Bellyache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 13

Bakugou woke up to, of course, a knock at his door. His daughter was sound asleep next to him as he grumbled out of his daughters rather small bed. He had let Kirishima and Deku sleep in his since it was the only thing they could fit in.

Though his daughters room was the furthest away from the door so he had not gotten to the door first. It was Deku, actually, that had opened the door. Evidently, scaring the living hell out of his boss. Or so he thought.

"Who are you?", Deku grumbled out, glaring at Bakugou's boss who was glaring right back at him.

The blonde scurried over pushing past Deku to get to Kojima, "Boss, what are you here for?"

"To drop off your work for the day. . . why is there a Pro Hero in your house?", his boss obviously had to ask the most important questions in the universe. Because understandably he did not know Bakugou actually knew Deku from way back when.

"Because Kacchan is my friend.", Deku snapped at him as the two left Bakugou as the small barrier between them. Poor Bakugou was smaller than the both of them, in height and frame wise. It didn't help that they both looked like they wanted to rip each others throats out.

"Why don't you come in? I just got up so. . .", Bakugou grinned through the sheer awkwardness of the situation as Kirishima wandered out into the hall leaving Kojima slightly more irritated it would seem.

"I would love to.", Kojima smiled stepping in and taking off his shoes as Midoriya trudged off. 

Bakugou wondered off to Hotaru's room as his boss made himself comfortable in the open living room. Taking the TV for himself and watching the news, there was nothing but weather reports so he changed it. Midoriya was sat on an armchair in the corner slowly increasing in anger. Kirishima stood awkwardly hoping Bakugou would come back in.

"So you're Bakugou's boss? What do you do?", Kirishima spoke up.

"If you're his friends you should know.", he muttered as Kirishima huffishly looked to see where Bakugou was. Who came out of his daughters room with Hotaru clinging onto him tiredly. Bakugou stood and scanned them all for a split second before rolling his eyes.

The number one reason you don't have 3 Alphas all in one room.

". . . you guys want food?", Bakugou put one hand on his hip, keeping the other securely underneath Hotaru so she didn't fall as she bounced up at the mention of food.

"Me! Me! I want food! Oyakodon!", Hotaru gently smacked Bakugou's face. So, so gently in fact so gentle that it could be heard from a mile away.

"With miso soup?", Bakugou raised an eyebrow grabbing her hand and leaving the others to sulk in peace.

"Eh. . .", Hotaru whined as Bakugou put her down on the counter.

Bakugou was quick to put on an apron, funnily enough the one Mina had given him for his birthday as a joke. It says 'Best Mom Ever' across the chest with Mina's scribbles of an 'angry' Bakugou. Besides being bright pink, Bakugou didn't actually mind it much. Though he hated it at the time.

"Hotaru, do me a favour. . . ", Bakugou whispered setting her down on the floor as she nodded with a smile and waddled off to the room of the grumps.

Hotaru entered to a deathly silent room, though being a small child she did not care. She climbed on top of the coffee table to block Daiki's view of the television and cleared her throat.

"Dada told me to tell you that if you want food you gotta stop acting like a bunch of sour puss– sour. . . kitties! And tell him what you want or you can starve!", Hotaru jumped off the table and waddled back to Bakugou who was only making his own and Hotaru's breakfast.