𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

#kacchako thread

Katsuki's only priority is the little girl he's raising on his own. Yoko is his world and he'll protect her no matter what. Kindergarten is new, scary, territory for Katsuki. But thankfully Yoko seems to be quite fond of her teacher.

The original idea for this came from me rambling: https://twitter.com/sansllura/status/1246201356056133632?s=20

Yoko had been six months old. Drinking from the bottle and squirming on the floor as she worked her way towards crawling. A chubby blond ball with big brown eyes who was incapable of not chewing on everything she got her hands on. She was six months old when Camie walked out.

She’d simply told him she was leaving. It didn’t come as a shocker. They both knew their relationship was long dead- far beyond the point of repair. The breakup had been inevitable. What Katsuki hadn’t realized at the time was she wasn’t just leaving him, but Yoko as well.

At first he thought it would only be temporary. Camie could be just as hotheaded as he and likely wanted a break. Sure she was selfish at times and often complained about not being able to go out to party as often, but she wasn’t cruel enough to leave her own daughter.

The break had not been temporary. He’d been at his parents' with Yoko for the day and had come back to find all of Camie's stuff gone. Not a note, not a text and no matter how many times he called, no response.

At twenty-two years old Bakugou Katsuki became a single father.

Yoko's first words, steps and birthday he experienced by himself. He watched her grow alone, dealt with the tantrums and the tears. Read the bedtime stories and gave the goodnight kisses.

Katsuki didn’t half-ass anything and he certainly would never half-ass being a dad.

His daughter was his world.

She had the best parts of both parents- boundless energy and confidence mixed with bright smiles and happy chattering.

There was nothing in his mind she didn’t deserve and not a soul in the world who deserved her in turn.

His dating life ended with Camie.

He constantly assured Yoko had only the best and that did not entail an ever-rotating mother figure in her life. Katsuki didn’t need a girlfriend, he needed his daughter to be happy.

At twenty-two, Bakugo Katsuki became a single father and he had no intention of letting go of that role anytime soon.

“Daddy it’s time to get up!” Yoko burst into his room, a ball of energy despite the early hour.

Truthfully Katsuki had been up for a while but he rolled over anyway, letting out a big snore as he pretended to still be sleeping.

Yoko was an early riser like him and they had a set routine for the mornings. She’d run to his room to “wake him up” before they’d head downstairs and have breakfast.

The struggle of getting her dressed could come after a peaceful meal.

The soft-touch of a small finger on his cheek prompted out another snore which was met with a little giggle.

“Get up Daddy!”

“Five more minutes.” He groaned, raising his hand to lightly push his daughter back as she began poking him in earnest.

Yoko let out a small huff and predictably a moment later a small body had jumped up and landed on his chest. Katsuki had to force the smile off of his lips as he let out a dramatic groan and finally opened his eyes. Insistent on playing the tired dad for just a bit longer.

Yoko sat on his chest, small hands on both sides of his face, slightly squishing his cheeks. Her blond hair was sticking up at odd ends and he mentally dreaded the ordeal of getting a brush through it.

“You’re crushing me!” He fake complained.

“I’m not gonna make it!”

Hands still on his cheeks she giggled. “Daddy you’re silly.”

He poked her teasingly on her side, smiling as she squealed and smacked his hand away from the ticklish spot. “And you’re heavy, c'mon it’s breakfast time you gremlin.”

“Do you remember my phone number?”

“Yup!”

“What about grandmas?”

“Yup!”

“Where’s your EpiPen?”

“In my backpack.”

“What do you do if someone’s bothering you?”

“Punch them!”

“Where do you punch-“

“Stop fretting Katsuki,” Mitsuki teased, swatting the back of his head. “She’s gonna be fine."

He let out a grumble as he glared at his mother. The hag had decided to tag along to drop Yoko off for her first day of kindergarten. Forever incapable of not being in his business.

Katsuki was already extremely tense, not at all liking the idea of his little girl being left under the care of strangers, and his mother's presence certainly didn’t help.

“Tch, of course she’ll be fine,” he muttered instinctively, giving a light squeeze to the small hand in his palm. “She’s my daughter after all.”

That fact also worried him. Knowing how he’d been as a child and how it seriously fucked him up in the long-term.

Thankfully Yoko tended to be much more sweet-tempered- but there was no doubt in anyone’s mind who her father was when she got mad.

Hopefully no shitty brat would provoke her to lash out but he also couldn’t be mad if the hypothetical shitty brat had it coming.

As the three of them neared the front steps of the school, anxiety immediately clawed at Katsuki's chest.

Suddenly the idea of homeschooling didn’t seem so absurd and he was half tempted to just pick Yoko up and teach her himself for the next two years.

His daughter clearly didn’t share his worries as she excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet, eyes bright with barely contained glee. Her unruly blond hair was already slipping out of the braid he’d managed, bangs sticking up as always, undoubtedly his daughter.

There wasn’t a nervous bone in Yoko’s body and he ruefully thanked the fact she had gotten Camie's social skills over his own.

Other parents and children littered the schoolyard, some already walking up the steps towards the front door to drop off their kids.

Katsuki silently decided he wasn’t dropping her off until the bell rang, maybe if he was lucky the bell wouldn’t work.

He could tell Yoko school was cancelled and he wouldn’t have to drop her off at all.

As Katsuki glared at the doors of the school, his mother took this time to snag Yoko out of his grip and shower her in hugs and kisses, telling her to behave and make friends. Ending with an obnoxiously loud kiss on the cheek before directing Yoko back towards him.

Knowing time was ticking away and that no matter how hard he glared at the school, the bell would not break Katsuki crouched down so he could be at Yoko's height.

He took a deep shuddering breath trying to calm down his nerves- not wanting Yoko to pick up on his anxiety.

“You ready baby girl?”

“Yeah!”

“That’s good,” he was definitely not ready, “have fun today, be the best.”

“Of course Daddy.” She was barely listening to him, excitedly staring over his shoulder towards the front doors.

His heart tugged and he felt slightly sick. Instinctively he opened his arms and Yoko immediately jumped into his waiting embrace.

He took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the overly fruity shampoo she liked but gave him a headache and squeezed her tightly.

“I love you Yoko.” He breathed quietly so only she could hear.

“I love you too daddy.”

The school bell rang and Katsuki reluctantly let go as Yoko practically jumped out of his arms. Rising up he offered her his hand so he could walk her to the doors.

“I want to walk by myself.”

“What?” He couldn’t keep the surprise from his voice.

“I’m a big girl now,” Yoko said with determination, hands on her hips and with more confidence than any four year old should have. “I can walk myself.”

Mitsuki let out a bark of a laugh as Katsuki gaped. “Of course you can, now go on, you don’t want to be late.”

With a smile she hopped and turned, running towards the doors. Katsuki felt like he’d just been punched in the gut at being rejected by his own daughter.

A part of him was a little pleased with her headstrongness- but only a little since it was directed at him. He thought he’d at least until middle school before she started ditching him.

Yoko was growing up. A fact he decided to currently shove away and mourn at a later date.

Watching Yoko's back as she ran from him hurt a little bit more then he’d care to admit so he turned away not wanting to see her disappear behind the doors.

The visual of her leaving on her own was too much for his already stressed and emotional, state.

For once his mother didn’t have anything to say to him as she instead bumped his shoulder with hers in an almost understanding way. Standing where Camie should be

“She’s chatting with the teacher,” Mitsuki idly commented. “Oh she’s pointing at us, turn around and wave you sulk.”

Glancing back towards the school Yoko was right at the doors. She was pointing at him and when they made eye contact she happily waved.

Instantly he waved back.

Her attention left him and she looked up with a bright smile, lips moving as she happily chatted with her teacher.

A long skirt patterned with stars, short brown hair, and round pink cheeks. She looked about his age, possibly younger.

/She's pretty./

Following Yoko's finger the teacher's gaze settled on Katsuki. His hand was still in the air and she gave him a bright smile and wave in turn.

Looking away the teacher focused on Yoko once again, offering her hand which his little girl took without hesitation.

With a final wave from the two of them the door shut behind them and his daughter left his sight. Hand in hand with the young teacher.

When he picks Yoko up he doesn’t even get the opportunity to ask about her day before she’s giving him a full recount.

She’s brimming with excitement as she mentions too many names for him to remember, lists the toys she’d spotted in the classroom and the games they played.

Katsuki is definitely relieved by her delighted tone- having spent the majority of his day pacing the living room as he anxiously kept his phone on him.

He’d taken the week off of work just in case he’d be getting calls from the school.

Once again he thanked the universe for giving Yoko the gift of being socially competent and easygoing in every way he hadn't been as a child.

As she prattled on from her car seat he noted that she seemed particularly enamored by her teacher. Uraraka Ochako or "Miss Chako"

Ms. Uraraka Ochako had sent out an email the other week with contact information for any parents who had concerns. Katsuki had about a million concerns when it came to his daughter but instead settled for committing the name and how to contact her to memory.

“So you’re liking the teacher?” Katsuki inquired, glancing in the rearview mirror and catching a glimpse of Yoko sucking her thumb. “Oi get your thumb out of your mouth.”

The sound of a pop and a quick glance again confirmed she listened.

As much as Yoko was a pretty easy-going kid, her habit of sucking her thumb was definitely the most stubborn thing about her.

Katsuki briefly mulled over the thought of emailing the teacher to make sure Yoko didn't resort to thumb-sucking when he was absent. /Yeah, no./

“Yeah Miss ‘Chakos the best,” Yoko answered his original question, voice chipper. “She’s funny and super smart!”

“Is that so?” He doubted they’d done much school work on the first day and was slightly curious about what “Miss Chako” could’ve done to warrant being "super smart".

“Con-tations!”

“Huh?”

“Con-tations,” she said again. “It’s when the stars make shapes!”

“The words constellations babygirl.”

“Con-stel-lations?” She tested out, waiting for his approval that she got it right. He bit back a laugh.

“That’s it.”

“We learned about constellations,” He caught Yoko nodding to herself in the rearview mirror after she said the word correctly. He didn't bother hiding his smile, “Miss ‘Chako had them on her skirt.”

Katsuki briefly remembered the star skirt from when he caught sight of the young teacher. She’d been too far for him to make out any of the constellations that were on it though.

Not that he could name anything besides the big and little dipper anyways.

"So what were some of the constellations Miss Ochako taught you about?"

Yoko continued to chatter about stars and constellations as they arrived home. She was likely mispronouncing a lot of the names but Katsuki didn't know any better then she did and nodded along anyway.

Once he put Yoko to bed he could go and do some research. He didn't give a shit about space but would need some more insight beyond the big and little dipper for when Yoko would want to talk about it.

He could already tell this was gonna be a new, hopefully short, phase.

Once they'd parked Katsuki went to take Yoko out of the car seat. By the time he’d opened the car door she’d already unclipped herself and he was once again left with the aching feeling that came along with the realization his baby girl wasn’t exactly a baby anymore.

She was still little enough for him to carry and he ignored her giggles as he scooped her up to carry inside. One arm holding Yoko up at his side and the other carrying an obnoxiously bright orange backpack his mother picked out, he maneuvered them into their small home.

“Daddy I want a skirt like Miss ‘Chakos.” Yoko declared as he set her down.

“One with stars?”

“Yup,” she nodded eagerly. “And Constellations too!”

Definitely going to be a new phase. He internally groaned recalling past phases. The mere sight of a unicorn still set him off.

“Maybe Grandpa could make you one." He said noncommittally, hoping space was going to be one of her shorter phases. Maybe if he was lucky she'd wake up tomorrow bored by stars and then he wouldn't have to redecorate her room again.

“Now let’s go make you a snack.”

"Ok!"