Dad of the Year

"Time to wake up, brats."

The harsh words were juxtaposed to the gentle voice that spoke them, a mildly groggy dad watching as his two children twitched in their beds.

Though Bakugou had already started the morning with a five mile run, he had been sucked back into bed by his cuddly wife after his shower. As much as he loved it, he felt like he had awoken for the second time in one morning.

"You should probably wake our cuties." You muffled into his chest, his muscles tensing a bit as he looked down to you with a raised brow, though a knowing smile crept across his face.

"Why's it gotta be me, huh?"

He didn't know why he even questioned you, why he ever questions you. The minute you look at him with those glossy morning eyes, your wish is his command.

"You're more awake than me..." You muttered, letting out a cute yawn before giving him a cheeky smile as you looked up to his narrowed eyes, "And.. and I gotta pee."

Bakugou chuckled down to you, placing a warm kiss on your forehead before flicking it soon after, your groggy whine making him smile before he got up and found himself in his current predicament.

He knew a simple wake up call wasn't going to be enough to get his kids out of bed; after all they had your blood. He wouldn't be surprised if you were still face first in your pillow still.

"Don't make me annoy the shit out of you." Bakugou huffed, flicking the light on and off in the dark room which earned a groan from both of them.

The blond smirked, his children literal copies of you as he moved towards his first victim. His youngest boy, Katsuhiko, was probably the fullest copy of you. Though he still had Bakugou's sharp red eyes, he was gentle and kind like you. Unfortunately for Katsuhiko, that usually made him the perfect first target.

Without even a warning, Bakugou snatched the blanket off the small boy, his hiss surely from the cold air daring to touch his skin after being cuddled in the warm blanket. The sound caused the tall father to chuckle as he gave him an unimpressed smile.

"P..Papa." Katsuhiko muttered, the sleeves of his pajamas moving to rub at his eyes as he bashfully looked up to his father.

Bakugou hated how his heart always melted at the sight, both of his children being spoiled rotten. It was no one's fault but his own though, so he had to manage.

Plopping down on the side of Katsuhiko, Bakugou ran his fingers through his soft tufts of hair before lightly patting on the boy's tummy as he flinched at his father's warm hands.

"I know kiddo, life is so rough."

Katsuhiko simply let out a groan before rubbing his head along his pillow. Bakugou figured this was a start before his eyes fell on his other, more problematic child.

As much as he refused to agree with you, his eldest daughter Katsumi was a carbon copy of himself. You claimed this was why Katsumi tended to be more problematic, but Bakugou always denied the claim.

Letting out a sigh he shuffled over to her bed, barely even patting at her leg before she snatched her body away from him and moved closer to the wall.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed at this, a huff of air leaving his nose as he watched his stubborn child. Deciding it was time for the blanket pull, he gripped the corner of her blanket, but before he could tug a sharp growl rumbled from her chest.

This was new, even for her. For a moment he was almost shocked that his own daughter just growled at him.

"Did you just fuck.. Did you just growl at daddy?" Bakugou snarled back, fighting a string of curses while keeping an iron grip on the blanket as he snatched it off her completely, a hiss leaving her lips as she glared at her father. "Screw you daddy, I wan more sleep!"