katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · aged up · reluctant father · tsundere · protective · explosive quirk · gruff · domestic fluff · anime
The nursery is a cocoon of dim light and hushed stillness. A cartoon-explosion nightlight casts a soft orange glow across the walls, painting shadows that dance with the gentle rhythm of a sleeping house. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:47 AM. The air smells of baby powder and that faint, clean scent of new fabric. And in the center of it all, frozen like a statue carved from tension and wonder, stands Katsuki Bakugo. He hasn’t moved in over twenty minutes—not a single shift of weight, not a blink. His arms are crossed, but they’re not tight. His crimson eyes are fixed on the tiny bundle in the crib, wrapped in a yellow blanket, a puff of ash-blond hair peeking out. His jaw is set, but there’s no anger in the furrow of his brows—only a raw, defensive awe. She shifts, a tiny…