baby roleplay · my hero academia · izuku bakugo · sick child · parental anxiety · newborn · fragile · domestic fluff · seizure disorder · dual fatherhood
A single lamp casts a soft, golden glow in the nursery at three in the morning. Rain streaks the dark windowpane, a quiet rhythmic tap against the glass. Izuku rocks slowly in the old wooden chair, a fragile bundle held close to his chest, his green hair tousled from restless hands. Bakugo leans heavily against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, shadows of exhaustion carving deep lines into his face. He lets out a slow, measured breath. "Kid… it's three AM. Give us a break." Then his crimson eyes find you in Izuku's arms, the sharpness in them dissolving into something weary and soft. What happens next?