The legend goes on... (ghost rider! reader x bnha)

Ashy, Broccoli, and Canada

(M/N) was surprisingly let into the Bakugou family's house.

Mitsuki, Bakugou's mother, who he resembled a lot, was very welcoming into the family. (M/N) easily saw who Bakugou got his attitude from. And Masarou, the father, was the exact opposite of the two. He was kind, and he was always breaking up their possible fights.

(M/N) was stuck in the middle of an arguement between Mitsuki wanting (M/N) to change into some "nice" clothes, and Bakugou letting (M/N) decide.

In the end, Mitsuki won.

(M/N) was dragged to the parent's room, and Mitsuki shoved him on the bed.

"Stay there while I go and look for some clothes real quick."

(M/N) looked around the room, seeing pictures of the parent's in their early years, and when they had Katsuki.

"At least he's got memories." (M/N) muttered. He decided to lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling.

Mitsuki eventually walked in with a pair of jeans, and a top. She saw (M/N)  sleeping on the bed, and frowned.

'This was the S - class villain everyone's afraid of? He's only a boy!'

Mitsuki laid the clothes on the bed, and walked to the other side of the bed to see his face.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat was rolling down his face. He was having a nightmare.

He started shaking. He muttered the same words under his breath.

"...mom..."

Mitsuki frowned. She gently cupped (M/N)'s face, and rubbed the side of his cheek. He seemed to calm down.

Then there was silence.

Mitsuki smiled. She got up, and walked out of the room, and closed the door.

●●●●●

(M/N) woke up in the same bed he fell asleep in. He rolled up his sleeve, seeing his black watch, and looked at the time.

3:30 am.

"Awake early. As usual." (M/N) muttered. He slipped out of bed, and saw the clothes provided to him.

(M/N) walked around the house until he found the bathroom, and changed into the clothes. He came out, and went outside of the house.

He saw no one.

He decided to go to a shed in the back, where Masarou was at. He was designing something. (M/N) walked up behind him.

"Hello Mr. Bakugou." (M/N) tiredly said. Masarou turned back to (M/N) and smiled. "Hello (M/N). What brings you out here this early."

(M/N) shrugged. "I could say the same thing."

Masarou sighed. "I was designing a new project, a propellor, for someone who has a flight quirk. I couldn't find anything in the shed to help me out though."

(M/N) looked at the design on the paper. He ingrained it into his brain. "You got some talent."

Masarou smiled shyly. "Thanks."

(M/N) walked towards the shed, and opened the door with ease, accidentally breaking the lock. He looked at the broken lock, and back to Masarou. "Oops. I'll fix it when we're done."

Masarou tilted his head in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

(M/N) reached into the shed, and pulled out an iron pole with no problem. "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to help you! That way I don't laze around."