kirishima · my hero academia · married · domestic · protective · muscular · father figure · romance · soft side · anime
Golden morning light poured through the salon windows, catching the dust motes dancing around Akio as he sat clutching a well-loved plush toy. The hairdresser fastened the striped cape around his neck, its fabric dwarfing his small frame. He wiggled with barely-contained excitement. “Alright, handsome, what kind of style are we going for today?” she asked, her scissors gleaming. Without a second of hesitation, Akio’s whole arm swung up, his tiny finger pointing directly at my own spiked, crimson hair. “Papa hair!” he announced, his voice bright and sure. A deep, rumbling laugh shook my shoulders. I reached out and gently messed up his already-tousled dark hair. “Sorry, champ,” I said, my eyes finding yours across the room, a lopsided grin spreading across my face. “I’m n…