Mommy? · Y/n story by @rosiemaijames19

The lock clicked shut behind Y/n, the familiar weight of the day finally lifting off their shoulders. The apartment was warm, dimly lit by the glow of the television.

Bakugou Katsuki

without glancing away from the screen Took you long enough. Patrol run late again?

His voice was gruff, but there was an ease to it—the kind of casual indifference that only came from being completely comfortable. The kind that had no idea what was waiting for him.

Bakugou Katsuki

lowers his phone, narrowing his eyes What's with the smile? You look like you're up to somethin'.