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The first warning sign should've been the silence.

You narrowed your eyes as you walked into the kitchen, grocery bags balanced on your hip.

"...Baby?"

No answer.

"...Choso?"

Still nothing…That was suspicious.

You rounded the corner and immediately froze.

Flour everywhere.

Across the countertops.

On the floor.

On the cabinets.

Standing in the middle of the disaster was Choso, his long dark hair tied into a messy bun, wearing one of your pastel aprons that read Kiss the Cook. White powder coated the tip of his nose.

Your four-year-old daughter looked even worse.

She blinked up at you with huge innocent eyes.

"...Surprise?"

You stared.

Then at Choso.

"...Explain."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"So... she wanted peach cobbler and thought I’d make it.”

"And you let her help?”

"...Yes."

"And then left her alone with the flour?”

"...For...maybe twenty seconds."

Your daughter proudly held up an empty five-pound bag.

"I made snow!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

Choso had the decency to look ashamed.

"...I was getting eggs."

"You were getting eggs."

"They were in the fridge."

You sighed dramatically.

"This is exactly why I can't leave y'all alone."

Your daughter gasped.

"Daddy tried."

"I know, baby."

"He made a mountain."

"I can see that."

"And then I sneezed."

"...Mm."

"And then Daddy sneezed."

Choso muttered, "There was...a chain reaction."

You looked at him.

"...Don't laugh."

"I'm trying not to."

His lips twitched.

Within seconds both of you were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

Your daughter joined in despite not knowing why.

"Okay."

You rolled your sleeves up.

"If we're already committed to the mess..."

You clapped your hands.

"We're making peach cobbler."

Your daughter cheered loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

The kitchen transformed from chaos into controlled chaos.

Butter melted in a saucepan while cinnamon filled the air.

Brown sugar, nutmeg, vanilla and fresh peaches.

Your daughter insisted on stirring everything herself.

Very seriously.

With both hands gripping the wooden spoon.

"I got this."

Choso crouched beside her.

"I believe you."

She puffed her little chest out.

"I'm strong."

"You are."

"So strong."

"The strongest."

She immediately tried lifting the five-pound bag of sugar.

"...Never mind."

Choso caught it before it crushed her foot.

You laughed so hard you had to lean against the counter.

"Daddy."

"Yeah?"

"Can peaches swim?"

He blinked.

"...In syrup? I guess."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"They're little floaties."

"That's scientifically accurate enough."

You snorted.

"Please don't help her with homework later."

Music played softly through the speaker.

An old-school R&B playlist.

The kind that always made cooking feel warmer.

You hummed while peeling peaches.

Choso wandered over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"You need something?"

"No."

"You just wanted to be in the way?"

"Mhm."

His chin rested on your shoulder.

You smiled despite yourself.

"Our daughter is watching."

"So?"

"So you're setting an example."

"I am."

"What example?"

He kissed your cheek.

"Love your wife."

Heat spread across your face.

"Boy..."

"What?"

"You know exactly what you're doing."

"I do."

Halfway through mixing the batter—

"Oops."

Everyone froze.

Your daughter stared at the bowl.

Then at the egg dripping down the cabinet.

"...It escaped."

Silence.

Then Choso nodded solemnly.

"That egg fought bravely."

"It lost."

"It did."

You couldn't stop laughing.

Eventually the cobbler slid into the oven.

Golden.

Perfect.

The smell alone wrapped around the house like a hug.

Your daughter sat in front of the oven window like it was television.

"Is it ready?"

"No."

"...Now?"

"No."

"...Now?"

"It's been twelve seconds."

"Oh."

When it finally cooled enough to eat, you scooped generous portions into bowls.

Vanilla ice cream melted over the warm peaches.

The first bite made Choso close his eyes.

"...Wow."

You raised an eyebrow.

"That good?"

"I might cry."

"It is just peach cobbler."

"No."

He pointed his spoon toward you.

"This is love."

You rolled your eyes.

"Boy bye! You are so dramatic."

Your daughter took one bite.

Then another.

Then another.

Her little feet kicked happily beneath the chair.

"This is yummy."

You smiled.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I LOVE it."

A few days later, you were walking through the neighborhood together.

Choso held your daughter's hand.

You carried a container of leftover cobbler to drop off at a neighbor's house.

Mrs. Jenkins answered the door with a warm smile.

"Oh! Visitors."

Before anyone could speak, your daughter practically shouted

"My mama makes the BEST peach cobbler EVER!"

Mrs. Jenkins laughed.

"Does she now?"

"The best!"

She stretched her arms as wide as they could go.

"The whole world best!"

"And Daddy helped."

Choso cleared his throat.

"I mostly made the mess."

"You made LOTS of mess."

"I believe that too."

Mrs. Jenkins accepted the dish with a grin.

"Well, now I've got high expectations."

"You should," your daughter declared with complete confidence. "My mama cooks with love."

The words landed softly.

You glanced at Choso.

His expression had gone tender and proud.

When you started walking again, he reached for your hand without a word.

His fingers intertwined with yours.

After a moment, he leaned down and kissed your temple.

"Our daughter isn't wrong."

He smiled—that small, genuine smile he saved for the people he loved most.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles.

"You make the best peach cobbler."

He looked at your daughter happily skipping ahead, already telling another neighbor the exact same thing.

"And somehow..."

His gaze returned to you.

"You made this feel like home, too."

The cobbler would be gone by the end of the evening.

The flour had long since been cleaned off the ceiling.

But every time someone in the neighborhood complimented your dessert after that, your daughter would proudly announce, with all the certainty in the world

"My mama's peach cobbler is the best ever."

a/n: sorry for the lateness! I’m feeling better

You love working with kids and being around them. So, you decided to volunteer at a daycare and it’s been the best few months.

One kid in particular, naomi has become attached to you because you’re always so patient with her. If she came to school with messy hair you never hesitated to fix it, when she invited you at her table to help color in her book you participated.

Soon knowing her, you come to find out that her father Nanami is Asian while she was mixed. You were shocked to say the least but seeing their interactions made your heart melt.

you were sitting at your desk doing something on your computer when tiny fingers hover just beside one of the braided buns sitting neatly atop your head.

"So pretty..."

Your eyes lift from the picture book resting in your lap, meeting hers with a smile.

"You like my hair?"

She nods so enthusiastically that the puff perched on the back of her head bounces with her.

"Mhm."

"Well, thank you."

A shy grin spreads across her face before her hand slowly falls away from your hair.

She reaches for one of her own curls instead.

Her fingers twist around the strand for a moment before her shoulders droop.

"I wish my hair looked pretty like yours."

The quiet confession catches you off guard.

Your smile softens immediately.

Without another thought, you kneel until you're eye level with her.

"Gorgeous girl," you say gently, brushing a curl away from her forehead. "Your hair is pretty."

She shrugs.

"Daddy tries but he doesn't know how."

Your heart pinches.

Over the last few months, you've gotten to know Nanami well enough through afternoon pickups.

Always punctual.

Always polite.

Always dressed like he'd walked straight out of an office despite looking like he'd spent the last twelve hours carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

His daughter always ran into his arms with the biggest smile you'd ever seen.

And every single day, his face softened the second she hugged him.

Whatever happened outside these daycare walls, he never let it follow him through the classroom doors.

You glance toward the clock.

Three thirty.

He'll be here any minute.

Sure enough, the classroom door slides open.

Nanami steps inside with the familiar leather briefcase hanging from one shoulder, blond hair just slightly out of place and his tie loosened enough to tell you today had been another long one.

"Daddy!"

She practically launches herself across the room.

He barely has enough time to kneel before she crashes into him.

"There you are," he murmurs, wrapping both arms around her.

His voice is quiet.

Calm.

"I missed you."

"I made a picture!"

"I'm sure it's wonderful."

"And I colored outside the lines but Miss Y/N said that's okay because flowers don't have to look real."

Nanami glances up at you.

A small smile touches his lips.

"I'm sure she was right."

You return the smile before walking over with the sign out sheet.

He thanks you like he always does.

Soft spoken.

Sincere.

Never in a hurry despite the exhaustion lingering beneath his eyes.

Just as he's about to leave, you clear your throat.

"Mr. Nanami…can we talk?"

He looks back immediately.

Concern flashes across his face.

"Did something happen?"

"Oh." You wave your hand quickly. "No, nothing like that."

The tension visibly leaves his shoulders.

"I actually wanted to ask you something."

He waits patiently.

"It's about..." You glance toward his daughter, who's now proudly showing another child the picture she'd made.

"...her hair."

For a brief moment, something unreadable crosses his expression.

Then he sighs.

A tired, almost defeated sigh.

"...She mentioned something today, didn't she?"

You hesitate.

"She said she wishes her hair looked like mine."

He closes his eyes for the briefest second.

"I figured."

There's no defensiveness in his voice.

Only disappointment in himself.

"I've been trying," he admits quietly.

"I've watched tutorials."

He lets out a small laugh that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"I've watched so many tutorials."

"I bought a detangling brush."

"Leave in conditioner."

"Hair butter."

"Spray bottle."

He counts them off almost absentmindedly.

"I even made a list after another parent gave me recommendations."

Your eyebrows lift.

"You've really been doing your homework."

"I've tried."

His gaze drifts toward his daughter.

"I just..."

He pauses.

Choosing his words carefully.

"I worry I'm hurting her."

Your chest tightens.

"She has such thick, beautiful curls."

"They tangle overnight."

"Every morning I promise myself I'll do better."

He smiles faintly.

"Every morning ends with one of us crying."

You blink.

"One of you?"

He looks almost embarrassed.

"...Usually both."

You frown feeling sorry.

Nanami rubs the back of his neck.

"I know she'll remember these mornings one day."

"I don't want her to remember them as something she dreaded."

Silence settles between you for a moment.

Then you smile.

"I could teach you."

He blinks.

"I'm sorry?"

"I could teach you how to do her hair."

His brows knit together.

"You don't have to do it for us."

"I know."

You smile a little wider.

"I don't want to do it for you."

"I want to show you."

"You obviously care enough to learn."

"I think you just need someone there the first few times."

For the first time since you've met him, Nanami genuinely looks speechless.

"...You'd do that?"

"Of course."

He looks over at his daughter again.

She's giggling with another little girl, completely oblivious to the conversation happening a few feet away.

When he looks back at you, there's something softer in his eyes.

Something warmer.

"...Thank you."

"I don't think you realize how much that means to me."

A smile tugs at your lips.

"I have Saturday off."

"So do I."

"Perfect."

His daughter suddenly appears between the two of you.

"Daddy!"

She tugs on his pant leg.

"Can Miss Y/N come over?"

Both you and Nanami stare at her.

Then at each other.

A small, amused chuckle escapes him.

"I suppose..." he says, eyes never quite leaving yours, "...if Miss Y/N doesn't mind spending part of her Saturday teaching your old man a thing or two."

Her entire face lights up.

"You'll come?"

Looking at the excitement sparkling in her eyes, you realize there was never really another answer.

"I'll be there."

And judging by the way Nanami smiles at you, something tells you Saturday is going to be the beginning of something much bigger than a hair lesson.

Saturday arrives much faster than you expect.

You spend an embarrassing amount of time staring at your closet before finally settling on something comfortable.

A plain fitted top paired with a cardigan, leggings, and your favorite gold hoops.

Comfortable enough to spend a few hours doing hair.

Presentable enough that you don't feel underdressed if Nanami somehow still manages to look like he stepped out of a magazine on his day off.

By the time you're pulling into the driveway, you've convinced yourself you're overthinking it.

You're here to teach him how to braid.

That's all.

You barely have a chance to knock before the front door swings open.

"There she is!"

His daughter beams at you, already dressed for the day in a little yellow shirt covered in daisies.

She throws herself around your waist without a second thought.

You laugh, returning the hug.

"Good morning to you too."

"I've been waiting!"

"I can tell."

She grabs your hand.

"Come see!"

You glance toward the doorway just as Nanami appears.

Today he's traded his usual suit for a charcoal t shirt and gray sweatpants.

Simple yet so flattering. You almost don't recognize him without the tie.

His blond hair falls a little messier than usual, like he'd run his hand through it one too many times that morning.

It suits him.

"Good morning," he says, offering you the same gentle smile you've grown used to.

"You found the place alright?"

"I did."

"Thank you again for coming."

His gratitude is just as sincere as it had been a few days ago.

"It really isn't any trouble."

Before either of you can say another word, his daughter is tugging on both your hands.

"Hurry!"

She drags you toward the kitchen.

The second you step inside, you stop.

The entire kitchen table is covered.

Spray bottles.

Leave in conditioner.

Hair butter.

Edge control.

Hair ties.

Wide tooth combs.

A detangling brush.

Silk scrunchies.

Even a satin bonnet still sitting inside its packaging.

You blink.

"...Nanami."

He suddenly looks very interested in the coffee maker.

"I wasn't entirely sure what we'd need."

You stare at the mountain of products.

"I may have..."

He clears his throat.

"...gotten carried away."

You can't help it and laugh.

When you glance back at him, the corners of his lips have lifted too.

"I've never seen someone panic buy an entire beauty supply store."

His ears tint pink.

"I preferred having too much over not enough."

You pick up one of the bottles, turning it over.

"You even bought two different leave in conditioners.”

"I wasn't sure which one was better."

"So you bought both?"

"...Yes."

"And three different brushes."

"...Correct."

You laugh again.

"I can work with this."

He lets out what sounds suspiciously like a sigh of relief.

His daughter climbs into one of the dining chairs.

"I'm ready!"

"So eager," you tease.

She grins.

"You said you'd make me pretty."

Your expression softens immediately.

Walking over, you gently cup her cheek.

"I said we'd do your hair."

She nods confidently.

"Pretty hair."

You smile.

"Pretty hair."

You grab the spray bottle first.

"Rule number one."

Nanami is already paying attention.

Almost too much attention.

He's standing beside you with his phone in one hand.

"...Are you taking notes?"

"If that's alright."

You blink.

Then smile.

"It's more than alright."

He opens a blank note.

"Ready."

You have to bite back another smile.

"First, never brush curly hair completely dry."

He immediately types.

You continue dampening her curls with water before working a leave in conditioner through each section.

"This helps with moisture and makes detangling easier."

He nods.

"Water first."

"Then leave in."

"Exactly."

His daughter hums happily while you gently separate her curls into sections.

"No rushing," you explain.

"Always start from the ends and work your way toward the roots."

Nanami kneels beside you, watching every movement with complete focus.

Not because he's fascinated by hair.

Because he wants to remember every step.

You hand him the detangling brush.

"Your turn."

His eyes widen.

"...Already?"

"You've got this."

He looks doubtful.

His daughter looks thrilled.

"Daddy!"

She pats the chair beside her.

"Come here."

He kneels behind her carefully.

Almost nervously.

You guide his hand toward one section.

"Small strokes."

He nods.

The brush catches.

He freezes.

"I'm hurting you."

"No you're not," his daughter says matter of factly.

"You stopped before it did."

You smile.

"She's tougher than you think."

He tries again

Slower this time.

Gentler.

Within a few minutes the section is completely detangled.

His shoulders visibly relax.

"...That wasn't so bad."

"I told you."

His daughter beams up at him.

"You did it!"

She throws both arms around his neck without warning.

"I knew you could."

Nanami lets out the softest laugh you've ever heard.

One hand instinctively rubs her back.

"Thank you for believing in me."

Your heart does something funny in your chest.

You quickly busy yourself reaching for another hair tie before either of them notices.

Because suddenly this doesn't feel like you're teaching someone how to braid hair.

It feels like you've been invited into something precious.

Something quiet.

A little family learning together.

And somehow...

You already feel like you belong there.

By the time every section is detangled, Nanami looks like he's just completed a marathon.

You hand him a bottle of hair butter.

"A little goes a long way."

He twists the lid open.

"...How little is a little?"

You pinch a small amount between your fingers.

"This much."

His brows knit together.

"That doesn't seem like enough."

You smile.

"I promise."

He copies your movements carefully before rubbing it between his palms.

His daughter watches him with the utmost seriousness.

"Daddy."

"Yes?"

"You missed one."

He blinks.

"I did?"

She points dramatically toward the back of her head.

"Right there."

Nanami sighs.

"I stand corrected."

You laugh, reaching over to smooth a bit more product through the forgotten section.

"It happens."

"I'll remember next time."

"I know you will."

The confidence in your voice surprises him.

You can tell by the way he looks at you.

Like no one's ever simply... believed in him before.

You divide her hair cleanly into four sections.

"Okay."

"The braids are probably the hardest part."

Nanami straightens immediately.

"I'm ready."

"You say that now."

He gives you the smallest smile.

"I'll regret saying it in five minutes."

"You definitely will."

The first braid lasts all of three seconds.

His fingers lose the sections almost immediately.

"...Where did the middle piece go?"

You laugh so hard you have to cover your mouth.

"I don't know."

"It disappeared."

"It didn't disappear."

"I'm fairly certain it did."

His daughter giggles loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

"Daddy's funny."

"I don't think she means that as a compliment."

"Oh, I definitely don't."

He places a hand over his chest.

"You wound me."

You grin.

"I haven't even graded your braid yet."

"...Please don't."

You lean over to inspect it.

It isn't...

Terrible.

It's loose.

Crooked.

A few curls have escaped.

But for a first attempt...

It's honestly adorable.

"I've seen worse."

"I don't know whether to be encouraged or offended."

"Encouraged."

"Barely."

Another laugh slips past your lips.

Somewhere between arriving this morning and sitting around the kitchen table together, the awkwardness had quietly disappeared.

Conversation came easily now.

The teasing felt natural.

Comfortable.

Like you'd known each other much longer than a few months of daycare pickups.

"Want me to show you?"

He nods immediately.

You move your chair beside his.

"So."

You gently gather the three sections into his hands.

"Hold these tighter."

Your fingers brush against his.

Warm.

Large.

He stills for half a second.

Neither of you says anything.

You pretend not to notice.

"This hand stays here."

You guide his fingers into place.

"Now cross this one over."

His attention stays fixed on your hands.

"So I'm always bringing the outside piece toward the middle?"

"Exactly."

"And then the other side?"

"Mhm."

"I think..."

He pauses.

"...I actually understand."

"You do."

You smile.

"Now keep going."

Slowly.

Carefully.

He follows every step exactly as you showed him.

One crossover.

Then another.

Then another.

Until...

"...I did it."

There's genuine surprise in his voice.

You look down.

The braid is still a little uneven.

A little loose.

But unmistakably a braid.

You beam.

"Nanami."

He looks up.

"You just braided your daughter's hair."

For a moment he only stares.

Then he looks toward his daughter.

She twists around as much as she can.

"Is it done?"

"Almost."

You secure the end with a small elastic before turning her toward the hallway.

"Go look."

She hops down from the chair and runs.

Tiny feet pattering across the hardwood.

A few seconds later...

"DADDY!"

Her voice echoes through the house.

"I LOOK SO CUTE!"

Nanami stands before he even realizes he's moving.

By the time he reaches the hallway, she's already spinning in front of the mirror.

The braid bounces against her shoulder.

"I look like a princess!"

"You do," he says quietly.

She turns around.

"You did it!"

His eyes soften.

"We did it."

"No."

She shakes her head.

"You did."

She throws her little arms around his waist so suddenly that he nearly loses his balance.

"I love it."

Nanami hugs her back.

Tightly.

Like he's trying to memorize the moment.

From the kitchen doorway, you quietly watch them.

Something warm settles in your chest.

You'd expected to spend the morning teaching someone how to braid.

You hadn't expected to witness a father proving to himself that he could give his daughter something she'd been longing for.

When Nanami glances over his daughter's shoulder, he catches you watching.

For just a moment...

Neither of you looks away.

His smile is small.

Almost shy.

But it's the brightest you've ever seen him.

"...Thank you," he mouths.

You simply smile back.

Because somehow...

Thank you doesn't feel nearly big enough.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 1: 𝓝𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 | hair braiding lesson

𝐃𝐀𝐘 2: 𝓒𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 | “sweet as pie”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 3: 𝓣𝒐𝒋𝒊 | “saturday soccer”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 4: 𝓖𝒐𝒋𝒐 | “spirit & festivities”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 5: 𝓢𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 | Parent-Teacher Conference

𝐃𝐀𝐘 6: 𝓢𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 | “A place beside us”

As a big thank you for reaching 600 followers here, I wanted to do something for y’all <3

After posting a poll I made a few days and seeing what you guys were interested in, I’ve decided to do a week of jjk dilfs x black reader featuring fluff, romance, family moments, and a little heat.

Thank you sm for 600!! Your support and love is the reason I enjoy writing for my community..I hope you enjoy and stay tuned!!

You prank call bakugou and tell him you stole something and now have to pay the consequences

a/n: interview fic is back!! Should I keep the series going?

A production assistant hurried past with a clipboard while another adjusted the lighting.

Across the room someone whispered, "Can somebody hide the boom mic? She keeps looking at it."

"I can hear you.”

Sheepish chuckles rippled through the studio as the cameras finally started rolling.

The producer spoke behind the camera as they directed you to pick a prompt from the box in front of you.

You leaned forward and grabbed the piece of paper. You opened it and read it out loud

“Call someone and tell them someone stopped you in the parking lot, accused you of stealing from them, and now they're saying they're calling the police.”

You looked up

“Oo that’s so evil.”

"It gets better," another producer chimed in, barely containing their smile.

"You have to admit you took it because you thought it was cute."

Your eyes widened in shock.

WHAT. Oh yall tryna get me cussed out.”

everyone erupted in laughter.

“Okay, i think I’m gonna call my boyfriend, bakugou Katsuki (aka Dynamight) just because I feel like he’ll have the best reaction.”

You go into your contacts and call him. You sat up straight as the phone rang before he finally he picked up

“I’m on patrol, what’s up.”

The gruff voice of the explosion hero echoed around the room.

“Heyy…are you busy?.” You responded, smiling at the phone while waiting for him to speak.

“A little. Why? Something wrong?”

You bit your nail before you spoke, something you didn’t realize you did when you were nervous.

"Um... maybe?"

"What happened?" Katsuki's voice sharpened immediately. The casual edge disappeared like someone flipped a switch.

"So... I was leaving Pilates.”

"...Mhm."

"And this lady came up to me in the parking lot and started yelling at me, saying I stole something from her."

"...What?"

You glanced toward the producers, who were already trying not to laugh.

"I-I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, but then she said she was gonna call the police if I didn’t give it back."

The silence on the other end somehow became louder.

"What did she say you stole?"

"...A keychain.”

"A what?"

"A little... plush keychain."

"You serious?"

"She said I took it from their display room.”

Across the studio, one cameraman had buried his face in his shoulder to stop himself from laughing.

Katsuki let out a long, dangerous exhale.

"Where are you."

"The Pilates studio parking lot.”

"Stay there."

"Katsuki—"

"No. Stay exactly where you are."

His tone was so calm it somehow sounded more threatening than if he'd yelled.

"I'm coming."

You blinked.

"Really? But you're on patrol."

"I'll have someone cover the area."

"Katsuki, it’s fine.”

"You think I'm gonna let some random idiot corner my girlfriend in a parking lot threatening to call cops?"

there was a brief silence trying to calm down before he spoke.

"You didn't take anything, right?"

...

"Y/N."

"...Well..."

"the hell does 'well' mean? Spit it out.”

Your eyes flicked toward the producers, as you covered your mouth.

“dont freak out but I kinda did but I didn’t think she’d notice.”

Bakugo went completely silent.

“Y/N ARE YOU DEADASS” he exploded

“whattt you can’t blame me. It was so cute.”

"THAT DOESNT MEAN SHIT.”

"It was pink..."

"I don't care. You can’t do that.”

You hear him take a deep breath as he spoke

“I’m gonna come get you now but next time, don’t pull this shit again. If you want something, tell me. I'll buy the damn thing."

One producer mouthed, Aww.

“Wait babe you don’t have to get me because this is a prank.”

You couldn't hold it anymore and burst into giggles.

“I’m sorry!”

[hangs up]

The room was laughing as you hurried to call him back

“Babe why’d you hang up.”

“You messing with me.”

“Im sorryyy, I’m with elle magazine doing the prank call interview.”

Another sigh came through the speaker, followed by what sounded like someone in the background asking if everything was okay.

"False alarm," Katsuki called to whoever it was. "I'm just dating a menace."

── public story⟢ ・⸝⸝

── private story⟢ ・⸝⸝

One of the things you loved most about Bakugou was how observant he was. One time you were in bed and mentioned a skincare launch once and somehow it'd end up on your vanity a week later. Point at something while shopping and he'd remember it months afterward.

Everything just shouts green flag and you are so happy to have someone like him.

Earlier today, you were getting ready for brunch with your girls when you noticed your fave products like your eadem lip balm (shade bissap glaze), rhode glazing milk & saie glowy gel were running low (and ugh were they good) so you used other stuff and made a mental note to purchase them again when you had the chance.

As you’re distracted packing up a few things to put in your purse, you hear the door to your shared bathroom open and find it’s bakugou. He came back late from a long patrol and slept in, taking advantage of his day off when he saw you dolled up.

He approached you closer and wrapped his arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders.

“You look nice” he mumbled lowly.

You couldn’t help but smile. It was always refreshing seeing him in this calm, clingy state. You turned to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks suki, I appreciate that….I’m leaving now, don’t miss me too much” you gave a wink before leaving.

The apartment is quiet and bakugou starts his delayed day by brushing his teeth. As he’s distracted, he notices the products you were trying to use that ran out. A lightbulb flashed on his head. He’s got nothing better so why not head out and get your products. He quickly washes his face and gets dressed before heading to his car.

It’s a nice day outside and everything’s good. He found the store you go to often and walked in. He scrolls around trying to remember the sections of the product. After a few minutes, he finally finds it and grabs the items.

As he’s getting ready to check out, he paused in front of a display of a new lip product.

Huh.

The shade reminded him of one you'd worn before.

Whatever. You'd probably like it knowing that you’re a lippie girly, you’d love anything.

He checks out and heads back home.

Once he arrives, he places the bag on your nightstand and heads over to the kitchen to prep dinner.

A few hours later, you come back to smell a yummy aroma coming from the kitchen. You walk over to find bakugou and give him a kiss.

“Dinner smells delicious.”

He shines a smirk before giving his attention to the food.

You leave the kitchen to head to your room to change out of your clothes for comfy ones when you notice the shopping bag. Looking inside you find the products you were running low on plus an additional lippie you haven’t tried.

You were bursting with joy inside and rushed out the room to comfort him.

“Did you buy me those things”

Bakugou looked up at you and nodded.

“Yeah I noticed you were running out and i know how much you like them so I got it.”

"Ahh, Sukiiiii! The consideration is insane!"

You threw your arms around him before he could protest.

"Oi—watch it."

Despite the complaint, his hand settled on your waist.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah."

you loved pulling pranks on bakugou and it came to no surprise when you thought to prank him yet again by asking to get permission to buy an item off the menu of your fave cafe.

His reaction was priceless and till this day after a month of the situation, you still laugh about it. So, bakugou thought he’d had his way of giving you a taste of your own medicine.

You guys were out running errands and wanted to get a sweet treat seeing how hot it was outside. You motioned to Bakugou where you wanted to go and walked toward the shop.

It was a popular ice cream shop that had opened a few months ago and quickly became known for its unique flavors. Since you had a massive sweet tooth, you'd been wanting to try it for weeks.

As bakugou over the menu debating on what to get, you took it upon yourself to order. You got the mango sticky rice on a waffle cone and extra caramel and chocolate drizzle.

When you were presented with your order, you couldn’t help but feel so much joy. Oh but were you in for a surprise bakugou thought.

You grabbed the treat from the employee ready to dig in when you looked at bakugou

“Aren’t you gonna get something?”

he glanced over with a neutral expression

“Nah, I think im good. I’ll just pay for yours and go”

your body and face went cold

“What” your eyes widened and your hand immediately went to touch your stomach

“Are you serious?”

Bakugou shrugged, already reaching for his wallet. The corner of his mouth twitched suspiciously.

You turned to the employee who was at the register waiting for bakugou to pay. You went up to them and spoke

“Actually I don’t think I want this.”

“whyn not?”

you faced bakugou and whispered

“Because I don’t wanna be seen as a f*cking big back carrying this huge as treat and you have nothing”

bakugou couldn’t hold on his laugh

“I’m just messing with cha, I’m gonna get something”

You gave him a side eye

“bro.”

He leaned closer

“Payback for that stunt you pulled at the cafe a month aga”

you were speechless.

"Okay, touche. Now can you please order something before I die of embarrassment?"

Later that hour, you both walked out with ice cream and continue walking around town laughing at the pranks he and you pulled.

established relationship - married • pairings: nanami x reader

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and uncharacteristically still. Usually, Sunday mornings were a whirlwind of giggles and small feet thundering across the floorboards, but today, the house was a sanctuary of silence. You stretched, feeling the cool sheets of the empty side of the bed, basking in the rare luxury of sleeping in.

Turning your head, you found a vibrant bouquet of peonies resting on your nightstand. Tucked into the blooms was a card covered in chaotic, colorful crayon scribbles and a generous amount of glitter.

"Ken?" you called out, your voice thick with sleep and curiosity.

The door creaked open, and the rich aroma of fresh coffee and buttered toast drifted in. Kento entered first, looking effortlessly handsome even in his casual loungewear, balancing a tray with practiced grace. Behind him, Rei and Hana scurried in like little shadows, their faces bright with the excitement of a successful surprise.

"Happy Mother’s Day, darling," Kento murmured, setting the tray down carefully on your lap.

"You stayed in bed!" Rei cheered, scrambling up to tuck herself under your arm. "Papa said we had to be extra quiet so you could have sweet dreams."

"Did you really make all of this?" you asked, looking from the perfectly poached eggs to the hand-drawn card. You pulled both girls into a tight hug, kissing the tops of their heads. "Thank you, my sweet girls. This is the best surprise I've ever woken up to."

Hana beamed, holding up a handmade macaroni necklace. "I picked the goldest noodles for you, Mama!"

"It’s beautiful, Hana. I'm going to wear it all day," you promised, your heart swelling. You looked up at Kento, who was watching the three of you with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. "And thank you, Ken. I know you probably had to wrangle them to keep the kitchen from exploding."

"It was a coordinated effort," Kento said, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips. He leaned down, and this time, you met him halfway. You reached up, cupping his jaw as you pulled him into a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. It tasted like coffee and home.

"I love you," you whispered against his mouth.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Breakfast in bed was the girls' executive decision, but I’ve handled the logistics for the rest of the day. Get ready whenever you're comfortable. We have a full afternoon ahead."

The afternoon transitioned into a breezy brunch at a garden bistro, where the girls behaved remarkably well, mostly because Kento kept them occupied with stories so you could actually eat your meal while it was hot. Afterward, he led the way to your favorite shopping district.

"Anything you want," Kento stated simply, holding the door open for you. "Don't look at the tags. Today is about your comfort and your joy."

Rei and Hana acted as your personal and very enthusiastic stylists. "Mama, look! Sparkles!" Hana would squeal, dragging a sequined hanger toward you, while Rei held up a pair of shoes twice your size with a serious nod of approval. Kento followed behind, acting as the stoic pack mule for every bag, his gaze warm as he watched you laugh with them.

By the time you headed back to the car, the sun was dipping low, painting the sky in bruises of violet and gold. The interior of the car was peaceful; in the backseat, Rei and Hana were slumped against each other, fast asleep and exhausted from their day of working as shoppers.

Kento reached over the center console, his large hand covering yours and his thumb tracing circles over your wedding ring. You squeezed back, leaning your head against the headrest, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"Thank you for today. It was very special." you whispered, watching his profile in the dim light.

"It’s my pleasure. Seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to me," he replied, his voice steady and filled with absolute certainty. "It was a perfect day."