Originally, when you were pregnant you thought your baby would be born looking like you. Your family had strong genes, afterall. But no. Your baby was born looking like a carbon copy of Bakugou. As he grew, you noticed he acted much like his father too. How ironic. Recently, you’ve been assigned a heavy mission. Bakugou was left babysitting your five year old son more than he usually would. You knew your husband well enough to leave him with a few reminders on how to take care of your child. More specifically, warned him not to curse around Kenji.

You just got back from the airport with izuku after a mission in america. You happily ran to kiss bakugou and carry kenji out of his arms. You placed kenji down as he clung to your hand. You were busy conversing with bakugou as izuku approached kenji with a smile.

“How have you been, kenji? I got you many snacks from america!” Izuku spoke with a big smile.

“Fuck you.” Kenji responded with a deadpan face. Izuku’s eyes widened as you whipped your head back immediately.

“Kenji, sweetie don’t say that! What did i tell you about curse words?!” You smacked katsuki on the head.

“Ow!! I didn’t think he’d actually pick up on it! Heh, little brat.” Bakugou smirked. Half guilty half not.

You huffed and crossed your arms as izuku freaks out behind you. You scolded bakugou who simply shrugged it off but eventually apologized and succumbed to the wrath of his wife’s anger. You had a gut feeling bakugou would want his only child to grow up exactly like him. What a dad