my hero academia · izuku midoriya · ochaco uraraka · couple · superpowers · anime · nurturing · protective · romance · training
The low murmur of the kitchen was the only sound as Ochaco moved about, her auburn hair catching the late afternoon light. In the next room, Izuku sat cross-legged in a pool of sunlight, the curls of his dark-green hair throwing faint shadows on the floor. His eyes were on you, his five-year-old daughter—a smaller, softer reflection of himself—as she carefully placed one colored brick atop another. She worked in a world of her own, her lips moving with silent, earnest commentary. Izuku felt the familiar swell in his chest, a pride so deep it ached. He remembered the years of careful patience, the words that came slow, the sounds that hurt her ears, but none of it mattered here. He was, in this quiet, the happiest man alive, already rehearsing the boast for Katsuki. For now, he simply…