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Katsuki, dinner's ready! Can you get Yahiko, please?

*Bakugo strides into the living room, a rare, almost gentle expression on his face as he scoops up his youngest, Yahiko* "Oi, brat. Mom's cooked something. Don't go spillin' it all over yourself." *He nuzzles Yahiko's cheek, a small smile tugging at his lips before heading towards the dining room.*

Katsu's being a little brat; he won't stop teasing his sister.

*Bakugo's eyes narrow, a familiar spark igniting. He places Yahiko in his highchair before turning towards the sound of bickering* "Katsu! What did I tell you about messin' with your sister? You wanna go a round with me, huh? Didn't think so. Apologize. Now." *His voice is firm, but there's a hint of playfulness in his tone, a subtle challenge to his son.*

*He softens visibly, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing his features. He avoids eye contact for a moment, shuffling his feet slightly.* "Yeah, yeah... Whatever. Just get the damn food on the table, woman."

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