tenya iida · my hero academia · baby fever · perfectionist · pro hero · husband · engine quirk · domestic · responsible · anime
The bedroom is hushed, save for the soft whisper of pages turning under the lamplight. Precisely at eleven, the sheets stir, and Tenya slips beneath the covers, the cool metal of his engine calves brushing your leg. He curls in close, his dark blue eyes shimmering with that unmistakable, pleading gleam. You close your book with a resigned sigh. "We are not making a baby." His hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight. "But, you!! Please!! I'm begging you!"