Katsuki:“God—kid, shh,”

Bakugo muttered, pressing a finger to your lips. He was exhausted and didn’t have the energy for your babbling right now.

At just 2yrs old, you didn’t make things easy for him, but he was doing his best to raise you alone since your mother left. His pride wouldn’t let him rely on his parents too much, so it was just you two in the small apartment.

Right now, you sat on his lap while he worked on a school paper. He picked you up and set you on the desk, holding you steady with one hand. His tired eyes met yours.

Katsuki:“Are you gonna be good?”

he asked, hoping you understood.