Midoriya’s attempt at a power nap was interrupted by Kaminari plopping down and groaning that he was bored. It was to be expected, he was getting smaller by the minute, and neither of his Daddies were around to play.

“Uncle Zuku, will you play with me?” He begged, kicking his feet.

Midoriya sighed. “What do you want to play?”

“Heroes and Villains!”

Of course. Heroes and Villains was a classic childhood game. It, however, required all players to be active, and Midoriya couldn’t. What if Todoroki began crying? Who would take care of him?

He voiced this to Kaminari, who groaned. “That’s stupid. Why can’t the baby play too?” He asked.

“Todoroki is very small, and he’d get hurt trying to play Heroes,” Midoriya explained.

Bakugou walked in at that moment, accompanied by Kirishima. Midoriya saw his chance to escape, but Bakugou’s grin was too wicked for him to deny playing.

So they found Momo and had her make a baby monitor. She smiled when she figured out why they needed one, and gladly supplied the device. Once it was set up, Denki bounced around the common room, trying his hardest to wait.

Kirishima set up the rules. Midoriya was the villain, he was a kidnapped victim, and Bakugou and Denki were heroes. Quirk restraint bracelets must be worn at all time to ensure nobody got hurt. Midoriya got a five minute head start to get to his villain's lair (AKA, Kirishima’s bedroom) and the game was won when either Midoriya was tied up in capture tape, or no heroes could fight anymore.

Everyone was given a roll of tape, and just like that, the game began.

Midoriya kept his part simple. He wrapped Kirishima in capture tape and turned to Denki. “I have captured the great hero Red Riot! No one can stop me!”

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed. “We can stop you!” He yelled. “But first, pro hero Chargebolt, we need a plan,” he said, turning to Kaminari, who was smiling.

In the time it took Bakugou and Kaminari to make a plan, Midoriya dragged Kirishima up the elevator and into his room. The Crimson Riot memorabilia gave Midoriya heavy vibes of his own room. He helped Kirishima onto the bed and locked the door.

“So,” Kirishima said. “How’s Shouto doing?”

“Sleepier than I expected,” Midoriya sighed. “Is nice that he’s a Little though. I can finally get a good meal in him and he can get a decent night’s sleep.”

A timer went off on Midoriya’s phone, signaling that their five minutes were up. The pretend villain stood up, stretching a bit.

“See you soon,” Midoriya said happily. Kirishima smiled and nodded a goodbye.

Midoriya stood outside Kirishima’s room, leaning on the doorframe and whistling Hercules’s Go the Distance . He vaguely remembered his mom having a CD of Disney lullabies. He’d have to ask her to send it his way for Shouto.

Footsteps up the stairs caught Midoriya’s attention, and he straightened a bit, only to see Jirou coming up, a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

“Hey,” She said. “Popcorn?”

Midoriya took a few pieces from the offered bowl. “Thanks,” he mumbled. “I’m playing heroes and villains with Denki. What do you think? Think I’d be a good villain?” He smiled and twirled.

Jirou snorted. “Funny,” she giggled. “Can I play?”

They set her popcorn down on Kirishima’s desk, explaining the situation to the redhead. He just shrugged. “The more the merrier.”

They waited until Denki came charging up the stairs, Bakugou going a bit slower behind him, for Midoriya to drag a wrapped up Jirou into Kirishima’s room.

“Help me Chargebolt!” Jirou yelled.

“Kyoka!” Kaminari yelled, rushing forward. “Put her down you big nasty villain!”

Midoriya set Jirou down in Kirishima’s room and shut the door. “You really like her. And now she’s all tied up along with your Daddy,” he knocked on the door, turning to face the hero pair.

“Denki! Don’t do it!” Kirishima’s muffled voice called. “He’s too strong!”

Bakugou smiled. “Don’t worry lightning bug, I’ve got this,” he said, rushing Midoriya. The faux villain sidestepped Bakugou and wrapped him neatly in capture tape, grabbing the back of his neck.

“Go down easy,” Midoriya murmured into Bakugou’s ear, dropping the pretend unconscious man to the ground. Denki screamed and rushed forward again, tears springing into his eyes.

“Daddy!” He yelled, rolling Bakugou over and shaking him slightly. “C’mon Daddy, you gotsta wake up!”

Bakugou blinked his eyes open and smiled softly. “Hey lightning bug. I think I’m out for this fight.”

“But-“ Kaminari stammered. “But you’re the bestest hero I know! Who’s gonna rescue Daddy?”

“You,” Bakugou said. “I believe in you lightning bug. Go out there and show that villain who’s the boss.”

Kaminari wiped his face and stood up, his knees shaking a bit. Midoriya had stepped back, guarding the door. Now, the Little ran at him, sparks popping from his fingertips. Thanks to the quirk restraining bracelets, the sparks felt like nothing more than static, but Midoriya made a pained face and crumpled.

“You have bested me hero.” He said. “Go, save your friends.”

Denki wrapped Midoriya messily in tape and rushed into Kirishima’s room, babbling about how Bakugou was asleep in the hallway and Kirishima had to come quick.

The redhead undid the tape and ran into the hallway, giving Bakugou a kiss on the cheek and declaring that the explosion hero would be just fine.

Jirou helped Midoriya out of his bonds, and the Caregiver checked his baby monitor. Nothing. He thanked Jirou for playing as she walked away, fully ready to enjoy a movie and her popcorn.

A squeal of laughter brought Midoriya’s head snapping around. Bakugou was sitting upright, Kaminari stretched out on both his and Kirishima’s laps. Bakugou was tickling Kaminari, his fingers finding the sensitive spots. Kirishima smiled as his boy wriggled, trying to be free of his Daddy’s fingers.

Bakugou halted his assault and hugged Kaminari. “I love you, little lightning bug,” he said. Kirishima joined the hug, and Midoriya couldn’t help but snap a picture of the trio. They looked so perfect, Denki curled up in their laps, all hugging and smiling.

Denki eventually wormed his way out and began hopping down the stairs, singing about how much he wanted a snack. Kirishima followed him, leaving Midoriya and Bakugou alone in the hall.

Bakugou’s phone dinged, and he dug it out of his pocket.

Deku: one picture sent I thought you might want this.

The explosive blonde turned to face his rival. “What the hell?” He asked.

Midoriya simply shrugged. “Too good to pass up,” he muttered.

“Ok nerd, what’s wrong?”

Midoriya shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just. Seeing you play like that, makes me wish Shouto was old enough to do that too,” tears began to roll down his face. “I know it’s a horrible thing to wish for, for your Little to be bigger, but I just,” He hiccuped. “I can’t help it,”

Bakugou sighed. “Look, Deku. Do you think I actually wanted to be a Caregiver? Especially to Pikachu? No. It all just happens. And yeah, it sucks and takes some getting use to. But, look at me,” he grabbed Midoriya’s chin and tipped it upwards. “That Little of yours is special. Sure, you want an older one, but he’ll grow on you. I bet my ass he will.”

Midoriya sniffled. “Thanks Kacchan,” He said.

Bakugou nodded, wrapping Midoriya in a hug. It was stiff at first, but they both relaxed into each other’s touches.

Bakugou pulled away first. “That never happened.”

Midoriya laughed. “Sure,” he agreed. “Never happened.”