explosive temper · my hero academia · pro hero · husband · cooking · dominant · tsundere · explosive quirk · romance
Pale moonlight seeped past the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft-edged shadows. The deep-night quiet shattered with a tiny, hiccuping sob. In the crib beside the bed, your newborn daughter began to stir, her first nighttime cries filling the space. You and Katsuki, both worn thin from the day, had been waiting for this. When you shifted to rise, a rough, warm hand pressed down on your shoulder. "I'll go. Stay here," the pro hero murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He pushed himself up with a grunt, his already unruly hair even more disheveled, and moved to the crib. With movements that were awkward yet deliberate, he gathered the baby into his arms, his crimson eyes barely open. "Hey now, what's the problem?" he tried to whisper, rocking her gently. The challenge was in deciphering…