Bakugo x Reader Boyfriend / Husband scenarios

Catching him working on the nursery

(Pregnancy check: 30 weeks)

I sighed and closed the door as the last person left our house for the baby shower. The downstairs was a mess of pink and blue streamers and confetti, wrapping paper, tissue paper, gift bags, plus not to mention the various paper plates and red cups laying around.

Yeah I was beginning to regret telling people they could just go home and we'd take care of the mess.

Especially since the other half of that "we" had been upstairs for the past hour doing god knows what.

He said something about having work to do but I figured he needed space so I didn't press it.

"Katsuki could I get some help down here!?"

"I'll be there in a minute!" I began clearing the table of some of the disposable dishes off of it. A few minutes later Katsuki's hands joined mine in clearing off the table and I felt my brow raise.

"Were you painting something?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"You have yellow paint all over your hands- Katsuki what were you doing up there?" I turned to go upstairs and Katsuki swore under his breath,

"I wasn't- don't go in-" I opened a closed door and just stood there for a moment.

We'd cleared out this room a little while ago. It was almost like a library / storage room but we'd since moved that stuff so it could be a nursery, though I hadn't had time to start on it or anything.

But I guess Katsuki did.

The room which had once been a beige color was now a soft green. A rocking chair had been placed in a corner next to a small bookshelf and a couple feet away was a cushioned chest which I assumed was filled with the various toys and stuffies we bought. The crib was sitting in the middle of the floor on a plastic tarp and it was clear it had been painted, the same pale yellow that was on Katsuki's hands.

I leaned on the changing table next to me and gave a slight smile,

"So this is where you've been disappearing to lately."

"Damnit I was hoping on surprising you." I kissed him on the cheek,

"I was still surprised." He walked over to the closet and opened it. I peered around and saw a dresser, then watched as he took something off the dresser and handed it to me.

It was a silver oval with a vine pattern engraved on the edges with a name. Haruka.

"I remember you saying this would be a good name for the brat no matter what they were. If you don't like it we can change it but-" This time when I kissed him it was full on the lips. We stayed like that for a moment before breaking apart.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"I wouldn't mind hearing it more often." I smacked his arm and we headed back downstairs to finish cleaning up.

When I was 15 I believed it was unrequited love. After all he was the class hothead, the one obsessed with being number one.

That same man was now my husband and sneaking. around so he could surprise me with the baby's nursery.

That same man was going to be my childs father in 6 weeks.

If you'd told 15 year old me this is what my life would be like at 24 the reaction you would have gotten from her would be a raided eyebrow and cheeks redder than Kirishima's hair.

And maybe this man was an overprotective asshole with a temper who still had a desire to surpass his former classmates.

But he was my asshole.

And I knew he's be an amazing father.