We all love single dad AUs,

But, what if Bakugou became a father in the worst way possible?

Like... IzuOcha passing away in an accident, and he is the God father of their only son.

BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER, A DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A REWRITE OF THE ORIGINAL THREAD. IT WILL BE THE SAME IN MOST WAYS BUT DIFFERENT IN OTHERS. (Link in my pinned)

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HAPPY ENDING, off screen character death, sports violence, mentions of blood, custody battles, Bakugou Katsuki needs a hug, angst, hurt-comfort, slow burn, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, HAPPY ENDING.

The distinct sound of his phone vibrating against the wood of the nightstand jarred Katuski from his post-match slumber.

Blindly, he reached for the disturbance, finding it after a moment with a heavy hand before silencing the device and shoving it under the fluff of his pillow.

He was /sure/ he had put the fucking ringer on silent.

There was absolutely nothing more he wanted more than to sleep off the aching of his legs and shoulders.

Katsuki’s fight from last night had definitely been a rough one. He’d taken a few more hits to the ribs and face than he would’ve liked, and now he was suffering for it. He’d eventually managed to pull out a win in round three; he always did.

And the 50k was worth it.

The quiet gray light of early morning crept in through the crack of his curtains- clearly far too early for anyone to be awake.

Unless you hadn't slept.

With a grunt, Katsuki stumbled out of bed and into his bathroom on shaky limbs- heavy from the painkiller he’d taken right before passing out.

He flicked on the light to his bathroom, squinting against the abrasion to his senses and leaned forward to check his reflection.

The right side of his face was beat to hell- deep swelling set in a crescent shape tapering up towards his hairline. His lips weren't in any better shape, they were bruised and slightly discolored.

Gingerly, Katsuki poked at the split on his bottom lip, testing the tenderness of the flesh for a brief moment before retreating. 

Damn, he really looked worse than he thought he would,

but it wasn’t anything a good night's rest and a few days off couldn’t fix.

He was used to this by now.

He ran a tired hand through sleep ruffled blond before exiting the bathroom, plopping back down on the edge of his bed and retrieving his phone.

4:57am

Who was calling him? His trainer,, Aizawa, knew better than to ring him the day after a fight.

Katsuki scrolled over to the missed call list and realized the number wasn’t one he had stored in his phone. Confused and still a little groggy, he hesitated.

Neither his coach nor his manager had mentioned anything about getting a new number at his match the night before-

Surely that wouldn't be calling at such a weird time, anyway.

The only other people Katsuki spoke to on a regular basis were Izuku and Ochako-

Before he could dwell any longer, the phone lit up and began to ring once again. 

Katsuki’s thumb hovered over the screen as his ringtone shattered the stillness of his room, a strange sensation bubbling up in his gut

With a deep breath, he swallowed his annoyance with the situation and answered the call. 

The sooner he talked to whoever this was, the sooner he could go back to sleep.

"Hello?" He rasped into the receiver

“Is this Katsuki Bakugou?” a polite, female voice answered back. 

“Yeah? Who is this?” his eyes narrowed as they darted to the clock once more.

“I’m calling from Yuuei Methodist Hospital-”

*********

“Are you stupid or something?” Katsuki growled from his spot against the door frame.

Izuku was braced against the sink of the tiny bathroom, anchoring himself with both hands as water dripped from his cheeks.

“Kacchan, don’t! Just- stop! I don’t /need/ this right now-!"

Katsuki had long since reached his threshold for wedding day bullshit.

“Get the fuck up and dry your face.” He snapped, yanking the other man up roughly by this bicep

“What if I forget my vows-”

Katsuki seized the moment to unceremoniously shove Izuku back into the hotel room, snatching groom's coat off rhe bed and holding it out for the groom to take

"Are you really losing your shit right now?!"

"I- no- I'm just-"

Look you little bitch,” Katsuki started, stepping into Izuku’s space and looming over him. “I put on a fuking suit for this. Have you ever seen me in a suit?! EVER?” he demanded, shoving his finger roughly into the other man's chest.

“No, no, no okay!” Izuku retorted, taking a step back away from Katsuki and slapping his own cheeks a few times. “You’re right, okay!”

Katsuki snarled and shoved the navy blue jacket roughly into Izuku's chest

“She’s nervous, too, or whatever." He finished, turning away "So will you chill out, it's just a stupid ceremony."

Izuku hesitated for another second.

"Im going to kill you-"

“Really? She’s nervous?”

Izuku asked sheepishly, a light blush creeping up from the collar of his dress shirt.

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