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“You’re home!” You exclaimed, tossing the blanket covering your body to the side as you didn’t waste a second to throw your arms around him. Getting on your tiptoes, you planted a kiss on his lips and he gave you a lazy smile.

“Are the kids asleep?” He asked, his voice raspier than usual as he took his shoes off.

You nodded, taking his work bag and placing it in the closet. “Yeah, they went to bed a little bit ago.”

Bakugou just gave you a small okay and you took his more dejected attitude as exhaustion. “I know it’s late but did you want dinner?” You asked. “I can heat something up real quick if you’re hungry.”

“No… I’m just gonna shower and go to bed,” he responded.

“Okay, I’ll be up there soon,” you said and watched as he went upstairs. While he presumably showered, you quickly put away the leftovers you had saved for Bakugou. After that you went upstairs and you were confused when you didn’t see him in your bathroom or bedroom.

Peering into Suki’s room, where her door was ajar, you saw Bakugou sitting at the edge of Suki’s bed. He was caressing her face softly with his hand and you started to get concerned. It wasn’t that Bakugou wasn’t affectionate, he always was with you and the kids, but something was off.

“Katsuki,” you called out in a whisper as to not wake Suki.

Bakugou glanced over to you and whispered back, “I’ll be there. Just… gimme a minute.”

You nodded and went back into your bedroom, waiting for him. Bakugou emerged from Suki’s room, closing her door behind him and before coming to your shared bedroom, he quietly opened Katsuo’s door and peered inside.

From where you were standing coupled with the dim light emanating from your room, you could see tears in his eyes.

“Kats,” you softly called out, approaching him and holding his hand to pull him to your bed. “What’s wrong?”

When you saw Bakugou’s lips tremble, your chest tightened and a pit formed in your stomach. The tears he was desperately trying to hold back finally erupted and he covered his eyes with a calloused hand. He nearly collapsed on the foot of your bed and you sat beside him immediately.

You pulled him into your arms and he wound his arms around you, burying his head in your neck. His tears smudged against your skin. “You know you can tell me anything,” you murmured softly, patting his hair down with your hand.

“I know– fuck,” he cursed, pulling away from you with a sniffle. His eyes were red and he took a moment before speaking. “There was a villain attack in the next town over. Was a hostage situation and the fucker was holding a whole family captive and right when we thought we had the situation under control… the villain killed two of the kids.”

It was as if your heart dropped to your stomach. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Kats.”

Bakugou’s lip quivered as he continued in between his tears. “I dunno what the fuck I’d do if I were the parents and I couldn’t do shit to help them… and now those parents don’t have their kids with them ‘cause I didn’t do my fuckin’ job correctly.”

“You can’t say that,” you refuted. You held his hand in yours. “You showed up and did what you could to try and diffuse the situation. It’s unrealistic to put yourself at blame when it was the villain that killed those kids, not you.”

You brought a thumb up to wipe away his tears and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “As awful as it was for those parents to lose their children, the whole family would’ve been killed if you didn’t show up.”

Bakugou smiled slightly, sniffling and you could tell he was feeling a little better. “...Thanks.” You smiled back at him and kissed him.

“Mom? Dad?” Katsuo called out by your doorframe. You flinched. You were so preoccupied with Bakugou you hadn’t even heard him get up. Katsuo frowned at the sight before him. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, sweetie. Sorry for waking you.”

Katsuo looked at Bakugou. “But… Dad’s crying…”

You glanced over to Bakugou and just as you were about to say something, Bakugou beat you to it by getting up and approaching Katsuo. You and Katsuo were taken aback as Bakugou embraced his son. 

“Dad? You okay?” Katsuo asked cautiously.

“Yeah… I just– I need a minute,” Bakugou mumbled.

Katsuo let out an ‘okay’ and returned his embrace. Bakugou eventually pulled away, ruffling Katsuo’s hair to be even messier than it was. “Hey!” Katsuo exclaimed, raising his hands to shield his head. 

Bakugou smiled at his son. “I’m fine, Tsuo. Mom helped me feel better. Get back to bed.”

Katsuo looked back at him and then over to you. He was always so aware of everything that happened in your home and you could tell he was mentally assessing whether his parents were truly okay. He finally nodded and wished you both a good night before going back to his bedroom.

Bakugou closed the door, letting out a sigh as he sat back beside you. You kissed him again. “Get some rest. It’s been a long day for you.”

You pulled away from Bakugou’s side, sitting up and staring back at him. “Why won’t you touch me?” You asked in frustration.

Bakugou blinked at you. “What? I’m touchin’ you right now.” He gestured to his arm that was around you and his hand that was still on your thigh.

“No, not that,” you said with a shake of your head. “I mean sex. Why won’t you fuck me again?”

Bakugou’s mouth parted slowly and you watched as his face slowly burned a reddish hue. “W-What the hell?!”

“Did you not like it?” You inquired, watching him carefully. “When we had sex?”

“What? No, I– Fuck–”

“What is it then?” You pressed, leaning forward towards him slightly.

“Y/N, calm down–”

“Then what is it?”

Bakugou continued to blush, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I dunno, you still make me so fuckin’ nervous…”

“Why?”

“I dunno you just do,” he mumbled, glancing back at you. “So… you want me to touch you?”

You nodded. “I’ve been waiting for you to make another move.”

“... I didn’t think you enjoyed it that much the first time,” he finally confessed.

“Katsuki, it was your first time having sex and you managed to make me come twice. Of course I enjoyed it, you idiot,” you said incredulously.

Swinging one leg over him, you straddled him, your hands naturally cupping his face. “I already told you I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you for the first time months ago.” Bakugou swallowed, his vermillion eyes staring back into yours. “So unless you don’t want to fuck me, then what’s the issue?”

Bakugou continued to stare at you, as if he was internally grappling with something. You sighed, your thumb caressing the scar on his cheek. “Stop overthinking things, Kats. I love you and if there’s anything that bothers or upsets me, I’ll tell you. And you should do the same with me. Don’t assume I don’t want things, okay?”

Bakugou smiled softly, nodding his head once. “Okay,” he responded. And of course you were right in your assumption: he was overthinking things.

Ducking your head down, you closed your lips over his and you felt him relax under your touch. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling your body closer to him as your lips moved against his. You ground your hips into his, earning a guttural groan from Bakugou.

With every movement, his dick hardened beneath you and you didn’t waste any time to dip your hands into his shorts. But he grabbed your wrist as he spoke against your lips, his words rushed and breathy. “No, I wanna taste you first.”

You shook your head. “No, I wanna do something else… You’ve never had a blowjob, right?”

Bakugou’s cheeks burned in confirmation and you grinned excitedly. You climbed down from his lap, getting on your knees in front of him and he watched you in anticipation, his palms sweating from the mere sight of you before him. 

“Baby, you don’t have to–” 

You shushed him and he choked on his breath as you pulled his cock out from his shorts. Bakugou subconsciously spread his legs so you could nestle yourself perfectly between them. “I wanna make you feel good this time.”

Even the sight of his cock, his tip swollen and red and leaking with precome in such a short amount of time, made you lick your lips. The veins along the sides of his cock were prominent and if you weren’t feeling impatient in the moment, you’d drag your finger along the ridges just to watch him squirm under your touch. But instead you closed your lips around his head, looking right up at him. You wanted to see his face while you sucked his dick.

“Fuck,” he uttered breathlessly, leaning back against the couch. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly beginning to bob your head up and down along his shaft.

Bakugou’s breath quickened and you heard him begin to pant. Taking in his expression, his brows furrowed, his eyes half-lidded as if he could barely keep them open, and his lips parted, you were already satisfied with yourself. Deep groans erupted from him and you had to squeeze your thighs together to ease the aching in your core.

You continued to bob your head, your tongue flicking over his slit as you took as much of him in your mouth as you could before you started to gag. Even hearing you gag on his cock was enough to send Bakugou over the edge.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. It’s– It’s too much,” he moaned. He brought a hand down and wrapped his fingers around your hair to get it out of your face. He gripped your hair tightly in his fist, his other hand digging into the plush cushions of his couch.

“Just like that– oh fuck–” He practically whimpered. “I-I’m gonna fuckin’ come.”

You pulled him out of your mouth, pumping him in your hands as you looked up at him with a sly smile. “Come in my mouth, Kats. I wanna taste you.”

And he did. You wrapped your lips around him again and it only took a few pumps of your plump lips sucking him off for his breathing to quicken as he climaxed. He pushed his cock as deep as he could in your mouth and you gagged around him as he grunted and moaned with his eyes squeezed shut. 

Ropes of his come oozed out of him and down your throat and you swallowed every drop, pulling his cock out with a pop. You licked your lips, grinning up at him as you watched him in satisfaction. He was worn out, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His head was thrown back on the couch and you laughed.

“Goddamn that was–” He said in between breaths. He took a glimpse down at you, grabbing you by your waist. “C’mere.”

You chuckled as he brought you back onto his lap, his cock pressing against your clothed crotch. But Bakugou was quick to pull apart your clothes, practically ripping your shirt, shorts, and panties off.

“Geez, someone’s in a rush,” you joked and Bakugou grunted in agreement. Before he could flip you over and lay you down on the couch you put a hand to his chest. “I wanna try something.”

Bakugou groaned. “Why can’t I just fuckin’ eat you out?”

“Because it’s fun to do things differently,” you said with a grin and Bakugou watched, his eyes darkening as you lifted your hips and lined his dick with your entrance.

“Wait,” he stopped you. “A-Are you wet enough? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Kats, I’ve been wet for hours,” you said bluntly and he blinked back at you in surprise. You didn’t give him a chance to react as you sank down onto his cock, both of your moans molding together.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hands digging into your hips.

You grabbed his shoulders and you didn’t waste any time as you started to bounce up and down on his cock. His head dug deep inside you and you whimpered every time you sank down. You’d been waiting, craving this since the first time he fucked you. And it felt so damn good to have him inside you.

“K-Kats–” You whimpered, panting as you maintained your pace.

When you looked down at him, Bakugou was in pure bliss, his fingers gripping your sides for stability and his crimson eyes were practically flashing as he watched you ride him, your tits bouncing with you.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he moaned and you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into him.

Your tits pressed against his chest and you planted your lips on his. “Feels so good,” you moaned against his lips, grinding your hips down on him as his cock pressed against your walls. “So big, mm.” 

You pulled away, stopping your movements as you locked eyes with him. “Fuck me, Kats,” you said.

And Bakugou didn’t waste a second to listen to your request as he wrapped his arms around your waist and started fucking up into you. You let out a yelp, burying your head into his neck.

His breath fanned over your ear as your pussy squelched with every thrust. “Like that, baby?” He whispered in your ear.

You simply nodded your head, unable to get any coherent words out other than the sounds of your whimpers. “Fuck, you’re grippin’ me too fuckin’ much,” he moaned, clenching his teeth. “You’ve been waitin’ for me to fuck you, huh?”

You nodded once more, looking up at him with teary eyes. “I-I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.”

He kissed you briefly, not slowing down for a moment. He pressed his forehead against yours and you squeezed your thighs as your orgasm quickly washed over you. Bakugou groaned as you clenched around him and he came shortly after you, his warm come flooding your walls.

By the end, you were both panting, Bakugou with his head thrown back against the couch again and you were glued to his body, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you.

You leaned back and held his face in your hands, forcing him to look back at you. “From now on, if you want to have sex, if you want to touch me, whatever it is: don’t hide from me… because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you these past two weeks.”

Bakugou laughed, his lips curling up into a smirk. “Really? Like when?”

“... Every time you had your hero suit on.”

Bakugou gave you a puzzled look. “But I’m always in my hero suit when I come home.”

“Exactly.”

He burst out into laughter again, kissing your head. “Alright, alright. I’m not gonna overthink shit anymore.”

“Good…” You said, your voice trailing off. Despite being absolutely exhausted, you were still aroused and you clenched around his cock. “You have any more energy?”

Bakugou smirked, his hands gripping your ass. “Don’t gotta tell me twice, sweetheart.”

“I know but Suki asked us to be respectful so we’re going to be respectful,” you reasoned. 

“Fine,” Bakugou said with an eye roll.

Similarly to Katsuo, Suki moved out of your home after she graduated from U.A. She focused wholeheartedly on being a hero and she ended up dating a boy, Ichigo, a year older than her who also went to U.A. in the support course. Suki first told you about her boyfriend, who she’d been with for a year now. She knew to tread carefully with the mention of having a boyfriend to Bakugou since she knew he’d be overprotective and although he initially wasn’t too excited, he eventually warmed up to the idea of meeting him. 

You heard the front door open and Suki called out shortly after. “I’m home!”

“Be nice,” you reminded your husband who narrowed his eyes at you as you went to the foyer to greet your daughter.

“Hi, sweetie,” you said with a grin. Suki returned your smile and immediately embraced you. Suki did her best to visit as often as she could but with her new busy schedule as a pro hero, you wished you could see her more than you did.

You pulled away from your daughter and looked over to the man standing beside her. He was taller than her, with dark hair and dark eyes. He was scanning the foyer, as if he was taking in the room before him. 

“You must be Ichigo, it’s so nice to meet you,” you said with a smile.

Ichigo simply nodded, not uttering a word which took you aback. Suki elbowed him, “Oh, right,” he mumbled.

He handed you a bouquet of flowers and you thanked him and still he didn’t say a word to you. Maybe he was just a quiet boy and kept to himself, you assumed. 

All of a sudden, however, Ichigo straightened up and looked behind you with eager eyes. Bakugou stood beside you, smiling softly at Suki. “Hey, baby,” he said, hugging his daughter and kissing her head.

Suki laughed. “Hi, Dad.”

When they pulled away from one another, Bakugou’s smile immediately wiped away from his face and his expression hardened. Bakugou’s crimson eyes went up and down as he stared at Ichigo.

Suki cleared her throat. “Um, Dad, this is Ichigo.” She turned to her boyfriend, gesturing to her father. “And I’m sure you know who he is.”

Ichigo clasped his hands in front of him. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

“Right,” Bakugou said dryly. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen. “C’mon. Let’s eat.”

“You two take a seat. We’ll bring the food out,” you told your daughter and she led Ichigo into the dining room while you followed Bakugou into the kitchen.

“He’s sweet,” you said quietly so Ichigo and Suki wouldn’t hear you. You put the bouquet into an empty vase. “Look, he got me flowers.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Yeah, but they’re not your favorite.”

“Stop being petty and put the rice on the table.”

Bakugou obliged and you looked over to the dining table. Ichigo was on his phone and Suki seemed frustrated, as if she was trying to talk to him. But the minute Bakugou walked in and set the pot of rice down, Ichigo immediately slid his phone in his pocket and was alert. Strange… 

Despite your thoughts you joined Bakugou at the table as you all started to eat dinner together. And since you knew Bakugou would never be the one to spark small talk with Ichigo, you had to. 

“So, Ichigo, Suki says you were in the support course at U.A.?” You asked.

Ichigo looked up and glanced at Bakugou before nodding. “Yes, I’ve been making support items for two years now.”

“And he’s really good!” Suki quipped with a smile. “He was always at the top of his class in U.A.”

“Can’t be better than Tsuo,” Bakugou muttered and you kicked his leg under the table.

After that, the dinner went smoothly, with minimal condescending and rude comments from Bakugou, which was a win for you. As Bakugou was washing dishes, you handed two slices of cake to Suki on a plate. 

“Spend some time outside with Ichigo. Dad and I just got new furniture for the porch,” you told your daughter.

She thanked you and gave you a weary smile as she took the plates from your hands. You frowned. “What’s wrong? You look upset.”

“I’m fine,” Suki said with a shake of her head. “Just tired.”

“Okay,” you said, caressing her cheek. “Don’t overwork yourself out there, sweetie.”

“I know. I don’t wanna worry you. You already got Dad to worry about,” Suki joked.

“Don’t get me started on that one,” you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder at your husband.

Suki laughed and she walked outside to the front porch. You watched her, trying your best to not be concerned but ultimately failing when you went over to Bakugou as he finished washing the dishes. 

“Well, what do you think?” You asked, wrapping your arms around Bakugou’s waist.

“He’s not the worst,” Bakugou said, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Well, that means he’s great in your book,” you said, causing him to chuckle. Then you bit the inside of your cheek before speaking. “Suki looks down.”

Bakugou whipped his head down to look at you. “Did that kid say somethin’ to upset her?”

“Calm down, okay?” You said, pressing a hand to his chest. “No, I mean she looks… I don’t know like something’s bothering her.”

“Want me to go talk to her?” Bakugou asked as he dried his hands.

“Later,” you said with a sigh. You didn’t want to ruin her dinner and time with her boyfriend but you also couldn’t help but worry. “Where did Ichigo go?”

“Bathroom,” Bakugou responded and you nodded your head. 

Figuring that you’d feel more at ease if you spoke to Ichigo yourself, one on one, you waited by the guest bathroom. But you did not expect to overhear him when he spoke on the phone.

“Yeah, man. It’s actually fucking Dynamight! Shit’s crazy,” he spoke in the bathroom. His voice was muffled but you could still clearly hear every word he uttered. As you were about to leave, since you didn’t want to blatantly eavesdrop on his conversation, you felt your blood run cold as he continued. 

“Nah, the mom’s whatever, I don’t give a fuck about her. She is hot though– Dude, Suki’s been on my ass. She wants to see me more and I don’t how long I can put up with this shit– Yeah, hopefully Dynamight can get me a job with his agency then I can finally leave her ass–”

“What,” Suki said from behind you and you flinched, not expecting anyone else to be hearing this conversation with you.

You turned around, wide-eyed and surprised. “What did he say?” Suki asked with a lethal calmness. 

You were at a loss for words. “I– Suki…”

“So… So he’s been just using me this whole time?” She asked incredulously.

It was as if you could see the steaming erupting from her head the angrier she got and she trudged towards the bathroom door. “Suki, wait–”

Suki ignored you and pushed the door open, finding Ichigo sitting on the closed toilet with his phone in hand. To say he was surprised would be an understatement. “Suki,” he said with a gasp, quickly hanging up his phone call.

“How long have you been playing with my feelings?” She asked, her hands balling up into fists at her sides. Ichigo didn’t respond, scratching his head. “How long?!” Suki screamed, and you could tell from her voice that she was crying.

“Look, just calm down–”

“How the fuck can I be calm right now?!” Suki retorted. 

You pulled Suki back because you knew she’d collapse on her own and she hugged you tightly, burying her head in your shoulder as she sobbed. “You need to leave,” you said sternly, making direct eye contact with Ichigo. He stood up and rolled her eyes as he made his way out of the house, not uttering another word. 

“Oh, Suki,” you murmured, patting her hair down.

“The hell? The kid just left–” Bakugou stopped mid-sentence when he saw Suki crying in your arms. “What happened?”

You shook your head, not wanting to repeat the cruel words Ichigo had just said but Suki pulled away from you slightly, sniffling. “He’s just been using me… so that he could get a job at your agency.”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment. Only for a moment. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.” He immediately turned on his heel to be true to his word.

“Wait!” You called out.

“Why should I?” Bakugou practically barked. You subtly gestured to your daughter who was still crying and who needed her father’s comfort. He sighed, knowing you were right. “C’mere.”

Suki didn’t waste a second as she ran to Bakugou’s embrace, sobbing into his chest. He kissed her head. “He’s a fuckin’ idiot to even think of playin’ you.”

You approached her and rubbed her back. “I’m sorry, baby…”

“How could he fake it for so long? Am I not worth being with? D-Do I not deserve love?” Suki cried out, her words slightly muffled against Bakugou’s chest.

You were quick to refute her questions. “You deserve all the love in the world,” you said.

“And he’s a dumbass and he’s lost his mind if he ever thought he could get a job from me just for datin’ my baby,” Bakugou said angrily. 

Suki pulled away once more, rubbing her eyes. She looked up at her father with bloodshot eyes. “Could you actually kill him?”

“Of course. Let’s go,” Bakugou said quickly, grabbing her hand.

“Don’t even think about it, you two,” you said, pulling them both back. You sighed and you looped your arm with Suki’s. “Stay with us. For a little bit.” Suki smiled slightly and nodded. 

“So we’re not fuckin’ him up?” Bakugou asked in disappointment.

“No, Katsuki… but you could blacklist him from your agency… and other agencies…” You suggested and he grinned.

“Now we’re talkin’,” Bakugou said with a boyish excitement, whipping his phone out and walking away to call his agency.

“I didn’t mean right away!” You said and Suki laughed. You kissed her cheek. “He really is an idiot… especially if he thought he’d be able to get away with it.”

“Yeah, I think he underestimated how insane Dad can be,” Suki joked. 

“Especially when it comes to his baby,” you teased, pinching her cheek. “He doesn’t know he’s lost the best girl he could’ve ever dated and he’ll only realize it years later when no one wants to be with him and you’ll be happy, whether you’re on your own or with someone else. You’ll always be so much happier than that miserable asshole.”

Suki’s started to tear up once more. “Thanks, Mom.” You wiped her cheeks, the unsettling feeling in your chest finally dissipating.

“Dad’s been on the phone for a while,” you commented.

Suki’s eyes widened suddenly. “You don’t think Dad actually left to go…”

Walking into the kitchen, Bakugou’s back faced you as he continued focusing on his cooking over the stove. You were shocked to see him and you knew he didn’t have a day off; he barely ever had a day off. 

Looking over to the counter, you saw a pink cake with strawberries decorated on top. Upon further inspection, there was red icing piped expertly atop the cake that read: ‘Happy Belated Birthday Cause I’m a Fucking Idiot.’ You couldn’t hold back your laughter after reading it.

Bakugou flinched, turning to face you with wide eyes. “Fuck, I didn’t hear you get up.”

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking around the kitchen at the eggs he was frying, rice already cooked, and a mountain of dishes in the sink.

“It’s nothin’...” Bakugou turned the stove off. “I– I dunno. Last night was a wake up call for me.”

You nodded. “I thought you had patrol today?”

“Yeah, but I called off.”

You were taken aback.”What? You never call off.”

Bakugou rubbed the back of the nape of his neck. “I know but…” He moved towards you, his hands resting on your hips. The warmth of his palms seeped through your shirt. “I’ve been so caught up with work and wantin’ to be number one and I know I haven’t been carin’ for you as much as I should’ve.”

His crimson eyes bored into yours. “But I love you and I can’t lose you. So I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

You smiled up at him, leaning into his body, pressing your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “Thank you.”

Bakugou kissed the top of your head and held you in his arms. “So… Did you think about what we talked about last night? About… y’know… you l-leavin’?” 

You could tell he didn’t even want to think about the possibility of you leaving with the way he stuttered and the way his body was more tense beneath your touch. You pulled away slightly, staring up at him. “I wasn’t seriously thinking about leaving you for more than a minute, Kats.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened in surprise. “You drive me insane sometimes but… you’re worth it and I wanna be with you,” you continued. 

Bakugou let out the biggest sigh of relief. “Fuck, I was so worried.”

“You thought I’d actually leave you?” You asked.

Bakugou shrugged. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

You shook your head. “I love you.”

The ends of his lips turned up and he didn’t waste any time ducking his head down and kissing you. You smiled against his lips, your arms naturally finding their way around his neck and he held you tightly by your waist, pressing your body against his.

Getting fed up, you decided it would be best to just go to bed. No need to waste another second of your time. That was when the door opened, and Bakugou walked in, exhausted as usual. You stood by his kitchen counter, assessing him.

You had to see for sure if he did truly forget.

He looked over to you, the ends of his lips upturning into a smile. “Hey, baby.” He put his hands on your hips and kissed you. “You goin’ to bed?”

You nodded, staring at him carefully. “Alright. I’m gonna shower, then I’ll join you.”

You couldn’t hold back your scowl any longer as you pushed his hands away from your body. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?” Bakugou blinked in confusion as you stormed off into his room. You hadn’t officially moved in together yet but you often slept over at Bakugou’s apartment. Knowing this, Bakugou had bought several duplicates of your toiletries and clothes for you to keep in his home so you wouldn’t have to carry it back and forth from your place to his.

You grabbed one of your duffle bags, blindly throwing any of your belongings within your direct line of vision into it. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Bakugou asked, standing by his doorframe.

You ignored him and he was too tired to deal with this. He approached you, holding your arm to make you look at him. “Y/N.”

When you did finally look at him, Bakugou flinched. In the time you’d been together, Bakugou had never seen you as angry as you were in that moment. And you could officially tell from his dumbfounded look that he did forget your birthday.

The duffle dropped to the floor and you shook off his hold from you. “You know, I feel like I never ask for much from you. Only the bare minimum. And you can’t even do that.”

Bakugou clenched his jaw. “Are you gonna tell me what the fuck I did this time or are you gonna keep talkin’ all cryptic and shit?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, ‘what did you fuck up this time,’ huh?.” You glared up at him. “It was my birthday, Katsuki. Yesterday.” 

Bakugou froze, his eyes widening and his limbs went slack. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” you huffed, bending down and grabbing your duffle as you opened his closet, snatching your clothes from the hangers and throwing them in the bag. 

Bakugou sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I– I’ve just been so busy with work and patrol and y’know how it is. I didn’t mean to–”

“Yeah, I know you didn’t mean to,” you said as you whirled around to face him once again. “You’re not cruel, you wouldn’t do this on purpose. But you also care so much about your own goals. We always fight over the same damn thing and… I’m tired, Katsuki. I’m so tired.”

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, his voice decibels lower as he stared at you as if you were going to deliver devastating news.

And you were.

You sighed, biting your lip as you said, “I think we need a break.”

Bakugou shook his head slowly. “No, you don’t mean that…”

“I do,” you said, rubbing your temples as you dropped the duffle to the floor again. “I’m so tired of having to ask for basic things from you. I love you and I know you love me and when we’re doing good, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, preventing the tears stinging your eyes from falling. “But I’m tired of having to ask you to put me first sometimes. And it’s selfish of me to ask you to put me before your career and your goal that you’ve had for years so… I’m not gonna ask you to change anymore. I’ll just leave.”

Bakugou’s lip trembled as he reached for you, putting his hands to your hips as his crimson eyes searched your face for any sign of a joke. “No, please, baby. I’m sorry, I– We– I’ll do better.” He moved his hands up and held your face in his hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, please.”

The tears you worked hard to hold back streamed down your cheek. And to your utter surprise, seeing a tear streak Bakugou’s cheek made you cry harder. “Y-You’re an incredible hero and this country’s so lucky to have you defend it… and I know I’m your first girlfriend so… when you meet the next girl, treat her better than you treated me,” you said in between your sobs.

Bakugou's face fell as he looked back at you, horrified. “Don’t say that. I don’t wanna see anyone else, I want you. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

Your lips quivered as you opened your mouth to say something but you choked on a sob, your knees weak as they wobbled and you collapsed to the floor. You buried your head in your hands, muffling your sobs in your palms. 

Bakugou knelt down in front of you, and he took your hands in his and it broke your heart to see him sobbing with you. “Please give me another chance. One more chance, please.” He held your hands tightly in his, bringing them to his chest. “You’re worth it, Y/N. Y-You’re everything to me. I’m a fuckin’ idiot and this is all so new to me and it’s so fuckin’ selfish to ask you to stay but… I love you, please don’t leave me.”

Hearing him plead only made things worse as you ducked your head down, letting your tears stain your pajama shorts. “Please just stay the night and think about it some more,” Bakugou begged. “If you wanna leave tomorrow, I won’t stop you.”

He held your face in his hands again, making you look back at him. “But please don’t leave me like this,” he sputtered between his own sobs.

You let out a breathless laugh, raising a hand and wiping his cheeks. “You’re not supposed to be the one crying, you idiot.”

Bakugou’s lips trembled into a small smile. “Can’t help it… I love you.”

You returned his smile, sniffling slightly. “Okay… I’ll stay the night.” You put your hands over his and brought them away from your face. “But… no kissing or affection. I don’t want anything swaying me. I want to really think about this.”

Bakugou nodded. “Whatever you need.”

He rose to his feet, helping you up as well. For a moment he looked at you as he tried to find the right words to say. “Can… Can I hold you? Just once?’

You bit your cheek. You knew you shouldn’t but… you loved him too much and so you said yes. He held you close to him so fast you thought the wind had gotten knocked out of you. His arms were wound so tightly around you and you had to hold back from crying anymore as you snaked your own arms around his waist, melting into his touch.

As much as you could have genuinely stood there for hours, you pulled away first. “Okay… Go shower. You smell.”

Bakugou let out a breathless laugh as he looked down at you with doubt in his eyes. “You won’t leave while I’m gone, right?”

“No, I’m not a coward,” you reassured him. “If I want to leave, I’ll leave tomorrow and I’ll tell you.”

Bakugou nodded once. “Okay. Go to bed… I’ll be there soon.”

You agreed and were surprised when he hugged you again. “Katsuki–”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” Bakugou said with an urgency you had never heard from him. “You mean so much to me, I’m so sorry.”

“Okay,” you said quietly and he pulled away, his thumb caressing your lips. Right when you thought he was going to go against your wishes and kiss you, and even though you secretly, desperately wished he had kissed you, Bakugou pried himself from you and you watched him walk into his bathroom.

You practically collapsed onto Bakugou’s bed, running a hand down your face. The sound of the shower and the running water was muffled as you stared at the ground, lost in your thoughts.

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t happy with Bakugou. You genuinely were, he made you so happy. And when he did show how much he cares and how much he loves you, you were sure you’d never felt like this in your life… but the two of you had been fighting over the same thing for so long: his ambitions.

Bakugou’s ambition to be the number one hero had been the biggest driving force for his career, and you wanted him to achieve his goal more than anything. But you had told him how you wished you could see him more often and how you were concerned with how pained he looked when he came home, nearly every night.

But you couldn’t blame him. You knew exactly what you were walking into dating him.

When the bathroom door opened, you flinched and you hadn’t realized Bakugou had already finished. “You’re not asleep?”

“Oh… no I was just…”

“It’s late,” Bakugou murmured.

“Yeah.” You got in bed, swiftly getting under the covers. Bakugou laid beside you, leaning over and turning the lights off. 

Once the room was pitch black, you turned over, having your back face him as you closed your eyes. With how you felt at that moment, you were at a crossroads. Who knew how you’d feel once you woke up.

Bakugou respected your wishes and he didn’t touch you. You barely felt his presence and right when you were about to fall asleep, you held in a gasp at his sudden touching. He loosely put an arm around you, kissing your head, assuming you were asleep. “I love you… so much,” he whispered.

Your heart hurt and your nails dug into your palms when he pulled away and you felt him turn away from you. Suddenly you forgot why you were so upset with him and you had to hold yourself back from turning over and clinging to him and never letting go. You had to stand up for yourself.

Bakugou had wished and dreamt for this day since he was a little boy… so why wasn’t he content? Why didn’t it feel like his lifelong goal had finally been accomplished?

Before Bakugou could bask in his thoughts any further, his doorbell rang and he exhaled through his nose as he stood and answered the door. He assumed it was another person from the agency so he was genuinely shocked to see Katsuo and Suki beaming up at him.

“Congrats!” They exclaimed in unison, Katsuo holding up a cake with Bakugou’s face on it and little Suki doing her best holding a bouquet of flowers and a handmade card.

“How the hell did you two get here?” Bakugou finally asked as Katsuo and Suki entered his home.

“Momma dropped us off,” Suki said with a giggle. “Are you surprised?!”

Bakugou let out a laugh, taking the bouquet from Suki since she was struggling to hold it. “Yeah, I am.”

Katsuo set the cake down on Bakugou’s coffee table as Bakugou set the card and flowers down and Bakugou hugged his children. “Thank you.”

“You finally did it, Dad!” Katsuo said with a grin, his crimson eyes practically shining in adoration as he looked up at his father. “You’re number one!”

Bakugou gave his son a weary smile. “Yeah… I am.”

Suki frowned. “You look tired.”

“I am, but I’ll be okay,” Bakugou reassured her, ruffling her hair which only made Suki shriek into laughter. 

“How did you know I’d be home?” Bakugou asked. Due to being so busy working these past few months with working towards being number one, Bakugou hadn’t gotten the chance to see his children as regularly as he would’ve liked but they were more eager for this to happen than he was. 

“Mom called your agency and asked if you were working,” Katsuo said, taking his shoes off and neatly setting them by the door. “Mom’s still outside.”

“And! And! Momma made the cake and helped us make your card!” Suki quipped as Katsuo helped his sister take her shoes off as well. “And she got the flowers, too! She’s so nice. She said we should do something special for you, Daddy.”

“She… She did?” Bakugou murmured, spacing out as he stared out the open door. Katsuo gave his father a curious look. “I’ll– I’ll be right back. Just stay here.”

Bakugou quickly slid on a random pair of shoes and stepped outside and sure enough your car was still in his driveway. His heart skipped a beat, just as it always did whenever he saw you, as you leaned against the driver’s side of your car, looking out into the distance. 

“Y/N,” he called out to you and you turned your head to his direction.

“Oh,” you murmured as Bakugou closed the distance between you both. He knew not to get close; he figured you wouldn’t want him too close and he didn’t blame you. “Congrats…for getting number one,” you said after a few moments of pause.

Bakugou felt his body freeze and his eyes widened slightly. You gave him a slightly confused look, wondering why he looked shocked for you to do something so simple as congratulating him. “You’ve always wanted this, right? Since you were a little kid and you finally did it.”

“Yeah…” Bakugou mumbled.

“I can bring the kids home if you want to get some rest,” you offered, averting your eyes down to your feet. “I’ve… seen how hard you’ve been working.”

“You’ve been watching the news about me?” Bakugou asked in disbelief.

“Only like any other citizen would,” you said, your words more rushed than normal. 

“Right.”

Bakugou exhaled for a moment. “The kids can stay, I’m fine. They came to see me, it’s only right I spend more time with them.”

You nodded, assessing him for just a moment longer before turning around, a hand to your car door as you were about to leave without a goodbye like you usually did during drop off and pick up. But you stopped when you heard Bakugou say, “Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, turning back around.

“The kids told me you thought of this, of them coming over to congratulate me.”

You sighed. “Well, they were excited when they found out.” Bakugou nodded and you both stood in silence, only the sound of the leaves rustling filling the silence. “Well, I hope you have a good time with them.”

“Yeah,” Bakugou said and he watched as you got in your car and proceeded to leave. Bakugou didn’t head back inside until your car was gone from his line of vision and when he turned around, he saw Katsuo at the doorstep, watching him.

“You okay, Dad?” Katsuo asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Bakugou said, doing his best to act like he was fine for his son’s sake.

“You look sad… after talking to Mom,” Katsuo said softly as Bakugou shut the door behind him and slipped his shoes off.

“I’m just tired,” Bakugou responded, smiling at Suki who was beaming at him.

“Right…” Katsuo murmured too quietly for his father to hear.

“Daddy, let’s eat cake! Momma’s cakes are the best!” Suki exclaimed and Bakugou laughed.

“Yeah, I know. C’mon,” he said, holding the cake and following Suki into the dining room as she sprinted out of the room excitedly. 

Katsuo stood in the foyer, lost in his thoughts. It was only when he heard his father call out to him did he snap out of it. “Tsuo, you comin’?”