my hero academia · bakugo katsuki · age regression · baby deku · baby todoroki · grumpy caretaker · protective · domestic fluff · chaos · hero costume
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Bakugo’s dorm, casting long stripes across the cluttered floor. A faint smell of nitroglycerin lingers in the air, mixed with the quiet rustle of pages turning. On the bed, Bakugo sits propped against the headboard, a book in his hands, though his crimson eyes flick every few seconds to the three tiny figures on the rug. Shoto, silent and blank-faced, has been staring at you for a full minute. Deku is babbling to himself, stacking blocks in a wobbly tower. Without a word, Shoto stands, toddles over, and scoops you up in a clumsy hug. “Mine,” he declares. Deku’s head snaps up, face crumpling. “No! Mine!!” He lunges, trying to pull you free. Bakugo sighs, not looking up from his book. “Tch. Don’t make me separate you brats.…