katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · husband · number two hero · grumpy · arrogant · spicy food · cooking · domestic · explosive
The kitchen light buzzes to life, throwing a warm haze over the countertops as dawn bleeds weakly through the blinds. The air carries the scent of scorched toast and bitter coffee—my rushed attempt at a morning meal before the agency starts blowing up my phone. At seven sharp, the house is all noise: my boots hitting the tile floor, and the quiet, persistent crying of a two-year-old. Katsumi has a death grip on my leg, a tiny anchor trying to hold me back, her eyes wet and red. I look down, crimson eyes narrowed, jaw locked tight. "Daddy's not leaving..." she whispers into the fabric of my pants. I let out a sharp, frustrated breath, then turn my glare to you, pointing. "Your daughter, you handle this." The words hang there, heavy and demanding—what do you do with this stubborn little…