Stronger (Bakugo x Reader x Deku)

🔸Daddy

You were annoyed.

"Izuwu, Kacchan, I told you already, let me go."

You could never have pictured yourself in this situation, being held back by the two who hated each other. Apparently this was the one thing they could agree on, and with a growl you tried to tug yourself out of their grip again. Each one of them was grasping your hand, holding you back.

"No way Y/n," Izuku said in a firm voice, something you had never heard him use around Kacchan. "You aren't visiting your father, it's a stupid idea, what if he hurts you again? You forgave him internally, that's what matters."

"Hate to say it, but I agree." Kacchan stated, narrowing his eyes. "I don't trust your dad, not one bit. You don't even need to visit that fucktard, just stay here and forget about him, didn't you want to train?"

They don't get it...

Turning around, it was visible that you were actually pissed, and the two slightly shivered at the dark look you were giving them. "Let me go you dimwits," you growled, yanking your hands back and watching as their grip loosened. "I'm young to visit my father, like it or not, and I swear... if I spot any of you trying to stalk me on the way there, or when I talk to him..." you swiped your thumb across your neck. "Dead meat."

That's something Kacchan says a lot...

He's a really bad influence on me...

The two nodded begrudgingly, but you could tell that they were still concerned. After years of brushing off the topic, you were surprised you could even face him now. The last couple years had been filled with hatred for him.

Turning around, you offered them a wave. Your dads house wasn't far away, considering that he still lived in the same house you had been too when you were a kid. Inko had phoned him in to tell him you were heading over, you were surprised that he even wanted to see you.

Does he hate me...?

Your pace quickened at the thought, and you bit your lip, not even knowing what to expect. It had been almost 8 years since the incident, and the thought of visiting your father so casually... it was foreign.

Cmon Y/n- everything will be fine.

You got closer, looking around the part of the neighbourhood you hadn't been to in a while. That's right, after the incident you had avoided this place, looking at it now felt so refreshing.

And kinda creepy, but oh well.

Approaching the house you hadn't been to in so long, you froze when seeing the porch, but taking in a deep breath, you walked up the stairs. Memory's filled your head, and with a soft smile you let them, hand resting on the doorknob.

I wonder if dad changed.

You pressed down on the doorknob, a hopeful look on your smile as you pressed it forwards and opened it. Slowly peering in, you first noticed how clean and organized it seemed, much more than when you were a child.

Oh?

More curious, you opened the door further, just to get a good look of the first floor of the house. You took a step in, narrowly forgetting that you had to knock beforehand.

Oopsies-

"Walking in here like it's home?" A deep gruff voice said from the living room couch, and your eyes flashed over there. The voice was the same, and ears turning red you gave a wave.

"S-sorry... I didn't mean to just barge in here like that..." it felt awkward and you put your shoes on the side coat room, glancing once more to your father to look him over. He looked relatively the same, but the way he sat on the couch reading his newspaper was completely different. He seemed more relaxed and at ease.