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“You’re gonna die, Shitty Hair!”
“We’ll see about that, Bakubro!” Kirishima challenged him with shark-like grin, shifting into a defensive position with his sharp arms.
Bakugou mischievously gritted his teeth while he charged at the red hedgehog he grudgingly called his best friend. Although it was Bakugou’s day off from work, he wasn’t going to sit his ass down all day. Luckily for him, Kirishima was also free today and itching to spar with his longtime bro from U.A.
The two Pro Heroes never lost touch with each other after graduating from high school. While Bakugou would never admit this out loud, he really appreciated his friendship with the eccentric, jolly man. He respected him, viewed him as an equal, but of course Bakugou would always strive to be better than him since no one else deserved to be the number one hero in Japan.
That coveted title was for Bakugou and damnit, he’ll achieve it one day.
Bakugou flashed a feral smile at his opponent, his razor-sharp teeth menacing as he threw one powerful blast at the hero. The blonde haired man rushed forward into the dark smoke to deliver the final blow at his unsuspecting spar partner, not holding back one bit since Bakugou knew he could handle it. He was a damn Pro Hero after all.
As the dust settled, Kirishima tapped against the winner’s shoulder.
“Alright, alright, you win,” he groaned and Bakugou smirked. Standing on his two feet, Bakugou offered his hand to his friend and Kirishima graciously took it.
Bakugou threw a white towel at his friend. “Get clean, I’ll get us some drinks.”
“Yay, daddy!” A little girl screamed from the sidelines. She sprinted towards the sweaty man, snatching his hand while jumping up and down. Bakugou gave his daughter a victorious grin before scooping her in his arms.
Kaida Bakugou was the crown jewel in the Pro Hero’s life. You knew your daughter was the definition of a daddy’s little girl. The moment Bakugou laid his eyes on his newborn daughter at the hospital, it was over. He was whipped once Kaida yawned and opened her tiny, crimson eyes at him. It was one of those rare times when Bakugou actually had a genuine smile on his face.
As Kaida grew, she slowly developed her personality. Unsurprisingly, she was the just like your jackass of a husband: determined, passionate and loud. In fact, she was the spiting image of him except for her hair; that was all you (and maybe your nose if you squint a little), but those eyes—they were definitely his.
Both men trudged their way to the kitchen. Kaida squirmed in her father’s arms and Bakugou realized she wanted to be put down. The little girl darted to the refrigerator, eagerly pointing at the door.
“Daddy, juice,” Kaida requested and Bakugou frowned.
“No,” he grunted at her. “You had enough juice. You’re gettin’ water.”
Kaida glared at her father. Standing up straighter, she curled her small fists and puffed out her chest in a bravado manner. The toddler aggressively babbled away, swinging her fists up and down as she argued for her juice. In her head, her reasoning sounded perfect, full-proof, a guarantee to win her request.
At the end of Kaida’s jibber-jabber, she demanded: “Juice!”
Bakugou was stunned at her behavior while Kirishima’s hand flew to his mouth to muffle his laughter at the sight unfolding.
A large vein appeared on the father’s forehead.
“Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to?”
Kirishima lost it and banged on the counter.
Bakugou fiercely jabbed his finger at his daughter’s direction. “You are not gettin’ juice! You already had two pouches before lunch.”
“Juice,” Kaida repeated and stomped her foot for emphasis.
“No, brat,” Bakugou sneered. “You get juice when I say so. One more outburst and I won’t let you watch that annoying, pink British pig garbage you like so much.”
Now Kaida was a toddler, but she wasn’t stupid. She carefully thought through the pros and cons for a minute before deciding to surrender. Kaida scowled at her father and stormed out of the kitchen to who knows where in this house.
Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Kirishima’s laughter echoed behind him, earning a snarl from the hot-headed father.
“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
After Kirishima left, Bakugou went to find his daughter.
He knew exactly where she would be, so he dragged himself upstairs to the second floor. Bakugou glanced at the various photos you hung on the walls. Some were from your wedding day, others from your trips together before Kaida was born and the remaining ones were of course of your daughter (either alone or with her parents).
Standing in front of her door, Bakugou sighed and knocked.
“Kaida, it’s me,” he gruffly mumbled. Not waiting another second, he pushed the door opened before walking inside. Bakugou shot himself in the foot by doing this when his eyes narrowed at his little girl’s body curled up on her bed.
Her back was facing towards him and she didn’t bother turning around when she heard him enter. Bakugou hauled himself to her bed and sat down; Kaida sensed her mattress sinking and she shuffled away from the man while clutching on her mother’s pro hero plushy. Bakugou groaned as he saw his own plushy toy tossed across the room.
He fucked up big time.
“Listen, Kaida, I know you’re angry at me,” he exhaled, shoving his fingers through his hair. “And I know you’re stubborn like your damn mother, which is a good thing, but not when it’s used against me.”
“Daddy, go away,” the toddler mumbled.
“Daddy ain’t going anywhere,” Bakugou retorted at the girl. “Kaida, I’m your father. That means you gotta put up with my shit because I’m the grown up here.”
No response.
“Oi, brat. You know I hate seeing you like this,” the man continued and scooted closer to the toddler. This time she didn’t move away from him so Bakugou laid down next to her fetal position. “But you have to understand you can’t have everything whenever you want. There are limits and rules.”
“I want juice,” Kaida sniffed.
“You know you can’t have juice. Mommy told you can only have two juice pouches a day. That’s mommy’s rule. Do you want to break her rule?”
Kaida shook her head. “Hewo no bweak wules.”
“Exactly,” he answered. Kaida rolled around and faced her father; she hugged him and Bakugou wrapped his arm around her tiny frame, pulling her closer to his inferno chest.
Parenting was no walk in the park. There were moments where Kaida tried to push his buttons and test the boundaries, but he needed to remain firm. He was responsible in guiding her down the right path with strong morals and that all began with her understanding certain things like ‘no means no’.
He wasn’t going to raise a selfish brat.
Sensing that Kaida was no longer angry, Bakugou gently shook her so she could look up at him.
“C’mon, let’s get you washed up so we can eat dinner,” he said. Picking her up, Bakugou carried her out of the room and Kaida snuggled her head near the crook of his neck. “Now, you’re gonna drink water with you food, but if you finish your dinner…I’ll give you ice cream.”
Kaida’s eyes lit up. “Ice cweam?!”
Bakugou kissed her forehead as a tiny smirk curled on his lips. “Yes, but we won’t tell mommy. It will be our little secret. Got it, squirt?”
Kaida adorably cupped her mouth and giggled, making a quiet ‘shush’ noise as a way to keep her promise to her father.
To this day, you never found out about their ‘little secret’.