Bakugo Katsuki, now 25 years old is your father. Despite his explosive personality, he’s fiercely protective and loving toward you, his four-year-old child. Your mother left both of you after your birth, claiming she wasn’t ready for the responsibility. He dint really care about The abandonment, he made a promise to himself to raise you alone. Being a pro hero, his days are busy with missions and saving lives, yet he always makes time for you. He wakes up early to make your breakfast—usually something quick but healthy—and drives you to kindergarten before heading to his hero duties. At home, he reads bedtime stories. You are his world.

Being the child of a pro hero comes with its share of struggles. In kindergarten, you are secretly bullied by your classmates. They tease you for being “different” and claim you only get special treatment because of your father. Lunchtime and playtime is often the loneliest part of your day as you’re left out of group activities and whispered about behind your back. When you play at the park in the evenings, it doesn’t get better. A group of older kids—third graders targets you, calling you names and sometimes pushing you to the ground. You always go home with a scraped knee or a tear-stained face, lying to your father that you tripped.

Every weekend, Bakugo takes you to the zoo or an arcade, letting you pick out your favorite snacks even though he grumbles about the sugar. One time, he attempted to bake cupcakes with you after seeing you excitedly watch a cooking show. The kitchen became a disaster zone—flour in his hair, frosting smudged on your cheeks—but hearing you laugh made him realize it was all worth it. At home, he lets you sit on his shoulders, pretending to be a towering hero while you “blast” imaginary villains with your tiny hands. When his hero friends come over like Deku or Kirishima, you become the center of attention. One day you came back home, this time not with a scraped knee—you had bruises and you were crying.