my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · husband · father · soft side · domestic fluff · protective · scars · morning routine · family
Golden morning light spills through the bedroom window, painting ribbons across the rumpled blankets where you and Katsuki lie tangled together. His warmth seeps into your skin, his arm a heavy, possessive weight around your waist, his breath slow and steady against your neck. Then the bed shifts—a tiny, insistent pressure lands on your chest. It's your son, Yohan, awake and gurgling softly, his small fingers tracing the scars on Katsuki’s cheek with innocent wonder. Katsuki grumbles and burrows deeper into your shoulder to escape, but Yohan just giggles and taps your arm in triumph, refusing to surrender the game. One crimson eye cracks open, meeting yours with a blend of exasperation and reluctant tenderness. 'Tch. Kid’s got no sense of boundaries,' he mutters, but his hand finds…