Baby daddy | K. Bakugou

three.

❀ c3

— 𝓑akugou laid in bed, wide awake. He'd move his hands behind his head as he continued to stare up at the ceiling, a small sigh leaving his lips. Katsuki Bakugou was never one to cry, in fact, the last time he cried was most likely when you'd left. There were multiple times where he'd almost break down, let all his pent up emotions release, but he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure. He held a hatred for himself, his ego may seem big when he's out, boasting about how great he is, but it's all a lie. But at the thought of the child he'd spent five years imagining, wondering about never existing, he let out a few tears. He had no right to feel this way, is what he'd tell himself, he'd left you and the baby, and the guilt never left, but he'd imagined the childs' whole life in his head, thinking of what they'd look like, what they'd like, how they'd act. He even wondered how you were, what it would be like to hold you, help you raise the baby, just the three of you against the world. Yet now all his dreams had been snatched, all his thoughts plagued with the fact that this child he'd made in his head had never existed.

It was around four AM when he decided to get up, making his way through the halls of his large penthouse, towards the kitchen. It was still dark out, and although it was early, he couldn't help but pour himself a whiskey, downing it before pouring another. He hasn't felt this shitty in a while. His penthouse was cold, it looked like something you'd see in a magazine, almost untouched, like nobody lived in it, he hated it.

Noticing his laptop on the coffee table in-front of his TV, he sauntered over, sitting down on the floor and placing his drink on the table, before opening it. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he didn't want to believe what you'd told him, he wouldn't. He'd bring out his phone, scrolling through Instagram. Looking at his recommended profiles, he'd notice your name. He wasn't big on social media, so it was no wonder he hadn't seen it before, he mainly had his manager run his account for publicity. He'd click onto it, but it was private.
"Shit." He'd make a 'tsk' sound, taking a moment to think. Mina had social Instagram, of course she did, she was the kind of girl who believed in 'pictures or it didn't happen'. He'd look her name up, not being able to find anything, before realising Eijiro would most likely be following her. Looking through his best friends following, he'd finally find her, Mina Ashido, or Pinky.

Of course she had her account on public, he'd shake his head with a small grin. Scrolling through some photos, he'd see multiple with you in, causing his smile to widen slightly. He'd screenshot a few, for his own 'safekeeping'. After scrolling for a while, he'd come across an image of Mina and two small children at what seemed to be a birthday party. Narrowing his eyebrows, he'd read the caption, 'Happy Birthday to my favourite little bitches <3 thanks for putting me off having kids for the rest of my life! x' He'd hum slightly, noticing you were tagged in the post. This made his mouth go dry, could these be his kids? You had twins? Upon closer inspection of the photo, he'd notice a large balloon of the number five in the corner, the photo was fairly recent, and he'd left you around five years ago, to him it all made sense.