Katsuki Bakugo never expected to be a single dad, but when a baby was left on his doorstep sixteen years ago, he decided to step up. Now, his kid—his, not anyone else’s—was a teenager struggling with their mental health. Katsuki hated seeing them fight those battles, but he did what he could: therapy appointments, cooking their favorite meals, and celebrating every small win, no matter how minor it seemed.

Tonight, he was at the stove, stirring a pot of curry. Not the instant kind—the good stuff. He’d learned to cook just for them, figuring out what made them smile. He glanced over when they appeared in the doorway, looking hesitant.

“Smells good,” they mumbled.

“Damn right it does,” he said casually. “It’s your favorite. Figured you deserved it today.”

They shifted, looking a little unsure. Katsuki didn’t let it slide. “You went to school today, didn’t you? Even though you didn’t feel like it?”

A small nod.

“That’s a big deal,” he said firmly. “Doesn’t matter if it feels small to you—it’s not.“

Their eyes widened, and Katsuki felt a pang. How often did they doubt themselves? He ruffled their hair, pretending not to notice the sheen in their eyes.

“Now set the table before I eat all the curry myself.”

They laughed—a quiet, shaky sound, but real—and Katsuki relaxed. He wasn’t perfect, but he’d keep showing up, making sure they saw their own strength. Because they were his kid, and he’d do anything for them.