Bakugo woke up to something small making impact repeatedly with the bed. Groggily, he sat up. His first thought was that they were under attack, but he didn't have a feeling they were in danger. He opened one eye, looking up at the source of the interruption.

“I wanna play princess!” Exclaimed a very awake Misaki, as she was jumping up and down on the left side of the bed, where Kirishima should be. She was still in Bakugo's old tshirt, and she was clutching her Chargebolt blanket to her chest.

Bakugo sat up, looking around. Where was Kirishima? It was…he looked at his phone…5am. What the hell. He saw a note on the nightstand, but didn't bother to read it. A note on the nightstand meant that Kirishima had been called in for an extra shift at some ungodly hour, and had left as quietly as possible.

“Misaki, sweetheart, go back to sleep. Uncle Kat doesn't wake up this early.” He flopped back down on the pillow.

“I wanna play princess!” She exclaimed again, almost in a whine, then decided to run out of the room. He sighed. What kind of trouble could she possibly get into if I were to sleep just a tad longer? He wondered, idly. He was working himself up to actually get out of bed, but ended up falling back asleep before he could manage to wake up fully.

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Bakugo woke to the sound of his usual alarm at 7am. He leaned over to shut it off, and laid back down for half a second before he sat bolt upright.

Misaki has been unsupervised for two whole hours, and it’s too quiet…

He flung himself out of bed, and hurried to go find her. He checked the TV room, which was empty.

“Of course she isn’t just occupying herself with a kid’s show…” He muttered to himself, slightly irritated. He needed to find her before Kirishima got home. He would not live it down if he lost the girl twice in the last twelve hours while alone with her. He checked the kitchen (including on top the fridge). Empty. He was making his way down the hall when he heard a soft voice, seemingly talking to someone. He smiled to himself. She’s just in the bathroom, talking to herself. I was worried for no reason he thought, as he made his way to the bathroom. The door was cracked open. He knocked twice.

“Misaki? Everything okay?” Her response came as he was about to open the door.

“Uncle Kat! I’m playing pretty princess! This is my hair salon!” He opened the door, and the smile fell off his face.

There, sitting on the white counter, was Misaki.

And she was covered in Kirishima’s hair dye that had been stored under the sink. She grinned up at him. She had hair dye smeared all over the old tshirt she was still wearing. It was smeared all over the white counter, had been flung onto the mirror and onto the carpets. Worst of all, it had been thoroughly massaged into her white locks of hair. That shit Kirishima used was permanent. But he was also lazy, so he bought the pre-mixed kind, making it easy for a four year old to get ahold of.

Shit. Bakugo sighed in exasperation, running his hand through his hair.

“Misaki, how about you hand me the hair dye?” He said, trying to stay calm. He knew she hadn’t meant any harm, and she probably didn’t realize what she had done, either. He stepped forward, slowly taking the hair dye from her and ensuring the lid was on it. The outside of the container was covered in dye, and it was almost empty, so he decided to just throw it away and replace it next time he went in to the store.

“Okay, we need to clean this mess up, okay? Can you help me do that?” He asked his niece, who nodded eagerly.

“Okay, we’re going to start with a bath.” He sat her up, pulled the shirt off of her, making sure it remained inside out as to contain the dye, and placed her in the bathtub, running the water as she sat there. While the water was running, he grabbed the cleaning supplies out from under the sink, and began wiping the counter and the mirror off. He tossed the rugs off to the side with the tshirt, deciding he would have to do laundry again today.

Turning his attention to the little menace in the tub, he grabbed for the tear-free watermelon scented shampoo that had been packed for her.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He asked in a joking tone of voice, masking his irritation at the situation. He massaged the shampoo through her hair, hoping that the red would wash out. He had hoped it wasn’t in that long.

Boy, was he wrong. Once he was able to finish giving her a bath, and had her dried and dressed, he stepped back to take in her appearance.

As she sat, looking up at him with the biggest grin on her face, dressed in jean shorts and a Red Riot tshirt that her dad’s had packed for her, he realized with a twinge that she looked just like her father. She had massaged the red dye into the left side of her hair, leaving the right side stark white.
Bakugo picked up his phone, snapped a pic, and sent it to Kirishima with the caption, ‘We had a slight mishap this morning.’

He hadn’t even locked his phone to slight it back into his pocket when it rang.

“Hello?”

“Babe, what the hell? They’re going to kill you.”

“I accidentally fell back asleep and when I woke up, she had gotten into your hair dye! How is that my fault?”

“Katsuki..Oh my god. Kat, they’re going to kill you. I’m on my way home. Maybe we can fix this.”

“Really, Ei? Please, enlighten me. You’re not supposed to dye kids hair, and you want to bleach it?!”

Bakugo felt a tugging at the bottom of his shirt, and looked down to see the most heartbreaking expression on Misaki’s face.

“Uncle Kat, what’s wrong with my hair? Is it not pretty? I look like Daddy...is that a bad thing?” Bakugo grimaced.

“She’s giving you the eyes, isn’t she?” Kirishima said from over the phone. Bakugo ignored him.

“Absolutely nothing is wrong with your hair, sweetheart. It is beautiful.”

“Aww, I’ll have to tell Todoroki you think his hair is beautiful,” Bakugo could practically hear the smirk on his partner’s face through the phone.

“Oh, shove it Eijiro. Anyway, when will you be home?”

“Parking as we speak. See you in a minute. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye”

Bakugo hung up, and sighed. He opened up his messages, and created a group message including Eijiro, Todoroki, Deku, and himself.

[Me: So, there was a mishap this morning, but it was harmless. Misaki is fine. I just thought you  would like to know.]

Then, as an afterthought,

[Me: It was totally Ei’s fault.]

[Me: Image Attachment]

[Shitty Hair<3: Seriously, babe?! You’re the one who fell asleep!]

[IcyHot Bastard: ...Why is my daughter’s hair half red?]

[Me: Why are you checking your phone on a mission?]

The front door to the apartment opened.

“Seriously, babe?! You’re going to try to throw me under the bus!”

Bakugo smiled in the direction of his partner, ignoring the comment.

“Good morning, love. How was work?” Before Kirishima could reply, Bakugo’s phone was ringing. He looked down, seeing that it was a facetime call. Sighing, he answered it.

“Aren’t you at work?” He snapped.

“No. There was a pause in the information we needed for the mission. We have today off, though technically we’re on call. What the hell did you do to my daughter’s hair?” Todoroki was pissed, though he was whispering.

“Are..are you hiding in the bathroom from Deku? He hasn’t seen the message yet, has he?”

“I deleted it. If he sees it, he’ll want to rush home. Now explain.”

“Okay, look, I fell back asleep briefly, and when I woke up, she was playing ‘pretty princess’ in the bathroom, which she had decided was a good place for a hair salon. She got into Ei’s hair dye, and when I found her, she was covered in it, as well as my bathroom. I tried washing it out, but she apparently had it in too long. You think I’m happy about this either? She was adorable. Now she looks just like you, and I’m stuck with her for another twelve days.” Bakugo sneered at the two-toned boy at the other end of the phone.

“I want to talk to her.” Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“Misaki! Daddy’s on the phone!” He heard the girl come running, skidding to a stop at his feet. Bakugo handed her the phone.

“Hi, daddy! Look! I look just like you!” She was ecstatic. Bakugo watched as the scowl fell right off Todoroki’s face.

“Oh, look at you!” He said, softly. Bakugo snorted.

“You can’t even stay mad at that face.” He said.

“No, but I can definitely be mad at your face.” Todoroki snapped back. Bakugo only rolled his eyes.

“Whatever half-and-half. Go, so we can get on with our day. I’m sure you and that nerd need rest.”

“I better not get another call about you having mishaps with Misaki until I get back.” Todoroki warned before hanging up.

Kirishima stepped forward, picking up Misaki.

“C’mon, half-pint. Let’s go watch a movie while Uncle Kat does some housekeeping. And hopefully some cooking?” He said hopefully, looking at Bakugo.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make some ramen for you guys while I start some laundry.”

“I want cold soba!” Misaki exclaimed. Kirishima snorted.

“Looks like she has her dad’s eating habits. Speaking of, don’t ever refer to Todoroki as ‘daddy’ again, whether you’re talking to Misaki or not.” Kirishima said, with a wink over his shoulder in Bakugo’s direction. Bakugo’s face flushed.

“Don’t make references in front of the child!” Bakugo said, alarmed. Kirishima only laughed, heading towards the living room.

Bakugo cursed under his breath, getting the stuff out of the cabinet to make cold soba.

Twelve more days, he thought to himself.

Twelve more days.