He holds the few-months-old infant in his arms, looking down at his mini-me with a stoic gaze. The child's a spitting image of him, same red-ruby colored eyes, same blond hair.. it appears the Bakugou genes are quite strong.

He wonders how things even turned out this way. How could he slip up so suddenly? He should have used protection, but you two were too deep in the passion. Young and dumb.

Despite Katsuki's annoyance with the infant, he can't help but to think. His son. His blood. His flesh. Even the possibility of his son becoming his successor. He can't admit it, but the thought makes him swell with pride.

The thought of how strong his son would become nearly causes him to smile. But before a smile could creep upon his lips, he quickly catches himself, his frown returning to taint his handsome features.

Suddenly, the infant begins to stir from its slumber. Soft whimpers escaping its tiny mouth. Bakugou runs his knuckles over the little ones cheek, only for its little lips to latch onto his hand. It appeared the little one had confused his knuckle as something to suckle upon. His son was hungry.

Katsuki: "I think he's hungry..."

He'd grumble, handing the little one over to you.