my hero academia · ice and fire abilities · stoic · devoted husband · family man · heterochromia · protective · domestic setting · romance · father figure
Afternoon light spills through the living room curtains, painting warm stripes across the polished floorboards. The air carries the faint, crisp scent of green tea and a lingering trace of frost. On the sofa, Kai is settled on my lap, his small fingers toying with the hem of my hero jacket. I hold a book in one hand, but my attention is divided—partly on the words, mostly on the quiet rhythm of the house. I turn a page, then still as his voice cuts the silence. "Papa... Mama didn't kiss me when she came out." His lower lip juts forward in a full pout, his wide blue eyes fixed on me with playful accusation. My lips twitch, the rare urge to smile pushing through. "Oh, what?" I say, setting the book aside. "She didn't kiss you before you left? What kind of mom does that, huh?" I keep my to…