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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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dynamight

[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...

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Stop worryin' so fucking much. You're already going gray. [Not that he can talk. He probably worries just as much if not more, he's just... well.] I'm fuckin' Number Two, and you're fucking Number One! If you think I won't destroy any bastard who tries to fuck with us--

[He knows Midoriya knows he's serious.]

We don't gotta plan anything right now. I fucking said that already. But you can't wait forever if you wanna do it. [Reaching out, he grabs Midoriya's wrist again before the pan can be settled on the stove.] Are you even listening to me? I can hear you fucking muttering to yourself. [His hand loosens anyway, letting Midoriya continue.]

What are you waiting on? We're not getting any fucking younger. There's no right time. There won't ever be a right fucking time.

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Talking is arguably the least stressful part of having children, Kacchan.

[ Midoriya stills entirely the second time after he's released. He knows it's a terrible habit he never grew out of and Bakugou's trying to have a conversation with him about this. Rather than turn the stove on he leans back against the counter and twines his fingers with Bakugou's again, looking at him from the other side of the island. ]

I know. [ His fingers squeeze at Bakugou's lightly, teeth digging into his bottom lip. They're supposed to push for what they want. He's fought his way through so much to get here, they've all fought to get here, to have the kind of lives they wanted. It's the least he can do to live the one he wants to. To be half as brave as Bakugou.

Using the hand-hold like a reel he tugs himself in and thunks his head against Bakugou's shoulder gently, the warm weight of him leaning in just a touch. It's still early and their coffee is where he left it. His voice softens, warms with affection. ]

I feel greedy. I already have everything I could want and I can have more?

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[When Midoriya dives in, he lifts his arms to wrap them around the other man's shoulders. His fingers thread up through the back of the curly green hair, grip tight, but not painful.

For a moment, he sort of nuzzles his face carefully in the warm curve of Midoriya's neck, and then he rests the side of their heads together.] Don't do it just to please someone else, especially me, jackass. Do what you want.

If you don't want any more, it's fine. I ain't gonna be some fuck who pressures you. As if I'd tarnish my record or whatever. [He just--!! Wants Midoriya to be happy! To be the actual father, and he knows, he knows blood doesn't make a father--look at Todoroki--but he remembers what it felt like... Seeing the first glimpse of the dandelion white hair and red eyes. Knowing it's something he created all on his own.

Like being proud of a quirk, being proud of being a hero.] Can't take the mutt out when you're hangin' all over me being shitty and sentimental.

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I know that.

[ Midoriya's voice isn't fierce but firm, a hand sliding up Bakugou's back. He knows, he knows that Bakugou wants what's best and it's not like they have to have another child. It's just weird to have something that he wants so easily accessible, rather than having to fight years and years for it.

Bakugou's right, though. Midoriya tugs him down for a kiss, soft and lingering and then pushes him away gently. ]

I want... I want another one. I hadn't considered them being mine, but... I like that, too. [ Gently, he rests a hand against Bakugou's chest, over his heart. ] Dog, breakfast, shower, and then we can talk about it a little more on the couch?

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[His forehead brushes Midoriya's own when he leans down to accept and return the kiss, surprisingly chaste. His eyes sit like almond slits, but they're soft, and he reaches up to curl his big hand over Midoriya's own.]

Fine: mutt, food, shower. Deku--

[His fingers curl against Midoriya's hand, letting it fall away, but not letting it go.] There ain't no rule that says Number One can't have a fucking kid of their own. You got shit for brains? Don't ever forget that. [Bakugou wouldn't let him.

He lets Midoriya's hand go reluctantly, their fingers crossed until the very last when he is forced to part.]

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[ History isn't a rule.

History doesn't have to be what he follows; he's already made so many different choices and ended up here. Bakugou's right. Midoriya nods firmly, the warm drag of fingertips achingly comforting and then turns back to the kitchen to start making food. For a while, he loses himself in it, the white noise of cooking with the backdrop of Barkugou shouting at them.

By the time Bakguou's back in, Midoriya's scrolling through his phone but on the kitchen island is a stack of papers in a folder. Inside, is the research he's done. Projected housing costs and pricing in their area, how much they could sell for (projected out ten years) along with housing prices and projections for if they'd have to move to a different place, with more room. There are crime statistics in one sleeve, schedules in another. A lot of it wasn't necessarily for kids but simply looking into this for his will being updated, along with normal work things, but it is relevant, so.

Midoriya at least has the sense to look sheepish when he gestures to it, cheeks pink as he passes a freshly topped off mug of hot coffee. ]

Breakfast soon. There's fresh coffee, too.

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[The dog is rambunctious. She barks at him to hurry up, and when he grumbles and shuffles out of the door, she barks and hops along by his feet in excitement. But then she's content, and they're gone for a short while, maybe five, maybe ten minutes, and he's coming back.

The dog beats him inside, of course, cause he has to put everything back, exchange his shoes for slippers. She bounds proudly up to Midoriya before starfishing out on the cool floor of the kitchen, tongue dangling.]

The hell is this shit? [He squints at the folder, taking the coffee, but then recognition blooms on his face.] Oh. [All of Midoriya's stats.] For fuck's sake. You worry about everything, jackass. [But he wouldn't have Midoriya any other way.

His breath smells like syrupy coffee when he leans in to brush his lips across a freckled cheek, and then he takes up residence beside Midoriya at the island. He nurses the mug in his hands.]

Smells good.

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Poor baby, you ran him ragged, huh.

[ He's absolutely crooning it at the dog, gently rubbing her belly with his slipper as he uses a spatula to test the eggs and see how cooked they are. The kiss gets a pleased hum, Midoriya ducking his head with a huge smile despite himself. Insulting and praising in the same instant, but both make him smile now, which his younger self would have a bit of a time believing.

The spatula pokes at the eggs again but the tops are still too runny, so he sets about transferring the rice onto two bowls from its pan. He's cannibalized last night's carrots and chicken into the rice, and offers one bowl over to Bakugou just in case he's hungry and doesn't want to wait for the egg just yet. ]

Ah... Uraraka reminded me! We'll have the house to ourselves Friday. There's the sleepover at Yaomomo's the kids are going to. She and Kirishima wanted to know if you wanted to get a group dinner after we drop Toshi off.

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[Putting the coffee down, he takes the bowl, but he does little more than have one taste of it. He'll wait for the eggs unless they end up taking a million years.

The rest he kind of pushes around and builds back up to pass the time. Hanging out with others isn't a super prefered pastime, but he likes Uraraka alright, and Kirishima hasn't seen him in half a week probably. They chat and shitpost through text.]

I guess. What shithole are we supposed to be going to? [A pause.] Oi. What the fuck kind of guard dog are you, lazy shit? [He stretches his foot, gently prodding and rolling the dog who is only trying to rest.] Tch. Useless. [He sounds so totally endeared. Him love one doggo.]

So what's this sleepover gonna be like? Who's gonna be there? What kids?

Edited (wait i forgot to type his overprotective dad mode like i wanted) Date: 2019-02-26 08:42 pm (UTC)

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[ Midoriya gets it; hanging out isn't exactly Bakugou's preferred method of interacting with their friends and certainly not in the hugest groups which is why Midoriya gives him an out, because he's just as fine sitting on the couch watching bad action movies until they fall asleep at eight. ]

There's a curry place open til late they wanted to try.

[ THEIR POOR CREATURE. Midoriya laughs rather than defending the dog, who gives them both the most long-suffering look possible. ]

Shhh, we already have a guard dog and he's very handsome. [ it's you buddy ] Some of the other kids from her class, along with Iida's and Mirio's.

[ Another poke at the eggs and then he makes a grabby hand gesture at Bakugou. ]

It's ready, lemme see - [ He plops it neatly down onto Bakugou's plate after cutting it in half to put some on his too, though his is significantly less neat. ] Not quite breakfast in bed, but...