My Hero Academia Imagines

{Domestic AU} Guilt (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki:

He stood outside the door, his hand curled around the knob and waiting for his muscles to work up the courage to actually open the door to where his wife was waiting. He had been here for nearly 5 minutes now, trying to work up the nerves.

Bakugou Katsuki, the hero who sassed and challenged the darkest of forces, who terrified to open the door to the hospital room. He would have never guessed this would be the case for him, yet here he was, proving himself wrong.

Inside would be his wife, patiently waiting for her husband to walk in and see the bundle of joy they had created together. The being he had been waiting to meet and love since the moment he learned of the pregnancy.

Yet why was he so terrified to open the door and actually go and see his baby?

Maybe it was because he missed the birth of his child. He had been out fighting off a huge villain attack on the opposite side of town and ignored her call. He should have known though! She was nine months along, what the hell else could she have been calling about?

Nevertheless, he ignored her several times when she called him. He had made her go through the panic of her water breaking alone. At least his wife was smart enough to know he was not going to answer and instead phones his parents to help her.

When he finally did check his phone after the battle... he learned the hard way to always pick up when your pregnant wife was calling you. Hell, he'd always pick up the phone now, no matter what if it was you on the other side of the line.

He didn't even give himself time to change out of his work clothes, and instead, in a mad and worried dash, made his way to the hospital that his father had texted to him. He arrived too late though, the doctors not allowing anyone else to enter the delivery room any longer.

You had not been alone though, Mitsuki taking his place beside you to coax you through the hours of labor. She might have been the best choice too... as she already lived through the nightmare of childbirth.

And so he sat outside the waiting room with his father. Masaru didn't attempt to bring up a conversation, knowing full well how stressed his son already was. The older man could only inwardly chuckle, remembering how he had been no better when Katsuki was born.

Lucky for Katsuki, his mother had also assumed he would forget to change and got Masaru to bring some spare clothes for their son. So when Katsuki had finally calmed down enough to talk, his father had urged him to change into the sweats and t-shirt.

And finally after what felt like days, though was just a mere few hours, his mother walked out and told her son that his wife and baby were waiting to meet him in a room down the hallway.

Which brought him to know. Trying to decide if he was even allowed to go in and see his family that he had neglected.

"What are you still doing out here? Get your ass in there and see your kid."

He turned to look at his mother who had suddenly appeared next to him. He had no idea how long she had been next to him, but she looked a bit concerned that her son was not acting like himself at all.

"I missed it, mom... how could I fucking miss it?"

His rough hands ran through his singed locks, then repeating several times until he was essentially scratching his scalp from guilt. Mitsuki placed her hand on his shoulder, stopping his actions.

"You were here. Maybe not next to her, but you were here. And now it's time to finally be by her side again." She mumbled, squeezing gently.

Katsuki nodded, turning his gaze back to the door and he let out a breath as he turned the knob. The air was much cooler in the bedroom, the open window in the warm June day carrying the sounds of summer to him.