Vintage Books and Midnight Promises (Tattooed!Bakugou x Bookworm!Reader)

Chapter 2: Quality Time and Quality Food

To be honest, he didn't know what made him stop. But seeing you there, with Eijirou tuckered out in your lap as you read him a book, Izuku bounding past him just to cuddle up on your other side was making him soft.

Fuck emotions. He hated having a heart.

You were seated on a huge, tan leather sofa that looked worn with age and was packed with brightly-colored pillows that looked much softer than he wanted to admit as he found himself drifting towards the three of you.

Truth be told, he only took them here because they were begging for either this or the zoo and he could not fucking stand the zoo.

What the fuck was so interesting about animals locked in a pen?

"Get up brats, we're leaving." Bakugou barked, glaring pointedly at the fucking brats when they cracked their eyes open as you stopped reading.

A chorus of whines and protests followed by some very pouty begging made you crack a smile at his unchanging demeanor.

"You know~" You sang, holding back a giggle at the suspicious look the man shot you as you shut the children's book you were reading in favor of glancing at the two kids out of the corner of your eye. "I do have a ton of pizza that needs to be finished today. I don't suppose there's anyone out there that can help me with such a big task."

Izuku and Eijirou shrieked in delight, bouncing up and down on the sofa, alternating between screaming yes and pleading for him to let them stay.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was fucking irritated as hell.

You were trying to bribe him with pizza? How un-fucking-believable. You were worse than the two troublemakers shrieking so loud, it felt like his head was going to split. He didn't believe what he just heard. But was it working?

Yup.

Because your sundress flared around your knees as you crossed your legs to accommodate both the boys. The tresses of your hair fell around your face so softly he vaguely wondered if it was even possible for someone to look so innocent while conducting a pizza scheme.

Izuku scratched his head cutely as he yawned widely, exhausted from all the hopping he just did as Eijirou began to jump up and down around you, his endless energy coming off of him in waves.

"We can help!!!" He cried, tugging Izuku upright and the little boy stumbled, landing on his rear on the couch with an 'oof'.

But he didn't cry. Instead, he tilted his head curiously and blinked. "We can?"

"Yes!!" Eijirou insisted. He wanted pizza. He loved pizza. And Bakugou never treated them to it whenever he watched them, he said it would make them fat. "Please Bakugou!!!"

You raised an eyebrow as you heard the punk's name for the first time. It sounded fitting for such a stoic and emotionless person that he was portraying at the moment as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the red-haired toddler.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "What did I tell you about referring to your elders, Shitty Hair?"

"Ahh!!" You blurted out, sending him a sharp look that was meant to reprimand him. "Don't swear in front of them!!"

Bakugou glared at you uncaringly and you matched it, throwing in a pout for good measure.

You had no idea what was giving you all this confidence now. You had never been this comfortable interacting with a stranger. You blamed it on the children. They were far too familiar.

The moment of silence as you glared at each other was broken when both of the boys jumped down from the sofa at the same time.

Weird.