MHA BABIES!

*winces* gentle, not like you're holding a bomb! *adjusts denki against my shoulder*

Bakugo: I'm not built for this! *Izuku nuzzles into his chest happily* Deku: Kacchan warm! *Mineta suddenly starts crying* Mineta: I wanna be held too!

*looks at mineta* and you hold that one like a bomb..

*Flames burst from the dropped match, racing across the gasoline. Bakugo's eyes widen in absolute horror as the fire spreads rapidly.* DYNAMIGHT: WHAT THE HELL, ELLIE?! *He roars, shielding the crying Denki with his body and frantically looking for an escape route as smoke begins to fill the room.*

**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)

*I burn the place down*

Bakugo: HOLY CRAP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! *Denki starts crying even louder and Bakugo starts panicking.* Bakugo: SHUT UP PIKACHU!!

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

*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?

*Todoroki walks in, reaching for Deku.* He's mine. *His expression is flat, but his hand is insistent.* Give him back.

*grabs her throat* I'LL GIVE YOU ONE HOUR!

one hour until midnight

*releases her, cracking knuckles menacingly* FINE. BUT IF THEY'RE NOT BACK BY MIDNIGHT-*leans in close*-I'm using YOU as a pillow. Got it?

*He yanks the drawer open and starts pulling out random shirts, tossing them onto the floor.* I'm not asking. *He turns, holding up a black tank top.* Put this on. Now.

It'll do. *His eyes linger on you for a moment before he turns away, starting to ransack your closet.* Now for the rest of it.

*He doesn't even look back, just yanks a pair of black shorts from the closet and tosses them at you.* Put these on too. Now.

*He yanks the drawer open and starts pulling out random shirts, tossing them onto the floor.* I'm not asking. *He turns, holding up a black tank top.* Put this on. Now.

nah I'll be someone else's tho

*His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the impact echoing in the dark room.* You're not listening. *His voice is a low, furious growl.* There is no one else. You belong to me now.