"Need and Want" Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima AU

Lean On Me

You expected Bakugou to look a bit haggard from the desperation of his text, but you weren't expecting a grizzly visage of your friend to open the door.

Bags under his eyes, normally styled hair sticking out in a mess, and...was that a hole burned into his shirt?

"Uh...damn, man. You look like shit- ow!" You elbowed Kirishima in the ribs for his brutally honest observation. "Sorry! I mean, where's the little munchkin? What's her quirk?"

"It's a damn mess is what it is. Also, you don't need those I already have some," Bakugou grunted, pointing to the oven mitts in your hands. You apprehensively laid the mitts on the kitchen table before Bakugou led the two of you inside. His apartment, normally clean and neat aside from a few toys scattered around looked nearly as much of a mess as he did. Chairs pulled out from the table, pillows scattered on the floor, and...oh.

"Singe marks? Oh, no..." You and Kirishima shared a look before turning back to Bakugou. "You said you needed help, and we're here to help. So where is she?"

"Don't panic when you see her and keep the oven mitts on. Kirishima should be able to handle it but you be wary. If she gets too excited or upset her quirk pops off and...well, you see the damage. She can't control it yet."

Bakugou led the two of you down the hall towards Hatsuki's room. "Oi, firecracker. Kirishima and (y/n) are here to see you." Opening the door, Bakugou stepped into his daughter's room with you and Kirishima close behind.

Hatsuki sat on the bed with two oversized and mismatched oven mitts on her short arms. Immediately, she looked up and broke into a wide smile but you could tell she didn't like this situation one little bit. "UNCLE KIRI AND AUNTIE (Y/N) YOU'RE HERE I GOT MY QUIRK BUT ITS LOUD AND-"

"What did we say about yelling inside? Lower the volume." Leaning against the doorframe, Bakugou watched Kirishima walk up to Hatsuki and pick her up in his arms. Since he was at your back, you missed your friend's imperceptible smile.

"Mkay!" She tried her best to hug Kirishima around the neck but the large oven mitts hindered her attempt. "Daddy, when can I take these off? They're itchy and warm."

"You still haven't told us what her quirk is," you said while crossing your arms.

Without missing a beat, Bakugou stated, "Fireballs."

Kirishima turned slowly to Bakugou with wide eyes while you stared at Hatsuki who looked sheepish in your boyfriend's arms. "Fireballs? Oh, man, Hatsu that's so cool!" Kirishima declared with a toothy grin.

"YEAH I'm cool!" When she laughed, a small popping noise came from the oven mitts and she immediately screeched and buried her face into Kirishima's neck. Now you understood what the oven mitts were for.

"She lets off a little fireball and it detonates into something similar to my quirk when it hits something." He looked up and, when you followed his eyeline you noticed even more small scorch marks marred up the off-white ceiling. "At least they're pretty weak but I didn't..." Narrowing his eyes, Bakugou let the thought drift away but you mentally finished it for him.

Didn't know what to do. You walked over to Kirishima and placed a comforting hand upon Hatsuki's head, her soft golden hair filing between your fingers. Bakugou hadn't fixed it up today like he normally did. "I mean, aside from the property damage I think your quirk has a lot of potential, Hatsuki. You just need to get control of it, OK? Everything will be fine."

Hatsuki looked up over Kirishima's shoulder and nodded, her eyes glossy from holding back tears. You turned to Bakugou and gave him a soft smile. "Why don't I give her a bath while you take a break." Nudging Kirishima in the side, he got the message and handed Hatsuki over to you. "Keep him busy," you whispered before walking over to Hatsuki's dresser to pick out some clean clothes.