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thatanimenerd101 · 9 months

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— late

This was completely inspired by a conversation I had with my friend about her kids.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: girl dad!Bakugou, established relationship, not proof-read as always.

Word Count: 1.1k.

Juggling family as a Pro-Hero in the top 10 is never easy. No matter what you do to ensure your plans go smoothly, crime doesn’t sleep— especially not when it’s your daughters fifth birthday.

“I hate you!” Is the last thing Bakugou hears before his daughters bedroom door is slammed shut, the silence after is deafening as you watch the colour drain from your husbands face.

His chest still heaving from the speed in which he rushed home, dirt and grime stain his skin as he stands dejected in the middle of the living room. Boots that are usually abandoned at the door trudge filth through your home as Bakugou stands statuesque in place.

“Baby,” You hum, reaching around his frame to bring him closer to you as you rest your chin on his chest to stare up at him, “You know she doesn’t mean that—”

“Course she does,” He rasps, “She said she fuckin’ hates me.”

You can tell from the slight lilt to his gruff voice that your big, strong husband is on the verge of tears. Bringing his arm up to rub at his blackened eyes with the ball of his hand, smearing the eyeliner along his cheekbones.

Bakugou was used to being hated, from the public to the media and the Hero Commission. It was usually something he could brush off with ease, laughing off angry emails or poorly written articles. But it was a different kind of hurt when the words had come from his own daughter.

“She’s hurting right now,” You soothe, tightening your grip on him as his Adam’s apple bobs, “She was just excited for you to be at the party, but she understands—”

Bakugou had booked this day off a year in advance, it was always the first thing he looked at on the calendar, even before your birthday. It was his daughters special day, and he was determined for it to be perfect. Fully embracing whatever theme she’d decided on for her celebrations— this year had been a Barbie theme that had left your home embellished in vibrant pink and glitter that would probably stay embedded into your plush carpets until her next birthday.

He’d spent the previous night carefully wrapping a custom Barbie doll in pretty pink paper as you prepared the house for her party. Bakugou had even picked out an entire hero outfit that was an on brand Barbie pink, instead of his usual colours that he was planning on surprising his daughter with.

But even with all these plans in place, and even arranging backup from his dutiful sidekicks at the agency— the life of a Pro-Hero is never easy. And just as Bakugou was preparing to change into his outfit for his daughters party, he was called into work. An emergency that superseded anyone working at his agency today, as the Hero Commission requested his presence in the field.

It’s not the first time it’s happened, and Bakugou knows it won’t be the last. Even a last minute phone call to Deku to take the lead wasn’t enough to save his day, as the Commission ended up calling both heroes to the scene.

Hours later, he was explosive and inconsolable. Telling the authorities to fuck the crime scene reports and statements as he shoved an unwitting reporter out of his face as their camera crashed to the floor, certain his PR team would be in his inbox about that incident first thing tomorrow morning. But he was completely uninterested in humouring any of them today, not when he could’ve been at home with his family.

Coming in through the front door as he finally realised just how late it was when the house was completely empty besides you and his daughter.

“I should’ve been here, she needed me—”

“The city still needs Dynamight,” You murmured, “What was the situation?”

“Bad,” He grumbled, “Shithead derailed a train in the city, had a group of school kids on it. One almost— the look in his eyes when he was fallin’.“

He trailed off, scrunching his nose as he thought back to the scene. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders as he clung to you, leaning into your warmth as he tried to calm his racing heart.

“But he didn’t, right?”

He shook his head as you smiled, breathing in the scent of smoke and ash from his quirk as soot covered his body.

“Because Dynamight is a hero.”

“But not to my own daughter.”

“You’ll always be her hero, baby.” You soothe as he leans down to bury his face in the curve of your neck, deeply inhaling the scent of you.

“I’m a terrible dad,” His breath tickles your neck as you pull back to frown at him.

“Don’t you dare say that,” You scrunch your nose in irritation, “You’re the best dad, Kats.”

“If I was, I woulda been here for her.” He scoffs.

“You’re out there keeping us safe, keeping other kids safe. Making sure they get to go home to their dads too.” You cradle his face in your palms to press a soft kiss to his chapped lips.

The sound of little feet coming down the stairs breaks him away from you as you turn to see your daughter, still dressed in her full party outfit, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey, is that my little princess?” Bakugou rasps as she comes towards you both, crouching down to her height and adjusting the pink tiara that sits on top of her head.

“Barbie princess.” She whispers, holding a piece of pink paper out to him as he takes it.

“Barbie princess.” He corrects himself, moving his attention to the words words etched onto the page as he unfolds it.

‘I’m sorry I wouldn’t trade you for any other daddy in the world.’

A smile spreads across your face at the cute sentence as you feel the muscles in Bakugou’s back immediately relax, reaching down to lift your daughter up to hold her to his chest as her small arms immediately circle his neck.

“I’m sorry I missed your party, sweetheart,” He rasps, smoothing her wild hair down.

“I’m sorry too,” She sniffs, “I don’t hate you, daddy.”

Bakugou’s lips curl into a soft smile as he leans forward to press a kiss onto her cheek.

“I love you, princess.” He whispers, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

“Love you too, daddy.” She smiles.

“But you know you can’t trade me anyway, right?” He frowns, pulling back to meet her gaze, “I’m your daddy and I always will be.”

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thatanimenerd101 · 9 months

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Ex-boyfriend Bakugou is heavy on the mind this evening.

Imagine you’ve been broken up with Bakugou for a few years now, and outside smalltalk between mutual friends, awkward gatherings and the photographs you see of each other on social media you’ve had barely any contact with each other.

So imagine your surprise when you get a call from Dynamight’s agency— and you hate yourself for the way your heart pulses at the thought that it could be Bakugou calling you. Instantly deflated when you hear the solumn voice of someone at his agency on the other end of the line, the realisation dawns on you that he’d forgotten to change his emergency contact as they begin to describe what had happened to him.

And even though you’re not together and it’s practically been years, you find yourself rushing across Musutafu to find him. Blurting your name across the desk to the poor lady at the hospital as she guides you towards his room— already imagining all these macabre scenarios in your head about what you’ll find.

Dating Bakugou over the years meant you’d definitely seen the man at his worst, from broken bones, comas, life saving operations, and even the after affects of some quirks that were more hindrances than anything else (one in particular which had his quirk coming out as little flowers for the next twenty four hours— you’d managed to make some floral arrangements for the entire house using them. Something that Bakugou hadn’t been too happy about.) but nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

Your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. Sitting on the edge of the bed looking perfectly fine, save for a few cuts and bruises against his sooty skin. Crimson eyes widening in surprise when he noticed you lingering in the doorway, your feet not brave enough to step over the boundary.

And it takes everything in his power to stop himself from tearing out the IV drip that’s coursing through his veins and bounding over to wrap you in a fierce hug.

“They shouldn’ta called you.” He grumbles, obviously realising why you’re here. Knowing that it’s more from obligation than anything else.

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thatanimenerd101 · 1 year

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When You Wish Upon A Star- Bakugou x F!Reader!- Part 3!

Hello! Sorry, this chapter took so long. It is almost triple the length of the previous two chapters so it took a little longer. Thank you to @the-weeping-author for helping me proofread and keep my motivation for this story! (Go read their fic, 'Weird Face') Also a big thank you to everyone who is following the story and all the love you've shown!!!

Part 1 Part 2

WC: 5.6k

Content/Warnings: None? Children/Kids, Akita being a matchmaker like her Mama, Dad!Kiri, Softie Bakugou, Mina's meddling, Paparazzi getting into everyone's business.

Saturday came quicker than you’d expected. You were equally nervous and excited about the formal event. You hadn’t been to something so fancy since your Prom. The whole thing was all a work-related outing in your mind, so it soothed your worries, knowing it would be a professional outing. Little did you know, Bakugou had a very different view of tonight.

His mind raced as he had entered the flower shop. The overwhelming floral scent filled the little store and the walls, floor, and shelves were covered in flowers. Bakugou made his way to the counter, getting some stares from the few employees. A girl with golden hair approached the front desk and greeted Bakugou with the best customer service voice she could muster up.

“How can I help you today?” The girl smiled up at Bakugou, who towered over her.

“Flowers, obviously,” Bakugou replied in a deadpan tone. He wasn’t even sure what to ask for, but he needed something nice for you. Something that said husband material.

“Of course, what kind?” The girl inquired, looking for a little more information from him.

“I don’t know… Something for a formal first date. I don’t care about color,” Bakugou explained. He felt very out of place here, in a sweet little flower shop in his hero costume. He only had an hour to get home, shower and change before he needed to be at your door. Work had run a little later than expected, but that’s hero work for you.

“I think I have some white and red tulips that will fit perfectly. What wrapping do you want, and what size?” The girl asked, referring to the size chart showing multiple colors of cloth and paper that the flowers could be wrapped in. As well as the prices. He pointed to the black paper with a gentle shine to it, and the biggest bouquet they had.

“Alright, that’ll be 37.58,” The girl rang up his purchase and let one of her coworkers run off to make the bouquet. Bakugou swiped his card, paying for the flowers and waited in the store for his bouquet. You had been on his mind all day. His thoughts of you hadn’t faltered for a single second. If he had any free time, you were running through his mind at every spare moment.

He took a breath, trying to calm his nerves. He couldn’t shake the image of you with little Akita; of your smile as you sang to her. The way Akita seemed so peaceful, as if she was going to fall asleep in your arms. He would give anything to fall asleep in your arms right now or to even be close enough to you that you’d even touch him freely. A small pat on the arm, or even fixing his shirt before he left. Anything and everything you would give him.

He sighed in relief as the bouquet was handed to him, finally allowing him to leave the flower shop and get home. He didn’t want to show up at your door covered in ash and sickeningly sweet smelling sweat. This was supposed to be the perfect night; A chance to show you how good of a partner he could be. Even though he’d never had a truly serious attempt at a long-term relationship, so, this was beyond nerve wracking for him.

He cradled the flowers in his arm and blasted off into the sky. His apartment wasn’t far, so he got there quickly. He walked into his building getting into the elevator after giving the doorman a curt nod of acknowledgement. He got into the elevator and put in his key to get to his floor. Being the number 2 hero came with needing good security and alarm systems, so the key was a good security measure.

As he waited for the elevator to lift him to his floor, he caught a glance of himself in the reflection of the metal elevator doors. The reflection was slightly blurred, and it made the flowers in Bakugou’s arm look like a bundle of blankets… Or a bundle of joy in a blanket. Bakugou moved the flowers into his hand after the thought popped into his mind.

Bakugou was in his head all day, and every domestic fantasy he had just made him more eager and love sick for you. The sounding of the bell signaled that he’d made it to his apartment. The elevator opened up straight into his apartment. He walked in, setting the flowers down by the door so he wouldn’t forget them for your date tonight.

Bakugou sighed as he took off his heavy gauntlets, and his boots. He made his way to the bathroom, stripping down for his shower. He glanced at the time on his phone, seeing it say 5:00 PM. He got into the shower after adjusting the water to be scalding hot. The hot water stung for a moment, but his muscles relaxed under the water. Hero work truly took a toll on his body, mind and soul. But this always made him a little less sore. He soaped himself up, lathering the suds all over himself. The smell of sandalwood filled the shower.

He finished up his shower, turning off the water and hopping out soon after. The air felt cooler after his scalding hot shower. Chills creeped up his spine as he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed towards the sink. He took some gel and fixed his hair. He dried off with the towel around his waist and put on the simple suit he’d set out earlier that day.

It was a nicely tailored suit, made to fit him perfectly, so you could imagine his surprise when the jacket was too snug. Bakugou grumbled, shuffling around with the jacket before resigning to change into a different suit that actually fit him. He had another nice navy blue suit that fit him nicely. He left out the tie and kept one button undone at the top.

Ever since his UA days, he’s hated ties. The strangling feeling it gave him just annoyed him. Although that tight strangling feeling was in his heart now. His teen self wouldn’t believe what he was doing tonight. Trying to make the night perfect for a person he wasn’t even dating, and wanting them desperately. His younger self also wouldn’t have understood the loneliness of hero work. The toll it has on your mental state. He knew his body would grow weak as age caught up with him, but the traumas and loneliness only worsened every day after the sludge-villain.

Bakugou took a breath, shaking himself out of his thoughts. Tonight was going to be fine, perfect even. He smoothed out his suit jacket as he looked himself over in the mirror before deeming his look good enough. His hair was dry now, spiked up the way he liked, not that he needed any help to get his hair there.

Bakugou left his room after putting on his dress shoes and grabbed his phone and wallet for the night. He picked up the flowers from the table set at the front door and left his apartment. The elevator ride down seemed to last forever as his heart steadily increased pace.

‘Tonight has to be perfect…’ Bakugou thought as he walked to the garage. He ran through his plan as he got into his car and began driving down the road to your apartment. He was going to take you to the private entrance so the paparazzi wouldn’t get too overwhelming for either of you. Plus, he doesn't need the various media outlets flipping out and making his outing with you a big scandal.

Then, he’d take you to get a drink at the open bar and head straight to Kirishima. With Mina and Kirishima being married, all Bakugou and Kirishima’s secrets were always shared with her. She hadn’t stopped teasing and begging to meet you. She even threatened to show up randomly at the agency to find out who Bakugou’s mystery crush was.

Next, he’d let the evening unfold and keep you close by throughout the night. Try to chat with you and keep you interested in him throughout the night. He didn’t think that’d be too much of a problem since you wouldn’t know many people there.

After that, once the night is over is the most important part. Asking you out on a real date, not just making it a matter of circumstance and availability. He doesn’t want just anyone; he wants you.

As he pulled up to your building, he checked the time after parking. 5:40 PM… He’s a few minutes early, per usual. He took the flowers out, taking them gently in his hand. He dusted himself off and headed up to your apartment. He opted for the stairs instead, heading up to your floor.

As he stood in front of your door, his fist came up and knocked lightly on your door. You rushed to the door in your nicest dress without your shoes. You opened the door with a small smile. Seeing Bakugou in a suit was nice, but nothing you haven’t seen before. But the flowers in his hand shocked you. Your cheeks turned rosy at the sight.

“Hey, come on in, I just have to put my shoes on and I’ll be ready to go,” You said. He said nothing, but he came in and handed you the flowers. You took them gratefully, going to set them in the kitchen. Bakugou followed and watched you all glammed up, handling the flowers with care as you put them in the vase. You smelled the tulips for a moment, closing your eyes.

Bakugou couldn’t get enough of your every move. So as you cupped the tulips bringing them closer to your face, with such a content smile on your lips. Anyone would say you looked gorgeous at this moment. You were dolled up, in your best state, and Bakugou was speechless. You were this ethereal looking woman, a stunning goddess in his eyes.

“These are beautiful, thank you!” You thanked him as you hurried over to the couch, sitting down to put on your heels. You put them on quickly, standing up slowly to keep your balance.

“No problem,” Bakugou grumbled as you walked around the couch past him. A faded smell of your perfume and some of your hair products. It was a heavenly feeling to even be close enough to you that he would notice that. You had your phone, wallet and other necessities inside your small handbag.

“Alright, I’m ready if you are,” You said, turning towards him. Your gazes met, and his crimson eyes held such an adoring gaze. Though you didn’t notice the adoration in them, just the calmness. Bakugou nodded as a reply and you both headed out the door.

“I’m taking us to the private entrance so that way the paparazzi doesn't get in our faces,” Bakugou said as you two walked down the hall to the elevator, side by side.

“Sounds good, I’m assuming you're wanting to avoid attention tonight, like usual?” You asked. Being his assistant came with the perks of knowing the hero in and out.

“For as long as we can,” Bakugou spoke with an exasperated tone. Paparazzi was always a sore spot, an annoyance to Bakugou. It didn’t help that they looked for every opportunity to make a headline, whether good or bad.

“Can’t have them making me out to be Dynamight’s new girlfriend now can we?” You joked with a giggle following your sentence. You heard a few grumbles you couldn’t make out before hearing Bakugou speak again.

“It’s Bakugou for the night,” Bakugou said, pulling at his suit jacket’s sleeves. He couldn’t help but fix any small ‘flaw’ he noticed. His nervous tendencies weren’t noticed by you though. You were actually excited to go to a fancy event. You hadn’t been this glammed up since your Prom.

“Well then, Bakugou, thank you for having me as your date tonight. I haven’t had a reason to dress up or go out in a while so I’m excited for tonight,” You said with a smile. You somehow missed his excitement hidden in his eyes that flashed before he responded.

“It’s no problem. It’ll be nice to have someone tolerable with me,” Bakugou said as he led you to his car that was parked at the front of your building.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” You replied, with a genuine smile coming across your face. You rarely got compliments, so one from your handsome, hot-headed, high-standard boss was quite the accomplishment. It lifted your already soaring confidence for the night.

“Don’t get used to it,” Bakugou grumbled out of habit. He winced at the tone he used, but you didn’t notice at all, nor did you mind.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be caught dead making you look like a big softie. Even though you are one,” You teased him once you both got into the car.

“I am not-” Bakugou cut himself off, giving an annoyed look. You two have had this conversation a few times before. The first time being when you saw him giving a kid one of the unreleased Dynamight plushies. You both knew where the argument would lead, so both of you quit while you could. You buckled up, and Bakugou drove you to the hero gala. It was going to be a good night; You could feel it.

While the silence in the car was very comforting for you, it was not for Bakugou. He didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t want to sound awkward, but the silence was making him increasingly nervous.

Making it to the event’s venue didn’t take long, but another set back was hurled your way. As Bakugou’s car pulled up, multiple paparazzi flashed their cameras at the car. All of them pointed at you, ready to snap any pictures they could. They obviously recognized his car model, and they all freaked out. Getting pictures of Dynamight at any event was rare, especially out of his hero suit.

Bakugou sighed heavily, looking grumpier by the second. Paparazzi is already a sore spot for him. It would be especially annoying since he had you as his date. The paparazzi surrounded the car, making it impossible to get to the side exit at all, let alone undetected.

“I- I didn’t want this-” Bakugou parked the car, seeing that he wouldn’t get anywhere.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just get in and away from the cameras,” You brushed off the frustration and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, but the new outlets, and the PR team are going to be pissed,” Bakugou grumbled, scanning through the various cameras and paparazzi.

“And I’ll be handling all of it tomorrow. It’ll be fine,” You reassured him again, touching his arm gently. Thank god his windows were almost completely blacked out. None of the cameras could catch this moment between you. Coming as his date for the night was one thing; having a little moment in the car was another. Most paparazzi would sell their souls to catch Dynamight in a moment like that.

Bakugou nodded as a response before taking the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. The various people began yelling like crazy, asking every question they could think of.

“What is your opinion on the new hero rankings?” “Will your partner, Red Riot, be here tonight?” “What is the new merch release going to do for your company?” “Have you been dating recently?” “When are you going to address the new rumors of a secret relationship between you and Pro-Hero Deku?”

Bakugou ignored the questions and pushed through to your side. You waited patiently for him to get to your door, not wanting to face the paparazzi on your own. You watched as his expression stayed in his neutral ‘don’t talk to me’ look and he made his way to your door. He opened the passenger door, revealing you to the flashing cameras. He held out his hand, letting you use him to balance as you got out. His hands were so warm and a small tingling sensation was left on both of your hands long after you let go of him. The yelling of the paparazzi became increasingly more intense once you got out of the car. Bakugou handed his keys to the valet driver and led you through the reporters.

“Who are you?” “What’s your name?” “Are you Dynamight’s new girlfriend?” “Who are you wearing tonight?” “Are you two official?” “Where did you meet?” “Who’s the lucky lady?”

The yelling was enough to give you a headache, but the flashing, and the yelling, and the intrusive questions was enough to fluster, frustrate and annoy you. You made it through to the front door of the venue, cutting you off from the psychotic reporters outside.

The multitude of people talking flushed out any noise from the reporters outside. The golden and cream coloring of the event hall screamed luxury. Add in the fancy dresses, suits, and a lot of champagne and it becomes a whole new world. The room was brightly lit, with multiple caterers running past with flutes of champagne and appetizers on fancy golden platters.

The shift into this beautiful event made you feel sort of out of place. You didn’t feel that you fit in, but you definitely looked the part, so fitting into the sea of people wouldn’t be a problem. You took a breath to calm your nerves and let Bakugou lead you through the ballroom.

“I need a drink after all that,” Bakugou wasn’t lying, but he also needed a little liquid courage for his plan tonight. Especially after two things had already gone wrong. He led you to one of the caterers. He grabbed two champagne flutes off of the tray and handed one to you. He wouldn’t get drunk easily off of the sickeningly sweet champagne, but maybe it’d give him some confidence he desperately needed.

“Agreed,” You were settled next to him, scanning the room for familiar faces. Thankfully, you spotted Pro-Hero Red Riot, his wife, Pinky, and little Akita not too far from you two. You nudged Bakugou with your elbow to get his attention, then gestured to the cute little family. Bakugou gave you a rare grin before speaking.

“Now you’re speaking my language,” Bakugou said, heading over to his friends with you tailing behind him.

“Hey! Bakubro! You brought a date for once,” Pro-Hero Pinkie exclaimed as you two approached.

“Miss. Y/N!” Akita squirmed out of her father’s arms to greet you with a hug. She was quite tiny so she wrapped her arms around your legs. You didn’t expect her to come in full force though. As she hugged you, you accidentally spilled your drink on the bottom of your dress. Thank god you hadn’t chosen to where white.

“Akita! Be gentle! I’m so sorry about her, she can get excited,” Pinkie apologized.

“Oh, it’s fine,” You said to Pro-Hero Pinkie.

“Sorry, Miss. Y/N,” Akita looked up at you with the sweetest puppy-dog eyes full of remorse. You simply smiled down at her and crouched down to her level.

“It’s fine, sweetie. It’s just a dress; it can be washed,” You replied to her. She reached out to you, touching your hair curiously.

“You look super pretty!! Are you my fairy godmother? Mama says you’re not, but you sang the fairy godmother song so that makes you my fairy godmother, right?” Akita switched from topic to topic as you held her with one arm and stood up.

“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good fairy godmother; I don’t have any wings. No wings, no magic,” You said, quickly making an excuse. Honestly, you’d give anything to have this little girl all the time.

You didn’t notice Akita’s mother’s big smirk on her face, nor Red Riot’s smile at your response. Bakugou’s heart warmed at the sight of you being so good with kids. The fact that it was his goddaughter just amplified that effect.

“I don’t care! I want you as my fairy godmother! I don’t want some stupid fairy,” Akita whined, leaning on your shoulder as you held her.

“Sorry sweetie, I don’t make the rules,” You replied. “But… but…” The small pout on the girl’s lips and the saddened eyes tugged on your heartstrings. You sighed at her expression before her mother joined into the conversation.

“She can be your honorary godmother,” Pinkie said, shocking you both.

“Really?” Akita’s face held a hopeful glint as she looked from her mother to you.

“Your mama makes the rules,” You said as a response, making the girl bounce with joy in your arms. You giggled at her antics, seeing her light up made your day.

“Yay!!” The girl gasped dramatically, eyes blowing wide as she got the best idea she’s had in her short lifetime.

“WAIT! Uncle Katsu is my godfather! Does that mean you have to get married?!” She asked hopefully, shocking all the adults in the conversation. Bakugou was conveniently sipping on his champagne. He choked back in embarrassment and became very red and flustered.

“Sadly, it isn’t that easy,” You replied with a light blush on your cheeks. You kept your cool easily, not knowing that Bakugou was dying behind you. Red Riot and Pinkie watched the whole thing play out with grins and a knowing look at each other.

“Yeah, he’s too grumpy for you,” Akita said, mindlessly playing with a strand of your hair. Bakugou was glaring at the knowing smirks on his friends' faces as you and Akita talked.

“He is quite the grump, isn’t he?”

“Yeah! Sometimes he doesn't even play firefighters with me!” Akita accused with a grumpy pout and sassy tone. You played along with her, gasping dramatically and looking at Bakugou.

“How could you not play firefighters?” You joked.

“Yeah! Why not?!” Akita asked, the sass in her tone increasing. You both looked at Bakugou with completely serious expressions, awaiting his response. His blush was getting brighter and couldn’t go unnoticed now. He was extremely flustered already, but being put on the spot after that whole conversation got him stuttering.

“I-um- I’ll-” You noticed his almost panicked state as he tried to cover for himself.

“I think he’s sorry, don’t you?” You asked Akita, trying to get Bakugou out of the situation.

“I didn’t hear a ‘sorry’, so no,” Akita doubled-down, crossing her arms with an angry pout. A loud sigh came from Bakugou from her comment.

“I will play firefighters with you next time, Akita,” Bakugou said in a calm tone.

“Pinky promise?” Akita held out her pinky for him to take. You tried not to giggle at Bakugou when he interlocked his pinky with hers.

“I promise,” Bakugou said. The girl beamed with joy, squirming in your arms and reaching for Bakugou. You handed her over, smiling at the sight of the tiny girl in his arms. He was always so gentle with her. You felt a slight pang of jealousy for whoever had children with him. He’d be an amazing dad.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Pro-Hero Pinkie said, holding out her hand for you to shake.

“Oh! Right! Hi, I’m Y/N,” You introduced yourself.

“Mina Kirishima, and you know these two,” She gestured to her husband and daughter.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Mina said.

“Awe, how sweet!” You looked at Akita snuggled up into Bakugou’s chest as he talked to Red Riot.

“I meant Bakugou, but Akita’s been raving about you too,” Mina said, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks.

“Really?” You asked, more intrigued than ever. Your boss talks about you to his friends? Not outside of a professional standard, right? Mina nodded with a glint of mischief in her eyes, or maybe just a look of knowing more than you. You looked back at the gruff man who hadn’t really crossed your mind as a romantic interest. Or at least not seriously.

In passing he had popped into your mind. Like when he was so sweet to Akita, or when he came back all sweaty from hero work. He was a pretty-boy through and through, but it was never more than a passing thought until now. As your thoughts started flowing, a loud voice came from the stage at the front of the ballroom.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen!” A beautiful woman announced. She wore a purple dress and had a cute short haircut. You recognized her as Pro-Hero Earjack. She had popped in once or twice at the agency with Chargebolt.

“The annual Hero’s Pride Awards has begun!” She announced. A loud applause followed and quieted back down as she spoke.

“As you know, the Hero’s Pride Awards are to show the individual strengths amongst the vast amount of heroes despite ranking,” Earjack said. They clearly have a script to follow, but the hosts always put their special twist on it. This was a publicized event, but it was much less so than the hero rankings. There were cameramen with cameras aimed at the hostess of the show and one or two capturing the crowd.

“Now, I will invite Pro-Hero Tsuyu Asui, aka Froppy, to present our first award,” Earjack said, handing off the microphone.

“Ribbit! The first award is for the friendliest hero! Someone who always keeps a positive attitude, a bright smile, and the manliest person I know! Give a big round of applause for Pro-Hero Red Riot!” The green-haired woman said, reading off the envelope she brought up to the stage. Red Riot’s smile brightened as he held a look of surprise. You clapped your hands with the crowd, watching him go up to the stage to accept his award.

You were distracted as Red Riot made a short acceptance speech, accepting his award gratefully. You were watching Bakugou’s content smile as Akita bounced in his arms and pointed up at her dad. He always had such pride in his friends, but never showed it, so seeing this was a rarity.

You smiled at the soft scene and hadn’t realized how long you’d been gazing over at him until Red Riot came back from the stage. You felt a small nudge to your side and looked over to a very smug Mina. She winked at you then darted her eyes to Bakugou, then back to you. The blush on your face spread quickly, even showing on your ears.

You shook your head at her, waving off the flash of hope panging in your chest. Bakugou’s your boss, and this is professional and a slight… maybe friend-like outing. Nothing more. He doesn't like you like that, so why is all of this bubbling to the surface now. She flashed a ‘hmm sure’ look at you and looked over at her joyous husband showing her his shiny award.

A few other awards were being presented and accepted, but your mind muddled them together after the second one. Your attention was regained as a man with a lightning bolt in his hair came onto stage in a nice suit. You recognized him as Chargebolt. He stood at the microphone with a bright grin at the crowd.

“This next award is for the most villains captured this year! With a whopping 362 villains captured, I am proud to present this award to the one, the only, Dynamight!” Chargebolt announced. You looked over at him in surprise with a smile. He handed Akita off to Red Riot and walked up to the podium.

As he went up, his chest puffed up with pride at the award. He has many awards, trophies and accomplishments that lined one of his walls in his office. He even kept his medal from the sports festival. Although you were still baffled at the teeth marks on it. He refused to tell you where they came from. He was handed a small golden award by Chargebolt as well as the microphone. Bakugou quieted the applause by clearing his throat.

“I didn’t prepare anything to say for tonight, but I want to say thank you. I’m just doing my job and doing what I love. Catching villains is easy for me, but this year, I’m looking to catch more than ever…” He started his speech. He had a flash of nervousness before he finished his speech.

“Now I’m trying to catch something, or rather someone much harder. So wish me luck, thank you,” He said, handing the microphone off to Chargebolt and walking off with his new prize.

“I wonder what he’s talking about,” You whispered to yourself, not expecting Mina to reply. She giggled at your comment, startling you.

“He’s looking to catch someone’s heart,” She informed you. You were surprised by the pang of jealousy and disappointment in your chest at her words.

“Really? I didn’t know he liked anyone,” You replied, trying to hide your disappointment. You failed though.

“You’ll know all about it soon,” Mina said slyly, turning to her husband with a knowing grin. You looked at her with a confused expression, but were cut off by Bakugou coming back with a proud grin.

“Congratulations,” You said as Bakugou reached earshot.

“Thanks,” He said in his usual gruff tone, but it had a gentler feeling to it.

“Look Daddy! Uncle Katsu got one too!” Akita exclaimed, pointing at Bakugou.

“Here kiddo,” Bakugou said, handing her the trophy to play with. She giggled and took it happily. You felt a hand touch yours, grabbing your attention away from the cute little girl. You looked over to Bakugou who was now holding your hand. He nodded his head to an opened door, somewhere you could get away from the crowd.

The two of you slipped away from the cameras, going out into the garden area. It was now dark outside, with the moon hanging low in the sky. The early evening air was barely above being chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. The gardens were surrounded by tall hedges, keeping you out of sight of any paparazzi that were hanging around outside.

Bakugou led you down the stone path through the pretty garden. Flowers lined the path with beautiful colors that were lit up by the moon’s light. You walked in silence with him, just thinking he wanted a way to have a minute of silence. You barely heard the award ceremony’s applause and announcers. It was such a peaceful night and the fresh air outside had a floral tint.

Bakugou had let go of your hand, but opted to rest one on the small of your back instead as he led you to a gazebo. It was all white, with some spinning vines climbing the surrounding pillars. The whole place was something out of a fairytale; Inside and out.

“Did you just want to get away from the noise?” You asked as you stood together.

“Partly because of that, but also because I wanted to talk to you,” He said. You looked over at him, seeing a rare sight. Bakugou was fiddling with his hands. He avoided looking you directly in the eyes, nervous that he’d chicken out on telling you what he wanted to. He had such a nervous stature, something you’ve never seen from him.

“I- Just-” He grumbled after not knowing how to start this conversation.

“I want to do this again,” He said, hoping you understood what he meant.

“You mean, bringing me to more events?” You asked.

“No, no, well yes, but-” He started speaking, but cut himself off.

“I want to take you out,” He ripped off the bandaid, finally looking into your eyes. His crimson gaze had a mix of hopefulness and uncertainty.

“Like… a date?” You asked carefully. You wanted to keep your job and asking that when that wasn’t what he was thinking could cause a big rift between you two; Professionally and as acquaintances.

“Yes!” He said, relieved that he finally said it and you understood. Everything clicked for you very quickly after the confirmation. This was a date. His speech was about you… and televised. He wanted to be with you enough to let the paparazzi see you with him. Is this actually happening? As your mind raced, it apparently made your brain malfunction.

“Me?” Was all you could say as you looked at him. You pointed at yourself, still gazing over at him in shock. Why?

“Who else?” He said, gaining some confidence at your flustered state. The flirty gaze he was giving you didn’t help your blush at all, it just made it much brighter. You floundered to find your words, or any words at his confession.

“Are you sure?” You said. Bakugou didn’t need to even think about your question before answering.

“Positive,” He replied. No one else had given him the same feeling as you. The fantasies he had only contained you. Not a random person, or someone faceless. It’s always you. You were so overtaken by shock that you stayed quiet for a moment. Bakugou became more nervous by the second.

“O-okay, yeah,” You replied.

“Yeah?” Bakugou asked in a hopeful tone, wondering if he was just dreaming.

“Yeah,” You nodded as you spoke.

“Good, how about Wednesday, after work?” He asked, and you nodded as a response. Tonight has been amazing, a literal fairytale. You just hadn’t realized that you’d actually be getting a prince charming at the end of it…

(Don't worry babes! Part 4 is coming soon!)

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Bakugou x reader Touch Chapter III

Chapter III! As promised, here it is!

This chapter is slightly longer than the others, so have fun with it.

I will say this everytime, please excuse any spelling and grammer issues, words are hard!

I Hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think, I appreciate the feed back!

Chapter I Link: https://at.tumblr.com/lilspidermonkey/bakugou-x-reader-touch-chapter-i/kp732lg6s4sa

Chapter II Link: https://at.tumblr.com/lilspidermonkey/bakugou-x-reader-touch-chapter-ii/hyxe2pvcq9j1

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FRAGILE AS A GRENADE

BAKUGOU X READER! FLUFF COMING SOON!

A/N: You the reader have a quirk that is called Solar. You can fly, have enhanced strength and shoot powerful beams from your hands and eyes that are as hot as the sun. You are more powerful during the daylight and in the sun.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Your heart almost beat out of your chest as you heard Aizawa’s words…

“Bakugo, L/N, You two are up,” Aizawa spoke calmly. Your face remained calm even as your heart pounded so hard that you could hear it. You gulped quietly, walking to the middle of the sparring area with Bakugou following behind you. You did everything you could to keep your cool and calm your breathing as your eyes met his crimson ones.

His eyes stared straight into you with such an intense gaze. His gaze is always so unnerving to you, but you kept eye contact, trying to show you weren’t afraid of him. That would be a complete lie though. He was one of the strongest in class and did whatever it took to get to his goal. And right now, defeating you was his only aim right now. Both of you got into position, waiting for Aizawa to start the spar.

“Begin!” Aizawa called, letting both you and Bakugou spring into action. You immediately dodged the first attack that came quickly. You didn’t have time to counter before you were dodging another one of his attacks. His explosions rattled the ground as he fought. You flew into the sky as soon as you were given the opportunity with Bakugou using his quirk to follow you. You stopped at about ten feet in the air and began your plan.

You darted behind Bakugou, trying to get the upper hand. He barely dodged your kick before blasting towards you. You dodged him and countered with your own powers. Your hands glowed a bright (Color) and you began your assault. You fired rapidly, trying to keep Bakugo busy so you could find some sort of weak spot.

Bakugou dodged expertly, but for a split second, he raised an arm, giving you the opportunity to kick him in the ribs as hard as you could. He let out a grunt, using an explosion to get some distance. You followed quickly, grabbing his arm and throwing him down to the ground. He blasted you as you made your attack, making you fall to the ground as well. You yelped as you hit the ground side first. You hurt your shoulder badly, but that didn’t matter.

You got onto your feet as soon as you could, looking in Bakugou’s direction. He was already running towards you. You dodged another blast, turning around with a hard kick to his head. But Bakugou caught your foot. You froze in shock for a second before seeing his grin. You glared and cartwheeled. Before he let your foot go, you used every muscle in your body to toss him with a cartwheel.

You heard him yell in surprise at your move, and saw him on the ground getting up quickly. You didn’t give him the chance to get up fully before you kneed him in the chest. You heard the air exit his body from the blow. You flipped over him, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground again. He got knocked out from the hard throw as you watched. You panted hard, wondering how you won so quickly. You looked down at his unconscious figure in shock. He clearly wasn’t ok. He rarely went down this easy without pummeling his opponent much more than you were right now. You knelt down, checking to see if Bakugou was severely injured. You saw no severe injuries, just a few scratches. As you were doing so, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Aizawa had walked over to you without you noticing. He looked down at you both with a small glint of concern in his eyes as his face remained neutral.

“He isn’t severely injured,” You said calmly, looking back at Aizawa. He nodded silently.

“Take him to Recovery Girl,” He said, leaving you both. You sighed, hauling Bakugou over your good shoulder and walking past your classmates as you headed to the office.

“Good job, Y/N!” Iida said firmly with a smile. Your class president was really just an older brother of the entire class. You smiled and said a quick thank you as you passed him. You got a lot of ‘good jobs’ as you passed and left for the office. You knew that you’d be hearing more about this later. You smiled, proud of yourself for not getting too injured this time, but you couldn’t help but feel that you just got lucky. Or that you just caught him on a bad day. Either way, you took down the big, bad, blasty, Bakugou. That was something to be proud of.

You entered the front office, heading to the Medical Bay to find Recovery Girl. As you entered the room, Recovery Girl immediately saw you two. She ushered you over to her, instructing you to set Bakugou down on the bed.

“He doesn't have any major injuries,” You stated, knowing she’d have to check either way.

“I’m surprised Midoriya didn’t come in with you. Has he finally figured out how to not break his arms?” She joked with an annoyed tone. Deku was her most frequent visitor. You giggled at her comment, shaking your head.

“No, he hasn’t even sparred yet,” You replied.

“Y/N, did you beat him?” You nodded with a grin you couldn’t quite hide.

“Yeah,” You said sheepishly.

“Good job. That’s quite the achievement,” She said. You smiled at her.

“Thank you. I think he’s having a bad day or something though,” You said, looking down at the blonde boy. He was pretty, even if his mouth wasn’t.

“Are you injured in any way?” Recovery Girl asked, finishing up checking over Bakugou.

“I hit my shoulder pretty badly, but nothing is broken,” You said. Recovery Girl ushered you towards her hearing this. You kneeled down, letting her kiss your cheek, using her quirk to heal your arm.

“Thank you,” You said with a smile.

“Just doing my job. You should head back to class now. I’ll send Bakugou back once he wakes up,” Recovery Girl spoke sweetly. You nodded and ran out of the office and back to class. You saw Kirishima and Ochako sparring and joined the rest of the class.

(Back in the Medical Bay)

Bakugou’s eyes squinted open, taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights above him. Bakugou grunted, sitting up in the bed, taking in his surroundings. Recovery Girl was quick to notice him sit up and turned to him with a sweet smile.

“Oh, you woke up quicker than I thought you would,” Recovery Girl chirped, walking over to Bakugou. He grumbled, running his head where you had kicked him. It wasn’t really sore, but there would be a light bruise.

“She got you good, huh?” Recovery Girl said with a smile. Bakugou huffed at her in response.

“She just got lucky,” He said gruffly, swinging his legs off of the bed. He looked at the ground thinking of the fight before. He got so distracted by you.His mind kept wandering to how cool you looked when you threw him just by cartwheeling. He wanted a rematch, to prove he could beat you easily, but a small bit of him was proud that you took him out so quickly. He’d never admit that though.

“Well, you are good to go. They should still be out sparring,” Recovery Girl said. Bakugou nodded, getting up and leaving the Medical Bay. Bakugou walked back to the sparring ground, seeing Ochako pinning Kirishima to the ground, getting him to tap out. He grunted proudly at her strength. She really almost beat him at the sports festival and ever since he had an admiration for her.

He never thought he’d have the same admiration for you though. You had a great quirk, but you used it sloppily at the sports festival, but you had improved. He couldn’t help but feel butterflies when seeing you smile and cheer for Ochako. He quickly shut that down, looking away and composing himself. He forced himself to look ahead, seeing the next pair walk onto the sparring grounds. Tokyami and Froppy both began, but he couldn’t focus on the training.

The class continued with him stealing glances towards you and watching your reactions to the class. Soon enough, class was over.

“Alright, tomorrow 6 AM. Be here and in your P.E. uniforms. Class is dismissed,” He said, walking off. Everyone chatted about class and their sparring matches.

“Bakugou! You’re losing your touch man!” Denki said, slinging an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder. You turned to look at them both, overhearing Denki.

“Or my training is finally paying off.” You stated, looking at the two blondes.

“You just got lucky! Just wait until we have a rematch! I’ll show you!” Bakugou shouted at you. This was very normal now, so it didn’t startle you as much as it did when you first met him. You smiled at him before answering calmly.

“I’m sure you will. Until then,” You saluted him and walked off with Mina and Jirou. You all chatted leaving the boys behind. Bakugou was scared to admit it, but you sparked something in him that day. He didn’t really care that you beat him, it just made him see you a little differently. That spark opened a door that Bakugou tried desperately to keep closed.

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When You Wish Upon A Star- BAKUGOU X F! READER!

Content: Fluff, children, DAD!Kirishima

WC: 1.7k

Being the personal assistant to The Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight, is a tough job. You have a loud boss, multiple idiots to deal with, a ton of damage reports, and way too many phone calls. The job and your boss could get on your nerves sometimes, but you liked your job. It was a rewarding job, but sometimes you were asked to do things far outside of your job description. Today was one of those days.

Today has been an absolute mess. Not only did you get multiple calls from ‘The Heroes Press’ about the ‘unsavory’ interview with Dynamight. Even though they went against the contractual questions that were agreed on beforehand. You had realized after about a month of working for Dynamight that he wasn’t ever the problem in interviews. He genuinely can be nice, and even talkative, as long as you don’t put your nose into his personal business. Apparently, outlets can’t ask two questions without asking about his relationships or personal information.

Then another four people without prior appointments came in for meetings with Dynamight. Which led to two of them yelling at you for their inconsiderate actions. Dynamight’s a busy man, he will not drop everything for a meeting about merch. He literally has lives to save, thousands who depend on him. Thankfully, they agreed to make an appointment and return at a later time.

You also have tomorrow off, a rare off day that you needed for the dreaded dentist. You wanted to get all the emails and appointments you could take care of today so you wouldn’t have to worry about it later. It led to four hours’ worth of overtime, but it would be worth it. It was 8 PM with the sky already dark. You were finishing up your last email, typing away quickly, ready to go home.

Just as you finished the email, a creak rang out in the office. It came from the door into your office where Dynamight, Red Riot, and a little girl who you recognised as Red Riot’s daughter. She was bouncing behind her father, excited to be anywhere her dad was. You hadn’t met her before, but you had seen multiple magazine covers of Red Riot and Pinkie with their daughter in interviews. You gave a polite smile to the group, shutting down your computer.

“Oi, what are you doing here so late?” Dynamight asked in his usual gruff tone. To anyone else, he’d seem rude, but you knew this was his version of small talk.

“I’m off tomorrow, so I’m just getting some emails sorted now. I’m about to head home,” You replied, putting everything away nicely. You smiled at him, standing up from your desk.

“You think you could stay for fifteen more minutes?” Red Riot asked, rubbing the back of his head.

“May I ask why?” You asked. Your body and mind felt exhausted and exasperated from today, but you didn’t let it show through your tone. You kept the sweet smile on your face and a calm and sweet tone.

“We have some hero business to discuss… Um- Stuff she can’t hear,” Red Riot nodded his head to his daughter who was distracted by a Dynamight toy she had in her hands. She is probably about five years old with a sharp toothed smile.

“Could you watch her for a minute? We’ll be quick,” Red Riot asked with pleading eyes. You debated for a split second, but your fondness for kids won out. Especially this sweet looking little girl.

“Of course,” You said, nodding at the two men.

“Thank you. Akita! Come here sweetie,” Red Riot knelt down to his daughter, capturing her attention.

“I’ve got some hero stuff to do, so Miss. um…” Red Riot looked over at you,

“Y/N,” You replied.

“Miss. Y/N is going to watch you, so be good for her, okay? It’ll only be a few minutes,” Red Riot said. His daughter, Akita, nodded, bouncing over to you. She looked up at you with sweet red eyes just like her father.

“Thank you. We’ll be quick,” Red Riot said as he slipped into the office with your boss. You returned your attention to Akita, seeing her spinning around in your desk chair. You smiled at her antics, going to speak, but you were immediately interrupted.

“I’M BORED!!!” She groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. She seemed so sweet and goofy as she spun around.

“And what do you suppose we do about that?” You asked, leaning on your desk as you watched her.

“Do you know how to play firefighters?” She asked, still spinning around.

“I don’t, but you can teach me,” You said, more than willing to amuse her for the time being.

“No, it takes too long. I want to be a firefighter when I grow up. What did you want to be when you growed up,” She said looking up at the ceiling as she spun around.

“I wanted to be a teacher when I was a kid,” You replied, letting her interrogate you to cure her boredom.

“Why aren’t you one now?” She asked, finally stopping the chair and looking directly at you.

“Didn’t wish hard enough,” You replied, just trying to humor her.

“What?” She asked, looking at you with a confused expression.

“You know, when you wish on a star for something?” You said. As a child, you used to wish so hard on stars. For anything and everything.

“Why would you do that?” She asked, curiosity sparking in her red irises.

“So your dreams can come true. You know, like the fairy godmother?” You said, surprised she hadn’t heard of wishing on stars.

“What fairy godmother?” She asked. You grinned, getting an idea.

“Well, it seems you haven’t gotten a fairy godmother yet, so she hasn’t shown you the song either,” You said, trying to get her to take interest.

“There’s a song? What song? Can you sing it?” She asked excitedly as she jumped out of the chair, bouncing around your feet.

“Now I’m not your fairy godmother, so I really shouldn’t…” You said.

“Pleeeeeease!” She begged with her lip poking out in a pout.

“Well, I suppose. I don’t think they’ll be upset if I show you,” You said, picking her up gently. You took her over to the wall of windows that looked over the city. The night sky covered everything beautifully. You looked up at the night sky, beginning to sing the song.

~”When you wish upon a star,”~ You began singing to Akita, watching as she listened intently.

~”Makes no difference who you are,”~ You sang the second line, swaying back and forth to soothe the little girl. You looked up out of the windows, seeing the bright stars above. You rarely saw them in the city because of the bright lights, but being on the 60th floor has its perks.

~”Anything your heart desires, will come to you,”~ You felt the little one in your arms lean onto your shoulder as you rocked her back and forth. She was looking out at the vast sky of stars, with little stars forming in her eyes as well.

~”If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme,”~” You set your head on the little girl’s head, not realizing that the meeting between the two heroes had ended. Now you had more of an audience than you thought you would.

Bakugou and Kirishima saw you with your back turned to them. Akita was in your arms and your voice filled the room beautifully. Bakugou couldn’t help but stay silent to watch you be so good with his goddaughter.

~”When you wish upon a star, as dreamers do,”~ You sang, still swaying and watching the night sky twinkle above you. Kirishima was smiling at the scene, but his smile widened into a grin when he noticed Bakugou’s softened gaze and pink cheeks. He nudged his hot-headed friend, giving him the, ‘I know you like her,’ look. Bakugou just glared back and turned his gaze back to you.

~”Fate is kind, she brings to those who love,”~ As you sang, Akita yawned, snuggling into you. It was probably a little later than she was used to being up.

~”The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing,”~ You sang. Bakugou was a simple man, one who never found someone worth the complications of love and dating. You had already gotten on his good side and he couldn’t deny that he found you attractive, but seeing you like this made him see you so much differently. His mind couldn’t help but see you with a baby that was the perfect mix of you two. It awakened a fluttering sensation in his stomach and chest when he thought of it.

~”Like a bolt out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you through,”~ Your voice was so beautiful to him as well. His mind wandered through multiple domestic scenes, just cementing his feelings for you. Just being able to come home to someone who’d take care of his children, or cook him dinner… It felt like heaven just thinking about it.

~”When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true,”~ You sang the last line of the song, looking up to see a star shoot across the sky. Just for old time’s sake you closed your eyes, wishing for happiness. Little did you know, your wish wouldn’t be the only one fulfilled soon.

“Ahem,” Red Riot cleared his throat to get your attention. You whipped around, blushing at the thought that they might have heard your singing.

“Daddy!!!” Akita wiggled out of your arms, running to her dad. She bounced excitedly, talking about the song. Your blush remained as you picked up your purse and packed away the rest of your things.

“Thank you again,” Red Riot said as he left with his hyperactive child. You smiled with a nod, still feeling exhausted from the day. You wanted to go home, and get tomorrow over with. Before you left, you waved goodbye to your boss with a polite smile. Something in his gaze felt different though. Like it was softer, but that was crazy to even think that way, right?

I kind of want to make like a part two, but I don't know yet... Anyways, enjoy the fluff!

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