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Kirishima woke with a soft "oomph", feeling a heavy weight suddenly placed on his chest. He opened an eye and chuckled when he saw Bakugo on top of him, playing with his princess Jasmine doll.
"G'morning baby, what're you doing?"
"Playing wiff my dowwy," he muttered, sitting up to straddle Kirishima's waist as he danced the doll around the redhead's chest.
"Why are you playing with her on top of me?"
"Because I'n hungwy."
Kirishima chuckled.
"Alright, baby, let's go get you some breakfast," he purred softly, lifting the blonde off of him and onto the floor, standing up and taking his hand. "What do you want to eat?"
"Ice cweam!" Bakugo squealed, setting his doll down and following Kirishima to the kitchen.
"You can't have ice cream for breakfast, baby. How about your marshmallow cereal?" He asked softly, sitting Bakugo in his booster seat and kissing his forehead.
"Yeah!"
Kirishima smiled softly and pulled out a bowl, grabbing the Disney themed cereal from the pantry and pouring some in. He skipped the milk, knowing that the blonde was not a fan of it (unless it was chocolate) when he was in littlespace.
He slid the bowl across the table to him and smiled, turning back around to get his own breakfast.
"Daddyyyyyyyyyy," Bakugo whined, his hand dug into his bowl.
"What is it baby? Is something wrong?"
"I'n tirsty."
Kirishima nodded and filled Bakugo's suppy cup with apple juice, handing that to him as well.
"Happy now?"
"Yyyyup!"
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A few hours later, Kirishima was curled up on the couch with a sleeping Bakugo in his arms, the blonde sucking on his pink pacifier contently. He was dressed in his shark onesie, a lion plush squeezed in his arms as he snored softly.
He had fallen asleep to the third Harry Potter movie, the blonde a bit too young to be excited by it. Kirishima rubbed the boy's back softly, thinking back to when he first discovered that the blonde was a little.
Bakugo and Kirishima had just gotten into a relationship, both idiots too afraid to confess to each other so Ashido had to send them on a date.
Kirishima had went out on a mission for Fatgum, returning about an hour later. He walked into his and Bakugo's dorm room, hanging up his jacket.
"Babe, I'm back!"
He didn't get a response for a bit, so he raised an eyebrow and looked around. He realized that the blonde wasn't there, so he thought that he might've went to grab something from his own room.
So he walked next door, peeking in. His eyes widened at the sight.
His boyfriend was sitting in front of his bed, their pink friend brushing his hair. He was in a pink onesie and had a matching binky in his mouth, the blonde crying softly as he got his hair done.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Mina asked softly, already knowing the question that was gonna be asked when his pacifier was taken out.
"W-Whewe's daddy?" He whimpered, making Ashido sigh like she had answered the question multiple times.
"Your daddy is at work, baby. That's why Momma Mina is here to take care of you!"
Bakugo giggled, wiping his eyes with his hands and sniffling.
"Wuv you..."
Kirishima bit his lip before opening the door, a soft blush across his cheeks.
"What's going on?"
Bakugo looked up and gasped, scrambling to his feet and hugging Kirishima tightly.
"Daddy!" He squealed, confusing the redhead.
Kirishima looked up at Mina, raising an eyebrow.
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After a detailed explanation of what exactly was going on, Kirishima looked down at the blonde sleeping in his lap, sucking on his bink.
"So he's 4 or 5 right now?"
"Yup."
"Can he get younger or older?"
"Uhm... yes? His usual age is 6, but he can definitely get younger, obviously. He can't get older than 6 until he's big again."
"Okay... I think I get it. Thank you for explaining."
Ashido nodded and kissed the top of Bakugo's head, then left. Kirishima continued to stroke the blonde's hair softly until he woke up, his crimson eyes slowly opening after about an hour.
He smiled softly then realized what was happening, spitting out the binky and sitting up.
"K-Kiri! Uhm-"
"It's okay, I understand. I love you."
Kirishima smiled at the memory and stroked his boyfriend's hair, closing his own eyes and drifting off.
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