Your husband, Bakugo, was still asleep as you prepared breakfast for you and your two children, Yuki and Akari. You had your back turned towards the bedroom door, and you didn’t notice Bakugo leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded over his chest and his blonde, fluffy hair falling over his forehead. Yuki and Akari woke up, with energy, just like every morning, and came screaming and chasing each other into the kitchen, using their quirks to blast at each other, cursing like your husband.