No, Because Imagine Being Married To Katsuki, And His Mom Doesn't Like You.

father daughter bonding time

If you havent done this yet can you do a scenario or headcanons with bakugou and an s/o who texts him in the middle of the night with random questions (i.e "What if aliens invaded?" "Do pigeons feel emotions")? Thanks!

- ok so, at first, he would think you are the dumbest mf on this planet, would tell you to go back to bed, all that jazz

- but why would you ever stop that? that’s so boring /3 

- so you push forward, keep asking- you hope he eventually comes around!

- and then he does

- the first one he responds to is ‘why didn’t the 3 little piggies build a house underground?’

- ‘you saw them, they build houses out of fucking hay and twigs, dunce face has more braincells than the three combined. i think that’s an answer enough’ 

- seeing him respond? you nearly jumped for joy

- since i’m hitting a bit of a dead end, here’s a few of those interactions?

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI SOFT HEADCANONS

content warning: none. boom-boy deserves something soft.

you know those types of bf that bullies you?

yep. i headcanon bakugou as someone like that

he loves seeing the way your nose would scrunch and eyes shining, working on how to outsmart and retaliate

but he also knows your boundaries

he knows when enough is enough and which hurts you

he a soft boi behind closed doors

he's proud of you

number 0 fan

acing a quiz? his treat. passing an exam? homemade food for you. flipping off some jerks? you get a one week bento from him

likes cute café dates, movie dates, lunch dates but, a sucker for museum dates

let's hush-hush because he also loves home dates

there's something about knowing you, knowing how you treat other people that makes his heart clench, seeing how you prepare for your dates together

he doesn't like holding hands but, he LOVES LOVES LOVES it when you hold onto his arm or biceps

his heart clenches when he feels you squeezing or gripping it tight

loves being showered with kisses and hugs

kiss him on the nose, boop his nose, bite his nose

boom-boy melts like a putty on your hands

i headcanon him as someone who listens to k-indie and k-rnb songs, when the world is sleeping and it's only him that's awake

you caught him listening and humming to hoppipolla's your ocean when you woke up after an intense review session with the bakusquad

kicks you out of the kitchen but when you whine that you want to watch him cook, he slowly gives in

he can't resist the determined look in your eyes

"it tastes good. i made sure to get the exact brand of the ingredients."

he introduced you to his parents and Papa Bakugou was almost in tears when you slowly smiled at them, thanking them for bringing Katsuki in this world

he may be a menace but, you accept him

Mama Bakugou takes you out on dates too! buys you clothes and designer items just because she can and would get pouty when you turn her gifts down

when you both get into an argument and it gets heated, he won't try to fix it the same day because of y'alls temper

he would wait out until you're both in the right headspace to talk about it

"i'm sorry if i said those words to you. i never meant to hurt your feelings. i promise i won't do it again. but, you also hurt me when you told me that you don't trust me at all due to my quirk. we both know it's not a good thing when we argue in public. our relationship should be the both of us. it's not a group project where we need to involve other people."

you both apologized to each other and made amends

you also apologized to your classmates who was present when it happened

the type of bf who would let you do what you want to do while watching you fail at it

he's still bakugo katsuki, a menace

but he's your menace

Ashido: I cannot for the life of me remember why I am holding this rabbit.

Source: Texts From Last Night

BNHA Boys Holding Your Hand

Katsuki Bakugou

Hand Holding Type: 2

rubs little circles with his thumb on the back of your hand

feeling tight because it’s his way of keeping you close

the tighter he holds you, the more likely you’ll stay

this applies to everything else as well

he wants to make sure everyone sees that you’re his and only his

also that he’s proud to let the world know you’re together

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FLORA IM HAVING KATSU BRAIN ROT AGAINN when do i not tbh

can i pls get katsu fluff in which reader tells him she doesn’t want to pursue being a hero but wants to become an actress?? she's from hero course

and just that she's super nervous that he'll think lowly of her now cause she doesnt want to pursue being a hero tho he is vvvvvv supportive?????

also they are in their second year

THANK U I LOVE U 😩😍💘🥵

I'm sorry for the wait bby I hope u like this I love u so much ♡

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elysian (bakugo x reader)

synopsis : reader is a 2nd year student at UA who wants to be an actress instead of a pro hero, she's afraid katsu will reject her for having different ambitions than him

infos : afab! reader

masterlist | rules | requests open | prompt list

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ꕥ okay so

ꕥ you were a part of UA's hero course, I'm class 1-A

ꕥ you and bakugo first got closer because the two of you shared the dream of becoming a pro hero

ꕥ and he fell in love with your ambition and constant optimism as regards of you two becoming successful and fulfilled pro heroes

ꕥ but acting has always been an important part of your life, you were a theatre kid after all and enjoyed being in the spotlight, giving life to a written character

ꕥ katsubabe knew about this because he always tried his best to attend each of your representations but he did not suspect the fact that this could be your dream career

ꕥ therefore, you were terrified at the idea of telling him you were planning on leaving UA for a prestigious acting school you just received an acceptance letter from

ꕥ standing in front of your computer screen, enthralled at the "Congratulations !" bold message at the beginning of the letter, you could not fully appreciate the mail you've been expecting for weeks because katsurat was on your mind

ꕥ so many questions were popping up inside your head, overwhelming you and making your heart clench in your chest

ꕥ "Would he break up with me if he find out ? Either way, you have to tell him Y/N, how can your relationship be healthy if you're not truthful ? He's always been honest with you, do the same ! Oh my god, what if he makes fun of me ? What if he thinks I suck and rejects me ? WHAT IF HE NEVER TALKS TO ME AGAIN ???"

ꕥ just the idea made your eyes water and as things could not possibly get worse, you heard the door open

ꕥ it was katsushi.

ꕥ "Y/N I hope you did the maths homework as I told you to when I left, like 20 minutes ago- YOU DID NOT EVEN START YOU LAZY A$$ I CAN'T BELIEVE IT- the fuck is going on with your face bro ?"

ꕥ yeah he saw you crying

ꕥ he wrapped his arms around you, you hugged him back, and let the bottled up mix of stress, fear of failure and excitement get out through your eyes

ꕥ once you've calmed down, he carries you bridal style from your desk to your bed and sits you down on it, facing him, waiting for you to explain :

ꕥ "please don't make fun of me suki", "I can't promise you that" he replies with a smirk this cocky mf

ꕥ you tell him how being an actress has always been your dream, how happy you felt on stage and how you thought that was where you truly belonged

ꕥ "why the fu￠k were you crying then dumbass, that's cool"

ꕥ "you think it's cool"

ꕥ "bro why wouldn't I think it's cool, we'd make a super hot couple. Me a powerful pro hero and you a world-famous sexy actress" he says kissing your forehead

ꕥ "I thought you'd be disappointed in me or that you'd get mad at me for dropping the hero course" you admit shyly

ꕥ "You're so f-ing stupid sometimes Y/N, just tell me the s#it next time alright ? Pursue your dreams dummy"

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A/N : katsu is down bad for u my love and don't hesitate to tell me if you like my new theme x

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Late Night Music (Bakugo x Reader) Fluff

Woah! Did you read that right? Am I back posting fanfics after 3 years? Sadly yes….but don’t expect a lot from me I just wrote this to make me feel better and I wanted to share so here you go.

Contains: Fluff, Bakugo bad with feelings, slight cursing, mutual pinning.

Heavy footsteps banged their way down the hallway of the UA dorms. They would think it was annoying and unnecessary to any outsider, but it was necessary.

For weeks this has been going on. The heavy footsteps, the yelling, and the oud earthquake slam of a particular blonde dorm room. Loud music poured from the speakers as the heavy footsteps paced back and forth.

The blonde was frustrated.

Of course, anyone that knew him also knows that Bakugo Katsuki did have a short temper. Even the Crinkling of a plastic water bottle can set him off. But this wasn’t some meaningless pet peace he was thinking about. No, it was something much worse. It was something he had no chance against.

‘It was you.’

Bakugo couldn't figure it out, and, as a result, it only made him even more furious. He knew it had to do with his emotions towards you, and emotions were something Bakugo Katsuki was not good at. How was he supposed to explain the heart races, the extra sweaty palms, the shakiness in his voice, and the god damn thoughts plagued with images of you? It disgusted him how his brain mapped out every detail of your face and figure. How those thoughts came in the full blast late at night and not in the appropriate way makes him feel like the biggest perve.

If he wasnt careful, then he would be just like his classmates. What were their names again? Pikachu and Grape Face? It didn't matter to him, but like hell, he was going to be a perve like them. But no one will find out, and he made sure of that. He was going as far as to give you the harsher treatment whenever you were around him, such as snapping at you. Making fun of you and calling you names like a child would do. In his eyes, it was a perfect plan, nothing would go wrong, and no one will find out. However, he didn't know that his classmates were more intelligent than he thought. They were catching onto his plan.

The game of cat and mouse had to end at some point, Bakugo knows that, and in conclusion, he tried to stall the game from ending so he didn't have to come up with the ending solution he was terrified of. To which he denies it. Bakugo didn't want to think of him as soft. Thinking about relationships and stupid pinning crushes was not in his book for being Number 1. He keeps telling himself every time he sees you.

He doesn't like you, and you’re nothing special to him; you're just some extra that he needed to pass to be the best.

‘But you arent some extra.’

You were so much more than that. You held your own against him and knew what to say to help the people around you. You are the definition of selfless, and if he looked in a dictionary, your face would be there with the work selfless in black font, as well as beautiful and angelic,c, but like hell, he’ll admit to that, he doesn't even remember a time you thought about yourself. It was your greatest strength, and it was also your biggest weakness.

There would be times you stressed yourself out too much over others, and it worried him. No one else saw it, but he knew how much toll it had on you. How you would hide that exhausted look with a smile. Or how you would sometime cry in private because you were holding a lot on your shoulders, and it felt suffocating. He would never judge you on your outburst; in his face, he was quieter happy he was the only one that knew about them, and you trusted him not to hit a low blow and make fun of you for that. Even he knew what you were feeling, and he gets it. You were indeed a hero, inside and out, making Bakugo fall even more for you.

Bakugo let out an exhausting groan as he flopped his body onto the bed, and he shifted his position to look at the ceiling. Pulling up his phone, he switched it over to his playlist and scrolled to a few songs to ease his nerves. Nothing like a little soft rock to help ease his mind. The downing question rang in his mind;

Should he ask you out?

Was it time to start putting a move on you? Did he sink that low for you to make him come up with this solution? He cants just say right out to you that it wouldn't make sense, and it was way too embarrassing for him to even think about what he was going to tell you. Maybe he’ll just slide it into a conversation while in training. Say something along the line of helping you out with your new moves and then taking you out.

No, that was stupid. If he's going to do it, he's just going to say it. He’s a Bakugo, for christ's sake, and a Bakugo never does stuff half-ass. It shouldn't be that hard. Just say, “Do you want to go out sometime?” plain and simple.

*Knock Knock*

Bakugo let out an irritated growl and pushed himself up. The nerve some people had, don't they see he’s busy with some important stuff? He swung his legs over his bed and walked to his door Bakugo’s face scrunched up as he made his way to the door, swinging the door open about to snap before he saw your kind eyes looking back at him, and it made him choke.

“Hey, Bakugo, I think you left this in the gym.” You pulled out his water jug. The faded All Might decals covered by your hands.

“...Thanks…idiot..” he mumbled and saw you perk up, and your smile grew. “Well, ill be going now; see ya in class,” you said, and he watched you start to leave.

Bakugo knew he couldn't let you go like this if a time to ask you in private with no one bothering him was right here and now. “H-Hey, wait, I need to ask you something.”

You stopped and glanced back and watched him waiting for him to continue, but he couldn't. He was stuck in place and at a loss. He had to ask you just a few simple words, and that's it. Opening his mouth, he clenched his fist, and he looked at you with a newfound determination, but it was quickly lost, and he backed up.

“N-Nevermind, go away. I got it,” he said, and you nodded. “Well, if you need anything, let me know~,” you said and walked off.

Bakugo shut his door, and he rested his forehead on the door. He wanted to scream. Or punch something. It was one of the two, maybe a little bit of both. When did he become so..so…pathetic!! He just missed his shot, and now he’s stuck at square one. Slamming his water jug on his desk, his phone slipped off and fell on the floor. Making Bakugo scoffed and reached down picking it up to turn on the screen. Cursing that if he saw a crack on his screen, he would rain hell, only to see the screen scratch-free and a photo of his friends, or random extras, as he would call it, on his phone, and he stopped before he sighed. Well, drastic times come for some… extreme measures.

Sliding his thumb on the screen, he pulled a familiar group chat that he refused to participate in, but they kept adding him back. Seeing the group chat still alive and littered with random Tik Toks and memes, Bakugo began to type;

“I need you, dumbasses, to help me ask Y/N out.”

1a girls doodles :3

Uppies!

b.katsuki / f.reader

genre: domestic, husband!bakugou, wife!y/n

warning(s): mizusu is babie, she throws a lil tantrum- but nothing daddy can't fix

w.count: 3k

synopsis: katsuki comes home early to relieve the babysitter hired to take care of mizusu. you come back home to your daughter sitting on her father's hip and listening to kiddy music with dinner on the stove. katsuki realizes just how warm his two girls make him.

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a/n: ive been stressed and i think bringing mizusu, the beloved baku-child, back will make me feel better. bc she's precious. she's still a lil bab in this one :D

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It was just after noon when Katsuki's mobile started to violently ring in his pocket. It was a special ringtone he set to be horrendously obnoxious so it'd gain his attention every time it went off. He knew who was calling before he could even dig the device out of his pocket because of it. He only briefly looked at the caller ID every time out of pure habit.

-Zusu's Sitter-

He only barely clicked his tongue, half expecting this phone call at some point today. He swipes his thumb across the screen then presses the phone to his ear.

"Tapping out, kid?" He holds no teasing or malicious tone, it was more like a statement he was finalizing before the person on the other end spoke.

Katsuki and yourself had hired a babysitter for the days you and he both had to work and couldn't easily get out of it or swap out between morning and afternoon shifts. You had hired some teenager who was looking for experience in childcare as well as make a quick buck during breaks between terms. However, this morning when they showed up after you had already left for you, they didn't look the best.

They had reassured Katsuki that they could work and that they were just experiencing a small head cold, maybe even something as unremarkable as allergies. Though, the parent in him kicked in and made the teen promise to call him if their fever spikes up. Both for the teenagers sake and for the fact he didn't want his little one-year-old daughter catching a fever either.

On top of that, he gave them specific instructions to call him instead of you.

Compared to him, you've been practically pulling your hair out trying to adjust back into your work life. Even though your maternity had been up for a while, you had been doing exclusively desk and paper work for your agency- still a bit too paranoid about going back into the field now that you were out of practice. You had only recently put that hero suit of yours back on and started back on daily patrols in different city limits and sectors.

He didn't want you rushing home in a frenzy because your daughters babysitter was sick. Katsuki could just walk out of his agency, saying his daughter's sitter was out of commission and he wouldn't even be slapped on the wrist the next day.

"I'm very sorry, sir!" The teen practically cries into the line. "I really thought I could go all day, but my fever jumped out of no where and I don't want Mizusu getting sick because of me."

Katsuki breathes out of his nose as he raises from his desk. He looks at the clock hanging on the wall that read 12:04, although if memory serves that clock was a bit slow.

"It's fine," he huffs, but still not really annoyed. He grabs a sticky-note pad from the corner of his desk and starts scribbling on it as he speaks separately into the phone. "Go ahead and put Zusu in her play pen for now, but wash your damn hands before you touch her. Keep her there until I get home," he rips the top sticky-note off and flips it over to the hero who sat in front of him in their own little desk space. "Even if she starts fussing, don't take her out; she'll be fine."

"Of course. I'll keep my contact with her to an absolute minimum!"

"Good," the hero who read his note gave him a cheeky thumbs up and he rolls his eyes in return before he's kicking his gauntlets, that had already been discarded since their too bulky to wear at a desk, under his desk. They're hidden further under the wood when he pushes his chair forward to join them under the desktop with his foot. "I'll be there in 15."

He ends the call and is already in the changing room of the agency as as he starts peeling his hero suit off. Normally, cutting work short would annoy him. But whenever it's about you or Mizusu, he can't bring himself to grimace at the early self-dismissal.

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The outside sounds of cars and general white, background noise all fades into nothing as the front door of Katsuki's home he shares with you and his little girl shut behind him. The jangling of his keys was the loudest noise he registered until he hear the small, whiney sounds of Mizusu's fussing further inside.

Katsuki chuckles to himself as he hangs the keys up on the keyring holder beside the door as he heels off his beat up, aged loafers and trots inside. The duffle on his shoulder is filled with his suit and belt, bouncing off his hip as he walked with his hand stuff in his joggers; a habit he's had since middle school he's never been able to break.

Rounding into the living room, he sees his blonde headed daughter in the middle of her playpen, a wall of semi-stable plastic walls to keep her out of trouble, but still a large enough play space for her overwhelming number of toys. On the couch- a decent distance from her- is the sitter, sitting on the cushions and trying to ease his child's tantrum from there.

A fruitless effort, but he gave an A for effort.

"Alright, Girlie," Katsuki speaks towards the fussing toddler while simultaneously announcing his arrival since the sitter obviously hadn't heard him come home at all. "That's enough." And like magic, the fussing died down to a rather pathetic sounding whine. "You ain't fooling anyone with that fake fit," he pulls the duffle strap over his head and off his shoulder to flop onto the living room floor by the couch. The teen sitter stands as he approaches, although a bit unstable on their feet; from the fever he assumes. "You're free to go," he tells them, "need me to call a cab?"

"No sir," they decline politely. "I can make it home just fine." They quickly leave the house, not wanting to raise the possibility of anyone else getting sick- no matter how slim the chance. Katsuki stood at the edge of Mizusu's playpen as she had rocked herself up from her bum to her feet, waddling towards her father before plopping herself back down.

He's quickly disassembling the plastic wall and creating an opening so if she gets back up again, she could waddle closer and reach his legs. Though, she does neither. He stands above her still as she stares up at him. It was like some silent, blonde stare off between father and daughter, but there was no winner or loser.

After what he assumed was approximately 15 seconds, she grew bored and lightly kicked her legs before raising her little arms, that still had their baby chub on them, up towards his towering form.

"Papa, uppies!" Her speech was still somewhere limited, but she knew how to demand being picked up. She was still just a little thing, barely able to understand that she can stomp and wave her arms around at the same time. So of course, her manners- or lack thereof- weren't the best. Although, she was a total sweetheart most of the time.

Katsuki almost rols his eyes at the thought of his mother telling him over and over again how lucky he was that Mizusu was an easy baby. Must've taken after you, rather than him in that department. He smirks at the thought of him always being a little terror back in his young youth.

"Papa!" Mizusu cries again, her little hands opening and closing in urgency. "Uppies!" Katsuki bends his knees, squatting down to get closer to the floor-planted toddler. HIs arms were outstretched, elbows resting on his bent knees.

"What do we say when we want something?"

The little girl dropped her hands before she teetered herself up onto her chubby feet again and waddled between his legs and pushing her hands against his tee clade chest.

"Uppies, please," she whines softly, like she was on the verge of tears. Crocodile tears to be certain. Mizusu was also at the age where she would fake cry to get what she wanted. Although, it never got her far. Both he and you could tell the difference between an attention-seeking cry and a real one.

Though, when his little girl was right in front of him like this, he couldn't help but see your qualities in her. He smiles as he brings his arms down from his knees and lowered his head down to kiss her little forehead. He swoops his arms around to her sides before she was ensnaring her fingers in his tee in preparation to be hoisted up.

He gently stands before he was slotting his arm under his rear, her legs on either side of his chest as she looks up at him. She giggles, finally happy she got what she wanted.

"Good girl," he told her. "Always say 'please' and 'thank you'. That's what mommy tells you to do."

"Thank you, papa!" She speaks far too loudly for being right in front of his face, regardless he smiles at her. She wraps her arms around his neck, resting her face against his shoulder and swinging her little legs behind him. Her heels bounce weakly off his hips, but it almost feels nice since he's always so sore or pensive due to work.

"You're welcome." He pats her back a few times before he's spinning on his heel. "Want a snack?"

"Yes, please!"

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When you came home from work, it was just past five in the afternoon. Seeing Katsuki's car in the drive way, shoes in the entrance, and keys on the holder bewildered you. He was supposed to be home after you today, but he somehow managed to beat you. Maybe he just had nothing left to do at his agency and left early because he was bored, he's done that before.

The faint sounds of music become clearer the further inside you march and before long, you follow the noise into the kitchen. You peek around the corner to see Katsuki supporting Mizusu on one of his jutted out hips. His other hand was stirring something boiling with plums of steam rolling out of a pot on the stove. You couldn't help noticing how far he held Mizusu away from the stove, even turning his chest away so she was as far as possible.

Her hands were above her, one lost within Katsuki's hair the other in the waving towards the fan above the stove you could hear whirring just under the sounds of the music playing from Katsuki's phone.

It was Mizusu's favorite song as of the moment that was playing through the phone speakers. Her small legs bounce in Katsuki's hold and her little heels kicked into his back and stomach, but he acted as if they didn't effect him- and they probably didn't.

When the song ends, she's cheering almost immediately.

"Papa, play again!"

"It'll play again in a second, be patient."

"Am patent!"

When the song picks up again, you suppress a laugh of your at the excited wiggling your daughter kicks up in her father's arm. You would never tell him that you saw him start to lightly bounce on his heels to the familiar rhythm of the children song that probably haunts his dreams.

Your brought out of your little dreamscape by a shrill "Mama!". Your daughter giving you away. Katsuki turns and sends a small glare at you; he would never admit that there was a flush on his cheeks even if you pointed it out to him. You approach the duo and Mizusu was adamant in her new goal of getting out of her father's hold and into yours.

You easily take her, letting Katsuki's arm fall to his side as he set the pot he was stirring down to a simmer and placed a lid over it. He turned around fully to see you nuzzling against against Mizusu's cheeks, making her laugh and weakly push against you to cease your ticklish actions.

His chest felt warm watching you both. Once she 'escapes' your nuzzling rampage, she throws her head down and buries her face into your neck where you then turn your attention to your husband while rubbing her back.

"How'd you manage to get home before me?" You ask and only receive an eyeroll back.

"Wow, welcome home. I missed you today too, babe." You send his eyeroll back to him.

"Hello, Katsuki," you greet before he's kissing your cheek.

"To answer your question, I came home around noon." You gape at him. "Sitter got sick, so I left the agency early." You bounce Mizusu on your chest while he explains.

"Why didn't they tell me? I would've stayed home today."

"They thought they could handle it, but I told them to call me if they couldn't. To their credit, they lasted longer than I thought."

"Katsuki," your tone slightly on the stern side made his shoulder slack.

"I can handle, Zusu. You've been busy gettin' back into the swing of things. You don't need to worry every second of everyday," he tells you while his hands comes up to the small of your back, using his thumbs to rub lightly along your spine. You know he's right, but it's not like you can just turn your brain off. He pushing his lips against your temple before his hand slides down to lightly tap your ass. "Go put, Girlie in her highchair. Our food's done and I'll grab something for her to eat too."

You nod at him, a bit frustrated with yourself, but you knew he was coming from a good place. You take a breath before stretching that smile back on your lips and bringing your daughter away from your neck to look at you.

"You ready for dinner, Zusu?" Her eyes light up. "It's papa's food tonight!" You spin around, as Katsuki shuts the music playing from his phone off, inwardly thanking every god above because the sound of his daughters favorite kiddy song was grating on his very soul.

"Papa's food!" She cheers in repetition. Katsuki watched as Mizusu easily let you settle her into her chair and latch her in before sliding the plastic tray in front of her.

He continues to watch as you walk to the fridge to grab her something to drink- finding the premade bottle of deluded juice Katsuki had set in there earlier to chill- and set it within her grasp. She almost downs all of it before you tell her to not gulp it all because after that juice is empty she's getting water- which she dislikes because it's 'icky'.

And still he watches as you all eat together at the table and talk, even Mizusu as she chimes in with random sounds. Words she can barely say yet, and indecipherable babbles you always nod and agree with that keep her entertained.

"Katsuki?" You call as you reenter the kitchen after setting Mizusu in the playpen where she stares focused on the late night show she always gets to watch before a bath and bed. He hums as he continues to wash the dishes. You come up beside him and he smiles at the small action of your hand coming to rest on his back. "You alright? You've been sorta quiet. I can take Mizusu's next day so you can rest if your tired."

"That's not it, I ain't tired," he tells you as he sets a dish in the opposite side of the sink as it waits to be rinsed of soap suds with the rest of them. "Am I not allowed to be quiet sometimes?" He chides and you scoff at him, pinching against his spine that he just chuckles at.

"I'm just checking on you, hard-head."

"I ain't no hard-head."

"Yeah, tell it to the judge."

"And who's that?"

"Me and Mizusu."

"That would be 'judges', babe; plural."

"Oh shut up," you snort as you start taking the still sud-covered dishes before rinsing them and putting them in the dish strainer. The rest of the chore is finished in a blanket of quiet, ears open for any sound of Mizusu possibly causing mischief just beyond the kitchen.

As you wipe your hands of any remaining water that tries to travel down your arm and off your elbow, Katsuki comes up behind you. Settling his arms on your hips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder and you lean back into him.

"You alright?" You ask him again, much more softly this time and he just lightly hums. It's a lighthearted sound, the sound he makes when he's still too embarrassed to say aloud that he's happy. And he is. He's so happy it hurts and he just wants to soak in it all. In you, in his little Mizusu, in this house.

"I love you... like a god damn lot." You bring your hand up to push his head against the side of yours, cheek pushing against his skull. You take in the lingering scent of last nights shampoo and briefly wonder how his shampoo stays fragrant for so long- or maybe it's just his natural scent. Regardless, it's nice.

"I love you too. Like way more." He scoffs against you.

"Impossible."

"Papa!" Mizusu calls from the living room. He actually laughs lightly against your shoulder, hot air micro-dampening your shirt sleeve and warming the skin beneath before he's kissing it lightly and detaching himself from you.

"Duty calls 'papa'," you tease. He grabs you by sticking his index finger between the fabric of your bottoms and your skin. Yanking you lightly against him, he was urging you to follow him back to the living room with his lips quirked up. His smile was mischievous enough to show his gums, yet he couldn't hide the tenderness in it either.

"You're not free of duty either, 'mama'."

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