I. DARE. YOU. (Bakugo X Y/n)

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Years Before

You push a smirk up onto your lips as Aizawa guides you back to your room. It was 10 at night and you were too hyper. 

"Go to bed." He demanded. You stuck your tongue out and started running around the living room, around the coffee table. 

"I am a hero!" You wailed. 

"Yes, now go be a hero in bed!" Present Mic walks in laughing. 

"Again?" Mic remarks. Aizawa shakes his head. 

"All day, every day. Y/n! Stop running before you-" He spoke too soon because you went smack dab into the corner of the coffee table. You had tripped over the carpet that had a crimp in it. 

"This is why we don't run!" He grabbed your tiny body, taking you to clean up in the bathroom. 

Mic leaned against the doorframe of the restroom. "Again, with the running. It seems to be an issue." You had no idea what he was talking about. But you shrugged. You had constantly found ways to annoy the two teachers who had taken you in as their own. What was worse was that they didn't really plan on it. 

Toshinori declared that they should since you were so young and little. You were only four years old. Contemplating life was all they would do. Pretty soon Aizawa and Mic became restless of you. You were a challenge. One they weren't sure they could handle. 

"By the time you're fifty I'll be a pro. Because you both are, and I just want to follow your steps!" You said holding your left hand over your right side of your chest. "A-men." 

Aizawa groaned and put you to bed. 

"Good night, Y/n." 

"Good night, Dadzawa!!"