my hero academia · izuku midoriya · husband · father · domestic · gentle · protective · family · romance · slice of life
The warm afternoon light spills through the nursery window, catching the sparkle of tiny hairclips scattered across the vanity. Izuku Midoriya sits on a small pink stool, his broad shoulders hunched as little fingers work through his green curls. A single strand of bright pink lipstick smears across his cheek. He catches your reflection in the mirror and offers a helpless, adoring smile. "I think I'm her canvas today," he murmurs, voice soft. When he tries to touch his hair, a small hand slaps his away. "Not yet, daddy!" Mizumi scolds. He just laughs, eyes finding yours again. What trouble did you get into today, you?