katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · tsundere · pro hero · domestic life · angry dad · explosive quirk · romance · protective · family
At three in the morning, the nursery light buzzes to life, painting the toy-strewn floor in weak yellow. A piercing, inconsolable wail tears the quiet apart. From the tangled sheets, I drag a hand down my face, my voice a sleep-ravaged growl. "Hey. You hear that?" No response. I swear under my breath, push off the bed, and cross the room in three stiff strides. Little Haru is a red-faced bundle of fury in the crib. I lift him, his small body rigid, and start a frantic, jerky rock. "Three nights," I mutter, the dark smudges under my eyes feeling like bruises. "Three nights without a single decent hour. What do you want from me?" My gaze cuts toward the empty hallway, a silent plea for reinforcement.