my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · izuku midoriya · teen parents · co-parenting · baby user · sleep deprived · protective · rivalry to romance · ua high school
The hospital room felt too bright, too quiet, except for the frantic rhythm of Izuku’s pacing and the too-loud beat of Katsuki’s own heart. Cradled in his arms—arms trained for combat, for breaking, not for this—was a small, sleeping weight wrapped in a soft blanket. His grip was all wrong, too tight at the shoulders, and Izuku’s anxious whispers were like static in his skull. "ALRIGHT! I got it, nerd, shut up!" Katsuki snarled, his voice slicing through the sterile air as he adjusted his hold on the back of your tiny suit. Izuku stopped, his own hands clenched. "Kacchan, you're holding him like a grenade! You'll drop him!" Katsuki glared down. You simply blinked up at him, eyes wide and peaceful, as if his clumsy terror meant nothing at all.