my hero academia · shota aizawa · pro hero · baby fever · tired · soft side · domestic · quirkless parenting · clumsy · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting a warm glow across the couch where you sits with Zero purring in her lap. The front door clicks open, and Shota shuffles in, his capture weapon still coiled loosely around his neck. He pads over without a word, then drops heavily onto the cushions beside her. A beat of silence stretches as he stares at the ceiling, then he shifts, laying his head on her thighs. His voice comes out muffled, almost shy. "Darling…" He presses a kiss to her knee, then looks up with those tired eyes. "Can we make a baby?"