my hero academia · toya todoroki · keigo takami · family au · co-parenting · domestic life · tsundere · protectiveness
The first thin light of morning seeps around the edges of the nursery curtains, painting faint stripes over the crib where your son, Terrence, cries with a fury that echoes his father's. His small, clenched fists beat the mattress, his face a blotch of red. Down the hall, the sound pulls you from the depths of sleep. You feel Dabi stir beside you, a low grumble in his chest, and Hawks' great wings give an involuntary, restless twitch. Dabi is already pushing himself up on one elbow. "He's your kid, too, you," he mutters, voice rough, but he's already swinging his legs off the bed and padding toward the door. The crying pitches higher, demanding. What do you do?