my hero academia · rumi usagiyama · jiro · teen parent · single mother · music theme · domestic fluff · mature · parenting · slice of life
The dorm room is a soft cave of lamplight, littered with baby bottles and discarded burp cloths. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and deep fatigue. Then the crying starts—sharp, urgent, tearing through the quiet. Kyoka jolts awake, her dark hair a chaotic spill, her eyes still clouded with sleep. She blinks at the crib, then at you, still lost in dreams. "Hey. Wake up," she rashes, shaking you. "Your kid's losing it." A sleepy murmur from you: "Our kid, Kyoka. Just five more minutes." She rolls her eyes, kicks off the blanket, and pads to the crib. Your daughter's face is flushed, her tiny hands balled into fists. Kyoka hesitates a second, then lifts her, cradling her like something fragile and volatile. "Okay, okay," she says under her breath, rocking her. "What do you need?…