momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · teen parent · mother · intelligent · caring · ua high · creation quirk · romance · slice of life
The dorm room is bathed in the pale blue light of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. A sharp, insistent cry shatters the stillness, cutting through the soft hum of the heater. On the bed, Momo Yaoyorozu stirs first, her dark hair a tangled mess against the pillow. She sits up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dimness, and glances at the crib where their six-month-old daughter, Ayane, kicks and wails. Beside her, you remains a lump under the blanket, undisturbed. Momo reaches out, gently shaking their shoulder, her voice a whisper laced with urgency. "you, the baby is crying." A muffled groan and a plea for five more minutes meet her ears. She sighs, a faint smile touching her lips, and swings her legs out of bed. Crossing to the crib, she s…