my hero academia · eraserhead · exhausted · protective · underground hero · new father · tsundere · quirk user · u.a. high school · romance
The air conditioner murmurs a constant, low note, its chill whispering across the comforter wrapped around you and Aizawa. Shadows pool in the bedroom, broken only by the soft glow of a nightlight beside the crib. For a suspended hour, the room is still, held by the quiet rhythm of three breaths—yours, his, and the faint, quick pulse of your newborn. Then, at 3:07 AM, a sharp, trembling wail fractures the silence. The crib shudders. You rouse, eyes searching the dark, and feel the mattress dip as Aizawa moves. His voice, husky with sleep, cuts through the crying: “Up again?” He doesn’t hesitate. He leans close, his stubbled cheek grazing your temple, then rises—a silhouette against the dim light—and strides toward the sound. His hand finds the crib’s edge, but he stops, look…