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I'M HERE... DAD!BAKUGOU X CHILD!READER

PROLOGUE

When Prohero!Bakugou's simple life gets disrupted by a little menace and both their lives change drastically in the most chaotic way possible... with a bit of fluff and angst along the way DISCLAIMERS: -TIMESKIP OBVIOUSLY -Bakugou is a little rough around the edges, reader is a bit of a nutcase, everyone's got kids, kids are weird. -series story BANNER MADE BY ME

Knock knock knock

Knock knock knock

'Mmmm… Who the fuck-

go away….'

Knock knock knock

'Oh for fucks sake'

"I'm coming."

Knock knock kno-

"I said I'm fucking coming! You better have damn good reason for waking me up!" He yells as he closes up his robe.

"WHAT?!" he yells as he swings the door open to reveal two familiar faces accompanied by a woman and child no older than four.

"What hell do you want Deku?" "Hey Kacchan! Were you asleep? Kacchan it's already twelve in the afternoon… Are you okay?" Izuku observes his childhood friend.

" Tch! Quite your mumbling, I'm fucking fine dumbass! I was cover for shitty hairs night patrol. Now tell me what the fuck you want so you can leave!" his voice is husk and loud causing the kids beside Deku to retract further into his side. "Right! Mind of we talk inside?"

" Huh?"

"Kacchan what she's trying to say is that… The kid is yours."

"HUH?!"

"I know its a lot to process but its true Mr. Bakugou. The child is yours." A black haired woman spoke again after explaining what was happening. It was silent for a while until Katsuki rubbed the bridge his nose and glared at Deku in front of him in a tired state

"Let me get this straight. So you come into my house, with some shitty lady that I don't know, just to come and tell me that this brat is mine?!"

" For the last time Kacchan, she's not just some lady, she's a social worker and well, yes."

"Fuck no! I don't need some snot nosed kid. So I'm sure as hell not just gonna take one that you say with nothing to back it up. So why don't you run along with your little scams, Deku, and leave me the hell alone." the ash blonde spat the last part with undoubted venom towards the people that came into his home.

"Katsuki its not a scam… and the only reason I came was to soften the blow. She's a bit blunt about these types of things which isn't very ideal in your case." the green eyed man dead panned as he stared right back at red eyed male.

"Mr. Bakugou if it makes you feel any better we've already done accurate DNA tests and they came back positive. This is your child." The social worker states, grimacing at his persistence.

"Like hell it is! How do I know you didn't tamper with the tests and how the hell'd you get my DNA sample anyways?" He grumbles

The dark haired woman spoke again before Izuku was able to, "i guarantee you that nothing was tampered but I understand your concern so I'm willing to let you run your own if you choose. Now regarding the sample, * hospital handed it to us once we gave the correct paperwork."

"Tch, fine, I will. Where is the brat anyway."

"Oh she's playing with Katsumi." They glance off to the far side where the you and Katsumi were busy. He was showing you his plushie that his "Uncle Sho" gave him for his birthday this year.

"(Y/n), Katsu! Can you guys come over here for a sec!" Izuku called the kids who were playing in the tiny townhouse backyard. Well more like Katsumi was trying to get you to play with him.

The two ran inside, Katsu tackled his father's s leg with a hug as you stood next to the elder. "(Y/n), this is your papa, the one we were telling you about. Bakugou Katsuki. Kacchan this is your daughter, (Y/n)"

"Quit filling her head up with false shit. You're not even sure yet."

"Language Kacchan! " Deku scolds.

Katsumi stood behind the green haired pro hero looking and the ash-blonde in front of them. The male looking directly at the little girl, examining her piercing red eyes, (s/t) skin and poofy ash-blonde hair put into three neat fluffy ponytails. Two in the front and one at the back. He cross examined his Godfather and you.

You really did look like you could be his kid but you sure as hell didn't act like it. You were quiet and reserved in the blonde's eyes, you gave him a small yet forced smile…

Yep, absolutely nothing like him. "We run the stupid test tomorrow after I come back from patrol. Meet me at the hospital at 8:30. Don't be late." Katsuki says before walking the group of uninvited guests out.

"That's supposed to be my papa?" You ask, your voice weary as you glance back to the house you just walked out of. "Mhm. But don't worry he'll get used to you." Izuku said with a smile.

"Yeaaaa… No offence mister but I don't think I believe you."

"W-whys that?"

"Well, he doesnt look like he likes you very much" You snickered in pity at the older male. "Wow for a four year old you sure are observant. But no thats just how he usually is, he can be a bit tough but hes not that back" he shrugs in response.

"Oi! I'm four and a half! Get it right!" you pout.

"Kucchan y-y-you don't have to be so mean." a tiny voice was heard from the car seat next to you as Deku helps you into your own. "I'm not! I was just saying what I saw! And you keep callin' me that. Where's it even come from?" you glare at the boy and his body tensed as he realized that he unconsciously gave you a nickname.

He started stammering, all you did was shake your head in annoyance looking to Izuku. "Mister Deku?" "yes (Y/n)?" "Why doesn't my papa like you?" The male sweat dropped with a smile at the unexpected question, whilst his son tilted his head in curiosity. "Its a long story… but trust me he does. He's one of my best friends."

He watches the car pull of and immediately dials a number.

RING RING...

RING RING...

RING RING...

"Yello!"

"Oi I need you to come over today."

"Aren't you tired after patrol though? You should rest. Don't worry! We can hang out aft-" "Tch I wouldn't be calling you over if I was. I need your help with something are you gonna be able to come over or not?!"

"Are you okay?" " I'm fine okay… Just- just tell me if you can come over or not."

" Yeah sure dude. What time do you need me?"

" Does now work?"

" Mhm, sure! I'll be there in a bit. I just need to do something first."

-Had to retype this like 3 times cos it kept getting deleted or some shit like that anyways there's no set upload schedule but ill try like once to twice a week if i got time Leave a review or comment if u liked it or don't😗 I have no idea how many chapters this'll be but its gonna get rocky Lmk if u wanna go on the taglist for future chapters <3

The amount of times Todoroki called Yaoyoruzu's name

As for Momo, however, it's uncountable xD

Everytime I see this...

I'm sorry... I can't even xD

Todoroki Family Appreciation Post

When Time Doesn’t Stop The Pain

Fandom: Bnha Mha Parings: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Momo Yaoyarozu Rating: 14+ Warnings: Alcohol, unrequited romance, angst Words: .5k81 A/N: This is just a short scene I can’t get out of my head. It may become a series depending on the reaction? Also yes I know i’m posting a lot of angst rn leave me alone 🤣 

        Shoto clenched his eyes shut, his left hand gripping the phone to his ear and his right desperately clutching his clean white dress shirt, bunching up the fabric over his heart. 

“Who do you think you are Todoroki?” Y/n’s drunk voice slurred over the phone. “What gives you the right to- to- to-” she hiccups and starts to sob. 

“I’m sorry Y/n/n,” His voice is strained and painful, his heart breaking into pieces.

“How could you?”

It’s been five months since it happened- Since Shoto asked Momo to go on a date with him. “I didn’t know,” he whispered, leaning over his marble bathroom sink as tears stated to fall from his closed eyes, “I didn’t know.”

Five months and still, Y/n calls him whenever she’s drunk. Five months and she still cries, still screams, still destroys herself.

“...Y/n?”

The sudden silence that fell over the line which was usually filled with sobs and shouts was more alarming than anything she could have said.

“Was it,” she paused, “am I really that hard to love?” 

Her voice was the most sober he’d heard since their fight- the clarity in her tone shook him to his core. The wobble in her voice broke his heart.

“No,” he cried, before coughing to strengthen his voice, “No it wasn’t you. I just-” he shook his head at the memories, “I just didn’t know.”

There was another pause of silence, “How could you not know?”

Todoroki had been asking himself that very same thing for five months. How could he not know? She’d loved him since freshman year- his Y/n loved him for six years and he couldn’t tell. 

She’d been so open about her emotions, so caring and supporting with everything he did, and he just... didn’t realize it. 

He looked up, glaring at his disheveled appearance in the mirror. “I was an idiot.”

Shoto Todoroki was in love with Y/n Y/l/n for all of high school, but when college came around he gave up on the idea. She was bound for greatness, she deserved someone who suited her temperament, not a friend from childhood that couldn’t match her newly founded maturity.

“I’m sorry,”

Y/n’s voice was soft and sad, her words bounced around in her chest before she let them escape from her lips- a newly found emptiness followed. She knew what she had to do. “Y/n-”

“Goodbye.”

For the first time, she was the one to end the phone call. 

In the end, Shoto never got another call from his childhood bestfriend. In fact, he heard nothing about her until he saw the photo on his Facebook UA alumni feed when he was sitting in his office months later.

Y/l/n Y/n raises to Koreas top 3 hero list after only one year- is this foreign hero Korea’s new heroic legacy?

Mina had shared it- showing that she hadn’t cut off everyone, maybe only him. He looked at the photo along with it- two side by side. One had Y/n in her hero uniform after a successful mission, caring for one of the injured children. The picture on the right had her in a beautiful dress, receiving an award from the head of the Korean Hero Association. 

The familiar pain in his chest welled up again- his eyes shut and he clenched the mahogany desk. Why does it still hurt so much? She’s happy, Y/n’s happy- He looked at the photo of him and Momo that sat on his desk- but was he?

TodoMomo scenes

Yaoyorozu, in her dorm at 3 am: *depressed*

Todoroki, in his bed: *opens his eyes*

Todoroki: *gets up and walked to Yaoyorozu's room*

Todoroki: *slams open the door and gives her a hug*