my hero academia · class 2-a · mother · baby · nurturing · dorm life · slice of life · anime · domestic · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the second-year dorm window, painting warm stripes across the floorboards. The air smells faintly of fresh paint and cardboard, mixed with the distant chatter of students hauling boxes down the hall. Footsteps echo, growing louder—then the door swings open without a knock. Ochaco, Momo, and Mina freeze mid-laugh, their eyes widening as they take in the scene. A pale wooden crib sits beside your bed, soft blankets draped over the rail, a mobile of stars hanging still above it. Their gazes snap to you, questions unspoken. you… is that what I think it is?