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Soft laughter filled the room as children played in the colorfully decorated daycare room, light shining through the windows and casting gentle shadows on the floor. My Hero Academia Daycare has been Izuku’s place of refuge for the past two years, and he plans to keep it that way for as long as he possibly can. The room was constantly a mess, but somehow the scattered crayons and misplaced stickers made Izuku feel at home.
“Mr. Mido!” A small boy sat at a table yelled, sticky fingers waving in the air excitedly. Izuku smiled from his chair, leaning over his desk to get a better view of the toddler.
“What is it, Rin?” Izuku’s eyes glimmered in encouragement, eager to hear what the child wanted to tell him. Rin was bent over the miniature table, his face sticky from his apple juice, with a crayon gripped tightly in his tiny hand.
“I made a unicorn!” Rin cheered proudly, urging Izuku to stand and happily walk over beside Rin, gazing down at the drawing.
“Wow, Rin!,” Izuku’s smile widened, “That’s beautiful, I definitely see art in your future!” Izuku praised, causing the little boy to giggle and blush, immediately going back to his art piece. Izuku smiled softly as he turned his eyes to the rest of his students, most of whom were silently drawing or eating their daily snack.
“Excuse me, Mr. Midoriya,” A voice spoke from the door, snagging Izuku’s attention. Izuku’s assistant teacher stood anxiously, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail as she clutched a clipboard to her chest.
“Yes, Yaoyorozu?” Izuku asked curiously, tilting his head in slight confusion at the woman’s obvious nerves.
“There’s a new parent here requesting to speak to you,” Yaoyorozu said nervously, “He’s wanting to bring his daughter here but he’s a little…” She trails off, causing Izuku to lift a single eyebrow before adjusting his colorfully stained apron and nodding gently.
“Alright,” Izuku smiles, walking toward her, “Stay in here with the kids, I’ll go talk to him.”
“Thanks,” Yaoyorozu sighed, relief evident in her face, “Good luck.”
Izuku narrows his eyebrows in slight concern, not sure if he was ready to have a throw down with a parent, which is what it seemed like he was about to be doing based on his assistant’s reaction.
Walking down the hallway, Izuku could begin to hear soft talking, one of which being a very low grumble. Reaching the end of the hallway, Izuku popped his head in the door to the front office, giving a quiet knock on the door, causing the two to snap their heads toward him.
The man, presumably the father, had a rigid energy to him; eyes narrowed, lips turned down in a disapproving frown, and his spiky hair styled immaculately. Not to mention the police uniform. The little girl was almost an exact copy of him physically, despite the obvious gender difference and her blonde hair pulled into space buns.
“Fucking finally,” The man hissed out, jumping to his feet and grabbing the little girl’s hand. Izuku startles, eyes blinking rapidly at the man, his eyes darting between the small girl and the crude father. “I was almost falling asleep out here.”
“Excuse me,” Izuku says sternly, “I’d like to politely ask you to not use explicit language while in the daycare.”
“Fuck that,” The man grumbled underneath his breath, his eyes rolling dramatically as he completely ignored Izuku’s request. “I’m here to check out the daycare, make sure it’s safe and shit.”
“I assure you our daycare is perfectly safe,” Izuku smiled tightly, his eyes squinting in annoyance, “And once again, please mind your language,” Izuku glances at the girl, “There are children present.”
“She’s fucking used to it, nerd,” The man hisses, “Are you gonna let me look around or not?”
Izuku stares at the man in shock, unsure about what to do in this situation. He glances between the fuming father and the small girl, before walking behind the front desk and typing on the computer.
“Can I have both yours and your daughter’s first and last names?” Izuku asks politely, averting his eyes from the man’s intense stare.
“Yui Bakugou,” The man grunts out, tapping impatiently on the desk, watching as Izuku typed away on the computer.
“And yours?” Izuku glances at the man again, ignoring the burning glare.
“Why the fuck do you need my name?” The man hissed, “I’m not the one coming to daycare.”
“It’s a safety procedure, sir,” Izuku says in a monotone voice, “And since you’re so concerned about the safety of our faculty, then you should understand.” Izuku forced a smile.
“Whatever,” The man huffs, “Katsuki Bakugou.”
“Thank you,” Izuku mutters as he continues typing on the computer, filling out all the forms necessary. “Now that you’re partially in our system, you are allowed to check out our daycare with my supervision.” Izuku states, “If you decide to have Yui come here, then you’ll have more paperwork to fill out, sounds good?”
“Yea, whatever,” Bakugou grumbles, holding Yui’s hand tightly in his own. Izuku subtly rolls his eyes before turning his attention to the girl, smiling brightly.
“Hi, Yui,” Izuku waves cheerfully, “I’m Mr. Midoriya, but you can call me Mr. Mido if that’s easier!”
“Mr. Midoriya,” Yui copied hesitantly, and if Izuku wasn’t paying close attention, he would have missed the way Bakugou puffed his chest out in pride. Izuku resists the urge to chuckle as he smiles encouragingly at the girl.
“Yes, very good!” Izuku cheers, “Your pronunciation is amazing!”
Yui smiles, showing off her missing front tooth and crinkled nose. She excitedly grips her fathers hand and smiles up to him, causing Bakugou’s expression to soften ever so slightly.
“Well, shall we?” Izuku motions toward the hallway, leading the way once Bakugou nodded in confirmation.
As they walked Izuku couldn’t help himself from speaking, “I’ve worked here for two years and have had no issues. The neighborhood is great, the kids are great, and for the most part, the parents are great.” Izuku glanced toward Bakugou, who’s eyes were scanning every inch of the hallway. At Bakugou’s silence, Izuku speaks again, “So, I see the uniform. A cop, right?”
“What else does it look like?” Bakugou grunts out, “A male stripper?”
Izuku’s face flushes in embarrassment and at the unwelcomed ( but not unappreciated) visual, immediately waving his hands around and shaking his head desperately.
“No, of course not!” Izuku blurts, “I was just asking to be sure, I didn’t want to call you a cop and then have you tell me it was actually for a costume party,” He nervously laughs, “Or maybe it was a firefighter uniform,” Izuku eyes Bakugou up and down, “Well, no, it’s obviously not a firefighter uniform, but you never know! Things change every day-”
“Can you shut your trap or are you going to continue rambling like an idiot,” Bakugou huffs out, effectively shutting Izuku up. Before he can speak again, Bakugou knocks on one of the walls, “Are you sure these things can withstand a natural disaster?”
“Um,” Izuku glances between the wall and Bakugou, then down to Yui and back to her father. “I’d assume so? I’ve never experienced any issues.”
“What about cameras?” Bakugou glances across the ceiling, “Have any?”
“Yes, we have cameras.” Izuku states blandly, now unsure of the man’s motives and if he was actually looking to drop his kid off.
“Hmm,” Bakugou hums before turning toward Izuku, motioning toward his body. “And what about you?”
“What?” Izuku narrows his eyes in confusion, glancing down at his body, suddenly self conscious.
“Can you withstand an attack?” Bakugou asks plainly, his arms crossed over his chest, causing his forearms to bulge against his uniform. “You look like you’d break in half if I just blew on you.”
“Excuse me?” Izuku stood up straight, his face shrinking backwards in offense.
“I’m just saying that I don’t think you could even defend yourself, let alone twenty defenseless children.” Bakugou states, his eyebrow raising as if asking Izuku to prove him wrong.
“I am quite capable of defending myself and my students,” Izuku states sternly, his expression serious and pissed off, “Now if we can continue the tour, that would be great.”
“It’s fine,” Bakugou hoists up Yui, placing her on his hip, “I’ve seen enough,” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card with his contact information, handing it to Izuku. “Email me the paperwork I need to fill out. Yui will be here everyday starting tomorrow.”
Izuku watches as Bakugou swiftly turns on his heels and stomps down the hallway and out the front door, unsure of what had just happened.