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Today is the Day

This was it. It was finally the day he, Dairoji Imai, confessed to his crush. In just a few hours, he would be dating the man he’d looked up to for so

long, who’d inspired so much of his life and driven him to follow in his footsteps and become a hero. Soon, he’d win the heart of Katsuki Bakugou, and his life would be complete.

After he finished these drinks, of course.

Going to confess hadn’t been the original goal of the night. No, the four of them had intended the night to just be fun, drinks and letting loose after a long week of double shifts and paperwork, the short straws they’d pulled as newly minted heroes. However, as it always did,

things quickly deteriorated into Dairoji whining about how in love he was with Bakugou. How impressive his hero stats were (as expected of a hero nearly a decade older than them that’d been in the top ten since his early 20s); how hot he was; how Dairoji just wanted him in

general. Eventually, an idea had formed. A crazy just might work kind of idea, one they would never have entertained while sober, but now...

It hadn’t taken long for Suzana to hack into their HR system to find Bakugou’s address. (Something to bring up with security after they

were dating. The agency would thank him later.) A quick Yooyle maps search had placed it well within train distance, though it looked like a lovely little suburb, something none of them had expected from the hero. If he was being honest, Dairoji had expected some half-lived-in

apartment, maybe a feral cat, but nothing like the well-kept house with an immaculate garden that had appeared on the street view.

He could already imagine moving in after they’d dated a few months, living there as a couple, hosting their coworkers and friends for movie and

game nights. Sure, Bakugou had never before seemed like that kind of person, always sticking to the close group of friends he’d made at UA or by himself. Still, Dairoji was sure that that could change with a little bit of love. He was just a closed-off man, waiting for the right

person to come along and help him open up.

And he was sure he was the one to do so. Ever since Dairoji had graduated and joined as a sidekick, Bakugou had been nicer to him than everyone else. Less likely to growl at him, willing to listen if he had a good idea, had even once

given him a pile of paperwork significantly smaller than the others. The cases had been harder to write up, for sure, but still! He was sure Bakugou felt the same way and had from the beginning, but their status as hero and sidekick kept them from acting on it.

But now, Dairoji was a hero too, and he was determined to get the man he loved.

Getting there hadn’t taken long, all things considered. Asahi, being the least drunk of the group, had managed to get them onto the right train after a couple of false starts. He’d even found a

primarily empty car, so their discussion of how Dairoji would confess wouldn’t interrupt anyone else. A good man and a good hero, Asahi. Not one for words, but he’d stayed vigilant while Suzana and Botan had helped him sort through the best way to confess, eventually settling on

a nice, direct “I love you.” Bakugou was a straightforward man himself; he was sure to appreciate said approach.

With Asahi on watch, they’d only missed their stop twice, a minor inconvenience in the story of their love. Once in the right general area, another fifteen minutes

of stumbling through neighborhoods had led to this moment, this instant that would lead to his fate. They’d doubled and tripled checked, and this was, in fact, Bakugou’s house.

Dairoji’s future house. It was more beautiful in person, even in the darkness.

With a deep breath,

refusing to let himself chicken out, it was three steps to the door. Dairoji banged on the thick, solid wood, calling for Bakugou to make himself known. He could hear his friends shouting encouragement behind him, edging him on as a light flicked to life on the second floor.

A few moments later, he could hear someone unlocking the door, opening to reveal-

Not Bakugou.

In his drink-addled mind, part of Dairoji couldn’t help but think the man standing before him was pretty cute. Big green eyes, curly green bed-swept hair, exhaustion, and curiosity warring in the look he gave Dairoji. Cute. He might have asked him out if he hadn’t been there for

Bakugou. As it were, Dairoji stepped forward, his friends following as he walked past what must have been Bakugou’s roommate because he had a mission, and a short cute green man couldn’t stop him.

“Where’s Bakugou,” he slurred out once they were all inside, the door shutting

behind them. “I need to see him. It’s urgent.”

The cutie looked him over for a long moment before nodding, the sides of his lips quivering for a moment before he spoke. “It’s not Kacchan’s night to wake up with Maki, so he has his hearing aids out. Let me go get him for you.”

Dairoji barely noticed as the other man left the room or the sudden group of whispers behind him, his mind swirling with the nickname he’d been presented with. 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛. So childish and adorable, Bakugou and the green man had to be close friends for him to drop it so

quickly. Maybe it was something all of his friends used, a sign that the gruff grump was comfortable enough to show some level of vulnerability around them, something Dairoji could use as well when they were dating. He already loved it.

“Hey, Dai,” Asahi said quietly, his hand

heavy on his shoulder, “I think we should leave. I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.”

“I didn’t come this far just to back out now. I have to tell him.” Dairoji shrugged his shoulder, trying to shrug off his friend, only for Asahi to grip him tighter.

“No, dude, I think

we made a mistake. I think-”

“Why the fuck are you extras at my house?”

And there he was, standing before him as if he’d just stepped out of one of Dairoji’s wet dreams. Shirtless; scars on display; eyes narrowed as he scanned the group before him; adjusting one of his hearing

aids so he wouldn’t have to sign - Katsuki Bakugou was just as beautiful as he’d been when Dairoji had seen him that morning, only this time he was within reach. This time there were no office politics, no uneven standings keeping them apart.

No, this time, despite their

audience of his roommate and Dairoji’s friends, they were truly alone enough that he could take the step that would let them be together.

“Dai-”

“Katsuki Bakugou,” Dairoji shouted, interrupting whatever Suzana had been about to say, “I’m in love with you. I have been for

years since I first saw your performance at the UA sports festival. That love has only solidified itself over the years we’ve worked together. You were the one who inspired me to follow in your footsteps and become a hero, and all this time together has only made me love you

more. And something makes me think you feel the same. I want us to date, with the intention of marriage at some point in the near future, so we can spend the rest of our lives together.”

Silence. He couldn’t see how his friends were reacting behind him, but there was a long,

thick silence around him. Bakugou just stood there, his face unreadable, arms crossed across his ample chest, though his eyes occasionally flickered towards the green man that stood a few steps away. Said green man in question, who had a dark look in his eyes even as he smiled,

lips tight and head tilted, a not-so-cute look on the previously cute face. For a long, long moment, there was just silence.

“Papa’s a 𝑤ℎ*𝑟𝑒!”

Everyone jumped as a little girl’s wobbling voice broke the silence between them, forcing them all to look towards the stairs.

Three small children stood a few steps up from the bottom, the oldest no more than five, the youngest just an infant in her arms, all three dressed in matching Dynamight-themed pajamas. They were cute kids, from what Dairoji could see, even as tears began to spill down their

cheeks, hiccuping sobs leaving three little mouths. Green hair and red eyes, two blondes and green, all with a splattering of freckles across their cheeks. They almost looked like-

Wait a minute...

“Akina, honey, no.” The green man quickly said, rushing over to the children’s

sides, taking the baby from her arms and pulling the other two into a one-armed hug. “Where did you even learn that word? Whatever, Papa’s not; what made you think that?”

“Tamaki’s Mommy said his other Mommy was a wh*re because she left with her new wife before they were

divorced, and if Papa already has a new husband he’s going to leave us for, then he’s a wh*re, and we’re never gonna see him again, and I don’t want Papa to leave.” The little girl was sobbing now, rambling, the little boy behind her just quietly swiping at his cheeks as he let

his older sister talk for him. The baby at least had calmed down in the green man’s arms, though its siblings’ evident distress forced an occasional whimper from its lips. “Was it because I was bad last week and blew up the playground at school? I’m sorry, I won’t ever blow

anything up again if Papa doesn’t leave.”

“Honey, no-” The look on his face broke as he reached out towards the crying child; whatever Bakugou was going to say was cut off as the green man shot him a look over his shoulder, eyes hard and cold. Something Dairoji couldn’t

understand passed between them, and instead, Bakugou stopped, turning back towards him.

Dairoji couldn’t help but take a step back, feeling so much like a villain at that moment.

“Papa’s friend is just being very silly right now,” the green man said. “How about you take

Yatsuki to the kitchen while I put Maki back in bed, and I’ll come to make us some ice cream and hot cocoa, ok? Once Papa’s sent his friends home, he’ll join us and reassure you just how much he loves you both, loves me, and is staying with us. Ok, baby?”

The little girl

sniffled once before nodding, taking her little brother’s hand in her own before walking down the last few steps. She paused, looking between him and Bakugou, before turning away and fast walking down the hall. The green man turned to glare at him the moment she was gone,

Dairoji’s sense of fear strengthening under his glare.

“Fix it, Katsuki,” he just said before disappearing himself with the infant.

He hadn’t even blinked before Dairoji found himself balancing on the tips of his toes, hands scrambling for purchase on Bakugou’s forearms as he

hung from his shirt collar. His friends were yelling protests behind them; protests that went ignored as small but dangerous pops sparked across Bakugou’s free hand, his face twisted into a snarl usually reserved for battle.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d kind of fucked up.

“I’m guessing you broke into my personal files, breaking three different laws right there,” Katsuki snarled, each word spat out as if it pained him, “came to my house, upset my husband, and made my fucking kids 𝑐𝑟𝑦. Tell me why I shouldn’t blast your drunk asses and call the

hero on duty to come take you to processing.”

“We’re so, so sorry, sir,” Asahi said quickly, stepping forward into a deep bow. “We weren’t aware you were married and acted on misinformation. Our actions were so, 𝑠𝑜 very wrong, with no excuse we can give to make them right.

All we can do is beg for forgiveness, and hope that our past actions as heroes speak for our dedication to justice, and you allow us to make up for this lapse in judgment.”

“Oh 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡,” Dairoji growled, breaking out of the hold. “And stop talking like your boss,

Asahi; it’s fucking annoying. You led me on.” The last bit was snapped back at Bakugou, Dairoji glad that his explosions came from his hands instead of his eyes.

“Dai-Dai, come on, man,” Botan did softly, a bit of his quirk lacing into his voice. “You obviously misread

something, so let’s just calm down, ok?”

Dairoji could almost feel himself sinking into the calm Botan was trying to push into him; he could see Bakugou relaxing under the weight of his words as well, but 𝑛𝑜. He wanted answers. 𝑁𝑜𝑤.

“You were 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 to me,” Dairoji

said, hating how his voice came out like a whine. “Ever since I started, you were 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 to me from day one, and everyone knows you’re a jackass. That, that has to mean...” But even as he said it, standing before Bakugou himself, watching as the green man walked down the steps

and ran a comfortable, 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 hand over his bare shoulder as he passed by on his way to the kitchen, Dairoji could hear just how weak his evidence sounded. Amongst just his friends, it was solid, stronger than All Might when it was a pipe dream and a half. But now...

“You started as a sidekick, what, five years ago,” Bakugou asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “My 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 was born five years ago. I was sleep deprived and being nice to everyone, fuck weed. Everyone had always complained about how hard I ran the interns, so I

thought I’d give the new kid a break. Like that’ll ever happen again.” The last bit was muttered to himself, though it was still loud enough to almost knock Dairoji on his ass.

He really had made a terrible, horrible mistake.

“Hero licenses, now,” Bakugou finally growled, holding out one of his hands, popping the other when it seemed they might refuse. “I’ll be filing official complaints with your supervisors in the morning. This is a serious breach of privacy, harassment, the emotional distress of

children, behavior unbecoming of heroes, and grounds, at the very least, for a civil suit, if not a criminal. Be lucky if I only ask for temporary suspension.”

Reluctantly, they each handed over their licenses, Katsuki reading off their supervisor’s name as he was handed each

one.

“Glasses, Ponytail, Icy-hot,” he paused, snickering slightly as he shook his head. “You all know most of the top 50 love my husband and brats, right? Deku’s ‘quirk’ is somehow getting everyone to love him, as annoying as that is, and considering all of these people are

close friends, you fucked up. Now get the hell out of my house. I have children to comfort and a husband to convince that the only person I’m a whore for is him.” As if they weren’t worth watching leave, Bakugou just turned and left, long strides taking him down the hallway where

his husband and children had disappeared.

One by one, heads down and tails tucked between their legs, they slowly filed out of the house, Suzana firmly closing the door behind them. The previous excitement of the night long gone, they trudged forward, determined just to go home

and sleep off the horrid night. None spoke; they just went their separate ways, waiting for the morning to come and their fates to be sealed.

*~*

𝐏𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

“𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 [𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑] [𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑] [𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑] 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐿𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.”

*~*

Seeing the magazine cover plastered over every store and convenience stand on his way to work had been bad enough, causing a curl of shame and panic in his stomach. Seeing Dynamight standing in the agency entrance hall in his casual clothes - a necklace of bite marks and

hickeys etched into his neck far above anything coverable, their HR rep laughing even as she scolded him for being “unprofessional” - just made it even worse. As if he was wearing a bell, the two turned towards him when the door closed, their HR rep’s face falling into neutral

disapproval, Dynamight’s a feral grin.

“Mr. Imai, I believe we have something serious to discuss. If you’d follow me, we can get right to it.”

This was it. This was when he, Dairoji Imai, found out just how much he’d fucked up.

[END]

Had to censor some words a lil bit so twitter wouldn't use the ban hammer, but I love tormenting my OC to further the BkDk agenda. I hope yall enjoyed!