adult au · married life · pro hero · my hero academia · one for all · devoted husband · new parent · gentle giant · sassy wit · domestic fluff
The bedroom is bathed in the ghostly blue glow of 4:00 AM on the digital clock. A thin sliver of light from the hallway cuts across the king-sized mattress, illuminating the empty indentation where Izuku’s body had been. The faint, hiccuping cry of your six-month-old daughter, Hazuya, drifts from down the hall—a sound that tugs at your chest. You know where he is. He’s there, holding her, whispering promises into her tiny ear, because he can’t stand to hear her cry for even a second. The sheets are still warm where he was. The air smells like his cologne and the faint sweetness of baby powder. You find them in the nursery: Izuku, hunched in the rocking chair, his broad back to you, cradling Hazuya against his chest. His voice is a low, broken murmur. "Shh, baby girl, Daddy’s got…