly reckless she could be when it came to being petty.
She was pregnant for fuck's sake. That damn Bambi had no care in the world when it came to being pregnant, huh? Katsuki had no clue how any of that pregnancy stuff worked, but he knew enough to know she should be eating for herself at least, if not for two. To say that the baby hasn't been on his mind either would be a lie. He couldn't help but let his mind wander sometimes.
Standing under the warm stream of the shower, far too early to be awake, he would find his thoughts drifting. He was too young to be a dad. Surely, she wouldn't keep the baby, right? Heck, she had dreamed of being a hero forever, too. But, if she does keep it? He couldn't keep his head from wandering any longer as he slapped his cheeks roughly, trudging out of the shower.
Or, the time when he lies in the very bed that he made her pregnant in. He couldn't erase the memories that lay stitched into the very fabric of his sheets. Maybe if he took a long sniff, he could still imagine the scent of her on her pillow. He despised that baby, actually. He did. If it wasn't for that baby, he wouldn't have walked out that night when she told him. Then she would probably still be around, hovering around his All might figurines, arranging them in her presence.
He didn't miss you. He couldn't. He didn't deserve it. Katsuki was plenty self-aware to realize how deeply he had fucked, but he couldn't help but notice all the spaces that she left behind empty, as she slowly but surely slipped out of his orbit.
At the end of the day, he was still Katsuki; he glared and frowned. Slamming doors too hard, training a bit too long. Because anger was easy. Being angry came easily to him, easier than walking up to the table she sat at, away from his and her friends. Tucked between Deku and Uraraka, like she needed to be hidden away.
Petty is what she is; that's why she wouldn't look at him, right? When he wants so desperately for her to look at him and see through his facade as she always did. He wanted you around! Just not the baby. Was she so petty that she wouldn't talk to him? Withhold her words, because she knew her anger would ease the storm in his heart. Fuck, he needed that! For her to follow him, throw hands, shove his chest, and yell in his face for getting her pregnant. But he got none of that. She was so petty. Wasn't she?
But so was Katsuki. Heck, he was stubborn enough to bring the whole world down at his anger, so what did he do, watching her skip her meal?
“The hell’s your deal, huh?” He said, slamming a lunch tray filled with as much food as he could stuff on there. Shoving Deku to the side, sliding into the seat himself.
“If you’re pissed, then swing already! Quit sulkin’ like a damn kid!”
He huffs, catching himself before he lets his concern slip through the cracks. Watching those big, glassy eyes finally looking at him in the eyes, Katsuki’s shoulders couldn’t help but relax just a little, the tension seeping through his fingertips. Leaving him to wipe his sweaty palms on his pants, he swatted quietly, shoulders pressing against hers, all the while he looked away from her, straight ahead.
“Stop starin’ and start chewin’, or I’ll do it for you, got it?!”
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Maybe it had been a week or two? Katsuki couldn’t remember too well. Going through his day, only a ghost of himself, his usual crabby personality sharp enough to cut through even the thickest-skinned idiots around him. No one could have guessed why, not Deku. Or even Kirishima, who for the first time in a long, long while found himself walking on eggshells around the explosive boy. Kirishima couldn’t know for sure what went down for Katsuki’s usual ill temper to become even worse, like a bubbling pot of the most vicious acid, burning through the very vessel that usually held it together.
Katsuki’s usual catty behaviour bled into what seemed like a rabid, unadulterated rage. Every breath he took seemed only to fuel the raging fire that burned in his chest. Maybe, he preferred it that way. He knew he deserved it, for the fire in his chest to consume him whole. When she looked away from him, he lashed out at Deku without thinking—subconsciously seeking out her reaction in the midst of his anger. Each time, he met her round eyes, glassy and polished, devoid of any life. They were like a dead horizon—no light, no warmth, just the stillness before something breaks.
But Katsuki knew her just as well as she knew him. She was upset; that was an understatement to the storm of emotions she felt, but he knew. Her chest burned with something she couldn’t name fast enough—anger, maybe. No, hurt. No, all of it, stirring together. Her hands curled so tight her nails bit into her palms, and even that wasn’t enough to ground her. Her jaw ached from clenching too hard, teeth grinding like they were trying to chew through the words she couldn’t spit out without screaming. Her eyes shimmered, not with softness but with heat, wet with the betrayal of tears she refused to let fall. Every breath was sharp, too sharp, like breathing knives. She wasn’t just angry. She wasn’t just upset. She was wrecked—a storm clawing to get out of her skin.
Katsuki knew he ruined something precious when he walked out that door and stayed away for days, waiting until he deemed it safe to return, just to avoid facing her. He knew he could talk to her; he should. But no words were right. Katsuki wasn’t one for emotions or conversations. Usually, he left it to her to read him, like the mind reader he teased her to be. She unraveled him, one page at a time, as if he were her favorite book—one she held close to her chest, tracing the spine with her delicate, manicured nails, smoothing out the crushed pages to savor every moment.
They weren’t anything. Nothing that Katsuki had a name for. A friend, if he dared to label it. But clearly, friends didn’t sleep together, not just stopping at that, he got her pregnant for fuck’s sake. He screwed up royally.
He remembers that night vividly, their first night at the UA dorms. Shaken up from Katsuki’s kidnapping, she found herself outside his dorm. Knuckles hovering over the heavy wooden door with hesitance, he could have sensed her miles away on her. Just her shadow blocking the little light leak under the door was enough to earn a sharp growl, thick with impatience, as he stomped over, pulled the door open.
She looked beautiful, something he wouldn’t notice until much later that night. Seeing her in those god awful cutesy pajamas, only a single thought crossed his mind,
‘Tch. Am I even surprised? Of course you’d show up lookin’ like that.’
The intimacy of seeing her like that—in her pajamas, her hair let down, reading glasses perched on her nose—was not lost on him. She seemed out of place as she stepped into his room, taking in his little haven he had refused to let any of their classmates see. The room was a shrine to his favorite pro-hero, with dark sheets and blackout curtains—everything undeniably his style. Her clothes felt too bright for the darkness. Sensing her discomfort, Katsuki quickly pulled out a chair for her at his desk, then sank onto his bed to put her at ease.
“Don’t get too comfy. Wide-eyed idiot. What d’you need?”
He didn’t know why he let her in, or even noticed the tension in her shoulder, like the world wore her down. Was she easy to read, or was it the countless school lunches they shared, sitting across from each other, but he was in tune with her body language. Even as she sat there in his chair, her shoulders curled, head slung down, busy picking on the skin around her nails like she would rather his room’s darkness swallow her whole than open her mouth and speak.
“The-... I’m glad you’re back here safe. Not that I was worried!- I was..but not cause I didn’t think you’re strong enough”
Her words spilled, like she had held onto the time for all of the time he spent in the hands of the villains. Uncontrolled, rampant, and hurried. In the way she felt the need to sit on her hands to keep them from flying everything. Perhaps it was the fear, the fear of losing him again, the fear of his kidnapping, or even the fear of running out of time; it didn’t matter in that moment. All that mattered was that her friend was here, safe and sound.
“Oi, quit talkin’ like I was gonna die or somethin’. I told you I’m not some weak damn extra.”
Katsuki broke her train of thought, crashing through it, ramming straight into its side, much like his actions. He couldn’t reason it, nor make excuses. But he was up on his feet, grabbing her hand, pulling her into his chest. Holding her rigid body against his to let her cry into the safety of his body, shielding her from the world. Maybe he needed it more than she did that day. Her arms around him, hands curled into his shirt, grounding him. It was over. And for once, he felt that. He believed it. He was safe and sound. When he did pull away, his arms dropped to his side awkwardly, nudging her head away gently.
“Oi… enough with the waterworks, Bambi. I’m here, ain’t I? I’m the greatest damn hero? I wasn’t goin’ anywhere.”
Watching her crack a smile eased his vulnerable heart, fire giving way to something softer, something terrifyingly calm. He couldn’t understand why, but he didn’t ponder too long, letting her climb into his bed, steal his pillow. Plopping beside her, he allowed her to talk his ear off that night. Unknowingly bared his heart open for her that night. Just to fill the eerie, unnerving silence, he said to himself, letting her ramble fill the air, stitching them a blanket with her words alone, weighing down on their fears and worries. Just this once.
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Her doe-eyed stare clung to him, pleading without a word as he shifted on his feet. Nothing. No flicker of emotion, no crack in the armor, just silence that roared louder than any curse. Katsuki rose slowly, every muscle wound tight, his jaw locked like he was holding back an explosion. In his fist, the test burning him, branding him—but he didn’t let go as if to punish himself.
Chapter 1: Bambi
Chapter 2: Catty
Chapter 3 : (coming soon)
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Katsuki never saw it coming. How the hell could he? His entire life had been a straight shot toward one thing, one goddamn thing: being the greatest hero alive. That was it. That was all that mattered. And for the longest time, it worked. He shut everything else out. Friendship. Romance. All that soft shit. None of it had a place in his world. He didn’t need it. He didn’t want it. People came and went like shadows in his periphery, and he never once slowed down to look. Never cared. Never let himself care.
When he came to UA, however, things changed. Only slightly, though, as much as he would allow. He found ‘friends’, not by choice, of course. He would never actively look out for friends. But the UA idiots maneuvered a way into his life, much to his resistance. Even though he would never call them friends, Katsuki realized what it was: a friendship.
One of these U.A. idiots was her. And Katsuki would blow his own face off before admitting it, but she was the closest he’d ever been to anyone. Not Deku, not Shitty Hair; her. The only one he ever let the facade slip around, even if just a little. Izuku knew Bakugo too well to miss the signs, but that was all guesswork; Katsuki would never hand him his emotions. Kirishima? He was as close to an equal as anyone could get, someone Katsuki could respect. But trust him with what really mattered? No. That was different. She was different. She’d managed to earn something no one else had.
Katsuki couldn’t remember exactly when this happened. They never got along at the start of his first year at UA. He remembered too well how her doe eyes would narrow in disgust or disapproval whenever he snapped at Deku. She was never subtle about her dislike for his ways. She would roll her eyes every time he insulted a classmate or frown at him the time he nearly hurt Izuku during hero training by using his gauntlet. She did not come to talk to him that day. However, she did pass by when he left UA campus, eyes glazed with unshed tears.
She saw him as a human that day, not just a walking time bomb. He was a boy underneath the facade of being strong, independent, and an aspiring hero. Katsuki didn’t realize it right away—the way her eyes softened just a little when she looked at him the next day. It wasn’t sympathy. It wasn’t exactly soft either, just no longer cruel. Her judgment had faded. Now, her eye rolls came not from disgust but from genuine amusement.
She did maneuver into his life, just as the rest of the ‘baku-squad’ did. Not as loudly as the rest, instead slowly creeping her way into his day. Tagging along with the pink-skinned girl who navigated her way to the same table as the two blondes and Mina’s favourite redhead. Katsuki raised an eyebrow that day, watching her take a seat across from him, like she wasn’t the same person he barked at a couple of times before, threatening to claw out her beady eyes for villifying him just by her gaze alone.
“The hell are you doing here, Bambi?! You stalking me now or what?!”
“Oh, so you do notice when I’m around. How sweet.”
She never did shy away from his insults, biting back with smart replies from the top of her head like she never had to think to outsmart him. Much to Katsuki’s chagrin, she never took him too seriously. Maybe that’s why he gravitated towards her the way he had. He gauged he always did prefer her over the rest of the loud lot. She liked it better to stand back and watch the chaos anyway, never being the one to start it.
But even as much as he knew, hell, he liked her more than the rest of the damn class, maybe more than anyone in the world; he never saw this coming. Not this. Not a fucking positive pregnancy test burning in his palm like a live bomb, while she sat on his bed, shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands. And him? He just stared. Blank. Like if he looked hard enough, the result would change. He liked her. More than anyone else. But not enough for this. Not now. Not when they were barely into their second year, not when everything he’d built was supposed to stay in control. Her sobs gutted him, each one cutting deeper, screaming at him to do something, to say something. Anything. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came. Nothing but the hollow ring of silence swallowing them both whole.
‘Say something, anything!’
Her doe-eyed stare clung to him, pleading without a word as he shifted on his feet. Nothing. No flicker of emotion, no crack in the armor, just silence that roared louder than any curse. Katsuki rose slowly, every muscle wound tight, his jaw locked like he was holding back an explosion. In his fist, the test burning him, branding him—but he didn’t let go as if to punish himself. He met her eyes, and for one breath, she thought he might say something. Anything. Then came the sound, soft, merciless, as plastic hit the bottom of the trash can. The sole proof of his mistake. Gone. And without another glance, he walked out, boots dragging across the floor, leaving the door yawning open and her world caving in.
This time, he swore he wouldn’t let her in. No. Not again. He had a goal; hell, a destiny etched into his bones, and there was no room for weakness. No room for mistakes. That’s what this was, right? Just another slip-up. Just like all the other times he’d cracked, let her slip past his walls, see pieces of him no one else ever did. Pieces that should’ve stayed buried. His fists curled so tight his nails carved crescents into his palms, the sting biting harder without the test to ground him. He told himself he’d be fine. He had to be. And she would be too. She had to be. Because if he let himself believe otherwise, if he let himself care too much, then everything he’d built, everything he was, would shatter. And he couldn’t let that happen. Not for her. Not for anyone.
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Katsuki struggled with emotions. The big ego he had spent all his childhood catering to hardly left any room for other emotions. His self-absorbed tendencies shooed away any contact he could have with other emotions. But of course, he wasn't one-dimensional. He had his anxieties, fears, and doubts. His massive ego had been torn down painfully slowly ever since he entered UA, leaving a gaping void for more emotions to fill.
And fill, they did. Katsuki caught himself in a whirlwind of romance, falling for the class's quiet girl. Although he quickly realized she was anything but she was comfortable. A couple of months into their successful, first relationship for him, he learned something he didn't know about himself yet.
Katsuki didn't know how to separate his anger from his concerns. Given how he had lucked out loving a girl he deemed the most reckless as it gets; he had a lot of experience to back his new learning. That girl, he swore would make his heart race at a pace he was sure wasn't healthy with fury, of course. Catching her multiple times in situations that convinced him that his dearest had the survival instinct of a dumb puppy, needing to be rescued multiple times.
To add to it, Katsuki was anything but gentle, so when Katsuki returns from his morning training, three hours after he texted his girlfriend, a 'get your ass up, brat. It's the morning', and still no reply, he storms straight for her dorm. Knocking on his door with the most controlled knocks he could gather but shuffling the door knob aggressively.
"Open up brat!"
Katsuki knew his girlfriend had never slept in, not since he started dating her. She's always been an annoying early bird, pampering herself with a slow morning to prepare for the day. Although Katsuki would always grunt at the idea, he couldn't help but worry when the pattern broke.
A hundred thousand thoughts ran through him, all within the time of her opening her door, 'Is she sick?' , 'Is it her period?' , 'Was she drinking the night before?', 'Why wouldn't she tell me to drink with her?'.
Before his thoughts could consume her however the door opened, leaving him face to face with his idiotically sleepy girlfriend. Fighting the urge to both bite her puffy cheek or blow a nice little explosion in her face, he grabs her to his chest instead, a firm hold on her jaw - demanding, not gentle.
"The fuck is wrong with you, huh? Are you trying to test me here"
He growls softly, the best he can while looking at the adorable little face of his girlfriend, smushed into his chest. His eyes darted everywhere on her to ensure her safety.
"No text for three hours! You couldn't have texted me?!"
His scolding died on his tongue however when she drawled a quiet 'I love you'. And he knew he did too, of course, he did, or else he would stand at her door, cradling her to his chest, all because she was three hours too late to reply.
He did learn a little more about himself that day. The anger that he learned to hate himself for, he didn't hate it all that much when it reminded him of the love he held.
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bakugou w a nonchalant reader and whenever he gets angry she softly pinches his cheek
Bakugou couldn't stand it. 'It' being his stupid, insufferable girlfriend, who could never seem to take him seriously. Oh, and he would try so hard. So damn! His eyebrows disappearing into his hairline, his nose flared as if he was a dragon breathing fire. And usually, it worked! It worked so well! He could intimidate just about anyone with his anger. All except his stupid girlfriend. She would probably place her hand in a barking dog's mouth—that's how little she cares. Maybe that was the reason she was able to stick out his explosive self.
He was convinced. She couldn't care less about his anger. Even as he stomped to her in the common room where she sat amongst the rest of his friends, everyone but her knew to back away and not test him in the moment. Everyone but her could see how the man was practically fuming. Grabbing her ankle, Katsuki easily manhandled his girlfriend closer to him, shoving his favorite white hoodie—now tinted pink as a result of her lazy laundry methods of washing everything together—into her lap.
"How many f***ing times have I taught your ass how to do laundry!?"
He huffed, so fitting with the dragon comparisons. Slapping the hoodie down in her lap, he glared at her, his fiery gaze piercing through her blank one. Her usual slow blinks, the amused smirk on her lips only making him angrier by the second.
But before his fury could boil over and spill everywhere, he felt her fingertip nudge his nose, a quiet 'boop' escaping from her lips, and she giggled brightly, satisfied with herself. Leaving Bakugou to blink confused, his lips moving in futile attempts to find the words to prop up his falling facade of anger. His shoulders eventually slumping in defeat as he scoops her up in his arms, his now pink hoodie cradled to his chest.
"Congratulations, on one more of my stolen hoodies to your collection," he growled, carrying her to his room. What else was he supposed to do with his ridiculous frustrations bubbling in his chest? Of course, he would have a long night with his girlfriend, redirecting his anger to more productive outlets.
Hey guys, my health hasn't been doing too well so I haven't been able to write a bunch. I was planning on starting a kofi account if guys wanna support me. Please lemme know if you guys would be open to that!
Once someone tagged art that I made with "woah" and I think about it at least once a week. Someone else said "oh neat" once. Someone else WROTE A WHOLE DAMN POEM IN THE COMMENTS. Anyways even just one word can change how someone sees their art. You don't even have to think about it too hard. You could put a keyboard smash and I'd probably cry from joy.
I'm also trying hard to interact more, I understand that it's hard to break away from opening your phone and being in Content Consumption Mode.
Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍
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Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.
His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.
Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.
"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"
Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.
"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"
Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.
The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.
While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.
He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.
During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.
When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.
The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.
The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.
After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.
"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"
Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.
Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.
Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.
"She's got you all soft already huh?"
His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.
His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''
Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.
The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.
Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.
"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"
He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door
"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"
He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.
Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.
"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.
While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.
Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.
"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.
"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"
"Until you start craving for another little princess"
His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.
"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"
no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭
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Katsuki was acting oddly. And that was underwhelming of a statement to put it because he was all over the place. Fidgeting, crackling, and irritation were through the roof. Katsuki was barely in his seat even. Bouncing his leg, he couldn't help but feel like he did something wrong. Why else, wouldn’t you kiss his cheek as you always did whenever he did something for you?
Katsuki sucked ass when it came to talking love. But it wasn’t that he didn’t show it through his actions. Softened gaze dripping honey each time he wiped his sweat palms on his pants before cupping your cheeks. There was no way he’s gonna get the sticky vile flammable on you—his precious.
Katsuki showed his love when he snatched your backpack off your shoulder, throwing it over his while he dragged you out of the class. He earned himself a sickly sweet kiss on his cheek, showing that you acknowledged his actions and their meaning. It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ but that’s what anyone but them would say.
Katsuki wasn’t big on grand gestures of love either but he made do with little trinkets and stickers he bought because ‘he thought of you’. And you like it that way. Or at least that’s what he inferred when you would jump into his arms, kissing all over his face.
He surely couldn’t write about his love, he tried that crap and ended up charring his desk black. But he packed you bentos whenever you were to travel back home from the UA dorms. He made sure to put in extra effort and make the fanciest dishes in case your parents were to see the food and judge him off it ( a good potential husband?). Before you would have seen the inside contents or noticed a lacking love note he should have written to you, he would have his arm tugged down, his precious on her toes, to press a big smooch to his cheek.
Katsuki was more than gentlemanly for you, he was your boyfriend, so, of course, he tied your shoelaces for you (why do you still use the bunny ears method, is his excuse), draping his jacket over your legs whenever you wore skirts, all because he knew you liked to manspread worse than him. He carries pads and hair ties in his bag, but which boyfriend wouldn’t? He holds your heels with a grumpy frown, holding your waist to ensure you didn’t trip in his shoes because you thought you could handle being in heels all day.
Katsuki did all this not for praise or compliment. No, he wasn’t obligated to do these either, but he did it because that’s what a good boyfriend would do for you. That however didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate or relish the kisses he received each time he showed his love through his actions.
So what was different today? When he draped his jacket around your shoulder today, why didn’t he get his kiss? And he knows you noticed it, turning your head to him offer your sweet smile, before returning back to your conversation with Mina.
THAT’S IT? Katsuki was confused, he had even leaned in to receive his daily dose of kiss, instead of awkwardly standing back straight noticing his instinct. Was he desperate? No. Was he needy? Maybe. Why can’t a man get his share of kisses?
Staring at you annoyed he waited for you to notice.
BUT YOU NEVER DID.
He even huffed thrice, each time only receiving a distracted rub on his thigh while you gossiped with Mina. Gosh, he wanted to explode her right now. When he finally got over his petty subtle hints he just grabbed your face to face him.
"How long will it take ya' to kiss me, brat?”
Katsuki was easy though. Maybe not for everyone, but his little doll had him wrapped around her finger. When you just smiled innocently at him, pecking his lips without a question. The beast was finally appeased.
“Thank you for the jacket, ‘Suki”
Goddamn, this woman really had conditioned him to seek her kisses without a clue in her pretty head.
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Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍
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Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.
His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.
Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.
"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"
Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.
"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"
Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.
The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.
While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.
He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.
During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.
When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.
The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.
The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.
After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.
"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"
Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.
Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.
Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.
"She's got you all soft already huh?"
His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.
His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''
Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.
The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.
Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.
"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"
He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door
"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"
He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.
Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.
"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.
While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.
Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.
"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.
"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"
"Until you start craving for another little princess"
His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.
"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"
no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭
Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.
