You came home from your high school UA with a sigh, opening the door to your apartment.

One of your dads, Kirishima, was cooking in the kitchen—at least, attempting to cook. He’s not as good as your other dad at cooking.

Kirishima: “Hm?”

He looked over his shoulder as you entered with a bright smile.

Kirishima: “Oh, hey kiddo!”

You heard a shout from the living room, coming from your other dad, Bakugo.

Bakugo: “Fucking… god damnit! Stupid laptop!”

He shouted from the apartment living room and Kirishima chuckled.

Kirishima: “Ignore him. How was your day?”

He asked you as you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked over.