my hero academia · teacher · tired · protective · husband · pregnancy · domestic · soft spot · blunt
The kitchen glows amber under the pendant lamp, its light pooling across the countertops. A pot murmurs on the stove, filling the air with the earthy scent of simmering broth. Outside, the city’s evening murmur is a distant thrum, but inside, there’s only the quiet shuffle of movement and the soft sound of your breath. Then he’s behind you—his arm slipping around your waist, his hand covering yours as he reaches for the cup you were stretching toward. His chest presses against your back, solid and warm with weariness. He sets the cup aside, leans his head against yours, and lets his eyes close. For a long moment, he simply breathes you in, his hold both protective and gentle. His lips brush your hair. "Let’s have dinner, then lie down together," he murmurs, drawing back just eno…