singledad! bakugou but his firstborn is so different from how he was as a kid, shy and quiet. his heart squeezing and aching when his boy runs up to him asking why the older kids in the park won't play with him. watching him walk out of his first day of school with a sad pout on his face as his teacher brings him out. "it's hard for some kids to adapt in the first few weeks," she says sympathetically, and bakugou tries to believe her, but it's hard when his baby is looking at him with angel tears in his eyes and telling him, "i don't think the other kids like me, daddy."
he tries his best to help his baby, teaching him soccer, organizing play dates where he shows up in his dynamite costume to impress the other (shithead) kids. he tells him how great he is every night, his sweet baby, how it's okay that he takes his time to warm up to people and he'd find the right person soon. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat when his son would come home crying, saying none of the kids would build legos with him, how he finds it hard to join the friend groups in his class. by the end of the third week, bakugou was already looking at other schools in other towns. maybe they'd have better luck there? homeschooling would surely make things worse. maybe a montessori?
he sighs, pulling up to the school expecting another soul-crushing story. him being surprised when he sees his baby running up to him smiling, his chubby hands making grabby hands for bakugou to grab him. "had a good day, baby?" he lets out an excited nod, mentioning how he's made his own group of friends now. "i have three now," he mentions excitedly, and bakugou feels his heart swell.
"We're doing more group activities so the kids can get to know each other better." bakugou snaps his gaze to you, this isn't the same teacher who's been bringing his kid out for the past two weeks. "Some of the teachers are being switched up," you tell him knowingly. "I'm handling his class now, I'm sure the school has sent out the email." shit, he's usually on top of these things, but he's been so focused on looking for new schools he must've missed this one. "been busy," he decides to say shortly. "thanks for helping him," he adds. "No worries!" you say brightly. "he's a good kid, he's just shy." bakugou looks unimpressed, yeah, he is, and so what? doesn't mean it's an excuse for the teachers to just let him be. "thanks again," he says shortly, accompanied by a "bye, miss!" from his baby.
the whole ride home was filled with stories about his day. "we built legos of uncle shoto." "ryo shared his brownie with me." "yushi wants me to watch the new toy story with him." bakugou listens attentively, feeling lighter than he has in weeks.
he opens up his laptop once he's put him to sleep, scrolling through his emails until he finds one from the school explaining the restructuring of teachers. he puts your name in the search bar, curiosity getting the best of him, finding your instagram and seeing your posts. it's mostly just pictures of you and your friends, cheeks pressed together, a grin on both your faces. he scrolls down a few more times before landing on a post of you at a beach, blue bikini on, doing some yoga pose by the shore. he stares at it long enough, seeing the curve of your ass fitting perfectly against your bottoms. he bites his lip, clicking his phone off. he is absolutely not going to ruin this for his kid, he's struggled hard enough, and so what if you're helping him? it's your job. he slams his laptop shut, his baby is okay—or starting to be—and that's all that matters to him.
