Bakugou x Marinette (Sequel) A Tale of Two Worlds: The Bakugou Twins

A Day in Katsuki's Life

I turned off my alarm and sighed tiredly. The sun had barely started to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. I turned around to see my beautiful wife sleeping soundly. It was the weekend, meaning she didn't have to wake up early. I continued to stare at her peaceful face, falling in love with her again and again. She's honestly the best thing that ever happened to me.

I scooted closer to her and rested my face near hers. "I love you," I whispered. She mumbled something incoherent and snuggled into me. I sighed contentedly, enjoying the warmth of her presence for a few minutes before I had to get up.

I punched the punching bag, each hit resonating through the quiet room. My weekends usually started with an early workout, a routine that helped me stay in shape and clear my mind. I had no work on weekends unless there was an attack, which I would respond to. Sweat dripped down my face as I continued my regimen.

In the solitude of the gym, with only the sound of my fists hitting the bag and my heavy breathing, my thoughts took a darker turn. The loss of my son and the regrets I harboured began to resurface, pulling me into a deep, melancholic state. Being alone for too long does that to you. Your mind starts to wander into the recesses of your psyche, dredging up every sorrow and mistake. The silence becomes deafening, and the weight of unspoken grief becomes unbearable.

I splashed water on my face, hoping to wash away the heavy thoughts, and changed into my outfit for the day. Akiko was still sleeping, and I noticed her window was open. I closed it, shaking my head. I hoped she wasn't sneaking a boy in here. I huffed and walked out, closing her room door quietly.

I headed to the kitchen, passing the hauntingly empty living room. Memories of laughter and play filled the space, now a stark contrast to the quiet that enveloped it. I slapped my face lightly to stop my thoughts and focused on making breakfast for my girls.

French toast and coffee were on the menu. I set up two trays and first went to Akiko's room. I knocked softly and pushed the door open to see her still sleeping.

"Koko," I whispered, placing the tray on her side table. Her dark blue midnight hair was a wild mess, and I knew she'd come to me to untangle everything. Her feet dangled off the bed, and drool trickled from her mouth. Definitely my kid. I chuckled and shook her gently.

"Papa?" she mumbled, blinking sleepily.

"Hey, Koko. Breakfast." I showed her the tray, and she grinned.

"Thank you, Papa." She kissed my cheek, and I grimaced at her slobbery kiss.

"Disgusting child." I shook my head and walked off, laughing as she hit me with a pillow.

Next, I grabbed the second tray and went upstairs to my wife. I pushed open the door to see her still sleeping. I placed the tray on the side and sat on the bed, seeing her cuddle onto my lap automatically.

"Hey, Blue Bear," I murmured, combing through her hair to untangle the knots.

"Mhm," she hummed, still half-asleep.

"I made breakfast for you, beautiful." She smiled, her eyes fluttering open.

".....I love you so much," she said, rubbing her eyes and looking up at me with her big, bluebell eyes.

"I love you more," I whispered. She sat up, leaning against me.

"Breakfast?" she giggled, opening her mouth expectantly. I fed her a piece of French toast, and she sighed happily.

"Ow! Papa!" Koko whined as I tried untangling her hair.

"I'm going as slowly and gently as I can, but it's so knotted," I explained, frustration creeping into my voice.

"Honey," Marinette scolded gently from across the room.

"I'm not doing anything wrong! I told you to braid your hair before you went to sleep!" I retorted, feeling a bit defensive.

"Ugh!" Koko groaned, crossing her arms in a dramatic huff.

I sighed, continuing to work on the tangles as gently as possible. "You know, if you just listened to me, we wouldn't have to go through this every morning."

"I know, Papa," she muttered, her tone softer.

Marinette came over and kissed my cheek. "You're doing great, honey," she said with a smile, her touch a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

I looked at my two girls, feeling a wave of love wash over me. Despite the moments of frustration and the lingering sorrow, they were my anchor, my reason to keep going.

As I finished untangling Koko's hair, I felt a sense of accomplishment. She hugged me tightly. "Thanks, Papa."

"You're welcome, Koko," I replied, hugging her back.

Marinette joined in the hug, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. The past and its pain could wait. Right now, I was surrounded by the love and warmth of my family, and that was enough.