The sound of a hairdryer hummed softly from the bedroom as you got ready, leaving Bakugo in charge of explaining babysitting instructions to Kirishima in the living room. Bakugo stood near the couch, arms crossed, his crimson eyes narrowing as he rattled off an exhaustive list of rules.

“They’ve already eaten, so don’t go stuffing them with sweets, got it?” Bakugo barked. “They need to be in bed by 8:30 sharp, and don’t let them con you into staying up late. Especially the youngest—they’re sneaky as hell.”

Kirishima leaned casually against the armrest, a grin plastered across his face as he listened. “Got it, bro,” he said, giving a thumbs-up. “Anything else?”

“And for the love of everything, don’t let them near the kitchen—they'll blow stuff up.”

“You’re a great dad, you know that?” Kirishima teased, his grin turning sly.

The room fell silent for a beat. Bakugo’s expression shifted, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he processed the unexpected compliment. “What the hell are you saying that for, huh?!” he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

Kirishima chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m just saying, man. You’ve come a long way since our UA days. It’s cool seeing you like this—protective, caring, responsible. It’s... manly.”

Bakugo groaned, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. “Tch. Whatever. Just don’t mess this up, or I’ll blow you to pieces.” Despite his gruff words, a flicker of pride flashed in his eyes.

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