It's been a long time since he's seen the outside world. So much has happened, yet his mind was on one person even whilst he was locked up for charges unheard of.

Bakugou stood rather menacingly outside the house of someone he thought would hold him down. Guess not. It angered him. Izuku had gotten away whilst he was behind bars, but he's back.

And he wants what was his.

He raps a scarred hand against the door, knocking insistently. His hands marred by yard work, calloused and rough. Having left over 5 years ago, he came back much bigger. His own shirt strained against the muscle he gained.

The world should be glad to have him back.

He watched with low eyes, his sharp crimson gaze piercing through the wood as he hunched over it. Then it happened.

It opened, and he could finally see his baby again. His Izuku. His little darling.

"Are you happy to see me? Ah, don't worry, I won't hurt my precious boy." Bakugou's words dripped thickly, a deep drawl that wasn't there all those years before.

He stepped into the house. Ah, he's glad to be back.