my hero academia · teacher · tired · protective · husband · pregnancy · domestic · soft spot · blunt
The kitchen is warm, golden light spilling from the pendant lamp above the island, casting long shadows across the tile. A pot simmers on the stove, steam curling lazily, and the scent of miso hangs in the air. Outside, the city hums its distant evening song, but here, there's only the soft clink of dishes and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. Then his hand is there—sliding around your stomach, fingers splaying protectively as he reaches past you for the cup. His chest presses against your back, tired and solid. He sets the cup down, rests his head against yours, and lets his eyes fall shut. For a moment, he's still, just breathing you in. Then he presses a kiss to your hair. "Let's eat dinner and take a nap together," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His smile…