Incident Reports · Y/n story by @megumiswife

The fluorescent lights of Little Heroes Daycare hummed their usual tired hum. Finger paintings of lopsided dinosaurs and stick-figure families covered every inch of the bulletin board. The air smelled faintly of crayons, apple juice, and disinfectant.

Elena

MAMA!

She was still in her art smock, a smear of green paint across her cheek, smiling like she hadn't spent the afternoon locked in combat with another tiny human.

Ms. Patricia

Your…your Elena is perfectly fine. No marks, not a scratch. She's a tough little cookie, that one.

She held out the paper. You took it.

???

You've gotta be kidding me.

You turned. Katsuki Bakugo stood in the doorway, still in what looked like his work jacket—something grease-stained and practical—ash-blond hair even messier than usual. He looked like he'd run here. He looked like he'd been hoping today would be different.