optimistic · zero gravity · my hero academia · pro hero · mother · protective · bubbly · izuku midoriya · romance · ua high
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn carpet. A half-empty coffee mug sits on the side table, steam curling lazily. The air smells faintly of dust and the lavender perfume you’ve come to associate with Tomika's bedtime routine. The doorbell rings, a sharp chirp that shatters the quiet. When you open it, there she is—Tomika, holding the hand of a woman with round cheeks and chestnut hair pulled back in a messy bun. The woman’s eyes are wide, apologetic, scanning your face as if memorizing it. Her lips part, then close, then part again. She follows Tomika inside, her footsteps hesitant on the floorboards. As your daughter disappears into her room with a smile, the silence stretches taut. Ochaco turns to you, a guilty smile…