Ding-dong.
"Coming!"
Bakugou rose from his sleeping position on the couch and stretched as life entered his frame. With a yawn, he headed over to the door.
Ding-dong.
"I said I'm coming!"
ding-dong-ding-dong-
"You little sh-"
He opened the door to be greeted by a green-haired girl held up by her father with the same green hair. At the sight of Bakugou, both grinned.
"Hi, Uncle Kacchan!" Yuki shouted as she jumped out of her father's arms to hug her uncle. Bakugou rolled his eyes as he patted her head.
"How many times will I tell you to stop abusing my doorbell?"
"A lot of times, Uncle."
"You brat."
She soon let go to let Deku shake hands with Bakugou; Deku was still grinning while Bakugou seemed ready to blow a lid.
"You're gonna pay for this I swear." Bakugou seethed, his grip strength increasing.
"Oh I know, but you'll do it for Yuki right?" Deku replied, his grip strength increasing to match Bakugou. They stayed that way for a few seconds before another person finally couldn't take it.
"Oh enough, you two. Not in front of Yuki." Uraraka intervened, breaking them apart and picking up Yuki to take her inside. Deku followed her as he laughed off her comment.
"Is it finally our turn?" Another voice said as a red-haired man came to the entrance; his own son sitting on his shoulders. His son's hair happened to be a very light shade of pink that became a more saturated red as it travelled to the tips.
"Ha, Uncle Kaachan, I'm even taller than you! Am I manly enough now?!"
"Oh yeah, you're manly enough. Now, how about you come down from your high horse and face me like a man."
"Uwaa, I don't think I'm ready for that yet Uncle Kaachan."
"Then you're not manly enough yet, Takara."
"Aww, maaaan."
"Told you he wouldn't care, Takara." The red-haired father beneath him said with a grin. Takara walked into the house, leaving his parents with Bakugou outside.
"Uncle Kaachan I'm getting some juice!"
"Don't touch my carton, Twerp!" Bakugou yelled back at him, before turning to the parents in front of him.
"Bakugou, it's been foreveeeer!" A pink-haired girl said, grabbing Bakugou and squeezing him in a hug. Bakugou merely allowed himself to be captured by the pink woman in front of him and was content with being almost crushed or 30 seconds. "Have you been eating well? Working out? Finally found a girl-"
"I'm not going to answer your questions because you're not my mother. Get going."
"Aw, Bakugou, you're no fun."
She also headed inside leaving the men to themselves.
"Thanks again, bro. I know it was last minute-"
"Forget it. What's done is done. At least you had the decency to give me a full 3 days to prepare. That damn Deku called me at damn 6 in the morning asking if I could take care of Yuki."
"This morning?"
"Exactly."
"Hahaha, that's Deku for ya. Always forgetting 'til the last moment."
"Yeah, let's head inside."
"I gotta say, it's not changed much from when I was here with Kaminari."
"Yeah, I haven't bothered to change it 'cause it's not like I have any other guests over except you all."
"... You haven't had a girl-"
"If you say what I think you're about to say, I'll kill you."
They made it into the kitchen to see Takara standing on the kitchen table as he poured some juice into a cup and made a complete mess of everything. Kirishima was sure that Bakugou was about to send the boy straight through the roof but Bakugou barely looked like he cared. In fact, he didn't even look relatively angry.
"Takara, you brat, if you need help just ask."
"But I'm manly, uncle Kaachan! I can't call myself manly if I can't even do this myself!" The boy replied, adding another spillage as he filed the cup. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the boy's behaviour before heading over with a damp cloth to wipe up the massive mess that was still being created. Kirishima decided he would simply watch.
"It's even more manly to ask for help. Only a real man knows that he can't do everything alone."
"Really uncle Kaachan?"
Bakugou picked up the kid and continued wiping away at the spills. Takara gave back the carton of orange juice to Bakugou who poured it out in a cup for him.
"Sure kid. Even I need help sometimes."
"You do?"
"I told you, Taka. Everyone needs help. A real man not only gives help but gets help when he needs it. If you wanna be a real man, you gotta be able to do both equally."
"Wow, uncle Kaachan."
Takara looked completely amazed as Bakugou gave the kid a grin.
"Can I just say that this is the most beautiful thing I've seen all week?"
Bakugou and Takara whirled round to see both families looking at them with complete awe.
"That was so cute, Bakugou. I never expected to hear that from you, like, ever."
"That was amazing, Uncle Kaachan!"
Bakugou's grin quickly turned into his signature frown. Everyone was grinning at him as they had finally discovered something to blackmail him with.
"Shaddup. It was for the kid, not you. Get out if you're done."
"Oh come on, show us some hospitality!" Uraraka retorted, heading back to the living room.
"How about I send you to the hospital, round face."
"Hey, hey, you'll have to go through me first, Kaachan." Deku intervened.
"That's even better. I'll send you as a pair to the grave."
"Uncle Kaachan please don't hurt mommy."
"Ok, but only because you said so Yuki."
"Thank you Uncle Kaachan."
"You're whipped, Bakugou."
"I'll whip your ass in shape, Mina."
"Please don't abuse my wife."
As they all gathered and sat in the living room, they talked and played with their kids for hours on end; catching up with one another and telling stories from their adventures as heroes across Japan. Bakugou did more listening than actual talking. He was much more content to sit on the couch with Takara & Yuki cuddled up to him while watching Doraemon on TV.
If he thought everyone didn't notice, he was dead wrong. With all the other so-called adults glancing at him and giggling, he knew they were going to keep reminding him of this.
A knock on the door took everyone's attention. Kirishima looked towards Bakugou from the floor where he lay with an eyebrow raised. Bakugou kissed his teeth and quickly went to the door.
"I thought you didn't have anyone over-"
"Shut it, spiky hair."
Bakugou really, really hoped it wasn't the old hag. It was currently raining quite heavily and he hadn't got a chance to go over and collect the hotpot from her. But from knowing her for 3 years, the woman would be giving him food come rain or shine. Opening the door he saw the woman in a yellow raincoat, oven gloves & a massive pot in her hands.
"You didn't come over so I-"
"Goddammit old hag, get inside!"
Bakugou ushered her inside, taking the pot from her and placing it in the kitchen, then rushing back with a towel as she took off her raincoat.
"Woman, it's raining cats & dogs out there! Why would you still come over?!"
"But you didn't come over to collect it-"
"Think about yourself for once, woman, I can't enjoy your food if you're dead!"
The old woman's face lit up in surprise of his outburst.
"I'm glad you like my food so much Bakugou. It makes me happy to hear that from you."
"Yeah, yeah, forget it. It's not like I'm lying, am I?"
"Bakugou, we- Oh. Excuse me."
Uraraka came out to see Bakugou and the old lady in front of the door. the old lady's face brightened up even further at her sight.
"Oh, you didn't tell me you had a lady friend over Bakugou. How do you do, my dear?"
"She's not-"
"I'm fine thank you, Ms?"
"Ms Kuromori."
"Well Ms Kuromori, I'm Uraraka, a friend-"
"You're not a friend."
"Of Bakugou. My husband and I were dropping off our daughter for him to take care of over the weekend."
"Oh! Yes, Bakugou did tell me someone was coming over."
By now Ms Kuromori & Uraraka were within his kitchen. Bakugou growled as he hung up her coat on the hanger by the door.
"You're married at such a young age? A daughter as well?!"
"Oh yes. Bakugou's goddaughter. He's completely smitten with her."
"My goodness!"
Bakugou was also in the kitchen; heating back up the massive pot. something hit him in the back of the head and he hissed as he turned to see an angry old woman pouting in his direction. Uraraka was covering her mouth as she tried not to laugh.
"What did I do, old woman?!"
"You never told me you had a goddaughter!"
"That's why you threw gloves at me?!"
"Yes, fool. You better bring her over every day!"
"No woman I will not!"
"At 5:00, you damn brat."
Bakugou grumbled as he turned back to dish himself some of the hotpot.
"Bakugou we're thinking of staying the night."
Bakugou froze as he heard this. Uraraka was slowly coming towards him with a sickly-sweet smile.
"You can fuck right off to hell with that shit."
"Bakugou, they've delayed the event by one more day. That means we would need to stay at a hotel."
"So stay at one."
"They could all be taken! Everyone expected it to be today!"
"Not my problem."
"You wouldn't do it for Yuki?"
"Last I checked, Yuki is the only one staying here tonight."
"C'mon Bakugou, just do us this favour."
"You already owe me 2 favours. So do me a favour and get the fuck out of my house."
"Bakugou, how could you do this to your friends!"
"Old hag, they aren't my damn friends, I just know them from back in school."
"Not your friends? Yet you've clearly been keeping very much in touch with them since then and their daughter is your goddaughter."
"That doesn't mean shit. I can't believe you 2 are trying to tag-team me."
"Says the smitten godfather."
"And where the hell will I sleep?!"
"So you're considering it?"
"No goddammit I am not. Just get out of my house."
"Okay, I tried."
Uraraka turned and Bakugou thought he had won, turning back to take a sip of the broth with a spoon. He froze when he felt a pull on his shorts.
"Uncle Kaachan, please can papa and mama stay over with me?"
Bakugou winced and turned slowly to see Yuki holding onto his shorts and still gently pulling.
"Yuki, you know I would love too-"
"Then why not, Uncle Kaachan?"
"Because there isn't enough space for all of us to sleep together."
"Then make room!"
"That's not how it works Yuki."
"Bakugou I will not be staying."
Everyone turned to Ms Kuromori.
"Your-"
"Bakugou, I live next door. I can get back home just fine."
"It's still rai-"
"Bakugou it's not raining anymore."
She was right. IT still looked quite gloomy outside, but the rain had long since left.
"That means you can get out of my house, you shitty guests."
"Oh come on Bakugou. It's a three-bedroom apartment!"
Kirishima entered the kitchen; following the smell of hotpot. Bakugou guarded the pot with a glare which caused Kirishima to back off sheepishly.
"And I'm not gonna bother moving stuff out to make room."
"You put stuff in there?"
"Yes fool."
"Is it all yours?"
"Who else would it be?"
"Ugh, can't we just move it out for tonight?"
"No. No one touches my shit."
"Uncle Kaachan please?"
Takara had made his way into the kitchen. Like his father, he was following the smell of food. Bakugou let him sip some of the broth. Kirishima gave a low whine as Bakugou flicked him off.
"Dammit, you brats, I will not let you sleep here!"
"Uncle Kaachan."
Bakugou looked to see Yuki looking at him with eyes ready to spill tears. Bakugou felt his heart plummet.
"Please can we all stay? Pretty please?"
Bakugou closed his eyes and tried to calm down; to think rationally for once. But those damn eyes...
"... You got one night."
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Thank you uncle Kaachan!"
Yuki ran off towards the living room to spread the good news. Uraraka breathed a sigh of relief and Kirishima smiled.
"You're whipped Bakugou."
"Fuck off, shitty hair."
"Can I get-"
"No, it's mine."
"Share it Bakugou, I'll just make another one."
Ms Kuromori began leaving and Bakugou followed her, opening the door to let her out. She smiled as she left and Bakugou locked the door behind her.
"Goddamn Bakugou, this tastes amazing!"
"Shitty Hair! Stop eating my food!"