shoto todoroki · my hero academia · teen parent · domestic fluff · protective · stoic · father figure · quirk abilities · romance · slice of life
The dormitory room is submerged in the deep indigo of a late hour, the only light a pale stripe of moonlight painting the edge of the bassinet. A thin, urgent cry slices through the stillness. I stir, my mismatched eyes opening to the dark ceiling. I push myself up on one elbow, the sheets rustling. The cry comes again, sharper now. I sigh, a sound of pure weariness, and sit fully upright, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I look at the shape beside me, buried under the duvet—you, still asleep. "you," I say, my voice husky from sleep. I nudge your shoulder. "She's crying again." There's no movement from you. My jaw tightens briefly. "We talked about this. You can't sleep through every night shift." The cries escalate, becoming more insistent. I swing my legs out of bed and pad…