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[ Midoriya goes easy as you please, leaning into Bakugou with the coffee held out of the way so he doesn't risk spilling it, licking into Bakugou's mouth with a hungry little hum. The moment's ruined a split-second later; he pulls back from the kiss with a borderline laugh-squawk, pushing at Bakugou's shoulder gently so they don't spill coffee. ]

Oh, you'll let me. Daddy, you're so kind.

[ Swinging his leg off, he slithers onto the ground again and ignores the way his throat feels hot from Bakugou's touch. From the kitchen there's a PAPAAAAAAA and barking, which means he needs to get moving. Coffee in hand he heads back out into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to find that there's not food everywhere, though Barkugou is perched underneath their daughter's feet to catch any scraps. ]

Alright, you know the drill. Wash up, I'll get your backpack ready.

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[Bakugou gets up, but does it languidly, trying to sip most of the coffee so it doesn't get cold and doesn't spill on his way out. He puts on slouchy, ankle-clutched sweats and a t-shirt that screams bright red and PLUS ULTRA! in white.

From out of the bedroom and down the hall, he lumbers toward the kitchen as a little girl comes bounding in the opposite direction. She leaps at him with absolutely zero reservation, and he throws his arm out while she latches immediately onto it. With astounding control, he hefts her up with just his arm, careful of the coffee, and slings her gently over his shoulder onto her back. She clings to his neck.]

Mornin', heroess.

[He makes a detour into the bathroom, putting the mug down on the sink top.] Aren't you suppose t'be washing for school? [But she wants him to do it while she holds onto his neck and shoulders. He guesses he'll wash his own face and stuff while washing hers.

Only he does it in the most obnoxious way, pinching and holding her nose with the rag, or tickling her, though he does let her rub the cloth on his own face when she wants to "do something, too, Daddy!"] Pigtails or ponytail? [He has to bring her off and sit her on the counter so he can do it.

Bakugou brushing and doing pigtails. Hm.]

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[ While Bakugou manages their child, Midoriya goes digging under the counter for the dog's food, measuring out a portion of it and dumping it into her bowl. After the cereal, she isn't particularly enthused but when it's clear Midoriya's not going to feed her cereal she grudgingly starts eating. Dog taken care of, he putters around the kitchen packing up her lunch from leftovers last night, digging in the fridge for some fruit to put in there, too.

Her backpack takes longer to find; she's left it hanging off the arm of the couch and he goes through it to make sure all of her papers are in there, tucking her lunch neatly on top before hefting it onto his shoulder to go find them.

Rounding the corner, he leans against the doorway to watch Bakugou doing her hair, warm all the way down to his toes in a way that coffee won't ever manage. He is, without a doubt, the luckiest person in the whole fucking world. ]

Pigtails today, huh? You look so cute!

[ He's a sight himself, dressed in Bakugou's clothes wearing tiny red backpack with RED RIOT written across it because apparently having the number one and number two heroes as her father isn't as cool as their best friend and his hardcase backpack. He takes a long sip of his coffee, watching them in the reflection of the mirror with a smile visible over the rim of his glass, watching Bakugou's expression even if he's talking to their daughter.]

Lunch is packed, everything's in your backpack. Soon as daddy's done with your hair we can get you to the bus.

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[Bakugou looks entirely too affectionate even if he's pretending he's serious. It's a Soft sort of endearment. He's gentle with her hair, though it's hard to get most of it into pigtails when it's wildly spikey and craving freedom like his own. Two spiked, sparkler-looking pigtails blazing in each direction.]

Great. You look like you could kick some--

[Oh. His eyes snap to Midoriya in the mirror, and he clears his throat.] --kick some villains to the curb. [WOW, it's been a pain in the ass trying to censor himself for real. A lot of the time he slips up. She's been occasionally saying hilarious curses that are out of place. It's fine.] Up.

[He scoops her off the sink into one of his arms high on his shoulder and chest, takes up his coffee, and then turns to follow Midoriya out of the bathroom. He really wants to put an arm around Midoriya's waist, but his hands are... currently full. RIP.] Wait-- [He stops, handing out his cup of coffee for Midoriya to take.]

We forgot to brush our teeth. Turn around. Like hell we're gonna let germs get in there--

[He doubles back. This is going to be a trip.]

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[ Midoriya's grin is shit-eating, knowing what Bakugou was going to say and laughing under his breath when he catches himself. ]

All the villains to the curb.

[ He nods in agreement, shuffling out of the way so they can pass only for Bakugou to about-face and hand him the coffee. Another laugh that shifts into a yawn as he leans against the hallway door, listening to the two of them aggressively brushing their teeth. It takes some balancing with two cups of coffee but he absolutely takes a video and sends it to the group chat. ]

Make sure you leave some teeth to brush you two.

[ He lives in a house of Bakugous and it's honestly wild. Settling her backpack by the door, he tops their coffees off in the kitchen and meets them out once they're done. ]

C'mon, Firecracker, we're gonna miss the bus and your teacher already told me off for bringing you to school on my own.

[ He might have the license to use his quirk freely, but her teacher had encouraged him to pay better attention to the time rather than using his quirk to run to school, no matter how fun they thought it was. Amazing how he's been out of school for years yet the disapproving teacher voice is so effective. ]

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[The teeth brushing goes about as ""well"" as it always did when he was younger, when he went to bed mad the night before and woke up still mad, or butthurt, or sore. The two of them stare hard into the mirror and growl toothpaste, yelling about DIE GERMS!!! which she had seen him do only once before it had to become a ritual.

The two toothbrushes they put back in the cup holder are frayed beyond repair and it's only been a month.]

AYYYrrrr!!!

[Uh oh.

Bakugou's feet stomp heavily out of the bathroom, and he lumbers exaggeratedly out to where Midoriya is waiting for them, daughter latched under his arm.] OI!! TRASH DEKU!! [Keeping their daughter pinned, he starts shoving each of his feet into one boot at a time at the door.] Number One hero, hahh? [Hmm. She's giggling?] Tch! What kind of tenth-rate hero can't even...

...protect his own daughter!! [Bakugou snaps down to grab the backpack by the door, unworried with his best friend's craftsmanship going into the tough, durable Red Riot. He busts out of the door with their daughter screaming in delight under his arm, leaving Midoriya probably wondering why putting up with Bakugou is even an option.

He weasels the backpack on, lifts her up over his shoulder so she isn't being shaken around, gets to the street and looks back.] She's mine now, hero! [And then he swings his arm down to blast the two of them somewhat down the street.]

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[ They've both been so well behaved, he thinks, it's almost weird.

Then: Bakugou happens. ]

Kacchan!

[ Barkugou goes ballistic at the frenzy and his husband kidnaps their child.

He doesn't even have his shoes on yet!!! Please!!! But it's Midoriya and like hell he's just going to let that go, shoes or no shoes. The All Might slippers get shoved on (mostly), the coffee's set down with a clatter and he rockets after them, matching his pace, coming in close enough that the lightning around him flickers toward Bakugou like it knows him. ]

Have no fear, young lady, I am here! I know how to defeat him, but I'll need your help!

[ Cutting Bakugou off when it's safe, he fake-swings at him, falling into the mock fighting with ease. He looks so terribly threatening in bright yellow slippers, half of his curls smashed down from sleeping with his head tucked against Bakugou. When she calls out a giggled yeah, he fistpumps. ]

This villain's secret weakness is kisses. You gotta weaken him for me so I can get in close!

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[Bakugou doesn't try so hard to lose Midoriya. The whole thing isn't done for them anyway; it's for her. It's to get her mind off having to go all the way to school and suffer the boring day, to get her a little rallied about it, too, probably.

He skids to a slow stop as Midoriya swings around in front, careful of their daughter, dodging the "attacks" as if they almost hit.]

As if this puny human girl coul-- HAUH?!

[Oh NO? Oh no. Bakugou pretends to be stunned, and he doesn't hold her back when she leans up and tries to have a big go at him. He does, however, stumble, and try his best to dodge what he can with his head.]

No!! Stop! That isn't my damn weak--argghh!!!

[Kisses are one hundred percent his weakness. Sweet daughter kisses, and he goes down carefully to his knees, as if they aren't doing this in the middle of the damn street like morons.]

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[ As Bakugou sinks down Midoriya comes closer, cheering her on right on his cheek, you got him! When he's close enough, he fakes a punch at Bakugou's jaw and shifts it into a skim of his fingers over the rough line of his jaw, grinning. ]

You were incredible! Hold him for me and I'll finish it.

[ Kisses are his weakness so Midoriya grabs his hand and kisses his knuckles, eyes focused on Bakugou's despite his words being for her. ]

Alright, villain, give up, we've won fair and square. Let me take you in. [ Their daughter throws herself over Bakugou rather than trying to escape, though, which just makes him laugh harder. Bakugou as a villain is just so unbelievable even at her age, because Bakugou is just so clearly good. ] The hero side has breakfast in bed.

Edited Date: 2019-02-22 06:02 am (UTC)

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No... Sto...p... You heroes... ain’t got... any chance... again us...!!

[It’s no use. She jumps him and Midoriya is kissing his hands, and he is consumed by kisses and love. He’s defeated, sprawled on the ground and still. Until the promise of breakfast, of course. He opens his eyes and sits up, supporting the kid with his thick arm.] I guess... you got some good benefits... [Hefting her up, he springs to his feet in one swift motion, bends to pick up the Red Riot backpack that fell away.] Here. M’dirty.

[He hands the girl off to Midoriya while he holds the backpack and slaps his hands over himself to dust off.] Let’s go before we miss the bus. [He’ll walk as he does it. Thankfully, they made good time being morons and flying out the door. A little more walk, and they’ll be there.]

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Thwarted again, villain!

[ He takes an armful of giggling daughter and props her up under one arm, bouncing her on his hip with each step as they wait for Bakugou to get everything together and dust off. Midoriya makes the rest of the walk in his slippers for not the first time and by the time the bus comes to get them they're getting looks from the other kids. Thankfully, the novelty of them being heroes has kind of sort of worn off. Rather than being asked for photos every time, the kids mostly gather in huddles and ask their daughter a bazillion questions which doesn't seem to bother her.

Once they've seen her off, Midoriya bumps their shoulders together, smiling down at the ridiculous man he's spending the rest of his life with. ]

If all villains were stopped with kisses and breakfast in bed we'd be out of a job, huh?

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[At the bus stop, the kids do huddle and stare. They ask silly and dumbass questions of both of them and then of their daughter, too. He hopes it won’t be too much for her, in the end. Having two very famous and sometimes controversial parents. For now, she seems proud and takes it all in stride. When the bus shows, he embarrasses her by bending down and smooching her after making sure her hair is fixed, even if lopsided, and bag is secure.

And then he stands up by Midoriya as the bus leaves, looking too soft, looking almost as bad as the first day of school period when he ended up getting teary eyed and told Midoriya to shut up three times on the way home.]

Yeah. But maybe she’d have one, though. [Reaching up, he pops the back of Midoriya’s curly head very gently and jerks his head back in the direction of the house.] Come on, Papa.

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[ Oh, no, he's so soft. Midoriya lets him fuss and gives her a kiss on top of her head when it's done, dutifully not mentioning how Bakugou looks all teary. This doesn't get any easier, necessarily, but watching her go off to school feels good. They're doing something good, here, with this small person who's going to grow into someone amazing and they'll keep making the world a safer, better place for her. It's the least they can do. ]

Don't talk about her having a job, not yet.

[ Midoriya groans, mostly kidding as they make their way down the sidewalk, shamelessly sliding in close because he's just in a tshirt and pants and Bakugou had the sense to grab long sleeves. It's still early enough there's mist clinging to the plants around them in fat droplets of water, the chill in the air making his skin prickle. ]

Can you take the dog out while I make breakfast?

Edited Date: 2019-02-22 09:11 pm (UTC)

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[At first, Bakugou walks along like a disinterested man with Midoriya clinging to him, but then he reaches up and eases his arm around Midoriya's shoulders to bring them together.]

If you blink, she'll be a teenager. [And God damn what a wild time that's going to be if she takes after Bakugou. Maybe Midoriya can wrangle in the genetics.] Yeah, I got the damn mutt. [He loves that stinking dog. Speaking of--] I'm so fucking glad I can fucking cuss again, shit.

What are you making?

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Nooo, don't say that.

[ Midoriya goes into the solid weight of Bakugou's body easily, sinking into the pull of him just long enough to press his face into Bakugou's hair. Then, he shifts to the side so they can walk together without worrying about tripping all over each other, but still close enough to steal a kiss against his temple. ]

Apparently, your child said "shit" when she broke her crayon the other day. [ Your child, he says teasingly, grinning. ] Teacher conferences are going to be fun, thank you for that. And I don't know, hungry for anything in particular? I think we still have rice leftover from last night at the very least.

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Fuck off.

[He has the decency to, well, not look sheepish, but maybe disgruntled about letting some things slip in front of their girl. He's working on it, dang. It'll take some time. Even if it's been, like, a few years since she had been born. He just kept cussing up until she started talking, and then it was too late.

LISTEN.]

Omurice.

[His arm curves around Midoriya's neck, his hand dancing fingers under the other man's chin and jawline, affectionate.] Shit. [Yeah, she got it from him.] I hope I gave her enough damn money so she can get snacks if she gets hungry... [He gives a glance over their shoulders. The bus is long gone, but it's almost like he's considering blasting off after it to hand over some yen for vending machine stops.]

I think she's got enough...

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Kacchan, she's got plenty of money and is gonna be fine.

[ Of the two of them, he hadn't expected that Bakugou would be the fussiest, but he is and it's like every day Midoriya falls a little more in love with him for it. He's fussy too, of course, but not quite 'chase after the bus' fussy. Usually. Mostly.

Yeah, he knows what Bakugou's wondering. Firmly, a hand slides around his waist and tugs him to keep going forward, shoulders shaking with laughter. even as he's leaning into the affectionate touch. ]

She's got her lunchbox, no one will let her go without food. I think she still has leftover change from when Kota was babysitting, too.

[ She has him wrapped around her finger, shocking no one. ]

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[Grumpily, he blows out a huff of air and focuses on walking the two of them home again.] I know, I know. Dammit. [Kota isn't the only schmuck she's got wrapped around her finger.

But Kota and Bakugou are alike in some ways, so no surprise there.]

Hey--

[No, he's not sure if he wants to say it. Too soon? It's awkward, a little. He keeps walking, his head facing forward and then glancing in the opposite direction so Midoriya can't really see a lot of his face. He's trying to decide what kind of expression he's supposed to be wearing. And maybe he's shy--in this regard.]

Let's have another one. [He only pauses for a second, deciding this sounds... rushed? Pushy? A huge leap.] I mean--not fucking right now really. I meant--

Like... a boy...

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Kacchan.

[ Midoriya's voice is wobbly, swallowing against the instant prick in his eyes and way he wants to agree instantly.

They round the corner to their house, sleek and sharp with vines crawling over the fencing separating their itty bitty yard from the other. Midoriya fumbles the keys but manages and ushers him in just so he can push him against the now-closed door for some privacy. He's been considering asking the same thing, looking over their finances, their work schedules, trying to anticipate what their daughter's schedule would look like as she got older and if they had the time.

( Yaoyorozu had checked his math, and then phoned Uraraka and Todoroki in to properly tell him how dumb he was being, which was fair. )

He'd been weighing all the different ways to ask about it and then Bakugou just acts. Midoriya's hand lifts, cupping the nape of Bakugou's neck, tugging him in for a lingering kiss even as the dog bounces around their feet. ]

It's not like we don't have the room. The crib could stay in the collectibles room pretty easily and we could move some things around, especially if we update some of the furniture in th- [ Pause. ] I've considered -- this.

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[Bakugou goes dragging along after his soft, crybaby husband, already use to most of it. Years of Midoriya means if there aren’t any tears, something is wrong. He swings gently into the door, putting his hands at Midoriya’s hips and then around the middle, up the back. The kiss draws heat to his cheeks. The confession, nore.]

Dammit! You never fucking say anything, Izuku... I’m always the bitch looking like a damn idiot bringing it up!

[He doesn’t, but that isn’t the point. Gently, he sighs, drawing both hands up and down the edges of Midoriya’s face. He rests their foreheads together, giving up on being irritable because the subject is... wholesome.]

We don’t really need another brat, but... [His jaw clenches. He’s grumpy at his own inability to say what he wants.] I fucking love her, I know. Just... I think she’d like it if she... had someone, you know? We’re so fucking busy sometimes.

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I wasn't sure! I wanted to look at crime reports and statistics and - we're both busy, but-

[ Rather than a panicked, upset stream of words, Midoriya's laughing quietly, winding both arms around his shoulders to sway aimlessly, brushing his nose against Bakugou's. Kids are terrifying. One child and the potential to fuck that up was bad enough; it wasn't like working up to number one hero. ]

Unless you wanted to adopt a boy closer to her age...

[ He hadn't given much thought to the how they'd have another child; his mind was focused on the logistics for what they might want in the future. Midoriya squeezes the nape of his neck, expression soft at Bakugou pushing through his own discomfort to say it. Quieter, thumbing over Bakugou's pulse, ]

I love how much you love her, and me, and as long as you're by my side I know I can do anything.

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Yeah. [His eyes lid for a bit, relaxing in the feeling of Midoriya touching him. But then he opens his eyes again and leans his head away.] Fuck no. No... I don't got a fucking problem with adoption, but...

[Reaching up, he takes a hold of Midoriya's forearms, resting his hands there.] Yours. I want them... to fucking be yours, dumbass. [He wants a fluffy-headed, freckled face kid running around?

Yeah, maybe. Sue him.] A boy'd be fucking nice, but... I don't give a shit if it's a boy or a girl. Just as long as it belongs to Number One.

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O-oh.

[ He hadn't considered that in all his musings on what to do and how to handle things. Not that it was a negative thing, because it wasn't by any means, but he'd just sort of always assumed that the child wouldn't be his. He wouldn't love a child less no matter what, but there was a measure of safety to think about, with their position in the world and the potential of a quirkless child.

Now he's overthinking it and he knows that, better at pulling back out of his own head. A quick kiss and skim of his fingers across Bakugou's jawline and then he slides back. Breakfast, he reminds himself, stomach growling. ]

Have you talked to her about it at all? If she'd like a little brother or anything?

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Not... exactly. Look, Deku, [When he's irritable, or grumpy, or sore, or exasperated, this is the nickname.] I can't just go dropping fucking sibling bombs on her ass.

[Straggling, he shuffles after Midoriya inside and toward the kitchen, reaching out, trying to cling the tips of his fingers in Midoriya's clothes somewhere so they aren't very far apart.]

Hey, would ya fuckin' listen to me, jackass? [Stop being a busybody for two whole minutes!!] Quit buzzin' around, Izuku. [He snags Midoriya's wrist and turns the man back around to face him.] She'd get too fucking excited. She'd want one.

She asks sometimes why she doesn't look a damn thing like you, you know. [It doesn't sound like this is in a bad way by how not broken up Bakugou is about it. The curiosity of a child, simple.] She asks if you've got someone who looks like you and why they don't stay with us.

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I mean, you could ask her.

[ He's bullshitting his way through parenthood but one of the biggest things he's read is that it's important to keep the kids looped into stuff, to treat them like adults to a point. The last thing he wants is her to be resentful of another child but for all that she has Bakugou's temper and looks, she's also so terribly, terribly sweet and -

Bakugou shakes him out of it, grounding him in the way that only Bakugou can and Midoriya presses a kiss to his shoulder, sighing a thank you. ]

The most polite way I'll ever be asked if I have a secret love child. [ Pots and pans clatter as he searches for the proper one, glad to cook something since at least his hands will be busy. ] It's...not that I haven't considered it, Kacchan. I have. But I also don't want to do something that could... there are just a lot of variables. And things are calm now, but they might not always be and if we're away as often as we were when we were younger...