Baby daddy | K. Bakugou

four.

❀ c4

—"𝓦hat the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The sound of your voice brought a smile to Bakugou's face. He'd slowly turn in his revolving chair, holding up the small book in his hand.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" You'd be leaning on the door frame with your arms crossed, and upon seeing the book, would quickly lurch forward in an attempt to grab it off of him. However, he quickly stood up, causing you to fall onto your desk.
"Bastard! That's private!" You glared at him, dusting off your clothes as he violently laughed at your failed attempt to get the diary from his hands.
"Well, if it's about me then don't I have a right to read it?" His signature grin was now held on his face as he looked you in the eyes.

"Dear diary,
Today Katsuki, the dream boat I've been telling you about, asked me to hang out!" He'd attempt to mimic your voice, causing you to scowl.
"Hey! You know I'd never write that!" You'd be pouting now, sulking on your bed. Bakugou would simply let out a small laugh, sitting next to you and placing the diary on your lap, your head resting on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I read your diary." He muttered with a small smile, nudging you with his shoulder, causing you to grumble and lean your head into him more. He'd pat the side of your face, "It's rude not to look at people when you're being spoken to." He'd peer down at you now, to which you responded with a small mutter.

He'd now lean down, looking into your eyes, noticing you held a small grin too. In a swift motion, he'd move forward to capture your lips, pushing you back slightly. You'd gasp as the two of you moved back too quickly, causing you both to bash your heads onto the wall behind you.
"Shit! Are you alright, babe?" He'd wince, ignoring the pain on his own head and quickly grabbing yours, looking down at you. You'd slowly begin to laugh.

—"𝓦hat the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The way you said it this time was different. It was obvious you were pissed, and he even hesitated for a moment before turning to face you. You stood there, you definitely didn't look happy, in fact, you looked really, really bad.

Now, Bakugou would never call you ugly, he couldn't even bring himself to think it, but you looked worn out. Your eyes were blood-shot, your hair looked like you'd tried to brush it but given up half way through, and from what he could tell, you were still in your pyjamas with a jacket over them. It worried him slightly, he'd never seen you this bad.

"(y/n)," He'd try to start a sentence, but you stopped him.
"Don't even try talk your way out of this." You'd almost run up to where they all stood now, grabbing the twins by their hands and trying to walk off. However, he quickly grabbed your wrist.
"Will you just stop running off for once?! I just wanted to see my children! Is that so bad?!" He'd be slightly frustrated now, his eyebrows narrowing together and a crease forming on his forehead.
"You want me to stop running off? Bakugou, that's exactly what you done to me, think about someone other than yourself, just for once in your life." You didn't want to say too much, you knew the kids were only young, but they definitely weren't stupid.
"Cant you see I'm trying to make up for it now? That's why I'm here! I want to fix things!" He'd throw his hands into the air now, before sighing.
"I was still a kid myself when I made the choice,
(y/n), I didn't know what I was doing, I was scared." You didn't know what to do at this point, you felt stuck.