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pro hero type sh

timeskip!bakugo x f!reader

authors note : slight mischaracterization + english not first language + can repost but noo copy + i use a bit of Japanese in here because its in mustafu. im okinawan/laos so im not fluent

creds : fanart I took from the library computer

Great Explosion Murder Dynamite

The Hanami Festival was a success. Today was a super duper special day for all the little friends at Kaguyaku preschool. Everywhere you glanced at there was thousands of pretty pink blossom trees. You could hear happy laughter from children and cheery music.

The camera crew sets up their vital instruments while you adjust your hair ruffled by the wind. In the corner of your eye, Kaito, your son was waiting by. He attends the preschool as a jolly, popular kid but today all he wanted to spend time with, was his mom and girlfriends.

A quick smile appears on your face as he waves at you eagerly. You pointed at the camera and held up the microphone to your immaculate face card.

“Saturday morning news! I am Y/N L/N reporting live at Musutafu’s very own delicate preschool, Kaguyaku.” The camera zooms in on giggling preschools that were now running away from the crew.

Your son comes up to you on live television. He wore a tiny samurai jingasa and a muted yukata robe. He clings onto your leg and pulls out a Sakura petal that was crushed in the palm of his hands.

“acche itte!” You quietly whisper, smiling at the camera. You gently shooed him away and he goes on to play with the other kids.

"We're seeing absolute cuteness overload as 50 three-to-five-year-olds wave their homemade origami fans. The children are about to participate in Japan's most precious cultural activities - making flower crowns from fresh sakura petals, trying traditional mochi sweets for the first time..."

That was all forgotten in a few moments when dramatic dark clouds swirl over the sky. Villains invaded the festival in a swift second, and you’re already running to the other side of the park.

Your professional demeanor shatters as you sprint a bit faster. While searching for your missing son, your distress triggered a latent quirk-speed light spirit.

The camera zooms in onto your feet as you leave a prismatic trail. “Woah she’s a human blur!” A bystander exclaimed, pointing at you before you slipped under a collapsed pillar.

There, you saw your son, Kaito. He was the most bravest kid at school. Especially since his quirk was full of fury. Next to him, someone? Not a villain. Maybe a hero. Oh Dynamite boy.

This was the pro-hero your son talks about all of the time. Sharing similar quirks, Kaito dreamed of meeting him one day. He was sitting on a plastic chair as Bakugo checks for wounds.

You quickly rush over, panting as you kneel down besides bombshell boy. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come any quicker. Are you alright? Are you hurt-“

“He’s fine ma’am.” You look over to Bakugo who was tying the little boy’s shoes. You lowk forgot he was there lmao.

“Thank you. So much.” Your eye twitched.

“Mama, are wa explosion murder king.” he pointed his tiny hand at Bakugo’s bruised cheek. You gasped softly when his nose began to bleed.

“are you alright?” You asked, sitting down on a pile of clattered wood. Rummaging inside your purse, you handed him a tissue. “musuko always get bloody nose like you when he use quirk.”

Katsuki takes a seat between you and the kid, wiping his nose. Despite the chaotic experience around the three of you all, it was quite peaceful here. “Arigato okusama.”

“mister mister. How come you’re so mean to everybody but me and my okāsan.” Kaito questioned, kicking his feet back and forth. Katsuki thought for a moment before scooting a bit closer to him. “Don’t tell mama, alright.”

They interlock pinkies and Katsuki whispers a secret that makes Kaito’s face lighten up.

Katsuki straightens his uniform, muscles flexing underneath. “I will be going to save others.“

His eyes met yours and a tinge of pink quickly spreads across his cheeks. You had this motherly glow even though he could tell how exhausted you were.

“I wish you everything.” He whispered the last part quietly before jumping back into battle.

“kureiji otoko san.” you whisper, running a hand through your disheveled locks of hair. You lend out a limb to lead Kaito out of this mess, but he refuses.

“Mama, what’s your type in men.”

“Do-Nantenno?!”

Katsuki Bakugo stomps into the brightly colored preschool, the one he went to when he was a toddler himself. He´d have been babied practically in front of everybody.

¨Oi! LISTEN UP, YOU BRATS!¨ He barks, a few toddlers flinched by the command. ¨IM HERE TO TEACH YOU HOW TO PROPERLY USE A QUIRK-¨

¨KACCHAN! YOU´ŔE SCARING THEM!¨ Midoriya quickly kicks him out the classroom to go comfort the frightened kids in the corner.

Bakugo clicks his tongue and scoffs. he freezes. The kid he saved awhile ago, the one from the Hanami Festival. He went here..?

¨Oh hey big explosion man.¨ Kaito nonchalantly walks towards him and embraces bakugo’s left armored leg. ¨why are you here?¨

¨Tch. no plans.¨ he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He really was trying not to kick this kid across the hallway. But Kaito´s sticky candied hands imprinted on his uniform.

¨Do you still like my mommy?¨ He asked, resting his cheek on the side of Bakugo´s legs.

¨I haven´t seen her yet.¨

¨She´s always working. I never have anybody to play with.¨

¨Hontoni.¨ Bakugo smirks.

¨Hai. Will you come and play with me mister mister explosion man.¨

¨Find friends your own age brat.¨ He gently knuckle punched Kaito´s head and walked back into the classroom.

The train by 45 was broken, so you had to wait at the station until it was fixed. An eerie silence in the distance was heard along with the sounds of announcements and complains.

Every few minutes, you keep texting the neighbors to check up on Kaito in case he came home. Just radiating, pure extensional rage.

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Quietly, you entered inside the duplex, kicking off your pink flats by the door. You noticed there was an extra pair of shoes on the rack and you walk into the living room.

Why was Pro-Hero Katsuki Bakugo playing video games with your son? Matter in fact, out of all meals they chose packaged yakisoba.

“Nani okite inu?!” Your purse and keys drop the floor and you rush over to the television, blocking the screen.

“Have you learned nothing Kaito?! You never invited anybody into our house without telling me. You’re lucky mommy knows him.”

You shifted over towards Bakugo. His face had a tinge of pink and embarrassment. “How old are you? I should call your okāsan and Fuhei!”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Watashi wa 25.” You gasped dramatically and sat down on the armchair of the sofa. “No you’re not. I’m 23.” He raises a brow and puts down the controller. “You have a whole kid.”

Kaito crawls off the couch and stands in front of the both of you. “I need apol joose.” He stated before running into the kitchen.

“What school did you go to?” You asked, circling the sofa. You took a seat next to Katsuki and he extends a muscular arm across the couch.

“I went to U.A. The one on top of the hill.”

“Ohh, that one.” You leaned back your head but accidentally laid on his arm. You quickly pull back and smiled awkwardly.

“Uh so I actually came here for you.” He blurts out, suddenly sitting up straight. “Wait so your 23?”

“Mhhm.” You nodded with a small smile plastered onto your face. “Frick. I never dated someone younger. I’m into older women.”

Dating? “Nanidesku?” You whisper, throwing an amused punch at his shoulder. “Like we could go on a date.” His remarks was surprisingly pleasant and sweet, coming from someone so immature.

“We can go on one. If you want.”

A eager nod comes from Katsuki and Kaito too. He squeezed his empty juice box and placed it on the coffee table. “Mommy and explosion man. That’s scary.”

It was your first time being away from the city since a long time. A hurricane near the coast had sent you and the company across town to report news to your beautiful metropolis.

From your own words, you order Katsuki Bakugo, the man you have been seeing for a month now; asked him to stay with your son for a while. Mind you, Bakugo thought kids were annoying.

“Eat the damn noodles.” He barked, picking up the microwaved cup ramen and handing it to Kaito.

“Im tired of eating ramen and pizza EVERYDAY. I’m not a fricking mutant ninja turtle!” He kicks under the table.

“If you don’t eat, then I’m not taking you with me to pick up your mom-“

“NO SIR PLEASE!-“ Kaito jumps on Bakugo’s lap and hugs him tight. “I don’t want to eat your shitty food sir.” He weeps, lightly punching Baku’s chest.

“Fine fine. We’ll go now.” Bakugo picks up Kaito and grabs the car keys. He walks stiffly toward his sleek Porsche, Kaito perched on his hip like a tiny, wiggly backpack. The kid’s arms are wrapped around his neck in a death grip, chattering nonstop about airplanes and mommy.

Ignoring Bakugo’s usual "shut up" glare because he has have zero survival instincts.Katsuki struggles to open the car door one-handed since he refuses to let Kaito slide down. Finally wedging the boy into his booster seat with an awkward thump, he buckles him in… only for Kaito to immediately whine, “Boom-man drive FAST! Mama miss us!"

The engine roars as Bakugo peels out of the parking lot, way over speed limit, but weirdly? He doesn’t swear once at traffic lights. Just keeps checking rearview mirror every 30 seconds to make sure that chaotic little passenger is still there.

A text from Bakugo’s phone lights up. ‘Hey how’s the babysitting going?’ It was from Kirishima. He ignored it, but nosy Kaito snatched the phone away with his tiny fingers.

“Are you friends with Red Riot?” He questioned, scrolling through the phone to find games.

“Hey-give me that brat!” His arm reaches over behind the seat and takes the cellphone away. “We’re almost at the airport.”

“That’s going to take a gillion years!”

The airport terminal is buzzing with arriving passengers, luggage carts screeching and families reuniting in noisy embraces. Bakugo shoulders his way through the crowd, Kaito bouncing excitedly on his hip like a hyperactive parrot. Your tired and glowing face is mesmerized as Kaito runs towards you.

Kaito shrieks “MAMA!" and practically launches himself out of Bakugo's arms, tiny shoes slapping against tile as he barrels into your legs.

Bakugo lingers awkwardly behind them holding Kaito’s abandoned backpack which smells suspiciously of crackers, avoiding eye contact until you turns to him. “Oh my gosh.—thank you SO MUCH for taking care of him!” He grunts something that vaguely sounds like "no big deal"… but there's no hiding how gently he hands over the backpack full of crayon drawings Kaito made for you during babysitting duty.

The car ride back home is a stark contrast from the hurricane you once knew. You lightly chatted with Bakugo while the boy behind fell asleep.

“What did you guys eat throughout the week.”

“I ordered pizza and sometimes cooked ramen.” He drives a reasonable speed despite being a bit nervous.

“Please tell me you put in vegetables.”

“Peas and carrots in the ramen.”

You face palmed yourself. “I’ll make dinner once I get home. Stay please.” Your hand reaches out for his.

He straightens up and nods. “Is this considered our first date?”

“Maybe.”

🀢🀣🀦

Inside your house, it was a cozy duplex among your fellow friends and neighbors. You hum quietly as you chop vegetables on the counter. Kaito stands on a stool next to you, ‘helping’ (he’s actually just smearing flour everywhere) and lastly, Bakugo stands by the stove like he was command so.

He’s stirring a pot of curry with intense focus. a great cook really, but he can’t cook under pressure. Especially when it was the first date. Every so often, Kaito leans over to poke your arm, or show Katsuki his lopsided carrot slices.

Dinner unfolds so domestically as you began to set plates. The curry was done and so was Bakugo. “Man, I can’t wait to eat..”

“Me?” You interrupted.

“Son what.” Bakugo blinks profusely, but shakes his head fast enough to forget that ever happened. He forgot you had a flirty side.

He sat down in front of you and began eating mechanically; his usual aggressive chewing.

You eat gracefully, wiping your son’s mouth every 30 seconds and so. You plop an extra serving onto Bakugo’s plate without asking. “You need more protein.” He freezes mid bite. Nobody just feeds him like this, but weirdly? He doesn’t protest.

“HEY! We didn’t even say our thankful daily words!” Kaito exclaims.

“It’s alright, we can skip because we have a guest today.” You stated quietly.

“But mommy, I want to say it.”

“Fine, but let baku go first.”

“Me? Uh.. I’m thankful for my car, my status, and you.?”

“Stop it.” Kaito said, flinging his hot curry at Bakugo’s face.

After the chaotic dinner, you walked Bakugo to the front door. You were a bit sad that he was leaving so soon, but since Kaito was upset because Bakugo yelled at him for the curry situation; he had to go home.

“Thank you for babysitting.”

“No problem.”

“Don’t go. I want you to say over.”

Rain thud hard onto the roof. Another excuse to keep him inside. The guest room was nice and cozy. He’s been sleeping in there for the past days, just not with you.

“What did you do at the coast.”

“I had to look good for the camera.” You spoked.

“Nice.” The pillow between your body and his created distance and solemn. “Come closer.” He rasped.

“No.” You stated, throwing the pillow to the side. Gosh he was warm, rough too. Your back was against his chest, but his coarse hands froze on his sides.

“I had a long week of taking care of your kid.” He muttered, dipping his head into the nape of your neck. “Get off me. I don’t like private display of affection.”

He pulls back, but you elbow him. “I was joking.” Your fingers wrapped around his that slid onto somebody’s hip. “I expect nothing to happen tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.” He states in a tired tone. His muscles twitch under the sheets as his grip on your hip tightens. Along with the snores and tremors, you could tell he was asleep and it was your time too.

Presently, Dynamite made it onto the morning paper. Written by Y/N L/N themself. The second he unfolds the newspaper, his photo mid explosion, stares back at him on the front page under the headline :

“Hero of the Week for Saving 12 Civilians at Hanami’s preschool festival.”

There’s even a small blurb about how witnesses said ‘his usual craziness motivated people to move faster’ beside that? A grainy paparazzi shot of him carrying a kid out while covered in soot.

After he saved your son.

He sits there slightly shocked. You described him in such detail it made him fall even more in-he was such a classical guy. The newspaper creased in his grip as he overlooks the buildings beneath him. The rooftop of your newly built company you worked in.

Bakugo leaps off the rooftop, his suit blending in with the morning air. The newspaper is safely tucked in his belt.

To the scenic route of your office.

A nearby cat watches him parkour down the building as he climbs into the open window. “Oh my gosh!” You exclaimed, jumping out of your seat.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and brought a hand up to the wall of your cubicle. “Do you want to go on a date again?”

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oh my god his hair his hair and the blood in his face and the SILHOUETTE OHHHH MY FUCKING HEAVENSSSSS DEAR GOD SAVE ME IM GOING TO BE ILL IM GOING TO PASS OUT I SEE THE LIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i’m so soaked rn it’s not even funny. i’m going outside to take a walk and touch some grass even though there’s a literal thunderstorm warning idec bro i feel genuinely neurotic rn. i need to be put in a fucking straight jacket i’m actually going to start tearing things apart with my teeth

i have cardiac problems and i think this was my high heart rates final straw like im going to have a stroke and it’s enjins fault someone grab me my blood pressure medication ffs i’m going to die

i can’t even try and be poetic ab this rn i’m shaking like a damn chihuahua

dude i actually screamed so fucking loud my roommate texted me