(dad)K.Bakugou x Reader

Fixed

I heard the sound of the door being opened, the noise waking me from my nap, I look to the sides where my phone sat on the handle of the couch, so I could see the time but to my surprise, I couldn't move, I scrunched my eyes to get the blurry ness out, looking to my left I see my arm occupied by a sleeping katsuo and as my head rotates to the right, a Katsuya laid. I tiredly smiled at the 2.

Katsuki's boots thumped on the floor as he made his way over, the light from the tv that's been on the whole time, illuminating the place enough where he could see where he's going, the sound of his boots stopped behind the couch, and if like alluring me, the smell of burnt sugar trickled my nose, but this smell was stronger as if caramel left to the heat too long. It was clear that he had a battle today, his odour is stronger than usual. And if like on instinct I turn my head to the side, after feeling his presence starting to loom over me. He clicked his tongue in annoyance keeping his head the same place where I had douched his kiss, "what the fuck you move for" he says staring into my eyes his eyebrows ferried as a frown set on his lips, eyes illuminating deviance as they glow that special red I've grown to love.

"You're dirty, get cleaned up, and stop walking in my house with those dirty boots for the last time" "you're house?"  he asked a small smirk playfully tugging at his mouth, "when you cook and clean, and take care of your kids, then it can be your house," I said in a matter of fact tone, the playful smirk that teased to show up was now nowhere to be found, his eye twitched a little, as he a glare at me, "that's not even fair, I'm out working and shit"  hehe grumbled, straightening he body to its full length, and between his action, I saw dust and dirt sprinkle down his hair and sank to the couch. I grimace at the sight and huffed out a sigh, "and I'm not"? I asked, but once in return I only received a kiss of his teeth as an answer, a smile rested on my lip. "now please go bathe, I'll wait for you so we can sleep together" I stated, "ohh yeah, what do you have plan for tonight" he cooed, I could practically hear his smirk, "sleep, don't push your luck, and it's late" I responded a whine in my voice at the end.

"Mhm, whatever, and it's only around 11, we still gotta talk to Katsumi, I wanna know what's going on," he said, "imma get cleaned, then get her" he started his trail over to stairs but had halted to what I said as he looked over his shoulder to look at me on the couch, still holding the twins close to me, "no, no, it's late and way past her bedtime, don't bother her, she might not be feeling good, she just needs space" I let out, my tone dropping to a sadder one as I avoid eye contact with my husband, the tv illuminating the side of my face making me look sadder than I felt am instead of strong like it had done to him, "don't worry, she's awake, I don't like whatever the fuck is going on, why you look so damn sad, and crying earlier? What's going on with Katsumi and you, you know how I feel about space, especially when it's to my kid, no one going anywhere until this is fixed, I don't want to be at work hearing that my fucking wife is crying cause of one of the brats, and I don't want want to be fucking hung up on when I ask to know what's going on, you know how fidgety that made me, knowing something happened and I can't do shit but wait to get home," he ended, looking down at my lowered head that had fallen between his scold.

"I'm sorry"

The only thing that had left my mouth, words cracking under the pressure of my heartache whenever I think of what happened with Katsumi and the way she had looked at me, those emotionless eyes, but were they emotionless? Or could I not see it, that she needed my help, or maybe she didn't, am I such a bad mother I couldn't understand my child.

all the thoughts of earlier running through my mind without a second between them. And as if he realized my inner dilemma, he had thought he'd been too harsh, he opened his mouth for a second, but closed it after, squeezing his fist, he wanted to stand with what he said, not knowing if it was what he said was the reason why I looked so not like myself, or was it something else. Either way, he didn't fucking like it, and it was his job to bring everything back to normal, or even better,