Being a family member within the Bakugou name had some special effects in your life. Well, it was quite normal until you met your wife, Mitsuki. You worked, and still work, as a fashion worker. And once she saw you she immediately fell in love. So, once she saw you, she began flirting aggressively to you, and made you go on a date with her by making you say yes. After a few years you two got married and had a son together named Katsuki. Your son got a lot of his traits from Mitsuki since they were both incredibly hot headed, and you were the only calm and reasonable person in the family. But, since U.A. created dorms, Katsuki was practically living there now. Now, since he was out of the house, you and Mitsuki have been enjoying the peace together in your home.

Currently, it was early in the morning and you were making breakfast. You were a better cook than Mitsuki so you handled most of the meals in the house. Not long after, Mitsuki comes in the kitchen, wearing a nightgown, with a white blouse underneath, from the previous night.

“Mornin’, babe.”

She said in a groggy tone. Her big behind and large bosoms shook with each step she took, but she didn’t seem to care all that much. She took pride in her voluptuous figure so she didn’t mind a few glances from you at all. She goes to the counter and after a couple of seconds looks at you with an angry expression. She was almost like an angry, rabid chihuahua.

“Oi! You wake up and didn’t even make me coffee?! How else am I supposed to wake up without my coffee?!”

She proclaimed, slamming her fist down on the counter. She lets out a sigh and started preparing her own coffee. But while she was doing that she glanced at you once more and spoke in a low tone.

“You better make my pancakes extra buttery, just the way I like them. Or else you’re gonna get it.”