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He thought it was serious and for a lifetime, obviously he just made a mistake. Their kid now blames himself for his parents' divorce. Turned out that having a child at 18 wasn't a great idea for new Heros.
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"Sorry, it won't work," he said looking into y/n eyes, losing himself in the e/c, it's strange how much he liked her eyes, yet he thought it was not enough.
"But, it was working out well," she looked at him confused. "Your parents love me, I am good for you."
"Good isn't enough." He looks away. "I found someone, that I like."
Y/N stood up from Bakugos bed looking at him, "You are worse than my toxic ex." She took her backpack, "I will tell my goodbyes and head out."
Y/N goes downstairs to the kitchen where Mitsuki and Masaru are preparing a table for the four of them. She looked at them with sad eyes, she knew them for only 3 months and it already felt like she was part of the family. Mitsuki was such a lovely woman, just like her mother was before she passed away, and Masaru was like a father to her.
"Sorry, I have to go."
"Oh dear, what do you mean?" Mitsuki approached y/n worried. "Is everything all right?"
Y/N smiled trying to reassure the woman. Bakugo came down and looked at his parents, "It's over between us." he said, his hands in his pockets. He walks towards the door and opens it for Y/n.
"Goodbye, Ms. and Mr. Bakugo. It was a pleasure to meet you and to be part of this family." Y/n walks over to the door, throwing a last glance at Bakugo, he looks at her, without regret in his eyes, and that's when she notices a dark purple spot on his collarbone, her eyes widen and she walks out saying her last words, "Truly worse."
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"Katsuki, I can't stay today, I am on patrol!" Ochako put her hero suit on in front of the mirror.
"Babe, we talked about this, I have a meeting," Bakugo was in the other corner of the room, tying his tie, "I can't keep asking my mom to watch over Masami, he is your son too."
Ochako turned to him throwing her hairbrush at him, "He is your son too, moron." Bakugo ducks and looks at her annoyed.
"This is why we are getting a divorce."
"Just because I throw things at you?" she puts her hands to the sides.
"Knives mind I say, but mostly because I spend more time with our son than you, and," He looks at her mimicking her pose, "when was the last time we talked like normal people? We are always at each other throats. When even was the last time we fucked?"
The brown-haired woman turned around and walked out of the room going towards the front door, "I found another one."
Bakugo sighed, unfortunately, he didn't care anymore, because the two of them lost the moment when they still felt something for each other. "Hey, kid!"
Katsuki walks out of the room and goes to his kids' room, walking in he looks around, "Kid, it's not funny, I got work to do, you will stay at the old hag house."
Nothing.
"Masami?" he looks under the bed. "Kid?"
Bakugo walk around the big house looking for his son, 'looks like Ochako took him finally'.
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Rot.
It was the only thing Y/n smelled. Every damn time. Why did she get the Revocation Quirk? One of her sisters is a doctor, she has an excellent quirk, with one look she can tell what's wrong with someone's health. The other one, is a great singer, the new star, a breath of fresh hair, the female sex symbol. And what was Y/n?
The cop in the family. As some say: There are always bad apples in the bunch.
Even so, Y/n liked her work, and her life, after what happened 4 years ago, she used college and work as medicine, to forget that stupid mistake.
Although she liked the said work, there were always moments when she wished to be a nail tech or some baker. Some corpses made her think that 'Humanity' is something we as a society have lost long ago.
Yeah, the guy was a drug dealer, and an addict himself, everybody has flaws, but why the hell did his killer think it would be a nice thing to tie the poor man in a shibari style? Ass up. Pants down. A flask up his back entrance. What kind of oil painting is this?
This city was driving Y/n crazy.
"So chef?" said one cop, pinching his nose behind her.
The poor dead guy...
"I can't even imagine what the fuck he did to deserve this." Y/n turned to her colleague, behind him, a small blond-haired boy walked towards them looking down at his feet. "Well shit, wrap this up."
Y/N skipped toward the boy turning him around with one hand, "Hey little one, this ain't a place for someone like you."
The boy looked at her, his nose was red and puffy as if he cried some time ago, Y/n smiled and crouched down ruffling his hair.
"My name is Y/n L/n, I am a detective, and this alley is closed right now. What's yha name?" The boy looked at her, his bottom lip quivering, she sighted. "Okay... Want some ice cream?"
He nodded. Well, now they were getting somewhere. She took his small hand and led him towards a park where a small ice cream van was parked.
The boy asked for a lemon sorbet, while Y/n chose f/f.
"So, will yha tell me your name?" she asked, as they sat on a bench under a large tree, hiding away from the sun.
"Why do you talk like that?" the boy looked up at her, his brown eyes gleaming with interest, making Y/n chuckle.
"Sorry, it's my professional deformation showing. Can I get your name, young mister?"
"Masami," the boy extended his hand, Y/n shook his hand smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Y/n."
She laughed, loudly. A kid made her laugh so loud that the birds decided to fly away. This was something. "I like you, you have some charm." The boy smiled, his cheeks turning pink. "Masami, can you tell me where your parents are?"
He shook his head, his smile turning into a sad one, "At work."
"Okay, can you tell me where you live?"
"On the streets," he responded with determination.
"What now?" she looked at him worried.
"My parents are sad because of me."
"Kid, I am sure that's not true, you are so cute, how could you make them sad?" Y/n starts to stroke his back.
"They are always arguing and," he takes a spoon of ice cream, "they don't want to spend time with me," another spoon, "So I took my toys and left."
Don't laugh, the kid is in a difficult situation. Y/n looks away, trying to compose herself. He takes another spoon.
"You want to live in the streets?" she received a nod. "There are bad people in the streets, it's really dangerous."
"I'm not scared!" He punches the air. How cute.
"Your mom will worry..."
"No, but dad will." Masami looks at his empty cup and stands up to throw it away.
"Well, maybe you should tell him first that you want to live on the streets," Y/N follows the kid, he looks up at her, and she almost sees his brains working around her words, after some seconds he nods.
"I will tell daddy, let's go home" he starts to walk and Y/n follows him thanking the goddess.
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Katsuki is sitting at the dinner table, looking down at his phone. He called Ochako to thank her for taking Masami, only for her to respond that he wasn't with her, then he ran around the neighbourhood trying to find his troublemaker. After an hour he reported this disappearance to the cops, 'Where is he...'
Ding~Dong
Katsuki falls from the chair and sprints towards the door, Opening it he sees his small son.
"I'm going to kill you kid," he growls as he hugs him.
"Do that later," Masami hugs him back laughing, "I'm going to live on the street daddy! So that you and mom stop fighting!"
Katsukis relieved expression falls into a confused one, "What are you talking about? We don't fight because of you."
"Yes, you do!" The kid stomps. "Mom is always angry..."
This makes Katsukis heartache, yes he doesn't love his wife anymore, but his son... Oh, his son is the best thing that happened to him, this small troublemaker who loves to fight with him over everything.
"Kid, mom and I..." Katsuki glanced at his child, "We don't love each other, it happens, this is why we fight, not because of you."
Masami looks at his dad with sad eyes, "Mom will change houses?"
"Yeah," Katsuki nods crouching down, taking Masamis hand into his, "Mom will move out to another house, you can stay with me or go with her, but I will always be there for you."
"Mom won't be your wife?" Masami looks confused, Katsuki nods smiling sadly, "Can we keep Y/n then?"
Now Katsuki is the one who is confused, he looks at the street behind his son, seeking someone. "Who brought you back?"
Masami runs inside giggling, throwing his shoes off his feet.
"Detective Y/n, she gave me ice cream!" he climbed the couch, crossing his legs. "I met her in that dark street, it smelled so bad! Like farts!"
Katsuki picked up the kids' shoes and after putting them away sat beside the small boy, "Tell me more."
"She said that street is closed because some bad guys think that they are better than the rules!" Masami looks at the ceiling thoughtfully, "Or... dawns?"
"She meant laws." He pats his son's head, "It's a system of rules, that the civilians need to follow."
"That's what I said!" Masumi sticks his tongue out, and Katsuki touches it with his fingers. "Ewww, gross!"
Katsuki laughs hugging his son again.
"Do you remember that detective's full name?" the kid nods but keeps quiet. "What's her name Masumi?"
"How did you know it was a girl?"
"Just felt it."
Masumi puts his small hand on top of Katsukis tummy, it's always hard, and because of that Masumi doesn't like to sleep on top of his dad. "Your tummy feels things?"
Katsuki roars with laughter picking up his son, "Kid, just tell me the name."
"Y/n L/n."