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Bakugou and Kirishima had been married for 5 years now. They’ve been through the bad and good together. Thankfully the good always outweighed the bad.
“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked in concern, offering him a hand to help him out of the car, “you look like you’re going to be sick.”
Bakugou shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” He replied, with a tense smile.
“Are you regretting it?” Kirishima asked nervously, feeling how stiff his husband had become.
“Never.” Bakugou replied quickly, squeezing his hand.
The speed at which he replied eased the red head significantly, allowing him to smile softly at the blonde.
They walked together into the hospital, both clearly nervous but also extremely excited. One of the nurses met them in the lobby to escort them up to the correct ward. This ward was completely different than the ones they usually found themselves in, being Pro Heroes and all. They've seen their fair share of dangerous situations that landed them in this very hospital. More close calls than they would have liked to admit. Kirishima had stayed with Bakugou the entire week that he was in a coma. Two days after he had woken up, Kirishima had proposed to him. It seemed so long ago now, but to them there was never enough time to be with the other; and the last 5 years had been blissful.
They had gotten the call only a half hour before they arrived at the hospital and it was still early in the morning when they arrived. The sun just peaking over the horizon. They stopped in front of the door the nurse told them and took a deep breath together before pushing inside.
“Hey guys.” A female voice greeted them quietly.
They both halted staring at the soft baby cradled in her arms. The blonde stiffed like someone was squeezing his chest, as his vision narrowed down to the sleeping bundle.
“Hi Mikayo.” Kirishima breathed softly moving farther into the room with an arm around Bakugou's waist.
“We missed it?” Bakugou whispered.
She gave a slow nod. “Sorry. I couldn’t really hold out any longer.” She laughed softly, “it was the quickest birth I’ve ever gone through.”
She turned towards Kirishima, holding out the baby carefully. “Here Eijirou, hold him.” She said.
The red head unwrapped his arm around Bakugou to carefully cradle the sleeping baby in his arms. He brushed the pale blonde hair on his head with the tip of his finger. “He has so much hair.” He chuckled softly.
“I was shocked too.” Mikayo laughed, readjusting herself in her bed, “I’ve never seen a baby born with so much hair before. It must be your genes.”
The blonde stared down at the baby with almost child like wonder.
“We’re thinking of having a baby.” Bakugou said, as his parents sat down at the table.
They stared at the couple for a moment. “How are you going to do that?” Mitsuki asked, taking a long sip from her mug.
“We found a surrogate that has a quirk where they can touch two people and create a baby.” Kirishima replied, handing them a picture of Mikayo, “she combines our DNA, so it's like having an actual biological child.”
“That’s.. interesting.” She replied, "and it doesn't have any of her DNA?"
"Nope," the red head replied with a grin, 'isn't that cool?"
“I think that’s great!” Masaru added with a wide smile, “I was so happy when you were born Kit Kat that I started crying.”
Bakugou scoffed with a blush. “I won’t cry.” He mumbled.
“Everyone says that.” Mitsuki laughed, “and then they actually touch their baby for the first time and they’re a mess.”
She stood up from the table and grabbed one of the many photo albums from the living room. She flipped through a few pages before stopping and pointing to one of the pictures pasted to the page. “Look at you two.” She sighed.
It was a picture of his father holding him with tears streaming down his cheek. Bakugou was crying as well, although he had a wide smile across his face.
“Your father was so upset when he saw you crying. He thought you didn’t like him.” She laughed, regarding the photo with fondness.
“Well you would be upset if you thought your new born baby already hated you.” Masaru argued.
“But then you touched his face and laughed.” She continued with a nostalgic smile, “which only made him cry harder.”
They flipped a few more pages until Bakugou put a hand on his mothers. “Do you think we can do it?” He asked hesitantly.
She stared at him in surprise before she grinned again. “I think you can do anything Katsuki.” She said softly, “you’ve really changed over the years. Honestly, if you had asked me a couple years ago I would have said no.”
He glanced at her in guilt.
“But now I think you will do wonderfully.”
He bit his lip before nodding, accepting the affirmation. “Let’s do this Eijirou.” He said to the red head with a smile.
Bakugou stood beside Kirishima staring down at the baby in wonder. “Do you want to hold him?” Kirishima asked softly, leaning down a bit.
Bakugou nodded his head quietly, still taken completely by the baby’s soft features. His placed him carefully down in his arms.
“Oh my god. This is real.” Bakugou whispered, “he’s really here.”
The baby’s nose scrunched up before his eyes opened to stare at Bakugou. They stared at each other, completely entranced before Bakugou’s eyes began to sting.
“Oh shit. It’s happening.” He breathed out shakily, his eyes filling with tears,“he’s so beautiful.” He laughed wetly as a tear rolled down his cheek.
His eyes glittered like rubies as Bakugou lifted him closer to his face and kissed his forehead.
“What did I tell you? Crying like a baby.”
Mitsuki and Masaru stepped into the room with balloons and wide smiles. “How are you Mikayo?” Masaru greeted, “we brought some fruit if you want.”
“I’m okay. This isn’t even close to the first time I’ve given birth.” She chuckled, “but I think it's the most rewarding.”
Bakugou didn’t even have the ability to send his mother a sneer at her comments. “Look at him ma’.” He said, “he’s beautiful.”
He wiggled his finger at him in greeting when he grabbed it in his little hand. “He’s got such a strong grip.” He cooed.
“Oh shit. It’s happening.” Masaru said as his eyes filled with tears of his own.
“That’s exactly what Katsuki said.” Kirishima giggled.
“Everyone knows that if he cries, I cry.” Masaru replied, wiping under his eyes, “just let me see my grand baby.”
Bakugou made his way over and took one knee beside his father to watch him cradle him. “Have you decided on a name yet?” He asked.
The two looked at each other with smiles. “We decided a couple of weeks ago.” Kirishima replied, “we were thinking Rikuei.”
“That’s nice.” Mikayo added, biting into a piece of watermelon, “I like it.”
“Daddy!” Rikuei yelled from the living room.
“What!” Bakugou yelled panicked, running in from the kitchen, “what’s wrong.”
“My hands all weird.” Rikuei stated, running over to the blonde.
Bakugou’s eyes widened at the familiar rock like formation forming over the 5 year olds fist. “Oh my god!” He yelled with a wide smile, “It’s your quirk!”
“My quirk?” The little boy questioned, cocking his head in confusion.
Bakugou nodded, “It looks like its like Dad’s quirk!”
The child stared at him before raising his arm in triumph and excitement until he punched his fist forward like he’s seen his dad do on T.V and propelled an explosion towards Bakugou. He stared in horror as it hit the other head on, knocking him off his feet and into the wall. He shook his hand in panic. “NO!” He screamed, “I didn’t mean to!”
Bakugou jumped up quickly from the floor and grabbed him by the arm. “It’s okay Rikuei. I’m fine.” He stated.
His clothes were a little scorched but other than that he seemed completely fine. “Dad’s going to be so happy when he comes back from work.” Bakugou added in reassurance, “but first we need to go to the quirk registry office.”
Rikuei nodded slowing, sniffling quietly.
Unfortunately when shit started to hit the fan in the Kirishima-Bakugou household it really hit the fan.
The front door slammed shut loudly, seeming to rattle the entire house. “Don’t slam the door! You’re going to break something!” Bakugou stated absentmindedly, as he peeled some vegetables in the kitchen.
He turned to greet Rikuei as he stormed into the kitchen. “Hey kid,” He smiled, grabbing him in a hug, “are you here for the weekend-“
He was shoved off harshly, the countertop digging into his back. “You used to bully Uncle Izuku didn’t you?” He hissed, his glare piercing straight through the blonde.
Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock. “How do-“
“You did!” He yelled, “You told him to kill himself!”
“Where did you hear about that?” Bakugou asked, gripping the countertop.
“My whole class knows now because of some D-lister villains quirk.” He spat angrily.
“What’s all the yelling about?” Kirishima asked, coming into the kitchen from their bedroom, "Rikuei, I didn't even know you were coming home-"
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to be related to you right now?” He hissed, “how much I hate having to admit that I’m your son?!”
Bakugou bit his lip, clenching his eyes shut. His face was a mix between embarrassment, shame, and anguish.
“Rikuei!” Kirishima snapped, going to grab his arm.
He threw his stuff down on the ground and stomped back to the front door. “I hate you! I don’t understand how Uncle Izuku can stand to be around you!”
The door slammed again signalling his exit.
“Fuck.” Bakugou whispered, putting his head in his hands as he cried, "f-fuck."
“Katsuki.” Kirishima whispered, rubbing his back.
The kitchen was silent except for the blonde's hitched sobs, and soothing words from Kirishima.
“I need to go find him.” Bakugou stated hoarsely, straightening up. “I need to explain everything to him.”
“Katsuki. It’s late.” Kirishima argued, although his expression conveyed the clear worry he was feeling.
“All the more reason to go look for him.” Bakugou replied, “I’ll take the car, you run around the block, okay?”
Kirishima sighed but nodded putting his coat on. As much as he was angry with what his son has said to his husband, he was still worried about what could possibly happen to him. He was strong as hell and one of the top students in his heroics class but that didn't mean that he didn't still need his parents.
"I'll circle the block a couple times, you drive down to the main road and around the bend. I'll meet you back here in 20 minutes and we'll see if anyone's seen him," Kirishima suggested, holding out the blonde's coat so he could slip his arms in.
The red head turned him around to face him, kissing him softly on the forehead even as tears still fell down the blonde's face.
"We'll find him, okay?" He said softly, "it's all going to be okay."
Rikuei came back home the next morning. He recognized his Uncle Izuku's car sitting in the driveway but his family’s car was gone. He opened the door to Midoriya and Kirishima murmuring quietly to each other in the living room over cold mugs of tea.
“Hi.” He greeted sheepishly, scuffing his toe into the deep red rug on the living room floor.
Kirishima bit his lip with an unreadable expression, almost assessing and re-assessing what to do next before he swiftly stood up.
“Let’s go.” He said, grabbing his son by the wrist and hauling him outside and into the passenger seat of Midoriya’s car. Kirishima sat in the back as Midoriya climbed into the driver seat and pulled out of the driveway with a grim expression.
“I heard what happened.” He finally said to him after a few moments, staring ahead at the road, “you don’t know anything about the situation and neither does anyone else. So don't make yourself apart of it."
Rikuei looked down at his lap in guilt and embarrassment. His Uncle had never talked to him like this before, and he was pretty certain that he didn't like it.
“That’s between your father and I and it always will be.” He added.
“How can you be friends with him after everything he’s done to you!?” Rikuei yelled, his mind spiralling in confusion.
“I love your father like a brother. He’s been the closest person in my life besides my mother.” Midoriya snapped back, anger clear on his face, “sure those years hurt like hell but we got over our differences years ago.”
He sighed rubbing his fingers into his forehead. “He’s helped me out in ways that you can’t even imagine. He’s a good man.”
Rikuei pouted but sat silently, glancing in the mirror back at his other dad who was staring out the window with vacant eyes. He'd never seen his father so... empty before.
“I don’t understand you Rikuei.” Kirishima spoke, his voice flat, “He loves you so much, more than anything in the world and you just spit in his face like he was nothing.”
He flinched his eyes shooting back to his lap, a pit growing in his stomach.
“Where are we going?” He asked hesitantly.
“Eijirou, you didn’t tell him?” Midoriya asked in shock, his eyes flying back to the red head.
“How was I supposed to? He didn’t answer any of our calls or texts.” He replied, the emotionless tone still in his voice, "he just disappeared."
The teen slipped his phone out of his pocket turning the device back on quietly. He keep his head down as they continued driving, until they finally stopped.
The door popped open beside him and he was grabbed firmly by his forearm again by his Dad. “T-the hospital?” He asked as he was lead into the lobby and up the elevator, not really catching the sympathetic glances that medical staff were giving them as they passed by.
Midoriya followed the two with a deflated expression and posture, completely opposite of the usual symbol of peace.
“This is the hospital where you were born.” Kirishima stated with a ghost of a smile before it fell, “now your dad’s here.”
The boy quirked a brow at him, it wasn't completely unusual for one of his dad's to be hurt. They're Pro's so he's had to visit them a couple times as they broke something or needed to get something stitches. Why was it a big deal all of a sudden? Had his dad gone to work after he left?
Rikuei stared at him in confusion until his eyes finally widened as they stepped off the elevator at the ICU. “Your Grandparents are here right now.” Kirishima stated, “stay here with Izuku.”
Kirishima rang the buzzer and was let in by the nurse on the other side of the sealed door.
“What’s going?” He asked shakily, turning to Midoriya.
The green haired Pro sighed heavily, the exhaustion seeping from every bone on his body. He slumped into one of the many chairs in the waiting room, his head falling into his hands.
“He was in a car accident last night.” He replied quietly, “he was hit by a drunk driver that ran the red light and t-boned him.”
The door suddenly slid open revealing Mitsuki and Masaru with greying hair and tears in their eyes. “Hi honey.” Mitsuki greeted wetly, giving him a hug and a kiss on the crown on his head, “It’s going to be okay. Just call us if you need anything.”
Masaru gave him a nod of support before giving him a hug as well when Mitsuki released him.
“Come on.” Kirishima said, guiding him into the ICU with Midoriya behind them.
“I did everyone a favour by not telling them why Katsuki was driving in the first place.” He stated, stopping in front a sliding door.
That would mean that...he wasn't going to work?
The teen stared at the door frozen.
“Go on.” Kirishima ordered, his voice stern and cold.
“Eijirou.” Midoriya warned softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Rikuei reached forward shakily, grabbing the handle and pulling it open to reveal Bakugou laying in the hospital bed surrounded by machines that were pumping oxygen and medication into his body. The boys hands flew up to cover his mouth as a whine of despair slipped through. Kirishima pushed past him, sitting in the chair next to the bed. He carefully ran his fingers through his husbands pale blonde hair, his eyes watering.
“He was looking for you, you know.” Kirishima stated softly, “he ordered me to look by foot, while he looked with the car. We were supposed to meet up again to look together ”
Rikuei worried his lip as tears fell down his cheeks. “I didn’t find you, but I found our car flipped over in the middle of an intersection with paramedics all around it.”
His breath hitched as he started crying. “Nothing hurt him as much as this before.” He sobbed, “I’ve never seen him as miserable as after you said that you hated him.”
All three of them were curled up in different spots around the hospital room. Rikuei had his headphones in, listening to music and looking at his pictures when he noticed his voicemail box had multiple messages in it.
“You have 3 new messages. Hit 1 to play unheard messages.”
“Message #1”
“Rikuei I need you to answer your fucking phone. Daddy’s been in an accident and I need you to come home.” Kirishima’s watery voice said.
“End of message. To delete-“
“Message #2”
“Where are you?” Kirishima’s voice came on again. “You really hurt Dad’s feelings tonight. You don’t know what the two of them have been through since they were kids. If I ever hear you talk that way to him again there’s going to be serious consequences.”
“End of message. To delete-“
“Message #3”
“I’m sorry Rikuei." Bakugou's voice was so clear it was like he was talking to him right next to him. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life and I regret so much. I was a stupid kid that had so many problems and no way to deal with them so I took it out on one of the people that was always there for me.” There was a deep breath and a sigh. “I feel like I don’t tell you this enough but I’m so proud of you. You got into UA without even telling Dad and I and you’ve been doing so well at your internship. I’m proud of you for sticking up for what you believe in even if that means you tell me you hate me. I love you so much kiddo and I'll see you soon.”
“End of messages. To delete this message, press 7. To save message, press 9-“
He pulled his headphones out of his ears and pulled his knees to his chest. He made a big mistake.
The years were good to Kirishima and Bakugou. Bakugou stayed wrinkle free like his mother even though he was already almost 50.
“You put the wine in the fridge right?” Bakugou asked, as he mashed potatoes in one of the many pots on the stove.
“Yep. I put it in there this morning.” Kirishima replied, putting more pepper in the gravy and stirred as he bounced his leg to the music playing in the background.
“Can you put out the wine glasses when you’re done?” The blonde asked, setting out 4 plates on the dining room table.
Kirishima hummed in confirmation, just as the doorbell rang. “Coming!” Bakugou called, dodging Kirishima as he came behind him with the glassware.
“Hi Katsuki!” His daughter in law greeted happily, with a hug.
“Hello Aki.” He greeted back, returning the hug, “the food almost done.”
“Hi Dad.” Rikuei said, with a smile giving his dad a hug as well.
“Do you want me to take those?” Bakugou offered, seeing two bags in his hands.
“It’s fine, they’re actually gifts for after supper.” He replied with a wide smile.
Kirishima gave his own greetings as they all sat down at the table and poured wine into each glass along with water. They talked and laughed through the meal.
“You haven’t touched your wine at all Aki.” Bakugou stated, with a worried expression, “I thought you liked this brand.”
The couple looked at each other with warm smiles. “We have some news.” Rikuei started, handing both of his parents a gift bag.
“Go on. Open them.” Aki encouraged, radiating happiness.
They both shrugged, reaching into the bags and pulling out teddy bears holding hearts that said ‘Grandpa’ on them.
“We’re having a baby!” Aki cheered, holding her phone up to take a picture of the two.
They looked at the two and then at each other in shock before Bakugou burst into tears. “Oh shit. It’s happening.” He sniffed, shoving his face into Kirishima's shoulder.
“Don’t worry, this happens on his side of the family.” Kirishima laughed, "It's going to happen to you too Rikuei."
“I’m going to be a grandpa Eiji.” Bakugou wailed.
It all comes full circle.