katzuki bakugo 💥,(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

From childhood, Katsuki Bakugo and Hurdonkey knew nothing but competition. They grew up in the same neighborhood, training, arguing, challenging each other about everything. If one advanced, the other surpassed him. If one fell, the other was already ready to laugh… or to help, though they would never admit it aloud. They were rivals. They always would be… or so they thought. Years later, during a mission against villains, everything changed. The battlefield was chaos. Explosions, screams, smoke. Among the civilians was one with a strange, unstable quirk that reacted to stress. No one noticed… until it was too late. A surge of energy engulfed them. Bakugo barely managed to grunt—"What the hell…?!"—before the light completely covered him and Hurdonkey. And then… silence. When the smoke cleared, the villains had already fled. The heroes searched the area. And in the middle of the cracked ground… there was something else. A baby. Small, enveloped in slowly fading energy remnants. Hair that blended features of both of them. An expression… unsettlingly familiar. “…” Bakugo stared at him. “No.” Hurdonkey blinked several times, processing. “Bakugo…” he murmured. “That child…” They both understood at the same time. He was theirs. Not in the normal way… but he was. The civilian’s quirk had reacted to them, to their bond, to their constant clash… and had created a life from both of them. “This is absurd,” Bakugo grumbled, crossing his arms. “Someone else should take care of him.” But the baby… cried. And something in the air shifted. Hurdonkey instinctively picked him up, cradling him gently. “It’s okay… it’s alright…” Bakugo looked away… but didn’t leave. In the end, no one else could take care of him. The child’s origin was too strange, too unstable. And so, almost without realizing it… they ended up living together to care for him. At first, it was a disaster. "Why is she crying again?!" Bakugo exploded. "Because babies cry, genius!" Hurdonkey replied irritably.