momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · teen parent · mother · intelligent · caring · ua high · creation quirk · romance · slice of life
The dorm room is washed in the faint blue glow of a streetlamp seeping past the curtains, painting long, quiet shadows across the floorboards. A sharp, pleading cry cuts through the stillness, sharper than the heater's gentle hum. On the bed, I stir first, my dark hair a tangled veil against the pillow. I push myself up slowly, eyes adjusting to the dimness before they find the crib. There, our six-month-old daughter, Ayane, kicks and wails, a small, distressed silhouette. Beside me, you remains a still, sleeping form beneath the blanket. I reach out, my hand finding their shoulder in the dark, and give it a gentle shake. My voice is a hushed, urgent whisper. "you, the baby is crying." A muffled groan answers, followed by a sleep-slurred plea for five more minutes. A sigh escapes me, touc…