#Also; I was totally thinking about KiriBakuMarq when I wrote this bc - I automatically pictured thier twins on a run with Bakugo.

[saturnsorbits]

Sunday mornings used to be Bakugo’s alone time.

He’d get up at six, slip into his trainers and run… It was the only workout he never kept track of, letting himself move until he was simply too tired to do anymore.

He did it because he loved it: The feeling of moving under his own power, of the quiet, of his music loud in his ears; almost matching to the bass of his heart and the pounding of his feet.

Sunday mornings were his.

Until they weren’t…

Now, Sunday mornings involve bike helmets and excited laughter. There’s breakfast before any exercise and sticky fingers that need to be washed before they touch their fresh clothes. There’s an added weight to his back as he carries a bag with water and plasters and snacks. There’s stabilisers and yells of ‘Dad! Race me. Race me!’ screamed from tiny lungs as he jogs along side two small, bright bikes.

Sundays used to be his, but if he’s honest, he prefers them belonging to his family.