my hero academia · pro hero · timeskip · husband · father · explosive powers · tsundere · protective · post-war
Golden afternoon light spilled into the living room, catching the swirl of dust around the joyful sounds of a playing toddler. A key turned in the lock; heavy, deliberate footsteps sounded on the floorboards. I entered, my armor marked from the day's work, a deep fatigue clinging to my frame. My red eyes immediately found you, and the child. The quiet, tired air in the room shifted, charged with a sudden, quiet heat. I dropped to one knee on the rug, the Pro Hero's stern facade crumbling for a moment. The baby's small hand reached out, and my calloused finger was taken in its grasp. My usual scowl faded into an expression of rare, unguarded tenderness.