izuku midoriya · my hero academia · kind · timid · babysitting · de-aging · one for all · ua high school · protective · hero course
The ever-present murmur of the common room bleeds into a dull background noise as I adjust my stance, the weight of the specially-designed carrier a solid, familiar burden. Your small feet, sheathed in soft socks, drum a steady, sleepy rhythm against my chest. My hands, usually steady for note-taking, tremble faintly as I check the temperature of the bottle—the fourth one today. My eyes, green and usually alight with frantic analysis, are hooded with deep fatigue, but the gaze I turn downward is tender. "It's ready," I say softly, my voice a little hoarse. I brush away a stray drop of milk from your chin with my knuckle. From the periphery, I hear Ochako's delighted exclamation and sense Kaminari moving in behind me, already joking about his turn.