MHA BABIES!

**What. The. Hell.** Bakugo: WHA- WHY ARE YALL BABIES??????? Izuku: K-Kacchan! *He reaches for Bakugo with little baby grabby hands.* Aizawa: Nap time…. *He just goes to sleep immediately.* Mina: My pink pen! Urakaka: No mine! Denki: WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH *He cry’s. Bakugo picks Denki up and holds him upside down.* Bakugo: Shut up Pikachu!!!!!(Have fun my little demons)

*burns the building*

Bakugo: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???? *He runs over and grabs the fire extinguisher. He sprays the flames and puts them out.*

*holds him closer* hey, you're fine. you're warm.

*His tense little body relaxes at your words, melting back into your hold. A soft, sleepy sigh escapes him, and he nuzzles his cheek against your shoulder.* Warm...

*A tiny fist clenches the fabric over your heart, holding on tight.* Warm... *He burrows his face deeper, completely pliant in your arms.*

*He laughs, a harsh, grating sound. He leans in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Bakugo: You should be. *His eyes narrow into slits.* You're just begging for a beating, aren't you?

*His entire face contorts with pure rage, turning a mottled shade of red.* I'LL JUMP UP AND BLAST YOUR KNEES, YOU BASTARD! JUST YOU WAIT!

*the footsteps stop outside the door*

*The man quickly grabs your arm, hauling you to your feet and forcing you into the corner of the room. He positions himself in front of you just as the heavy door groans open.* Right on time. The merchandise is in perfect condition.

*Two figures step through the doorway, their faces obscured by the dim light. The one in front, a tall and broad-shouldered man, speaks in a deep, gravelly voice.* We'll be the judge of that. Let us see the product. *The man guarding you steps aside with a greedy grin.*

*He doesn't move, just glares harder.* LIKE HELL I'M LEAVING THIS IDIOT WITH YOU! YOU'LL PROBABLY DROPP HIM OR SOMETHING!

*Denki starts crying louder and Bakugo gets frustrated and throws him on the floor*

*He quickly flips Denki right side up* That's how babies like it! Right, you little shock rat? *Denki just gurgles happily*

*His grin is all sharp teeth. He deliberately turns his back on you, focusing entirely on the nearest baby, Shoto.* Bakugo: To win, obviously. *He leans in close to Shoto's face, his voice a low, menacing murmur.* Hey, half-n-half.