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Kirishima is pissed - well and truly pissed. All he wanted was a nice, relaxing date with his boyfriend, without his nosy classmates interfering, but the universe can’t even give him that.
He keeps one eye on the fallen leaves crunching under his feet as he chases a villain down a beaten park trail. He’d look ridiculous if he tripped and let her get away because he was too stupid to pay attention to where he was running.
Bakugou should be on the other side of the park, chasing her accomplice. The stupid villain duo thought it was a bright idea to kidnap children in broad daylight. Society’s villains are becoming dumber by the day.
The villain is less than five feet in front of Kirishima. He’s gaining on her and she knows it. She stops running and drops into a fighting stance, not moving until Kirishima gets closer. Kirishima hits his hero pose with a smirk. He’s been training with Bakugou recently. There’s no way this villain’s quirk can break through his hardening.
The villain throws him for a loop when, instead of fighting, she claps her hands together. A glowing ball of sparking light appears between her hands when she parts them. She thrusts the ball at Kirishima before he processes what’s happening. Acting instinctively, he snatches the ball out of the air, tightening his fingers reflexively.
He takes a moment to study the ball. It looks like light, but it has weight, almost like a tennis ball. Unless the police need it for evidence Kirishima will bring it back to UA for his teachers to look over. His attention isn’t off the villain for more than a few seconds, but she’s gone when he looks up.
He sighs, dejected, and walks back the way he came. There’s no point in going after the girl. She could be anywhere in the park by now. He tucks the ball under his arm to keep it away from prying civilians. Surely, someone will want to poke around with it when his back is turned.
Kirishima debates whether he should visit Recovery Girl when he and Bakugou get back to UA. The villain’s quirk didn’t seem to do anything to him upon contact, but its effects might show up later. He doesn’t want to deal with the paperwork involved with a quirk accident, so he won’t say anything unless something out of the ordinary happens.
By the time he emerges from the trees near the parking lot, Bakugou already has his villain tied up. He shoves a strip from the bottom of the villain’s shirt into her mouth to stop her angry tirade. It isn’t his fault she and her partner chose to kidnap kids in the middle of the day at a busy park. It’s not like he planned to give chase to villains on a weekend.
He leaves the villain tied up as he joins a group of policemen to give his statement. Kirishima hangs his head as he approaches. He’s such an idiot for losing his villain. He’s a hero student. He should be better than this.
“Bakugou, are you hurt?” he asks, stopping a foot behind Bakugou.
Bakugou’s attention switches from the police to Kirishima. “No, are you?”
“No.” Kirishima doesn’t meet Bakugou’s eyes.
“Where’s the villain?”
“She got away.”
Bakugou squeezes Kirishima’s shoulder in silent support. “We’ll find her some other time.” If it were anyone else, Bakugou would explode them if they lost a villain, but he knows it wasn’t because of incompetency that Kirishima lost this one. “What do you have there?” he gestures to the ball of light tucked under Kirishima’s arm.
Kirishima shrugs. “I don’t know. The villain threw it at me before she disappeared. I figured I’d take it back to school for Aizawa or Recovert Girl to check out.”
“I’ll hold it while you talk to the police,” Bakugou offers.
“Thanks, bro.” Kirishima holds the ball of light out.
A bright flash of light erupts from the center of the ball when Bakugou’s hand touches it. Kirishima cries out and slams his eyes shut, trying to block out the blinding light. Bakugou does the same. Kirishima almost tips forward when an unexpected, wiggling weight appears in his arms.
The light recedes. Kirishima and Bakugou gawk at a baby snuggled in Kirishima’s arms. Kirishima instinctively cradles the very naked baby against his chest. Kirishima glances between the baby, who has blond hair tipped with black and vibrant red eyes, and Bakugou, silently asking if Bakugou sees it too.
“I see it,” Bakugou says.
Kirishima wants to panic, but as a hero student, he needs to keep his head. Freaking out isn’t safe for the baby. Luckily, Bakugou reaches the same conclusion. Right now the baby is awake and happy. Bakugou’s explosions or shouting could make this situation take a nosedive.
“We really fucking need to talk to Aizawa immediately.”
“Uh-huh,” Kirishima mumbles, stunned. The baby wiggles. Kirishima tightens his hold so she doesn’t fall. “I - uh - I need to talk to the police.” He holds the baby out towards Bakugou. “Hold this, please.”
Bakugou backs away, horrified. “I can’t hold it! I don’t know what to do! What if I drop it?”
“Just hold her like this.” Kirishima places the baby in Bakugou’s arms and maneuvers him until the baby is safe. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He gives Bakugou a shaky smile before walking away.
Bakugou looks everywhere but at the baby, not moving a muscle, not even when her chubby fingers grab his hero costume and tug. He shoves her into Kirishima’s arms as fast as he can once he returns. “Take this back!”
“What do we do with her?”
“Don’t ask me! I guess we can take it back to UA and give it to Aizawa. He’ll know what to do with it.”
Kirishima nods his head, trying to calm his raging nerves. “Yeah. Yeah, that works. Aizawa is an adult. Adults know what to do with babies.”
Bakugou stalks past Kirishima and starts packing up the remnants of the ruined picnic they left behind when they gave chase to the villains. Kirishima sits on the grass, holding the baby. She looks at Kirishima with beautiful red eyes that match Bakugou’s perfectly. Kirishima shoves the beginning of a horrifying thought away.
He tried to hand the baby off to the police, but they claimed she was Kirishima and Bakugou’s responsibility because she appeared during a villain attack they dealt with. The excuse doesn’t make sense. Why would the police trust a random baby with two teenagers rather than adults who are trained to deal with the public?
Bakugou tosses their picnic blanket by Kirishima’s crossed legs. “Cover the damn thing with this.” He slings the picnic basket onto his arm and stomps away. “Hurry the fuck up so we can give the thing to Aizawa and be rid of it.”
Kirishima doesn’t know how to correctly wrap a baby, but he does his best. The baby looks like a rumpled pile of clothes, but at least she isn’t naked anymore. It’ll do until they get back to UA.
He coos to the baby as they walk. She gurgles and wiggles until one of her arms is free. Kirishima tickles her chin and she wraps her stubby fingers around his pinky. Her strength surprises him. “Katsuki, we need to talk about this before we go to Aizawa.” He rocks the baby. She’s not fussy, but he needs something to occupy his mind.
“Why the fuck would we do that?”
“Doesn’t this baby look kind of similar to someone you know?”
“No,” Bakugou snarls. “Stop talking. I don’t want to think about the little shit. Aizawa will find someone to give it to because we can’t give it back to the villain.”
“Katsuki, a ball of light turned into a fucking baby that looks a lot like us! Stop acting like you don’t see the implications of this!”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it, Shitty Hair!”
Kirishima drops the subject. His mind is still racing with the meaning of this baby’s appearance, but he knows his boyfriend well enough to know when he should back off. Everything will be better when Aizawa takes charge.
…
Everything is not better when they get back to school.
First, they narrowly avoid some of their classmates who are also returning to UA. they’ve nonverbally agreed they don’t want to share this predicament just yet. Second, Aizawa is not in his classroom, so they have to sneak the sleeping baby through the halls to the teacher’s lounge, hoping they don’t come across any students doing weekend tutoring with a teacher.
Aizawa listens to a quick explanation of what happened before he whisks them to Recovery Girl. She does multiple tests to determine the origin of the baby, coming to a conclusion that neither Bakugou nor Kirishima is happy about.
“Say that again,” Bakugou orders, praying he misheard Recovery Girl.
Recovery Girl anxiously looks at Aizawa. He frowns and shakes his head. Recovery Girl glares at him. He’s their teacher. Why should she be the one to deliver this news? “Well, I did a DNA test on the baby. She has DNA from both of you. She is biologically your kid - both of yours.”
“What the fuck do you mean it’s fucking ours?” Sparks crackle in Bakugou’s palms as he tries to control his quirk. Kirishima would help calm Bakugou down, but he lost control of his body at Recovery Girl’s words. He’s slumped on the bed of a private room in the infirmary.
From the corner of the room, tucked into a comfy chair, Midnight shushes Bakugou. She calms the fussy baby in her arms by gently swaying. Aizawa brought her in once the baby started crying and none of them could make her stop.
Kirishima drops his head onto Bakugou’s shoulder. “How did this happen? We can’t even have a baby!”
“I do not know for sure. The most I can hypothesize is that the villain Kirishima fought has a,” she looks away from the boys, “baby-making quirk. The ball of light absorbed Kirishima’s DNA when he touched it. Nothing happened until another person also touched it. The ball combined the DNA of the first two people to touch it and created a baby. The quirk doesn’t seem to differentiate between genders. As far as I can tell, the baby is as much yours as if one of you gave birth to her.”
Kirishima loses his fight against his tears. They fall from his cheeks, staining Bakugou’s tank top. “Our lives are ruined! What are we supposed to do with a baby? We don’t know what we’re doing! We’re only sixteen! Not on;y that, but we can’t go to class. We can’t train. We’ll have to drop out of UA! We can’t become Pro-Heroes if we’re worried about a fucking baby! If we have to drop out of school and don’t make it as heroes, how will we take care of a kid?”
Bakugou slaps Kirishima’s cheek to bring him out of his panic. “Stop freaking out, Shitty Hair! This is an easy fix. Aizawa will get rid of it. He can give it to someone - someone who actually wants a kid. We don’t have to keep it. We won’t keep it.”
Kirishima looks at Bakugou through wet eyelashes. “We can do that?”
“It’s what we’re going to do.”
“I urge you to think this matter over before making a hasty decision,” Midnight suggests. “This is your kid.”
“We don’t want a kid.”
“If this is truly what you want, I’ll start searching for a suitable family to take the baby,” Aizawa says. “It will take a few days. You’ll have to care for her until then.”
“We don’t know how to care for a fucking baby! We’ll kill it!”
“I’m sure some of your classmates have younger siblings or cousins. They can help you.”
“Oh, hell, no,” Bakugou spits. “We’re not telling anyone else about this.”
“That’s your choice. However, I can’t excuse either of you from class or training, so I advise you to find someone who can help you.”
“Why won’t you help us, Mr. Aizawa?”
“Do I look like I know how to care for small children? I can barely keep my teenage problem children alive.”
“Midnight?” Kirishima turns his pleading eyes to the other teacher.
“I would love to help you, but I’m afraid I’m too busy. If you need a break. I’m willing to watch her for a bit, but other than that, I’m not available.”
“Fuck.” Bakugou falls backward on the bed. He covers his eyes with his arm, trying to pretend the last hour and a half hasn’t happened.
“How old is she?” Kirishima asks.
“About eighteen months.”
“I wonder why she isn’t a newborn.”
“It’s likely you’ll never know. Not unless the police apprehend the villain who did this.”
“Do you know if she’ll develop like a normal kid? Will she hit milestones like she should? Will she age faster or slower? Will her brain develop faster than her body?”
“We can’t know. I would assume her brain will develop faster than her body. She was “born” at eighteen months, so her brain developed quickly to reach the knowledge of other children her age.”
“We’ll give you a few minutes alone to get acquainted.” Midnight tries to hand the baby to Bakugou. He refuses. Kirishima takes her and cradles her tiny body in his arms. The door clicks as Midnight, Aizawa and Recovery Girl step into the hall to give them the illusion of privacy.
“I have to admit, we made an awesome-looking kid.” Kirishima fondly caresses his daughter’s precious face. Her delicate eyelashes touch her cheeks and her nose is scrunched in her sleep. He’s not ready for a kid but he’s already falling in love.
“ We didn’t make anything. That insane psycho bitch did.”
“Why are you so angry? I’m upset, too, but I’m not pissy. Do you not want to have kids with me? Do you not think we’re going to be together forever? Oh, God. you don’t, do you? That’s what all this is really about! You’re upset because you want to break up with me and now a kid is tying us together for the rest of our lives.”
Bakugou grabs the front of Kirishima’s shirt and pulls him in for a kiss. Kirishima resists the urge to lean into Bakugou so they don’t squish the baby. They are both dazed when Bakugou pulls away. “Do you still think I don’t want to be with you?”
“No.”
Bakugou grits his teeth before tossing his pride out of the window. “If you want kids, I want kids. But not right now. We’re teenagers. We’re not ready for this. I’m trying to be the #1 Hero with you by my side. I can’t do that if we’re raising a kid. You said it yourself, we can’t go to class or train with a baby to take care of. Besides, kids are a liability for heroes. She’ll be in constant danger.”
“I understand.” Kirishima’s shoulders slump. Bakugou is right, though. They aren’t ready for parenthood. “We should pick a name for her. We can’t keep calling her ‘the baby'.”
“Pick one.”
“Johanna.”
Bakugou looks at Kirishima in disbelief. “I know damn well you did not just name our kid after a musical.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“I like the name and the musical.”
“Change it.”
“No.”
“Shitty Hair, you are not naming our baby after a musical about a homicidal barber!”
“Why do you care? You don’t even want her!”
“Neither do you!”
“You said I could pick the name.”
“That was before I knew you’d pick a stupid name.”
“It’s not stupid. You just don’t like it.”
“That means it’s stupid.”
“Does not.”
“Does too.”
“I already named her. You can’t do anything about it.” Kirishima sticks his tongue out at Bakugou.
“Really?” Bakugou raises one eyebrow.
Realizing the danger he’s placed himself in, Kirishima bolts out of the room and down the hallway, holding Johanna tight against his chest. Bakugou tears down the hallway after him, past their shell-shocked teachers.
“Perhaps letting them care for the kid is a bad idea,” Midnight says.
“There’s nothing we can do,” Aizawa says, fearing for Johanna’s life. “She’s their kid. They can do what they want with her.”
…
It’s pure luck that they make it to Kirishima’s room without being spotted by any of their classmates. There is no privacy when sharing a dorm building with the nosiest twenty students in existence. Someone is always everywhere. You’re never truly alone.
Kirishima leans against the headboard of his bed. Johanna lays on his chest. She seems to like the material of the shirt he changed into. Bakugou, still refusing to be near Johanna, sprawls out on Kirishima’s fuzzy rug.
“This is scary,” Kirishima admits. He’s never been embarrassed to say when he’s scared. It isn’t manly to lie to the people closest to you.
“We’ll get through it, Eijiro. We only have to last a few days, and then things will go back to normal. It can't take that long for Aizawa to find a family for it.”
Kirishima turns on his side and pushes onto his elbow. Johanna slides off his chest and he catches her with one hand and lays her on the bed, keeping one arm behind her so she can’t roll off the bed. “Can we, though? Go back to normal, I mean. You’re not always going to wonder what became of our kid?
“You won’t think about what she’s doing at every moment of the day? You won’t wonder if she grew up to look more like you or me? You won’t want to know what quirk she gets? You won’t ask yourself how her new parents will wrangle a kid with your strong personality? You’ll never think ‘What if?’
Bakugou doesn’t answer. Kirishima didn’t expect him to.
“I’d ask myself ‘what it’ every fucking day,” Bakugou says a few minutes later, surprising himself and Kirishima. He pauses to collect his thoughts. He’s already started, he might as well be honest. “I’d ask myself, what if we kept her and something bad happened because of it? What if she gets kidnapped and we don’t get there in time? What if we’re never there for her mentally because we’re too busy and it fucks her up? What if we keep her and I never become the #1 Hero? What if I ruin her?”
“Ruin her? What is that supposed to mean?”
“You know me, Eijiro. I’m barely boyfriend material. I’m not a good person to raise a kid. I don’t want to mess her up.”
Kirishima reaches his arm off the bed, searching for Bakugou’s fingers. Bakugou allows him to connect their hands. “Neither of us is dad material right now. We shouldn’t have to be at our age. That’s what growing up is for - to experiment and find out who we are. To have time to go through messy and awkward phases so when you want a family, you’re ready for it.
“You’ve already done so much growing up in the time I’ve known you. I know you’ll grow so much more in the future. You may not be ready for this now, but it’s happened. We can let an amazing opportunity pass us by or we can step up and take on this responsibility.”
Bakugou nods, tears in his eyes. “I told Aizawa we want to get rid of it - her - but we didn’t talk. What do you want?”
“I don’t think it’s smart or safe for us to raise a kid now, but I don’t think it will hurt to try it out until Aizawa finds a family. Maybe we can keep her if we can make it work. If there is no way it works out, then we’ll give her up for her sake.”
“I can do that. I’ll try for you. On one condition, we don’t tell anyone. Not even our parents. Not unless we choose to keep Johanna.”
“Okay.” Kirishima tugs on Bakugou’s hand. “We should sleep. We’ve had an eventful day.”
“What do we do with her?”
“I guess we sleep with her. She can’t get into much trouble if we lock the door. If she wakes up, we should wake up too.”
Bakugou rifles through Kirishima’s clothes for pajamas. Johanna is still wrapped in the picnic blanket. He grabs an old, tattered Crimson Riot T-shirt for her to wear. “I swear if the kid pisses the bed, I’ll throw it out the window.”
“Let’s go baby shopping tomorrow unless you want to ask Momo to make everything we need for her.”
“I don’t want anyone knowing about her.”
Kirishima slips the shirt over Johanna’s head. She doesn’t even stir. She’s been dead asleep for a while. It must be a side effect of the quirk. “Okay.”
Bakugou scoots Johanna closest to the wall and takes the middle position. Kirishima wiggles so much in his sleep that it’s dangerous for him to sleep beside a baby. Bakugou doesn’t shift at all. He’s also easier to wake up. Hopefully, if Johanna tries to climb out of bed it will wake him up.
Kirishima wakes up twice throughout their nap. The first time, Johanna and Bakugou are cuddling. He had unconsciously wrapped his arms around her at some point. Kirishima smiles before taking a picture. The scene is too adorable not to.
Kirishima doesn’t need a week to make his final decision about Johanna. The sight of her face smushed into Bakugou’s chest makes his heart ache. He can’t imagine missing more moments like this.
Never would he have guessed he could feel something so strong for someone he’d just met and never spoken to. He and Bakugou are so young, but seeing Bakugou with Johanna feels so right. If Johanna is removed from the picture, everything would be wrong.
Kirishima has known Johanna for less than a day and he already knows he’d die for her.
Bakugou said he’d try to raise Johanna, but it’s unlikely fatherhood will be something he wants long-term. What does this mean for their relationship?
Kirishima’s reasons for wanting to give Johanna up for adoption are his age and lack of childcare knowledge. Bakugou’s reasons are geared toward him losing his chance at being the #1 Hero. Kirishima glances at Bakugou’s sleeping face. Would he give his dream up for the chance at a family?
It pains Kirishima to admit that he doesn’t know.
He could talk about it with Bakugou, but he doesn’t want to cause tension by voicing his thoughts so soon. Even if Bakugou doesn’t want to raise Johanna, Kirishima could do it alone. If Bakugou isn’t prepared for parenthood, then Kirishima can be a single father.
However, trying to raise a kid alone while in a relationship with your boyfriend - the kid’s biological father - when he doesn’t want anything to do with the kid does not seem like a recipe for success.
If Bakugou chooses not to keep Johanna, Kirishima will let her go. It’s honestly the best choice for her. She’ll have a better life with parents who are ready for this commitment. But, Kirishima has spent his entire life putting everyone else first. For once, he wants to be a little selfish.
Does that make him a bad parent? Is he a terrible person for wanting to keep Johanna, knowing her life won’t be easy?
The second he wakes up, his heart almost stops beating.
Johanna is gone and the door is standing wide open. Kirishima throws his blankets off and bolts out the door. He’s only wearing a pair of low-rise sweatpants and his skin prickles from the cold. He creeps down the hall, hoping Johanna hasn’t gone very far.
He searches every floor until he comes to the common floor. He sags in relief when he steps off the elevator. Johanna is on the floor of the common room. She wraps Shinsou’s capture scarf around her neck and head, giggling as she does.
Shinsou watches over her from the couch. Kaminari is draped across his lap, snoring loudly. Shinsou looks up when Kirishima enters. “Is this yours?” he gestures to Johanna.
Johanna’s eyes widen when she sees Kirishima. She struggles to unwind the scarf from her body. “Dada!”
Kirishima’s jaw drops. His daughter spoke for the first time. Shinsou is equally shocked - for a different reason. He was only joking when he asked if the kid was Kirishima's. He never expected this development.
Kirishima squats in front of Johanna, helping untangle her from the scarf. “You know who I am?”
“You’re Dada.”
“That’s right! Very good. I am Dada. Why aren’t you in bed?” The question is rhetorical, but Johanna surprises him again.
“Was bored.”
Recovery Girl estimated Johanna’s age to be around eighteen months. Kirishima doesn’t know much about eighteen-month-olds, but he would guess Johanna’s pronunciation and vocabulary far exceed other children her age.
“You need to come back to bed.” Kirishima doesn’t know what time it is, but despite his nap, he’s exhausted.
He picks Johanna up and settles onto the couch near Kaminari’s feet. Shinsou has been staring at him like he has two heads, so it can’t hurt to indulge him. “I can see the gears turning in your head. Go ahead, ask your questions.”
“What the fuck?”
“That wasn’t a very first good question. Try again.”
“Who’s kid is that?”
“Mine.”
Shinsou stares at Johanna and then at Kirishima, looking for similarities. “Who’s the mom?”
“Bakugou.”
“What the fuck?”
That’s the second time Shinsou has said that in ten seconds. Kirishima is going to start a count. “It’s hard to explain. Earlier, Bakugou and I were on a da - on a snack run, and encountered two villains. I went after one and she threw this ball of light at me. I caught it to bring it back for Recovery Girl to examine. When Bakugou touched it, it turned into this kid.”
“How do you know she’s yours?”
“Recovery Girl did tests. She said the villain has some sort of reproduction quirk. The ball of light absorbs the DNA of the first two people to touch it, then transforms into a human with the combined DNA of them. Biologically, Bakugou and I are her dads.”
“Holy shit. What are you going to do?”
“We don’t know. We’re a little overwhelmed.”
“I can imagine.”
“Why are you up?” Kirishima asks, changing the subject.
“I couldn’t sleep. Denki found me a few hours ago.”
“How long has Johanna been with you?”
“Johanna?”
“Don’t judge. Answer the question.”
“Not too long. Maybe thirty minutes.”
“Why didn’t you alert your dad? A random kid in the dorm isn’t normal.”
“She couldn’t have wandered in from outside. I assumed someone would eventually look for her - and you did.”
“Please, don’t tell anyone about this. Not even to your boyfriends. We’re not ready to reveal our relationship, let alone a kid.”
Shinsou chokes on the air. He takes a few deep breaths. “You and Bakugou are dating?”
Kirishima runs a hand through his hair, bashful. “For six months. He wanted to keep it lowkey.”
“Your secret is safe with me - both of them.”
“And me,” Kaminari raises his hand.
“How long have you been awake, you little eavesdropper?” Kirishima teases. He doesn’t mind if Kaminari knows about Bakugou or Johanna. He won’t tell anyone.
“Just now. I don’t know what secret I’m keeping, but I’m keeping it very valiantly.”
Kirishima ruffles Kaminari’s hair as he stands. “Thanks, Kaminari. You’re an awesome best bro.”
“I know,” Kaminari mumbles before falling asleep again.
Shinsou fondly looks at Kaminari. He runs his fingers through Kaminari’s hair. A pang of jealousy runs through Kirishima at the blatant show of affection. He wishes he could be more openly affectionate with Bakugou. Bakugo isn’t comfortable with people knowing his personal business, so Kirishima refrains from doing or saying anything that would give their relationship away.
Kirishima takes Johanna back to his room. Bakugou has rolled over in his sleep. Luckily, Kirishima leaving the room didn’t wake him up. He won’t be happy if he finds out Shinsou knows about them.
Bakugou hates most people but he has an irrational rivalry with Shinsou. Shinsou feeds into Bakugou’s wrath by insulting him whenever he gets the chance. It’s better for everyone if Bakugou never knows what happened in the common room.
Kirishima slips under the blankets, wrapping his arms around Johanna so she can’t escape again.
Bakugou wakes him the next morning. He nudges Kirishima in the side with his foot, his arms occupied trying to keep a struggling Johanna from jumping onto the floor. Kirishima covers his eyes and flops back onto the bed. “What time is it?”
“Six.”
“It’s too early to be awake.”
“Tell that to the fucking kid.” Johanna pouts when Bakugou doesn’t relent and let her roam the room.
“Johanna, it’s too early to be awake. Please, go back to bed.”
“No!”
“Maybe I can leave her with Shinsou for a few hours. He never sleeps so it should be fine, right?”
“I thought we weren’t telling anyone.”
Oops. Kirishima wrings his hands, trying to come up with a believable lie or way to misdirect Bakugou’s attention. He can’t. He’s the worst at being dishonest. “So, you’re not going to like this, but, last night, Johanna snuck out. I found her with Shinsou in the common room. I told him everything.” He winces, waiting for Bakugou’s inevitable explosion. He’d deserve Bakugou’s wrath. Bakugou is trying parenthood for Kirishima and Kirishima paid him back by breaking his one rule.
Bakugou closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Whatever,” he says. “Take Johanna to Shinsou now. I have to do my run.”
“I’ll go with you,” Kirishima offers. He isn’t normally awake when Bakugou goes running, but he enjoys it every so often.
Bakugou shakes his head. “Not today, Eijiro. I need some time to myself. There’s a lot I need to think through.” He kisses the top of Kirishima’s head as he stands from the bed. “We can meet up for lunch at the cafe down the street, though.”
Bakugou rifles through Kirishima’s drawers for running clothes as Kirishima hunts down Shinsou to pass Johanna off.