Youko walked beside her father, taking in the scenery and sounds of the city. She glanced at the yellow flower in her hand.
"Will Grammy Mitsi like the flower, Daddy?" She questioned, holding it up to Katsuki.
"Probably," Bakugo said as they arrived t the brick residence. They stopped at the front door.
"Can I do it?" Youko pleaded.
"You think you can be loud enough?" Youko nodded, raising her hand to knock on the door. Bakugo shook his head, taking out his phone and sending a quick text to Mitsuki. He readjusted the backpack strap on his shoulder.
We're out here.
"Grammy, We're here!" She called.
"Gotta be louder than that. Next time, pretend you're punching someone in the face." Bakugo instructed. Youko gave a short nod.
"Right. I will pretend it is Raidon's face. Is that okay, Daddy?" Bakugo smirked.
"Yeah, that'll do it." He encouraged. "If you knock on the door as hard as you punched that kid, that would be perfect." After a moment, the tall, blonde woman opened the door, greeting the child with a smile.
"Grammy!" Youko exclaimed, throwing her arms around Mitsuki.
"There's my favorite granddaughter!" Mitsuki exclaimed.
Youko giggled, meeting her gaze.
"But Grammy, I'm the only one. Daddy said so."The girl pointed out.
"That's all the more reason for you to be my favorite. Come in, you two. Everything's in the living room." Mitsuki stepped aside, allowing her family inside before shutting the door behind them.
"Grammy, I brought you a pretty flower. It's yellow, just like you and Daddy's hair." Mitsuki took the object, embracing the child.
"Thank you, Youko. You're so thoughtful. Your dad can take a few lessons from you." Katsuki scowled at his mother but said nothing. He followed her into the living room. He saw the stack of photos and DVDs on the coffee table beside a plate of cookies.
"Your dad's helping one of the neighbors today, so you'll have the room mostly to yourself." Mitsuki informed her son. "I made copies of everything, so whatever's in there, you can take it with you.
If you need anything, I'll be around.
I don't know how long you plan to be here, but if you're hungry, you know where the kitchen is. As much as you hate hearing this, in a way, this will always be your home."
"Whatever." Mitsuki sighed, exiting the room. Youko skipped to the coffee table, taking one of the cookies in her hand and lowering herself to the floor.
"My Grammies have the best cookies." Youko declared. Katsuki scoffed.
"You know those are from the store," He said. " The hag can't bake to save her life.
She's not like Deku's mom." He replied. Youko glared at her father.
"They're from Grammy Mitsi. That makes them special because they are just for me." Katsuki rolled his eyes.
"You ready to look through this stuff?" He invited, gathering the photos and spreading them out in front of his daughter.
"Yeah. Are these ones the special pictures?"
"Yeah. Some I took of you when you were a few hours old. I sent them to the hag, so we could print them out after we took you back to your grandma Inko's place. Some are from the day after you were born and your grandmas came to see you." Youko tilted her head in curiosity.
"Where was I?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you took me back to Grammies house, where did I go?"
" Remember when I told you that Deku was sick?" Youko nodded.
"Uh-huh. That's why we can't get more babies." Katsuki nodded.
"Right. He had to go to the hospital to make sure you two were okay.
Youko frowned, putting the cookie back on the plate.
"Daddy?" She called.
"What?"
"D-did I make Mommy sick and have to go to the hospital? Was I bad?"
"No," Katsuki replied sincerely. The child climbed into her father's arms, resting her head on his shoulder. "Some moms have an easier time when they have a baby than others. Deku's just one of those people who has a harder time. None of that is your fault."
So I'm not bad?"
"No, you're not. Your mom was happier after you were born than he was as long as I've known him. You being here is a good thing. You did something amazing the day you were born. You made me think about someone other than myself. You made us a family."
"I did all that?"
"Yeah, you did."
"Wow! I'm awesome!" Youko exclaimed, raising her hands above her head excitedly. Bakugo ruffled her hair affectionately.
"Damn right you are. You got that from me." Youko giggled and turned her attention to the photos, scanning each one carefully. She picked one up, showing it to her father. A newborn Youko lay in Katsuki's arms, drinking her bottle, while the new father focused on the infant.
"Is this baby me?" Youko asked.
"Yeah, I think All Might took that one with my phone. This was the first time I held you. No one knew you were coming until it was happening. I didn't find out until a couple of hours later. So he helped us out."
"Surprise!" Youko cried, throwing her arms up above her head once again. Bakugo smirked.
"Yeah, that's about right. I didn't know how to do anything for you. I'd never had a kid. All Might and your grandmas showed me what to do. I've been taking care of you and your mom ever since." Bakugo explained.
"I'm glad you're my Daddy," Youko declared.
" You're very good at it. Should we put it in the pretty picture frame?"
"It's your present, but before you make up your mind, look at this one." Katsuki pointed to the photo in the center of the table.
Deku rested in his hospital bed with Bakugo next to him. Youko lay on Izuku's chest, embraced in her mother's arms. Katuski placed a hand on her back, helping to secure the infant as he stood at the bedside. His forehead gently pressed against the new mother's.
"This one's pretty special. It's our first picture as a family." He stated. Youko grinned.
Aww, head hugs for mommy!" She said, putting her finger on the image of her father. "Does that mean you love him lots?"
"He's okay, I guess," Bakugo said casually. Youko put the photo off to the side, shaking her head.
"I think Mommy would like to have it for Mommy's day. It's very special cause You're giving Mommy hugs."
"Yeah, you're not gonna find a lot of those. Especially around the time you were just born. I was still trying to straighten myself out. I wasn't always as nice to Deku as you've known me to be."
"Why not?" Youko questioned, gazing up at her father.
"Cause I'm a jerk. Some people have to learn the hard way.
You know how I taught you to punch that kid?" The child nodded.
"I used to fight all the time. I knew how to handle it because I was a bully too. I took a lot of crap out on your mom when we were kids. I thought I was better than everyone else.
I said some really bad things to Deku in middle school. Things I didn't mean, but that's who I was. Deku was the class nerd, and he was different. The rest of our class had our quirks already, but He didn't get his until just before we got to UA."
"Mommy says it's okay to be different." Youko pointed out.
"When your ego's too big for your own good, that doesn't mean much. I thought Deku felt like he was better than me."
"Silly Daddy, Mommy thinks you're the bestest. He loves you lots and forever."
"Yeah. But like I said, some people gotta learn the hard way."
"Like Raidon!" Bakugo chuckled.
"Yeah, Little Ass Kicker." He confirmed. They spent most of the afternoon searching through the photos and talking about the images in front of them. When Youko decided, she offered them to Katsuki who helped her place them in the frame.
"I hope Mommy will love it," the child said, watching her father pack up the items.
"He will. I told you, Deku would be just fine if you handed him a rock. He's weird like that. If it's something from your heart, it'll be the best thing in the world for him."
"Can we watch baby me videos?" Youko took hold of a DVD, handing it to Katsuki. The blond examined the writing on the surface and nodded.
"Yeah, I think we can make some time. You picked a good one. Youko rushed to the couch, climbing into her seat excitedly while Bakugo started the device. He made his way over to her and sat down.
She watched as Katsuki appeared on screen, a newborn Youko lay in his arms wrapped in a white striped blanket. The teen's eyes were focused on his infant.
"Got a good grip for being a few hours old," He said.
"Yeah, kids surprise you." A male voice replied from somewhere behind the phone. "You okay, young Bakugo? you've had a pretty intense day. You look a little-"
"How the hell would you feel if a kid just came out of nowhere? You have no idea how weird it is to go from trying to find that nerd over there to having-" He paused, shaking his head.
"When she looked up at me, something just...clicked."
"It's a lot to take in. I'm sure there's a wide range of emotions and thoughts going through your head, but the important thing-"
"This is...my k-my daughter." He lightly stroked the back of the child's hand with his finger as she tightened her grip. "I guess I gotta stop calling Deku weak."
"That might be a good place to start," the deeper voice agreed.
"And you," Katsuki said in a softer tone, as Youko gazed up at him. "You think you can just show up and turn the whole damn world upside down? You better hear what I'm about to say, cause it might be the only time you hear this from me. I'm not one of these idiots that gets all emotional and sentimental about crap like this. But-" Another pause as he raised her closer to his face.
"I love you more than you're ever gonna wrap your head around, Little Ass Kicker." He softly pressed his lips to the baby's forehead. Suddenly, the camera shifted, catching the teen off guard. He narrowed his eyes at the man.
"What the hell? Was that damn this running this whole time? Damn it!" Youko giggled as the video stopped.
"You're silly," she climbed into his lap, grinning widely.
"You think so?"
"Uhuh. Where was Mommy?"
"He was there. The doctors were still trying to make him better. He needed a lot of sleep. Deku had a lot of recovering to do so he could be with us. He's good now."
"Because you were there to give your love to us!" Bakugo ruffled his daughter's hair.
"Whatever you say, kid. Let's get ready to go, we have a stop to make on the way home."