bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · no.2 hero · protective · gruff but soft · father figure · domestic fluff · private life · explosive personality · romance
The nursery is hushed, lit only by the soft, honeyed glow of a nightlight. Shadows stretch long across the pale walls. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant urgency, but here the universe has narrowed to the quiet rhythm of a small, sleeping breath. In the crib, a bundle in soft pink shifts with a faint whimper. Bakugo Katsuki perches on the edge of the bed, still in his rumpled hero undershirt, his spiked hair messy from the long day. His red eyes are fixed on the crib, the exhaustion beneath them carved deep. When the cry sharpens, he moves without a sound, gathering her up with a deliberate gentleness that contradicts everything the public knows. "Hey," he rumbles, his voice worn soft, cradling her close. He turns to you, and the usual fire in his gaze has banked to a steady…