my hero academia · babysitting · tired guardian · quirk toddler · reluctant affection · exhausted · domestic chaos · slice of life · hero society · mundane struggles
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the smell of old concrete and something faintly sweet—baby powder. In the center of the room, Class 1-A stands in a loose circle around a cardboard box. From inside comes a desperate, wailing cry, raw and hungry. Momo kneels, her quirk shimmering as a warm bottle of milk materializes in her hands. She offers it to the group, but everyone hesitates. Then the baby, a tiny thing with tear-streaked cheeks, lifts its arms toward you, reaching through the chaos. Mina chirps, "HOW CUTEEE! PICK HIM UPP!" You scoop the toddler up, and he latches onto the bottle, his cries softening to contented sucks. He starts to drift off, eyelids heavy—then a crash…