My Hero Academia Imagines

{Domestic AU} Happy Valentine's Day (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki:

Some days were much harder than others when it came to working as a pro-hero, especially when you had to work on holidays. Today was no exception, as even if it was Valentine's day, the criminal underground never ceased their actions, even for one moment.

It had been a jewelry store robbery in the morning, heartbroken civilian who's quirk went out of control in the afternoon and ending with a couple's near mugging on your last patrol around your agency's district.

But you were finally free! No more work for two whole days and your husband had been taking care of your precious children since this afternoon. Tomorrow you four would be going on a small two-day vacation to where you and Katsuki would go every year until your eldest was born.

Thinking it over as you got off at your stop, you couldn't help but wonder what sort of things your children and their father had done for the afternoon. The schools held a Valentine's party and Katsuki had volunteered, so he had taken an extra day off to see his kids and help at school.

You snorted thinking about your raging husband trying to control a gang of four-year-olds at the local preschool, all the while your toddler son was on Katsuki's back, sleeping the commotion away.

Katsuko would more than likely have been trying to impress her friends with her father and impress her father with her friends. Katsuro was only a year old, so he still slept through a lot, meaning Katsuki would at least have it somewhat easy... but he was helping at the preschool where there would be candy...

You paused at the front door of your family home, seeing that it was unusually quiet for your family: Katsuko wasn't screaming in delight, Katsuki wasn't yelling and even your baby wasn't crying.

You opened the unlocked door, showing you that your family was indeed home. Their trio of jackets, mittens, scarves, and boots was by the door. All seemed quiet and peaceful in the Bakugou household... almost too quiet.

"Now hold it still, I don't want it to go on the fucking floor."

"Okay, daddy."

There were the voices, echoing down from the kitchen. Whatever they could be doing or making was unbeknownst to you. However, it smelled like heaven! Like sweets and chocolates and fruits! It smelled like Valentine's day!

You placed your stuff at the door and took off your own winter gear as you made your way towards the kitchen. The sounds of your clicking shoes against the hardwood hallway soon let your family know you had arrived home.

"Mom's home!"

"Mama?"

"Don't stand there you brats! Grab the stuff!"

You peaked your head in to see your three ash blondes scrambling around the counter: Katsuki was trying to throw the dirty dishes into the sink, while your children picked up some wrapped gifts.

"I'm home!" You spoke and entered the room. "How is my family?"

You knelt down and opened your arms for your children to run into, their small figures each holding onto one of your arms and hugging you as tightly as they could. When you pulled away, you noticed something you hadn't a moment ago.

"Katsuko?" You reached down and wiped some of the brown substance on her face on your finger. "What do you and your brother have all over you?"

You smelled it, revealed that it seemed to be chocolate instead of some other unpleasant brown substance. You quickly licked the chocolate away, glancing down at your daughter who was bouncing up and down excitedly.

She shook her head back and forth, arms flailing in excitement. If only Mitsuki was here, he'd tease her own son for his own tendencies peeking through in his own daughter's.

"Here! Here! I made you chocolates!"

"Katsuko."

Katsuki's voice sterning had made her pout and she kicked the floor. You laughed, seeing that her small selfish phase was still present in the four-year-old.

"Dad, Katsuro and I made you chocolates."

"Oh really? What ones did you make?" You asked your daughter and took the wrapped baggy from her.

It was a pink plastic bag, covered in red and white hearts. You quickly untied the ribbon on the top and fished your hand inside, taking out a homemade chocolate heart.

"That's one I made!" She giggled as you popped it into your mouth.

"It tastes great."

"It fucking better, I made it after all." Katsuki came behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"I had a feeling you did. And I'm guessing your excitable kiddos did the molds."

"I helped with that too... tried to let the brats do it themselves and ended up with chocolate everywhere except the mold."

You chuckled and reached into the bag again, taking out what appeared to be a present shaped chocolate, but had been deformed somewhere along the way.

"Mine." Katsuro tugged on your pant leg.

"You did wonderful Katsuro. You have as much artistic ability as your father!"

"Hey!"

You giggled as Katsuro lit up at what he assumed to be a compliment, but your husband knew better. You avoided his ticked off gaze and picked up you youngest, holding him close and giving him a piece of the chocolate.

You also did the same with your daughter. She happily accepted the sweet, as he father didn't let her have any when she was helping make your gift.

You held out one last piece to Katsuki, who stared at you with a raised brown. "You seriously offering me that crap?"

"Well you had so much on you I wanted to make sure you had some in you as well."

Katsuki gritted his teeth but was quickly pulled into a kiss by you. Your son touched both your cheeks as you both kissed, seeing as his parents were sharing in a sweet moment and he was a tad bit curious.

"Thanks, Ro." Katsuki pulled away, ruffling the inherited hair on his son.

"Aweeeee~" Katsuko beamed. "Daddy loves mom!"

"You fucking bet I do. Happy Valentine's day babe."

You placed your son down to play with his sister, knowing both would be getting a major bath after dinner. But right now, you wanted to embrace your husband once more, letting him know how much you had enjoyed his silly little surprise.

"Happy Valentine's day Katsuki."