Yandere Marinette x Bakugou

Reunited Hearts

Almost a year has passed since Marinette was sent to prison. Every day, I think about her. Everyone thinks I'm just a victim, forced to fall in love with her. But no, I love her all by myself. And I always will.

I walked home from work, weary from the day's training at the boxing gym. My knuckles were bruised and my body sore, but seeing my parents' sombre expressions made me forget my fatigue momentarily.

"What's up?" I asked, dropping my bag and kicking off my shoes. I looked more rugged than before, with added muscle and a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow that seemed to suit me.

"Katsuki," my mom began, her tone serious. "Go up to your room, please. There's something there."

"More like someone," my dad added quietly, which sent a jolt of apprehension through me. Marinette couldn't be here; she was still in prison. I braced myself and hurried upstairs.

Opening the door to my room cautiously, I scanned the space and froze. There, on the floor, was a car seat. Confusion knotted my stomach as I approached, dread building with each step. Peeking inside, I saw a baby girl with dark blue hair, peacefully sleeping.

Stumbling back, I fell to the floor in shock, the impact making the baby stir and cry. My heart raced as I reached out, cradling her gently in my arms. I cooed and shushed her, calming her back to sleep as tears welled in my eyes.

The door creaked open, and my mom entered with a sad smile. "Katsuki," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "She's... she's yours."

"She's... mine?" I whispered, trying to comprehend. "But how?"

"Marinette was pregnant when she went to prison," my mom explained gently. "She gave birth a few weeks ago. They kept her at the hospital, and she asked us to bring the baby to you. You can decide what to do; you don't have to keep—"

"What the fuck?!" I interrupted, my voice cracking with emotion. "You think after my girlfriend gave me my child and entrusted me with her, I'm going to give my child away?"

"We were just suggesting—" my mom began, but I cut her off.

"Well, stop fucking suggesting!" I snapped, holding the baby protectively. "Leave. I want some time alone with my baby."

Turning away, I sighed heavily, looking down at the tiny life in my arms with a mixture of awe and disbelief. How could I love someone I'd just met? A stranger who was now my daughter. Marinette was a mom, and I was a dad. It was overwhelming.

I sat down and gently kissed the baby's forehead, feeling a surge of love, unlike anything I'd ever known. As I settled her back into the car seat, I noticed a piece of paper tucked beneath the blanket. It was Marinette's handwriting.

My dearest Katsuki,

If you're reading this, then you've met our daughter, Kasumi Bakugou. She's yours, Katsuki, our little miracle. I know this is unexpected and overwhelming, but I trust you with all my heart to take care of her.

I named her Kasumi because it means mist, something gentle and beautiful, like you. She has your strength and your spirit, and I hope she grows up to be as brave and kind as her father.

I'm sorry for the pain and confusion this must bring. I never wanted our love to lead to such hardships. But I believe in you, Katsuki. You'll be an amazing father to Kasumi. Keep her safe, teach her to be strong, and show her all the love in your heart.

Thank you for everything you've given me, Katsuki. Our time together was short, but it was the best time of my life. I'll love you always, and I know Kasumi will too.

Take care of our girl. She's the greatest gift we've ever had.

With all my love,

Marinette

I wiped my tears away and stared at my baby girl. I love you so much. And I promise to take good care of you. 

4 Years Later

"Kasumi! Where are you!?" I called out playfully in our small apartment. Laughter echoed from the closet, giving away her hiding spot. With a mischievous grin, I crept over and flung the door open.

"Ah!" Kasumi squealed, trying to dart away, but I caught her and tickled her mercilessly.

"Daddy! Stop!" she giggled uncontrollably, squirming in my grasp until I relented. "I need to get you ready. We've got to go see Mommy."

"Yay, Mommy!" Kasumi cheered, wriggling out of my arms and darting toward her room. I sighed with a smile and followed her.

My name is Katsuki Bakugou, and I'm 22 years old. Four years ago, I became a father to Kasumi Bakugou, now a vibrant and spirited four-year-old. She inherited Marinette's sweetness and my red eyes, with midnight blue hair that she adored having styled in different ways.

After years of good behaviour, they finally allowed Marinette to have visitors. Kasumi had been bursting with excitement ever since I told her.

"Daddy, does Mommy know how I look?" Kasumi asked from the backseat of the car as I drove. "I don't know, sweetheart, but she'll be thrilled to see you," I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

We arrived at the prison where Marinette had been transferred to an adult facility now that she was twenty. I unbuckled Kasumi and lifted her into my arms, carrying her toward the entrance as she looked around with wide eyes.

After signing the necessary paperwork, we proceeded to room 109. Kasumi held my hand tightly, eager to see her mother. I opened the door, and there she was—Marinette, sitting there in her orange jumpsuit with her hair braided, looking as beautiful as ever.

"Mommy!" Kasumi squealed joyfully, running into Marinette's open arms. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched them embrace.

"Oh, my baby! I missed you so much," Marinette cooed, holding Kasumi close and showering her with kisses. I approached them, my heart swelling with love and longing.

"Get over here, Senpai," Marinette teased, her voice soft and familiar, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

"I missed you," I murmured, holding her tightly.

"I missed you too, love," Marinette whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

"You guys are so sweet!" Kasumi giggled, breaking the moment as we chuckled together.

We spent a precious hour together, catching up, laughing, and simply enjoying each other's presence. When it was time to leave, Kasumi was reluctant, but she brightened when she learned we could visit Mommy once a week.

As we drove home, I couldn't help but marvel at how life had brought us here—Marinette, Kasumi, and me. Despite the challenges, we were a family, and nothing could break the bond we shared.