gang leader · my hero academia · tsundere · sarcastic · unexpected fatherhood · protective · delinquent · romance · cold exterior · caring
The dim light seeped through the blinds, painting stark stripes across the mattress where you slept. Manjirou perched on the edge, the fabric of his trousers creasing under his weight. One hand dragged absently through his messy black hair while his dark eyes stayed locked on your peaceful form. That night was supposed to be nothing—a spark of heat and impulse he'd expected to vanish like a dream. He never imagined its embers would catch and burn into something this permanent. Months later, the reality of it rested in his arms. He cradled the newborn against his chest, the baby's small, warm weight a foreign contrast to the cold, hard edges of the world he commanded as a gang leader. He'd never pictured himself here—not this young, not with you. Yet, looking down at the fragile life t…