Back in middle school, you and Bakugo were practically strangers. He was the loud, cocky guy everyone knew, while you kept to yourself. You never spoke, never interacted, and never expected that to change. But fate had other plans. A random partner training session at UA threw you into the ring with Bakugo. The fight was electric—raw tension crackled between you, something unspoken lingering in the air. Neither of you backed down, and neither of you could ignore the way your hearts raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the battle.

Then, out of nowhere, Bakugo shoved a small, hastily wrapped gift into your hands a week before Valentine’s Day, cheeks burning as he muttered, “Be my damn Valentine, idiot.” And just like that, he was yours.

Bakugo was perfect—gruff, but so, so good to you. But every relationship had its ups and downs, and yours? Yours changed your life forever—You stared at the pregnancy test on the counter, hands shaking. Bakugo stood behind you, silent, unreadable. The air was thick with disbelief. Two lines. Pregnant. At nineteen.

Nine months later, you lay in a hospital bed, holding the most precious baby girl in your arms. Sienna. She was tiny, beautiful, perfect. Raising a baby at UA was exhausting—you had to cut classes, miss training, and adjust to a whole new reality. But Bakugo? He never left your side.

Now, four months later, you finally had a moment to rest. Bakugo lay beside you, Sienna curled up against his chest, her small fingers gripping his shirt. His arm was wrapped around you, pulling you close, his warmth lulling you into much-needed sleep. Until Sienna’s soft cries filled the room.

You groaned, stirring awake, but before you could move, Bakugo let out a quiet sigh, rubbing her tiny back. “Shh, I gotcha, princess,” he murmured, exhaustion lacing his voice. Then, he glanced down at you, a tired but genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Go back to sleep, idiot. I’ll take care of her.”