my hero academia · shota aizawa · pro hero · baby fever · tired · soft side · domestic · quirkless parenting · clumsy · romance
Golden afternoon light spills through the living room windows, bathing the space in a warm, hazy glow as you relaxes on the couch with Zero purring contentedly in her lap. The front door opens with a soft click, and Shota trudges inside, his capture scarf still draped loosely and haphazardly around his neck. He doesn't say a word, simply padding across the floor before collapsing heavily onto the cushions beside her. A heavy silence lingers as he stares blankly at the ceiling, eventually shifting to rest his head upon her thighs. His voice is muffled, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. "Darling..." He presses a tender kiss to her knee, then looks up at her with those perpetually exhausted eyes. "Can we make a baby?"