RESURGENCE - MHA x FReader

Merry Christmas! Special

The mall was a chaotic wonderland of Christmas cheer—brightly colored lights blinked in every corner, garlands wrapped around railings like festive snakes, and the overpowering smell of cinnamon wafted from a nearby pretzel stand. Somewhere in the background, "Jingle Bell Rock" was playing for what felt like the fifth time in a row. 

Your families had agreed to come together to spend Christmas Eve at the Bakugo household—an idea spearheaded by the moms, who decided that a shared holiday dinner would be the perfect way to spread some "festive cheer."

And so here you were, standing in an endless line at the mall to meet Santa. The parents were nearby, chatting and occasionally glancing over to make sure the three of you weren't starting a riot.

Mitsuki Bakugo's laugh cut through the crowd every so often, sharp and boisterous, while Midoriya Inko clutched her purse nervously, as though one of you might wander off and disappear into the abyss of holiday shoppers.

You were stuck in the middle of what felt like the world's strangest Christmas lineup: Bakugo Katsuki, a ticking time bomb with explosive energy, stood in front of you. Even as a four-year-old, he had this constant aura of defiance, his little fists balled up and his crimson eyes glaring at everything and everyone as though daring them to cross him. 

Behind you was Midoriya Izuku, clinging to his mother's hand like she was his lifeline. He kept fidgeting, looking at the twinkling lights and the towering Christmas tree as though he was half-expecting it to come to life and attack him.

The line inched forward, but your thoughts were spiraling. 

Why does Bakugo look like he's plotting something? Is this... normal?  

You glanced back at Midoriya, who seemed even more nervous than usual, muttering something about the "naughty list" under his breath. 

Poor kid. He probably thinks Santa is going to smite him on the spot for breathing wrong.

When Bakugo finally reached the front of the line, he marched up to Santa with all the confidence of someone who believed they were destined to rule the world.

Santa, a cheerful man with a fake white beard and a plush red suit, greeted him with the kind of energy reserved for only the bravest of mall employees. 

"Ho ho ho! What's your name, little one?"

"Bakugo Katsuki," he said, practically growling his name like it was a challenge.

Santa smiled, clearly unfazed. "And what would you like for Christmas?"

There was a pause. You could practically see the gears turning in Bakugo's head, and it hit you like a freight train...

Oh no. He's about to do something stupid.

"I want to capture you," Bakugo declared, his voice loud and unflinching.

The entire line seemed to freeze. Santa blinked, his jolly façade slipping for just a moment. "Capture me?"

"Yeah," Bakugo said, crossing his arms like a tiny dictator. "Tonight, I'm setting up traps. If you're real, you'll escape. If you're not, then you're just some fake old man in a costume, and my parents are liars."

Your mouth fell open.

"What do you mean you want to capture Santa?" you blurted out, unable to stop yourself.

Bakugo turned to you, his expression dead serious. "Exactly what I said. I'm gonna prove whether he's real or not. Science, dummy."

From behind you, Midoriya let out a strangled noise, his green eyes wide with panic.