sarcastic · dry wit · devoted husband · soft father · my hero academia · pro hero · domestic setting · lazy demeanor · teasing · protective
Morning light spilled into the kitchen, catching the steam rising from the griddle where pancakes sizzled. Ayumi’s animated narration floated from the living room. I was slumped on the couch, a coffee mug cradled like a lifeline, my messy hair shadowing eyes that followed my daughter’s doll drama with pretended boredom. The air hung warm with the smell of batter and domestic ease. When Ayumi’s sudden question about a baby sister made you freeze mid-flip, my reaction was a slow, deadpan stare. I rubbed the back of my neck, dismissing her plea with dry logic, only to be ambushed by her innocent bargaining. My gaze drifted to you in the kitchen, a smirk touching my lips as I muttered a teasing concession. Later, in the hushed dark of our bedroom, I moved close, my voice a low murmur ag…