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“Stop complainin’, I’m here,” Katsuo said as he entered your classroom.

“Perfect, let’s head home,” you said, grabbing your bag.

“Actually, Mom,” Katsuo started. “Dad’s gonna come and pick me up.”

“Oh,” you said, taken aback. The only time Bakugou had picked the kids up from school in the past was if you couldn’t do so yourself. And that would be picking up both children… not just one.

“No fair! I’m coming, too!” Suki said, standing up and having to grab hold of your desk to regain composure after making herself dizzy.

Katsuo shook his head. “No you’re not. It’s just me and Dad.”

“Mom!” Suki turned to you, exasperated and hoping you'd intervene.

You put your arm around her shoulders and looked back at Katsuo. “What’re you and Dad doing?”

Katsuo shrugged. “Dunno. I figured I should hang out with him more. You know, as father and son.” Katsuo emphasized ‘son’ and looked directly at Suki who glared at him. 

“Okay, I’ll wait outside until Dad gets here,” you decided as the three of you left your classroom.

“Mom, I’m fourteen. I’ll be fine,” Katsuo groaned, holding the front door of the school open for you and Suki.

“But you’re still a kid! I can’t just leave you here alone!” You exclaimed. You didn’t want to go into the ‘you could get kidnapped’ spiel because you knew Katsuo would say you were worrying too much, just like Bakugou always told you.

Katsuo stood behind you and pushed you gently across the school yard and into the parking lot towards your car, ignoring your protests. “I’m fine. I’ll call you when Dad gets here.”

“Mom, Tsuo’s okay. Can we go home?” Suki whined beside you, clearly over being left out from her brother and father's hang out.

You sighed, looking over at Katsuo and you instinctively brushed his hair back with your hand. “Okay. You better call me the second Dad gets here, alright?”

Katsuo smiled. “I will, don’t worry.”

Even though you told your son you were going to drive home, there wasn’t a chance in hell you were leaving him alone in that school yard. It didn’t matter if you were being dramatic; you didn’t play when it came to your kids.

You had parked your car a street over from the school where you could still see the parking lot and see Katsuo’s figure from afar. Suki said you were being paranoid but you got her to stop complaining by telling her you’d get her ice cream on the way home.

Once you saw Bakugou’s familiar red sports car pull into the lot, you sighed in relief once Katsuo got inside and you finally decided to drive home... obviously after you made sure to answer Katsuo's call like you had told him to do so.

Only a few things made Bakugou genuinely nervous. You were number one on the list. He knew you so well and yet he couldn’t predict most of the things you did or said. But that nervousness was more of a giddy feeling. He felt like a schoolboy in love when he was around you.

But sitting at his son’s favorite park from when he was a kid getting ready to talk to his son about his mother made Bakugou’s palms sweat more than usual. 

“What’s this about, Tsuo?” Bakugou asked, leaning back on the bench Katsuo had chosen to sit at.

Katsuo looked up towards the small field of grass surrounding the park. There were a few families out and about and he was looking at one in particular. It was a father and a mother laid out on a picnic blanket, playing with their son who was toddler. The child’s giggling echoed through the park.

Katsuo sighed before starting, staring down at the dirt below his feet. “I know I probably shouldn’t be saying this ‘cause you’re my Dad and I shouldn’t tell you what to do…”

Bakugou nodded slowly, slightly confused. Katsuo looked over to him, making direct eye contact with his father. “Don’t hurt my mom.”

“What?” Bakugou asked, genuinely confused. Did he think Bakugou was abusing you? What the hell did he mean ‘hurt?’ “Tsuo, I’ve never put my hands on your ma, I–”

“I didn’t mean ‘hurt’ like that,” Katsuo clarified, shaking his head. He sighed again, looking down at the ground once more. He started fidgeting, his feet subconsciously tracing random lines in the dirt. “I know you guys are… together.”

Bakugou froze. He knew eventually he’d have to sit down and talk to the kids about his new rekindled relationship with you, but he expected for you to be sitting beside him. He didn’t expect his son to pull him aside in a park alone for this conversation.

Katsuo took Bakugou’s silence as confirmation. “I just… had a feeling. For a while. You guys weren’t really good at hiding it.”

Bakugou let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, that’s my bad.”

Katsuo smiled a little and then the smile disappeared as his expression became rigid again. “I know you love Mom. And I know Mom loves you. I’m not mad or upset you’re together, I’m actually… happy that you’re together again.”

Katsuo paused again and met his father’s gaze again. “But I can’t watch Mom go through what she went through with the divorce again. When you left, she cried so much and I had to watch and listen. Even when she thought Suki and I were asleep or not paying attention I knew when she’d cry. And I couldn't do anything to help her.”

Katsuo bit his lip as tears began to well in his eyes just thinking about the memories. The way he’d look into your room as a child when you didn’t notice and see you crouched on the floor, your back against the wall and your knees hugging your chest as you cried into your hands. He saw it everyday, listened to your muffled sobbing and watched as you would wake up the next day and interact with him and Suki like you were fine despite how red your eyes would be every morning.

Katsuo shook his head, sniffling and trying his best to prevent the tears from falling. “I don’t think I can handle it if you guys break up again. She’d cry so much. So… don’t hurt her.”

Bakugou swallowed, trying to hold it together. He saw himself in Katsuo all the time, especially as he got older. Katsuo didn’t like to cry in front of others, and he’d always get mad when he did. Little traits Katsuo possessed like that reminded Bakugou of his younger self constantly. And more than that, having to hear Katsuo open up about the despair you went through following the divorce and how Katsuo witnessed it all broke his heart in ways he’d never be able to explain in words. 

“I promise you, Tsuo,” Bakugou started as Katsuo rubbed his eyes. “I’m never gonna make Mom cry again, not like that. I’m never leavin’ her, I can’t. She means everything to me.”

Katsuo nodded with another sniffle. “She’s everything to me, too.”

“And I know I was a fuckin' idiot to leave her… I thought it was right at the time. But I’ve lived these years without her and I know that I can’t live without her so I’m not letting her go. Ever.” Bakugou smiled slightly. “And if the day ever comes that I do make her cry like that, you can be the one to put my ass in line.”

Katsuo let out a laugh and nodded in agreement. Bakugou clapped a hand onto Katsuo’s shoulder. “You’re a good kid. I’m proud of the person you’re becoming. And I want you to keep protectin’ your mom and Suki, too.”

Katsuo blushed slightly and nodded vigorously. “I will.”

Katsuo laughed before saying, “At first I thought Mom was dating Mr. Midoriya. So when I thought you guys were back together I got mad thinking Mom was cheating on him to get back together with you.”

Bakugou scoffed, recalling when he foolishly thought the same thing. “You and me both, kid. I’d fuckin’ kill Izuku if he was dating your mom.”

Katsuo laughed again and nodded. “Also,” Bakugou started. “Don’t tell your mom or Suki that you know. About me and her seeing each other. Mom wants to tell you both on her time and I don’t wanna ruin that for her.”

“I won’t tell them.”

Bakugou smiled and then cocked his head to the right. “Let’s get outta here. Suki’s probably losin' her mind.”

Katsuo rolled his eyes at the thought of his little sister and he and his father left the park.

Suki impatiently tapped her pencil against the table so much that you took the pencil from her hand and set it down. You and your daughter had been sitting at the table for over an hour now and she hadn’t completed a single math problem from her homework. “Suki, you’ve been distracted this whole time. What’s wrong?”

She propped her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. “I wonder what Tsuo and Dad are doing…”

“I wonder, too.”

“I’m worried about them,” Suki said quietly. “Tsuo used to ignore Dad whenever we went to his house and even when Dad tried to include him in things Tsuo would ignore him.”

“I know,” you said with a sigh. “But your brother’s been working on that and he’s been doing better.”

Suki nodded. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that, too.”

Before you could say anything else, the front door opened and both you and Suki averted your attention to the door. Bakugou and Katsuo walked in and they were laughing, making you and Suki appalled. 

“Then, after that he said something stupid. And it pissed me off ‘cause it was fucking annoying,” Katsuo said which made Bakugou laugh. 

“Katsuo!” You scolded from the dining table, watching as Katsuo and Bakugou took their coats and shoes off. 

“C’mon, it’s fine,” Bakugou said waving his hand in the air and you glared at him. Of course Bakugou didn’t care about the children swearing; they learned it all from him. 

Katsuo came in and dropped a bag of burgers and fries in front of Suki who was watching her older brother and her father carefully, her crimson eyes darting back and forth between the two. “When did you two become best friends?”

Katsuo took a finger and flicked her head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Suki clenched her teeth and punched him in the stomach as hard as she could, which sparked an argument between the two. During their altercation, Bakugou went into the kitchen to wash his hands and you followed him. 

“What was that about?” You asked softly, putting a hand to his shoulder. “What did you and Tsuo talk about?”

Bakugou shrugged as he dried his hands. “That’s between father and son.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so annoying.” You paused for a moment, looking over to Katsuo. “Is he okay?”

Bakugou turned to face you. “He’s fine. You worry way too much.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you.”

“Dad!” Suki exclaimed, jumping down from her chair as she ignored her brother mid-argument. “Are you staying for dinner?”

Katsuo glanced at you and Bakugou as Bakugou said, “Nah. I’ve got work later tonight. Have to do a night patrol.”

“What? You should’ve been sleeping instead, Dad. You should’ve told me,” Katsuo said, clearly feeling guilty.

“It’s fine. Was worth it ‘cause I got to spend time with you,” Bakugou responded, making Katsuo’s ears turn red. 

“I’ll see you guys later,” Bakugou said to you and the kids, giving you a smile. You nodded and Suki sighed, slumping back in her chair. 

As Bakugou left, Katsuo ran into the kitchen and grabbed you by the shoulders as he started leading you towards the door. “What? Katsuo, what are you doing!”

“You have to say bye to Dad outside. You know, just you and him,” Katsuo explained at a rapid pace.

You were beyond confused as you stood on your porch, dazed at what had just happened. “What was that about?” Suki asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Katsuo said, closing the door and peering out the window to make sure you went to Bakugou.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” Bakugou asked once he noticed you on the porch, where you still looked confused. He smirked. “What, you here to give me a goodbye kiss?”

You rolled your eyes, walking towards him. “You wish. Katsuo told me to say bye to you outside. I don’t know why he’d say that…”

“Really?” Bakugou asked with a smile. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to the back of his car by the trunk, wanting to be out of the kids’ line of vision. 

“I’m worried. I think Katsuo knows about us,” you said cautiously, looking back towards the front door. 

“Nah, there’s no way,” Bakugou said, reassuring you. He grabbed your chin and turned your head back so you were looking at him again. “But, would it be so bad if he did find out? We’ve been ‘seeing each other’ for a month.”

“No, but… a month isn’t that long. And I’m nervous,” you said quietly.

Bakugou had his arms around your waist, your hands planted against his chest. “I wasn’t lyin’ when I said you worry too damn much.”

“I can’t help it! I don’t want to do anything that’ll upset the kids,” you said softly.

“And how do you know us bein’ together will upset them?”

“I don’t know…” you muttered. 

Bakugou gave you a peck. “Then, relax, baby.” You sighed and gave him a nod. Maybe you were being dramatic and thinking too much about this. 

“I’ll see you Friday,” Bakugou said as he pulled away from you, plantng a kiss on your forehead. You nodded, standing away from his car as he got inside.

Every night when you’d bring the kids home, you’d all eat dinner as a family, you and Bakugou taking turns cooking but it usually ended with Bakugou pushing you out of the kitchen and ordering you to sit down. In return you would argue with him to sit down since he was the injured one. The exchange always made Suki giggle; she loved watching you two whether you were bickering or not. On the weekends, when the kids weren’t doing extracurriculars, schoolwork, or hanging out with their friends, the whole family would do at least one activity. Go to the movies, go bowling, go to the mall… whatever they wanted, you and Bakugou made sure they got it.

It felt like you were a whole, complete family again like you had been once upon a time. And you didn't realize how much you wanted this until you witnessed Bakugou making the kids laugh and interact with them in a way you hadn't seen since Katsuo was a child and when Suki was a baby.

That morning, you were packing your bag in your bedroom for the school day when Bakugou came out of your bathroom, already changed into casual clothes for the day. “Are you going to the agency today?” You asked, zipping your bag up.

“Nah I’m goin’ to the hospital,” he said, rolling his sleeves up.

“What? Why?” You walked up to him, immediately assessing him. “Are you in pain?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead. “I’m fine, stop worryin’. I’m gonna get this stupid fucking boot off.”

“What?! But it’s only been two weeks!”

“So? Doc said if I feel better I can go to the hospital and he’d look at it. And I feel better, a lot better. Probably ‘cause you were takin’ such good care of me,” he said with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist. “And if that bastard won’t take it off then I’ll threaten him. Dunno with what yet, probably violence.”

“You are insane, Katsuki,” you said, bewildered. Only he could get away with saying such an absurd statement and be completely normal about it. 

He chuckled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. “You should give me a good luck kiss. Y’know, to make sure things go well at the hospital.”

You looked over to your bedroom door. “But the kids–”

“The kids are in their rooms getting ready and your door’s closed, baby,” Bakugou chided gently, his eyes locked onto your lips. 

You paused for a moment before sighing and leaned up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. He smiled against your lips, holding you against him. He was the one to pull away first this time to your surprise. You knew Bakugou was trying his best to respect your wishes with the pace of your relationship. You gave him another peck.

“Let me know what the doctor says,” you said, to which he nodded. “And don’t scare him too much, please.”

Bakugou smirked as he opened your door. “I’m not promisin’ anything, sweetheart.”

When you and the kids got home after the school day, Bakugou still hadn’t returned. He had already texted you, informing you that he successfully got the boot off and didn’t have to threaten anyone, to your delight. He also said he was going to the agency right after and you called him a workaholic to which he vehemently disagreed with.

“Only one more month until summer break!” Suki cheered, tossing her bag onto the chair beside her. Her enthusiasm made you smile. 

“What’s gonna happen now that Dad’s boot is gone? Is he going back to his house?” Katsuo asked, sitting at the dining table.

You paused. “I didn’t think about that… but I suppose he will.”

“Aw, I wish he’d just stay with us,” Suki grumbled in disappointment, leaning her head on the table. “I like when we’re all together... like a family.”

You patted her hair down. “I know, me too, baby. But Dad probably wants to sleep in his own bed, not our couch.”

“And what’s gonna happen for the summer? Are we still doing the same rotation with you guys?” Katsuo questioned. Part of your custody agreement, during the kids’ summer break, you got the kids four days a week and Bakugou got them for three days. But that was what you did for the last eight years, the two of you following this agreement… but now things have obviously changed. 

But the kids didn’t know about this change.

“Well, of course. Why would things be any different this year?” You asked. 

“‘Cause obviously you guys are getting along better,” Katsuo stated matter-of-factly.

Suki nodded. “Mhm, and you aren’t awkward around each other. And you’ve been smiling around Dad and even smiling at him, Mom.”

Your face heated up, being slightly taken aback. “W-Well we’ve just worked some things out and we’re working together… as friends.”

“Friends?” Katsuo questioned and you nodded. 

Katsuo stayed silent for a few moments, before he let out a “Right…” Then he walked into his room.

Once Bakugou told you he was going to be at work longer than expected, you and the kids had dinner without him. You continued your nightly routine with them: cooking and eating dinner, helping them with their homework when they needed your help, and cleaning up for the night. The kids had already gone to bed at that point.

You set aside a plate for Bakugou and as you were washing the dishes, you heard the door open. You leaned your head out the open archway, smiling when you saw Bakugou walk in, looking exhausted as usual. 

He walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter beside you. “Fuck, I’m beat.”

You dried your hands after finishing with the dishes. “How’s your leg?”

“It’s fine,” Bakugou said, extending his foot out and moving it around to show you. “All better.”

You shook your head. “I can’t believe you got rid of the boot after two weeks.”

Bakugou shrugged. He looked to his right and noticed the plate of food you had seran wrapped for him to eat once he got home. “You didn’t have to make me a plate, baby.”

“Well I know when you’re working late you usually just go to bed on an empty stomach.”

Bakugou smiled, turning to you. “Yeah and you’d get pissed at me and make me sit and eat.”

“Of course I would!” You exclaimed, turning back around and cleaning the sink. "You can't work all day and not eat anything, Kats, it's not healthy."

Bakugou seemingly ignored your scolding and looked over to the dining table, saw that the kids were in bed, and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.  

You were taken aback as Bakugou leaned forward and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “The kids–”

“Are in bed and it's late,” Bakugou finished for you. 

You sighed, turning around to face him and he tightened his grip around your waist. “You know, I had a long day today,” Bakugou started, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours. “It’d be nice if I got a little reward for my hard work.”

You rolled your eyes. The man loved to be dramatic. You peered over to make sure the kids’ rooms were in fact closed before leaning up and kissing him. He smiled and pulled you even closer, your chest pressing against his torso and your fingers laced into his hair.

You made sure to be as quiet as possible, not wanting the kids to hear you making out with their father. And Bakugou did the same, his hands gripping your waist as his lips gently moved against yours.  

Bakugou pulled away, smiling down at you. He kissed you once again, pressing his forehead to yours once again. “God, I wish I could sleep with you. Been dyin’ to sleep in your arms,” he mumbled against your lips.

You hummed, brushing back a few stray hairs from his forehead. “Me too, baby.”

Bakugou sighed, pulling away from you and he looked like he was in physical pain as he did. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Kats.”

The next morning, Bakugou told you and the kids that he was going back to his house. Bakugou had just packed his bags into his car and you and the kids stood by the door, despondently watching as he got ready to leave.

“Well, thanks for lettin' me stay with you guys,” Bakugou said to the kids.

Suki pouted, shaking her head. “Just keep staying with us, Dad! You don’t have to leave!”

Bakugou’s gaze met yours and then he smiled at his daughter. “Sorry, baby. I’ll visit sometime and we can have dinner together.” He ruffled her hair and Suki just mumbled under her breath.

You and Suki waved as Bakugou walked towards his car. “Alright, come on, we’ve got to get to school,” you ushered the kids, eyeing your watch and knowing you'd be late if you didn't get them out the door soon.

You and Suki turned around to grab your things, and Katsuo kept watching Bakugou, lingering by the doorway. “One sec, Mom,” Katsuo said and he walked outside, following his father before you could react.

“Dad,” Katsuo called out as Bakugou put one more bag into his trunk.

Bakugou looked up, shocked to see Katsuo. “Tsuo, what's wrong?”

“Are you busy today after school?” Katsuo asked.

Bakugou contemplated for a moment, remembering his schedule. “Nah, I don’t think so. Why?”

The broken bed frame had also scraped your wooden flooring and with the old bed frame tossed in the trash, your mattress was now going to be directly on the floor for the next few days. You just had to make sure the kids didn’t go into your room and ask any unnecessary questions.

From the moment you picked the kids up to when you got home, Suki couldn’t stop gushing about how much fun she had on the trip. There weren’t many opportunities for the lower grades to go on trips like this so she was giddy from the experience. Katsuo on the other hand had gone on this trip every year for five years now and he was over it, thankful that this was his last year at the school.

You helped the kids with their bags and set them in the living room. “What did you do, Mom? When we were gone?” Katsuo asked. 

“Yeah!” Suki quipped. “Did you do anything fun? Auntie Mina said she’s trying to get you to go on a date!”

You and Katsuo choked on your breaths. You made a mental note to never let Mina around your children unsupervised again. 

“N-No, nothing like that, sweetie. I just… watched a movie and then went to bed,” you said as smoothly as you could. Your lying was always subpar and you knew the kids would detect your lie from a mile away so you spoke slowly to prevent yourself from nervously rambling. And you weren’t exactly lying; you had watched a movie and you had gone to bed afterwards.

Suki frowned, all of her previous excitement vanishing. “That sounds lonely…” She ran up to you and gave you a comforting hug, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

You laughed, patting her hair down. “No, it was fine. It was nice to relax and do nothing.”

“But you were all alone, Mom,” Katsuo said, a similar frown on his face. “Maybe we shouldn’t have gone on the trip.”

“No, don’t say that. I want you guys to have fun and go on your trips and hang out with your friends without having to worry about me. I promise I’m fine,” you said, with a genuine smile. What did you do to deserve such sweet, understanding children?

Katsuo nodded and then looked over your shoulder towards the dining table, his brows furrowing. "Who got you flowers?"

You froze and then cleared your throat as Suki pulled away from you and gasped at the sight of the roses. "They're so pretty!" She exclaimed, running over to the table and inhaling the flowers.

"Oh, I went grocery shopping and they were on sale," you said, lying straight through your teeth. There was no way you could tell them Bakugou had bought them for you.

Katsuo nodded slowly, and grabbed his bag to bring it to his room. "Well, I love them, Mom!" Suki said with a smile and you let out a sigh of relief, glad that they didn't question you further.

The rest of the weekend passed as well as half of the school week. Bakugou had another work mission so the kids stayed with you following their trip. Despite how busy he was, he constantly texted you, asking how you and the kids were doing, whether you’d eaten that day, what other pro heroes pissed him off that day… he was never a big texter so this took you by surprise.

But you loved it. 

And despite the fact that you had told him you wanted to go slow with this new… step in your relationship, you couldn’t lie: you missed him so much and wanted to see him after not being around him for five days. 

There was also a part of you that felt like getting back into a relationship with your ex-husband and the father of your children was stupid and would end poorly, most likely blowing up in your face. But a large part of you didn’t want to dwell on that. You were tired of second guessing the what ifs and you just wanted to be happy. This was the happiest you’d been in a while. 

Although Bakugou had spammed you with texts and updates these last few days when you hadn’t seen each other, starting from 5 A.M. when he woke up and till 8 P.M. when he fell asleep, you didn’t receive any updates at all that morning.

You had your phone in your hand, frowning as you sat at your desk and waited for your students to come in for class. Just as you contemplated sending Bakugou a text, Mina’s caller ID popped up. She never called you during school hours. 

“Hey, Mina,” you said into your phone. “You never call at this time.”

“Yeah, and there’s a reason why I’m calling now. I’m sorry I know you’re at school,” Mina started.

“Don’t worry about that, the kids haven’t gotten here yet. What’s wrong?”

“Okay, so calm down when I say this,” Mina said with a pause. “Katsuki’s in the hospital.”

You nearly fell back in your chair. “What?! What do you mean he’s in the hospital?!”

“We had a mission together, which by the way he yelled at me for getting you those condoms so I will be getting answers later about that ‘cause why does he know about that and how did he find out. Anyways he’s fine. The doctor just left and I knew he wasn’t going to tell you anything ‘cause he didn’t want you to worry but I knew you’d kill me if I didn’t tell you,” Mina rambled. 

“What hospital is he at?”

“I’ll text it to you,” Mina said and you quickly said goodbye and hung up.

Grabbing your bag and your keys, you ran over to the next door first grade class. You nearly scared your co-worker with how fast you entered her room. “Oh! Y/N! What’s wrong, you look… troubled,” Misaki said with furrowed brows. 

“An emergency came up. Can you watch my class today?” You asked frantically.

Misaki nodded, concern written on her face. “Yes, of course! Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

“Thank you, you’re the best. I owe you dinner for this!” You called out behind you as you ran out of the building.

Bakugou groaned in annoyance once the doctor left, giving him the last of the instructions on how to take care of his leg. He was pissed he had fallen and fractured his foot after a villain had thrown a civilian out the window. It wasn't that Bakugou didn’t think about how high up he was in the building when he jumped out the window to grab the hostage, it was the fact that he didn’t have enough time to balance holding a civilian and also think about sticking the landing. And the fall was… pretty bad. Fortunately the civilian was unscathed but Bakugou couldn’t say the same for himself.

The doctor had just finished assessing his foot, determining that it was fractured and advised him to keep a boot on it for a few weeks. And now he was sitting in the hospital with a stupid fuck ass boot that he wanted to just rip off and chuck off of a roof. 

He also knew he had to tell you what had happened as well. Bakugou was well aware of how much he was blowing up your phone these past five days but he just wanted to have any form of contact with you while he was away. He figured you didn’t care for his messages but he still sent them anyway so he also figured you wouldn’t find out about his foot due to his lack of messages that morning.

Which was why he was shocked when you ran into the room, a frantic and panicked expression on your face. You let out a breath of relief after seeing him. “Are you okay?!” 

Bakugou blinked a few times, stunned that you had found out and had come to the hospital just to see him. “Yeah… I’m fine.”

You dropped your bag at the foot of his bed and went around the bed to look at his foot. “What happened? How long did the doctor say you have to keep the boot on? Are you in any pain–”

“Slow down, baby,” Bakugou said with a laugh, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him so you sat down beside him. “I just took a fall, nothin’ crazy. Doc said I have to keep it for a few weeks. And it doesn’t hurt… well not that much but I’ll live. You know I’ve been through worse.”

You nodded slowly. He had literally been resurrected before for crying out loud and his body bore the scars to prove it. 

Bakugou smiled, and despite how concerned you looked you also looked so damn adorable sitting there next to him like he was on his deathbed. You were pulling on his heart strings just by being there. 

Then he saw you were in your slacks and a nice button up tan coat and boots, and then he remembered what day it was. “Did you leave work for this?”

“Of course I did!” You exclaimed, your concern turning into annoyance. “Mina called me and said you were in the hospital and I was so worried! Why didn’t you tell me what happened!”

Bakugou bit back a smile, knowing you’d get even more pissed off if he was grinning while you were upset. Despite the circumstances, he loved every bit of attention you were giving him. “Didn’t wanna worry you. And I’m all good, see?” He lifted his booted leg. “I’ll be fine, Y/N, you don’t have to worry.”

You sighed. “You have to tell me when these things happen. I don’t want to just find out hours later.”

Bakugou smirked, leaning towards you. “You’re actin’ all worried like you’re my girl.”

“I am your girl–” You paused and Bakugou's smirk widened even more. He knew you hadn’t put any labels on the relationship you two had rekindled and he didn’t exactly know where ‘taking it slow’ put you two at. “I can act worried. You’re the father of my kids.”

Bakugou hummed. “Mm, right.” It didn’t matter what you said anymore; you had admitted what he wanted to hear: you were his girl again.

You cleared your throat. “Are you going home now?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou said. “They wanted me to stay the night but I didn’t wanna so I’m leavin’.”

“Stay with me. While your foot heals,” you said, holding his hand.

Bakugou’s breath hitched in his throat. Even a touch and gesture as simple as holding his hand made him want you. It didn’t matter what you did, Bakugou always needed you.

“Like at your house? With the kids?” You nodded. “Baby, I’m fine. You don’t have to take care of me–”

“But I want to, Katsuki,” you insisted. Bakugou knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He was stubborn about everything but when it came to things like this you were even more stubborn if that was even possible. “You can’t even go to work like this. So just stay with me and the kids. I don’t want you home alone by yourself like this.”

Bakugou scanned your face and he knew he couldn’t say no to you. The mother of his children, the woman who gave him a purpose for so long and continues to… he’d never say no to you no matter what it was. And the way you looked at him with your eyes pleading for him to say yes, he just wanted to grab you and kiss you and fuck you into that hospital bed like it was his last day on Earth. But he reminded himself that you wanted to go slow, and he was going to respect that… as best as he could. 

“Okay. I’ll stay with you,” he gave in and your face broke out in a grin and you leaned in and kissed his cheek. Even a kiss on the cheek from you had him blushing like an idiot. 

“Come on, I’ll drive you home and help you pack your things,” you said, standing and stretching your arms out to him to help him up. As if you could lift his heavy ass body up but he humored you, holding your hands and standing. 

He winced slightly, hoping you hadn’t noticed, as he put weight on his fractured foot. The doctor did say it would hurt for the first few weeks. Even if Bakugou had broken his limbs so many times when he was a teenager, even before becoming a pro hero, it had been many years since he had been injured like this. He always made sure to take care of his body, not wanting to go through the extensive physical therapy he had to undergo to prevent his right arm from being amputated all those years ago. 

You grabbed your bag and held his hand, looking up at him as you both walked out of the room. He knew you were gauging his expression to see if he was in any pain so Bakugou did his best to make sure any pain he was feeling didn’t reflect on his face. 

“Y/N, I can pack my own things,” Bakugou huffed, watching as you started folding his clothes into his duffle bag. 

“Just sit there for once, Katsuki. I can do this on my own,” you said, not even looking over at him as you pulled a few shirts off of the hangers in his closet. 

Bakugou sighed leaning back on his bed as he continued to watch you. After packing the majority of his clothes, you went over to his dresser. Even after all these years, you knew exactly where and how he organized all his clothes. He didn’t have to tell you where anything was.

“Which boxers did you want to bring?” You asked, turning around to face him.

Bakugou smirked. “Whatever ones you like.”

Bakugou watched as you paused and he knew your face was burning up and he let out a laugh. “You’re so stupid,” you grumbled, turning back around and grabbing random boxers and throwing them into the duffle, not even bothering to neatly fold them. 

After packing his toiletries, you hoisted the duffle onto his bed, and you shuffled some things around to create some space for anything else Bakugou would need. And he watched you the whole time.

You glanced at him for a moment. “Why do you keep staring at me?” You asked, zipping the duffle up.

Bakugou shrugged lazily. “Just thinkin’ about how I got so lucky to have you back in my life again.”

You bit your lip nervously. But you quickly regained composure. “You know, we’re not officially together.”

If Bakugou was standing he would’ve fallen backwards on his ass. “What?! The fuck do you mean we’re not together? Then what are we?”

“We’re… seeing each other.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Of course you would make this more complicated than it needed to be. 

You stood in front of him, in between his legs and cupped his face in your hands. Bakugou wrapped an arm around your waist as he looked up at you. “Do I need to remind you that you wanted to go at my pace?”

“I know I did but I didn’t know we were gonna go to square fucking one.”

You pulled away from him and sat beside him. “We have to go to square one if this is going to work. We have to start all over again, Kats.”

Bakugou looked back at you. He knew he didn’t deserve to have any say in how you wanted to go about your new restarted relationship since he was the reason why your first go ended poorly. But it was so hard to pretend like he hadn’t seen every part of you, both your body and your mind, every time he was around you. He’d known you since he was eighteen; nobody knew him better than you. So how the hell was he going to go back to square one like you two were teenagers again and only casually started seeing each other for a few months?

“Fine,” Bakugou said, leaning back on his hands propped up on the bed behind him.

“Don’t make that face,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“I’m not makin’ a face,” Bakugou said, looking off to the side. “Just mad I can’t hold you or kiss you,” he grumbled.

“Think about our first kiss. You didn’t kiss me until our fifth date. You were the one taking things slow back then so this shouldn’t be impossible,” you said.

“That shit’s different. I was a stupid ass eighteen-year-old and I was nervous as fuck every time I was around you.”

“Oh, so you’re not nervous around me now?” You asked, your tone full of humor.

Bakugou avoided eye contact with you. “That’s not the point.”

You laughed, inching closer to him. “I’m just teasing, baby. We don’t have to pretend like we need to have a first kiss or anything. We can still kiss and you can still hold me but for now I want it on my terms. Or if you ask nicely,” you teased. “And no sex.”

Bakugou sighed, processing everything. “Okay.” He waited a moment before he looked back at you and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“I didn’t mean right away.”

“You just said if I ask nicely I can kiss you,” Bakugou said matter-of-factly. 

You shook your head, stifling a laugh. “You’re impossible.” He looked at you expectantly and he knew in times like this, you were the one who couldn’t say ‘no.’

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

Bakugou had to hold back the urge to grab you and prop you up on his lap. Slow, he reminded himself mentally. So he leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you as he planted his lips over yours. Your lips were so soft and moist with whatever lip gloss you had applied that morning before work.

As his lips moved against yours, you held his face in your hands and Bakugou’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to him so your body pressed against his. And just as his tongue went into your mouth, and you let it happen for a few seconds, it was like you came to and pulled away. Bakugou bit back an annoyed groan.

“Okay, we definitely didn’t have our tongues down each others throats when we first started dating,” you said, a smile dancing on your lips.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I know. Only ‘cause I was too pussy to do anything with you back then.”

You laughed, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “Come on. I’ll drop you off at home and then I need to pick the kids up.”

You waved at the kids as they approached your car in the school parking lot. “Did you leave school? That other first grade teacher said to meet you here,” Katsuo said, slightly concerned.

You opened the door for Suki to sit in the back as Katsuo took a seat on the passenger’s side and you got into the driver's seat. “Yeah, something came up.” You paused to back out of the parking lot before saying, “Dad’s going to be staying with us for a little bit.”

“What?!” Both Suki and Katsuo exclaimed, Suki saying it with more excitement and Katsuo asking in confusion. 

“He fractured his foot on a mission and he has a boot on. I… didn’t want him staying at his place all alone for the next few weeks so I offered to let him stay with us,” you explained. 

Suki clapped her hands three times. “That’s so exciting! Well, not that Dad broke his foot, but I can’t wait to have Dad home!”

You smiled at her through the rear view mirror. You stole a glance at your son. “Tsuo?”

“Yeah… that’s fine,” he mumbled.

When you got home, Bakugou had left. He texted you saying that Kirishima had come to pick him up to bring him to the agency to fill out some paperwork pertaining to the mission he just returned from. He also complained that he couldn’t drive since his ‘driving foot’ got injured and he hated being carried around. You knew he was saying all this so you’d console him, which you did.

The kids went to bed and you finished cleaning up and waited for Bakugou to get back, grading some tests while you waited. And since first grade tests were not complicated and didn’t need to be graded harshly, it did not take long.

Finally the door opened and Bakugou entered, exhaustion written all over his face. He glanced at you on the sofa. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

You shrugged, getting up and taking his work bag from his hands. “I wanted to,” you said simply. “But I should head to bed soon.”

Bakugou nodded, plopping down onto the couch with a groan. “I’ll sleep on the couch while I’m here.”

“What? No, you’re injured, Kats. Sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch,” you said, shaking your head.

Bakugou scoffed. “Y/N, I’m okay with you lettin’ me stay here and takin’ care of me but there’s no way in hell I’m lettin’ you sleep on the couch for me.”

“But–”

“I mean it,” Bakugou said, proceeding to lie down. “I’m fine. It’s comfy.”

You sighed, going into your room to put his work bag with his other bags he had brought for his stay. You grabbed some extra pillows and a blanket and walked over to the living room, instructing him to lift his head so you could put the pillow beneath him. You even brought a pillow for his leg, which he said was unnecessary but you just ignored him, continuing to slide the pillow under his boot.

As you laid the blanket over him, Bakugou grumbled, “Would be easier if we slept together.”

You just gave him a look. “I’m jokin’, I’m jokin’.” Bakugou insisted, waving his hand in the air. You knew he wasn’t joking at all. 

“I’d rather you sleep with me, too. But the kids can’t know about us yet,” you said quietly. “I don’t want them to find out about us by seeing you in my bed.”

Bakugou sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know I don’t want that either.”

You smiled softly at him, leaning down and giving him a peck to which he nearly grinned at. “Let me know if you need anything, Kats. Good night.”

Before Bakugou came over, you immediately cleaned the house top to bottom, not sparing a single piece of dust. Afterwards, you showered, spending a lot longer than normal to clean yourself. Not for a particular reason, you convinced yourself, you just really cared about cleanliness, especially for that night. 

You had contemplated what to wear for way too long. There was no point in dressing up, it was still your home, but you couldn’t just lounge around in your pajamas. After some deliberating, you settled with a cardigan and jeans before you racked your brain too much about such a trivial thing. 

When the doorbell rang, you inhaled and exhaled before answering the door. When you opened the door, Bakugou stood on your porch, a lazy smile on his lips once he saw you. He was wearing his usual black T-shirt and black pants but he looked more put together in a way. And he got a haircut. 

In one hand he had a bag of groceries and his other hand was behind his back. He brought his arm out in front of him and revealed a bouquet of roses and handed them to you. You gasped. “Katsuki, you didn’t have to!”

He shrugged as he walked inside, closing the door behind him and slipping his shoes off. “You’ve always loved roses so I got 'em.” He paused. “You still like ‘em, right?”

You held back a laugh and nodded, going to the dining table to grab the empty vase that had sat in the middle of the table for so many years and put the roses inside. You couldn’t recall the last time someone had gotten you flowers. And the last person to get you flowers was most definitely Bakugou.

“Fuck, it’s freezing in here,” Bakugou commented as he followed you into the kitchen.

“I know. The thermostat’s stuck at the same temperature this morning and it won’t change,” you said with an annoyed sigh.

“I’ll call a guy tomorrow to come take a look at it.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s okay I can call someone. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” Bakugou insisted. “Let me do this for you, Y/N.”

You looked up at him and you knew regardless of what you said, a maintenance person would be at your doorstep bright and early tomorrow. “Okay.”

Bakugou smiled triumphantly and set the groceries on the counter. “Alright. Now get outta here so I can make dinner.”

“Wait, let me help–”

“No, Y/N. Just sit down for once,” Bakugou said, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you to sit at the dining table. 

You scoffed as he washed his hands at the sink. “You’re impossible.”

He smirked and turned his attention back to the groceries.

Watching Bakugou cook dinner was interesting to say the least. It was like you were promised a dinner and a show, and not just from the way his biceps bulged out of his shirt as he cooked. You were convinced he was playing up his cooking skills, with his dramatic flipping of the pan and the way he peered over to you every now and then, and you were also convinced he wore a tight shirt so you would keep staring at him. Not that you were complaining; at least you didn’t have to cook and you got to watch him.

He cooked your favorite dish and you didn’t even realize it until he set your plate in front of you. Even after all this time, he still remembered every little detail about you. You made sure to praise him for his cooking like you always did. Of course he had to be good at everything, refusing to be decent in anything he did. Especially not when he was cooking for you of all people.

By the time you both finished eating, Bakugou suggested watching a movie. He didn’t want the night to end and he sure as hell didn’t want to go back home all alone. He wasn’t sure how you felt but he wanted nothing more than to be in your company for as long as he could so he was relieved when you agreed. 

Bakugou didn’t care what you put on the TV, he just wanted, needed to be near you.

So as whatever movie you chose started playing, Bakugou leaned back on your couch, crossing his arms over his chest. Fuck it was so cold. How long were you freezing like this and when were you going to tell him?

He kept sneaking glances at you throughout the movie and he saw how you were fixated on the movie, enamored by whatever it was you had put on the screen. Or so he thought.

You were actually hyper aware about how close he was beside you. The broken thermostat made it freezing and you didn’t realize you were shaking until you subconsciously kept inching towards Bakugou, who’s warmth practically radiated off his body.

And Bakugou noticed it, too. He glanced down at you, noticing the way your body shook slightly and how you flinched occasionally as a shiver went down your spine. “Come ‘ere,” he said.

Your attention was snapped away from the TV as you looked up at him, convinced you had misheard him. “What?”

“You’re shaking, Y/N,” Bakugou commented, looking down your body. He outstretched an arm to you. “So come ‘ere.”

There was an internal dilemma going on in your head. Since he had come to your house, you wanted nothing more than to sink into those arms and have them wrapped around you. God, did you want that. But despite his apologies and your reconciliation, you couldn’t help but think about everything that had gone wrong between the two of you.

But none of that mattered right now. You were going to be in this man’s arms.

You slid closer to him and Bakugou bit back a grin as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him and Bakugou had to hold back the urge to nuzzle his head into your neck to inhale the citrus and jasmine scent you always had on your skin. Fuck, you were ice cold under his touch.

“Reminds me of that time my heater was busted in my first apartment and you were shakin’ like a leaf and clingin’ to me the whole time,” Bakugou said, smiling at the memory. 

You snorted. “Yeah, only because you kept insisting on having me over and then forgot to tell me that your heater was broken. You didn’t realize because you’re like a walking sauna.” You'd never forget that day, not just because of how comical the situation was but because that night was the first time you and Bakugou had sex.

A few beats passed and you looked up at him. “Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

He looked down at you, his heart skipping a beat once he registered just how close you were to him. His palms felt sweaty and he had to resist the urge to wipe them down on his pants. Because there was no way in hell he was removing his arm from around you. 

Bakugou just nodded. “Anytime.”

At that point you had no idea what was happening in the movie but you refused to admit that. Who knew what was going on in Bakugou’s head but you knew one thing for sure: you wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and kiss him until your lips went numb.

And of course Bakugou was thinking the same thing. You smelled so fucking good and your skin was so soft under his touch, his fingers brushing the exposed skin on your hips as your cardigan rode up. He had to remind himself to calm down and breathe slowly, because if he focused on how much your body was pressed against his, his dick would be rigid more than he could handle. 

And he was convinced he wanted you more than you could ever want him. Why would you want him after what he did to you? No amount of apologizing would ever make that up.

But you didn’t care about that at that time. You knew at that moment you just wanted him.

The movie slowed down to a cliche with the two main characters standing in the rain. The male lead went on a monologue, expressing how much he loved the female lead and how he knew he had fucked up. And as he continued to spew how much he loved the female lead and how he couldn't live without her, your heart began to hammer rapidly against your chest. He begged and begged for a second chance.

Upon hearing his words, your body froze. You slowly turned your head up to sneak a look at Bakugou, who’s eyes had widened slightly after he paid attention to the movie for the first time. 

He met your gaze and you watched as his eyes flicked from your own and down to your lips. You watched him swallow before whispering, “Sorry. Can’t hold back anymore.”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips met yours and you gasped into his mouth. His arm had tightened around you, turning you to him, and his other hand cupped your cheek. 

Bakugou pulled away for a moment, his heart beating out of his chest. You were stunned, your lips parted and your eyes dilated. Fuck, he fucked this all up.

“Y/N, I know you don’t want me anymore but–”

“Who the hell said I didn’t want you?” You uttered so fast and breathless and you grabbed Bakugou’s face pulling him back to you.

Bakugou felt the heaviest weight off his shoulders and his body melted into yours. Your lips moved against his so fast like you were both starving for each other. To be fair, you both were starving for each other.

Bakugou imagined what his first kiss with you would’ve been like following the divorce. He always dreamed about being in your arms again and he vowed to kiss you gingerly and gently, like you deserved.

But in that moment, all of those sentiments burned from his mind. He’s wanted this for so many years and his desire translated in the way he was holding you. 

You inserted your tongue into his mouth and he tasted like the peppermint he had eaten after dinner and the cherry chapstick you had put on before the movie. As your tongues brushed against each other, Bakugou let out a guttural moan in your mouth.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist and hoisted you up onto his lap. You slid your legs on either side of him and he had to pull himself back from pinning you down onto the couch when you ground your hips into his. You smiled against his lips when you felt his dick harden beneath you and you were throbbing so much you needed friction against your clit to relieve yourself, your hips rocking back forth against him. 

You almost groaned in irritation when Bakugou pulled away from you. His skin was flushed and he was panting heavily, his lips swollen. You were sure you looked the same. “Is this what you want, baby?” He looked concerned, his eyes searching your face for any sign of regret or hesitation.

In that moment you could’ve melted like putty in his hands just from him calling you ‘baby.’ But you rolled your eyes, feeling impatient as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you so your lips ghosted his. “Just shut up and fuck me, Katsuki.”

Bakugou almost choked on his breath. In the past, he was always the vulgar one, whispering the nastiest things to you while he pounded his dick into you who was a moaning mess under him. 

But you had suppressed these pent up emotions for so long and you didn’t want to keep suppressing them. So he didn’t hesitate for a second. “Yes, ma’am.”

His lips latched back onto yours and you moaned into his mouth as he slipped your cardigan off, leaving you in your black tank top you had on underneath. You clutched his shirt up from the hem, the fabric balled in your fists as you slipped it off his body as well. 

His body was so warm under your touch and your tits were pressed against his chest. He flipped you over to the side, your back laying against the couch and just as his hands went down to fumble with the button of your jeans, you let out a, “Wait!”

Bakugou froze, pulling away from your lips. He was scared out of his mind that he had done something wrong. 

You shook your head urgently. “Not here. Kids sit on the couch. In my room,” you said in between breaths.

Bakugou let out a sigh of relief and he scooped you up into his arms and you hooked your legs around his waist as he carried you over to your room using one arm to hold you against him. Bakugou kneed the coffee table out of the way and he nearly kicked your door down, not bothering to close it. It didn’t matter; you were home alone after all.

He nearly threw you down onto the bed impatiently, your old bed frame creaking from the sudden movement. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him so you were lying on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side. Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans and you cursed at yourself for not wearing something easier to rip off.

Bakugou grew impatient with you and he nearly popped the button off, sliding your jeans off your legs. His body hovered over yours as he held himself up with his elbows. His lips caressed your neck and you bit your lip to hold back a moan that you failed to hold back. 

His lips peppered kisses and licked and sucked on your skin and you felt like you were going to implode. “Shit, Katsuki.”

You hooked your legs around his waist, and ground your hips into his, your panties soaked and leaving wet patches on his pants.

“God, fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna make me come in my fuckin’ pants,” Bakugou grunted, his lips hovering yours again.

“Then hurry up and fuck me,” you whined.

Bakugou let out a breathless laugh. “Not yet, baby. Need to taste you first.”

Your mouth went dry and you gasped as his fingers went down and rubbed circles against your clit, over your panties. Bakugou was eating up your reaction, the way your brows scrunched together, your eyes closing, and your lips parting and letting out the sweetest sounds that could make Bakugou come in an instant. 

“Do something, please, Kats. I-I can’t take it anymore,” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

Bakugou tore at your panties when you called him his old nickname you gave him since the moment you met him. It pissed him off when he finally met Mina’s new friend she kept gushing to him about. He was irritated at how bubbly and sweet you were and how close you got to him. But back then he kept telling himself you annoyed him and he couldn’t stand you so he didn’t have to address his blatant attraction to you. But in that moment he missed hearing that name more than anything.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, sinking two fingers into your pussy. He didn’t have the patience to stretch you out slowly, finger by finger. He needed you now.

“Oh my god,” you said in a gasp as his fingers undulated in a speed that made your toes curl. 

Bakugou watched as you melted in his arms, gripping his biceps as you became a whimpering mess that made him want to go feral. He had to hold it together but goddammit you made it so hard.

The sound of your pussy squelching against his fingers and your moans flooded his ears and he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I need to taste you. ‘M gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you want to complain but any complaints you were about to let out got caught in your throat as his lips sucked on your clit. 

“Oh my– shit!” you moaned, fisting your bedsheets in your hands. His hands went up and grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him as he knelt in front of the bed, his head buried in between your thighs. He laid your legs over his shoulders and he slid his tongue in your entrance and you bit your tongue. 

Bakugou remembered every way your body reacted to his touch, knew exactly where to touch you to leave you as a whining, wet mess. 

“Taste so good, baby,” Bakugou praised against your pussy. “Even better than I remember.”

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and he moaned as you tugged on his hair, sending vibrations all over your body as he continued to suck your clit. 

“Kats, I-I can’t– I need to–” You stuttered, your eyes squeezing shut as you saw stars. Your hips ground into his mouth and you nearly screamed when he inserted his fingers back into your pussy, hitting that sweet spot that he always knew exactly how to find. 

“Let go, baby, come on my mouth.” And that was all you needed as your orgasm reached its peak and you did as you were told came on his tongue. And Bakugou lapped it up like he had been needing this for years… which he did. 

Your hands went limp and your toes uncurled, your chest rising and falling as you attempted to catch your breath. He was still just as good at giving head as you remembered. Maybe even better. 

“You okay?” Bakugou asked, rising from between your legs and you weakly nodded. You couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm that rough and intense and your legs and pussy felt like jelly. 

You tilted your head, looking up at him. His lips, nose, and chin were glistening with your come and when your gaze traveled down, his dick was straining against his pants.

You bit your lip at the sight, reaching up to unbutton his pants. He grabbed your hand, hovering over you. “I-I don’t have any condoms. Don’t wanna fuck without ‘em.”

You groaned, pointing to your nightstand. “In the drawer. Grab some.”

Bakugou’s heart nearly stopped. You hadn’t had sex with him in eight years so either those were very old condoms or…

You rolled your eyes when you saw he was in his head. “Mina got them for me to convince me to get laid last year. I never used any of them so stop overthinking and fuck me before I kick you out.”

Bakugou couldn’t hold back the smirk that crept up his face. You’d never been this needy and insatiable, usually he was the one all over you so he was enjoying this way more than he should have. There was also a sense of relief that washed over his body. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with you, he just didn’t want to imagine any other person enjoying you in the way he was in that moment. And selfishly he wanted you all to himself. 

Little did he know, even if you wanted to have sex with anybody else, you’d just imagine they were him. ‘Cause no one fucks like Bakugou.

Bakugou grabbed a condom, his eyes nearly bulging out at the sheer amount of condoms in your drawer. He reminded himself to yell at Mina the next time he saw her. 

Bakugou bit back a laugh, knowing better than to laugh in your face, when he heard you whine as he deliberately took his time taking his pants and boxers off and sliding the condom on. He enjoyed watching you squirm, showing him exactly how much you needed him.

He maneuvered your body up the bed so you were in the middle of the mattress against your pillows. You both tossed the decorative pillows you had lying around to the floor and he hovered over you, his dick pressed against your pussy. He felt his knees shake as he hovered over you. God, he’d dreamed about this moment and he dreamed about fucking you until he came over and over again. That’s why he knew to make you orgasm first; ‘cause he had a feeling this was going to be over quick. There was no way he was going to last long after eight years of not fucking. 

You pulled your tank top off, grumbling when you struggled to unclasp your bra. Bakugou dipped his arm behind you and took it off with ease, tossing it to the side without a second glance. You narrowed your eyes at him. “You were a little too good at that.”

Bakugou smirked, his face hovering a few inches from yours. “You jealous, baby?”

You rolled your eyes as he adjusted himself. “You wish, you asshole.” 

He knelt down and kissed down your neck, then his lips latched onto your left nipple while his hands cupped your breast and twisted your other nipple. You gasped, “G-Give me a warning next time!”

He hummed. “Nah, I like you like this.”

Bakugou pulled away from your tits, his cock subconsciously rubbing in between your folds. He froze when he looked down at your side.

For a man whose body was littered with scars he looked at the scar on your side in anguish. It was the same scar you got when that villain attacked your home. The villain attack that sent Bakugou on a self-deprecating, self-sabotaging spiral all those years ago that led to your divorce.

You recognized the minute he looked at your scar what thoughts were spiraling in his mind and you reached up and pushed his chin up so he was looking at you. 

“It’s not your fault, Kats,” you whispered and Bakugou smiled softly at you.

He hovered back over you, his cock lining up with your entrance. His hand went down and caressed your face. “I love you, Y/N.” You bit your lip to hold back a sob. “Always have. Can’t live without you.”

You grabbed his face and kissed him, hooking your legs around his waist. He grabbed the base of his cock and slowly sunk inside of you.

You both let out a moan, your legs tightening around him and Bakugou gripped your headboard for stability. 

“God fucking dammit,” Bakugou groaned as he felt you clench around his cock and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked down at you. You were so beautiful even as your hair stuck to your forehead from sweating and as you panted to catch your breath. He didn’t know what he deserved to have you back in his life like this. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, your lips quivering and tears stinging your eyes. You forgot how good it felt to have his cock in you. “M-Move, Kats, please.”

Bakugou wanted to go slow, for both yours and his sake. He was holding on by a thread and the minute he started fucking you he knew he’d come in minutes. But with the way you were begging for him to move… well of course he had to oblige.

The first snap of Bakugou’s hips jolted you, so much so that your toes curled. You needed stability as he rammed his cock in and out and you gripped onto his back, your nails raking down his skin.

He nuzzled his head into your neck and your bodies were so close together as if you’d always been one person. 

“Fuck, c-can’t hold back anymore,” Bakugou grunted, and he gripped the headboard even tighter, his nails digging into the wood and his other hand fisted your pillow.

He was pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout your room. Even when you were dating and married you couldn’t remember the last time Bakugou fucked you so intensely. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned as his cock relentlessly fucked your pussy, his mushroom tip hitting your sweet spot with every motion. 

“K-Kats, I’m gonna–” you cut yourself off as you held onto him as tight as you could.

“Come, baby. I got you,” he mumbled in your ear and you felt your legs shaking around him, another orgasm rippling through your body. Bakugou felt like he was losing control of his quirk, something that hadn’t happened since high school, and he made sure to keep his hands away from your body. Tiny sparks erupted from both hands, the wood searing beneath his grip and your pillow burning. 

But you didn’t care. It felt too good to care.

Your bed continued to creak with every movement. Right when Bakugou felt like he was about to climax, that was when you heard the first snap. The bed shook and collapsed onto the ground as all four legs snapped off of the frame and slammed into your floorboards.

You let out a yelp, holding onto Bakugou’s back as the impact of the bed falling hit you. Bakugou covered your body, not completely aware of what happened. He had stopped moving, his dick still in you. He looked to his left and saw that the base of your bed frame was in fact flat on the ground now.

“Did the bed just…” You started. Yup, Bakugou fucked you so hard your old, rickety bed frame finally snapped. 

You erupted into laughter and Bakugou had to stifle his own. “How fuckin’ old is this thing?”

You looked up at him shyly. “I got it really cheap online years ago, okay? I wasn’t… doing anything this wild so it never caused any problems.”

Bakugou sighed, kissing your cheek and resting his head in your neck. “Stupid fuckin’ thing ruined my momentum.” 

You giggled and Bakugou hummed at the sound of your laughter. He pulled away, his face hovering yours again. You moved your hand to caress his face and he kissed your palm. “Sorry, baby. I’ve gotta come. Dick’s so hard it fuckin’ hurts.”

You fought back a smile and nodded. “Give it to me, Katsuki.”

He closed his lips over yours, rocking his hips at a much slower pace. The wood of the snapped bed frame scraped the floor but you didn’t give a damn.

You moaned into his mouth. “F-Feels so good.”

“I love you, baby,” Bakugou said against your lips, sloppily kissing you again. “Missed you so fuckin’ much.”

You whimpered as he continued his slow pace which increasingly got faster. Bakugou had to finish this, he was convinced his dick would fall off if he didn’t come anytime soon. And you were convinced your pussy was broken as he went back to pounding himself into you. 

You continued to moan his name and Bakugou swore his cock hardened even more. “Motherfucker,” Bakugou grunted and with two more rocks of his hips, he sunk his cock deep in you and came the hardest he’d ever come in his life. 

“K-Katsuki,” you whimpered weakly as you felt him come and he kissed your cheek and your neck. Your clit was throbbing and Bakugou rested on top of you for a moment.

Bakugou pulled out of you with a groan, and your body shuddered. He collapsed on the bed beside you, his chest heaving up and down. Your body was numb; you couldn’t remember the last time you had multiple orgasms in a night. He looked over to you, his hand hovering your face as his fingers gently pushed away at the hairs stuck to your forehead and kissed your head.

Bakugou sat up, taking the used condom off his dick and tossing it in the trash beside your bed. When he went to get up, you panicked for a moment. Was he going to leave? Did he come here knowing you were going to have sex and now that he got what he wanted, was he going to leave you there?

As if he knew what you were thinking, Bakugou turned as he stood by your bathroom door. “Not leavin’, baby. ‘M grabbin’ a towel.”

You nodded weakly and closed your eyes. You could hear him moving around as he cleaned himself up and when you felt him wipe the towel against your pussy you hissed. “B-Be careful!” You were still sensitive. 

“Sorry,” Bakugou said lowly, holding back a laugh as he tossed the towel to the side and slid under the covers. He helped you get underneath them as well and you laid your head on top of his outstretched arm, clinging to his side. 

He kissed your head, rubbing your arm. He then tilted your chin so you were looking up at him. “I can’t do this co-parent shit anymore. I want you back in my life, Y/N.” His eyes seared into yours. “I need you as my wife again.”

You smiled shyly, giving him a small peck. “I’d like that.” Bakugou smiled and he looked relieved. But you had to set some things straight. “But I want to take things slow.”

“We just fucked and broke your bed and you wanna ‘take things slow?’” Bakugou asked in disbelief.

You swatted a hand to his chest. “Look, we both know there’s been a lot of sexual tension between us for weeks. And I haven’t been laid in eight years, okay? I needed this.”

Bakugou laughed. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

“But I’m serious about taking things slow,” you reiterated, giving him a stern look.

Bakugou nodded, cupping your cheek and the pad of his thumb brushed against your cheek. “Whatever you want, baby. I’ll do anything to be with you.”

You smiled. “I don’t want to tell the kids about this either. Not yet at least.”

“Agreed.”

“Good, so we’re on the same page,” you said with a nod. 

Bakugou pulled you closer to him. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your neck. He raised his head, closing his lips over yours and for a moment you’re back to practically sucking his face off. 

Then you pulled away, remembering what you had just talked about. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou leaned back on the pillow, which had a palm shaped burn on it. “Sorry. I know you wanna go slow.”

Despite what he said, your leg brushed up and you felt his dick harden against your thigh. How the hell did he still have any energy to still be aroused?

You bit your lip and you got up, swinging your legs over his lap. He watched you with confused eyes as you stroked his cock twice. “We can go slow starting tomorrow.”

Bakugou smirked and he leaned over and grabbed another condom from your stockpile. You took it from him and slid the condom over him as he lifted your hips so you could sink back down onto his cock. 

“It’s been a while, Y/N,” Izuku said with his usual kind smile. 

“It has. I’m guessing you’ve been busy at U.A.?”

Izuku nodded. “Yeah, my students are busy training to get their provisional licenses but they needed me here to sub for a seventh grade class.”

The morning bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. “Do you want to have lunch in the lounge today?” Izuku asked and you smiled.

“I’d like that.”

The teacher’s lounge was relatively empty that afternoon, which you were thankful for. As much as you loved most of your co-workers, some of them were major Dynamight fans and pro hero fans in general who loved to probe and press you about questions relating to your ex-husband. In the past it annoyed you because you held a lot of resentment towards Bakugou and you didn’t want to think about him more than you already did. But now… things were different. But your co-workers still annoyed you.

“How have the kids been doing?” Izuku asked as he placed a mug of tea on the table for you. “You said you were worried about Katsuo a few weeks ago.”

“They’ve been good and Katsuo’s been doing a lot better as well,” you said as you held the warm mug in your hands. You contemplated for a moment before confessing, “Katsuki and I have been seeing each other recently.”

Izuku choked on his tea, and coughed a few times. “You’ve what?”

You shook your head, realizing the misconception. “No, we haven’t been seeing each other like dating! I meant we’ve been… spending time together.” You sighed before you elaborated further. “Katsuo was skipping class a few weeks ago and it was mainly because of the stress of my relationship with Katsuki. The counselor said the kids can tell whether or not we have a good, working relationship or not so she suggested that we should spend more time as a whole family.”

“And how has that been?” Izuku asked, wiping his face with a napkin.

You traced your finger along the rim of your mug. “Good… really good. Katsuki and I have been getting along and the kids are doing better because of it.”

Izuku smiled softly. “I’m happy for you all, Y/N.”

You smiled and thanked him. “But enough about me; how have things been with Uraraka?”

Izuku’s cheeks flared into a light pink shade, like they always did since he started telling you about how he had started dating Uraraka. “O-Ochako and I have been good!” He sputtered, making you laugh. He was so adorable. 

“You should meet up with Katsuki,” you started, “I know it’s been a while since he’s talked to you. He has a tendency to keep to himself when he’s swamped with work.”

Izuku nodded, fully understanding his friend’s behavior. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to reach out to him for a while but we’ve both been busy. Also I know since you got divorced he’s been more distant with me and his other friends, too.” You nodded solemnly. “But now that you guys have been getting along better, hopefully things will get better with him!”

“I hope so, too. I can send you his new number if you’d like,” you offered to which Izuku responded to with a nod.

“MOM!” Suki screamed from the living room. “Tsuo’s cheating again!”

“I’m not, Mom! Tell her she just sucks!” Katsuo yelled back and you sighed. Anytime you let the kids play any video game together after they finished their homework, it always resulted in a fight or an argument… like everything else they did with each other.

“Don’t make me come over there and turn the TV off,” you warned as you continued working on your lesson plans for the next few weeks. Silence.

You smiled to yourself and your phone rang beside you, Bakugou’s caller ID popping up on the screen. “Hello?” You said into your phone after answering the call.

“Y/N, you at home?” Bakugou asked, and you could hear clanking in the background.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

Bakugou groaned. “Piece a shit car won’t start. I drove to my agency when I landed this morning and now I can’t fucking get home ‘cause of this.” You heard him banging his fist against the car.

“I can come by now. Stop hitting the car! You’ll dent it,” you scolded him which only made him laugh.

You said goodbye to him before hanging up, grabbing your bag and keys. The kids watched as you crossed the living room and put your boots on. “Where are you going?” Katsuo asked, pausing his video game.

“Dad’s car won't start so I’m going to drop him off at his house,” you said, straightening up.

Suki grinned. “So he’s back from his mission?” You nodded and she cheered.

“You guys have been really close, huh?” Katsuo commented, observing you closely as you grabbed your car keys.

It felt like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have as you laughed nervously. “We’re not… ‘close,’ we’ve just been working together better. You know, for you two!”

“For us, huh?” Katsuo asked, skepticism littered in his tone as you nodded. “Right. Okay.” Suki looked between you and Katsuo, trying to piece together what her brother was getting at. 

You smiled nervously as you started to leave, opening the door. “If you need anything, just call me, I won’t be too long. And please don’t fight while I’m gone!”

When you arrived at Bakugou’s agency, you were stunned at how much bigger it was compared to the last time you had visited. Granted, the last time you set foot in the building was over eight years ago but still the difference was astounding.

The lobby was bustling with people, receptionists answering phone calls, sidekicks and assistants ordering other employees around, and phones ringing endlessly. You were beyond overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

Noticing the front desk, you walked up to it where a few receptionists were busy writing and filling out reports. “Hi, I’m here to see K– Dynamight.”

The woman looked up at you with boredom. She probably heard so many people come into the agency just to see him. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

Her eyes widened as she looked back up at you upon hearing your name. She cleared her throat, recovering from what had just happened. “H-He’s in the garage down the hall and to the right. He said he’s expecting you.”

You nodded slowly, confused by her reaction. Did Bakugou’s employees know who you were? You knew the media did and so they most likely knew from news reports but the reaction was still odd. 

You thanked the receptionist and made your way to the garage following her instructions. Right as you were getting to what you assumed to be the garage, someone called out your name and you turned to your left. You immediately recognized Kirishima and Kaminari as they jogged up towards you to meet you. 

You smiled at your ex-husband’s friends. “It’s so nice to see you both! It’s been so long. The kids and I see you both on the news all the time. Suki’s a big fan.”

Kaminari grinned and gave you a ‘thanks’ and Kirishima laughed before he asked, “What’re you doing here? Are you dropping the kids off?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m here to pick Katsuki up.”

Kaminari and Kirishima’s eyes widened a bit. Kaminari gave a knowing look to his friend. “So… are you guys back together?”

You vehemently shook your head. “No! No, we’ve just been working some things out… for the kids of course.”

Kirishima met Kaminari’s glance and then he smiled. “Well I’m glad to hear you’re getting along.” 

They bid their farewells to you, saying they had to go out for their evening patrols, and you waved at them before letting out a sigh. You knocked at the side door of the garage, opening it slightly once you didn’t get a response.

Peeking your head in, you observed the enormous room. There were at least three different vintage cars parked inside, all of which you knew belonged to Bakugou because they used to be in your home once upon a time. Unfortunately they were for display so Bakugou couldn't drive them home. “Katsuki?” You called out.

“One sec,” you heard him say as you walked in and you glanced down, seeing him laid out under his red sports car. 

You nearly choked on your breath when you realized he was shirtless. He rolled out from beneath the vehicle, his chest covered in streaks of black oil and his sweat clung to his skin making a sheen glisten on his tanned, scarred body. 

If the kids weren’t waiting at home, you could stand there all day and watch him work on that car, especially if he looked like that while he did it. 

Bakugou rose to feet, grabbing a towel and wiping his face and his chest. “Car’s actin’ like a piece a shit and I can’t fix it,” he grumbled in annoyance, tossing the towel to the side. 

“So you’ll have to bring it to an auto shop?” You asked to which Bakugou groaned out a 'yes' to.

Bakugou peered over at you as he grabbed his shirt. You shifted in place as you felt his vermillion eyes rake down your body. “You look good. Pretty.” He slid his shirt on.

Your face heated up. “Y-You do, too.”

Bakugou smirked. “With or without the shirt?”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just leave so I can get you home.”

Bakugou let out a laugh as he grabbed his things before leaving the garage with you. Upon entering the lobby again, immediately you felt so many eyes on you as you walked out. Looking to your right, you saw a few receptionists whispering amongst themselves, including the woman you had spoken to earlier. Bakugou glanced down at you and then over to where you were staring at and he rolled his eyes.

“Get back to work!” He bellowed, making you and the employees in the vicinity flinch. Automatically everyone tore their eyes from you and started working again and you held back a laugh.

“Thanks,” you said, looking up at him and he gave you a smile.

When you arrived at Bakugou’s house and parked in his driveway, you expected him to say his goodbyes and you’d be on your way home from there.

But instead he said, “Come inside real quick.”

You shook your head. “The kids are home alone, I should get back.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes playfully. “It’ll just take a sec. And Tsuo’s fourteen, he can look after himself and Suki.”

“Fine,” you said, giving in and Bakugou smirked triumphantly as you both exited your vehicle and went inside. 

You’d never actually looked around Bakugou’s home. During drop off, you always stood by the doorway and left right after that. But taking a look now, it was massive and decorated so well, which was to be expected from Bakugou. 

Bakugou went into another room and said he’d be right back as you waited in his living room. God, your house was miniature compared to this. But then again, you were on a teacher's salary and he was the number one hero in the country.

You strolled around the living room, looking at the books he had on his bookshelf and the massive wall with numerous framed pictures of the kids. They dated back when Katsuo was just born to Katsuo and Suki’s most recent yearly school photos. You smiled as you looked over the different drawings the kids had made for Bakugou over the years that he had also hung up on the wall.

Then you froze in your steps when you saw one particular photo frame.

In the middle, in a small square frame next to a picture of Suki holding up a trophy for winning the second grade spelling bee, was a picture of you and Bakugou at your wedding. He was in an all black suit and you were in an extravagant white wedding dress. You were both smiling, your arm looped into his and you had your head leaned on his shoulder. 

While you looked at the photo, you didn’t even hear Bakugou come back in and he observed what you were looking at. You glanced over to him. “Why do you still have this photo up?” You asked quietly. 

Bakugou was silent for a moment. “Couldn’t just get rid of it. Didn’t feel right. So I hung it up with the kids’ photos.”

You nodded, looking back at the photo. “We were so… happy.” Bakugou nodded along. He stared at the photo longer than you expected him to.

You cleared your throat, turning away from the photo. “Why did you ask me to come in?”

“Oh.” Bakugou handed you two pieces of paper. “Tsuo and Suki’s permission slips. For their field trip.”

“God, thank you. If I forgot to get this from you they’d kill me,” you said, gripping the pieces of paper. “Thank you for remembering.” Bakugou nodded in acknowledgement.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “I should… get back home.”

Bakugou nodded, and followed you to the front door. Just as you stood on his porch, he called out, “Y/N!”

You turned around from where you stood. He ran a hand through his hair. “You have any plans this Friday? When the kids are goin’ on their trip?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ll probably just grade some writing tests my students did and then go to bed.”

“That’s lame.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, what else am I supposed to do when my kids are away?”

“We could do something together.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Us? Together? Wh-What would we do?”

Bakugou shrugged. “Dunno. I know you don’t like goin’ out on Fridays ‘cause it gets too crowded. That still true?”

You smiled slightly and nodded. Bakugou returned your smile. “Then what if I came over and made dinner for us?”

You bit your lip as you thought about it for a moment. You’d never had Bakugou over at your house alone, just the two of you. In the past it was because you didn’t want him in your space but now…

“You don’t have to decide now–”

“No! I… think that’d be nice,” you said, cutting him off.

Bakugou bit back a grin and nodded. “Alright. See you Friday then.”

“See you Friday.” Bakugou watched from his doorway as you got in your car and began to drive off back home.

It was just a dinner between two ex-spouses… at your house… where Bakugou was going to cook for you… and you’d be alone with him…

“Y/N!” Mina exclaimed and you grinned as your friend ran over to you in your classroom, squeezing you into a hug. “It’s been so long!”

You nodded as you both pulled away. “I know! You’re so busy.”

Mina sighed, slumping into a chair in front of your desk. “I know. They have me working around the clock. I thought being a hero would get easier as I got older but it’s gotten harder with age.”

Before you could provide any words of encouragement or give any sympathy to your friend, Mina immediately sat up, leaning towards you over your desk. “Never mind that. You know why I’m here.”

You sighed. Earlier that morning before you left for work, Mina texted you a picture that someone had taken of you and Bakugou from your lunch yesterday and had posted it to social media. Thousands upon thousands of people started commenting and asking who you were and then the unraveling of you being Bakugou’s ex-wife began. By that time, you stopped reading the comments, not wanting to go through that mess. You went through enough ridicule dating and being married to Bakugou, there was no way you were going to go through that as his ex-wife. 

And of course Mina said she would come visit you to demand some answers out of you.

“So, what was that picture about?” Mina asked, quirking a brow at you.

“We just…” You sighed. There was no way you would get away with lying, not to Mina. “The kids have been… going through a lot. The counselor recommended we all spend more time as a family because it’s putting some strain on the kids so Katsuki and I have been… getting along.”

Mina nodded slowly, processing everything. “And how do you feel?”

You shrugged. “Conflicted. I mean I’d be lying if I said all of my feelings for him left once we got divorced but I still have feelings for him no matter how hard I try to get rid of them.” You leaned back in your chair. “We were married and together for ten years and we have two kids. It’s been so hard seeing him all these years and as much as I should despise him… I can’t. I don’t think I’ll ever lose those feelings.”

Mina nodded again, reaching forward and holding your hand in hers. “I get how hard this is. And as much as I care about Katsuki as a friend and as a pro hero, your feelings matter just as much if not more to me.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Mina.”

“So,” Mina started. “Do you have feelings for him right now? And I’m not talking about the love you’ve always had for him as the father of your kids. I mean what you’re feeling right now.”

You hesitated. “I don’t know. We’ve been doing good… really good. I don’t feel as frustrated when I’m around him. We’ve been talking a lot and I finally got the closure I needed for so long.”

“Okay… so do you have feelings for him?” Mina reiterated. You bit back a laugh; you knew she was getting impatient.

“I don’t know, Mina,” you finally responded. “I feel… nervous around him. Like when we first started dating and… it’s complicated.”

“I can tell.” She gave you a smile. “I’d love it if things could work out between you two. But you need to set some boundaries, girl. He needs to put in some work to be with you if that’s what both of you want. And if you decide to get back together with him, make sure you make him work for it.”

You laughed and nodded in agreement. 

Friday ended before you knew it and the kids, especially Suki, were elated to finally be home. Bakugou was on a weekend mission in another prefecture so the kids were staying with you. Suki was bummed out and you could tell Katsuo was a little upset even if he would never admit it but they both expressed how excited they were to finally get a free weekend with you. You promised to take them to the mall tomorrow and to spend the entirety of the day with them. 

“Tsuo,” you called from the kitchen as you finished cleaning up for the night. Katsuo stood by the open archway after hearing your call. “How have classes been?”

Katsuo shrugged. “Fine. I promise I’ve been going to all of ‘em.” 

You smiled, patting his cheek. “I know, baby, I just wanted to make sure.”

“I’m not gonna disappoint you or Dad,” Katsuo said and you were glad he mentioned Bakugou as well. He was finally warming up to him again. 

“I know you won’t.”

Katsuo smiled and wished you a ‘good night’ before heading to bed. Suki had already gone to bed, expressing that if she fell asleep faster then she would be at the mall faster. You didn’t question her logic.

Slumping into bed after taking a much needed bath and shower, because it was that serious, you felt relaxed beyond words and ready to fall asleep.

Until your phone buzzed on your nightstand. 

When you checked it, you were surprised to see a text from Bakugou, who usually was asleep right after sunset.

You awake? He texted.

You laid on your side as your fingers tapped away at the screen, replying to his message. Yes. Why?

Can we talk? Can’t sleep.

When you and Bakugou were still together, you remembered how often he’d call you when he was away on missions that were particularly rough or dwelled on his mind for far too long. Whether it was feeling like he hadn’t done enough or if he wasn’t able to save as many people as he wanted, he always talked about it all with you. And he liked when you would distract him and take his mind away from his work when he needed it.

Yeah, you texted back after considering it for a bit.

Right when you sent the text, a video call notification flooded your screen and you gasped. You didn't expect him to want to see you as well as talk to you. You grabbed your comforter, wrapping it around your head. There was no way you were going to let him see you lying in bed right when you were about to fall asleep, knowing your face was puffy and your hair was disheveled from laying down. And you were wearing a thin, loose two piece pajama set. He didn’t need to see all of that even if he had in the past. So all he would be able to see was your face.

Finally you answered and Bakugou had his phone propped up on a desk and he was leaning on the desk. You could tell he was shirtless, meaning he probably had been in bed for a while before getting up. 

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“I’m fine. Just couldn’t fall asleep and I wanted to see you.” Bakugou paused, squinting his eyes a bit at his screen. “Why the hell are you wrapped up like that?”

“I'm cold,” you lied.

“Right.”

“What did you want to talk about?” You said, your words strung together as you changed the subject.

Bakugou shrugged, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. You started chewing on your bottom lip at the sight of him. His biceps were taut and he looked even more toned than when you were married. Just looking at him made you squeeze your thighs together. 

“I dunno. You’re the one that’s good at talkin’,” Bakugou stated.

It wasn’t surprising. Bakugou wasn’t known for being well-versed in words or speaking in general. “Well, how is your mission?”

“Fine,” Bakugou said, groaning and rolling his eyes. “It’s a fuck ton a admin shit and paperwork and I don’t give a crap about any of that.” You were relieved that nothing heavy or overwhelming had happened so far on the mission. 

“I miss the kids. And you,” Bakugou said nonchalantly. 

Your face burned up. He loved to say the most flustering things to you without even realizing what his words did to you. And he definitely didn't know the effect he had on you in that moment as he just blinked back at you.

You cleared your throat. “H-How have you and Katsuo been doing?”

“Better. He’s been talkin’ to me more and he hasn’t hid in his room as much.”

You smiled. “I’m so happy to hear that.”

Bakugou nodded, staring down at the desk before him and he started rubbing the nape of his neck. You knew something was on his mind. “What’s wrong, Katsuki?”

Bakugou sighed. You knew him too damn well. “Another pro asked me out on a date.”

You paused, feeling like a pit had dropped in your stomach. “What did you say to them?”

Bakugou scowled. “‘Course I said no to her.”

“If you want to date other people, you should. I want you to be happy.”

Bakugou leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and crossing his arms on the surface. “But I’m not gonna be happy with anyone else.”

“How do you know that?” You asked softly, your heart beating faster in your chest.

“I know ‘cause…” He paused to run a hand through his hair. “Few years ago I went on a few dates with a girl. I asked her out ‘cause… I kept thinkin’ about you and how much I missed you and I wanted to get you outta my head. But it’d be selfish to go to you so we went out. She looked nothin’ like you and I thought it’d help me forget about you but when we went out, I kept thinkin’ about how the girl wasn’t you. And fuck, I wanted it to be you so bad.”

You continued to chew on your bottom lip, your thighs squeezing together even more. He couldn’t just say all this to you and expect you to sit there with a straight face. 

“So I left mid-date,” Bakugou confessed.

You gasped. “Katsuki! That’s so rude! That poor girl.”

“I got bored,” Bakugou said with a shrug. 

You shook your head, holding back a smile. “You’re impossible.”

Bakugou crossed his arms on the desk again and rested his head on his arms. “You’re the only one for me, Y/N. Known that for a while. But back then I was too scared of you getting killed ‘cause of me than losing you as my wife.”

“Is that how you still feel?” You asked, your voice barely audible. 

Bakugou was quiet for a moment and you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. “I know now that whatever happens to you, wherever you go, I’m goin’ with you.”

You blinked in confusion. “Are you… Are you saying that if I got killed, you’d die, too?”

“Yeah,” he said bluntly as if it was such an easy thing to say. 

“Don’t say things like that, Katsuki!” You scolded him. 

“But I mean it, Y/N.”

You shook your head. “You can’t think like that. Not when we have the kids. We’re not living for ourselves anymore.”

“Please, you know Tsuo’d lay his life on the line for you anyways,” Bakugou said with a deep chuckle. 

You laughed with him. “Yeah. He gets that mentality from you.”

Bakugou smiled when you laughed. “You should go to bed. You look sleepy.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“Nah, go to sleep, Y/N.” His lips upturned slightly. “Thanks for givin’ me company.”

You smiled. “Anytime, Katsuki. Do you feel tired now?”

Bakugou nodded slightly. “Yeah. Always feel relaxed talkin’ to you.”

You felt flustered once again. “G-Good night. And be careful out there!” Bakugou laughed and waved at the camera before you ended the call. 

You busy?

You blinked at the message. The last time you and Bakugou texted following the divorce about something not related to the kids was… well never. 

I’m on my lunch break, you texted back and you immediately got a response. 

Good. I’m outside.

You gasped when you read the message and then you looked out the window that overlooked the parking lot. Sure enough, you saw his figure from afar, leaning against his sleek red sports car. He looked up and saw you through the window, waving a scarred hand at you.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked once you reached the lot.

“I have the day off,” Bakugou started, his figure towering over you. “And that counselor said we’ve gotta spend more time together. So… I’m here. To spend time with you.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, she meant spend time together as a family. Not just you and I.”

Bakugou shrugged. “Well the kids are gonna know you hate me, for good reason. So we’ve gotta work this out.”

You shook your head. “I don’t hate you, Katsuki. Don’t say that.”

He smiled a little. “So you wanna have lunch with me?” You considered it for a second before nodding.

Bakugou looked back at the school building. “Is that fucking traitor Izuku in there?”

You hit his arm. “Stop calling him that! We have nothing going on between us and never did so leave him alone. It’s not his fault that you thought we were dating. And no, he’s working at U.A.”

“Good,” he grunted and got in his car.

Despite the restaurant that Bakugou had chosen being relatively empty, every other patron sitting near your booth was whispering amongst themselves, talking about Dynamight being there in person with a random woman. It seemed most people forgot you were even married to  Bakugou at one point since it had been so long.

You felt like sinking into your seat, feeling their pestering eyes on you and Bakugou. Back when you were together, you got used to all the stares and the comments from the media but it had been a minute since you were out with Bakugou publicly. 

It didn’t seem like the staring and commenting bothered Bakugou at all and if it did he wasn’t phased by it. Well, he was the number one hero and he’d been exposed to the public eye since he was fifteen. 

The entire time, from when you sat down to when the waiter took your order, Bakugou was watching you, his head resting on his hand with his elbow propped on the table. 

“Why do you keep looking at me?” You finally asked. 

“What, I can’t look at my ex-wife?”

You rolled your eyes. He still loved being a smart-ass. “Yeah, emphasis on ex.”

Bakugou smirked and shrugged. You looked over to your left where a table of women in their twenties kept ogling at Bakugou. But he didn’t pay them any mind, his eyes still focused on you.

For reasons you didn’t want to admit… your heart swelled in your chest. 

Bakugou pulled into the parking lot and you got out of his car as he followed suit. “Thanks for lunch. That was… nice,” you said.

Bakugou nodded. “I’ll be waitin’ here.”

You furrowed your brows. “For what?”

“I’ll bring you and the kids home after school. Your car’s still in the shop.”

“Katsuki, you don’t have to do that,” you said, shaking your head. 

“Let me do this for you,” he said gently.

He had that look in his eyes; the one he always had when you were together, where he was practically screaming he’d put his life on the line if it meant he could take care of you.

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to leave this lot no matter what you said. “Fine. But wait inside, you can’t just sit in your car for three hours.”

When you offered to have Bakugou wait in your classroom, you expected him to sit in the corner undetected. But you should’ve known better. 

The minute the kids saw him, even out of his hero costume, the classroom erupted into cheers and gasps and overall excitement seeing the number one hero. 

Even as you taught you felt him watching you from your desk and for the first time in your career you felt yourself slip up a few times while teaching. And as the kids practiced their writing, Bakugou went around, crouching down beside the kids that called him over to show off their work. 

Seeing him interact with the kids, crack jokes that made them laugh, and compliment them in a way that made them giggle shyly, you weren’t going to deny it: he looked so damn sexy.

You had to prevent yourself from looking over to him as you helped the kids. There was no reason for you to be having baby fever about your ex-husband. But it was so hard; the man was beyond attractive and he knew it with the way he stole glances at you when he caught you watching him. 

The final bell rang and the kids got up to grab their bags. A few of them went up to Bakugou and waved at him, thanking him for visiting. Bakugou’s expression was so soft as he waved back at them. 

He stood beside you by the door as you watched the kids file out and dipped his head to the side whispering in your ear, “Saw you watchin’ me.”

You felt your face heat up immediately and you pushed him away. “I was watching for the kids.”

Bakugou smirked and you knew he didn’t buy your lie for a second. “Yeah, yeah.”

Once the last student left, you let out a sigh. “I just need to clean up and then I’ll be ready to leave. The kids will meet us here.”

Bakugou nodded, and then he cocked his head toward the bathroom that was in the classroom. Each of the lower grade classes, from kindergarten to second grade, had a bathroom in the classes since the children were so young. “Gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Then I’ll be ready.”

You nodded and began doing your rounds, pushing the chairs in and straightening out the desks. It was also crucial to wipe down each of the desks, with how many germs young kids carried. 

As you began wiping the surfaces, you heard the sound of heavy footsteps echo throughout the classroom. You straightened up, staring back at an older man, most likely in his late forties, panting. And he looked pissed.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked.

“Are you Ms. (L/N)?” The man asked angrily. You nodded and he scoffed. He threw down a composition book to the floor that was crumpled in his fists. You flinched at the sound. “Is there a reason why you keep putting flowery stickers in my son’s notebook?”

You almost choked on your breath from the ridiculous question. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he bellowed, taking a step towards you. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. I told the school to stop doing that shit weeks ago and you’re still doing this stupid shit. I don’t want those damn stickers in his notebook!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I–”

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it!” The man took another step towards you, moving his arm out to grab you and before you could slap him, he was pulled back.

Bakugou had yanked the man’s collar and pulled him back and away from you. He went over and stood in front of you. “The fuck you think you’re doin’?”

As the man stumbled backwards, Bakugou turned to you. “You okay, baby?”

You were stunned and you didn’t know whether you were more shocked by the events happening before you or the fact that Bakugou had called you ‘baby.’

“I’m fine,” you responded, still taken aback.

“What the fuck was that for?” The man yelled and then his eyes widened once he recognized who had pulled him back.

“What, you always show up to schools and harass women, fucker?” Bakugou yelled back with even more intensity. 

“It was that bitch’s fault!” The man said, gesturing to you and you scoffed. 

“The fuck did you just call her?!” Bakugou bellowed. You saw Bakugou’s fist clench and you prayed this didn’t result in a physical altercation. As satisfying as it would be to watch Bakugou beat the shit out of this stupid man, it wouldn’t reflect too well on either of you.

And Bakugou was aware of that as he unclenched his fist. “I don’t give a fuck who’s fault it was. Never try to put your hands on her again.”

After being alerted about the commotion, most likely thanks to one of your fellow first grade teachers, security finally arrived before Bakugou could really give the man a piece of his mind and argued with the security as they dragged him away. The man screamed and lashed out, insisting he hadn’t done anything.

“Fuckin’ prick,” Bakugou grumbled. 

You let out a sigh of relief that the situation had been taken care of so well. You smiled up at him. “Thank you, Katsuki.” 

Bakugou nodded, and he was breathing fast and you could tell he was attempting to calm himself down. It was best to distract him when he got like this.

“Did you call me ‘baby?’” You asked.

Bakugou snapped his head to you. “What?”

“Just now, when you asked me if I was okay you said ‘baby.’” 

You watched with amusement as the tips of Bakugou’s ears turned red and he rubbed the nape of his neck. “A habit I guess.” You stifled a laugh.

The conversation you had with Bakugou replayed in your head. He was so cryptic and acting so weird in a way he hadn’t in all the years you’ve been co-parenting with him. All this time, he never cared about what you did if it wasn’t related to the kids. He never asked about your week, about your personal life, about school, about anything if it didn’t involve Katsuo or Suki. The conversation bothered you so much you didn’t even go to Bakugou’s door when you dropped the kids off last weekend like you usually did because you didn’t want to even make eye contact with him.

And why did he march over to your door and demand that he didn't want you to date anybody? What the hell was that about?

As the thoughts continued to whirl around in your mind while you packed up for the day, a call came through your school desk telephone. Weird, no one from the administration usually called.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hi, Y/N.” You recognized the principal on the other line. “Could you please go to the counselor’s office?”

“Uh, sure, of course.” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What’s this about?”

“It’s about your son, Katsuo.”

Opening the door to the counselor’s office, you expected to see your son but were completely taken aback when instead you were greeted by the man who Katsuo looked exactly like.

Bakugou sat in one of the two chairs in front of the counselor’s desk, an irritated expression on his face as he leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Any sign of annoyance on his face melted away the minute he looked over to you, his eyes softening and his brows unfurrowed. “Y/N.”

You felt your body become rigid at the sight of him, not expecting to see him in the school at all. You couldn’t even recall the last time he even came to the school other than parent-teacher conferences or when he would have to occasionally pick the kids up from school. So the principal had called him first before calling you and waited for him to show up first, which meant they made sure both of you were here for this meeting. They needed to make sure you were both present.

“Please, sit, Y/N,” the counselor, Ayaka, said, who you had become fairly acquainted with since working at the school. She gestured to the seat beside Bakugou, giving you a nervous smile and you obliged, placing your bag on your lap. “Hopefully this won’t take long.”

You could feel Bakugou glance over to you and then to Ayaka. “What’s this about?” He asked curtly. 

Ayaka exhaled through her nose. “It’s come to my attention that Katsuo has been skipping a substantial amount of his classes.”

“What?” You and Bakugou blurted out in unison. 

You shook your head. “That’s impossible. I drive him to school everyday and he’s always here at the end of the day when I pick him up, too.”

Ayaka nodded. “Yes, but he hasn’t been in any of his classes for the past few weeks. The security got footage from the security cameras of him and a small group of friends leaving the school and coming back right before the final bell.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou mumbled, rubbing his forehead in frustration. 

Ayaka’s words processed in your mind slowly and you felt a tidal wave of emotions. Concern, frustration, anger… where was this coming from? Katsuo’s never had or caused any issues in general, let alone in school.

“The principal decided not to do anything to jeopardize Katsuo’s schooling because he’s a good kid and he’s incredibly intelligent as well and I know that’s due to both of your efforts in raising him. He’s also in his final year here and we want him to get to high school without any issues, and he hasn’t had any issues before this in the eight years he’s been at this school.” Ayaka paused as she looked between you two cautiously, specifically at Bakugou. “But I believe this change in behavior might be due to his … home life.”

“The fuck does his ‘home life’ have to do with anything?” Bakugou asked, annoyed beyond reason.

“I think he means can you elaborate on that, Ayaka,” you butted in immediately. Bakugou always had a tendency to get defensive when it came to the kids. You couldn’t blame him; you felt the same way.

“What I meant was…” Ayaka looked pained to continue, “I believe that the relationship that the two of you have with one another is putting a strain on Katsuo.”

“Our relationship?” You asked, gesturing between you and Bakugou. 

“Our relationship’s fine. What the hell does that have to do with my son skipping class?” Bakugou asked, gradually getting angrier.

Ayaka sighed, removing her glasses from her face. “All of the students at this school are welcome to visit me if there’s anything bothering them at all or if they just want to talk to somebody, they come here. A few weeks ago Suki visited my office.”

Bakugou’s annoyed expression softened immediately. “Suki did?”

Ayaka nodded. “I don’t usually like to talk about what the kids say during these sessions but I think it’s important here. Suki mentioned that her friends always tell her about how on the weekends they go out all together with their families. Their whole families. She said she felt upset because on the weekdays she’s with her mother and on the weekends she’s with her father. But never all together.” A tightening feeling erupted in your chest.

“I'm assuming if Suki is feeling this way as a nine-year-old, Katsuo is also feeling this way as a fourteen-year-old and probably has felt this way for a while now. He is most likely just letting out his pent up frustration from over the years. I understand that the two of you are divorced and you are co-parenting as best as you can but… I think if you both worked together more it might be helpful. Especially since it seems the two of you have a relatively amicable relationship but if there is any animosity, the children can see that,” Ayaka elaborated.

You glanced over at Bakugou who looked back at you.

“I don’t want to dictate how your relationship operates but I think if we’re thinking about what’s best for Katsuo and Suki it might be helpful for them. Just as a start,” Ayaka said with a reassuring smile. "Obviously the two of you know what's best for each other and your children so I just wanted to give some help with these new developments."

You nodded. “Thank you, Ayaka. For everything and for bringing this to our attention.”

“Of course. Take care,” Ayaka said.

You got up and started to exit the office, your head and heart heavy. The relationship you had with Bakugou wasn’t perfect at all by any means, but you knew the one thing the two of you agreed on was your children. It seemed like this arrangement worked the best given the circumstances so to hear that even Suki was being affected by your disregard for Bakugou affected you in ways you could never express into words.

“I can take you and the kids home,” Bakugou said from behind you, ripping you away from your thoughts. 

You hesitated for a moment and sighed. Ayaka was right; you couldn’t treat him with animosity anymore, at least for the kids’ sake. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

The car ride from the school to your home was a tense one. Katsuo refused to speak at all and you told Bakugou not to start anything until you got home. It didn’t make sense to cause a scene at the school and neither of you wanted any headlines relating to Dynamight and his kids in the news. Suki wasn’t exactly sure what had happened but you saw how she nervously assessed everybody’s quiet demeanor coupled with Bakugou being the one driving them home and knew something was wrong.

When you got to the house, Katsuo pushed past all of you. “Katsuo, you need to talk to us. You can’t just ignore us,” Bakugou called out to him.

Katsuo spun around, a hardened expression on his face as he spat out, “Watch me.” Then he slammed his bedroom door closed, the sound of the lock turning echoed throughout the house.

“Awkward…” Suki muttered, elongating the word as she slipped past the two of you and retreated to the dining table. 

Bakugou rubbed his temples. “He’s been avoidin’ me for months. If I knew all this shit was goin’ on I woulda asked him more about it.”

“It’s not your fault, Katsuki. Even when I did ask him how he was doing, he just told me he was fine.” You looked over to Katsuo’s room. “I’ll talk to him.” Bakugou looked down at you and nodded. Katsuo did always have an easier time talking to you. He and his father were way too similar and butted heads too often.

“Dad, are you staying for dinner?” Suki asked expectantly as she took out her workbook for the night.

“No, baby, Mom–”

“Yes, he is,” you cut Bakugou off.

He twisted his gaze back to you. “I am?”

Suki began to cheer and ran into the kitchen. “Remember what Ayaka said,” you said in a whisper so only Bakugou would hear. “We have to work together more… like a family.”

Suki returned wearing a small apron Bakugou’s mother had made for her. You smiled at how cute she looked. “Dad’s going to cook dinner for us today,” you added.

Suki cheered again and Bakugou narrowed his eyes at you. “You did this so I’d cook for ya, huh?”

You bit back a smile. “Maybe.” You leaned up to whisper in his ear, “It’s also punishment for showing up at my door so late last week and pissing me off.” When you pulled away Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly and you held back the urge to laugh. 

You looked back over to Katsuo’s door. “I’m going to talk to Katsuo. Can you keep Suki busy? I don’t want her to worry about this.”

“Course,” Bakugou said with a small nod, his lips upturning the slightest in a way that made you weak in the knees. With your co-parenting being taken up a notch, it’ll be difficult to be around him more often. It’d be easier if he just acted like the asshole you liked to pretend he was, although him showing at your door was an asshole move. But even with the circumstances of the divorce, you knew he was an arrogant man but never an asshole, to you or the kids at least. 

You watched as Bakugou led Suki to the kitchen before you knocked on Katsuo’s door. “Tsuo? Can I talk to you?”

A long pause passed before you heard some shuffling on the other side. You could hear the unlocking of the door and it finally opened a tad and you heard Katsuo sit back on the edge of his bed. You opened the door, entering his room and closing it behind you. 

“What do you want, Mom?” He asked quietly.

You sat beside him, turning your body so you were facing him. Katsuo had his gaze stuck to the floor. “I just want to know what’s going on. I’m not mad about you skipping your classes… well not that mad. This isn’t like you to do something like this.”

Katsuo kept his gaze low, staying silent for a few moments before he said, “I know you hate Dad.”

You thought your heart stopped momentarily. You knew you didn’t hate Bakugou but your feelings were definitely conflicted and you thought you hid those feelings from your kids. 

“I heard him come to the house last week,” Katsuo continued. “And I know Dad left you. And I’ll never forgive him for hurting you.”

You brushed back his ash blonde hair with your fingers. “Tsuo, I don’t hate your father, I never have. And it’s sweet that you’re upset on my behalf but what happened between me and your father is between him and I.”

Katsuo shook his head vigorously, his eyes finally meeting yours. “It doesn’t stay between you guys ‘cause he didn’t just leave you, he left me, too!”

You heard him sniffle and you felt like your heart just shattered. He rubbed his eyes aggressively as tears slowly streaked his cheeks. “Dammit.”

You inched closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and trying your hardest to keep your composure. Whenever your kids cried it was so hard to keep it together. 

“When he left you and moved out, he left me too,” Katsuo reiterated a little softer this time. 

“Oh, Katsuo,” you said, your voice breaking a bit. You brushed the hair from his forehead. “Your father loves you and Suki more than anything. Even before we got divorced and after, he’s always felt that way. It’s why he wanted to see you guys every weekend even though he’s so busy.”

“It’s not the same,” Katsuo said with a sniffle. He pressed his lips together before continuing. “I remember how much you’d cry in your room when Dad left. When you thought Suki and I couldn’t hear you.”

Guilt riddled your body. When the news of the divorce registered with you, you did your best to keep it hidden from the kids. Any tears or any despondency had to be kept from them and you thought you had kept it from them. “I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have let my feelings dictate how you feel about Dad.”

Katsuo sighed, finally looking at you. “It’s not your fault, you were just upset. And I can’t help it. Anything that makes you upset makes me so damned pissed.”

You smiled a little and kissed his cheek. “I love you so much. I’m so thankful that you look after me so well but I want you to focus on yourself, okay? I can take care of my relationship with your father because that really is between us and no matter how complicated that relationship is, I’ve never hated him. Ever. No matter what happened between us, I don’t want it to affect either you or Suki, okay?”

Katsuo nodded begrudgingly and you smiled. “Would it be too much to ask you to try and talk to Dad more? Or to hear him out? He loves you so much and he cares about you.”

“Fine, I’ll be nicer,” he grumbled and you kissed his cheek again. 

“I’m not saying that to say your feelings aren’t valid but I can fight my own battles, okay?” You said gently and Katsuo nodded understandingly. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, too, Mom.”

You pinched his cheek and got up. “Why don’t you wash up? Dad’s staying over for dinner.”

You noticed the way Katsuo froze and you sighed. “You don’t have to eat with us if you don’t want to… this time. I can bring you a plate?”

Katsuo nodded and thanked you and you ruffled his hair before leaving, closing the door behind you. Immediately you were greeted with the sound of Suki singing on the top of her lungs to another pop song she got addicted to from the radio.

You stood by the open archway in the kitchen, peering in. A smile spread across your face as you watched Suki hold an arm around Bakugou’s waist, that obviously didn’t wrap all the way around, and she swayed along to her singing, Bakugou swaying slightly with her as he finished cooking.

You laughed. “How’s it going in here?”

Suki whipped her head to you and grinned, Bakugou looking over with a smile on his lips as well. From time to time, even divorced you were reminded of exactly why you had two kids with the man.

Suki ran over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “I’m so happy Dad’s home with us and we’re all together,” she whispered up to you.

You bent over and kissed her head, patting her hair down. “Me too, sweetie.”

“Alright, I’m done. Grab a plate,” Bakugou announced and Suki immediately moved to the cupboard to grab plates for everyone.

You grabbed utensils as Bakugou carried the pot of spicy stir fried noodles, as requested by Suki, to the dining table. “How’s Tsuo?” He asked, his voice hushed so Suki didn't overhear.

“He’s okay now,” you whispered back. “We talked and it was… good. He said he wanted to have dinner in his room tonight.”

Bakugou paused for a moment and nodded and he made a plate for Katsuo for you to bring to him.

You finished cleaning up after dinner, drying your hands on a cloth. Bakugou insisted on helping you clean but you pushed him out of the kitchen, telling him he made dinner so it was only right that you washed the dishes. Suki begrudgingly completed her homework after expressing that she wanted to spend time with her father but even Bakugou put his foot down and had to get her to focus on her work. She was always a soft spot for him because he ended up feeling bad after seeing her pout at the table and stayed to help her with her homework. Then the two of you had to coax her to get to bed since it was getting late and she just wanted to stay up and spend more time with both of you.

Bakugou had stepped out for a work call about ten minutes ago but when you looked out to your front porch, you were surprised to see him sitting on the edge of the baseboards, looking out to your front yard. He was leaned back, his palms flat against the porch to keep him upright. You opened the front door, taking a seat beside him. He was surprised to see you actually wanting to sit with him. 

“Dinner was nice,” you said softly, looking out ahead. 

Bakugou nodded. “Suki was tellin’ me about how well she’s doing in school.”

You smiled. “She loves when you praise her.” 

You were both quiet for a moment. You contemplated whether or not to share your conversation with Katsuo, edging on the line of not wanting to hurt Bakugou’s feelings but also knowing how important the feelings Katsuo was expressing were. 

“It’s my fault Katsuo’s been giving you the cold shoulder,” you uttered, your voice barely audible. But Bakugou heard you and looked over at you in confusion. You glanced over to him, meeting his gaze. The line didn’t matter; you needed to tell Bakugou. And so you told him everything Katsuo had told you, watching Bakugou’s expression morph into something you couldn’t quite decipher. 

Bakugou looked back to the front yard in front of him. “It’s not your fault, Y/N. You didn’t do shit. It’s my fault for leavin’ you the way I did.”

You considered him for a moment, mentally figuring out whether you wanted to ask the question that was begging to be uttered aloud, the question that always danced on the tip of your tongue every time you were around him. Fuck it, it needed to be said. 

“... Why did you leave me?” Bakugou thought every function in his body shut down when he heard your question. Fuck. “I just… I want to be able to move on and I want to know what I did to make you leave me.”

Bakugou felt anger coursing through his veins when you finished talking. “There’s nothing you could’ve ever done to make me leave you.”

You scowled. “But you did leave, Katsuki. You’re not making any sense. If you didn't leave because of me then why did you?”

Bakugou exhaled through his nose. It was time. It had been eight years; it was only right that he finally told you why he gave you those divorce papers all those years ago. 

“It wasn’t ‘cause of you,” Bakugou mumbled. “Was ‘cause of that villain attack nine years ago. I… I couldn’t handle you getting hurt again ‘cause of me. So I had to leave.”

Bakugou would never forget that day ever in his life. He’d never forget the way his knees almost buckled when he got the dispatch that a villain had broken into his home and had attacked his family. He couldn’t recall the last time he had moved so fast and he would never forget seeing you laid on the living room floor, a puddle of blood pooling beneath you as you laid there, unconscious with a gash on your side. Katsuo was so young and Suki was only a year old and Katsuo had clung to your body while he cried so hard he made himself sick. Not only did you get injured, but his children were affected, too. It didn’t matter how much time passed, Bakugou would still blame himself for that attack and for the scar on the side of your stomach that resulted from it. 

“I had to act like a dick back then,” Bakugou continued. “Knew if I told you why I had to leave I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. And I knew you’d want to work it all out ‘cause you’re just so… understanding. And I didn’t want you to understand.”

Bakugou braced himself to take a peek at you to gauge your reaction and his heart dropped when he saw your tear stained cheeks. You bit your lip to hold back a small sob. “Y/N–” 

Bakugou raised a hand to cup your cheek and you pushed him away. “You’re an idiot,” you spat, rising up from the porch and storming back inside. Bakugou immediately stood to his feet, following you inside.

You whirled around to face him, your cheeks glistening under the dim lights as even more tears started to stream down your face. But despite the tears, you looked absolutely pissed and for the first time Bakugou was slightly scared of you, fearful of what you were about to say to him. 

“I wondered what I had done wrong all this time for you to treat me like that, for you to drop those divorce papers in front of me,” you said, your voice cracking. “I loved you so much, Katsuki and I tried so hard to hate you because I hated the way I felt everyday after the divorce. But you’re a hero and you save people selflessly and you’re such an amazing father and we were together for ten years so no matter how hard I tried to suppress those feelings, you kept making them come back.”

What Bakugou would give to hold you in that moment. He wanted to hold you to his chest, let your tears splatter his shirt and god he wanted to kiss that frown off your face. But he knew he couldn’t and wouldn’t; he was the reason for those tears. And he didn't deserve you.

“I would’ve gone through any and every villain attack to be with you, Katsuki,” you said, a sob erupting from you and you brought a hand up to cover your mouth. “It didn’t matter who came after me because I had you!”

“But it matters to me, Y/N!” Bakugou said exasperatedly as he inched closer to you. “And I know it was the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I was young and a fucking idiot but I was terrified when I came home and thought all three of you were killed 'cause of me. And I’ll never forgive myself for not being there. What type of fucking hero am I if I can’t protect my own family?!”

Bakugou took a breath, keeping in mind that the kids were sleeping. He closed the distance even more and he reached and cupped your face in his hands. It didn’t matter if you pushed him away or even slapped him; he needed to hold you.

Bakugou’s thumb swiped up and wiped at your tears. “Back then and even now… I’d do anything to keep you safe. Even if it meant pushin’ you away.”

To Bakugou’s surprise you didn’t reject his touch and when you leaned into his hand he had to hold himself back from embracing you. 

“I understand that.” You bit your lip and sniffled, placing your hands on top of his. God you felt so soft against his calloused hands. “But it still hurts.”

“I know,” Bakugou mumbled. His face was inches away from yours and your pouty lips made him want to kiss you until you melted into his arms. “I dunno how to tell you how sorry I am, Y/N.”

You shook your head and sniffled again. “I’m an idiot, huh?” Bakugou asked.

You laughed and punched him lightly in the chest. “Yes. One-hundred percent.”

He smiled when he heard your laugh. It’d been years since he heard you laugh because of him and he felt like the sound could heal any ailment he could undergo in his life. 

Bakugou watched as you bit the inside of your cheek and you gently pushed his hands away from your face. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Bakugou asked, slightly confused.

You looked away. “Like… Like we’re still together. In a relationship. Married.”

“I can’t help it,” Bakugou said, tucking his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from reaching out and grabbing you. “Bein’ around you makes me go back to old habits.”

“Yeah, me too,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes. “I just wish you would’ve talked to me back then. I know it was scary for you to come home after the attack but… you leaving me put me in more pain than any other physical attack could’ve ever done.”

Bakugou pressed his lips together. “I know. I should’ve talked to you more about it. And I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded and smiled softly at him and Bakugou clenched his teeth when the thoughts of having you on his lap while you moaned into his mouth and you tugged at his hair started to swirl around in his mind. Fuck, what was he, a teenager? It was astounding how even a smile from you made him aroused like it was his first time meeting you.

“You can… stay the night if you’d like,” you said in a shy whisper. “Since it’s so late.” He was a fucking idiot. You were just being nice and considerate, like you always were, and here he was thinking about how much he wanted you. And god, did he want you.

But he knew not to overstay his welcome. You already did so much for him by letting him have dinner with you and Suki. “I’m gonna head home. Give Katsuo some space. Kid, probably doesn’t want me here.”

You shook your head furiously. “No, he does want you here, don’t say that!”

Bakugou smiled. He knew he had to leave but he was struggling physically and mentally to leave the house. And you looked like a dream, even standing before him in the baggy shirt and loose shorts you had changed into for bed. Your eyes were red from crying and your lips were still overturned into a frown. Bakugou couldn’t help but think about your life with him before all this, before he decided to be a fucking idiot who couldn’t deal with the mere thought of you getting hurt without taking your feelings into consideration. How you’d walk around the house in his shirt, smiling the way you always did that made his heart hurt a little. Greeting him with a kiss when he came back from work and even on days when he had a shit patrol and was pissed, you knew exactly how to lift him up. Fuck. 

“I wish I could go back… do things differently,” Bakugou mumbled. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on your cheek. He felt you tense from his touch, and you held a hand to your cheek where he had kissed you when he pulled away. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You just nodded once. “Good night, Katsuki.”

“Night, Y/N,” Bakugou mumbled and he turned around and went out the door.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, the warmth on Bakugou’s lips still present on your cheek. Your throat hurt from how hard you were crying but nevertheless you felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. For so long you wondered why Bakugou had left and finally you got that answer, no matter how devastating it actually was.

Realizing how late it was, you finally moved from your spot and locked the front door. As you shut the door, you heard another door close and you turned toward the sound. It sounded like it came from Katsuo’s room.

“Tsuo?” You called out as quietly as you could. Softly knocking on the door, and when you didn’t get a reply, you cracked the door open and peered in. His lights were off and you could see the form of his body under the covers.

As entertaining as the movie was, you didn’t really care for it. Your attention was on your kids who sat on either side of you for the entirety of the movie. You smiled every time Suki giggled and made sure to pass the popcorn and soda equally between the two, knowing that if one child had the popcorn for a second longer than the other, another fight would erupt. One would think a five year age gap would make them get along better but apparently not. 

And as much as Katsuo was watching the movie and enjoying it, he also noticed how attentive you were to him and Suki and he smiled to himself.

When you returned home, you made sure the kids did their homework, assisting them as much as you could in compensation for taking them to the movies. By the end of the night they packed their school bags for their next day of school while you made their lunches. 

Suki skipped up to you, humming to herself and then hugged your waist. “I had a real fun time, Momma. I wanna spend more time with you like today.”

Katsuo nodded from the dining table. “Me too.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around your daughter. “Why don’t we do something like this once a week or once every two weeks?” The excitement in the children’s eyes made you add, “As long as you do your homework,” to which they groaned but eventually agreed. 

“I can’t wait,” Suki said with a squeal, squeezing your waist. 

You laughed, patting her back. “Alright, get to bed, you two.”

Suki nodded and went straight to her room and Katsuo looked at you expectantly. “You’re not going to bed?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “No, I have to make some lesson plans for the next few weeks and the principal needs them done soon.”

“Okay. Good night, Mom.” You wished Katsuo a ‘good night’ as well, sinking into one of the dining table chairs and pulling out your laptop to work.

It was nearly midnight and your back was killing you with the way you were hunched over your laptop for hours. It wasn’t that you wanted to spend hours at the dining table; this work just needed to be done.

And just as you were about to finish up and finally head to bed, a sturdy knock against your front door made you jolt in your seat. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at this hour…

You leaned over and grabbed the baseball bat you kept hidden behind the cupboard as you slowly tiptoed to the door. No had ever came to your house this late...

Peering into the peephole, you immediately got annoyed after seeing the person on the opposite side of the door. Unlocking the door, you whipped it open, baseball bat still in hand. “What the hell are you doing here, Katsuki?”

Bakugou stood before you, in a T-shirt and sweats and he just stared at you as if he was assessing you. You rolled your eyes, closing the door but his palm splayed out against the wood, preventing you from closing it. “What?” You asked again, even more irritated.

Bakugou looked down at the bat in your hands. “Were you gonna hit me with that?”

“I thought you were someone trying to break in. And if you don’t get to the point and tell me why you’re here, I will hit you with this.”

Bakugou considered you for a moment, his jaw clenching as he looked down at you and you felt like his eyes were burning right through you. Goddammit why the hell did he have to be so sexy after all these years? Why couldn’t he have gotten uglier with age and made encounters like this easier? 

But his next words immediately yanked you away from your thoughts. “Are you seein’ anybody?”

You blinked at him. “What?”

“I said, are you seein’ anybody?” He repeated, his voice stern.

Why the hell was he here wasting your time? “That’s none of your business.”

“It is my fucking business.”

You clenched your teeth, dropping the bat inside and stepping down onto the porch with him. You closed the door behind you; you didn’t want to wake the kids up to this bullshit. Bakugou was so close to you as you looked up at him but he didn’t move an inch and you stood your ground as well.

“In case you forgot, Katsuki, you divorced me. We’re not a couple, we’re not married, and we’re not together anymore so you don’t get to have a say in my dating life,” you said, annoyance littered all over your tone. 

Bakugou scoffed. “‘I don’t have a say?’ I do when it affects my fucking kids.”

You laughed humorlessly. “You’re insane. My dating life doesn’t involve the kids either because I’m not stupid enough to bring any man to my house. So no, this doesn’t involve you.”

Bakugou clenched his jaw again and he swallowed as if he was anticipating for you to say something that you had no idea what he was waiting to hear you say. “It involves me… ‘cause you’re dating my friend and my fucking classmate.”

You furrowed your brows in genuine confusion. “What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talkin’ about Izuku. Don’t lie to me.”

You paused for a moment before bursting out into laughter. This whole thing truly was comical. If Bakugou divorcing you all those years ago without giving you a single reason why was insane, this somehow was up there with the stupidest, most selfish shit he’s done. 

“What’s so damn funny?”

You seized your laughter gradually, narrowing your eyes at him. “Have you been following me?”

“No. I saw you guys out once. Answer the question.” The last time you had seen him this serious was in family court during your divorce proceedings. 

You shrugged. “Okay. What if we were dating? What’re you going to do about it?”

Bakugou froze and you couldn’t decipher the emotions passing through his face. He looked as if he had been shot in the back but also like he had received utterly devastating news. But this couldn’t be that. Why would this upset him? He was the one that left you.

He took a step closer to you. “Break up with him.”

“What?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Break up with him.”

You laughed again. This was so comical. “And why would I do that?”

“‘Cause I don’t like you two together.”

“Why?” You continued to probe. If he wanted to come to your doorstep this late at night and ask these ridiculous questions, you were going to make sure he gave you some answers before he left. 

Bakugou hesitated for a moment, his expression twisting into something you could only interpret as despair. “‘Cause I don’t wanna see you with anyone else,” he uttered in a whisper.

Your eyes flared and you had to clench your hand into a fist to refrain from slapping him. How dare he? “So I’m supposed to stay single for the rest of my damn life just because you don’t want me to be with anyone else? Get this through your head, Katsuki. I’m not basing my happiness on whether it appeases you or not, got it?”

Before you could continue scolding him, you nearly gasped when he placed his hands on your hips, coming even closer to you and looking you dead in the eyes. “Please. Please break up with him.”

Your eyes were so wide, your heart beating out of your chest. You hated the way your body reacted to even the slightest touch. It was old habits, old routines and god you missed his touch. But not enough to deal with this. 

You pushed his hands away from your body slowly. “It doesn’t matter,” you whispered. “Izuku and I aren’t dating.”

It was Bakugou’s turn to be shocked. “What? Why didn’t you just say that?”

You simply shrugged. “I wanted to see what you would say.”

“Why were you hangin’ out with him then?”

You held back the urge to roll your eyes. Questions upon questions… “Izuku transferred to the school as a substitute to cover some classes when he’s not busy at U.A. He found out I worked at the school and reached out to me and I put in a recommendation for him with the administration. We’ve been hanging out because he’s my coworker now and I wanted a friend. Mina’s busy being a hero, I'm a teacher, and I’m a single mother; there’s only so much time in the day for other human interaction that doesn't involve kids.”

His gaze softened as he took in everything you said. “Looked like you had a good time with him.”

“I can laugh and have a good time with someone and not date them since that’s such a difficult concept for you.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “So, no. I’m not dating anyone anytime soon.”

Bakugou paused for a moment. “Anyone?”

You hesitated. What the hell was he getting at? “Anyone.”

Bakugou nodded once, taking a step back. You could barely hear him say, “Sorry for botherin’ you this late.”

“So if you don’t want me dating anybody, does that mean you’re doing the same?” You had to know if the bastard was being hypocritical like you expected. Everyone and their mother had seen the various news articles about Dynamight and his alleged hookups with female pro heroes. 

So you were shocked to hear him say, “Of course.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean ‘of course?’”

Bakugou scanned your face for a moment. “Means I don’t wanna date anybody else besides–” He cut himself off and pressed his lips together. 

You were beyond confused. “Besides who?”

Bakugou blinked at her, taken aback by this. “Okay. I can still help though.”

She shook her head and smiled. “I know that but respectfully, sir… you look exhausted. You should go home and get some rest. Or spend some time with the kids! They definitely miss you!”

Bakugou nodded and dismissed her. As he took apart his hero suit, he thought about how he was going to see the kids soon anyways so it only made sense to go home. 

After getting home and realizing he had literally nothing in his fridge, since he usually bought enough groceries to feed the kids on the weekends and didn't bother with the rest of the week, Bakugou was on his way back home. Then he realized he had driven around aimlessly and his eyes widened when he recognized where he had subconsciously driven to. It was a Thai restaurant that you used to drag him to so many times that he started to get sick of it. When you were pregnant with Katsuo, it became a fixation of yours and it was the only time he didn’t complain about going. He knew not to complain about anything when you were pregnant. 

“Fucking idiot for coming here,” Bakugou cursed at himself and started to put his car in reverse until he stopped mid-movement, his hand resting on the gear shift. 

It was around lunchtime anyways and he knew there’d be a possibility that you’d come here since it was so close to the school, which was probably why he subconsciously drove there, but never in a million years would he imagine you’d be here with Izuku. 

He watched as you smiled at something Izuku said and Bakugou felt like his heart stopped beating momentarily. Fuck, you were so beautiful. He couldn’t remember the last time you’d smiled at him like that, only at him without the kids around. It had been years, back when even the mere sight of him made you smile. And now…

Bakugou’s fist clenched around the gear shift when you laughed at something and Izuku laughed with you. You had to be dating or seeing Izuku or something. He knew he hadn’t spoken to Izuku in a while since he was so busy with hero work and well, he hadn’t reached out to many of his friends consistently since the divorce. But he didn’t expect his childhood friend to start dating his damn ex-wife. 

A twinge of jealousy went through Bakugou’s body, well… more than a twinge. But Bakugou knew to cut the feeling off right as it arrived. He knew he had no right to be jealous and he didn’t deserve to be happy romantically. Not after what he did to you. But this was pissing him the fuck off.

And he’d do anything for you and for his kids. 

The sound of the sink running filled the room as you washed the dishes following dinner. Katsuo and Suki helped clean the table, like they did everyday before heading to bed. Another family routine you all had.

Suki walked up next to you, putting her dirty plate in the sink. “Mom, are we going to Dad’s tomorrow?” The weekend had come once again, another week whizzing by before you could even blink.

You smiled down at her. “Of course. You know you go to Dad’s every weekend.” Suki responded to you with a toothy grin. “You love going to Dad’s, huh?”

Suki nodded shyly but then stopped. “But… I love being with you, too, Mom! It’s just… we don’t see Dad as much as we see you.”

You wiped your hands before kissing her head. “I know, baby. I’m sorry you can’t see him as much as you want to. Dad’s got a busy work schedule.”

Suki wrapped her arms around your waist and leaned into you, her head pressing right under your chest. “It’s okay. At least I get to see you both.”

You smiled again, embracing your daughter back. You pulled away, smoothing Suki’s (H/C) hair down. “Go get some sleep. Only one more day of school left for the week.”

Suki sighed and nodded, wishing you a ‘good night’ and headed into her room. You grabbed a rag and started wiping the counters down. “Mom?”

You flinched at the sound of Katsuo’s voice, not realizing he was still by the dining table the whole time. “God, you scared me, Tsuo.”

He laughed at your reaction. “Sorry. But… do we have to go to Dad’s tomorrow? Can we stay here for a weekend?”

“You know Dad gets to see you every weekend. It’s part of our… agreement.” You didn’t feel the need to get into the details of your custody rights with your fourteen-year-old son.

Katsuo let out a small sigh. “I know. But we never get to hang out with you at all. We just go to school, come home, eat dinner, go to bed. It's the same thing everyday.”

It felt like your heart twisted in your chest. He had a point; the three of you did spend almost five days together but most of it consisted of going to school and then going home. You walked up to him, putting a hand to his shoulder. “Bring it up to Dad, okay? If you really want to stay home for a weekend.”

Katsuo nodded despondently and you bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating for a moment. “Tell you what, why don’t we see a movie on Monday? After school?”

Katsuo’s vermillion eyes lit up. “Really? On a school night? You’d go with us?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “I know I’m strict on school nights but I’ll make an exception. I also feel like I don’t get to spend enough time with you two.”

Katsuo stood up and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, and you were taken aback. “Thanks, Mom.”

You nodded and Suki walked in waving goodbye to her father as she went to grab her bookbag. Katsuo just strolled in, not saying a word and you called his name out before he could retreat to his room. He looked back at you and you cocked your head towards the door. “Bye, Dad,” Katsuo begrudgingly mumbled and went into his room.

You sighed, turning to your ex-husband. “I’ll pick ‘em up on Friday,” Bakugou said to which you nodded again.

It didn’t matter to you to care about farewells when it came to Bakugou so you started to close the door until you heard, “Y/N!” 

You flinched at the sound of your name coming out of Bakugou’s mouth and you pulled the door back a little. “What,” you asked curtly.

Bakugou pressed his lips together and clicked his tongue. “Never mind.” He turned around to get back to his car. “Have a good day at work,” he said over his shoulder.

You stood for a moment, blinking in confusion. What the hell was that about?

As much as you wanted to dwell and pick apart that weird interaction, you didn’t have the time and had to get yourself and the kids to school.

“And they lived…” You started, looking in front of you at all the expectant five-year-olds to join, “Happily Ever After!” The kids clapped as you finished the storytime book for the day, just in time as the lunch bell’s shrill ring echoed throughout the class.

The students all jumped up to grab their lunch bags, the student aid coming into your classroom and smiling at you as he waited for all of the children to follow him to the cafeteria and the school yard for recess. 

“Bye Ms. (L/N)!” One of your students said with a grin as he sped out of the room. You waved to your kids, letting out a sigh once they had all left and you sunk into your desk chair. It was so hectic that morning you didn’t have enough time to pack a lunch.

But as if your prayers were answered, a knock sounded at your open door and you looked over, smiling at the man standing at the doorway. 

“I didn’t know you were coming to the school today,” you said, getting up to greet Izuku.

“Yeah, the admin had a class they wanted me to substitute for today,” he answered, looking around at the brightly decorated room. “Did you have any plans for lunch today?”

You shook your head. “I forgot to pack a lunch but I’ll probably head out now to get something.”

“Can I join you?”

You smiled softly. “Of course.”

Katsuo didn’t know what he was doing. It was stupid to hang out with these delinquents who kept talking about wanting to smoke cigarettes that they definitely stole from their parents and Katsuo followed along because he didn’t care to be in school. He didn’t care to do anything really. 

He leaned against the wall in front of the convenience store, waiting for his friends to come out with the snacks they ventured there for. It was all deliberate. Katsuo made sure he and his alleged friends went to a store close enough to school that he could retreat back in time for you to drive him and Suki back home. He made sure you never found out about this; he’d never want to disappoint you of all people.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, listening to the music blasting from his earbuds until the sound of laughter broke away his attention from staring at the concrete ground. Katsuo looked up and his eyes widened when he saw you and a man he recognized as one of the new substitute teachers exit a car he didn’t recognize. It had to belong to the substitute; it was way too extravagant for you.

Katsuo moved around to the side of the convenience store, making sure he was out of your field of vision, because you definitely would kill him if you found out he was skipping class, but he peered his head out so he could watch you. He ripped his earbuds out of his ears and observed as you and the substitute walked up to a small Chinese take out shop next to the convenience store. To Katsuo’s luck of course the shop had to have an outdoor service as you and the man gave your orders from outside the window of the shop.

Katsuo groaned inwardly when he realized you were going to wait outside the store for your food. He couldn’t quite make out what you were talking about with the man but his eyes widened when he heard you laugh.

You had your head back, eyes crinkled and you were smiling so wide in a way Katsuo hadn't seen in a long time. Was this woman really his mother?

Midoriya, Katsuo thought to himself, remembering the old hero that had gone to school with his father and who ended up teaching at U.A. High. Katsuo recalled hearing about Mr. Midoriya coming to his school sometimes to substitute miscellaneous classes. 

The more Katsuo observed you and Mr. Midoriya the more he was convinced of one thing: you had finally started dating other people. He didn’t expect you to date one of his father’s old friends but he expected the day would come eventually. There was definitely no way you’d get back together with his father, Katsuo knew that for sure. Not after what he did and what he put you through.

He felt conflicted. On one hand, Katsuo was overjoyed to see how happy you looked but it felt… odd. He didn’t want his Mom seeing other people, as if they’d be good enough to be with her anyways. But he also wanted you to be happy, especially since no matter how hard you tried to hide it from him and Suki, there was another thing Katsuo knew for sure: you were lonely. 

Suki hummed to herself as she kicked her feet under one of the chairs at your dining table and attempted to do her homework. Any time she asked a simple math question to you, hoping you’d just give her the answer, you’d feign uncertainty which would make her huff in annoyance. 

Suki grumbled under her breath, glancing over at you in the kitchen as you cooked dinner for the three of them and then to her brother seated next to her at the dining table who was also allegedly doing his homework. Suki narrowed her eyes at Katsuo, knowing he was pretending to be hard at work in front of you. She wouldn’t out him, not yet. She wanted to wait for the perfect time to blackmail him with something before threatening to tell you about him faking his homework. 

“When will dinner be ready, Mom?” Suki asked.

“It’s almost done, sweetie. Give me ten minutes,” you said over the exhaust fan. 

“Okay, I’m gonna shower before that,” Suki announced and went into the bathroom she shared with her brother. 

Katsuo looked over, making sure he heard the shower running before he got up to stand beside you. You glanced over at him as you continued to make your stir fry vegetables. “Can I ask you something?” Katsuo asked, turning the exhaust fan a few levels lower so you could hear him.

“You can ask me anything, Tsuo.”

Katsuo paused for a moment. “When you’re at home, are you happy?”

You almost laughed at the abrupt question. “Of course I am. I have you and Suki here.”

“No, I meant… when you’re home alone. When Suki and I are at Dad’s.”

You almost stopped sautéing but continued to not indicate anything to Katsuo. You just smiled at him. “You don’t have to worry about that, baby.”

Katsuo let out an exasperated sigh. “No, I’m asking about–” He cut himself off and walked back to the dining table. “Never mind.”

You assessed your son and didn’t understand what he was getting at or why he looked so dejected but you turned the stove off, walking over and sitting beside him. “You know, the house is a lot quieter without you guys here and I always miss you when you’re away. But I’m not lonely, if that’s what you were worried about. And if I ever did feel lonely I would just hang out with the people I love like Auntie Mina or my family.”

Katsuo nodded, taking in what you were saying. He pressed his lips together before asking, “What about a boyfriend?”

You were taken aback, blinking at him. “Well, I guess… if I had a boyfriend, then I’d be with him, too.”

“If you had a boyfriend, would you tell me and Suki ‘bout him?”

You let out a laugh. “Where is all this coming from, Tsuo?”

“I just wanna know.”

You smiled at your son. “Yes, of course I would tell you both if I was seeing anyone. Your opinion means the world to me. Both of you mean the world to me and I’d only want to be with someone you two would like.”

Katsuo nodded slowly, processing everything. You leaned forward, planting a kiss on his head before getting up and continuing to finish with dinner before Suki got out of the shower and complained about being hungry.

Katsuo turned and watched you, your back facing him as you turned the stove back on. He kept thinking about seeing you and Mr. Midoriya together.

Bakugou grinned, kneeling down and embracing his five-year-old daughter. “Hey, princess.”

Katsuo followed close behind her, smiling upon seeing his father. “Hey, bud,” Bakugou said to his son.

Bakugou stood to his feet with Suki in his arms and he felt himself freeze once you walked in. He didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful, but you did, every single time he saw you.

You were spared having to talk to him once Katsuo’s teacher stuck her head into the office. “I’m ready for you,” she said with a smile. “Please follow me into my classroom.”

You thanked her and followed her out of the office. Suki had her arms around Bakugou’s neck and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Bakugou had his eyes on you, your back specifically since you refused to look at him. You had your arms crossed over your chest, as if you were protecting yourself. And Katsuo caught onto that as he glanced back at his father and then tugged one of your arms to hold your hand.

“You look sad, Mom,” he whispered to you, low enough that Bakugou wouldn’t hear.

You smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m okay, sweetie.”

The conference went well. Katsuo’s teacher was gushing about how much of a great student he was and how caring he was towards his classmates. Katsuo asked to leave the meeting because he kept blushing and getting embarrassed from all of the compliments.

By the time the four of you walked out of the building, it was nightfall.

Suki hopped down the steps, humming to herself. “Daddy! Daddy! Can we go to the movies tomorrow?”

“‘Course,” Bakugou answered, holding her hand in fear of her falling and hurting herself.

You and Katsuo walked down a few steps ahead of him and Bakugou watched you while listening to Suki ramble to him. You seemed more relaxed compared to the beginning of the night, laughing at whatever Katsuo was telling you. 

Bakugou felt a tightening pain in his chest. 

Bakugou buckled Suki into her car seat and you kissed them both goodbye. It was the weekend, which meant they stayed with Bakugou.

He closed the door and after saying your goodbyes, you stood by your car which was only one parking spot over. Bakugou didn’t notice Katsuo cracking the window a little as he closed the back door.

“I’ll drop ‘em off on Monday,” Bakugou said to you. You nodded, looking off to the side before turning around to get into your car.

But Bakugou didn’t want you to leave yet.

“You didn’t tell me how Suki’s been in class,” he said, causing you to turn back around. With Suki being five, she was in your first grade class, which Suki always told Bakugou how much fun it was to have Momma as a teacher.

You smiled at the mere mention of your daughter. “She’s been great. She gets along with the other kids and she does talk sometimes during class but… she’s doing good.”

Bakugou nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets from how much they were shaking. Even a simple conversation with you made him so damn nervous. “How ‘bout you?”

“What?” You said, taken aback. 

“How have you been doin’?” He repeated.

You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you even care?”

“‘Course I care.”

“You’re so damn confusing,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

Bakugou nodded and you stared back at him, assessing him in a way that made him fidget. “I’ll see you Monday,” you said softly before turning around.

Bakugou watched as you got in your car, waving at the kids before driving away. 

Bakugou groaned as he completed yet another report from his patrol the day before which he had been slacking on. It was his least favorite part about being a hero, these damn reports. 

The kids were in bed with it being late in the night so Bakugou was surprised to see Katsuo walk down the steps into the living room. 

“Tsuo, what’re you doin’ up?” Bakugou asked.

Katsuo shrugged, leaning against the bannister. “Can’t sleep… I was, uh, thinking about something.”

“‘Bout what?” Bakugou asked, rubbing his eye after staring at his laptop screen for so long.

Katsuo clenched his jaw for a moment. “About how you and Mom got divorced.” Bakugou nearly flinched from his son’s words. He closed his laptop and set it aside. 

“You never told us why you guys divorced,” Katsuo went on.

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his hair. “‘Cause you’re kids.”

“I’m ten now,” Katsuo refuted.

“And you’re still a kid,” Bakugou reiterated.

Katsuo exhaled through his nose. “I wanna know.”

“Things just… didn’t work. I dunno,” Bakugou said vaguely.

“So it was mutual?” Katsuo asked, watching his father carefully. Bakugou made the mistake of lying as he nodded his head. He couldn’t tell Katsuo the truth.

“So you left each other?” Katsuo questioned even further.

Bakugou swallowed as he said, “Yeah.”

Katsuo scoffed, turning around towards the staircase. “Unbelievable,” he grumbled. 

Bakugou stood to his feet. “Tsuo, wait–”

Katsuo paused on the bottom step as he looked back at his father looking absolutely enraged. “Don’t lie to me. Not when it’s about Mom.”

Before Bakugou could say anything else, Katsuo stomped back upstairs, slamming his door shut.

Bakugou collapsed back onto the couch with a sigh, rubbing his temples. One day he’d tell the kids the truth but he couldn’t now, not when they were still so young.