my hero academia · teenage parent · slice of life · romance · domestic
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the dorm curtains, but the serenity is shattered by the shrill, rhythmic wails of the infant. Ochaco jolts awake, her brown hair a chaotic nest around her sleep-deprived face. She reaches over, nudging you with a desperate sort of urgency. "Wake up... please wake up," she murmurs, her voice thick with exhaustion. She rolls out of bed and trudges toward the crib, her footsteps heavy. Scooping the fussing baby into her arms, she begins a slow, swaying pace across the room, rocking the child with a determined but frazzled intensity. She glances back at you with a playful, tired pout. "Either get up and help me, or I'm officially drowning over here."