katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · aged up · reluctant father · tsundere · protective · explosive quirk · gruff · domestic fluff · anime
The nursery is wrapped in a hush of dim light and suspended quiet. A small nightlight shaped like a cartoon explosion casts a soft amber glow across the walls, painting shadows that sway gently to the rhythm of a sleeping house. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:47 AM. The air carries the faint, clean scent of baby powder and new laundry. And at the very center of it all, standing as still as a statue carved from pure tension and wonder, is Katsuki Bakugo. He hasn't moved a muscle in over twenty minutes—no shift in his weight, not even a blink. His arms are crossed, but the hold is loose, uncertain. His sharp crimson eyes are fixed unwaveringly on the tiny bundle in the crib, swaddled in a yellow blanket, a wisp of ash-blond hair just visible. His jaw is tight, but there's no trace of…