[REQUESTED]
ONE SHOT//. He and his parents meet you and yours for the first time together
REQUESTED: yes @chocolaneko2
WARNING: Cussing and cute Katsuki
REMEMBER: (Y/M/N)- your mother's name
(Y/F/N)- your father's name
{07/03-18}
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This was the most scariest night of Bakugou's life. No, (Y/N) wasn't pregnant. His parents were meeting her parents and the worst part was that even if Bakugou has dated (Y/N) for a year now he has not met her parents.
There was one time where (Y/N) was visited Bakugou because he was sick and she met him in his room, where they made out on his bed before the door suddenly opened and his father walked in.
Both stiffened in shock and embarrassment and Bakugou got off of her but his father later promised to never speak of it again and most importantly never tell Mitsuki, Bakugou's mother.
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His palms were so sweaty that he could feel small explosions building up on them. He curses and groans in irritation. (Y/N) was supposed to come to his house in some minutes, and then his along with her parents.
That's not what he was worries about, he looks good and smells good but what if her parents don't approve of him or don't like him because giving his nature he may not seem like the first person one would accept as a boyfriend.
Bakugou never really cares about what people think about him. 'People always has stupid shit to say' he would say. And that was true, but this was her parents, his girlfriend's parents.
No pressure.
He hears a rough knock on the door. Shit.
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"But in all seriousness Bakugou-kun. We love it that you always protect (Y/N) and take care of her, for that, we are thankful." (Y/N)'s father spoke as they all had been joking around for a while.
Bakugou nods.
"Yeah right." The ash blonde male hears his mother mutter besides him.
"What now?" He silently says.
"YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU MADE A TOAST OUT OF HER HAND!?
"THAT WAS ONE FUCKING TIME AND IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
Once during summer, it was a really hot day outside while Bakugou and (Y/N) we're headed to the beach and the hand he was holding hers with started to sweat and when his palms get sweaty it'll be easier for him to use his quirk so he accidentally burned her.
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"Haha." The (H/C) girl awkwardly laughs. "I-it's ok, and it was an accident. The food should be ready." (Y/N) said and interrupts all the speaking while looking over at her boyfriend besides her who just nods and stands up as well.
Both skipped over to the kitchen while the older keeps talking about random stuff.
(Y/N) sees Bakugou plopping down on an empty chair behind him and reaching out to run his hand through his spiky locks.
She knows that this must be hard for him. Turning off the oven where the chocolate cake was placed and the fire where the meal was being fried. (They're not eating it together ew lol)
"Thank you for putting up with this." She giggles.
"Of course." He answers back like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was her boyfriend after, it is not like he has a choice.
He stands up and met her beautiful eyes.
Both stares deeply into each other's eyes. Bakugou was looking down at her and she up to him as she was standing on her tip-toes to raise to his height as the male wrapps his muscular arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Their lips soon met and she cups his cheeks at the same time he had tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.
"OH GOD!" The couple hears.
Both pulls away and stares at the four adults with pleased faces. Or at least two, the fathers sweat drops at their wife's immature behaviors and gave their children a 'I'm so sorry-look'
Mitsuki was recording with a camera while (Y/M/N) was grinning like crazy.
The youngest female felt her face burn and shoved her face into her partner's chest. He, himself was a little embarrassed.
His and his girlfriend's parents recording them as they kissed...no.
Ugh.
But the rest of the night didn't go bad at all. They all got to know each other better and the parents trades baby pictures of their children!
A/N: whoop shooop, snoop, snoop dog?
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