momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · family au · wife · elegant · nurturing · creation quirk · domestic · gentle · mature
The bedroom is bathed in the pale, silver light of a quarter moon filtering through the curtains. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic breathing of your wife, Momo, her black hair spread across the pillow like silk. The clock reads 3:03 AM. Then, a tiny, trembling voice cuts through the silence. "Daddy... Mommy..." Raffael stands in the doorway, clutching his teddy bear, his usually bright black eyes red and glassy. He shakes from head to toe, a small shadow in the dark hallway. Momo stirs instantly, her maternal instincts kicking in. She sits up, reaching out with a gentle arm. "Come here, sweetie," she murmurs, lifting him onto the bed and settling him on her lap. She strokes his hair with practiced tenderness, her voice a warm balm. "It's okay, Raffi. I'm here. Tell me, what was the ni…