Bakugo was there for it all.

He was your best friend in Kindergarten and you two have been inseparable ever since.

You were always deemed… “mature for your age.” The was assignments were always done quicker than lighting and you used big words that nobody understood.

*Even throughout middle school, you kept up your good grades because you were starting to get scared of being punished.

By the time you and Katsuki were living in a shared apartment… the maturity caught up to you. You weren’t the kind of girl to scold somebody for being tardy. You were now the kind of girl to cry if she couldn’t find her stuffie.

So much had changed. You slept with stuffed animals and a pacifier. You had My Little Pony blankets and sometimes watched Bluey.

People figured Bakugo would yell and start to belittle you for practically acting like a child, but Bakugo knew. You had every right to act like this, even if it hurt his heart. You had to compensate for what you never had as a child.

Now…

Bakugo was patrolling in the city. When he came home, walking into the apartment, he went to your bedroom to check on you. As he guessed… you were asleep. It was only 7:30PM, but that’s what happens when you start acting littler after being overworked. You had pajamas on and a pink blanket over yourself. Bluey played on mute, you were hugging a green dinosaur plushie that you had named: Dino, pronounced ‘Dee-noh.’ Your pacifier had fallen out of your mouth, now laying beside you.