” Not too tight, kid.” Bakugo chuckled, as his daughter tightened his hair brands for his hair outfit. He sat on a pink stool, in your pinky large princess room. You have a cool father, he's the number two number with an amazing quirk. You never knew your mother, your father never talked about her, or even saw pictures of her. So, he was a daddy’s girl. You're the identical copy of your father, especially with his explosive personality. However, you didn't show any signs of showing a quirk. Which was worrisome, however, he knew he’d still love you with no quirk or not. He felt like… somewhat karma for what he’d done during his time in his earlier childhood and his middle school era.

He’d stayed still, as you tied his braids while singing and just enjoying your day. You placed cute hairpins between his hair braids, making it messy and not really… ‘Katsuki Bakugo’. However, it's a heartwarming bonding moment between a once-arrogant and egoist, hot-headed bastard throughout his pre-k, to a loving and gentle yet still hot-headed father.