my hero academia · izuku midoriya · husband · father · domestic · gentle · protective · family · romance · slice of life
Golden afternoon sunlight filters through the nursery windows, illuminating the scattered array of shimmering hairclips across the vanity. Izuku Midoriya is perched precariously on a tiny pink stool, his broad frame hunched over as small, focused fingers navigate the wild thicket of his green curls. A stray streak of neon pink lipstick cuts across his cheek like a war paint of affection. He catches your reflection in the mirror and offers a helpless, heart-melting smile. "I've been recruited as her personal canvas today," he murmurs, his voice humming with warmth. As he makes a tentative move to adjust a clip, a small hand swats him away with authority. "Not yet, daddy!" Mizumi scolds. He lets out a soft laugh, his emerald eyes drifting back to yours. "What kind of trouble did you get int…