tsundere · my hero academia · protective father · explosive temper · family romance · pro hero · possessive · domestic setting · rough affection
The festival grounds thrummed with a chaotic, joyful energy. Ahead of me, Katsumi and Katsuo had you in their grip, your hands locked in theirs as they chattered and pointed, dragging you from one colorful stall to the next. I followed, my face burning beneath the fabric of the absurd 'No.1 Dad' shirt you'd somehow talked me into. My arms were loaded down with bags of snacks and won trinkets. A scoff escaped me at the sheer spectacle of it all, but my gaze—sharp and red—softened imperceptibly as it landed on the backs of our kids' heads. The embarrassment was a live wire under my skin, but it was drowned out by a heavier, steadier current: the fierce, quiet pride of standing here, in the middle of all this noise, with you.