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''Sticky Situations and Stone Walls"
In the prestigious halls of U.A. High, Minoru Mineta was infamous for two things: his questionable morals and his Quirk, Pop Off. Most students had learned to keep him at arm's length—some, a full hallway away. But what nobody expected was for him to have a twin brother.
Enter Mamoru Mineta—tall, stone-faced, and emotionally impenetrable. His Quirk, Stonewall, allowed him to generate massive slabs of concrete-like armor around his body, making him a literal and metaphorical brick wall. He walked into Class 1-B without a word, instantly drawing attention. Not for being flashy—but because of how normal he was.
Rumors flew.
“Wait, he’s Mineta’s twin?!”
“Are we sure? Maybe he’s just cursed to look like him.”
“Plot twist: Mineta is the evil twin.”
Unlike Minoru, Mamoru didn’t chase girls—he didn’t chase anything. He followed the rules. He trained harder than anyone. He rarely spoke, but when he did, it hit like a punch to the gut—blunt, honest, and painfully grounded.
Minoru hated him.
Well, kind of.
Okay, not really.
Because despite the endless teasing, the girls fawning over Mamoru, the constant comparisons—Mamoru always had his back. He never joined the others in mocking Minoru. In fact, he defended him. Quietly. Behind the scenes.
One day, when Mineta got caught peeking again and was nearly expelled, Mamoru stepped in.
“He’s stupid, not evil,” he said calmly to Aizawa. “Let me handle it.”
Aizawa blinked. “You want to vouch for him?”
Mamoru nodded. “He’s my idiot. I’ll keep him in check.”
And he did. Kinda. Sorta.
There was something oddly wholesome about seeing the two walk side-by-side: one a walking disaster with grapes for hair, the other a towering fortress of chill. They bickered like fire and ice. But when a villain attacked and Mamoru took a hit to shield his brother, something shifted.
Minoru realized: his brother wasn’t trying to change him.
He was just trying to protect him.
Can you make a fanfic that Reader is married to Bakugo and that she's pregnant. And that bakugo's parents are going to sleep over for the past next days due to the due date being so close. Bit midway the dinner, her water breaks. Or that in the middle of the night she gets up to get a glass of water because she's thirsty, and Mitsuki walks down a bit after her. And scares Reader, making her drop the glass of water to the ground. And it makes it look like her water broke, but it didn't. And then like 2 minutes after the rest of them come downstairs due to the noise, and think that her water broke, but Mitsuki reassures them that reader just dropped a glass of water, But then Just as she says "Water" Reader's water actually breaks.
Water, Water Everywhere
It was a peaceful evening at the Bakugo household. The warm glow of the kitchen lights illuminated the room where Bakugo and his wife, the reader, sat with his parents. The two had invited Mitsuki and Masaru over for the night—mostly because the due date for their first child was fast approaching. Bakugo wasn’t exactly the warm and fuzzy type, but he was fiercely protective of his wife and wanted to ensure she had all the support she could get, even if it meant tolerating his parents' presence for a few days.
Reader was sitting comfortably beside Bakugo, resting her hand on her growing belly. The baby kicked gently as she absentmindedly traced circles on her bump. She couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed; the due date was coming closer and closer, and it seemed like everyone around her was holding their breath in anticipation.
“Do you need anything, sweetie?” Mitsuki’s voice cut through the air like the comforting warmth of tea. She was a little too excited about the upcoming birth.
“I’m good, just a little tired.” Reader smiled at her, the exhaustion clear in her eyes but her tone light.
Mitsuki’s eyes softened with sympathy, but she quickly pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and set it down in front of Reader. “Stay hydrated, my dear. It’s important.”
"Yeah, don't make me worry," Bakugo grumbled from his seat across from them. "I swear, if anything happens to you, I’ll—"
“Don’t finish that sentence, Katsuki,” Mitsuki interrupted, rolling her eyes as she gently swatted her son’s arm.
They all chuckled, and the evening continued on, filled with lighthearted conversations and the gentle clink of plates and silverware. But as the night wore on, Reader's fatigue began to catch up with her. She stood up slowly, excusing herself as she made her way toward the kitchen. She was parched. The baby was pressing against her stomach in a way that made her feel like she couldn’t drink enough water.
She quietly filled a glass and took a long sip, leaning against the counter for a moment as she tried to steady herself. Her body was heavy, and the baby’s movements felt more intense than usual. Just as she was about to turn around, she heard soft footsteps coming from behind her.
Startled, she spun around, the glass of water slipping from her hand and shattering on the floor.
"Ah!" she yelped, hands flying to her mouth in surprise.
Mitsuki, who had entered the kitchen right behind her, blinked in confusion. She hadn’t expected to see her daughter-in-law quite so jumpy. “Sweetheart? Are you alright?”
The crash had been loud enough to stir everyone else upstairs, and within moments, Bakugo and his father appeared at the doorway of the kitchen.
“What the hell was that noise?” Bakugo growled, his voice sharp and full of concern. His eyes landed on the glass shards and the spilled water, and his posture immediately tensed. “Did… did your water break?”
Reader froze, her hand still clutching her chest as she stared at the mess on the floor. “I… I don’t think so. It’s just water.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just—” Masaru started, but Mitsuki held up a hand, cutting him off.
“Calm down,” she said, her voice reassuring but firm. “She just dropped the glass. Nothing to worry about. Right, dear?”
Reader nodded, though a small part of her felt a tiny pang of doubt. Had she actually felt something else? Was it possible?
But as Mitsuki opened her mouth to finish her explanation, Reader’s body tensed up again, and the unmistakable warmth of amniotic fluid began to trickle down her legs.
Mitsuki’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh my god… Did you just—?”
Before anyone could react, Bakugo’s eyes snapped to his wife’s face, then quickly down to her legs. His expression was a mixture of panic and disbelief. “You—your water just broke!” His voice cracked slightly, and it was the first time she’d ever heard him sound genuinely concerned.
“I... I think it did,” Reader said with a shaky breath, her voice betraying her calm exterior.
“Okay, okay,” Mitsuki said, suddenly all business. “Don’t panic. We need to get you to the hospital. Right now.”
Bakugo immediately rushed to his wife’s side, lifting her into his arms with ease. His usual tough exterior was momentarily cracked as he whispered against her ear, “I’m right here. You’re okay.”
Masaru, who was just trying to keep up with the situation, turned to his wife, looking both panicked and impressed. “This is really happening, huh?”
Mitsuki chuckled softly. “Don’t just stand there, Masaru! Get the bags ready, we’re going to be grandparents soon!”
As the chaos unfolded, Reader couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Well… I guess we don’t need a dramatic entrance after all.”
And with that, Bakugo rushed his wife toward the door, eager to finally meet their baby—though he was pretty sure he was going to need a lot of coffee to survive the night.
“Milk Meltdown”
Bakugo x Fem!Reader + Daughter Chaos + Newborn Baby
Genre: Humor, Family, Fluff
Warning: Embarrassment levels are HIGH
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You had just settled into the rocking chair, your newborn daughter latched onto your boob like it owed her money.
It was peaceful. Quiet. Almost too quiet.
Cue your four-year-old, stomping into the room like she owned the place, holding a suspiciously empty juice box.
“MOMMY!” she gasped. “IS SHE EATING YOU?!”
You blinked. “What?”
She pointed, eyes wide in betrayal. “THE BABY! SHE’S EATING YOUR BOOB!”
Bakugo, walking past with a burp cloth, froze in place like a dead NPC.
“She’s not eating me, honey,” you tried to say calmly, even though your soul had left your body from secondhand embarrassment. “It’s called breastfeeding.”
Your daughter blinked. “Like...with milk?!”
You nodded. “Yes. Mommies make milk for babies. It’s how they eat before they can have real food.”
She stared. Then stared harder.
“So you're a cow now?”
Bakugo wheezed from behind the couch.
You glared at him. “Do not laugh. I swear to God.”
He coughed into his fist. “Nope. Not laughing. Totally serious.”
Your daughter looked suspicious. “So when I was a baby, I drank from your boobs too?”
You nodded.
She screamed like she was in a horror movie.
“WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS?! I THOUGHT I JUST ATE APPLESAUCE!”
Bakugo was crying now. Fully crying.
“I’m never drinking milk again,” your daughter declared. “Ever. Never ever.”
“Good,” Bakugo said. “More for the baby.”
She turned to him, dramatic as ever. “Daddy, are your boobs full of milk too?”
You both stared.
Bakugo went redder than his hero costume. “No. No, they are not. And never will be.”
“But you got big ones,” she said, poking his chest.
You immediately whispered, “Rip, bro.”
Bakugo looked like he needed a support group.
---
Later that night…
Bakugo was laying face-down on the couch. “She called me a milk tank.”
“She’s just confused,” you said, cradling your newborn.
“She moo’d at me.”
“She’s four.”
He sat up. “I’m buying a book. No. A chart. A PowerPoint. I’m explaining everything before she thinks I lay eggs next.”
You snorted. “Go ahead. She still thinks babies come out of bellybuttons.”
He froze. “...I need a beer.”
Can you make a story like the one where Mitsuki walked in on reader and Katsuki? <33
"Ground Zero, Meet Grounded"
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Rating: Spicy / NSFW themes (18+) / Humor / Mild embarrassment
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The second his bedroom door slammed shut behind you, Katsuki’s lips were already on yours — all heat and hunger, like he’d been starving all day and you were the only thing on the menu.
“God, I needed this,” he growled against your mouth, hands gripping your hips like you’d disappear if he let go. His body was hot — hotter than usual — like he was running on adrenaline and teenage testosterone.
“You’re so impatient,” you whispered, breathless already as he pushed you back toward his bed.
“You wore that fuckin’ skirt on purpose.”
You smiled, smug. “Maybe.”
He groaned, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth. One hand slipped under your shirt, calloused fingers brushing your bare skin. You barely made it to the edge of the bed before he practically tackled you onto it, his mouth never leaving yours for more than a second.
His weight, his heat, the way he kissed you like he had something to prove — it had your heart pounding and thighs clenching.
“You know how much I’ve thought about this today?” he muttered, voice low and rough as his mouth trailed down your neck. “Couldn’t even focus in training. Fuckin’ Deku almost got a hit in.”
“Oh no,” you teased. “Not Deku.”
He growled and bit your collarbone just hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re such a brat.”
Your laugh turned into a soft moan when his hand slid up your thigh, under your skirt, fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. “Look who’s talk—”
The door burst open.
“Katsuki, dinner’s—”
Mitsuki Bakugo’s voice cut off mid-sentence.
You froze. Katsuki froze.
“OH MY GOD.”
A beat.
Then:
“MOM, GET OUT!”
Mitsuki was already turning on her heel, shrieking down the hallway. “MASARU! YOUR SON IS DEFILING SOMEONE’S CHILD IN HIS ROOM!”
“Oh my god,” you whispered, mortified, trying to pull your shirt back down and find where the hell your dignity went.
Katsuki looked like he wanted to die. Or explode the entire house. Possibly both.
“I’m gonna burn this whole fuckin’ place to the ground.”
“So We’re Just Gonna Pretend That Didn’t Happen?”
Or: The Morning After Y/N’s Brain Went Rated R in HD
---
The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. The UA dorm was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Suspiciously peaceful.
Y/N strolled into the kitchen in fuzzy socks and a shirt that said “Unbothered. Hydrated. Inappropriate.”
The moment she entered, everyone fell silent.
Mina sipped her smoothie too fast and choked. Kaminari avoided eye contact like she was a tax collector. Momo looked like she had spent the night praying.
Iida actually stood up and saluted her.
Y/N blinked. “...Why do you all look like I committed war crimes?”
“You did,” Jirou said, deadpan.
“You said things,” added Uraraka, blushing furiously.
Y/N grinned. “What, I spoke truth. That movie scene was art. Michelangelo could never.”
“YOU CALLED HIM THE ‘BUFFET OF SIN’,” Kaminari yelled, dramatically flopping on the table.
“‘Marriott of Sin,’ actually,” she corrected. “Don’t misquote my genius.”
Bakugo entered the room, took one look at her, and immediately U-turned out.
“Ohhh no you don’t!” Y/N called after him. “You ran from the boat scene like it personally attacked you!”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
“He’s flustered,” Kirishima whispered.
“‘Flustered’ is generous. Man’s one more spicy scene away from spontaneously combusting.”
Aizawa entered mid-sentence, wearing sunglasses and carrying two coffees.
“If any of you say the word ‘buffet’ today, I’m deducting hero points.”
Y/N raised a hand. “Does it count if it’s in context—”
“NO.”
---
Later That Day – In Class
Todoroki turned to Y/N quietly.
“…You said that if your partner doesn’t make you ‘reconsider religion’—what did that mean?”
Everyone around them stopped breathing.
Y/N turned slowly, sipped her water like it was tea, and said:
“It means, Shoto… that there’s a type of intimacy that feels like you got spiritually suplexed by an angel. And you ascend a little. Like… you see your ancestors clapping.”
Todoroki nodded seriously. “That sounds… intense.”
“It’s the goal, my guy.”
“Is that a normal expectation?”
“For me? Absolutely. If I’m not crying and making dolphin noises, what are we even doing?”
From behind them, Jirou whispered, “I need a therapist and a new school.”
---
Lunch Time – Revenge Plots & Regrets
Bakugo finally confronted her while they were eating lunch.
“You just had to run your mouth, didn’t you?”
Y/N blinked innocently. “I run my mouth all the time. You’ll have to be more specific.”
“In front of everyone?! While the screen was still fogged up?!”
“Would you rather I waited until after the credits and did a full analysis?”
He glared. “If I ever hear the word ‘spine is decorative’ again—”
“Say it and I’ll Venmo you $5.”
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“I’m an agent of chaos with a subscription to bad decisions.”
Kirishima whispered to Denki, “Honestly, she’s terrifying.”
“...Lowkey kinda hot though?”
“DUDE.”
---
Bonus: Present Mic found out later and just yelled,
“YEAHHHHH!! YOU’RE SPEAKING FROM THE HEART, BABY!”
Midnight has officially claimed Y/N as her “spirit child.”
---
To be continued… if Class 1-A survives her mouth.
Request by anonymous ♡
“UA’s Sex Ed Class — Featuring: Y/N, No Filter, No Shame, No Peace”
or: Why Aizawa Almost Quit That Day
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It was a day like any other… until it wasn’t.
Rumors started circling around breakfast.
“They’re giving us the talk today,” Mina whispered, eyes wide.
“You mean the ‘birds and the bees’?” Kaminari smirked.
“I mean the ‘you’re all future pro heroes and the press is gonna catch you doing something dumb so here’s how not to ruin your career with a sex scandal’ talk,” Momo clarified, already emotionally distressed.
At exactly 10 a.m., Class 1-A was herded into one of the support classrooms. Aizawa was already there, rubbing his temples like he aged 10 years overnight.
Midnight stood at the front in heels and a tight suit, holding a laser pointer and a deadpan expression.
Present Mic was there for emotional support. Possibly emotional damage.
Then it began.
---
“Welcome to the UA Pro Hero Sexual Education & Conduct Course,” Midnight said smoothly.
“Also known as: ‘Keep It In Your Pants Until You’re Off the Clock.’”
Several people choked.
“I’M NOT READY,” Kaminari whimpered.
“Bro, we’re literally built for trauma,” Kirishima whispered back.
“I THOUGHT THIS WAS MATH CLASS,” yelled Iida in horror.
Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting front row, snacks in hand, eyes glowing with danger.
“Oh this is gonna be good.”
---
Slide 1: “Consent Is Sexy.”
“Absolutely,” Y/N said, nodding like she was on a talk show.
“But also—let’s talk about the real danger here.”
Everyone turned.
Y/N stood up and pointed at the projector.
“THIS! FONT! IS! HORRIBLE!”
“It’s giving... Microsoft Word from 2008. I feel like I’m being visually assaulted.”
“Sit down, Y/N,” Aizawa muttered.
“But my eyes have rights too—”
---
Slide 2: “Quirks & Intimacy”
Midnight began explaining how quirks can impact personal relationships and safety.
“So you’re telling me,” Y/N interrupted, “if someone has a lightning quirk and accidentally zaps you in a sensitive zone, it’s technically a workplace hazard?”
Denki went red.
“I’VE NEVER— I— I MEAN—”
“I’m just saying, bro,” Y/N added, shrugging. “Charge up the wrong spot and someone’s getting CPR.”
“Y/N,” Aizawa growled.
“Oh my god,” whispered Uraraka, curling into herself.
---
Slide 3: “Hero Image & Scandals”
Midnight: “As heroes, your personal lives may become public. So being recorded in compromising situations—”
Y/N raised her hand.
Everyone held their breath.
Midnight sighed. “Yes, Y/N?”
“What happens if a scandal boosts your popularity? Like, what if I pull a full ‘celebrity tape leak’ and end up getting sponsored by a mattress company?”
Aizawa stood up and left the room.
No explanation.
---
Slide 4: “Protection & Responsibility”
They passed around “educational materials.”
Y/N held up a condom and stared at it like it was an alien artifact.
“Do these come in glitter?”
“No,” Midnight said without looking up.
“They should. Missed marketing opportunity. ‘Safety, but make it sparkly.’”
Kaminari wheezed.
“Also this thing looks like a sad balloon. If you blow it up and let it fly, does it scream like a dying rubber chicken?”
She tried.
It did.
---
Slide 5: Questions & Open Discussion
“Absolutely not,” Iida said immediately.
“I have one,” Y/N grinned.
“No,” Todoroki said flatly, before she could speak.
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”
“You were gonna ask if quirks can be sexually transmitted,” he said without blinking.
“...Okay first of all, that’s a valid question and I don’t like how quickly you guessed it.”
---
AFTERMATH
The class sat in stunned silence as Midnight wrapped things up.
“Any final takeaways?” she asked sweetly.
Y/N raised her hand and said:
“Yeah. I’m never trusting Denki near a hot tub again.”
Denki: “I SAID I DIDN’T MEAN TO ZAP THAT ONE TIME—”
The room devolved into chaos.
Aizawa never came back.
Rumor says he’s still walking the streets of Tokyo, wondering where he went wrong.
“Y/N vs. The Filter (Spoiler: There Is None)”
or: That Time Y/N Roasted the Entire Class Before Lunch
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It started during homeroom.
Y/N had walked into class, late (again), sipping a suspiciously large energy drink and wearing two mismatched socks and a hoodie that definitely wasn’t hers.
“Morning,” she muttered, plopping into her seat.
Silence.
Aizawa raised a brow. “Y/N. Why are you late?”
Y/N blinked. “Because society.”
“…Try again.”
“Because my alarm went off, and I just didn’t respect it.”
“…One more time.”
“I stopped to watch a pigeon fight a squirrel. It felt important.”
Aizawa sighed. “Whatever. Sit down.”
“Oh, I am sitting,” she said, then looked around the room. “And judging.”
Everyone turned to her.
That was when it began.
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THE NO-FILTER MONOLOGUE
“Denki, you have the fashion sense of a confused lemon. I love you, but why are you wearing two necklaces? Are you dating yourself?”
“Bakugo, I mean this with love — you scream like a dying vacuum cleaner and somehow still pull.”
“Iida, why do you run like someone poured espresso in your engine oil?”
“Todoroki. King. You look like you glitch in real life. Like I stare at you too long and forget my PIN number.”
“Ochako, I adore you, but you sneeze like a cartoon bunny and it freaks me out every time.”
“Sero’s elbows scare me.”
“Sato has main character energy but like, from a sports anime that got canceled too early.”
“Jirou’s music taste makes me feel like I’m about to be stabbed in an emotionally fulfilling way.”
“Momo, your brain is terrifying. I feel like you could invent a murder weapon out of boba tea.”
“Aoyama blinds me once a week. That’s an HR issue.”
“Mina’s energy gives off 'first one to die in a zombie movie but make it iconic.'”
Kirishima: “What about me?”
“You’re too pure. If you ever turn evil, we’re all screwed. You’d kill us and apologize mid-swing.”
Midnight walked in halfway through this and said, “Oh? What’s going on here?”
Y/N turned slowly. “Hi. Love the outfit. You look like if dominatrix Barbie became a pro hero.”
Midnight choked.
Present Mic entered with a coffee and blinked. “Vibe feels chaotic in here. What’d I miss?”
Y/N pointed at him with no hesitation. “You sound like an auctioneer possessed by dubstep.”
“THANK you,” he grinned. “Finally, someone sees it.”
Aizawa, rubbing his temples: “Y/N, what is wrong with you today?”
She sipped her drink. “I had four hours of sleep and a can of something called ‘Monster Lightning Rage X-TREME.’ I can see sound now.”
Bakugo slammed his desk. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”
Y/N turned calmly. “Genetics and unresolved trauma.”
---
Later, in the dorms…
“Do you regret anything you said today?” Uraraka asked.
Y/N paused. “Not even a little.”
“Not even the elbow comment?”
“I meant what I said, Sero’s elbows look like they have side quests.”
Sero: “You know what? Fair.”
---
To Be Continued…
“Chronicles of Chaos: Y/N Edition”
Or: That Time UA Regretted Letting Her Out of the Infirmary
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1. The Great Kitchen Fire (That Technically Wasn’t Her Fault)
It started with a simple craving: pancakes.
It ended with the fire alarm going off, Sato screaming, and Y/N standing on the kitchen counter fanning smoke with a cutting board.
“I said I knew what I was doing!” she yelled over the alarm.
“You poured orange juice in the pan instead of oil!” Sato cried.
“I was improvising! It’s called culinary jazz!”
The microwave exploded.
Present Mic kicked the door open in his pajamas. “WHO SUMMONED ME WITH CHAOS?”
“I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO FLIP ONE,” Y/N wailed.
---
2. The Invisible Wall Incident
Hatsume had been testing a new tech that projected invisible energy barriers.
Y/N, naturally, ran into it face-first with the force of a charging rhino.
“OW. WHY IS THE AIR HARD?!”
“You walked into the new prototype,” Hatsume said cheerfully.
“You should’ve put up a sign!”
“It’s INVISIBLE.”
“I’m suing you for emotional damage and nose betrayal.”
The class watched her dramatically slide down the force field like a tragic soap opera character, leaving behind a forehead print on the invisible wall.
---
3. That Time She Thought a Villain Was a Cosplayer
It was during a field trip.
Y/N wandered off. (Again.)
She came across a guy in a full villain outfit, mask and all, standing ominously in an alley.
“Ooh, your cosplay is AMAZING,” she said, circling him. “Is this original? Or based on some underground manga?”
The villain, confused, hesitated. “Uh… I’m robbing a store.”
“WOW, dedication to the bit!”
“I literally just set a building on fire.”
“You’re really selling it! I can’t even tell if you’re method acting or—WAIT, IS THAT A REAL KNIFE?!”
She came back five minutes later, singed and out of breath.
“Okay so plot twist, that was not a Comic Con side quest.”
---
4. Her Deep, Emotional War With the UA Vending Machine
She was one yen short.
Just. One.
Y/N smacked the machine. Sweet. Nothing.
She begged. It ignored her.
She yelled, “I HAVE SUFFERED FOR THIS SNACK, GIVE ME MY SALTY JUSTICE!”
Bakugo walked by, slapped the machine once, and it coughed out not only her chips, but a second bonus bag.
“I loosened it for you,” Y/N muttered.
Bakugo didn’t even stop walking. “You’re pathetic.”
“I’M THE PEOPLE’S CHAMPION,” she shouted after him, holding both chip bags above her head like trophies.
---
5. The Time She Tried to “Train” the Dorm’s Pet Turtle
Someone brought a turtle back to the dorms. Bad decision. Y/N decided it had “hero potential.”
She built it a cape out of a sock, taped on a cardboard mask, and named it “Shellshock.”
“Today, we conquer the common room,” she whispered to it dramatically.
She tried to make it do laps in the sink.
It turned around and pooped on her hand.
“This is betrayal,” she whispered, looking into its eyes.
Shellshock blinked. Unbothered. Unapologetic.
---
6. Late Night Philosophy (A.K.A. Sleep-Deprived Chaos)
2:39 AM. She wandered into the lounge in fuzzy slippers, wrapped in a blanket, holding a spoon.
Not eating. Just holding it.
“Do you think All Might ever stubbed his toe in his buff form and cried in his skinny form so no one would know?” she asked Kaminari.
“...Go to sleep.”
“Do frogs know they’re frogs?”
“Y/N.”
“Do we all technically taste like chicken?”
“Y/N, PLEASE.”
"Needles & Nonsense"
Summary: Reader’s stubbornness kicks back in, and the adults are not having it
The hospital room was too white.
The walls. The sheets. The buzzing light. It all made your skin crawl. Even worse was the IV line in your arm—a clear tube taped down to your skin like some parasite, slowly dripping fluids into your veins like you were a broken plant.
You glared at it like it had personally insulted you.
You had been stable for two days. That’s what they said. “Stable,” whatever that meant. You still felt like garbage. You couldn’t walk more than five feet without your knees giving out. But that was beside the point.
The point was the IV.
Disgusting. Cold. Invasive. You hated how it felt inside your arm, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. Every few hours a nurse would come by and adjust the bag, and you had to just sit there like a helpless child. It made your skin crawl. You weren’t even scared of needles, not really—it was the being plugged in part that made your chest tight.
And honestly?
You were done.
You looked toward the door. No nurses. No heroes. The hallway was quiet. Probably lunchtime.
You glanced down at your arm.
“This is a terrible idea,” you muttered under your breath.
Then you yanked the IV out.
It came free with a squelch and a tiny spurt of blood, and you slapped your hand over it with a hiss. “Ow, ow, ow—grossgrossgross—”
A few drops of saline hit the sheets as the IV line swung freely like a limp vine. You shoved it aside like it was cursed, pressing a tissue to your bleeding arm.
You felt instantly better.
But the second you relaxed, the door opened.
“…What the hell are you doing?” Aizawa’s voice cut through the air like a whip.
You flinched.
“I was—uh,” you started, hiding the bloody tissue behind your back. “Nothing?”
He strode over in three long steps, eyes scanning the scene. The IV was dangling. The bandage was slipping. Your arm was still dripping faintly.
“You pulled it out?!” he barked.
You winced. “It felt gross, okay?! I’m not a science experiment—!”
“You’re a hospital patient,” Aizawa snapped, grabbing a clean cloth and pressing it to your arm. “This is here to keep you alive. You don’t get to decide to sabotage your care because it’s ‘gross.’”
“I didn’t sabotage anything!” you protested. “I’m just—ugh—it’s my body, let me have some say!”
“You lost that say when you let your body fall apart,” he shot back.
You went quiet.
Aizawa immediately regretted his words. His eyes softened, and his voice dropped. “…I didn’t mean it like that.”
But the silence between you stretched like a cracked window.
“I just…” you said after a while, voice small. “It made me feel like I wasn’t even in control anymore. Like everyone’s poking me and watching me and I’m not even—me anymore.”
Aizawa let out a slow breath. “Okay. Okay. I get it.”
You blinked. “You do?”
“I do,” he nodded. “But that doesn’t change the fact that this is still serious. You need those fluids.”
“…What if I drink more instead?” you offered weakly. “Like, a million electrolytes. And juice. And water. I’ll turn into a human Capri Sun.”
Aizawa gave you the driest look known to man.
“I’m being reasonable,” you added.
“You ripped a needle out of your arm.”
“...Emotionally reasonable, then.”
Before he could reply, the door burst open.
Midnight stormed in, Recovery Girl behind her.
“What happened? The monitor started freaking out—oh my god, what did you do?!” Midnight gasped.
“She pulled out her IV,” Aizawa said, tone flat.
Recovery Girl looked like she might combust on the spot. “You what?!”
“It felt gross!” you shouted, holding your arm like a wounded kitten.
Midnight clutched her head. “You’ve been in this hospital for two days and already started acting like an escaped gremlin.”
You huffed. “I wasn’t escaping. I was... asserting autonomy.”
Aizawa held up the bloody cloth. “With blood loss.”
Recovery Girl marched over and sat you up straighter with surprising strength. “If you do that again, I will have someone sit on you. Understood?”
“...Kinky,” you mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Mmhm.”
Midnight crossed her arms. “Do you hate the needle part or the ‘hooked up to something’ part?”
“…Both,” you admitted. “But mostly the hooked up part. It’s like I’m a USB stick.”
Recovery Girl pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. We’ll switch you to oral hydration and supplements if your blood pressure stabilizes over the next 12 hours. One more dip and you’re getting a double IV.”
You shivered. “Fine. Deal. Oral hydration or death.”
Midnight raised an eyebrow. “Dramatic much?”
“You’re literally talking to someone who steam-bleeds and passed out running down a hallway,” you said, deadpan. “Dramatic is my brand.”
Aizawa exhaled. “I’m too tired for this.”
“I’m tired, you’re just tired of me,” you teased.
He didn’t even crack a smile.
Midnight walked over and ruffled your hair. “Let’s just try to keep the holes in your arm where they belong, yeah?”
You nodded. “No promises.”
“Reader.”
“Okay, okay—I’ll be good. Kind of. Mostly. I’ll aim for like... 70%.”
Midnight looked at Aizawa. “That’s the best we’re gonna get.”
Aizawa just rubbed his temples again.
“The Original Disaster Talk”
Teen!Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo (his mom)
Tags: Humor, Embarrassing Parenting, Family Chaos, Origin Story
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There are a few moments in every man’s life that leave a permanent scar.
For Katsuki Bakugo, age 13, that moment came on a random Tuesday afternoon.
He’d just gotten home from school, stormed upstairs like he always did, and was about to open incognito mode for very educational purposes when he heard the knock.
“Oi, Katsuki,” came the voice of Mitsuki Bakugo, aka his mom, aka a hurricane in heels. “We need to talk.”
Bakugo blinked, suspicious. “About what?”
She opened the door before he could protest.
“You’re gettin’ taller. You’re smellin’ worse. And you’ve been hogging the bathroom like you’re hiding a whole-ass relationship in there,” she said, arms crossed.
Bakugo’s soul left his body. “W-what?! No, I haven’t—what are you talking about?!”
“Puberty, dumbass,” she snapped. “It’s happening. I’m not letting your sweaty little teenage man-hormones wreck this house without a warning.”
He turned bright red. “I DON’T HAVE MAN-HORMONES!”
“Bullshit,” Mitsuki said, tossing a pamphlet onto his bed titled “So You’re Growing Hair There, Huh?”
Bakugo stared at it in horror. “What the hell is this?!”
“Your dad was too much of a coward to have this talk with you, so now it’s my job,” she said, sitting on the edge of his bed like this was a normal Tuesday. “Let’s start with the basics. Boners happen. Deal with it. You’re gonna get them at the worst possible times. Don’t point ‘em at people.”
“OH MY GOD,” Bakugo howled, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.
Mitsuki continued unfazed. “If you’re gonna, y’know, touch yourself, do it in private. Wash your hands. Don’t get weird with socks. Don’t break the plumbing. Don’t google anything that ends with ‘hub’. And if I ever catch you lying about what you’re doing in the shower—”
“I’M NEVER SHOWERING AGAIN,” Bakugo yelled from under the pillow.
“—you will be grounded, and I will tell Auntie Inko.”
“PLEASE STOP TALKING!”
She stood, patting his head like she’d just taught him how to tie his shoes. “You’ll survive. Just remember: if something’s leaking or growing and you don’t know why, talk to a damn adult.”
Bakugo peeked out. “You’re the worst.”
She smirked. “You’ll thank me when you’re a dad and your kid starts cryin’ because of a math test and a surprise boner.”
He would not thank her.
Not for a long, long time.
---
End Scene
Thus began the generational trauma of Bakugo men being emotionally damaged by The Talk. And so, the legend lives on…
"They Watched The Video"
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Wholesome Aftermath, Secondhand Embarrassment, Uterus-Fueled Respect
Part 12 of the “Knock First, Damn It!” Series
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It started in health class.
You got the warning note ahead of time. A little permission slip in Hana’s backpack that read:
> “This week, we will be viewing a short educational film on childbirth.”
You signed it.
Bakugo signed it too—then added “Godspeed” in the corner.
---
DAY OF THE VIDEO: 2:43 PM, SCHOOL HEALTH CLASS
Haruki (13) and Hana (12) sat side-by-side, trying to act like this was fine.
A projector flickered on.
A chipper narrator voice began:
> “Today, we’ll be learning about the miracle of life.”
It started out easy. Cute cartoon animations. Uplifting music.
Then it switched.
REAL FOOTAGE.
A woman. Labor. Screaming.
Close-ups. Angles that no one was ready for.
A head emerging where heads should not.
Haruki’s jaw dropped.
Hana gripped her desk like it was a lifeline.
Someone in the back whispered, “Is that LEGAL?!”
The video didn’t stop.
Tears. Blood. One midwife yelling, “ALMOST THERE!”
Hana went pale. “Why is she still screaming?! Why is it still coming out?!”
Haruki looked horrified. “There’s shoulders?!”
Another kid fainted.
By the time it ended, no one clapped. No one spoke.
The lights came on.
Silence.
Existential dread.
The teacher cheerfully asked, “Any questions?”
Haruki slowly raised a hand. “Yeah. Um. Can we take our moms out to dinner or something?”
---
LATER THAT NIGHT
You were cooking when the kids walked into the kitchen, eyes wide, forever changed.
Haruki walked up and hugged you. Full-body. Long. With meaning.
“…You okay?” you asked.
“You did that for me,” he whispered like a cult convert. “You’re a superhero.”
You blinked. “What… did they show you?”
“Everything.” Hana said, voice flat.
Bakugo peeked around the corner. “So. You saw it, huh?”
Haruki nodded slowly. “Dad.”
“Yeah?”
“…Did you WATCH Mom go through that?”
Bakugo took a long sip of tea. “Front row. Got hit in the face with a piece of placenta.”
Hana gagged.
Haruki looked like he was going to cry again. “I can’t believe you survived that.”
You smiled. “It’s part of the job.”
Haruki saluted. “Respectfully? I will never raise my voice at you again. Ever.”
Bakugo smirked. “I been sayin’ she’s a badass.”
Hana bowed. “I’m gonna do your chores for the week. Just because.”
You nodded like a queen.
“…Also,” Haruki added, “I might be abstinent until I’m thirty.”
Bakugo fist-pumped behind you.
“The Truth Bomb”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Education Gone Wrong, Parental Panic, Coming-of-(Too-Much)-Knowledge
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It started with health class.
Specifically, Haruki’s teacher sending out a “Heads Up” email with one horrifying subject line:
> This week: Reproductive Systems & Human Development! Please prep your child accordingly. :)
You showed the email to Bakugo.
He stared at it like it personally threatened him. “Nope.”
“Babe—”
“Nope.”
“They’re gonna hear it anyway. Wouldn’t you rather they hear it from us?”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “Then I’m starting with the consequences. No one talks about the awkward socks or the lifetime of trauma.”
---
The Setup
You called a “family meeting.”
Haruki (13) and Hana (11) sat on the couch, suspicious and slightly panicked.
“Are we in trouble?” Hana whispered.
Bakugo crossed his arms. “Not yet.”
You shot him a look. “Guys, your health teacher is starting a unit on… human reproduction. And we figured it’d be better if you heard it from us first.”
Haruki groaned. “Oh no.”
Hana perked up. “You mean like how babies are made?!”
Bakugo: visibly regrets not leaving the country sooner.
---
Stage One: The Basics
You took a breath. “Okay. So. When a male and a female reproduce, the male’s sperm meets the female’s egg.”
Hana raised her hand. “Like in Finding Nemo?”
Bakugo blinked. “We’re not starting with Finding Nemo. There’s no clownfish foreplay in this story.”
Haruki choked.
You glared. “Katsuki.”
“What?! It’s better than pretending it’s magical fairy dust!”
You sighed. “Anyway. The sperm is inside the semen, which is released when the male ejaculates.”
Haruki made a face like he’d just eaten glue. “Ugh.”
Hana frowned. “How does the sperm get in there?”
Bakugo groaned. “Here it comes…”
You smiled awkwardly. “Well… the penis goes inside the vagina, and that’s how the sperm reaches the egg.”
Dead silence.
Haruki’s entire soul left his body.
Hana blinked. “So you and Dad—?”
“NOPE.” Haruki stood up. “I’m out. I’m leaving the planet.”
Bakugo yanked him back down by the hood. “You’re sitting through this. If I had to live it, you’re gonna learn it.”
---
Stage Two: The Details (aka: The Regret)
You powered on. “Once the sperm fertilizes the egg, it implants in the uterus, and grows for about nine months.”
Hana nodded slowly. “So it’s like planting a seed, but gross.”
“Exactly,” Bakugo muttered. “A gross, screaming seed.”
Haruki still looked like he wanted to vanish. “Wait—how do you even know when to do that? Like, is it just random? Do people plan it?”
You and Bakugo exchanged a long, awkward silence.
“…Sometimes it’s planned,” you said carefully.
“Sometimes,” Bakugo added, “you’re just feeling brave. Or stupid.”
You smacked his arm. “Don’t say that in front of them.”
Haruki blinked. “So I was a brave mistake?”
“YOU WERE A LOVE-FILLED ADVENTURE,” you snapped.
Bakugo shrugged. “He wasn’t planned. But he was loud from day one.”
Haruki looked genuinely horrified. “You guys were doing that stuff when you were, like, young?!”
Bakugo grinned wickedly. “Kid. We invented the thunder clap.”
“OH MY GOD—”
---
Stage Three: Existential Crisis
Hana raised her hand again. “Wait. You had to do that two times to make both of us?”
Bakugo tilted his head. “Minimum. We’re not amateurs.”
You smacked his arm so hard his chair squeaked.
Hana gasped. “So you—you did that… a lot?!”
Haruki covered his ears. “LA LA LA I’M NOT LISTENING.”
“WE LIVE HERE,” Hana yelled. “YOU DID THAT HERE?!”
You stood up. “Okay! That’s enough education for one night!”
Haruki fled.
Hana followed, yelling, “WAIT—IF YOU GUYS KISSED THAT MUCH, DID YOU ALSO—OH NOOOO—”
The bedroom door slammed.
Silence.
Bakugo took a long sip of water. “Think they’ll ever look us in the eyes again?”
You grinned. “Not until college.”
He chuckled. “Worth it.”
“Family Dinner (aka: The Apocalypse)”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Complete Breakdown, Teen Drama, Secondhand Trauma
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Dinner started off normal.
You made katsudon (Bakugo’s favorite). Haruki was unusually quiet. Hana had a suspicious smile. Bakugo was halfway through his second helping, blissfully unaware of the emotional landmine about to detonate.
You should’ve known.
You should’ve known.
It started with Hana.
“So, I think Takeshi might ask me to be his girlfriend.”
Bakugo froze mid-chew. “He better not.”
You gave her a soft smile. “That’s exciting, sweetheart.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “No it isn’t. It’s illegal.”
Haruki jumped in, mouth full of rice. “Takeshi’s not that bad. Better than closet girl.”
Bakugo dropped his chopsticks.
“You wanna repeat that?”
Haruki realized too late that he’d just outed himself. Again. “I—I mean, hypothetically—”
“You were back in the closet?!”
You groaned. “Oh my god, not again.”
Hana leaned back smugly. “I saw them holding hands yesterday.”
Haruki turned bright red. “TRAITOR!”
“She winked at him too,” Hana added, like she was announcing a war crime. “Both eyes.”
Bakugo stood so fast his chair screeched. “THAT’S IT. This dinner is OVER. Everyone to their rooms. No more hormones. NO MORE WINKING.”
You tried to intervene. “Katsuki—”
“Nope. I’m done. I gave the talk. I suffered through The Incident. I read the damn Diary. I survived ClosetGate. And now you’re telling me I’m raising a Romeo and Juliet sequel in my own house?!”
Haruki mumbled, “Technically we’re more like a Rom-Com—”
“SHUT UP, HARUKI.”
Hana, cool as ever, kept sipping her juice. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’s not like I’m gonna kiss him on school property.”
Bakugo wheeled on her. “YES YOU ARE. AND I’LL BE THERE. HIDING IN A BUSH WITH BINOCULARS.”
You snorted so hard you choked.
Haruki tried to sneak another bite of katsudon.
Bakugo caught him mid-chew. “You think you get to eat after all this betrayal?!”
“Dad,” Haruki said around a mouthful, “you need therapy.”
“I need a flamethrower.”
---
Ten minutes later, you were cleaning the kitchen while Bakugo sulked in the corner like a war veteran.
“I can’t do this,” he muttered. “We’re surrounded. Outnumbered. Hormones on all sides.”
You kissed his cheek. “You’ll survive.”
“I miss when they were babies. When they only cried because they wanted snacks, not because some punk told them they had ‘pretty eyes.’”
You laughed. “You’re doing great.”
“I’m dying.”
“You’re surviving.”
He groaned. “Same thing.”
“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™
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It started with a phone call.
You picked up. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”
You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”
There was a pause.
“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”
---
Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.
The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”
“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.
The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.
“Compromising how?”
The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”
Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.
“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”
“We believe they were… kissing.”
Kissing.
You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.
---
Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.
You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”
He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.
“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”
“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”
Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”
“TEN SECONDS?!”
You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”
“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”
Haruki was turning colors.
“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”
“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”
“A what?!”
“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”
You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”
Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”
“Traumatize them?”
“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”
“Wait—what?”
Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”
Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”
---
Later that night…
Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”
You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”
Bakugo paused.
“…We’re homeschooling him.”
“We Spent Weeks on That Name…”
Setting: Rengoku Household – Three Months After the Baby Was Born
It was early morning. The baby was finally asleep after an epic crying marathon that could’ve rivaled a thunderstorm. You were slumped on the couch, hair a mess, sipping lukewarm tea like it was your last lifeline.
Kyojuro tiptoed in and whispered like it was sacred: “The flame has settled.”
You just stared at him.
“She’s literally drooling on your haori.”
“A small price to pay,” he replied proudly.
The baby—Kaede Ren Rengoku, carefully chosen from your dramatic naming ceremony—was swaddled and dozing on his shoulder. Peaceful. Angelic. Finally.
Then Haru walked in.
Still yawning, hair sticking up in every direction, he glanced at the baby and said, “Sup, Meatball.”
You blinked.
“…What?”
Haru grabbed toast. “Meatball. I don’t know. Her head’s round. It’s kind of cute.”
Kyojuro gasped in horror. “She is not a meatball! She is our daughter! A sacred spark of destiny!”
“Sacred spark’s been farting for three hours straight,” Haru mumbled.
Aiko walked in behind him and nearly dropped her tea. “Wait. Did you just call her Meatball?”
“She looks like one today!”
“She really does,” Aiko agreed way too fast.
You buried your face in your hands. “Guys, we picked her name with, like, two family meetings and tears and a Google doc.”
Kyojuro sniffed. “It was a noble quest.”
And yet… two days later, you found yourself cradling her and whispering, “Shh, it’s okay, little Meatball…”
The room went silent.
You looked up.
Your whole family was staring at you.
“…Don’t say it.”
They said it anyway.
“IT STICKS!!”
From that moment on, little Kaede Ren—your beautifully named, carefully swaddled child—was known as Meatball to every Rengoku under your roof.
You gave up. You leaned into it.
And honestly? She was kind of a cute meatball.
---
Explosive Love: Final Chapter – The Fartening: UA Edition
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Class 1-A Babysitting Chaos
Genre: Pure Crack, Full Ensemble, Epic Finale
Summary: In a desperate bid to prove they’re “hero-ready,” Class 1-A volunteers to babysit together. Team effort, they said. It’ll be fine, they said. But nothing—nothing—could prepare them for one baby and her Quirk: Mass Gas Destruction.
---
“You guys SURE about this?” Kirishima asked, holding your baby like she was the final boss.
The entire 1-A squad stood in formation—matching shirts, notebooks, snacks, and Mina with a whiteboard battle plan.
“This baby’s just a baby,” said Denki, already sweating but smiling. “We’ve survived finals!”
“She’s literally two feet tall,” Mineta scoffed. “What’s the worst she can—”
PFFFFFT.
The baby made direct eye contact with him as it echoed.
Everyone froze.
Bakugo walked by the door, still emotionally scarred. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered. “Little demon’s got a Quirk worse than mine.”
---
Phase 1: Attempt Diplomacy
Iida read a book aloud. Momo sang softly. Tokoyami played ominous jazz on a toy piano.
The baby?
She waited.
Ochaco: “She’s so quiet…”
Tsuyu: “Too quiet.”
PHBRRRRRT.
Half the team hit the deck.
“WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!” Kaminari screamed.
---
Phase 2: Divide and Conquer
Jirou and Ojiro tried calming her with lullabies.
Kirishima and Mina tag-teamed diaper duty.
Sero built a fart-proof barrier with tape.
The baby? She broke through it.
“HOW DID SHE BREACH THE TAPE LINE?!” Sero yelled, diving for cover.
“THIS ISN’T TAPE-RESISTANT GAS!” yelled Yaoyorozu, sketching a hazmat blueprint midair.
---
Phase 3: Full Meltdown
A fart rolled across the room like thunder.
Ashido screamed, “EVACUATE THE FLOOR!”
Todoroki used ice walls. She melted them with a warm, low pbbbt.
Bakugo peeked in again. “Still think this was a good idea?”
“LEAVE,” screamed Denki, wrapped in a baby blanket and crying.
“I can’t feel my legs,” muttered Mineta from under the couch.
“I think she farted my Quirk offline,” Deku whispered, stunned.
---
Final Phase: Acceptance
Aizawa arrived to find the class scattered like a lost battle scene.
The baby sat in the center, giggling and reaching for her pacifier, a picture of peace after the storm.
“I see she won,” he said.
“She always wins,” Kirishima groaned, gently scooping her up.
“She’s gonna be a future Number One,” Todoroki murmured, still clutching a Febreze can like a sword.
The baby looked around.
Smiled.
And let out one final, echoing toot.
---
Epilogue:
She grew up to be a kind, strong, powerful young girl.
…Her Quirk? "Pressure Release" – a combustion-based gas emission with trajectory control.
Pro Hero Name: Windbreaker.
Bakugo never recovered.
Kirishima was proud.
You? You carried Febreze in your hero utility belt—forever.
The End.
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Explosive Love: Part 2 – Babysitter Bakugo
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Reluctant Babysitter Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Chaos
Summary: Kirishima finally convinces Bakugo to babysit for just one hour. It goes exactly how you'd expect—except worse. Because the baby still has her secret weapon: farts. And Bakugo? He's not ready.
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“I swear, it’ll only be an hour,” Kirishima said, practically bouncing with excitement as you both stood by the door.
Bakugo stood in the living room, arms crossed, expression thunderous. “Why the hell am I even here?”
“You owe me!” Kirishima grinned, already tossing him the diaper bag. “Remember that time I took a lightning bolt for you during that joint training exercise?”
“That was three years ago!”
“And I still have the scar.”
You tried not to laugh as you slipped your shoes on. “Don’t worry, she’s napping. Easiest babysitting gig ever.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re lying.”
You and Kirishima bolted before he could say anything else.
---
Exactly three minutes later…
PFFFFFFFFTTT
Bakugo stared in horror at the tiny being in front of him.
“What the hell was that.”
The baby gurgled innocently from her blanket on the floor. Her eyes locked onto Bakugo’s, gleaming with the chaos of a true menace.
PFFT-BRRRRT.
“…OH HELL NO.”
Bakugo shot up, backing away like she’d just thrown a grenade. “Why does she sound like a damn motorboat?!”
The baby let out a victorious squeal, rolling slightly. The air grew thick with danger.
“I swear to—KIRISHIMA, YOU SET ME UP!”
He pinched his nose and tiptoed over with a blanket held like a shield. “Okay, okay. You got your joke. Ha ha. Very funny. Diaper change time.”
He opened the diaper.
“Oh my god.”
---
Thirty minutes in…
Bakugo was pacing the room, the baby on his hip, burping.
“Come on, I fight villains who can control freakin’ fire. I blow stuff up for a living. I’m not scared of a little—”
PFFFT.
“…I am terrified.”
He glared at her. “What the hell are you eating? Lava?!”
She giggled and patted his cheek sweetly. Then promptly let another one rip.
---
One hour later…
Kirishima opened the door and found Bakugo standing in the hallway, shirtless, holding your baby at arm’s length like a contaminated bomb.
“She farted on my neck,” Bakugo said quietly. “I can still feel it.”
Kirishima blinked. “Where’s your shirt?”
“She won. That’s where it is.”
You took the baby from him, laughing as she snuggled into your shoulder.
“She’s a menace,” Bakugo muttered, turning to leave. “And I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”
Kirishima grinned. “See ya next week, bro. Same time?”
Bakugo didn’t answer. He just kept walking.
PFFFT.
Your daughter let out one final farewell.
Bakugo didn’t even turn around. “Tell her to keep that war crime to herself next time.”
---
Explosive Love (Literally)
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic
Summary: Kirishima thought being a dad would be all hero work and cuddles. He wasn’t prepared for your baby’s fiery talent… and it’s directed at him. Constantly.
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You weren’t sure how something so small could be so dangerously gassy.
Seriously. It was almost impressive.
"She’s like a tiny grenade," you said, watching from the kitchen as your husband Kirishima sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, cradling your giggly five-month-old daughter.
"A grenade that only targets me," he groaned, face twisted between adoration and mild horror.
Pfffft.
Another one. Right on his thigh.
Kirishima paused mid-coo, lips parting. “That’s the fourth one in ten minutes. I counted.”
You tried not to laugh. “Maybe she’s marking her territory?”
He gave you a look. “So I’m the chosen one?”
Pfffft.
“Yup. Chosen again.”
The baby squealed with delight as if she knew what she was doing. Her chubby legs kicked against his chest, and Kirishima caught her, smiling through the torture.
“She’s got your quirk,” you teased, folding a tiny pink onesie. “Only hers is less… hardening and more—”
“Exploding,” he finished flatly. “Her quirk is butt bombs.”
You stifled a laugh behind your hand.
Kirishima held the baby up in the air like Simba, her diaper dangerously close to his face. “Why do you do this to me, princess? I’m your dad! I’m supposed to be your hero, not your toilet paper!”
Pfffffbbbbt.
“NOOO!”
You had to sit down you were laughing so hard.
He lowered her slowly. “You know, when I imagined fatherhood, I pictured late-night feedings, lullabies, maybe the occasional diaper mishap. I did not expect my daughter to weaponize flatulence.”
You finally caught your breath and walked over, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re still her hero.”
Kirishima grinned up at you, defeated. “Yeah… even if she’s the real explosive one in the family.”
The baby gave one final toot, this time small but powerful enough to make him flinch.
"…I think I’m gonna need backup."
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“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”
Featuring: You (bleeding, unbothered), Aizawa (perpetually tired), Midnight (living for the drama), and Present Mic (too loud for this).
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Scene: Back Alley Behind a Fight – 6:45 PM
The battle is over. Villains: tied up. Civilians: safe. Heroes: dusting themselves off.
That’s when Aizawa freezes, squints into the distance, and mutters—
Aizawa: “Is that… blood?”
Midnight: “Where?”
Present Mic: “WHERE?!” echoing like a fire truck
They turn the corner and find you—a girl with a split-open forehead, a suspiciously calm smile, and a half-eaten granola bar.
Sitting on the curb. Bleeding. A lot. Like, A Lot a lot.
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You: casually “Hey guys. Don’t mind me. Just leaking a bit.”
Aizawa: blinking slowly “You're actively hemorrhaging.”
You: “Yeah, it’s kind of a vibe. Adds mystery.”
Midnight: already digging for her first-aid kit “Sweetie, how are you even conscious?!”
You: “Adrenaline and vibes.”
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Present Mic: “DID YOU GET ATTACKED?!”
You: cringing “Volume, my guy. I already hear ocean sounds and the voice of God.”
Aizawa: “You need a hospital.”
You: “Eh. Maybe. Or maybe this is my villain origin story.”
Midnight: “You’re too chill for a villain. You’d get distracted mid-monologue.”
You: “Correct. I’d stop to compliment someone’s shoes.”
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Aizawa: “What happened?”
You: “Long story short, I tripped chasing a cat. Into a dumpster. Then a pipe fell on my head. The cat is fine though.”
Present Mic: “SHE TRIED TO BEFRIEND A DUMPSTER CAT.”
You: offended “He was majestic.”
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Midnight: “You are bleeding like a faucet and still defending the cat?”
You: “His name is Garbage Prince and I’d die for him.”
Aizawa: already dialing an ambulance “You just might.”
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Scene: Waiting for the ambulance
You: “Do I get a cool scar? Like one that makes people think I’ve seen things?”
Present Mic: “Only if you survive!”
You: thumbs up, slightly swaying “Neat.”
Midnight: “I want whatever mental stability cocktail you’re on.”
You: “It’s called ‘delusion and snacks.’”
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Scene: Ambulance arrives
Paramedic: “What happened?!”
You: “Gravity and poor decision-making.”
Aizawa: “Put her on full watch. She named the blood trail on the way here.”
You: “His name is Kevin.”
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To Be Continued…?
“Explosive Encounters (of the Gassy Kind)”
Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff / Humor / Domestic Shenanigans
Warnings: Baby farts, mild language, Bakugo being Bakugo
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You always knew Bakugo Katsuki had nerves of steel. After all, the man faced down villains without flinching, ran toward explosions like they were a minor inconvenience, and had the patience to deal with Deku daily. But today? Today was the true test of his endurance.
It started off sweet. Your three-week-old baby boy—chubby cheeks, tiny fists, and a surprisingly strong pair of lungs—was swaddled like a burrito and cradled in Bakugo’s arms. You were sipping lukewarm tea on the couch, watching your man try to lull your son into a nap with surprisingly gentle bouncing motions.
“See?” you smirked. “You’re a natural.”
“Tch. Of course I am. It’s not hard,” he grumbled, rocking side to side. “He even stopped cryin’. I’m a damn baby whisperer.”
And then it happened.
Pffffft.
It was soft, wet, and unmistakably dangerous. The air around Bakugo visibly shifted like a scene from a nuclear fallout.
His eye twitched.
“…Did that little monster just—?”
You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling laughter. “Oh my god. I think that one came with a warning label.”
The baby squirmed in his arms, making a satisfied little grunt like he’d just claimed dominance over the household. Bakugo held him out at arm’s length like he was handling a ticking time bomb.
“You little gremlin,” he muttered. “You tryna gas me out of my own damn home?”
You doubled over in laughter as another pttbbt sounded off like a war horn from the baby’s backside.
“Again?!” Bakugo snapped, staggering back like he’d taken a direct hit. “What the hell are you feeding him?!”
“Tiny amounts of justice and breastmilk,” you managed through your giggles.
The baby cooed, clearly proud of himself.
“He’s mocking me,” Bakugo growled. “He knows what he’s doing.”
“I think he’s trying to bond with you.”
“He’s assaulting me.”
You got up and took your son from him, still laughing. Bakugo immediately started fanning the air around him like it was toxic gas. “I’ve smelled sewer leaks better than that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And yet you fought sludge villains.”
“I’d take sludge over that any day.”
You nestled the baby against your shoulder, who let out a tiny burp followed by one last triumphant toot. Bakugo stared in pure disbelief.
“That’s it. I’m getting him little explosion onesies that say ‘My Quirk is Farting.’”
You grinned. “Matching ones for Daddy too?”
His glare could’ve leveled buildings. “You do not get to call me that after what just happened.”
But despite the threats and dramatic retching noises, he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple—and another to your gassy baby boy’s head, muttering, “You better grow outta this, punk.”
Spoiler alert: He didn’t. But Bakugo loved him anyway. Even if he had to wear nose plugs during tummy time.
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LOOOK AT OUR BOY. He’s so precious I wanna squeeze him djanksn
~ Say Cheese 🧀
You can't tell me he doesn't look good in Ibis present clothes
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