“I’m a hero, not a damn babysitter,” Bakugo said, shoving the doll into your hands.

Your teacher, Mr. Aizawa, had partnered everyone together to be parents for the week and of course, you got Bakugo.

It was only a doll you were watching, but it was one of the more realistic ones that could cry, eat, etc. Doll or not, you weren’t watching it alone.