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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. 

“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.

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.

“Freedom!” A familiar shrill voice bellowed. You laughed as your daughter skipped into your classroom, her pink glittery backpack and Dynamight lunch box tethered to her bag jumping along with her. 

“Did you have a good day, Suki?” You asked as you finished cleaning up and packed your purse and your belongings together. 

Suki let out a groan and slumped in the chair in front of your desk. “No, we had a stupid freaking math test. I hate fourth grade.” She turned around, looking at the door expectantly. “Can’t we just leave Tsuo? I wanna go home.”

You gave her a knowing look. “You know the answer to that. We’re not just going to leave your brother here.” Suki crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, leaning back on the chair and smushing her backpack behind her. 

“If we’re leaving anybody here, it’s gonna be you, dummy.” Suki whipped her head to the sound of her brother’s usual nagging and she rolled her eyes. Katsuo looked annoyed once he made eye contact with his little sister. She immediately started berating him with insults which was a constant loop and cycle for your kids. A routine they loved to follow.

“Alright, alright, let’s just get home, okay?” You said, separating the two and making your way out of your classroom for them to follow. Suki stuck her tongue out at her brother to which Katsuo flipped her off. 

The three of you left the building and crossed the courtyard where other kids were playing jump rope, hopscotch, football, and other games while waiting for their families to pick them up. Katsuo waved goodbye to a few of his classmates from the eighth grade before you made it to your car.

As you started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, you looked into the rearview mirror momentarily, reminding your kids, “Remember when we get home you have to pack to go to Dad’s today.”

Suki squealed a little and nodded, kicking her feet in her seat. “I already have my bag packed in my room!”

You smiled and looked over to Katsuo who didn’t say anything. He had wired earphones plugged into his phone and in his ears as he looked out the window, resting his head on his hand against the door. You contemplated telling him again but refrained from doing so. The past few weeks you noticed he was quieter than normal but anytime you asked how he was doing he never brought anything up. 

Pulling up into your small home, Suki nearly jumped out of the car before you could even fully park the car. She let out a small ‘sorry!’ when you scolded her, reminding her to not do that since it had been the eleventh time. You sighed as you and Katsuo got out of the car and Suki waited eagerly, but impatiently, by the door and you dug into your purse for your keys.

Once the door was open, Suki immediately kicked her shoes off and ran into her room. You held back a laugh. This was her weekly routine and she never held back showing how excited she was to visit her father. 

Before Katsuo could go to his room, you grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned around, pulling an earbud out of one of his ears. Looking at him now you had to hold back the urge to tear up; he was the spitting image of his father from his eyes to his hair. And it didn’t help that he was now taller than you and you couldn’t handle your first child getting so big so fast. 

“What is it, Mom?” Katsuo asked, pulling the other earbud out as well. 

“You okay?” You asked gently. 

Katsuo’s eyes softened and said what he always said to you: “I’m fine. Don’t worry, Mom.”

You just nodded, watching as he turned around and went into his room to presumably, and hopefully, pack his things for the weekend.

Every time you pulled into the driveway of your ex-husband’s home, you felt like a pit had formed in your stomach, making you nauseous immediately. The house was so damn big, and of course it was. He was the number one hero for almost six years now. But it also didn’t help that it even had multiple floors which made your quaint one floor, three bedroom, two bathroom house look shabby in comparison. But it didn’t matter; your kids were taken care of and happy and that’s all you cared about. And besides, the house before you wasn’t the issue… more so the man who lived inside of it.

Suki waited this time for you to park before speeding out of the car, running up to the front door, and ringing the doorbell so many times you’re still surprised it hadn’t broken yet from the way she did this every week. 

You heard the door open and distracted yourself, going to your trunk to grab the kids’ bags. But Katsuo rushed to your side, taking the bags from your hands. “I got it, Mom.”

You smiled appreciatively and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The tips of ears burned red like they always did when you showed him affection, another trait he got from his father. And after all, he was a fourteen-year-old boy.

The sound of that unfortunately familiar, deep voice made you inhale and exhale deeply before following Katsuo to the front door. Suki hugged her father and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her head and said something about making dinner soon. Suki skipped her way inside. 

Then those crimson eyes met yours and you crossed your arms over your chest instinctively. It never got any easier seeing Bakugou Katsuki like this every week.

He looked more exhausted than the last time you saw him when you came to pick the kids up earlier in the week. And if you wanted to show him that you cared even a little bit about him, and you told yourself you didn’t, you’d ask how he was doing. But you didn't.

Katsuo looked back at you and then glanced at his father and walked inside, muttering, “I’m going to my room” as he entered the house.

You peered over Bakugou’s shoulder to look inside at the kids. “I’ll be here Monday morning before school to pick you up!”

The kids answered with their usual ‘okays’ and ‘love yous’ and once they were out of sight, you wiped the smile from your face. You glanced up at Bakugou who was watching you in a way that made you grip your arms tighter. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

You watched as Bakugou opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, choosing to give you a nod instead. You gave him a quiet once over before quickly turning around to get back to your car. You didn’t wait to look back up to see if Bakugou went inside, starting your car and immediately backing out of the driveway as fast as you possibly could.

Falling back onto your couch, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in and closed your eyes for a moment. This was the one routine that never got any easier even after eight years of doing it.

Eight years ago when Bakugou dropped the divorce papers on your lap while you were holding a one-year-old Suki in your arms, you prayed it had been a sick joke. Never did you ever expect to be in this position when you met Bakugou, who you were convinced you had fallen in love with the minute you met him. And even now, the court ordered custody division between the two of you, which was that you get the kids from Monday morning to Friday afternoon and Bakugou gets them from Friday afternoon to Monday morning.

Due to his demanding job of being a pro hero, it seemed fair that you got primary custody of the children especially since you worked at the school they attended. There was also a small amount of child support Bakugou had to pay monthly to provide for the kids while they stayed with you in which he would triple the amount every month against your wishes. No matter the amount of times you told him not to, he ignored you and still sent an excessive amount. It didn’t feel right to use that money so you’ve been setting the excess aside into a bank account for your children for their futures. 

It felt nice to have the house for yourself but even your small home felt so big and empty without the kids. Every weekend, this conflicting feeling resided in your chest until the following Monday when your kids came back home. Well, came back to your home. 

And so you continued your weekend routine, leaning over to the coffee table to grab the remote to put on whatever trashy show was playing that night and lay around until your duties of taking care of the house before the kids came back coupled with creating lesson plans for your school kids taunted you in the back of your mind.

But today was different. 

You continued to lay on the couch and watch TV until your phone rang, the call you had been expecting all week finally coming through. A smile crept up your lips as you looked at the caller ID, muting the TV and sitting up before answering the call.

Grinning mischievously, you continued, “This one’s for you, Katsuki.”

He stiffened at the mention of his name, surprise flashing briefly in his eyes. Public declarations of affection weren’t his thing, but that didn’t matter. You knew he was listening, every word slicing through the distance he often kept.

The beat of “Juno” kicked in, and the familiar melody filled the stadium, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. For you, though, it felt like the song was for him alone, a private performance in front of thousands, filled with unspoken promises and desires.

“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing Oh yeah, you just get it Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit God bless your dad’s genetics, mm, uh…”

Bakugo’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he watched you own the stage. He wasn’t one for grand public gestures, preferring to keep his feelings hidden, but you knew him well enough to recognize the way his breath caught when you sang. His grip on the railing tightened, his gaze burning into you with more intensity than usual. You were getting under his skin, and it thrilled you.

He smirked, a flicker of pride dancing in his eyes as he appreciated how brazen you were, how unapologetically you made him feel seen. But when you hit the pre-chorus, something stirred deeper inside him, twisting emotions he had yet to fully acknowledge.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love, Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah… Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? Oh, I hear you knockin’, baby, come on up…”

Bakugo’s heart skipped a beat. Damn, this song was bolder than he expected, filled with innuendo that ignited a fire in his chest. His mind was racing, imagining you whispering those very words to him in private. The cheeky lyrics, the sway of your hips as you sang them—it was driving him wild. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his cool, but he could feel the heat rising in his body.

Then you locked eyes with him as you slid into the chorus.

“I know you want my touch for life, If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno… You know I just might…”

The implication of the words didn’t slip past him. Juno? The idea of locking things down, starting a family… It left his mind spinning. Did you mean what he thought you did? His hands flexed by his sides, a flurry of emotions swirling in his chest. He hadn’t thought about kids much before, but hearing you sing about it—hell, it didn’t sound like a bad idea. You were already engaged, and the thought of being married soon made the idea of starting a family feel more tangible, more real.

“Let you lock me down tonight, One of me is cute, but two though?”

He coughed, trying to hide the faint blush creeping up his neck. “Damn tease,” he muttered under his breath, feeling all sorts of emotions bubbling to the surface. The image of the two of you, together, building a future, lingered in his mind, unearthing feelings he wasn’t quite ready to confront but couldn’t deny.

By the time you reached the final chorus, the energy between you two crackled like electricity in the air. Bakugo was watching you like a hawk, his face flushed, his breathing unsteady. The way you looked at him, full of love and mischief, nearly knocked the wind out of him. You weren’t just performing; you were weaving a tapestry of hopes and dreams that felt impossible to ignore.

The last note echoed through the stadium, and the crowd erupted in applause, a cacophony of cheers and shouts. But Bakugo wasn’t paying attention to any of that. His gaze stayed fixed on you, intense and unwavering, as if you were the only thing that existed in that moment.

Once you stepped off the stage, your feet moved straight toward him, drawn by an invisible thread. Without hesitation, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him, his breath hot against your ear.

“That song…” he growled, his voice low and rough, tinged with a mix of desire and something deeper. “You tryin’ to tell me somethin’?”

You smiled up at him, your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body. “Maybe.”

Bakugo’s lips twitched into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and unmasked yearning. “You better not be messing with me, ‘cause I’ll make sure you get exactly what you’re asking for.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill of excitement racing through you as you couldn’t help but laugh softly, pressing closer. “Maybe that’s the plan, Katsuki.”

“Tch, you really are a piece of work.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead, a tender moment amid the chaos of the night. “But you’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection, the world outside fading into insignificance. “Never.”

You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.

"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"

You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.

When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"

"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"

You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir"

"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.

Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"

You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.

For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"

"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"

"Caleb-"

"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"

"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"

"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"

He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"

Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"

You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.

You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"

Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"

He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.

"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"

"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"

"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"

Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"

"Nobody?" You grin up at him.

Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"

Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"

Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"

Sylus' voice is so low it sends shivers running through you when you feel him come up behind you. He bypasses you completely, going straight for your son and leaning close till he was eyelevel "You're not disrespecting just your mother here, you've disrespected my wife. Don't you know what I do to those who scorn her?"

Your son can't bear to hold eye contact, looking nervous and lowering his gaze as Sylus whispers something to him. You're watching how his entire body goes rigid in fear as his father steps back "All this for your bike?"

He's too scared to respond, you can tell. You step up to his side to explain but your husband is not having it "Sylus-"

"No" He gently interrupts, before turning back to his son and tossing his keys at him, not as playfully as he usually would "The kid wants a ride? He's going to get one. Meet me in the garage in five minutes"

Your son slides an apprehensive look towards you and is about to leave when Sylus' low voice stops him dead in his tracks "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Gulping, he turns back to you. The keys jingle in his palms as he fists them. He's pale from fear at getting caught talking to you that way, but he's terrified for the talk that's coming after "I'm sorry, Mom"

He's out the door before you can respond and you turn to Sylus, dubious at how he'd behaved. Said man acts like he didn't just threaten his own son as he lifts his daughter out of the crib and coos at her "You can't talk to him that way!"

"And he can?" Sylus shoots back, his tone conversational as he kisses his daughter's cheeks.

"I was going to address it-"

"No" Sylus carefully holds his daughter in one arm as he turns to you "This is not behavior that we address. This is when they need to be put in line and made to understand the sacrifices you made for them to have the kind of life they do now" Putting an arm around you, he pulls you close and kisses your forehead "They can't get away with talking to their mother this way. More importantly, my wife"

"He shouldn't be riding his bike" Your brows furrow as Sylus puts his daughter back in her crib, before tucking your head under his chin and pulling you close.

"I've got this, baby" He pulls back to look at you, and those crimson orbs that all your children shared had come from this wonderful man, with his glowing eyes and wicked mouth. The love of your life "I'll make sure he's being careful"

With a final kiss to your forehead, he's pulling away to join his son when you call out behind him "Stay safe!"

Your parting words are still keeping him warm by the time he reaches the basement garage where his son is waiting by his bike, parked next to Sylus' own. He's already wearing his helmet, in clear hopes that this will help brace for impact of the storm that is his father.

Wordlessly, Sylus puts on his helmet and gets on his bike. Every moment stretched thin without a single word from his dad has your son nervous as he watches him rev the bike once, the engine roaring.

Sylus turns to look at his son once before he pulls his visor down and takes off. Your son's right behind him, the unspoken command to follow clear.

Both of them tear through the city, driving at a much lower speed than what they would usually, cruising past neighbourhoods and districts as the sun follows them into the sunset.

Your son is intently watching the back of his Dad's head, trying to figure out what exactly is going through his mind. Contrary to what most people deduced, he wasn't a mama's boy. He always felt closer to his dad. Like he didn't need a lot of words to express what he felt and Sylus just knew.

Even now, as they climbed around a hilltop, he could tell that just because he'd taken him out for a drive, everything wasn't back to normal. No, his clearly veiled threat that he didn't want you to hear earlier still rang clear in his head. This wasn't a way to help you calm down. Sylus needed the drive probably as much your son did.

After all, your son had inherited the love for riding from your husband.

They parked their bikes by a viewing spot that was blessedly empty, watching as the sun faded into hues of orange and blue over the city. Sylus takes his helmet off, hanging it over the rearview mirrors before turning to look at his son who was doing the same.

Unlike the older Qin, his son wasn't as good at acting aloof and unbothered. His foot tapped nervously on the tar before he caught himself, found himself knocking anxiously into the side of his bike and stopped abruptly, ran his fingers through his hair and looked around apprehensively before his gaze settled on the way the lights around the city lit up one by one. When he finally turned to look at his father, he found him already studying him quietly.

"You don't know the horrors your mother has faced to be able to give you this life. If you can't be grateful for it, unlearn that bullshit and do right by her yourself before I feel the need to step in"

Your son sighs. He screwed up big time. He lied.

He was a mama's boy.

Sylus tredges into your bedroom a couple hours later when you're sitting at your vanity and doing your skincare after a shower to calm yourself down. The twins caught wind about their eldest brother being in trouble and answering their questions on top of worrying for your son drained all your remaining energy out of you.

"Well?" You ask, going over to where Sylus is pouring himself a stiff drink and downing it in one go "What's the verdict?"

Sylus falls back into the couch and takes you with him, hugging you close to his body and sighing like he felt the entire world's weight on his shoulder "He lives"

"Sylus!" You pull back and smack his shoulder which breaks a chuckle out of him.

"He's fine. He handed over his keys himself and is serving his sentence by baking your favorite cookies before he comes up here to apologize again" That makes you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth again.

"You did good" You praise, playing with the short hair at his nape "What did you say to him?"

Sylus' attention strays from where he'd been drawing mindless patterns into your skin, taking on a faraway look "Nothing too serious. He's a smart kid"

At your unconvinced look, Sylus complies "If it helps, I didn't scold him. He heard an earful for the way he talked to you but.. he's been cooped up at home all these weeks and that translated into today's episode" As an afterthought, he adds "Plus, the twins are not easy"

You groan "I sympathize with him, I really do"

Sylus laughs before he's quiet again, tightening his arms around you, lips resting against your temple "Told him that if he needed to go on a ride, he knows where to find me. And he'll only get his solo riding privileges back once I clear him safe"

"When will that be?" You muse, because you knew your husband.

"Never" You laugh quietly into his shoulder, knowing he's half kidding but also half serious "I should take away all his privileges simply for having talked to you that way"

Your fingers have stopped playing now, sinking deeper into the tufts of his hair and scratching his scalp as your hot breath whispers into his ear "Because no one disrespects your wife?"

You can feel the smirk spreading on Sylus' face as he pulls back to look at you "And lives to talk about it" At your evident frown, he amends "Unless they're blood related, in which case we concede with minimal punishment"

"What do you do to these...perpetrators?" You're not being slick at all, especially as your hand unbuttons his shirt with ease.

"Bad things" His lips ghost over your pulse before he's peppering kisses along your neck and jaw.

"What kind of bad things?" Your hands pull away at his shirt to feel his burning skin beneath your palms, running your fingers over the ridges as his stubble rubs against your skin.

"What was that saying about curiousity and a kitten?"

"It was a cat" You correct, moaning when his lips cover yours to reprimand you mouthing off to him with you hastily pulling away because you're far from done "That's not the full saying"

Sylus is simply humoring you now as he helps you out of your night slip, baring you completely for him "Is that so?"

"Don't you know satisfaction brought it back?" The innuendo is not lost on him, especially as your hands go to his belt buckle "Are you up for the challenge, Mr. Qin?"

Wordlessly, Sylus lifts you in his arms and drops you on the bed, very much up for the challenge as he simply rolls up the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt. And because you're a glutton for punishment, you can't help but push his buttons "Yes? No? Maybe so?"

Sylus foregoes playing into your bait by grabbing you by the calves and dragging you to the edge of the bed as you squeal, throwing your legs over his shoulders, getting ready to show you how good he can satisfy this kitty.

"Fuck around and find out, Mrs. Qin"

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