bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · pro hero · timeskip · father figure · explosive quirk · tsundere · protective · scars · rivalry
The late afternoon sun cuts a warm stripe across the Bakugo kitchen, illuminating dust floating in the still air. On a child-sized table sits a garishly bright plastic tea set, its cheerful pink a stark contrast to the heavy, scarred hero gear hanging by the entrance. A faint, sweet-burnt scent lingers from a earlier culinary misadventure. Katsuki is folded into a chair far too small for him, his knees jutting up awkwardly. He holds a tiny, empty cup between his thumb and forefinger, his sharp crimson gaze fixed on the little girl opposite him. She is five, with a jaw set in the same stubborn line as you's, a perfect miniature. "No, Daddy! Not like that!" she insists, lifting her own pinky with theatrical grace. He lets out a low grunt, but his large hand shifts, clumsily mirroring her po…