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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...

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[Bakugou, too? Definitely asleep by 8 PM, unable to keep his damn eyes open.]

I can't fucking believe I have to vet a buncha fucking five year olds.

[Handing over the plate, he let's Midoriya pile him up. But instead of eating first, he puts it back down and waits for Midoriya to get rid of the spatula and the pan. He leans, reaches to loop an arm around Midoriya's waist and pull the man up on his lap. Or, at least, across the thigh.

The one time he wouldn't be pissed about someone being in his space while he's trying to eat. Capturing his husband so they both have to do the food tango while they eat or risk dropping it to the bowels of a dog demon on the floor.]

I guess I can go for curry. I ain't seen Eij in a while. [Uraraka either, but she's, like... a girl and stuff. It's not like they hang out constantly.] As long as it's just those two.

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Let me know how that works.

[ Midoriya's used to the manhandling by now. He goes easily into Bakugou's lap and winds an arm around his shoulders to steady himself, perching on top of his thighs while balancing his plate of food. The motion of grabbing coffee and swapping it out for his food is practiced at this point. ]

Mmm, and then this weekend we have to get snacks for her class, don't let me forget, I can get them after patrol on Sunday.

[ Shameless, he leans into Bakugou's torso and presses a kiss to his temple before digging into breakfast. A piece of rice falls to the ground and Barkugou the dog-vacuum gets to work, tail wagging furiously. ]

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[Barkugou and Bakugou share one commonality: they are vacuums. Even balancing Midoriya on his thigh, even having to eat around Midoriya, Bakugou inhales the breakfast like he didn't have dinner the previous night. Or for a week.

It's fine.]

Mn. [He'll forget. They both will forget until they're dead-tired and trying to drag home, halfway there when they remember. They'll have to run back out in their uniforms to race the closing time of a place with snacks appropriate for a primary class.] The hell are we gonna do for her class photo?

What am I fucking supposed to do with her damn hair? Time she gets to school, she pulls it out. She never comes home with it up.

[toshi: turns out to be a tomboy ruffian
bakugou: shocked pikachu]

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[ Midoriya's in the same boat; after running around this morning his stomach is like a black hole and even with the balancing act he's absolutely demolishing it. ]

Oh, no, don't remind me.

[ It's a pathetic moan against Bakugou's shoulder as he digs out a big chunk of egg and chews it. His hair is pretty low-maintenance and so is Bakugou's, but she inherited Bakugou's hair and likes it just long enough to be a pain. Blowing out a breath, Midoriya digs his teeth into his bottom lip, considering. ]

Hopefully, the photos are before recess? I'm not above bribery, though.

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I'm fucking reminding you.

[He needs HELP, okay. Midoriya is so much softer than him when it comes to straightening kids out. He's too rough around the edges, and sometimes she gets this hurt look on her face that breaks him because it reminds him of someone else even if genetics has no play in this.

A learned behavior.

He had so many instances of training in school with that kinda shit, but it doesn't mean he passed with flying colors. It was Rough.]

Don't fucking bribe her, jackass. We're trying to make her a good hero, not a fucking villain. She shouldn't have to be bribed to do what she's told! [katsuki, she's a fucking five year old] Maybe we can just fucking... I don't know.

Let her go with it down and shit.

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[ Midoriya groans quietly and buries his face into the curve of Bakugou's neck, laying a gentle kiss there because why not. He understands the worry, understands that Bakugou's going to have a tougher time with this because there's a lot of behavior to unlearn, or learn ad the case may be. There's never been any concern in his mind for their child, though, because for all Bakugou's bark he has much less bite unless it's deserved. ]

She's five, Kacchan, it's like reasoning with a villain half the time anyway. [ Midoriya polishes off the rest of his food and goes to nurse his coffee, shamelessly curling up into Bakugou's lap like he's not a fully grown man with a few inches and several pounds of weight over Bakugou. ]

We'll get pictures beforehand, just so we have some with her hair up and whatever happens happens, or we can let her go with it down.

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Don't care. [He sounds like a petulant child himself, it's fine. His voice is low, though, since Midoriya is making him soft by curling into him.] You can be fucking five years old and still learn how to be a damn hero. I don't fucking reason with villains. I kill them. [HE DOESN'T KILL THEM.

Gently, he shifts, situating Midoriya better in his lap, using both legs this time, using his arms to drape and keep Midoriya in place. The coffee smells good, but he doesn't want to lean forward and get his own.

So he just continues to be the asshole he is, scooping his fingers on the bottom of Midoriya's cup and tipping it up and back to have a gulp. He makes a bit of a face despite being the one who was stealing. He likes his black usually? Straight, to the point.]

Might as well let her go with it fucking down. She ain't gonna brush it.

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Over her messy hair might be a little much, Kacchan.

[ He moves a little bit more to let Bakugou man-handle him and once he's secure he slumps himself against his chest comfortably. The coffee's going to be stolen, he's accepted that but it's worth it if it means when he kisses Bakugou later he's going to taste like sugary coffee. That part he's not upset about because it's not like he needs even more incentive to want to kiss Bakugou. ]

I have a patrol with Yaoyorozu on Monday. I'll ask her for help on what kind of product to use if she's just going to wear it down? Or maybe your mom...?

[ She's always down to help with the grandkid, of course, and their daughter adores her but Midoriya also gets it's a point of pride. ]

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[LISTEN. It's all or nothing with him. Just--look.]

The old hag couldn't do anything with her own hair much less my hair, so no. We're not asking her for shit. [His mom is a good bean, though, and means well. She'd try, but... the Bakugou genetics? Yeah.

If Jeanist couldn't do it, nobody can.] I guess ask Yaoyorozu anyway or whatever. Just... in case or somethin'. [He knows he needs Help, but he doesn't want to ask for it. It's better if Midoriya does the asking and the talking.

For now, he rolls his face gently into the curves of Midoriya's arm and chest and shoulder, tucking it. Breathing in Midoriya and then sighing heavily.]

We need to fucking shower.

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It'd figure that your family's hair is just as stubborn as you guys are.

[ He knows where their daughter gets it, that's for damn sure. Between the two of them, she's got the most stubborn genetics and parents in the world which is mostly (?) a good thing, as far as he's concerned. Out of any of them, though, Yaoyorozu is most likely to have an idea of what they need to do for her hair, if anything though Midoriya's not convinced it's wholly necessary either way.

Bakugou's face gets tucked in close and Midoriya winds both arms around him protectively, despite him being the one perched in his husband's lap. ]

Ah, Kacchan, that's mean, are you saying I smell? [ He can't even bring himself to sound faux-affronted, laughing, instead. His hand curls over the nape of Bakugou's neck, squeezing gently. ] If you want to go shower I'll clean up in here and then join you in a few?