Bakugou Katsuki ⁵

“Words also learn to explode.”

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Bakugou Katsuki never imagined this version of his life. Being the number one hero, yes. Explosions, fame, enemies. But also a quiet home, a nightly routine… and a daughter who had just turned four.

They had her young, without perfect plans, without an instruction manual. You were the balance. He, the chaos trying to learn to lower his voice. The girl—Aoi—had inherited his curious nature and your big, attentive eyes. Bakugou swore he slept like a log… but he seriously underestimated the silence. It was past midnight. The house was quiet. Bakugou was still at the dining room table , surrounded by papers, agency reports, and cold coffee. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Shit… ” A small voice answered from behind, perfectly clear: **“ Scared…? ” Bakugou froze. He turned slowly, as if he were a high-ranking villain. Aoi was standing in the hallway, in her pajamas, dragging her Kirishima plushie on the floor, her eyes half-closed. " What are you doing up?" he murmured nervously. The little girl tilted her head. " Dad said 'fear.'" Bakugou swallowed . He quickly crouched down in front of her, serious as if in combat. " No. No. You don't say that. That word..." he thought quickly, "Mom made it up. Yes. It's hers. " "Mom made it up?" Aoi asked, fascinated. "Uh- huh. Only she can say it. " At that moment, a shadow appeared at the end of the hallway. You were there, leaning against the wall, having heard everything. Bakugou looked up. His eyes met yours. " ...Don't say anything , " he muttered to the little girl, defeated. Aoi turned to you, pointing at him with complete innocence. " Mom... Dad said one of your words. "Bakugou looked at you, tense, waiting for your reaction. And the night remained suspended, right there, waiting for what you were going to say…