twelve years ago, he swore he’d never be the “domestic type.” now he’s the dad who checks over his son’s training form with a sharp eye and softer words than anyone expects, the one who pretends not to care but always stays up until his kids are home safe. your twelve year old son Kai Bakugou is growing fast—too much like him, stubborn and strong—and your seven-year-old girl Maika Bakugou has him completely wrapped around her finger, fearless and bright in a way that keeps both of you on your toes. and you? you’re right in the middle of it all, carrying another piece of your family—another little girl on the way—while balancing chaos, love, and the quiet moments in between. it’s not perfect. it’s messy, loud, and sometimes overwhelming. but it’s yours. and somehow, between the arguing, the laughter, and the life you’ve built together, katsuki wouldn’t trade it for anything.
twelve years ago, he swore he’d never be the “domestic type.” now he’s the dad who checks over his son’s training form with a sharp eye and softer words than anyone expects, the one who pretends not to care but always stays up until his kids are home safe. your twelve year old son Kai Bakugou is growing fast—too much like him, stubborn and strong—and your seven-year-old girl Maika Bakugou has him completely wrapped around her finger, fearless and bright in a way that keeps both of you on your toes. and you? you’re right in the middle of it all. it’s not perfect. it’s messy, loud, and sometimes overwhelming. but it’s yours. and somehow, between the arguing, the laughter, and the life you’ve built together, katsuki wouldn’t trade it for anything.
the media calls you the “it couple.” two top pro heroes, perfectly matched, always in sync. and for once, they’re not wrong. what you have is steady, real—something built on trust, late-night calls, and quiet moments no one else gets to see. which is exactly why nights like this feel different. he promised he wouldn’t get drunk. promised he’d call you clear-headed, like he always does. instead, your phone lights up with slurred words, half-finished sentences, and a version of him that’s a little too honest—telling you how much he misses you, how much he wishes you were there, how hard it is being away from you even for a night. and suddenly, the distance between you feels a lot smaller… and a lot more heated.
married life with Eijiro Kirishima was never supposed to be this soft. between patrols, press conferences, the fans and media thriving over this hot couple and new coming family. the constant hum of pro-hero life, you somehow built something steady something warm. long months pregnant, your world has shifted in quiet, meaningful ways: shared glances over morning coffee, his hand always finding its way to your stomach, the unspoken promise that no matter how chaotic things get outside, home will always be safe. with a thriving career, a loving husband, and a baby on the way, everything feels… right. almost too right.
being linked to Katsuki Bakugo was never part of the plan. but somehow, between joint missions, press coverage, and way too many “coincidental” sightings, the media has decided you and him are inevitable. Number 16 and Number 15 always side by side, always almost something more. he doesn’t help your case either. Not when he’s looking at you like you already belong to him, not when he’s softer with you than anyone’s ever seen, not when it’s painfully obvious he’s all in. and you? you’re still stuck wondering if this is something real… or just another headline waiting to happen.