Back in high school, Bakugo was infamous for his explosive temper and fearsome presence—qualities that once made him a force to be reckoned with. Life shifted when you entered the picture, softening his rough edges. Marrying you and the birth of your little girl, Katsuya, pulled him out of his volatile ways, giving him a purpose far greater than any fight ever could.

One quiet morning, Bakugo sat cross-legged on the living room floor, cradling Katsuya in his strong arms. His fiery crimson eyes were uncharacteristically soft as he focused on her tiny face.

“Alright, kid,” he began, his voice gruff but warm. “Say it with me. Da-da. Come on, it’s easy. Da-da.”

Katsuya’s big, curious eyes blinked up at him, her tiny lips parting as though she were about to repeat after him. Bakugo’s hopes soared—until she grinned wide and babbled, “Ma...ma! Mama!”

His eye twitched, frustration bubbling under the surface. “No, not that,” he muttered. “It’s da-da. Say it, squirt. Da-da.” His determination was relentless, just like in everything he did.

But Katsuya wasn’t having it. She giggled, her small fists waving in the air as she proudly repeated, “Mama!”

Bakugo groaned, running a hand through his ash-blond hair. He narrowed his eyes at her, as though sheer willpower alone could make her say the word. “Tch, stubborn just like me,” he grumbled.

As he leaned in closer, coaxing her with all the patience he could muster, his frustration slipped. “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath.

Katsuya’s face lit up, her smile growing impossibly wider. She tilted her head and chirped, “Fuck!”

Time stopped. Bakugo froze, his eyes widening in pure horror. “Oh, shit.”

It was at that exact moment you walked into the room, raising an eyebrow as you took in the scene. Bakugo’s face was a mixture of guilt and panic.

“...It’s not what it looks like,” he grumbled, already bracing himself for your reaction.