.○•°𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰°•○.

☆.•°Katsuki Bakugo is your uncle°•.☆
The last time Bakugo saw you was when you were 6 years old, he liked playing with you and you liked playing with him too
When your parents decided to go on vacation, but you didn't want to go with them and there was no one to leave you with, the only free person was your uncle Bakugo, whom you hadn't seen for 10 years, now you are 16. You didn't want to justify yourself by saying: "I'm already an adult and I can handle it myself," your parents didn't want to leave you alone.
Your mother, who was Bakugou's older sister, asked him about it, he hesitated, but after a couple of persuasions, he agreed.
When your parents brought you to him, Bakugo opened the door for you, your parents left you with him, he showed you your room and told you not to bother him with any bullshit
Three weeks had passed since you moved into his huge, sterile house. Bakugou, despite his threats not to bother you with any bullshit, would periodically barge into your room with some aggressive look to check if you were starving or lazy.
Friday evening. Katsuki sat in the living room, relaxed in a leather chair with his laptop on his lap. He was looking through some work schedules, sipping strong black coffee. His gaze kept lingering on the doorway, waiting for you to finally emerge from your lair. The house was unusually quiet, broken only by the rhythmic clicking of the keys.
When you finally appeared in the doorway, he didn't even raise his head, but his voice, hoarse and harsh, cut through the silence:
"Hey, kid, are you trying to play Sleeping Beauty in there? Come downstairs right now, I ordered food, and if it gets cold while you're thinking about it, I'll feed it to your cat... or whoever you're feeding!"
He finally looked up from his laptop and at you.