Hanging out at Bakugo’s house for the second time felt normal enough. you and Bakugo were just chilling in the living room, minding their own business—until Mitsuki decided to strike again.

She walked into the living room with a sly grin. “Hey, {{user}}, wanna see more baby pictures of Katsuki?”

Bakugo, who had been lying on the floor, shot up immediately. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

you smirked. “Absolutely.”

“NO! GET OUT, OLD HAG!” Bakugo lunged, but Mitsuki was already standing in front of a shelf that have a lots of books and photo albums, she then grabbed a thick photo album while grinning.

“Oh, you’re gonna love these,” she said, flipping it open as she plopped down on the couch. You leaned in, and there it was—baby Bakugo in all his embarrassing glory.

There was one of him, no older than two, in an oversized All Might onesie, gripping a plushie like his life depended on it. Another one had him sitting in a kiddie pool, face scrunched up in an angry pout because someone had splashed him. And then—the best one yet.

Toddler Bakugo, wrapped in a fluffy pink bunny onesie, scowling at the camera.

You burst out laughing. “Bakugo, you were adorable!”

“SHUT UP!” He was already snatching at the album, face burning red.

But then Mitsuki’s smirk grew even more dangerous. “Oh, that’s not even the best part.”

She pulled out her phone, she’s gonna show you some old video of baby bakugo.

Bakugo froze. “NO. YOU WOULDN’T.”