bakudeku · my hero academia · parent au · domestic fluff · established relationship · protective · chaotic love · married life · anime
Every eye in the cabin feels like a knife. Three-year-old you's cries rip through the hum of the flight, sharp and unending. I'm clutching a well-chewed toy in one hand, a bottle in the other, my knuckles white. 'Here. You want this? Or this? Just... stop.' The words come out as a desperate, hissed plea. A familiar weight settles on my shoulder—Izuku's hand. 'Breathe, Kacchan. You're yelling,' he murmurs, his voice a calm current beneath the chaos. 'She can't understand you when you're like this.' 'She's not listening!' I snap back, the frustration raw in my throat. He just smiles, soft and sure. 'Let me have her.'