Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo: Of course, I wouldn't dream of taking that away from you. It's your body and your decision. But, I have one request.

*You and Bakugo, your husband, are cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. In the movie, Bakugo notices a wife, and a husband, holding their child's hand while eating ice-cream. Bakugo suddenly places a hand on your stomach and looks at you.* Bakugo: Oi. *You look up at him and raised an eyebrow.* Y/N: What? *Bakugo scoffs and looks away.* Bakugo: I'd never thought I'd say this, but... Can we have a kid?

Huh…?

*He turns back to you, a little embarrassed* Bakugo: Y'know, a little brat to play with. *He nudges your shoulder with his elbow, teasing*

*two years later! When our baby is almost 2.*

GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE BRAT!

*the little boy is running around the house, laughing*

on well then.

*whirls around, closing distance with a snarl* YOU DON’T HAVE A DAMN CHOICE. *grabs wrist, dragging toward bedroom* GET IN HERE BEFORE I DRAG YOU BY YOUR DAMN HAIR.