A little something different then usual, so I hope you don't mind.
Some Quick Information:
This is a platonic TodoBakuDeku fic
Their children: Todoroki Yuuto, Bakugou Katsuko, and Midoriya Hiroki
Each child is around 5-6
S/O's are left unsaid so you can decide on whatever spouse you want for them each
This was my piece for the @domesticbnhazine and I am so happy to finally be able to release it for everyone to read!
I hope you enjoy!
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The kicking of his chair had finally reached the point where the driver was about ready to turn around and threaten to drive straight back home for the third time. It had been a short trip, but for the small child strapped into the car seat- it felt like hours.
It was not every day her father tagged along for her playdates, so that made today's playdate extra special. She was excited enough as is: meeting up with her two best friends in this whole entire world plus with her daddy. What could be better in the mind of a six-year-old?
When the car had stopped, Katsuko screamed in joy. In front of her, her father coiled into himself, his arms stuck above his head in a way that made him look like he was trying to collect his cool.
"Katsuko." His voice sterned. "We don't scream inside the car."
Katsuki sighed, never fully understanding what would cause his daughter to get so happy to the point where she felt the need to make his ears bleed. He shrugged the thought aside, getting out of the car and moving to let his daughter out.
He opened the door, letting the little girl be free of the restrains of the car seat. Bakugou held her hand as she jumped out of the car. He moved to shut the door but paused when Katsuko placed her hand on the metal and looked up at her father.
"I can do it!"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Alright, but you better not slam it this time."
He watched as his little firecracker put just the right amount of force to shut the door properly. As she jumped in delight, Bakugou touched her back a moment, noticing that something on her attire had come undone on the car ride here.
"Stand still. You undid one of your pigtails." He mumbled, undoing a single one of the pair and then skillfully put his daughter's ash blonde hair back into the fabric covered plastic circle.
Katsuki would never admit it, but he was thankful that his daughter hasn't received his hair texture. He had no idea how his mother did it, but having this type of hair as a girl must be pretty fucking difficult.
"There we go. Alright pipsqueak, let's get this over with." He walked forward, motioning for the smaller Bakugou to follow.
Katsuko bounced around his feet, talking about what happened at school that day, what her brother did that morning, and what kind of dogs she saw on the ride over. Katsuki smirked, fighting back a laugh. She had his excitability, if only it would be towards things that were not mundane.
Bakugou knocked three times on the large home, waiting impatiently for the owner to come out and let him in. Finally, the door was opened to reveal the face of Todoroki Shouto, the frown on his features not entirely out of place.
"You're late." He spoke.
"Huh?" Bakugou snarled. "It's 2:30 on the dot!"
"Playdate started at 2:00." Shouto mumbled, waving to the small girl who was eagerly looking at him.
Shouto moved aside for the two to enter, Katsuko quickly slipping off her shoes and dashing down the hallway. Katsuki's eye twitched his temper already near boiling point.
"Hey! We don't fucking run in the house!"
"Yuuto is allowed to run and Todoroki-san allows it!" She shouted back, already knowing the house rules and not wanting to break one by accident.
Bakugou turned and looked at Todoroki, face calm, but still showing a look of disbelief. Todoroki shrugged, marching towards wherever the rest of this small party currently were. Bakugou followed, but pushed past Todoroki and walked slightly in front of him.
"You allow your damn kid to run in the house?"
"Yuuto hasn't broken anything yet." Was the answer and then Todoroki turned.
Bakugou grumbled a slew of messy swears under his breath, already wishing his partner had been available for this playdate. Seeing these two again for two hours was too much and after he had to listen to those God-awful kid songs on the way over too...
"Bakugou finally showed up." Todoroki announced to the final adult at this gathering.
"Ah! Kacchan." Midoriya smiled, turning his gaze away from the two boys he was currently coloring with. "Want to draw pictures with us?"
"Like hell I do..." Bakugou grumbled, instead, making a dive for a nearby table with some snacks and drinks on it.
"Ko's here!" Hiroki called out, his curly locks bouncing as he dashed away from his father and ran toward the girl.
"Hiro!" Katsuko called, running and embracing the boy.
The two hugged for a few moments before looking at Yuuto who was still quietly drawing on the floor next to Midoriya. The two children exchanged glances and smiled at the other.
"Hugs for Yuuto!" Katsuko called out, flinging her arms open.
Yuuto looked up, seeing his friends running towards him and accepted his fate. As soon as his two more rowdy friends had their fun, he could go back to drawing the picture he had been working so hard on.
Midoriya by this point had figured he could take his leave and go with his former classmates to chat and enjoy some of the Todoroki family's tea and biscuits. With the kids lovingly embracing and him fighting the urge to snap multiple pictures, Midoriya took a seat across from Bakugou and adjacent to Todoroki.
"Glad you could make it." Izuku smiled, the sense of intimidation and rage having slowly disintegrated over the years between the two. Now all that remained was a healthy form of rivalry: whether it was from their heroics or whose kid was more talented depended on the situation.
"Yeah yeah." Bakugou sat down at the table, glancing quickly at his daughter who was settling down among the boys to draw with some crayons it appeared.
He relaxed now, seeing as his kid was occupied and within his scope of vision. Sure she was among these bastards kids... but if Katsuko enjoyed their company and friendship, he would push aside his own feelings about the others for her happiness.
"Your fight last week seemed rather difficult." Todoroki took a sip from his tea, bluntly bringing up Bakugou's latest actions as a pro.
"Yeah... that drug ring was fucking tough. But lucky for me, the building was scheduled to be demolished so I could go a little more out than usual."
"You had quite the work day last week as well, Midoriya." Todoroki pulled in the third party.
"Oh yes. It was a bit hard... with the new sidekick and all. But when the moment occurred, she proved herself and why she was the one I hired to work for me. I'm just glad we were able to stop that fire."
"And what about you Half-and-Half? Seemed pretty fucking quiet on your end?"
"Believe me... just because it didn't make the news, my job last week was enough to make me want to take the next few days off. My brother can be hard to manage when he's refusing to seek rehabil-"
Todoroki stopped his sentence when he felt the hem of his shirt being tugged. His multi-colored hues saw his boy next to him. Yuuto was looking down at his feet, awkwardly moving his body like he had a confession to make.
"What is it Yuuto?" Shouto asked, positioning himself to look at his son.
"I drew you a picture."
Todoroki held out his hand and his boy placed the illustrated picture in it. Yuuto stepped back, hoping his father would like and appreciate all the hard work he had done.
Todoroki smiled softly, seeing the messy scribbles of a person with red and white hair who he assumed to be him standing next to a boy with white hair. It was very cute and sweet, and Todoroki could not help but smile at the feeling of love and admiration that radiated through the page to him.
"Is this me and you?" He asked, reaching forward and gently ruffling the snow colored locks on Yuuto's head.
The boy nodded and Todoroki pressed on. "Where are we?"
Yuuto's eyes sparkled, seeing as how his father was more engaged in his picture then he anticipated. His small finger quickly pointed to what Todoroki could only guess to be a tree. And then to another green substance and another and another.
"We're at the bow tangled gardens!"
"Botanical." Todoroki corrected. "And I can see that. Did you like our trip there?"
Yuuto nodded. "Can we go again soon?"
"I don't see why not."
Before Yuuto could continue, another piece of paper was flown onto the table. Besides it was a bouncing girl trying her best to get her father's attention.
"Daddy! I drew one too! Look! Look!" She eagerly shoved the paper into his hands, excitement ripping at the seams and her ruby hues full of pride for her artwork.
"Relax, I'm lookin' you crazy kid." Bakugou sighed. "And remember what we said about inside voices!"
Bakugou peered down at the drawing, his brow raising in confusion. The page was filled with two people, most likely his daughter and himself, but they were in what appeared to be a tsunami of reds, oranges, and yellows.
"What the hell are these colors?" He asked, knowing full well his tone and language would not offend or harm his daughter's confidence. She had grown up with his tongue and knew very well when he was confused or actually disappointed in her.
And currently, he was confused as hell.
"That's you and me!" She bubbled, pointing to the tall blond man with the spikiest hair that would put 90's anime hairstyles to shame.
"I can see that, but what are we standing in?"
"Oh, those are explosions. We were fighting bad guys."
Bakugou chuckled, ruffling his daughter's hair and not catching the slightly worried gazes of Midoriya and Todoroki. They both had known for a while that Katsuko and Bakugou shared more than a name... but every day their personalities got more and more identical.
"That's my girl. We kick ass and take fucking names."
"Yeah yeah!" Katsuko smiled brightly, happy to have made her father this proud from her drawing.
"Dad." Hiroki mumbled, seeing as Katsuko's turn was over.
Izuku turned and smiled down at his son softly, seeing the final of three drawing held in his hand. Truthfully Izuku would have been fine if he didn't get a picture like his former classmates had... but now seeing that he had one as well- it nearly made him cry right on the spot.
"Did you make me a drawing too?" Midoriya spoke towards his son, emerald eyes shining with a sense of parental endearment.
"I can only show you if you promise not to cry this time, dad." Hiroki warned his father, knowing he could get over emotional easily.
"I-I'll do my best!" Midoriya nodded eagerly.
Hiroki hesitantly handed the paper over, his own eyes warning his father that he wasn't fully trusting him or those words. Hiroki had seen Izuku burst into tears before from just a simple 'you're the best, dad', so this drawing might actually push his father over the edge in the boy's mind.
Midoriya laid the paper down, smoothing it out once before gazing down at it. Once his eyes hit the paper, Izuku knew that he would break his word to his son. The picture just hit home a little too hard for him.
The image, like the other two, had Midoriya and his son together... but this time an added third person? Figure? Was also there. A tall blond man with a bright smile and arms stretched in a heroic pose. The three seemed to be nowhere special, but just enjoying the other's company.
And in a way, that was the most touching part. They were not fighting crime or going somewhere together, but rather all just together because that's what Hiroki had seen as his own version of happiness with his father.
Being with his father and Godfather in any situation, at any time, anywhere was just fine with the small Midoriya. And that was enough to break the older Midoriya's heart.
"Jesus Christ Deku..." Bakugou's eyes twitched when the fountain of tears started pouring from his eyes. "You fucking said you wouldn't cry!"
"Hiroki!" Izuku tugged his son close, his voice reminding him of his own mother's whenever Izuku himself had done something to impress her. And now it was his turn to act the same way for his own child. "I love the drawing."
"Midoriya please... my dining table." Todoroki called out, but his calm tone was carried off by the emotional hero in the room.
"Is Midoriya-san okay?" Yuuto looked at his father.
"Naw kid. Deku's always had a screw loose."
A resonating 'oh' was heard by all three children, taking the words of the older man seriously. Todoroki could only sigh, knowing that out of the three of them, Bakugou was the one whose word was not always 100% sound.
"A-Alright." Izuku wiped the last of his tears away. "I-I'm fine now. Sorry about the table Todoroki-kun."
The taller male shrugged it off, nothing a towel couldn't fix. At least it wasn't damaged beyond repair, that would have made things difficult. Yuuto had already destroyed a desk when learning how to use his quirk, and Todoroki did not want to relive that day anytime soon.
"Can we play a game?" Katsuko asked, sticking to her father's leg like a leech. "I wanna play a game!"
"What game, brat?" Bakugou asked, eyes rolling at how his daughter could go from completely independent and wanting nothing to do with him to suddenly not wanting to be separated from him.
"Me, Hiro, and Yuu will be the heroes and you three are the bad guys we have to catch, okay?"
"You want me to be a villain?" Bakugou deadpanned.
"It might be fun." Todoroki mumbled, seeing as his own son lit up at the idea.
"It just shows Katsuko wants to take after you, Kacchan." Midoriya pointed out.
Bakugou's cheeks tinted pink at this, looking down at his daughter who was patiently waiting to see if he would agree to her game. He clicked his tongue and turned his head away, not wanting to make eye contact in fear of the others knowing how he felt.
"Fine... but only if we switch off when you catch us all..."
The children cheered and quickly gathered into a huddle, making plans and ideas on how to stop the villains. Their fathers just watching and sighing at how childhood could be so simple yet so complicated at the same time.
Fighting villains was easy. Being a hero was difficult. Raising a child? Now that was their ultimate test.
However, despite the fact that their fathers were the top three heroes in the country, to their children... just them being here and spending time with them was enough of a reason for their fathers to be called heroes.