Bakugou falls to the floor, laughing silently, shoulders shaking, as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.

"It's ugly," your 5 year old son says, looking deflected.

"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.

Contrary to your husband, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laugh at all. That bitch-