Ti

[Ti]

Alright, imagine you and Bakugou are patiently waiting outside the registry office, along with your loved ones under their umbrella as the rain gently fell from the overcast sky. The moment was finally here, the day you and Katsuki would officially become married.

Your mood had been down a bit in the morning since it was raining, but hearing your family and friends talking happily, not minding the rain at all, did improve your mood. Glancing around, you eyes landed on Bakugou’s mother, a bit further away from everyone. She was lost in her own thoughts, a serene smile gracing her lips as she absentmindedly toyed with the end of her umbrella. Your expression softening at that, seeing the fierce mother all calm and happy. Probably thinking of her son’s journey along with all the memories with Katsuki since he was little and how far he has come now.

You couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you, your eyes getting glassy with he though of how time has passed. Even though Bakugou’s mother had been fierce and would bicker with his son constantly, she was a pillar of support throughout your and his relationship, always there with words of encouragement and a caring presence, along side with his father Masaru. You knew the Bakugou family care and love each other dearly. Seeing her lost in reflection, with a soft smile etched upon her face, filled your heart with a deep appreciation for the love and acceptance you had received from Bakugou’s family. You had been nervous when you had to meet them for the first time.

Your attention shifted to your friends and your own family members, who were waiting nearby, engaged in lively conversations. Laughter and warm exchanges filled the air as their loved ones shared anecdotes and cherished the moment together, even though it was raining. Bakugou had told you in the morning that even with rain it had something unique in itself adding it’s own little beauty to this moment.

In that moment, your gaze met Bakugou’s, and a shared understanding passed between you two. Meanwhile, your friends were capturing the essence of the day, eagerly snapping pictures to immortalize the precious moments not minding the rain at all. Their cameras clicked, freezing fragments of happiness and love in time. The rain continued to patter overhead, you felt a gentle squeeze of Bakugou’s hand. Your eyes meet his vermilion eyes, a smile on your lips.

You were ready to take this step with him. Ready to embrace the beautiful journey that awaited you as you and Bakugou stepped into the official marriage

[Ti]

It was rare that Bakugou revealed his vulnerable side to you. The inner turmoil he experienced after each encounter with villains and the negative portrayals in magazines gnawed at him. Obviously, most of the times he would brush these headlines off, but there were moments that got him. While some headlines may have been harsh, no one but his close loved ones knew that the Pro Hero Dynamight was his own harshest critic.

It took him a while to muster the courage to express the doubts and fears he kept hidden, especially considering he was an only child, who in his mind, is tasked with carrying on the family legacy. He feared disappointing his parents if he didn’t give his utmost best, there was no one else besides him who represented his family. Though he knew his parents loved and supported him, he couldn’t shake the crippling doubt that they would be disappointed if he didn’t achieve the best and gave his best. As their sole child, Katsuki couldn’t settle for being merely good; he had to be the absolute best, at least in his own mind.

He set extremly high goals and expectations for himself, leaving no room for losses or mistakes, as any misstep would brand him a failure. It became your responsibility to remind him, particularly at night when you both laid on your shared bed, that he was enough. You reassured him that he was doing his best, that he was the best for you, his parents, his friends and everyone else who loved him and that he was allowed to make mistakes, after all he was a human just like anyone else. You reminded him to give himself the permission to take a break and to slow down.

You ran your hand through his blonde hair as you made sure he understood that his parents loved him unconditionally and harbored no disappointment towards him. As his wife you diligently collected the scattered fragments of Katsuki’s thoughts, delicately easing his doubts and fears providing him a moment of solace, if only for a while until the next challenge comes his way. As night fell, you planted gentle kisses on his forehead and embraced him tightly, offering him the comfort he desperately needed.

Whatever the challenge might be, Bakugou Katsuki was not alone at all.

[Ti]

You knew you shouldn’t have checked your phone while you were out with your friends partying. Your mood has quickly tumbled down from happy to upset pretty quickly and you needed space from the people who were busy enjoying their time, dancing, drinking and talking with each other. You did not want to be the one to ruin the mood of the party. While everyone was occupied, you quickly slipped out of the room unnoticed and searched for a spot to be alone.

After awhile you settled down in the attic, leaning against the wall. The attics mostly filled with unused furnitures and decorations covered by coverings to prevent it from dusting. Feeling overwhelmed by the bad news, you clutched the flashlight tightly, which you found in this attic, and played with it as your tears were threatening to spill.

You could hear the dull sounds coming from below, reminding you that you should be partying along with your friends. The room you were in is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft click and the hum of the flashlight, whenever you turned it on and then off.

Suddenly, the door creaks open and Bakugou appears, standing at the doorway. His usually stern expression softened by concern. You didn’t bother to look up and see who it was as you were trying to distract yourself by playing with the flashlight to not cry.

The dark attic was filled with footsteps as Bakugou takes a few slow steps towards you and sat down besides you quietly, uncertainty evident in his eyes as he looks at you. The room, filled with the click sound, got illuminated by the flashlight once again, before it got turned off. His eye lids dropping down to your hand playing with the flashlight and not saying anything to him at all. Despite not being one for hugs or openly showing affection, Bakugou senses your distress and knows that words alone won’t be enough.

Click, the flashlight illuminates the attic again. With out a word, he reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. Your body tenses up at the pull. For a moment, time stands still as you feel the strength and warmth of Bakugou’s arms around you. Your arms now hanging limply besides you, holding the flashlight tightly as you had a blank expression, staring at the ground that was illuminated by the flashlight.

It’s an unexpected gesture, one that speaks volumes about his care and support. On other days you would have been stubborn and fight it off, but at the moment you had no strength to fight him off. You can sense the genuine concern in his hold, as if he’s trying to convey through the hug that you’re not alone in this difficult moment. You weakly hit his shoulder with the flashlight before burying your face onto his shoulder.

And in that quiet attic, illuminated by the soft glow of the flashlight, you find peace in the presence of Bakugou, knowing that even in your own unique way, you have each other’s backs.

[Ti]

[cloevr]

nothing funnier than saying "back in my day" in your 20s as if you aren't the toddler of adults

[Ti]

How you and Bakugou met for the first time was on the plane. Well, you did see him in the waiting area while waiting to board the plane, but obviously you didn’t think much of it since everyone was minding their own business. Some were excited to go see their family and friends, and some were excited to make a vacation in your home country. You missed your family so much that you decided to go visit them. Playing with your ticket, you glanced at your seat, sighing as you were not excited about the cramped economy seats. You perked up at the ground worker making the call to start boarding in.

Bakugou Katsuki, a 25 year old Pro Hero with a fiery personality, was comfortably settled in his first-class seat on the plane as more people started to board in and go to their assigned seats. Bakugou paid no attention to the others, as he had put headphones over his ears to listen to the song Jirou had recommended while looking outside the plane window. His frequent missions to different countries meant he was no stranger to the luxury of first class, with much needed legroom for a long flight to [your home country].

[Ti]

Listen, I am a sucker for Dad!Bakugou okay? It just makes me all happy.

It’s the hottest summer day of the year. The sun beat down on the bustling city streets as Bakugou Katsuki stood outside, engrossed in a conversation with his friend since high school Kirishima. probably speaking about following steps about a coming up mission, his voice filled with conviction. But then, something caught his attention.

His daughter, snugly nestled in the baby strap in front of him, stared up at him with wide, adoring eyes. As if he was the only Hero for her. Her head covered by the hood of her father’s jacket, obviously way too big for her, her whole body hidden beneath it, shielding her from the heat of the sun and the prying eyes of the paparazzi. Realizing her gaze, Bakugou’s expression softened.

With her face now hidden from view, Bakugou’s daughter continued to gaze up at him, her admiration and love unwavering. The sight filled Bakugou’s heart with warmth, momentarily distracting him from his conversation. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes sparkling with love and pride as he locked eyes with his precious child.

In that moment, the noise of the city faded into the background, and it was just the two of them, connected by an unspoken bond. Bakugou’s words trailed off as he focused solely on his daughter, his voice replaced by a tender silence that spoke volumes.

The world may have been bustling around them, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was a snapshot of pure love and protection, a testament to the lengths a father would go to shield his child from harm. And as Bakugou and his daughter stood there, their hearts intertwined, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the beauty of their bond.

Leaning down, Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss on his daughter’s forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “You’re gonna be strong, just like your old man,” he whispered, his voice filled with determination and encouragement. The bond between father and daughter growing stronger, an unbreakable connection between them by love and admiration.

Only for the moment to be cut short as his best friend had his phone pointed at him and taken - more than one - picture, probably sending the 17 pictures he took to you. Bakugou scowled at Kirishima before walking away, knowing that his friends was going to follow him.

And you? You obviously and immediately made one of the pictures as your phone homepage now.

[Ti]

Okay I am don’t know if anyone mentioned it already but. I can say this Bakugou adores and respects Fuyumi very much.

In Manga 257, where Shoto chopped the chives poorly and says to him your sister would cry if she saw this?

In Japanese both in the manga panel and on the anime he added the honorific “-chan” at the end.

While Shoto refers to Fuyumi with the honorific “-san” in the end.

Don’t tell me Bakugou doesn’t look up at Fuyumi and lowkey sees her as a big sister

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

[Ti]

You’re injured and Dabi is the only one who answered your call of help. And you know what he says? “The difference between you and I is that someone answered your call for help. ”

[Ti]

One thing Bakugou surely hates is how long an unplanned emergency meetings can take as a Pro Hero. In the late hours of the night, the Pro Hero Dynamight enters his home, exhaustion evident in his movements. The house was mostly quiet only disturbed by the noises coming from the living-room.

Taking his shoes off, he makes his way towards the said room, seeing the TV turned on, reporters breaking some news. He carefully approaches the couch, his steps light and cautious, there he finds his wife, curled protectively around their little baby on the couch, fast asleep. The soft glow of the TV illuminates your and the baby’s face.

The baby, wide awake and alert, turns his head towards the sound of his father’s footsteps. Bakugou’s heart swells with love and pride as he gazes at the precious sight before him. With a gentle touch, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “Hey brat, were you waiting for me?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb your slumber.

As his eyes meet the curious gaze of his little one, a warm smile spreads across his face. In that moment, he knows that coming home to his family is the greatest reward of being a hero.

[Ti]

Since Dabi has motion sickness, you can bet your ass that he is going to sit on the passanger seat if he is not driving. The same goes with the family trip. If you do not want him to pucke his guts out on the backseats and make the other nauseous, he either has to sit on the front or in the middle where he has a clear view to the road. If the drive is longer than an hour, he’ll sit on the front.