bnha scenarios

todoroki shoto | ⛈⚠

prompt: betrayal leads to broken hearts. [2/3]
category: angst + trigger warning
trigger warning: gore
character: king of daddy issues
word count: 1697
requested by: SukunasLilWhore

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"YOU PROMISE YOU'LL BE BACK SOON?"

Todoroki's eyes darted towards his wife. His heterochromatic orbs were soft and filled with warmth as he looked down at his partner, watching as he held their son. Haruo was a spitting image of his mother aside from his teal eyes and was pretty too curious for his own good type of child.

He was fairly tiring to look after and although Shoto had always encouraged Y/n to seek help from Fuyumi while he was gone, she was still in her protective mother stage and it was practically a death wish for anyone but her or her husband to handle their tiny child. Plus, Haruo wasn't exactly the fondest of strangers.

He loved exploring things, but that doesn't mean he'd be completely cheery when a random maid would nab him to change his diaper or something. "I will be, don't worry." Haruo babbled louder at the sound of his father's voice, turning his head to look at him. Saliva covered his lips as he chewed on one of Y/n's hairclips.

"Isn't that one of your favorite?"

Todoroki chuckled softly, gesturing for one of the maids to bring a sanitized pacifier. He quickly switched the clip from his baby, forcing Haruo to slobber on a pacifier instead. The baby surprisingly didn't mind, letting out a small whine before settling for the item anyway. He reassured his wife once more, kissing Haruo's damp cheek before leaving.

The door locked behind him as he made his way to the car, sighing as Bakugo's complaint started as soon as he entered the vehicle. "YOU TAKE FOR FUCKING EVER!" He grumbled, Kirishima in the passenger's seat beside him. Kirishima raised his brow, smiling apologetically at Shoto before gesturing for Bakugo to start driving.

"Sorry I have a wife and a kid. You don't have to push your insecurity of not getting some onto me," Todoroki raised a brow cockily. Bakugo hit the brake harshly, Ojiro trying to muffle his own chuckles from behind his hand. Kirishima could feel the intensity in the car, slightly shrinking in his seat as his vermillion eyes darted to the blond and then the dual-haired male behind them.

Bakugo didn't have to say a word, fingers tense against the wheel as Shoto cleared his throat, gathering his composure. "Apologies, Haruo's been fussy when it comes to sleeping lately, so I've been a bit more irritated." The blond started driving again, coming to a rolling stop in front of a red light. 

"Damn fucking right,"

There was no point in arguing; it was clear that Bakugo was the leader of the group. Hell, he was the reason that Denki wasn't involved in their crime heists anymore; more specifically, he had kicked the blond out after he had been injured from three gunshots. According to Bakugo, he was too weak.

"Do you feel okay leaving them without Denki?"

Ojiro attempted to alleviate the stress of the car. Eijiro looked over his shoulder, now curious about the starting conversation. Shoto hadn't thought about it up until that point, but he had a bit of faith in his wife. Nonetheless, all the maids were fairly trained; not exactly special class like any of them, but they did have some handy self-defense skills.

"The security system's on and there are four maids and five butlers; I would've told Fuyumi to be there as well, but Y/n's not exactly fond of anyone else helping her take care of Haruo or some family member potentially taking a bullet for her."