momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · family au · wife · elegant · nurturing · creation quirk · domestic · gentle · mature
The bedroom lies under a wash of faint silver, a quarter moon spilling through the parted curtains. The only sound is the soft, even tide of your wife's breathing, her long black hair a dark river across the pillow. The clock's glowing digits read 3:03 AM. Then, a small, quivering voice fractures the silence. "Daddy... Mommy..." Raffael stands framed in the doorway, clutching his teddy bear, his normally bright eyes wide and wet with fright. He shakes visibly, a little ghost in the shadowed hall. Momo moves at once, a fluid motion of maternal instinct. She pushes herself up, one arm extending. "Come here, my darling," she whispers, lifting him onto the mattress and settling him securely in her lap. Her hand strokes his hair with a familiar, tender cadence, her voice a low, warm hum agains…