Burning Caramel

Father's Day Special

Katsuki Bakugo woke to the smell of coffee. His eyes slowly peeling open as he felt the bed dip down beside him, an accompanied scent of Strawberries and citrus enveloping him. A warm smile meets his lips as he hears the cooing of his 7 week old daughter. The shock of blonde hair, filtered now with two small streaks of indigo meet his eyes as the baby with light plum colored eyes coos to her daddy. 

"Happy father's day, Katsuki. I got you coffee and breakfast while you were sleeping," Sora smiles softly to him, adjusting her grip on the small infant. Katsuki slowly sits up in bed, his heart thudding in his chest. He couldn't picture a more perfect woman if he ever tried. She was his universe, and he was proud to call her his wife and the mother of his child. "You didn't have to do that. You could have just sat in bed with me and relaxed," he brushes her hair behind her ear. 

Sora gives a small smile. "Yeah, that wouldn't have been an option. Hotaru woke up two hours ago. I didn't want her to wake you, so I fed and changed her and then we went and got breakfast," She laughs lightly, running her fingers through his somewhat soft blonde hair. Katsuki gives a small hum, not sure what to respond with to that. The smell of the food was amazingly tantalizing, causing his mouth to water a little bit, though the tsundere man would never actually admit it. 

"You know I could make something even better than this, right?" He smirks, thinking of something he wanted to eat that WASN'T the food she brought him. The baby in Sora's arms yawns before sliding her eyes shut, tired from her morning feeding and play time. "Your mother is coming to pick her up this afternoon so that we can have a free night," She tells him, smiling at his earlier comment. She knew he could cook better than most of the places around here even if she burned water and could only seem to make hotdogs and anything involving a toaster. Though the poor unlucky woman seemed to catch the toaster on fire still at least once a year. 

But Katsuki loved her anyways. Hearing that Hotaru was going to the old hag's house made him happy and sad at the same time. He loved having his daughter nearby, but she hadn't been apart from them since she had been born. His paternity leave was up three weeks ago, so he didn't get to spend time with her all day like Sora did. Despite that, he made the most of things.

A vibration from her phone had Sora pulling it out of her pocket. The moment the caller ID shows, her eyes light up and she hits the accept button. "Hey dad," She smiles, setting the phone on speaker. "Hey, I just wanted to wish the tsundere pineapple a Happy Father's day," His tired voice calls into the phone. Katsuki frowns at it, rubbing his face with his hands as he goes to reply.

The sound of screaming kids comes from the other end, making Sora almost drop the phone. Aizawa's voice sounds on the other end, the order absolute. "Eri, Shoyo, Emiko I am on the phone, can the three of you not scream like that?" Sora covers her mouth to hide her giggle. Her dad had married Emi Fukukado in their Second year and by Third year, Shoyo and Emiko were born, the fraternal twins proving to be a major handful. The seven year olds had both gained both parent's quirks, causing it to cancel someone else's quirk by making them laugh. Sora would have found it amusing had the two not been practicing it on Katsuki every time he came over. And Eri Aizawa had adopted in their first year after being saved from the Shie Hessaikai and a villain named Overhaul. 

She was now a mostly normal teenage girl, A second Year at UA high school on the path to become a hero. But even she was subjected to the horrible jokes the twins played on her. This usually upset the normally stoic Eri, whom had had enough of their crap 6 days out of 7. Aizawa sighs into the phone, puffing his hair out of his face. "Sorry, Shoyo and Emiko are being their usual selves. They should just go straight for being comedians since they think they're so funny," He sighs, scratching the back of his long unkempt black hair. 

"Sounds like you have your hands full, old man," Katsuki laughs into the phone. Aizawa makes a face at that, the sound of the twins fighting echoing behind him even through the phone. Aizawa looks up at him and smirks. "Just you wait... You want to talk about having your hands full? You'll be in my shoes soon enough. I wonder which one of your quirks Hotaru will inherit? Or maybe it will mutate and she will inherit both?" He raises an eyebrow at him. Katsuki grabs his head with his hands. "That isn't even funny. When I first got my quirk, I blew a hole in my bedroom wall and I was grounded for a week," Katsuki groans.

Sora giggles, secretly horrified at the thought as the sound of something crashing to the floor comes through the other end of the phone. "I have to go before these kids ruin my house and we all have to live in a cardboard box. later," He groans, about to turn the phone off. Then he pauses and looks Katsuki in the eye through the camera. "And happy father's day, Katsuki. You really did turn out to be a good man. I am proud of you and how you treat my daughter," He tells him before hanging up the phone. 

Katsuki takes this in, feeling slightly nostalgic. He knew that those were rare words of praise from his past teacher and father in law. But Aizawa had meant every word of them. With a secret smile, he turns to Sora and pecks her on the lips. "Let's go eat our breakfast, yeah?" He hums, taking the baby from her to go lay her in her bassinet. The little girl looked all snug, tucked in with a fluffy lilac and sunset orange blanket. 

Crossing back over to Sora, Katsuki takes her hands in his own, leading her to the kitchen where he knew the heavenly smell was coming from. "This is really nice. How much do you want?" He asks softly, taking plates out of the cabinet. Sora laughs. "Only a little bit. I had a bite of toast earlier," She smiles as he comes back over with a plate and a cup of coffee for her. Eating their breakfast in silence, the man studies his beautiful wife from the side, feeling nostalgic. The way he felt for her now was ten times stronger than what he felt for her when they got together, and though the road was bumpy, it had been worth it. 

A blue bag sat in the middle of the table, catching Katsuki's attention. "You got me a gift too?" He asks curiously, looking the item over. Sora blushes as she passes the gift bag over, Katsuki pulling out a small box with it. "Actually, I made it. Sort of. Go on, open it," She tells him, her eyes lighting up slightly. He looks up, his vermilion eyes meeting hers in curiosity. "Alright," His voice sounds as he lifts the lid and pulls something out of the wrapping paper inside. The object falls out of his hands, his eyes shooting up to meet hers. "R-Really?" He asks shakily. 

Sora gives a small nod, feeling slightly anxious as the man shoots up out of his seat like a rocket. "When?" He breathes excitedly, kneeling before her as he places his hand on her belly. "I found out about a week ago at my check up. I did tell you we were supposed to wait but... Oops," She giggles slightly. Her giggles are cut off by him sealing his lips with hers, gently kneading his hands into her hair. "You made me the happiest man alive, Sora. I can't picture my life without you," He breathes, pressing small kisses from her mouth to her shoulder. In reality, right now he was on cloud nine, the world's happiest man. Nothing could be better than this. Not a thing. So what if it was too soon and his children would be ten months apart in age?

"How far along are you?" He whispers in her ear, his warm hand holding onto her belly. "About three weeks? Maybe four. I'll know on my next visit," She tells him. In reality, she knew she probably would not be going back to hero work until her children were in grade school, but these moments were totally worth it. Her lilac eyes flicker up to meet his, her heart thundering in her chest. "Happy Father's day, Katsuki. I love you," She whispers, pressing her lips to his. And what a father's day it was. The best one he thought he would ever have.