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**Chapter 1 – The Light That Struck Home**

One evening, the Midoriya-Bakugou household.

The house was dim and peaceful. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, climbing the walls like cats. The faint sound of the radio from the living room accompanied the sweet pre-dinner silence without disrupting it.

Izuku paused while buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror.
He smiled when he heard Katsuki coming out of the shower. His damp hair was brushed back but still messy—just like him: controlling yet free-spirited.

“Black again?” Izuku teased, eyeing the shirt his husband had slipped into.
Katsuki met his gaze in the mirror. His eyebrows were raised, but the smile on his face gave him away.
“It looks good on me, what can I say?”
Izuku rolled his eyes, stepping closer to fasten the top button of Katsuki’s shirt.
“It’s not that formal. It’s just a dinner with friends.”

Katsuki caught his hand, undid the button again, and tilted his head slightly to whisper:
“If you’re next to me… every night is formal.”

Izuku froze. A strange warmth spread through him. Years had passed, yet Katsuki’s words still touched his heart as if it were the first time.
He smiled, resting his forehead against Katsuki’s shoulder.

“I wish the dinner started a little later,” he murmured.
“I don’t feel like leaving… not with the house like this… not with you like this.”

Katsuki leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“You talk too much, Deku. We’re gonna be late.”

---

On the way to the restaurant.

Katsuki’s black sports car glided through the night, windows down. Izuku had turned the radio on low but wasn’t speaking—just staring out the window.
The roads were familiar. The routines were familiar.
But tonight, there was a strange hollowness inside Izuku.
He didn’t know why.

“What’s on your mind?” Katsuki asked, eyes still on the road.
Izuku turned his head. He smiled, but his eyes didn’t.

“I don’t know. Maybe… I just feel a little different tonight.”
“Tired?”
“No. Actually… I feel fine. Just… like something’s missing.”

Katsuki glanced at him sideways.
“Shinso’s bringing that little kid again tonight, Denki. Maybe that’s why. Last time, you kept avoiding looking at him.”

Izuku took a deep breath.
“No… It’s just… I don’t know. Feels like our story is incomplete.”
“What’s missing? We’re married, happy, at the top. What else could there be?”

Izuku didn’t answer.
His eyes drifted to the stars.

Maybe tonight, the missing piece of their lives would come to them in the sound of a child’s cry.
But for now… they just moved forward together, down the road lit by headlights.

---

The restaurant, with its dim lighting and wooden decor, felt like a warm embrace. Laughter rose inside, and the steam from the plates of food served only added to the cozy atmosphere.

Mina was already loudly telling some story, while Jirou gave her a look that said, *It wasn’t that funny.*
Momo, Tsuyu, and Uraraka were debating over the menu.
Sero, as usual, was angling for the perfect selfie shot of the group.

Kirishima sat at the edge of the table, glancing at the empty chairs.
“Shinso and Monoma still not here?” Mina asked.

Just then, the door opened.
The jingling sound of tiny footsteps.
And a wave of joy swept through the restaurant.

> **“UNCLE KIRIIII!”**

Pacifier in his mouth, tiny Denki—clutching an oversized Pikachu plushie with both hands—burst through the entrance and sprinted straight into Kirishima’s arms.
Mina and Uraraka immediately squealed, “Awwww!”
Kirishima grinned, lifting him up.

> **“My favorite little lightning bolt is here?!”**

Denki buried his face in Kirishima’s chest. The ears of his Pikachu plush dragged on the floor.

Shinso stood at the door, looking tired but happy—the face of a proud father.
Monoma followed, carrying spare pacifiers and a tiny backpack, his usual organized self.
“Please don’t let him mix his soup with his toys again, Kirishima!” he warned, laughing.

---

Izuku and Katsuki walked in right then.
Amid the laughter, their eyes locked onto the scene:
A small child, eyes sparkling, hugging a man’s chest.
Safe… belonging… loved.

Katsuki looked away first.
But then his gaze landed on Denki’s Pikachu.
*He* had bought it for him—as a birthday gift.
*“At least one kid should be happy,”* he’d joked.

But now, that child wasn’t in *his* arms. He was clinging to someone else’s chest.

Izuku silently took his hand.
He didn’t say anything, but his eyes welled up.
Katsuki’s voice was barely a whisper:

> **“Do you think… we could…?”**

Izuku looked into his eyes. For the first time, he saw something there.
*“I’m ready.”*
The words weren’t spoken, but they were there.

Just then, Denki lifted his Pikachu and shouted:

> **“Uncle Kats gave this to me! He’s my superhero!”**

Katsuki smiled faintly.
And Izuku—now he knew where that hollowness in his heart had come from.

---

Izuku and Katsuki sat down at the table, surrounded by laughter.
Izuku took the seat across from Mina; Katsuki sat beside Sero. As the waiter took their orders, the table buzzed with sweet chaos—what to eat, which coffee to drink, who had taken which mission last…

But the two of them…
Their eyes kept drifting to one place: Denki in Kirishima’s lap.

The little boy had invented a complicated game involving his Pikachu’s ear and his pacifier. His laughter was small, his voice adorable. But the echo of that sound in Katsuki’s chest was something else entirely.

Izuku wore a faint smile, but his eyes were distant…
When was the last time he had smiled so purely?

Katsuki suddenly leaned back, tilting his head slightly.
Then, under his breath, he muttered:

> **“I’m… gonna step out for a smoke.”**

No one objected.
Izuku just watched him go. As Katsuki walked toward the door, his fingers tapped the table.
One… two… three seconds…
Then he stood.

> **“I’ll… check on him. Think he needs some air.”**
Uraraka nodded. Mina smiled, but her eyes held understanding.

---

Outside, the air was cool.
Katsuki stood in the empty space behind the restaurant, back against the wall.
His cigarette wasn’t even lit—just an excuse held between his fingers.

When Izuku came out, he didn’t approach immediately.
He stopped a few steps away.

> **“Katsuki…”**
“Don’t,” Katsuki said. “Just… give me a minute…”

Izuku fell silent.
But then he stepped closer. Quietly, slowly, leaning against the wall beside him.
Their shoulders touched.
Their eyes weren’t on the stars—but on a future they hadn’t dared imagine.

And then…
The door creaked open.
Shinso and Monoma stepped out, arms around each other.
Monoma held Denki’s tiny spare blanket; Shinso had his hands in his pockets, but his gaze was fixed on the couple.

Shinso spoke first:

> **“Your expression was pretty obvious, Katsuki.”**
“What expression?” Katsuki’s voice was rough.
“The longing in your eyes. Saw the same thing in the mirror years ago.”

Monoma added:

> **“Ever since Denki came into our lives… everything changed.
Once a little one loves you, nothing stays the same.”**

Izuku listened carefully. His heart fluttered, but hesitation still lingered on his lips.

Shinso softened as he remembered Denki’s early days:

> **“We were scared at first. The way he acted like such a little kid—crying, needing attention… but then we realized. Growing up meant changing *with* that love.”**
“Why haven’t you two considered it?” Monoma added, voice soft but firm.
“Why not adopt a little?”

Silence.
Katsuki crushed his cigarette.
Izuku held his hand.

And for the first time… without words, they both said *yes* to the same thing.

---

Katsuki had dropped his cigarette but was still holding it, as if he didn’t truly want to let go.
Izuku cupped his hand—not quite gripping, but not letting him escape either.

Shinso pulled out a photo of Denki from his pocket. The boy sat on the floor in tiny pajamas, Pikachu half on his head.
He smiled as he showed it:

> **“We got him from a place called *Aurora Rehabilitation and Family Development Center*. At first, we just wanted to look… but then… we couldn’t even *just look*. Living without him felt impossible.”**

Monoma’s eyes gleamed softly as he looked at the photo.

> **“He was so shy when he first came. But within three days, he became the center of our lives.”**

Katsuki turned his head slightly.

> **“I don’t… know if we can handle it.”**
“What do you mean?” Shinso frowned.
Katsuki exhaled:
“We’re the top two heroes. Missions, threats, emergencies… how do we make time for a kid?”

Izuku shared the same fear:

> **“I’m scared too… of not being able to give enough. Of not being there. Of failing them.”**

Monoma smiled.

> **“We’re heroes too. Maybe not ranked as high, but we face the same patrols, the same emergencies.
But once we had a baby, the Commission adjusted our schedules. Patrols, operations… all planned around Denki’s care.”**
Shinso leaned against Monoma.

> **“Like today—I was home, Monoma was on duty. I played with Denki all day, made weird noises at dinner, fought a pacifier battle. Tonight, Monoma takes over.”**
Monoma nodded.
“We take turns. It’s not all on one person. It’s… a team effort.”

A brief silence.
Only distant laughter and Denki’s excited voice from inside.
But in that moment, between the four adults outside, there was a quieter, stronger voice:
*“We could.”*

Izuku interlaced his fingers with Katsuki’s.
When Katsuki looked at him, he saw a glimmer in his eyes—an idea.
A life they’d never dared imagine was sprouting right then.

> **“A baby,” Katsuki muttered, as if talking to himself.
“A home. Their voice. Their laugh…”**
“A pacifier war,” Izuku whispered, smiling.

Shinso and Monoma exchanged glances.
They understood.
The couple’s hearts no longer held just a thought—but a *want*.
The cold night air had brought clarity.

---

After the quiet, heavy moment outside, Izuku and Katsuki returned to the restaurant.

Back at the table, the warmth remained.
Denki was now clinging to Momo’s hand, reaching for her earring as Jirou chuckled, “Careful, if he pulls it off, I’m not crying for you.”

Izuku sat quietly beside Katsuki.
But his eyes… stayed on Denki.
Watching the way the little boy let go of his pacifier sometimes, the way he climbed into laps and hugged people.

And then… the daydream slipped in.

⚫ **Izuku’s Perspective:**

The restaurant faded.
A dim, peaceful room appeared before his eyes.
Katsuki’s hands cradled a tiny baby gently.
The baby’s small head rested on Katsuki’s shoulder, dozing off as it quietly sucked on a pacifier.

Katsuki walked slowly around the room.
His steps were silent, his eyes full of love.
As if the baby would break if he spoke too loudly.

And Katsuki—the man who fought with fire—now carried peace in his arms.
Izuku’s heart cracked.
When he blinked, they were back in the restaurant.
But something inside him… had shifted.

⚫ **Katsuki’s Perspective:**

A laugh…
A soft sound slipping into his ear.

He looked at Deku, who couldn’t take his eyes off Denki.
And his mind drifted into a dream.

Their living room, toys scattered everywhere…
Izuku sat with a baby in his lap, stroking its hair while holding up a tiny hero mask.
*“Look, this is your power room,”* he murmured.
Katsuki sat on the floor, trying to tie a miniature cape onto another toy.

They were laughing together.
That home… that moment… felt real.
And warm.

Their eyes met.

And in that instant…
They both realized they’d seen the same dream.
Without words, they understood.

---

Goodbyes were sweet.
When Denki called out, *“Uncle Kats!”* one last time, Katsuki gave a small nod.
But this time, the echo of that voice… struck somewhere else.

They got in the car.

No words.
Not even the radio.
But inside, a hum buzzed.
Shinso’s words.
Monoma’s voice.
Denki’s laughter.
And the baby they’d imagined…
All of it was speaking inside the car.

They arrived home.
The sound of the key… the slight creak of the door… shoes coming off.
Silence…
But not peaceful—a silence filled with thoughts.

When they got into bed, the lights were off.
Only moonlight traced the ceiling.

Izuku whispered first:

> **“Did you imagine it?”**

Katsuki:

> **“Yeah.”**
A brief pause.

Izuku:

> **“I… saw you with a baby. Rocking them to sleep.”**

Katsuki:
> **“You were laughing. Playing hero with them.”**

Izuku’s voice wavered:

> **“Maybe… we’re ready.”**

Katsuki:

> **“Maybe… that’s what was missing.”**

That night, they fell asleep holding each other.
Now, in their dreams, there was the sound of a baby.
No name yet, no face yet… but already a place in their hearts.

Chapter Text

It Was Silent.**

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, gently brushing the walls of the bedroom. The only sound echoing in the room was the calm breathing of a sleeping man.

When Katsuki opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look at the man beside him.

Izuku was curled up under the blanket, his hair sticking to his forehead as he slept peacefully. There was an innocence on his face, one that belonged to children. Katsuki had grown used to this sight every morning, but...

This morning was different.

For a while, he simply watched him without resting his head back on the pillow.

And then, an image flashed before his eyes.

🌙 **Dream:**

The same bed.
The same dim morning light in the room.

But now, nestled against Izuku’s chest was a tiny baby.
A soft cheek pressed against his skin, a murmuring breath, and a small body peacefully sucking on a pacifier in half-sleep.
So small, so vulnerable, and so... *theirs.*

Izuku looked even more asleep than the baby.
But his arms, whether by reflex or not, were wrapped tightly around the little body.
As if he had sworn to protect it from the world.

Katsuki’s chest warmed.
His eyelids fluttered. Something tightened in his throat.
And for the first time... that dream didn’t feel frightening. It felt like it was meant to be.

He leaned down slowly.
Pressed a kiss to his sleeping husband’s forehead.
Then quietly slipped out of bed and headed toward his sacred space—the kitchen.

When Katsuki entered the kitchen, the sight of everything in its rightful place was comforting.
The counter gleamed. The knives were lined up. The coffee water had already begun to boil.
But today, something was different.

There was a softness in every movement he made.
His hands were more careful as he whisked the eggs.
He sliced the bread slowly, as if afraid a tiny hand might reach out and cut itself.
He stared at the steam rising from the coffee a little longer than usual.
And inside his heart, that fluttering thing still had no name.

Izuku, still asleep in bed, suddenly cracked his eyes open.
The other side of the pillow was empty.
And cold.

His face scrunched up involuntarily.
But then, a familiar sound from the kitchen—the knife gliding against the cutting board, the whisper of the coffee machine—made him smile.

He pushed the blanket aside and slowly got up.
Tiptoed toward the kitchen.
Paused for a few seconds at the sight before him.

Katsuki, with his back turned, was preparing breakfast with intense focus.
His shoulders were relaxed, his hair slightly messy.
And even like this... he looked beautiful.

Izuku approached.
Wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.
Pressed a kiss to his back.

> *“Good morning, love.”*

Katsuki didn’t flinch.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly and smiled.
Then, in one swift motion, turned his head and stole a gentle kiss from Izuku’s lips.

The table was set.
The food was arranged symmetrically.
Coffee steam rose in the air, and the sunlight cast a golden hue over the brown table.

After taking his first bite, Izuku lifted his gaze to his husband.

> *“I thought about it way more than I did last night,”* he said softly.
*“Me too,”* Katsuki replied.

They fell silent for a moment.
Then Izuku spoke again:

> *“There’s something stirring inside me. It’s strange.
Like... I just realized what’s been missing all these years.”*

Katsuki lowered his head.

> *“Same. For the first time... I’m not scared. Maybe... a little excited.”*

Both of them smiled faintly at the same time.
This was a beginning.
There were still so many things left unsaid, but... some things could be understood with just a look.

After breakfast, Izuku got up.
Pulled his laptop from the top shelf of the bookcase and placed it on the table.
Still in his pajamas, hair disheveled... but his eyes burned with the fire of research.

The moment the screen lit up, he began muttering:

> *“Aurora Ageplay Center... That’s what Shinso mentioned, right? Hmm...
Therapy sessions, baby care protocols, pedagogical counseling... Wow, this is really detailed...”*

Katsuki set his coffee cup down on the table.
Crossed his arms and watched him from over the laptop screen.

> *“Damn it, Deku, you’re muttering again,”* he teased.
*“Kacchan, stop complaining,”* Izuku mumbled, his face flushing. *“It’s just... a habit...”*

Katsuki’s lips curled upward.
He scooted his chair slightly to the side and leaned toward his husband.
His eyes held not a question, but a decision.

As Izuku’s fingers skimmed over the laptop’s touchpad, the tabs in the top left corner multiplied.
Katsuki remained seated at the edge of the table, sipping his coffee, enjoying the sight of his husband deep in thought.

Then Izuku suddenly stopped.
His eyes caught on a headline.
The page wasn’t explicit, but... it was surprising.

*“For ageplay caregivers, hormonal-regulating vaccines have been developed to trigger lactation reflexes in special cases.”*

Izuku’s eyes widened.
A sharp inhale escaped his throat.
His back stiffened involuntarily.
And his face—turned into a literal flame.

Katsuki wasn’t one to miss that.
He raised an eyebrow.

> *“What was that, exactly?”* he asked, voice laced with mockery but genuine curiosity.

Izuku quickly scrolled down, but it was too late.
Katsuki had already noticed his burning-red ears.

> *“What happened to your cheeks? You a tomato now?”*
*“It’s... just... information. Scientific stuff. Nothing important.”*
*“So unimportant that your face turned into a beet.”*

Izuku tried to compose himself, but his mind had already begun dissecting that sentence.
He imagined holding a baby... tiny hands pressing against his skin...
nestling against his chest and nursing peacefully.

His heart beat faster.
This feeling wasn’t uncomfortable.
But it was strangely... profound.
He touched his chest—not a physical burn, but an emotional one.

He bit his lip lightly.

Katsuki’s smile faded.
He leaned back slowly.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Izuku.
Because in that moment... he had seen the same image.

A tiny baby, nestled against soft skin.
Eyes half-lidded.
Not with a pacifier, but with that sense of belonging—nursing against his chest.

Katsuki swallowed.
He had never felt like this before.
But now, this feeling... wasn’t suffocating him.
In fact, it was freeing.

Izuku turned back to the screen.
He was embarrassed, yes.
But there was also a strange openness in him now.

> *“This... could be real, Kacchan,”* he whispered.
*“We could love a child like this.
We could... belong to them like this.”*

Katsuki nodded.

> *“I already knew... from the moment I first saw you feeling like you belonged.”*

Izuku lifted his gaze to his husband.
His eyes were damp but determined.

> *“Then... should we go?”*

> *“We have a mission today,”* Katsuki said, lowering his head. *“But tomorrow...”*
*“Tomorrow, we’ll go,”* Izuku finished.
*“Together. Holding your hand.”*

At that moment, the laptop remained open on the coffee table.
But no words on any screen could say more than what they had felt that morning.

An idea had taken root in their hearts.
And that idea was now... the name of the life they wanted to live.

---

The sky was tinged orange.
Evening patrol was usually mundane, but this time...
There was an unusual whisper in the streets.

When Katsuki turned into a narrow alley behind an old playground, he heard a tiny sob near the dumpsters.
He perked up.
That sound didn’t come from somewhere unknown—it felt like it had traveled from deep inside him.

He quickened his steps.
And there, tucked inside a dirty cardboard box, was a little—wearing a colorful onesie, with golden-tinted hair and big, frightened eyes.

The baby was crying.
Panic filled their gaze.
Their tiny hands clutched a plushie, but their knees trembled.

Katsuki scanned the area first.
A few steps away, someone was trying to flee.

A man—or rather, a kidnapper.

In one swift motion, Katsuki cut him off.
Resistance? It lasted only a few seconds.
He slammed the man against the wall, pulled out his cuffs, and locked them around his wrists.

Just then, Izuku arrived.
But Katsuki’s eyes were already on the baby in the box.

He softened his stiff, tense hands.
Lifted the baby into his arms.
The tiny body immediately clung to his chest.
The crying began to subside.

He started to rock them—slow, circular, patient.
He didn’t speak.
But his eyes silently said, *"You’re safe now."*

Izuku took a step back.
Watched the scene.
And his heart...
filled not with praise, but with a sense of belonging.

He moved closer.
Gently rubbed the baby’s tiny back over Katsuki’s arm.

> *“It’s okay,”* he whispered.
*“You’re such a sweet baby, don’t be scared. It’s over.”*

In that moment, the child in their arms seemed wrapped in love—twice over.
And when the two men locked eyes...
They saw the emptiness in that embrace much more clearly.
Not a void—but a *need.*

They returned the baby to their family shortly after.
The mother thanked them through tears.
But when everything was over, only silence remained between them.

The car ride home was short.
They were tired, but their minds were elsewhere.

When they got home, Izuku stripped off his clothes.
Collapsed onto the bed—but instead of the pillow, he rested his head on Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki gently ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair.
As his fingers tangled in the curls, his gaze drifted into emptiness.

The same sentence echoed in both their minds:
*"If we had a baby like that..."*

Izuku was the first to speak.

> *“Do you remember... what I read this morning?”*
*“Yeah,”* Katsuki said, voice soft.
*“The lactation vaccine...”*

Izuku closed his eyes.
But there was no shame now.
Only clarity.

> *“I want to try it. If we ever have a baby... I want to truly feel that.”*
*“You’re not scared?”*
*“To be honest... no. Not anymore.”*

Katsuki shrugged.
But it wasn’t indifference—it was acceptance.

> *“I don’t mind. If it happens... it might even be nice.”*

Izuku’s heart skipped again.
He looked at his husband’s face—and now, he saw that same dream reflected even more clearly.

That night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Words turned to whispers.
And whispers turned to dreams...

> *“What kind of baby do you think we’d have?”*
*“Curly hair or straight?”*
*“Would their eyes... look like yours?”*
*“If they tugged at you in their sleep... could you let go?”*
*“I’d never let go.”*

Their eyelids grew heavy.
Before sleep took them, the last words came from both at once:

> *“Tomorrow... we’re going to the Ageplay Center.”*
*“Yeah... it’s time.”*

Chapter Text

The morning chill still lingered in the air.
The sun hovered just above the horizon, its golden light adorning the city’s stones.

Katsuki was behind the wheel…
Izuku sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at his phone screen but not reading a thing.
There was no music in the car, no conversation.
But the silence wasn’t tense—it was a heavy silence—
The silence of dreams threaded with the voices of children.

Katsuki took a sharp breath and turned the corner.
The navigation didn’t even speak—they didn’t need it anymore.

**"Little Hearts Center"** was a simple yet peaceful building.
Its wide windows didn’t reveal much from the outside.
Beside the door, a sign made of white stones bore a handwritten inscription:

> *"Love is measured not by age, but by bond."*

Izuku exhaled deeply as he looked out the window.
There was a faint shimmer of moisture in his eyes.
Katsuki reached for his hand.

> **"Ready?"**
*"I don’t think anyone’s ever fully ready,"* Izuku said, smiling.
*"But I want this."*
Katsuki nodded.
The word echoing in his mind was, *"Me too."*

When they stepped inside, a warm, vanilla-like scent greeted them.
This place didn’t feel like an office—it felt like a home.

To the left was a small waiting area:
Toy boxes, a basket filled with plushies, tiny pastel-colored chairs…
And on the wall, a sentence painted in bright colors:

> *"May every heart that comes here never remain half-full."*

Izuku repeated the words silently.
*"Every heart… never remain half-full…"*

Just then, a middle-aged woman approached from the hallway ahead.
Her brown hair was tied in a bun, and behind her glasses, her gaze was both wise and kind.
Her soft gray outfit made her look less like an administrator and more like a mother.
But her eyes carried years of experience.

She smiled as she walked toward them.

> *"Deku-san and Dynamight-san. I’ve been expecting you."*

Izuku immediately bowed slightly and extended his hand.

> *"It’s nice to meet you. I… well, I think we’re a little nervous."*
*"If someone isn’t nervous, they shouldn’t be here in the first place,"* the woman replied warmly.

Katsuki was alert, his eyes instinctively scanning every corner.
Soft plushies, tiny handprints drawn on the walls, a few staff members moving about…

The woman introduced herself.

> *"I’m Ayaka Natsaka. The head of this facility.
I personally oversee every parent who comes here.
I’d like to get to know you both a little… and then take you to the heart of our center."*

Izuku nodded.

> *"The heart…?"*
*"The children,"* Ayaka said, her eyes glimmering slightly.
*"Each has their own room, their own story.
But some… are only truly seen by those who *feel* it."*

Katsuki’s gaze fixed on Ayaka.

> *"What do you mean?"*
Ayaka tilted her head.
*"Some children are so quiet… that only those who carry the same hollowness inside notice them.
Perhaps you… know that hollowness all too well."*

Katsuki and Izuku exchanged a glance.
At the same time.

The nameless dream they’d carried passed between them in that moment.
Wordless, yet overwhelming.

The hallways were silent.
Ayaka walked ahead, her soft voice introducing each room, sharing the names, interests, and special needs of the little ones inside.

Izuku lingered in each room for a few minutes, crouching to talk to the children.
Some responded calmly, others shyly turned away, and a few immediately climbed into his lap.

Katsuki stayed a step behind.
Leaning against the corners, arms crossed, his presence was firm.
But his eyes never left Izuku.
And every time Izuku finished speaking with a child and looked back at Katsuki, his gaze whispered the same truth:

*"Not this one."*

Ayaka seemed to sense their souls.
With each door they left behind, she opened the next one more slowly.
As if she could feel their hope dwindling.

Time passed.
The lights dimmed slightly.
They reached the end of the hallway.

Ayaka opened the final door, revealing a spacious room decorated with star-patterned walls and filled with plush toys.
A small girl in a tulle dress was arranging toys on the floor.

Izuku knelt to speak with her.
Katsuki turned his head away with a soft *"tch."*

And then…

The door closed.
The hallway fell silent.
Ayaka turned with a regretful expression:

> *"I think… that’s all of them."*

Izuku lowered his head.
Katsuki fixed his eyes on the floor.
For a moment, all the rooms became nothing more than memories they’d passed through.

Neither of them spoke.
Just as they were about to give up—

*"H-hic…!"*
A muffled sob echoed.
Faint… but there.
Distant… but alive.
From behind a door at the far end of the hallway.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes.
Izuku lifted his head.
Ayaka froze.

> *"That sound…?"* Izuku murmured.

Ayaka quickly turned.
At the very end of the hall, smaller than the others, was a plain white door—almost forgotten.
Her eyes flickered with something like worry.

> *"That’s… that’s actually—"*

> *"If there’s a child in there,"* Katsuki said, his voice calm but commanding, *"we’re going in."*

Ayaka didn’t argue.
She simply bowed her head.

Izuku approached the door, his heart pounding faster.
Katsuki was right behind him.

The handle was slightly rusted.
Izuku hesitated before touching it, then took a breath and gently pushed it open.
As the door creaked ajar, a weak hiccup spilled out.
A small, timid voice… shaky breaths tangled within it.

With each step Izuku and Katsuki took, the silence in the room trembled something inside them.
And then… their eyes landed on the face before them.

The little one’s head lifted slightly.
What met their gaze was breathtaking—a mesmerizing sight that pierced their hearts:

Heterochromatic eyes—one half white, the other deep red.
Unique beauty, with hair split between crimson and white, falling in soft waves.

The baby was trembling, eyes wet and fragile—but they held a story too deep for words.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, words were meaningless.
*"We found them…"* their hearts whispered.

A soft voice came from behind them.

> *"Shoto is a special little,"* Ayaka said.
*"Unlike the usual age range, he’s smaller… more delicate.
You might want to consider another—"*

Katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away from the baby.
For a second, he held his breath, then spoke in a low, rough voice.

> *"Shut the hell up and give us some damn peace, would you?"*

Ayaka fell silent.

Katsuki added, sharp but soft:
*"This silence… is much better."*

The woman acknowledged the Dynamight in him and stepped back quietly.

Izuku was spellbound.
Slowly, carefully, he approached Shoto.

The baby was still crying softly, breaths hitching.
When Izuku gently lifted him into his arms, warmth flooded his chest—
as if a long-missing piece had finally slotted into place.

Izuku’s eyes welled up. He looked at Katsuki, swallowing hard.

Katsuki, stern yet tender, studied the baby’s face.
The scar on his left side didn’t mar his beauty—it made him more striking.
With his thumb, Katsuki wiped the tears from the baby’s round cheeks, smiling at the flushed pink of his tiny nose.

He couldn’t look away from those deep, mismatched eyes.

Izuku and Katsuki were captivated by this small miracle.
They couldn’t tear their eyes away, as if they were becoming one with him.

After Katsuki’s outburst, the room was heavy with silence.
Ayaka watched from the doorway, hesitation in her eyes.
With years of wisdom, she understood the fragility of this moment.

She sighed softly, then spoke in a gentle but firm voice:

> *"I’ll give you some time alone with Shoto.
It’s important for him."*

Izuku nodded slightly, noticing the tension in Katsuki’s jaw.
Dynamight’s cold, intense gaze made the air feel heavier.

But despite the weight, she remained composed:

> *"Come back to me in five minutes,"* she said, stepping out.

Once the door closed, Katsuki and Izuku exhaled.
The silence between them buzzed with excitement and fear.

Their eyes fell to Shoto, now dozing slightly in Izuku’s arms.
That tiny face…
Those shy, uncertain glances…
And those eyes—one white, one blazing red—
as if born where darkness and light met.

Katsuki reached out carefully.
He took Shoto from Izuku’s arms, cradling him like something precious.
The baby’s tiny hands clutched Katsuki’s shirt, just as they had Izuku’s.

Izuku knelt, picking up the pacifier from the crib.
A small smile touched his lips—even that tiny detail warmed his heart.

He sat beside Katsuki, brushing Shoto’s soft red-and-white hair back.
His fingers traced the baby’s round cheeks.

Shoto’s wary expression softened slightly.
His little body still trembled, but the fear in his eyes had lessened.

Izuku gently pressed the pacifier to his lips.

Shoto hesitated… then accepted it.
His first few sucks were quick, as if seeking reassurance.

Shoto shyly nuzzled into Katsuki’s shoulder.
His tiny breaths were uneven, mingling with quiet hiccups.

Katsuki couldn’t look away from those eyes.
The scar on his left side didn’t diminish him—it added depth.

As he wiped Shoto’s tears with his thumb, something indescribable swelled in his chest.

Izuku’s eyes brimmed. He glanced at Katsuki.
They both knew—this moment was the start of something life-changing.

And Shoto…
That small, fragile child…
Was no longer alone.

A heart long forgotten, overlooked, yet always hoping…
Was now filling with love and trust for the first time.

Katsuki murmured, barely above a whisper:

> *"Sweet baby… we’ll protect you."*

Izuku nodded silently, tears falling unnoticed.

The silence in the room was unshakable—a resonance of hope and new beginnings.

Shoto was still shy.
His small body trembled slightly; his eyes were wide, fearful, yet utterly innocent.
But the warmth of the two men holding him gave him a fragile sense of safety.
He sucked his pacifier faster—as if this moment had become his sanctuary.

Inside Izuku and Katsuki, storms raged.
From the second they stepped through that door, every second, every breath, felt like a miracle.

---
**Izuku’s Inner World**

*"The first thing I noticed was his eyes.
That heterochromia…
One half white, one half red.
Like a reflection of two souls inside him.
And his hair…
Half crimson, half white…
More unique, more delicate than anything I’ve ever seen.

His timid gaze, his fragile demeanor…
Something indescribable filled me.
This child wasn’t just physically scarred—his spirit was wounded too.
And I… I wanted to mend those broken pieces.

When Katsuki and I locked eyes, the same question echoed in both our hearts:
‘Is this child the missing piece we’ve been searching for?’"*

---
**Katsuki’s Inner World**

*"That scar… The faint mark on the left side of his face—it told his story.
But it didn’t mar his beauty; it gave him a different kind of strength.

When those tiny hands gripped my shirt, my heart raced.
I’d never felt anything like this before.

Watching Izuku tuck his hair behind his ear…
Showed me a tenderness I’d never seen in him.

Something stirred inside me—
A need to protect, to love…
An unknown but unbreakable bond.

In that moment, I knew.
The piece we’d been missing was right here, in my arms."*

---

Shoto’s breathing steadied as he sucked his pacifier, his fear fading, his body relaxing.
In Katsuki’s arms, he was a small, warm weight.
Beside him, Izuku was a hopeful future.

Izuku gently stroked the baby’s hair.
Katsuki, in a soft but firm whisper, added:

> *"Sweet baby… you’re not alone anymore."*

Izuku, eyes brimming, whispered back:

> *"We’ll protect you. We’ll always be here."*

And in that moment, an invisible but unshakable bond formed between the three of them.
Their hearts became one; their stories intertwined.

Shoto was still so small.
He couldn’t speak… had no words.
But in that moment, words weren’t needed.
Because in a child’s world, feelings had a language all their own.

Katsuki held him close.
Shoto nestled against his shoulder, tiny hands still fisted in his shirt, pacifier bobbing as he sucked.

Izuku watched them, his heart racing.
Katsuki, without realizing it, was rubbing Shoto’s back in slow, rhythmic circles.
The gesture was so natural—as if this hardened hero had been a father all his life.

And then…

A scent.
That pure, sweet scent.

The unmistakable fragrance of a baby—mixed with something like strawberries.

It rose from Shoto’s neck, his hair… subtle but distinct.
As if that aroma had unlocked something deep inside them.
It carried them back to childhood dreams, to the family they’d secretly imagined.

Katsuki instinctively leaned in, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes.

Izuku held his breath.
The warmth spreading through him…
The sound of a small life breathing safely in his arms—
It was the most fundamental need one person could have for another.

Their eyes met.

No words were spoken.
But that glance held more meaning than years of conversation ever could.

> *"This is him. This baby is ours."*

Izuku’s eyes shimmered.
Katsuki’s jaw trembled, but he held firm.
Both clenched their teeth to hold back tears, but their eyes betrayed them.

Shoto sucked his pacifier harder.
As if he, too, felt something shifting.
In his tiny body, an unfamiliar but desperately needed warmth—this embrace—
Was giving meaning to the word *"family"* for the first time.

A soft *"mhmh?"* escaped him—a wordless murmur, but it was there.
Izuku smiled through the emotion swelling in his chest.
Katsuki, too, gazed down at him and gently ruffled his hair.

Shoto relaxed further, his eyelids growing heavy.
But his hands still clung to Katsuki’s shirt.
He couldn’t let go.

Izuku bent down, pressing a kiss to his tiny hand.
Then he rested his head against Katsuki’s shoulder.
The three of them…
In that small, quiet room,
In a moment where everything had changed,
Felt whole for the first time.

---

The room was filled with the rhythm of a baby’s soft breaths.
Shoto, cradled in Katsuki’s arms with Izuku kneeling beside him, had nestled his face against the taller man’s chest.
His tiny fingers still clung to Katsuki’s shirt.
As if letting go would make everything disappear.

That small body was warm, like a summer evening.
His pacifier remained in his mouth, but his sucking had slowed.
Katsuki watched him, his gaze softer than it had ever been on any battlefield.

Izuku had rested his head against Katsuki’s knee.
His hand lay on Shoto’s plump little thigh, absorbing the warmth of his skin.
The silence… was like time had stopped.

But then—
The door creaked open.

Ayaka stepped in, her voice gentle but firm:

> *"I’m sorry… but it’s time to go. Our session is over."*

Katsuki closed his eyes.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, holding back his anger through gritted teeth.
This peaceful moment—this fragile connection—couldn’t be broken.
But Ayaka was here.

Shoto sensed it immediately.
A child’s instinct told him—the warmth was about to leave.
His small body squirmed uncomfortably, his brows furrowing as a whimpering cry escaped him.

> *"Mhh... mm!"*

His eyes opened.
Those mismatched eyes now held something new:
Fear.

He understood—they were leaving. He’d be alone again.
His lips trembled.
He sucked his pacifier faster, as if trying to stifle the coming sob.

Katsuki shot Ayaka an icy glare.
Shoto was still in his arms.
But his eyes burned with fury.

> *"Great,"* he seethed internally. *"You made him cry."*

He shifted Shoto into Izuku’s embrace, careful and protective.
The baby grew more restless at the transfer.
Though he pressed his face into Izuku’s shoulder, his tears overflowed.

Izuku, eyes hardening, turned to Ayaka.
His silent glare said:

> *"You expect me to leave him like this?"*

Katsuki stepped in, his voice low and dangerous.

> *"We need to talk. Now."*

The woman faltered but maintained her professionalism.
As the door closed behind them, Izuku remained, holding Shoto.
Left alone in the quiet room—
One crying, one holding,
Both already a family.

---

Outside, tension crackled in the air.
Inside, Izuku rocked the weeping child in his arms.

Ayaka clutched her tablet to her chest, avoiding Katsuki’s piercing glare.
But words were inevitable.

Katsuki spoke through clenched teeth, his voice barely restrained:

> *"We’re taking that baby. No discussion."*

Ayaka hesitated, her voice barely a whisper:

> *"There are procedures… paperwork… the process—"*

> *"Bring me whatever damn papers I need to sign,"* Katsuki cut her off. *"Now."*

Ayaka took a step back, her fingers trembling over the tablet screen.

> *"J-just a few consent forms… temporary placement protocol… but official approval could take days."*

Katsuki stepped forward, his posture predatory.

> *"Every second that baby stays here, his trauma deepens.
You know that.
And I’m Dynamight.
If there’s a way to fast-track this, you’ll find it."*

Ayaka bowed her head.
Her breath shook as she surrendered.

> *"Understood… I’ll prepare them immediately…"*

---

Beyond the door, the atmosphere was different.
Shoto wasn’t sobbing anymore, but his breaths were still uneven.
Tears streaked his pink cheeks.
His tiny hands fisted Izuku’s shirt, his face buried in his chest.

Izuku’s heart shattered.
That deep loneliness inside this child… that emptiness… was familiar.
Like the void he himself had carried for years.

He began to walk slowly around the room, cradling Shoto.
His steps were light, his breaths deep.
And then, a melody from years ago slipped from his lips.

> *"I am not alone…
You are not alone…"*

The song from the UA festival—*"Hero Too."*
Now a lullaby.
His voice was quiet, as if meant only for Shoto.

> *"I’ve met so many heroes in my life…
Gave me strength and courage to survive…"*

The small body in his arms stilled.
The crying lessened.
His breathing slowed.

The pacifier remained in his mouth, but his sucking grew calmer.
He rested his head against Izuku’s shoulder.
As Izuku sang, a tiny hand curled around his neck.

Izuku’s eyes welled up.

> *"We’ve only known him for a few hours…
But he’s filled a hole in my heart that’s been empty for years.
This baby… is ours."*

The door opened.
Katsuki stepped inside, pausing at the sight of Izuku and Shoto.

Izuku’s voice was quiet but firm:

> *"He calmed down. I sang to him. Look… his eyes closed."*

Katsuki smiled, reaching out to stroke Shoto’s hair.

> *"They’re preparing the paperwork,"* he murmured. *"Everything’s about to change."*

Izuku nodded, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s head.

> *"I’m ready. We’re ready. He’s our baby."*

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The man in whose lap he was…
was warm.
His scent was comforting.
The rhythm he felt when his heart touched his chest… was so unfamiliar to him, yet it was what he needed most.
He had never been held like this before.
No one had ever embraced him so gently.
His tiny head, resting on their shoulder, no longer trembled.

And the other man—
his voice was like a soft blanket.

He had never heard that song before, but the melody seemed to brush against the edges of his heart.
Even if he didn’t understand the words, the warmth behind the humming
slowly began to lull him into drowsiness.

His eyelids grew heavy.

But right at that moment…
someone entered through the door.

The footsteps…
their tone was familiar.
Cold.
Demanding.
A tone he had memorized long ago:
*"They left you here."*

The small body understood.
These two men would leave.
He would be alone again.

Just before his eyes closed completely,
a single tear slipped through the darkness.
Warm, salty, like an old acquaintance…

But at that moment, his strength gave out.
The warmth enveloped him.
And the lullaby still echoed in his ears.

> *“I’ve met so many heroes in my life…”*
*“Gave me strength and courage to survive...”*

The little body took a deep breath.
He lightly sucked on his pacifier.
And then, he succumbed to sleep.

When Izuku noticed Shoto’s tiny eyes closing, his chest tightened.
It wasn’t the weight of the baby in his lap…
but the feeling of being trusted that brought his most suppressed emotions to the surface.

Katsuki, watching this scene, felt a kind of helplessness he had never experienced in battle.
His eyes were fixed on the baby’s red-and-white hair.
Shoto’s brows were still slightly furrowed, but his skin was relaxed for the first time.
The first time since he had been with them.

The door creaked open again.

Ayaka entered, accompanied by an employee from the institution.
Her voice was gentle but firm:

> *"We need to take Shoto for now. For the paperwork, procedures, and temporary approval… we’ll need to go to the office."*

Izuku tightened his arms.
He didn’t want to let the baby go.

> *"If he wakes up… he won’t find us here."*

Katsuki silently watched as the caretaker reached out for Shoto.
With every step, it felt like a piece of him was being torn away.

But the cold wall of procedure stood firm.
As the baby was gently lifted from Izuku’s arms,
a warmth was lost.
A wholeness shattered.

Izuku’s hands brushed through Shoto’s hair one last time.
He placed a soft kiss on his forehead, then another hidden in his strands.

> *"We’ll be back soon, little hero. Wait for us, okay?"*

Katsuki leaned down.
His eyes lingered on the small scratch on Shoto’s left cheek.
That scratch didn’t make this child incomplete.
On the contrary—it made him real.

He gently stroked Shoto’s cheek with his thumb,
then pressed a whisper of a kiss into his hair.

> *"I promise."*

Shoto’s eyelids remained closed.
But it was as if he could feel it.
Even in sleep, feeling… was sometimes stronger than words.

The caretaker stepped back carefully.
The two heroes stood frozen for a moment.

But then Katsuki placed a hand on Izuku’s waist.

> *"Come on, Deku. Let’s go deal with that damn paperwork."*

Izuku nodded.
With every step away from the baby, the cold walls seemed to close in around them.
But neither of them looked back.
Because they knew.

They would return.
And they would never leave him alone again.

---

The institution’s office was a dull place, dominated by white walls, sterile lighting, and the clatter of keyboards.
But here, around the table where three adults gathered, a much deeper and more painful truth was being shared.

Ayaka closed the file on the table carefully, her expression grave.
As Katsuki and Izuku sat across from her, the weight of her words settled heavily in the air.

> *"Shoto is different from the other 'littles' here. He’s a special case. His age range is younger due to what he’s been through. That means his care needs to be more delicate, his attention more intense."*

Katsuki’s eyes sharpened.
*"What kind of 'what he’s been through'?"* he asked, voice low but edged.

Ayaka took a deep breath, a flicker of sorrow passing through her gaze.

> *"The scar on Shoto’s left side… it’s a mark left by his biological mother. It’s not just physical—it’s emotional, too. That scar symbolizes the pain of his past."*

Izuku didn’t blink. His expression froze, something inside him cracking silently.

Katsuki’s voice was no longer calm.
*"Who’s his biological father? I want the name."*

Ayaka tilted her head slightly.

> *"That information is confidential. But I can tell you this—the trauma from his father runs deep. He has an intense fear of loud noises, especially. A calm environment is essential for him."*

Izuku and Katsuki’s faces were a battlefield of fire and ice.

Ayaka continued:

> *"Shoto has a unique ability. Fire on his left side, ice on his right… This duality sets him apart."*

Katsuki gritted his teeth. Izuku, unable to hide his awe, whispered:
*"This little body carries both fire and cold… That’s incredible."*

Ayaka smiled faintly.
*"Yes, a perfect hybrid. Caring for him requires both protection and balance."*

Katsuki clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes.
*"We’ll take on that duty. We’ll give him the safety and love he needs."*

Izuku stepped closer, resting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.
*"We’ll do it together."*

Ayaka set the files down.
*"Are you ready to sign the paperwork?"*

Katsuki and Izuku nodded in unison.
They had already decided—they would take the first steps into their new life together.

---

Ayaka opened another file, revealing more fragments of Shoto’s small world.

> *"Let me tell you what Shoto likes,"* she said with a soft smile. *"He loves snow leopards and penguins. His innocent admiration for nature and animals is like a tiny light of hope inside him. He adores sweets—especially strawberries."*

Katsuki smirked slightly, glancing at Izuku.
*"He already smelled like strawberries…"*

Izuku blinked, then smiled.
*"Yeah… our strawberry-scented baby."*

As the paperwork continued, Ayaka added:

> *"There’s one more thing. Our institution offers a 'nursing vaccine.' Thanks to advanced technology, it allows anyone—male or female—to nurse their littles if they choose. It’s not mandatory, but many parents opt for it."*

Her eyes lingered on them.
*"I thought you might be interested."*

Izuku and Katsuki exchanged a glance. The articles they’d read flashed through their minds.

Katsuki, blunt as ever:
*"You already wanted this, didn’t you, Deku?"*

Izuku nodded, eyes bright.
*"Yeah. I want to do this. For Shoto."*

Ayaka smiled and slid the document forward.
*"Then let’s get your signatures. We’ll start the process right away."*

The two heroes took the pens, excitement and nervousness intertwining.
The seeds of their future as a family were already taking root.

---

Izuku rolled up his sleeve as the doctor prepared the needle. He took a deep breath. Katsuki, beside him, kept signing documents with sharp, decisive strokes.

Ayaka approached, her tone gentle but professional.
*"Once the home environment is approved, you can take Shoto home immediately. Everything’s ready—we just need your final confirmation and a little patience."*

Izuku closed his eyes as the needle pricked his skin. This small pain was nothing compared to the hope it carried.
*"We were so excited coming here, we almost forgot about this part…"* he murmured. *"But now it feels real."*

Katsuki exhaled sharply.
*"We’ll be back tomorrow to get him. No delays."*

Ayaka smiled.
*"We’ll be waiting, heroes."*

As Izuku and Katsuki looked at each other, the emptiness inside them felt a little less hollow.

Tomorrow, their new life would begin.

---

Shoto’s eyelids grew heavy, a soft melody drifting through his mind.
*"Hero Too…"*
The tune hummed gently from somewhere far away.

In his dream, he found himself under a starry sky.
Countless lights twinkled in the endless dark. A breeze brushed his face, warmth blooming in his chest.

And there—he was cradled in Izuku’s arms.
Pacifier in his mouth, safe and sound…
Izuku’s voice echoed softly.

> *"Our baby…"*

The gentle words wrapped around him like a blanket.
Then, strong arms encircled them both. Katsuki, holding them tightly from behind.

His voice, rough yet tender, whispered into Shoto’s hair:
> *"Our baby…"*

Everything settled.
The melody continued. Izuku kept humming *"Hero Too."*

Katsuki murmured:
*"We’ll come back. You’ll never be alone again. You’re our baby."*

Under the stars, the small body surrendered to sleep, wrapped in unshakable peace.
Behind his closed eyelids, there was no fear—only love.
And a family. Forever.

---

The nursery was silent.
Only the sound of soft breathing filled the small room.
Shoto stirred, on the verge of waking.

As his eyelids fluttered open, two pairs of eyes watched him intently.
Izuku and Katsuki held their breath, tracking every tiny movement.

Shoto blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings. Then, he heard that familiar voice.

> *"Baby…"*

Izuku reached out gently.
Shoto, still drowsy and a little shy, shifted into his arms.
His tiny fist clutched Izuku’s shirt.

He began sucking on his pacifier softly.
It was the most peaceful sight in the world.

Then Katsuki approached quietly.
Just like in the dream, he wrapped them both in his embrace.

He whispered:
*"We have to go today, but we’ll be back tomorrow. We’ll never leave you. You’re our baby."*

Katsuki pressed a kiss into Shoto’s hair.
*"Baby…"* he murmured, warmth and resolve in his eyes.

---

The room grew heavy with silence.
Izuku and Katsuki held Shoto close, their hearts aching.
Shoto fussed slightly, brows furrowing, lips trembling.

But their presence soothed him.
Between soft sucks on his pacifier, tiny whimpers escaped.
His small body relaxed a little.

Katsuki leaned down, whispering in his ear:
*"We have a surprise for you, baby. You’ll see it soon—I promise."*

He stroked Shoto’s plump cheek.
That innocent strawberry scent filled his senses.
He held his breath, trying to match the rhythm of those tiny exhales.

Shoto kicked his legs slightly, sucking harder on his pacifier.
Katsuki’s voice was rough with emotion.
*"No one’s ever done this for you before, huh…"*

Izuku’s heart ached, but he was determined.
*"Soon, everything will be better,"* he murmured.
Then, squeezing Shoto’s small hand, he added, *"I know it’s hard to let go."*

Shoto looked up—just for a second, trust and affection flickered in his eyes.
But then they dimmed again. The time to leave was coming.

Izuku and Katsuki stood slowly.
They held Shoto tighter, gripping his little hands one last time.
The small body trembled—he didn’t want them to go either.

The door opened softly.
Ayaka and the caretaker waited.
Ayaka’s expression was understanding but professional.
The caretaker smiled gently, adjusting the baby’s blanket.

Ayaka nodded.
*"It’s time, heroes. But don’t worry—we’ll take good care of Shoto. When you return, you’ll find him in a whole new place."*

Katsuki turned to the door, jaw clenched.
*"We’re leaving today, but we’ll be back tomorrow—and we’re never letting him go again. Don’t forget that."*

Ayaka bowed her head slightly.

Izuku looked down at Shoto one last time.
He breathed in that sweet strawberry scent, stroking his hair.

Shoto let go of his pacifier, staring up at them.
His eyes held a quiet peace—and just a little fear.

Katsuki squeezed his tiny hand, then kissed his hair.
*"Stay safe, baby. Wait for us—we’ll come back. I promise."*

The door closed softly behind them.
Izuku and Katsuki stood there, hearts full of both emptiness and hope.

They had taken the first, hardest step toward becoming a family—
facing its sweetest and most painful truth.

Chapter Text

The heavy doors of the Ageplay center slowly closed.
As Izuku and Katsuki stepped outside, the cold air hit their faces.
But the ice inside them longed for warmth.

With the door closing, a small sob echoed from inside.
Shoto, frightened by the loneliness, began to cry.
But soon, his tears gave way to exhaustion, and he surrendered to sleep.

Izuku's eyes welled up.
He turned inward, thinking about how hard it was to leave that tiny baby behind.
Katsuki silently squeezed his shoulder—though his eyes weren’t wet, the weight in his heart was unmistakable.

> “It’s been a tough day,” Izuku said, his voice trembling.

Katsuki nodded with a determined expression.

As they got into their car, Katsuki took the wheel and set the new course.

> “Now, we’re going shopping.
> We’ll prepare the most beautiful room for our baby.
> We’ll create a home worthy of him—warm and safe.”

His lips curled up involuntarily.
In his mind, he pictured Shoto at home—tiny, sweet hands touching toys, that small body sleeping peacefully…

Izuku saw the happiness in Katsuki’s expression and felt hope swell inside him.

> “Yes… there’s a miracle waiting for him in our home now,” he whispered to himself.

The drive was quiet, but both of them carried the same excitement and love in their hearts.
This first step toward becoming a family was the most important beginning of their journey.
When they got out of the car, Izuku gently took Katsuki’s hand.
Their steps were in sync, each one feeling the other’s presence.
Their hats tilted slightly over their hair, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses.
Walking in their own world, away from prying eyes, the silent bond between them grew even stronger.

As they entered the mall, they locked eyes in the crowd and shared a soft smile.
“What should we get? Where do we even start?” Izuku asked, pulling out his phone to do some research.

Katsuki shrugged. “First stop should be the Ageplay store,” he said decisively.
“We’ll find everything we need for the nursery there.”

They made their way to the store. As they wandered between shelves of wallpaper and baby items, Izuku’s eyes landed on a baby-blue wallpaper adorned with delicate snowflakes.
Both of them stopped, their eyes meeting.

“It’s perfect…” Izuku murmured, smiling slightly.
Katsuki nodded. “Exactly what we’re looking for.”

Together, they added enough rolls to cover their nursery walls to their cart.
Everything was filled with dreams of the room that would welcome little Shoto.

The next stop was the crib section.
Among the pure white, elegant models that radiated innocence, their eyes were drawn to one in particular.

It had hanging rattles—tiny stuffed penguins and snowflakes swaying gently.
“This one,” Katsuki said, his voice firm but sweet.
“Our baby will sleep peacefully here.”

Izuku closed his eyes and imagined the moment—Shoto’s tiny hands watching those toys, drifting off safely…
“Just what we wanted,” he murmured.

As their cart continued to fill, the silence between them was filled only with love.
This small shopping trip was the first step toward opening a new chapter as a family.
Wallpaper, crib… everything was slowly falling into place.
But next was perhaps one of the most important parts:
Little Shoto’s daily necessities.

Katsuki steered the cart while Izuku quickly checked the list on his phone.

> “Ayaka-san mentioned that since his age range is young, he’ll need diapers,” he said thoughtfully.

They headed to the baby care section. The shelves were lined with brands, but Katsuki carefully inspected the labels and materials, selecting two packs of breathable, cotton diapers designed to prevent rashes.
They also added a changing mat—a portable, comfortable pad for easy diaper changes.

“A stroller is a must,” Katsuki said, his tone practical and decisive.
“For carrying him home or when we’re out.”

Scanning the models, they found a light cream-colored one with plush padding, sized perfectly for Shoto’s age.
The little snowflake motifs on the pillow inside matched the nursery’s theme.

As the cart filled, their eyes wandered to another section.
Clothes.

Tiny racks of soft onesies, rompers, cotton pants, and adorable beanies…

Izuku’s eyes sparkled as he picked up a few onesies. They had little snow leopard prints.
“You know how much he loves snow leopards…” he said, his voice trembling with excitement.
“Look, Kacchan! He’d look so cute in this!”

Katsuki, hands in his pockets, watched his husband with a smile.
“This one’s nice too,” he said, pulling out a navy-and-white romper from another rack.
“Shorts, comfy. Keeps him cool on warm nights.”

Izuku hugged the onesies to his chest, lowering his head as he imagined a scene:

> “Playing in the middle of the room, wearing these…
> Just imagine, the sound of tiny footsteps…”

Then, both their eyes caught something in the corner.
A special collection.
In the licensed merchandise section, two jumpsuits hung.

One was green, with Deku’s stylized logo, and the other was orange-black with Dynamight’s explosive patterns.

Izuku’s heart raced.

“Ka-Kacchan!” he shouted, nearly jumping in place.
“Look! Look at these!”

He rushed over and grabbed both jumpsuits, giggling as he showed them to his husband.
“Our little hero! Can you imagine? Dressed like tiny versions of us!”

Katsuki averted his eyes, but a warm smile played on his lips.
He glanced at the jumpsuits, then at Izuku.

> “Our little explosion… He’ll be a hero walking beside us,” he murmured.

They added the jumpsuits to the cart.
And as everything slowly came together, warmth blossomed in their hearts.
There were words yet unspoken, sentences not yet formed.
But one truth was clear:

They were now a family of three.

After leaving the clothing section, the shopping cart was nearly full.
But Izuku and Katsuki still felt like something was missing.

And that missing piece turned into indescribable excitement the moment they stepped into the toy section.

“Ah… look at this, Kacchan!” Izuku called out, eyes shining like a child’s.

A giant stuffed snow leopard, almost as tall as Katsuki.
Its soft white fur and delicately embroidered eyes looked so realistic…
Izuku immediately went over, wrapping his arms around it, struggling to hold it up as he grinned.
“It’ll sit in the corner of Shoto’s room… You said you wanted something to make him feel safe. This is it.”

Katsuki smirked with a quiet huff. “It’s as big as I am… But… it suits him.”

On the next shelf was a miniature version—small enough for Shoto to carry in his arms.

“Let’s get this one too. He can take it with him outside, or cuddle with it while sleeping,” Izuku said, carefully placing it in the cart.

The shelves were lined with stuffed penguins, bears, even miniature Dynamight and Deku plushies.

Katsuki picked up one—a Dynamight-themed toy with explosion effects.
“Look, they even got my eyebrows right,” he grumbled, though there was pride in his voice.

Izuku grabbed his own figurine. “The Deku version is cuter, though!”
They laughed as they showed each other, then added the tiny figures to the cart.

And of course… toy cars, airplanes, superhero playsets.

They stopped at every shelf, exchanging ideas:

“If he sees this… his eyes will go huge!”
“Is this too many toys?”
“No, this is for him… he deserves everything.”

Finally, their shopping cart was packed to the brim, their eyes meeting with sweet exhaustion.

As they walked toward checkout, Izuku suddenly froze.

His eyes widened.

> “Kacchan… we forgot the most important thing…”

Katsuki frowned. “What did we forget?”

Izuku blurted it out:
“Pacifiers! And… bottles!”

They both paused, staring at each other.
Then, at the same time:

> “His little strawberry-scented mouth…”
> “Those tiny lips…”
> “...sucking on his pacifier will be so cute!”

They laughed.

Katsuki said, “Run,” dropping the cart at the checkout.
“You check the right, I’ll check the left. Split the shelves!”

And so, they excitedly dashed off to complete the final—and most crucial—part of their shopping.
Pacifiers and bottles were carefully selected from the pastel-colored shelves.
When Izuku picked up a pacifier with a strawberry-shaped tip, his smile widened.

> “This… is just like him,” he whispered. “Perfect for Shoto.”

Katsuki had already grabbed wide-necked, glass bottles and placed them in the cart.
They were heat-resistant, with easy-grip handles for tiny hands.

Now, everything was ready.

They slowly walked to the checkout.
The staff exchanged glances when they saw them, giving small nods of recognition.
They were used to being recognized—but they assumed this shopping trip would stay private, just for them and their family.

They were wrong.

By the time they reached the register, the cart looked enormous.
Inside:

- Baby-blue snowflake-patterned wallpaper rolls
- A white, plush-decorated crib
- Miniature snow leopard and penguin plushies
- Tiny Deku and Dynamight toys
- Onesies, rompers, jumpsuits
- Cotton blankets and pillows
- A stroller
- A wardrobe
- A changing pad
- Strawberry-scented pacifiers
- Bottles
- Baby shampoo
- And two large packs of rash-preventing diapers

As the payment went through, Izuku and Katsuki locked eyes.

> “Our home will be full… but so will our hearts,” Izuku said, his voice soft and trembling.

Katsuki only nodded. His eyes were damp, but there was a tired smile on his lips.
Even the *beep* of the credit card sounded like a chime of happiness in their hearts.

They scheduled the delivery of the crib, stroller, and changing unit for that evening.

> “Be home by six,” the clerk said. “Your items will arrive at your doorstep.”

The rest of the items were packed into transparent bags, ready to be carried.

Each of them held at least two bags as they headed for the exit.
Izuku glanced at his husband from under his hat—Katsuki was still biting his lip, already mentally setting up the baby’s room.

Meanwhile… outside, a pair of lenses clicked.
A reporter, hidden at the entrance, had focused his long zoom lens on the mall’s glass.
And in that moment, he captured a clear, flashless photo:

> Dynamight and Deku exiting with bags from an Ageplay store.

Before they had even finished loading their car, headlines began popping up on social media, then national news:

> 🌟 “Wonder Duo Adopting a Little?”
> 📷 “Dynamight and Deku Spotted Shopping at Ageplay Store.”
> 🍼 “The Nation’s Strongest Heroes Starting a Family?”
> 🔥 “Cribs, Strollers, Plushies… Wonder Duo’s New Hero Journey: Parenthood?”

As Izuku placed the last bag in the trunk, he sighed with a smile.

> “I guess… we got a little too excited.”

Katsuki walked over, rolling down the window as he settled into the driver’s seat, pushing his sunglasses up with his nose.

> “Has it spread?”

Izuku checked his phone.

> “We’re news.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but smiled.

> “Let them spread it. There’s nothing left to hide anyway. He’s going to be our baby.”

Izuku couldn’t suppress the whisper in his heart.

> “And finally… our family will be complete.”

The engine started.

Their route wasn’t just leading home—it was leading to a new life.

When the phone screen lit up with another call, Katsuki frowned as if he’d seen something unpleasant. The caller ID read:

**“Old Hag.”**

Izuku, lounging in the passenger seat, still looked a little tired. He smiled. “Answer it. She’s definitely about to explode.”

Katsuki grumbled but accepted the call. The moment the video connected, Mitsuki Bakugou’s voice erupted like a volcano:

> “KATSUKI BAKUGOU! WHAT IS THIS? I SAW YOU ON THE NATIONAL NEWS! AM I GETTING A GRANDCHILD, YOU BRAT? I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW!”

Then her voice softened slightly when she spotted the green eyes on screen:

> “Ah, hello, Izuku sweetie, how are you? Is this oaf dragging you around again?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Old Hag, why are you even watching the news? Retire and go garden or something.”

> “Dealing with you is gardening enough,” Mitsuki sniffed. “But seriously, is this true? Are you really getting a baby?”

Izuku smiled and stepped in. “Yeah, well… Yes, we’re thinking about it. We even met one already. Today… we went shopping for him.”

Mitsuki’s eyebrows shot up, then her eyes seemed to glisten. But she played it cool. “If that brat finally opened his heart enough, then that baby is lucky,” she said quietly.

Katsuki looked momentarily stunned by his mother’s sudden softness but quickly composed himself. “I didn’t raise myself, you know. I must’ve learned something from someone.”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes, but her voice cracked.

> “Katsuki… Izuku… I hope you raise him with love. I can’t think of anyone better suited than you two.”

A brief silence followed.

> “And I’m not calling him my grandchild until I see him. So expect a video call when he’s home. I want to watch my idiot son try to be a dad.”

Katsuki turned his head away, but the tips of his ears were red. Izuku barely held back a laugh.

> “We promise, Mitsuki-san,” he said with a sweet smile.

As the call ended, Mitsuki shouted one last time:

> “AND KATSUKI! IF YOU MAKE HIM CRY, I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!”

Mitsuki’s yells and dramatic farewells echoed in the room before the call finally ended.

Katsuki dropped his phone on the seat with a deep sigh. “I swear… that woman is going to give me a heart attack one day,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

Izuku bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “But she loves you,” he said gently.

Just then, the phone buzzed again. This time, the name on the screen was simpler:

**Masaru Dad.**

Katsuki glanced at the screen. His expression was complicated—not quite soft, not quite angry, but something fragile beneath the surface. He answered.

When the video connected, Masaru Bakugou appeared on screen with a shy, gentle smile. His tired but kind eyes looked at his son and Izuku through his glasses.

> “Ah… hello, kids,” he said calmly. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nah, you’re not disturbing anything,” Katsuki replied, his voice softer this time.

Izuku smiled. “Hello, Masaru-san.”

Masaru adjusted his glasses. “We saw the news. Mitsuki… couldn’t help yelling at you, but I just… wanted to say something.” He cleared his throat.

> “I’m proud of you, Katsuki. Truly… so proud.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly. His throat felt dry, but he didn’t speak. Izuku took his hand. That touch seemed to steady him.

Masaru continued, his voice shaky but firm:

> “A child… especially a wounded one, heals with love. And the love between you two has grown so much over the years… I think that child—Shoto, was it?—will feel very lucky. He’ll have a home. A family.”

Katsuki turned his head away, sniffling slightly, but his eyes were damp.

Izuku swallowed. “Thank you, Masaru-san. That means a lot to us…”

Masaru hesitated, then smiled. “I’d like to meet him someday. If you’ll allow me… I’d like to knit something small for my grandchild.”

“Knit?” Katsuki asked, surprised.

Masaru scratched his head sheepishly. “Well, winter’s coming. A little vest or blanket… maybe even with strawberry patterns.”

Izuku grinned. “That would be perfect.”

Masaru nodded. “Alright, I won’t keep you. Rest up, kids. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

> “And Katsuki…”
> “You’re going to be a good father. I truly believe that.”

As the call ended, the room fell silent again.

Katsuki was still staring at the screen. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Then, suddenly, he turned to Izuku and muttered:

> “That’s… the first time he’s ever said something like that.”

Izuku smiled. “Because it’s the first time you’ve opened your heart like this.”

Katsuki nodded silently. Then he brought his hand to Izuku’s neck, pressing a kiss to his forehead. As they prepared for the first morning of their new life, this quiet, loving moment spread through the house like peace itself.

Katsuki got up from the couch and looked out the window—the sun was beginning to set, painting the city in golden light. The silence didn’t last long. The phone started ringing again.

*Beep. Beep. Beep.*

Katsuki’s eyebrows twitched. “Again?! Can this damn thing shut up for one day?!”

Izuku, still sitting on the couch, was processing Masaru’s words. When he saw the phone vibrating, he raised an eyebrow. The screen displayed a bold notification:

**“Class 1-A Group Video Call”**

Katsuki groaned. “Now these guys too? We’re doomed…”

Izuku chuckled. “It’d be rude not to answer.” He accepted the call.

The screen instantly filled with dozens of excited faces. Jirou, Uraraka, Kirishima, Momo, Sero, Mina, Shinso, and even Monoma next to him—all talking at once:

> “AHHH! A BABY?!” “AM I GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!” “CAN HE CALL ME AUNTIE?!” “IF THE BABY HAS GREEN HAIR, I’M DRESSING HIM!” “BAKUBABE! WHICH ONE OF YOU IS PUTTING HIM TO SLEEP?!” “HE’S GONNA BE SO CUTE, I WANNA MEET HIM NOW!”

Katsuki’s eyes widened. He pressed a hand to his forehead, a vein throbbing. Then he exploded:

> “SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU DAMN EXTRAS!” “ONE AT A TIME, DAMN IT! HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS?! WE HAVEN’T EVEN BROUGHT HIM HOME YET, LET US BREATHE!”

Instantly, everyone on screen went silent. Jirou nearly flung off her headphones. Uraraka covered her face, while Sero and Mina struggled to hold back laughter.

Izuku quickly intervened to diffuse Katsuki’s outburst:

> “Okay, okay… everyone, take turns, please. Yes, yes… we’re adopting a Little. But we haven’t brought him home yet, we’re still preparing.”

Kirishima jumped in excitedly: “What’s he like? Super tiny? What’s his name?!”

Izuku and Katsuki exchanged glances. Their smiles were tired, but there was an indescribable warmth in their eyes.

“His name is Shoto,” Izuku said softly.

“Shoto?!” Mina shrieked.

Momo leaned closer to the screen, her eyes glistening. “I’m so curious about him… when can we meet him?”

Izuku smiled. “Let him settle in first, get comfortable… then we’ll introduce him to everyone.”

The rest of the class accepted this answer with excitement. Laughter, jokes, and plans to send little gifts started flying.

Katsuki’s headache was returning.

> “We’ll make a damn schedule so you can see him one by one, or else this kid’s gonna run away in the first week,” he grumbled.

Izuku laughed. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry.”

As the call ended, the house was still filled with the echoes of friendship and love.

Katsuki spread his arms, taking a deep breath before turning to Izuku:

> “Are we really raising a baby with this many people around?”

Izuku winked. “Our family’s big… but that warmth is exactly what Shoto needs.”

Chapter Text

The living room was packed with packages. Bags, boxes, and plastic bags were piled up right by the door... All of them were preparing for the arrival of a little heart.

For the first time, Katsuki willingly got up from the couch—he had a plan. "Let’s start with the wallpaper," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Blues... snowflakes... perfect for them."

Izuku nodded. "Like the sky... calm but full of life."
He opened the box and carefully took out the wallpaper. As his fingertips brushed over the patterns, he imagined the sound of tiny footsteps echoing through the room.

Putting up the wallpaper wasn’t easy, but every minute spent laughing seemed to breathe more life into the room. Katsuki climbed up to measure while Izuku aligned the patterns with scissors. Occasionally, they splattered glue on each other, and when they leaned against the wall, their noses bumped. Their laughter... felt like the first sign that they would one day become a real family.

When they took the crib out of its box, Katsuki paused for a moment.

> "This crib..." he said, running his fingers along the metal frame.
"It’ll be where they sleep peacefully."

He checked the hanging rattles. Tiny penguins and snowflakes swayed silently.

Izuku lined the crib with soft sheets. Then, new scents filled the room—light, innocent fragrances like lavender, baby powder, and strawberry-scented soap. A drop of sweat rolled down Katsuki’s forehead, but his face was filled with satisfaction. Because everything was exactly as it should be.

They set up the changing table in the corner of the room. The shelves were stocked with wipes, cream, and two large packs of special rash-free diapers. A small nightlight was placed beside it—a silver crescent moon emitting a warm yellow glow...

Then came the stroller. It was securely assembled with colorful safety buckles. As Izuku adjusted the small blanket over it, he stopped for a moment, clasping his hands over his chest.

> "I want to wrap them up in this blanket right now," he murmured. "It turned out so perfect..."

Meanwhile, Katsuki was arranging plush snow leopards on the other side. One was enormous—almost as big as Katsuki himself. It now sat in the corner of Shoto’s room. Next to it, he placed a smaller version, two penguins, a teddy bear, and even mini Deku and Dynamight figurines. Colorful, soft to the touch...

As Izuku straightened the hero figures, he opened a playset. Cars, small airplanes, a racetrack...

> "They might not be able to play with it yet, but... they’ll love it when they grow up."

Finally, they pulled out the pacifiers and bottles they had forgotten at the bottom of a box. They lined them up carefully on one of the shelves. Each one was in pastel colors, some with strawberry-flavored tips... Katsuki opened one of the packages, holding up a pacifier to examine it.

> "Which one do you think will be their favorite?"
"I bet the strawberry one," Izuku said with a smile. "Just like their scent."

For a while, the two of them stood silently in the room.
The new walls, the soft carpet, the toy-filled basket... and the crib in the center. It almost felt like someone was already sleeping there.

Katsuki leaned his shoulder against Izuku’s.

> "You know, Deku... This room isn’t just for Shoto. I think it’s also a place that’s opened up in our hearts."

Izuku nodded. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

> "Tomorrow, we’ll bring them into this room..."

And in that moment, the missing piece they had felt inside was finally filled by the silence of the room.
As the sunset slowly painted the walls, there was still a sweet bustle in Shoto’s nursery.

Izuku walked to the closet with hangers in his hands. Each one held carefully selected baby clothes, made of the softest cotton...
First, he hung up the onesies. One had a rainbow pattern, another had tiny penguin prints...
Then came the little shorts sets, rompers, and pants outfits. As he folded the Dynamight and Deku-themed baby jumpsuits, an involuntary smile spread across his face.

> "I can already imagine how adorable they’ll look in this..." he murmured.

Katsuki was organizing tiny socks, bibs, and mittens in the drawers. The little things were small, but each one felt like a piece of their new life now. In the last drawer, Izuku placed a tiny white vest they had bought for a special occasion.

> "This... maybe for their first birthday," he whispered.

After the closet was set up, Katsuki suddenly turned around.

> "Wait. Something’s missing."

He left the room. Izuku watched, puzzled, until Katsuki returned carrying a chair.
A dark walnut rocking chair with a curved back.

> "I used this in our room. But... it belongs here now."
"Yeah," Izuku said, swallowing hard. "Because someone will be sleeping in our arms here."

The chair was placed by the window. As night fell outside, peace settled inside.

Izuku shifted the large plushies aside and unrolled the rug.
A snowflake-patterned rug, soft baby blue with white glitter accents... The moment it was laid out, the room felt different.
It wasn’t just a crib, toys, or furniture anymore—there was life in it now.

Katsuki held up a glass bottle.

> "I’ve been saving this for us," he said.
"Wine?"
"Yeah. For new beginnings."

They didn’t pour glasses. Instead, they shared the bottle straight from the lip; Izuku’s head rested on Katsuki’s shoulder, Katsuki’s arm wrapped around his waist.

They sat together in the middle of the room.
Admiring the home they had built.

The crib... the plushies on the shelves... the rocking chair... the strawberry pacifiers... the tiny clothes in the closet...

And tomorrow morning, a miracle would wake up in the center of this room.

> "We’re not incomplete anymore..." Izuku said, his eyes glistening with tears.
Katsuki pressed a small kiss to his forehead.
"No... you’re not incomplete. We never were. But now, we’re whole."

That night, the silence in front of the crib was accompanied only by the sound of their hearts beating together.

---

As night quietly draped over the city, the scent of the newly furnished nursery still lingered in the house.
Fresh wood, detergent-washed cotton, the lavender soap on tiny socks...
And something else—a dream woven into every corner: Shoto.

Katsuki tossed his shirt onto the side of the bed.
Izuku brushed his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror. The tired lines under his eyes carried a new meaning today—because for the first time, they held the pride of a father.

When they got into bed, they turned toward each other.
For a while, they didn’t speak. The image of the newly assembled crib and the thought of Shoto filled the room.

> "Tomorrow, they’ll be in my arms, you know?" Katsuki said.
"And resting against my chest..." Izuku whispered.
"With a strawberry-patterned pacifier in their mouth..."
"Their skin so soft... their hair tucked behind their ears... maybe mumbling 'Hero Too' in their sleep..."

They moved closer. Held each other quietly, deeply.
Izuku buried his face in Katsuki’s neck; Katsuki stroked his hair.
And in that moment, they both thought the same thing:
This house would never be silent again.

That same night, somewhere else...

Shoto shifted restlessly in their crib.
Their pacifier was in their mouth, but their sleep wasn’t deep.
Swaddled in pajamas slightly too big for their small frame, they pulled the blanket up to their nose.

The hours that had passed since the door closed... had left them hollow.
But in that emptiness, the two warm voices they had just met echoed.

> "Sweetheart..."
"We’ll come back for you."
"You’re not alone anymore."

Their tiny hand pressed against their stomach. They sighed.
A single tear rolled down their cheek—silent, but hopeful.

And then the dreams returned.
The image of being cradled in Izuku’s arms, eyes closed with a pacifier in their mouth...
The memory of Katsuki holding them close, whispering in their ear, "You’ll never be alone again."
They smiled.

That night, Shoto slept peacefully too.

For the first time.
After so long.
They knew they would come back.
Because for the first time, someone had promised not to leave.

---

The next morning, Katsuki was the first to wake before the sun had fully risen.
When he sat up in bed, Izuku was still deep in sleep—but there was a peaceful, almost childlike smile on his face.
Katsuki knew what that smile meant.
Today... they were coming home. As a family of three.

With a sigh, he carefully pulled the blanket off and headed to the kitchen.
As he waited for the water to boil, his gaze drifted to the nursery visible through the open door.
The snowflake-patterned walls... the white crib... the snowflake rug...

> "What’s missing?" he murmured to himself.
"Just you, Shoto... just you."

Just then, a sound from the bed made him turn.
Izuku was awake, rubbing his eyes—but his expression was... strange.

> "Kacchan... I don’t know if this is normal, but..."
Izuku pressed his hands to his chest.
"It hurts... and... I think the serum is starting to work."
His face flushed red as he looked down.

Katsuki leaned against the kitchen doorway, raising an eyebrow with a familiar smirk.

> "Swollen?"
"Way too much!" Izuku whined in embarrassment.
"It’s really sensitive... even moving hurts..."

Katsuki didn’t laugh, but warmth flickered in his eyes.
He walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing a hand on Izuku’s shoulder.

> "You said we’d be ready if the baby needed it, right?"
Izuku nodded.
Katsuki leaned in, pressing a small kiss to his forehead.
"Then be proud. Your body’s preparing for them."
"You’re feeling the most sacred pain in the world right now."

Izuku pouted slightly, but then smiled despite himself.

> "Kacchan... I really... want to bond with them."
"They’re going to be a part of us."

A quiet moment passed between them.
Sweet, meaningful, fragile—hanging in the air like an unspoken vow.
Katsuki smoothed Izuku’s hair, fingertips brushing gently over his forehead.

> "Then let’s go," he said. "After breakfast, we’re leaving."
"To get our baby."

Izuku sat up, trying to ignore the ache in his chest.
His face held both embarrassment and deep happiness.

The heroes were ready.
Their home, their arms—nothing was missing anymore. Only one step remained.

---

When they arrived in front of the Ageplay Center, the air was slowly warming, but the excitement inside Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou had already replaced the sun.
Today... today, they would take them home.
A third heart would soon beat in their house, in their bed, in their lives.

The greetings inside were brief.
Their eyes didn’t linger on the toys in the display or the drawings on the walls.
With a silent glance at each other, they already knew where to go.

To Shoto’s room.

They quickened their steps.
When they reached the door at the end of the hallway, Izuku’s fingers curled around the handle, pressing it gently.
The door creaked open—

And there they were.

Shoto, in the morning light filtering through the room, was half-sitting in their fluffy blanket.
Rubbing their eyes with tiny hands, but the moment the two men stepped inside—
their eyes widened.

Tears spilled over.
But this time, it wasn’t from fear or loneliness.
This... was hope.
This was seeing the thing they had believed in become real.
"They really came..."

Their little arms stretched out toward them.
As if saying,
"Take me."
"I don’t want to be alone anymore... You promised!"

Katsuki didn’t hesitate for a second.
He strode forward, reaching the crib in quick steps,
and carefully lifted them like a feather.

> "We’re here," he whispered.
"We kept our promise, baby..."

Shoto trembled slightly in his arms, still crying.
But this time, their tears were filled with joy.
They buried their face in Katsuki’s shirt,
melting into his strong embrace.

Katsuki breathed in the baby’s scent.
That sweet strawberry fragrance...
stung his nose.
He pressed a few kisses to their hair.

Izuku approached slowly from the other side of the crib.
Gently stroking the baby’s soft hair,
fixing the tiny curls with his fingers.

> "Shoto..." he murmured.
"We’ll never let you go again."
"We’re your family now. And you’re our baby..."

Shoto began sucking on their pacifier.
They looked back and forth between the two of them.
Those little eyes held so much...
Trust.
Peace.
And finally...
the discovery of a place to belong.

Katsuki smirked at Izuku when their eyes met.

> "Time to take them home," he said.
"We’ve gathered everything that’s ours."

Izuku nodded.
Shoto, in their arms...
was softer than a dream,
but more real than life itself now.

---

When the door of the Ageplay Center opened slightly, the nurses and Ayaka-san had already prepared everything.
Documents neatly placed in an elegant white envelope, a small health file, and Shoto’s favorite blanket were set aside.

The tiny body in Katsuki’s arms yawned sleepily, rubbing their eyes.
Izuku helped slip on the soft onesie from the bag.
Feather-light arms stretched out, tiny fingers brushing against their necks.

The stroller was already set up by the entrance.
Katsuki hesitated for a moment.
They looked so peaceful in his arms...
but he’d need his hands soon.
With a sigh, he bent down, placing Shoto into the stroller—though the baby’s tiny hands clung to his shirt, reluctant to let go.

> "Hey... baby," Katsuki said softly.
"You’ve gotta let go of me for just a few seconds. Then you’ll be in my arms again, okay?"

Shoto sucked on their pacifier, eyes shimmering slightly.
They seemed to understand.
To accept.

Izuku knelt beside the stroller, stroking their hair.

> "We’re going home now... our home. We’re together forever."

As they slowly pushed the stroller forward, the trio headed toward the door.
Ayaka walked beside them, handing over Shoto’s documents.
One last glance,
one last thank you...
and they stepped outside.

---

Outside was a bit crowded.
Unaware of the paparazzi—or more accurately, not caring—Katsuki focused on securing the stroller into the car.
His eyes flickered to Izuku, who was double-checking the safety of the baby seat in the back.

They carefully strapped Shoto into the seat, warm and secure.
Their blanket was tucked up to their knees, a plush snow leopard placed in their lap.

> "Your first journey, little prince," Izuku said, eyes watering.
"Ready?"

When Katsuki got behind the wheel, he glanced at Shoto in the rearview mirror.
They hadn’t slept much.
But their eyes held a quiet peace, as if...
the men from their dreams had really come to take them home.

Katsuki started the engine.
Izuku placed a hand on his knee.
Together, they looked ahead.

> "We’re going home," Katsuki whispered.
"With our family..."

---

When the front door opened, the first thing to see the inside was a pair of small eyes.
Their tiny body was cradled in Katsuki’s arms, their gaze filled with endless curiosity.
They had been lifted from the stroller...
and now, with their little hands dangling under Katsuki’s arms, gripping his shirt tightly, their head rested against his neck.
But their eyes...
their eyes took in every corner of the room.

Shoto looked up at the high ceiling, the soft colors, the sunlight streaming through the large windows.
They sucked on their pacifier rapidly.
As if the rhythm of their lips matched their heartbeat.
Their feet wiggled slightly with excitement, tiny toes testing the world.

Izuku smiled as he watched them.
One of his hands was still held by those little fingers.
With the other, he touched Katsuki’s back lightly.

> "They’ve never seen anything like this before," he murmured.

Katsuki pressed a kiss to the baby’s hair.

> "You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart," he said.
"Ready for your surprise?"

The small body seemed to perk up at the word, as if understanding.
Their pacifier moved even faster.
And yes... their feet were kicking even more eagerly now.

Katsuki and Izuku carried them down the hall, toward the special room at the end.
When they reached the door, Izuku knelt down.
Meeting the baby at eye level.

> "Sweetheart... this is your place now," he said softly.
"The home where you belong."

Together, they opened the door.

And inside...
was a dream come true.

The walls were adorned with icy blue snowflakes.
A soft, snowflake-patterned rug covered the floor.
A pristine white crib stood in the center, with spinning penguin rattles above it.
A rocking chair waited with a blanket draped over it.
Plush snow leopards decorated one corner.
A white wardrobe.
A tiny bookshelf and hero figurines lined the shelves...
All of it—for Shoto. A world where they could grow up safe and loved.

Shoto blinked at first.
Then... a tiny whimper escaped them.
Their pacifier moved faster, their eyes shining.

Katsuki turned them gently in his arms, letting them see the whole room.

> "This is our surprise, sweetheart," he said.
"This room... is yours."

Shoto’s small hand still clutched Katsuki’s shirt.
But the other reached out, fingers twitching in the air.
Tiny digits pointed toward the plush snow leopard, then the crib, then the snowflakes on the wall.

Izuku leaned in, kissing their cheek.

> "You’re home now... and you’ll never be alone again."

When the baby’s eyes swept over the room again, they trembled.
The baby-blue walls, decorated with snowflakes...
Like a fairy tale they had never dared to imagine but had always longed for.
The crib was pure white...
with spinning penguin rattles above it.
The rug was soft, covered in snowflake patterns.
In the corner, a giant plush snow leopard stood...
almost as big as Katsuki.

Shoto’s eyes stayed fixed on the sight for a few seconds.
Then...
a small shiver ran through them.
Katsuki pulled them a little closer,
but Shoto’s pacifier suddenly stopped moving.
Their eyes welled up.
And then—they couldn’t hold back.

The first tear rolled down their cheek.
With a quiet gasp...
they let out a tiny sob.

Izuku startled.
The baby’s crying made him move instantly.

> "Shoto... sweetheart?" he whispered,
and Katsuki immediately passed them into Izuku’s arms.

Izuku cradled them gently.
Shoto buried their face in Izuku’s chest, trembling even more.
But this wasn’t from fear...
it was from overwhelming emotion.

Because this was a first.
The first time... they had a room of their own.
The first time... something was called "yours."
The first time... something in their life had been this beautiful, this big, this warm.

Izuku stroked their hair,

> "Sweetheart... don’t you like it?"
he murmured.

Shoto lifted their head.
Tears still streaked their cheeks, but there was no fear in their eyes.
Only... love.

Katsuki leaned closer.
With one hand, he wiped the baby’s chubby cheek,
with the other, he touched Izuku’s back.

> "They’re crying because it’s the first time something’s been theirs," he said quietly.
"This room is theirs. This life is theirs."

Izuku’s eyes filled with tears too.
He held the baby a little tighter.

Shoto, still sucking slowly on their pacifier,
looked over Izuku’s shoulder at the crib, the bed, the plushies.
They nuzzled into Izuku’s neck.
And another tear—this one peaceful—rolled down.

Katsuki pressed his lips to the baby’s hair.

> "You’re here now, okay? This is your home."

Izuku smiled.

> "And we’re your family."

Chapter Text

The room was slowly filling with Shoto’s scent.
Katsuki nudged the door shut with his shoulder, the tiny body still cradled in his arms.
Izuku was right behind them—a freshly bought strawberry-patterned blanket in his arms, his eyes shimmering with something almost like misty adoration…

Shoto’s wide eyes were open, impossibly large.
He hadn’t yet been put down.
But his little arms lifted slightly, trembling in the air.
At the penguin rattles, at the giant snow leopard plush in the corner, at the crib adorned with soft baby-blue lights, at the warmth of the room…
He took it all in at once.

But at the same time, he hesitated.
All this beauty… all this peace…
It shouldn’t be his, right?
For a small body that had always been abandoned, always condemned to silence…
Wasn’t this kind of kindness too much?

Izuku touched his cheek.
His tiny chin was still trembling faintly.

> *"Do you want to explore your room a little, baby?"*

Katsuki chuckled,
Shoto’s tiny fist still clutching his shirt from where it had been draped over his shoulder.

> *"You’re the king of this room now. C’mon, let’s go on a royal tour."*

First stop: the crib.
Shoto wasn’t placed inside, but he was brought close.
His eyes sparkled.
As the mobile above spun slowly, he reached out with his little hands.
When the soft foot of a plush penguin brushed against his palm, he smiled.

Second stop: the plushies.
Izuku spread the blanket out on the carpet.
Katsuki bent down and gently laid Shoto on top of it.
The tiny body tensed at first—
but immediately relaxed when Izuku knelt beside him, stretching out next to him.
Katsuki sat down too, leaning against the wall, and pulled the large snow leopard plush close.

Shoto’s eyes widened.
He reached out toward the leopard’s impossibly soft fur.
Then he turned his head—there was a tiny penguin plush right beside him.
He wrapped his arms around it.
Hugging a toy for the first time…
It warmed him so much that…
his eyes welled up before he could stop them.

Izuku noticed.
He combed his fingers through Shoto’s hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

> *"There, my sweet little one… you’re part of our family now. Everything here is for you."*

Katsuki leaned in too.

> *"And there’s more… because a little gentleman still needs his bath."*

Shoto lifted his head, looking slightly confused.
But being scooped back into Katsuki’s arms made him feel safe again.
His tiny grip on Katsuki’s shirt tightened even more.
He nestled his head against Katsuki’s neck.

Izuku smiled as he stood.

> *"Should I get things ready?"*

> *"You set up the tub, I’ll bring the little snow leopard,"* Katsuki replied.

And so, as the bathroom door creaked open,
the small plastic baby tub in the corner of the kitchen
began filling with warm water.
Strawberry-scented, tear-free baby shampoo was poured in.
A white towel, duck-patterned soap, and cotton-soft washcloths were laid out.

Izuku turned back, eyes shining.

> *"We’re ready!"* he announced.

Katsuki looked down at the tiny body in his arms.

> *"Well then, little snow leopard… ready for your first bath?"*

Shoto’s pacifier bobbed slightly in his mouth.
Cocooned in the warmth of these men who called him *theirs*, he clung to them, utterly at peace.

---

The bathroom was steamy.
Warm water nearly filled the small tub, a tiny plastic duck bobbing on the gentle ripples.

As Katsuki stepped inside, he inhaled Shoto’s scent—still nestled safely in his arms.
The baby’s sweet, milky skin mixed with the steam, filling his lungs.

> *"Ready, little snow leopard?"* he murmured.

Izuku leaned in eagerly.

> *"Should I undress him? We don’t want him to get cold."*

Katsuki laid Shoto gently on the changing mat.
Tiny hands still clung to the hem of his shirt, reluctant to let go.
Izuku’s fingers worked carefully at the buttons, and though the small body shivered, he didn’t cry.
His diaper was still snug around his little hips, his ankles adorably chubby.

Izuku thought to himself,

> *"How can anyone be this precious?"*

Katsuki snorted.

> *"Look at those cheeks—like cotton. I’m definitely gonna nom them after this."*

Shoto’s pacifier bobbed unevenly for a second.
As if embarrassed, warmth bloomed across his face.

When they neared the tub, Shoto flinched slightly.
His tiny toes touched the water, then recoiled.
But Katsuki bent down and whispered in his ear:

> *"Easy, baby… we’re right here. We’re just gonna play."*

Izuku smiled too, already draping a large towel over his shoulder.

> *"Look who’s here!"*
He placed a colorful starfish toy on the edge of the tub.
Then added a plastic penguin, a little polar bear, and a spinning snowflake wheel.

Shoto’s eyes lit up.
He raised his hands, tiny fingers splashing the water—and his smile widened.

Izuku couldn’t hold back a laugh.

> *"His first water battle with those little hands!"*

Katsuki scooped a handful of water and let it drip onto Shoto’s tummy.
The baby blinked in surprise, then let out a soft *"hiii"* sound.
Sucking on his pacifier, he wriggled, touched the water, then seemed to kiss it.

> *"What even is this…"* Katsuki muttered, squinting.
> *"Not just cute. Literally… perfect."*
His voice cracked.
After all the explosions, all the battles…
And now this tiny body, playing in the water.
Even if he rewrote his entire life, it wouldn’t feel this *right.*

Izuku carefully wet Shoto’s hair, marveling at the delicate two-toned strands.

> *"Snow white… and fire red…"*
> *"Just like our hearts, right, Kacchan?"*

Katsuki cleared his throat.
> *"Damn right."*

Shoto suddenly let out a squeal—not a cry, but pure delight.
He smacked his penguin toy into the water.
Droplets splashed onto Katsuki’s cheek, onto Izuku’s hair.

> *"Little troublemaker,"* Katsuki murmured,
showing Shoto more toys:
A spinning ball, a rattle shaped like an icicle,
even a tiny Dynamight figurine he’d made into a water toy!

Shoto made a soft noise at the sight of the figurine.
He grabbed it, turning it in the water.
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed.

> *"Guess my fanbase starts at birth."*

Izuku laughed.

> *"Or maybe he just thinks you’re his hero."*

As the little one kept playing, exhaustion slowly crept into his expression.
His tiny head began to droop toward the edge of the tub.

Katsuki and Izuku exchanged a glance.

> *"Perfect timing."*

Izuku unfolded the towel.
Katsuki lifted the small body gently, breathing in that sweet baby scent one more time.

> *"Cleanest snow leopard in the world,"* he whispered.

Shoto nuzzled into the towel’s softness, resting his head against Katsuki’s chest.
His pacifier bobbed gently.

Izuku dried his hair, smiling.

> *"Ready? We’ll get you cozy and tuck you in for a big nap."*

The only response was a tiny sigh and a contented murmur.

---

Wrapped in the towel, the baby still radiated warmth.
The steam on his skin carried that familiar milky strawberry scent, filling the room.
Katsuki carefully unfolded the towel.
Izuku watched from his perch on the chair, his growing smile a reflection of the love swelling in his chest.

> *"C’mere, little snowflake,"* Katsuki said, reaching for a fresh diaper.
> *"Once we’ve got you bundled up… you won’t feel cold again."*

Shoto wiggled his legs, tiny kicks making Katsuki grin.

> *"Stop squirming, snow leopard… if the diaper’s crooked, you’ll get a rash."*

Izuku giggled.

> *"Sounds like you’re speaking from experience, Kacchan."*

Katsuki shot him a look.

> *"Who aced the first-aid training? Me. I know diapers are the enemy."*

Still laughing, Izuku stroked Shoto’s tummy and kissed his nose.
Katsuki fastened the diaper with care, then started dressing him in a soft onesie.

Baby blue, with snowflake patterns…
It suited Shoto’s two-toned hair and pink cheeks so perfectly that Izuku nearly forgot to breathe as he watched.

> *"Kacchan…"* he whispered.

Katsuki looked up.
Izuku held his phone, camera aimed at them.
With a mock sigh (but eyes full of affection), Katsuki muttered,

> *"Don’t sell me to the paparazzi."*

Izuku swiped the screen, murmuring,

> *"Just for you, me… and this little miracle."*

Katsuki zipped up Shoto’s onesie, then booped his nose.

> *"Done. Fully dressed."*

Just then, Shoto let out a soft sound.
Though sleep weighed on his eyelids, he was growing restless.
Izuku studied him.

> *"I think… he might be hungry."*

Shoto’s pacifier stilled.
His eyes were drowsy, but at those words, he turned hesitantly toward Izuku.

Katsuki whispered,

> *"Try it… it’s time."*

Izuku nodded.
He stood, lifting Shoto into his arms.
The moment the baby felt that familiar warmth, he nestled his head against Izuku’s chest.

Settling into the rocking chair,
the only sound in the peaceful room was the rhythm of their heartbeats.
The light was soft.
The air was thick with the scent of baby and the intoxicating safety of the dimness.

As Izuku unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes grew wet.
For the first time… for the first time, he held a baby in his arms.
And that baby was *his*.
Gently, he guided Shoto’s head, supporting him.

> *"Here we go… drink up, baby…"* he murmured.

At first, Shoto wasn’t sure what to do.
For a few seconds, he nuzzled shyly against Izuku’s chest.
But then…
instinct took over.

The moment he latched on, his entire body relaxed with the first suckle.
A tear slipped down Izuku’s cheek.

Katsuki watched from behind.
Time seemed to freeze.
He lifted his phone, capturing a few photos.
In that moment, his husband wasn’t just Izuku—he was a *mother*.
And the tiny body in his arms was now a part of them.

Shoto’s little hands began to loosen.
He wasn’t soothed by a pacifier this time, but by Izuku’s warmth, his safety, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
His mouth still lingered, caught between sleep and wakefulness.

When Izuku glanced at Katsuki,
he saw his eyes were wet too.
There was an ache in his chest, yes, but the joy that came with it…
was beyond words.

As Shoto’s breathing slowed, deepening in sleep,
Izuku’s lips parted in a whisper:

> *"Sleep, baby… you’re home now…"*

Shoto exhaled softly, fully relaxed.
His tiny fingers released Izuku’s shirt,
his face nestled peacefully against his chest.
He had stopped nursing…
because even in his dreams, he was safe.

Katsuki approached quietly.
Kneeling in front of Izuku,
he carefully gathered the small body into his arms.

> *"Alright… I’ll put him down, Deku,"* he said softly.

Izuku nodded, eyes still fixed on their baby.
With a tiny, hiccuping breath, he could only manage:

> *"Be careful."*

Katsuki cradled that warmth with such reverence…
as if holding the very heart of life itself.
He bent over the crib,
tucking Shoto in beneath the blanket,
settling him against the plush white pillow.
The tiny body seemed even smaller, nestled in the soft padding.

Shoto’s face was serene.
His pacifier remained in his mouth, his little breaths rising and falling rhythmically.

Katsuki leaned down…
and pressed a kiss to Shoto’s hair.
Then, without turning away, he simply watched.

When Izuku joined him,
his eyes were wet too.
They looked at each other.
Silence—but it held a thousand words.
Finally, Izuku whispered, voice trembling:

> *"Kacchan… he really… really drank."*
> *"I… I fed him."*

His tone held awe, pride, and endless love.

Katsuki chuckled softly,
resting his head against Izuku’s shoulder.

> *"Of course he did… because you’re his mother."*
> *"And I’ll… protect both of you forever."*

They looked at the crib one more time.

This new life they’d woven together
was now tucked into the dreams of that tiny body.

And that night, for the first time…
they became a family of three.

Chapter Text

The dim nightlight in Shoto's room cast faint stars onto the edge of his crib.
His pacifier still rested between his tiny lips, but his sleep was no longer deep.
In his dream, he saw the same two men again…
Their familiar, comforting touches had long since merged with their scents in his memory.

In the dream, the door to his room creaked slightly open.
Katsuki was holding him in his arms while Izuku turned on the light.
He could see the plush snow leopards, the ice-blue walls,
the rocking chair, and the penguin rattle on his bed.

And those two men—like a father, like a mother—
first watched him with smiles before scooping him into their arms.

Even in the dream, Shoto’s small hands trembled as they wrapped around Izuku’s neck,
while Katsuki, as he always did, pressed a kiss into his hair.

> *"You're not alone anymore, baby,"* Izuku murmured in the dream.

His tiny heart swelled with peace…
But then, the dream began to fade.

---

At the same time…

In the kitchen, two grown men stood, tired but content.
Katsuki was by the stove, keeping an eye on the sizzling vegetable stir-fry
while listening to Izuku’s voice saying, *"You pick the dessert, Kacchan."*

Izuku had already set a few plates on the table.
His hands still carried the warmth of their baby.

> *"What do you want him to see first when he wakes up?"* he suddenly asked.

Katsuki paused briefly before narrowing his eyes slightly.

> *"Us. You. Or me. Or… both of us,"* he said.
> *"The room light… maybe the star nightlight…"*

They exchanged a glance.

Silence still lingered from the nursery.
Izuku took a deep breath, about to pour hot water into a teacup when—

—a sound suddenly filled the room.

A tiny, trembling cry.
A soft whimper,
followed by a broken sob—*"Mmh… aah…"*

Izuku immediately set the cup down on the counter.
Katsuki reached out but stopped himself.

> *"You go. I gotta watch the stove—the baby pasta’s about to boil over."*

Without hesitation, Izuku rushed out of the room.

When he reached the door,
he saw Shoto curled up in his small bed,
his eyes slightly damp.

His pacifier had fallen, and his hands clutched the blanket.
His eyes were a little teary, but he hadn’t screamed—only cried softly.

Izuku stepped inside quietly and knelt down.
He reached out his arms.

> *"Hey… baby… I’m here,"* he whispered.

Small hands immediately reached for Izuku’s shirt.
As Izuku lifted him into his arms,
Shoto buried his face against his neck.
A quiet sniffle escaped him.
His warm little body pressed close.

> *"Did you have a nightmare? It’s over now,"* Izuku murmured.
> He kissed his tiny forehead.
> Shoto had stopped crying, but he was still unsettled.
> As Izuku gently swayed him, preparing to carry him to the kitchen…

> *"Kacchan… he's awake."*
> Katsuki turned, glancing over his shoulder.
> His expression was… soft. Protective. Proud.

> *"Was he scared?"*
> *"A little. But he’ll be okay now."*
> *"Because we’re here."*

Dinner was ready on the table.
A small high chair had been carefully placed between two larger ones.
When Shoto was settled into it, he glanced around—
realizing, for the first time, that he had a place at this table.

Katsuki patiently picked up a small spoon.
Izuku gently tied a bib around Shoto’s neck.
Shoto didn’t speak, but in his small, observant gaze, there was a quiet bewilderment—an adjustment to this new normal.

> *"We’ve got carrot purée and little chicken meatballs today,"* Izuku said softly.
> *"And for dessert… banana yogurt!"*

Shoto stayed silent.
But he didn’t cry either.
He just watched them with wide eyes.
When the spoon approached, he didn’t pull away.
At the first bite, his eyes widened slightly—it tasted better than he expected.

Katsuki carefully monitored his reactions with each bite.
Izuku waited nearby with a damp cloth, ready to wipe the corners of his tiny mouth.

Shoto accepted whatever they gave him.
But his eyes kept drifting—especially toward Izuku’s chest.
A new, instinctive curiosity.
Yet… he remained quiet.

After dinner, Izuku kissed his cheek.

> *"Good job, you did amazing. You’re full now, aren’t you, baby?"*

Shoto chewed lightly on his pacifier.
He didn’t answer, but he lifted his arms toward Izuku.
Izuku picked him up and held him close.

> *"Now it’s playtime!"*

---

**Shoto’s Room**

The nursery was bathed in the soft glow of nightlights.
A snowflake-patterned playmat was spread on the floor, dotted with small pillows and plushies.
When Shoto was gently placed in the center, he first stared at the plush snow leopard.
Then the penguin…
Then he noticed his fathers kneeling beside him.

Katsuki rolled a small snow figurine toward him.
As the plush spun with a tiny chime, Shoto’s eyes sparkled.

Izuku joined in, holding a small Dynamight figure in one hand and a Deku toy in the other.

> *"Look, Shoto! This is your dad—and this is me!"* he said with a smile.

Katsuki frowned.

> *"Don’t hype up your own merch, Deku."*

But Shoto reached out with tiny hands, grabbing the Dynamight first, then the Deku.
What really caught his attention, though… was the little glowing airplane.

When Katsuki activated the remote, the plane whirred in circles above them.
Shoto’s pacifier nearly fell out of his mouth as he clapped his hands excitedly, kicking his feet.

He laughed.
For the first time…
his baby voice filled the air with laughter.

Izuku and Katsuki locked eyes.
No words were needed.
The glimmer in their gazes said it all:
*"This is it."*

Shoto, sitting on the mat, babbled little *"aa–uu"* sounds,
hugging the plush snow leopard tightly to his chest.
His eyes lingered on Izuku, studying him as he sucked on his pacifier.
When Katsuki handed him another plushie, he leaned slightly toward him.

That night…
Three hearts, once from different places, different pains,
now together in the same home,
under the same soft night sky…
had found each other.

---

Shoto clung tightly to the plush snow leopard in the center of the playmat.
When Katsuki sat cross-legged beside him, his eyes were still hesitant… but there was a new flicker inside him.
A sense of family.
A new voice, a new warmth.

Katsuki slowly reached toward Shoto’s stomach.
Izuku immediately rolled his eyes:

> *"Kacchan, no… he’s still getting used to—"*

But it was too late.

Katsuki’s fingers found the spot just below his tiny belly.
He wiggled them gently.

> *"Let’s find your tickle spot, huh, little guy…"*

Shoto squirmed at first.
Then his nose scrunched.
And suddenly—
*"Hhh-hhh!"*
He held his breath for a second.
And then—

> *"Hee—hihihi—!"*

The baby’s laughter filled the room.
His cheeks flushed pink, his eyes rolling in surprise.
But he was laughing.
Truly, freely—his first unfiltered baby giggle.

Izuku covered his face with his hands and flopped backward in joy.

> *"Kacchan… he laughed! Our baby laughed!"*

Katsuki puffed out his chest proudly.

> *"Of course he did. I’m his dad, after all."*

But Shoto wasn’t done.
As if the tickling had unlocked something else inside him,
when the laughter faded, what remained on his face…

…was a smile.

He tilted his chin up slightly.
His pacifier slipped a little to the side.
And then,
for the first time,
with eyes that truly trusted these two men…
he smiled.

With pink cheeks, a hint of drool, and pure joy.
Shy but radiant.

Izuku froze in place.
His eyes welled up, his chest tight.

Katsuki brushed a thumb against Shoto’s cheek.

> *"That’s… the most beautiful damn smile in the world."*

Shoto’s smile stayed.
He lifted his tiny arms—
toward Izuku’s chest…
and Katsuki’s shirt.

Both men leaned in,
pressing simultaneous kisses to their baby’s forehead.

In that moment,
everything in the room
was just three things:
Laughter. Love. Trust.

---

After playtime, Shoto’s eyelids grew heavy.
His giggles melted into sleepy breaths, his tiny hands tugging at the snow leopard’s ears as he yawned.

Katsuki moved without a word.
He bent down, lifting the baby into his arms.
Shoto rested his head against Katsuki’s shoulder, nestling into the warmth of his chest.
Katsuki, out of habit, rubbed soothing circles on his back as he carried him to the rocking chair in the corner.
He sat down quietly, rocking him gently.

> *"Easy now, little snowball… it’s rest time."*

Izuku soon joined them, holding a children’s book.
On the cover, a small penguin gazed sleepily at the stars.
He knelt beside them, a peaceful smile on his face.

And he began to read.
His soft, melodic voice filled the room as Shoto’s breathing slowed.
His tiny fingers still clutched Katsuki’s shirt, but now with the weight of sleep.

Then…
Shoto lifted his head slightly.
His eyes half-lidded, face sweetly drowsy.
But then…
He raised his little hands.
Reached for Katsuki’s face.
His palms pressed against the man’s cheeks.
And he leaned forward, resting his forehead against Katsuki’s.

One…
Two seconds…
A tiny, wordless bond.

Then he turned.
Facing Izuku.
Placing his hands on his cheeks too.
Leaning in the same way.
Forehead to forehead.

Izuku held his breath.
Katsuki bowed his head slightly.
This small gesture spoke louder than words.

What did it mean?
No one had ever… done this to Shoto before.
Yet here he was.
With his small body, silent language…
telling them something.

Izuku whispered, eyes brimming:

> *"Kacchan…*
> *He’s thanking us."*

Katsuki couldn’t speak for a moment.
His throat tightened.
The baby in his arms nestled closer.
Shoto’s tiny head rested on his shoulder again.
But this time, it was different.
There was a connection.
An acceptance.

Izuku quietly closed the book.
He moved to the rocking chair, resting his head against Katsuki’s shoulder, one hand on Shoto’s back.
The three of them…
held each other in the quiet.

And their baby,
for the first time,
drifted into sleep feeling truly safe.
Truly loved.
Truly home.

Time seemed to freeze.
Shoto’s chubby hands relaxed, his fingers slipping from Katsuki’s shirt.
His eyelids fluttered shut—lost in the warmth of slumber.

Katsuki held him a little longer.
As if letting go would break the spell.
But the baby had already fallen deep into the dream.
He was safe.
He was cherished.
He was theirs.

Izuku straightened up.
The chair had stopped rocking.
The house was wrapped in silence.
That night, silence had become a language of love.

Katsuki looked down at the baby in his arms.
His fingers traced small circles on Shoto’s back.
Then he stood.
Izuku joined him.

Together, they walked quietly out of the room.
Down the dim hallway, back to Shoto’s nursery—where the door was left slightly ajar.
Moonlight spilled through the window, casting star-like patterns on the snowflake rug.

They knelt by the white crib in unison.
Katsuki cradled the baby with such tenderness, as if holding the world’s most precious secret.
When he laid him down, Shoto’s brows twitched, but his eyes stayed closed.
He was still at peace.
He had a home now.

Izuku draped a small blanket over him.
Then bent down.
Pressed a kiss into his hair.

> *"Goodnight… baby."*

Katsuki leaned in too.
Cupped Shoto’s cheek gently.
Kissed his forehead.
His voice was low but clear:

> *"You’re not alone anymore, little one."*

They stayed by the crib for a while.
Side by side.
In silence.

Then Izuku turned to Katsuki.
His eyes were wet, but he was smiling.

> *"I really… fed him,"* he said.
> *"I’m really a dad."*

Katsuki didn’t answer immediately.
He just nodded.
Swallowed hard.
Took Izuku’s hand.

> *"And now… there’s three of us."*
At that moment, every toy in the room, every plushie, every colorful wall…
wasn’t just decoration—
it was proof of a new beginning.

Izuku and Katsuki walked out hand in hand, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Inside, a miracle was unfolding—a tiny heart drifting into the deepest reaches of sleep.

Shoto.
Their baby.
The missing piece of their hearts.
The quietest answer to their family.

---

Night had draped a thick silence over the house.
The living room lights had been off for hours.
In the bedroom, Izuku and Katsuki were curled up together, deep in sleep.
Katsuki’s arm was wrapped around Izuku’s waist, Izuku’s head resting against his chest.

And then…
A crack in that peace.
A thin, trembling sound—
First like a whimper… then a muffled cry, dissolving into sobs.

Shoto.

At first, Izuku stirred, eyes half-open.
But he recognized that cry.
Something inside him tore loose.
His heart began to race.
Katsuki was already sitting up.

> *"Shoto,"* he said, voice rough but laced with panic.
> *"He's crying."*

They bolted up so fast the bed creaked.
They rushed to Shoto’s room, footsteps muffled by the carpet, but their hearts pounded loud enough to fill the silence.

When they entered, the sight froze them in place for a few seconds.

The small crib sat motionless on the snowflake-patterned rug.
But inside, Shoto was breaking apart in his sleep.
Tears streaked his cheeks.
His body trembled.
His tiny hands were tangled in the blanket, legs kicking weakly—his pacifier had already fallen out.

He was trapped in a nightmare.

> *"No… no… don’t… don’t leave… don’t…"*

His words were slurred, barely audible.
But they were deep enough.
The voice of trauma.

Izuku immediately leaned into the crib, lifting Shoto gently into his arms.

> *"Baby… I’m here, I’m here… Izuku’s here,"* he whispered, rocking him.
> The baby’s forehead was damp with sweat.
> His pacifier had fallen to the floor—Katsuki snatched it up, wiping it clean with a cloth, his own eyes glistening.

> *"Nightmare…"* he muttered under his breath.

Izuku stroked Shoto’s hair, his own heart aching.

> *"The ones who left you… they’re gone now."*
> *"I promise, we’ll never leave you alone again."*

Katsuki stepped closer.
He knelt beside Izuku, cupping the baby’s face in his palms.

> *"We’re here, little guy. Everything’s okay now."*

Shoto’s eyes fluttered open.
The remnants of the nightmare still clung to his lashes.
But when his gaze landed on Izuku and Katsuki…
A tiny gasp escaped him.
And his hands reached out again.

This time…
One fist clutched Katsuki’s shirt.
The other stretched toward Izuku’s neck.

> *"Baby,"* Izuku whispered, unable to hold back his tears.
> *"You’re our everything."*

Katsuki silently bowed his head, pressing a kiss into Shoto’s damp hair.

> *"C’mon…"* he murmured. *"You’re sleeping with us tonight."*

Izuku nodded.
They grabbed his little blanket from the crib.
And quietly left the room.

In Katsuki’s arms wasn’t just a sleepless baby anymore—
It was a life.
Protected.
Cherished.

Izuku made space in their bed.
They settled Shoto between them.
His small body curled up in warmth, nestled safely between the two men.
When he found his pacifier, he began to suckle it quietly.
One last sigh…
And sleep reclaimed his tiny eyes.

Katsuki and Izuku locked gazes.
Without a word, they both leaned down.
Each pressed a kiss to Shoto’s hair.

> *"No more nightmares in this house,"* Izuku whispered.
> *"Just us."*

---

Night deepened again.
The soft golden glow of the nightlight painted the shadows of three figures on the bedroom wall.
In the center, a tiny body wrapped in cotton-soft warmth…
Flanked by two men curled protectively around him—
Izuku and Katsuki.

Shoto’s face had softened from the day’s excitement and love.
His eyelids were closed, but behind those innocent lines… another world existed.
A dream.
One that had never existed before but had always been longed for.

In his dream, Shoto wasn’t alone in a dark room this time.
He found himself bundled in a blanket as soft as clouds.
And two large shadows approached him.

The first had emerald-green eyes and a gentle smile.
Izuku.
He bent down, fingers brushing through Shoto’s hair with love.

> *"I’ll bandage this wound, okay?"* he murmured.
> *"I’ll mend what’s broken."*

The other—the one whose hands were always warm but whose heart was even warmer—
Katsuki.
He knelt.
Placed his palms over Shoto’s tiny hands.

> *"I’ll put you somewhere no one can reach."*
> *"Even if I have to burn with you, I’ll protect you."*

Together, they embraced Shoto.
And in that moment, the faintest smile touched his lips.

In reality, his small hands…
One gripping Katsuki’s finger, the other Izuku’s.
Tightly.
As if unwilling to let go of that protection, even in waking life.

Izuku gazed at the sight for a long time.
The rise and fall of the baby’s chest was the only sound in the room.

> *"Look… what we’ve become,"* he whispered.
> *"We woke up one morning and… now there’s three of us. It happened so fast…"*

Katsuki sniffed, eyes still fixed on Shoto.
The usual scowl was gone from his face.
In its place—just a man.
A man who would face the world, his parents, anything for this.

> *"I’d burn the whole damn world for him, Deku,"* he murmured.
> *"If I had to."*

Izuku nodded.
Shoto’s tiny hand, still wrapped around his finger, trembled slightly but was at peace.

> *"And we’ll be here for him,"* Izuku said.
> *"Every night… every morning… every dream…"*

At that moment, Shoto’s lips twitched in a small murmur.
Not a word.
But the sound of safety.

Izuku leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s forehead.

Katsuki rested his head against them, their three bodies overlapping as one.

For a while, no one spoke.
They just watched Shoto sleep.
His little breaths…
The glow of his cheeks…
The way his tiny fingers held on…

Finally, Izuku closed his eyes.
Katsuki’s thumb brushed gently over the baby’s shoulder.

> *"We can sleep now,"* Katsuki murmured.
> *"He’s with us."*

And truly…
That night, for the first time…
None of them were incomplete.

---

Morning announced itself with thin strands of sunlight slipping through the curtains.
Silence was broken only by the rhythmic sounds of three separate breaths.
In the center of the bed, a tiny body slept peacefully between two larger hearts.

And then—with a flutter of lashes—Shoto woke.
His pacifier was still in his mouth.
For the first few seconds, he blinked drowsily at his surroundings.
His head was nestled against Katsuki’s chest; behind him, Izuku’s warm arms encircled him.
He paused.
This place… was familiar.
But the old coldness in his heart had given way to something else.

His eyes brightened.
The two men wrapped around him—the ones who had whispered *"baby"* to him last night—
made the corners of his lips curl around his pacifier.
He suckled happily, eyes drifting back to Katsuki.

And at that moment, Katsuki’s eyelids lifted.
Sleepy red met wide heterochromatic eyes.
Shoto was still snuggled against him.
Katsuki smiled.

> *"Mornin’, little snowball,"* he mumbled, poking Shoto’s chubby pink cheek.
> *"Decided to wake up, huh?"*

Shoto let out a shy murmur around his pacifier, gaze flickering away briefly.
But his fingers still clutched Katsuki’s shirt.

Izuku was still deep in peaceful sleep.
Katsuki carefully slipped out of bed, lifting their son into his arms.
> *"C’mon… let’s get breakfast ready. Let Mama sleep a bit."*

Katsuki carried Shoto to the bathroom.
Even in the morning chill, the baby’s warmth against his chest was comforting.
He stopped by the sink, turning the faucet on gently.
After wetting his hand, he wiped Shoto’s face with a damp cloth.

> *"Might be a little cold, snowball. But look, all fresh now,"* he said softly.
Shoto whimpered cutely at the touch of water, his pacifier slipping briefly before he latched back onto it.

Katsuki chuckled.
His voice, mingling with the baby’s murmurs, echoed softly in the bathroom.

He felt a slight squirm in his arms.
And immediately knew:
> *"Ah, diaper’s full again… Hang on, baby, I got you."*

Shoto was still a little shy about diaper changes.
But he didn’t resist.
Katsuki laid him gently on the changing mat.
As he undid the diaper, he whispered, *"Y’know, I got special training just to handle you."*
The baby averted his eyes, embarrassed.

Fresh diaper secured, legs snugly wrapped again.
Katsuki took Shoto’s tiny feet in his hands.
Kissed each little toe.

> *"Clean and sweet… Now, breakfast time,"* he declared.

He lifted the baby back into his arms.
Shoto’s skin smelled of fresh soap and that unmistakable baby scent.
Katsuki inhaled deeply.

This…
This was their morning now.

---

Morning sunlight seeped through the kitchen window, casting a soft golden glow over the white tiles.
Katsuki stood in the kitchen—hair slightly messy, wearing a gray T-shirt and hastily thrown-on sweatpants.
But the most noticeable thing was the tiny body propped against his hip, held securely in one arm.

Shoto had found a safe harbor in his father’s hold.
Katsuki flipped the pan one-handed, expertly swirling the veggie omelet inside.
The baby had his arms wrapped tightly around Katsuki’s shirt.
One hand held his pacifier, not in his mouth but fiddling with it—his eyes glued to his father’s every move.

Every time Katsuki flipped the pan, Shoto’s eyes widened, his little legs kicking excitedly.

> *"Hey, easy there, snowball. It’s just an omelet, not a rocket,"* Katsuki murmured.
But his voice was soft, almost tender.

At one point, he plucked a small strawberry slice from a nearby plate and held it to Shoto’s mouth.
As the baby took a tiny bite, Katsuki eyed him sidelong.
> *"Good? Hah, ’course it is… smells just like you,"* he muttered, half-whisper, half-grumble.

Just then, the kitchen door creaked open quietly.

Izuku stood there, sleep still clinging to his eyes.
A soft admiration glowed in his green gaze.
His chest tightened for a second.
That scene… was so real.
Everything that had once felt like a dream was now in their hands.

Katsuki was turned toward the stove, his face hidden, but the lines of his back radiated peace.
Shoto’s tiny hands gripped his shirt, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling.

Izuku quietly pulled out his phone.
A *click* sounded.

A photo was taken.
The frame captured Katsuki’s shoulder, Shoto’s profile, pacifier half-in-mouth…
And those little hands holding onto that shirt.
Steam from the stove danced in the light.

Izuku smiled.
He typed a caption for his post:

> *"Family is making an omelet one-handed while carrying an entire world in the other."*
> ✨👶🏻🍳💚❤️

And posted it.
His phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since yesterday.
Maybe this picture would help people understand they weren’t just gossip.
This wasn’t just a child.

This… was their heart.

---

Izuku lingered in the doorway for a moment.
The scents—eggs, lightly toasted bread, and… home.
A real home.

But the most familiar smell was that of strawberries mixed with baby shampoo.
Shoto.

The little one recognized him instantly.
His eyes lit up, hands releasing Katsuki’s shirt with a tremble of joy.
A happy murmur escaped around his pacifier.

> *"Mmnh!"*

Katsuki chuckled at the sound, glancing over his shoulder.
His eyes met Izuku’s.
> *"Look who’s up, Mama Bird,"* he said lowly, lips curling.

Izuku took a step forward. Then another.
Shoto’s arms reached out.
So pure. So instinctive with love.

Katsuki bent slightly, closing the distance between them.
Shoto was still in his arms but now being offered toward Izuku’s chest.

> *"Here. Someone missed you,"* he said gently.

Izuku opened his arms, and Shoto nearly launched himself forward.
So small, yet so determined.

As Izuku cradled him, Shoto nuzzled into his chest, murmuring.
As if this was his world.
His pillow.
His home.

Katsuki leaned in, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s forehead.
> *"Morning,"* he said.
And that word… became the most beautiful moment of the day.

Izuku stroked Shoto’s back, murmuring back:
> *"Morning… the best morning."*

Katsuki turned back to the stove.
> *"Omelet’s almost done. Made orange juice too."*

Shoto, still in Izuku’s arms, kept murmuring but now quietly suckled his pacifier.
His eyes held a calmness, his lashes peaceful.
Everything was right.
Everything had finally fallen into place.

The last plate was set on the breakfast table.
Izuku still held Shoto, watching as the baby’s tiny hands reached curiously toward the table.
Katsuki had picked up his fork but… couldn’t ignore the buzzing phone.

A vibration. Then another. And another.
As if the world was forcing its way into their peaceful morning.

> *"Again?"* Katsuki grumbled, brow furrowing.

He grabbed his phone.
The screen flashed.
Notifications piled on top of each other.
He hesitated… then his eyes widened.

> *"Deku…"*
His voice was flat, but there was awe beneath it.
His gaze flicked to his husband. *"When did you post this?"*

Izuku ducked his head.
Giggled like he was keeping a secret.
> *"Couldn’t help it. You two looked… too perfect."*

Katsuki rolled his eyes.
> *"Me? One-handed omelet, baby in arm, wearing this old shirt—"*

> *"And Shoto clinging to you,"* Izuku cut in, fingers pressed to his lips.
> *"Our baby looked so safe against your chest… Katsuki, how could I not?"*

Shoto blinked between them.
Sucking his pacifier but turning his head from father to father.
As if saying, *"I was there too!"*

Katsuki sniffed, picking up his phone again.
His social media page loaded.
Flooded with comments, hearts, and… hashtags.

#daddynamight
#wonderduosbaby
#ShotoBakugouMidoriya?!
#littlehero
#OURHEARTSPARENTS

> *"Look at this. Look! They even edited strawberries into the background,"* Katsuki grumbled.
But his eyes stayed glued to the photo.

Shoto curled in his arms.
Pacifier in mouth.
Tiny fingers gripping his shirt.
A small world built between two fathers in the warm kitchen light.

Katsuki rubbed his jaw.
Then his lips quirked, glancing sideways at Izuku.
> *"Well… can’t help it if we look this good."*

Izuku burst out laughing.
Shoto clapped his hands, delighted by his mother’s joy even if he didn’t understand why.

> *"So,"* Izuku said, grinning, *"if I post another one… no one can get mad, right?"*

Katsuki shook his head.
> *"You’re impossible."*

But his voice was warm.
Because in the morning light, with Shoto peacefully suckling his pacifier, everything in this house… felt right.

---

Sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, filling the house with baby giggles and soft chatter.
Shoto sat on his playmat, squeezing a toy penguin and giggling at the sound, occasionally looking up at his fathers.
Katsuki waved a plush snow leopard to catch his attention while Izuku readied the camera, capturing each moment like treasure.

> *"Look at these chubby legs,"* Katsuki cooed, kissing Shoto’s socked feet. *"These socks are gettin’ tight, huh?"*

Shoto babbled around his pacifier, every sound a language of love.
The two men played with him, soaking in every second together—
Until a familiar, tension-inducing beep shattered the peace.

**BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.**

Izuku’s eyes snapped to Katsuki.
Katsuki looked up.
Pulling the device from his pocket, the screen flashed red with a single word:

**EMERGENCY MISSION - CODE 23**

Katsuki stared at it for a few seconds.
The joy drained from his face.
He wanted to stay a father. But he was also… a hero.
And those calls always came unexpectedly.

Shoto noticed the shift in his father’s demeanor.
His small body squirmed.
His pacifier moved faster between his lips.

> *"Damn it…"* Katsuki muttered, exhaling sharply.
He rested a hand on Shoto’s head. *"Didn’t want this, baby."*

Izuku was at his side instantly.
His eyes flicked to Shoto, then back to his husband. *"You have to go?"*

Katsuki nodded.
> *"Yeah. Kirishima’s call. Big explosion. Some Class-A folks are nearby."*

Izuku touched his shoulder. *"We’ll be here."*

Shoto, sensing something was wrong, fidgeted.
Katsuki knelt, pulling his son into a tight hug, kissing his forehead.

> *"Dad loves you so much, okay? Gotta go knock some heads. Be back soon. Stay strong."*

Izuku took Shoto into his arms.
The baby fussed slightly but relaxed into Izuku’s warmth.

Katsuki turned toward the door but paused.
Looked back at Izuku. *"Watch him ’til I’m back. If… anything happens—"*

> *"It won’t,"* Izuku said firmly. *"We’ll be waiting."*

Shoto reached for Katsuki again.
His heart ached like a torn toy… a tiny whimper escaping.

Katsuki returned, cupping the baby’s hands.
> *"Don’t look at me like that… Or I’ll never leave."*

And then—quickly, leaving his heart behind in that house—he opened the door.

After it closed, silence settled briefly.
Shoto buried his face in Izuku’s chest.

> *"How about,"* Izuku whispered, *"just the two of us today?"*
The baby suckled his pacifier softly, tilting his head.
As if agreeing.

Chapter Text

Home had fallen silent with Katsuki's departure.** Every minute since he left left a restless unease in Shoto’s heart. It started with a faint whimper. Izuku carried him around, trying to soothe him with sweet words.

*"Daddy’s out saving people, baby…"* he whispered, gently patting his tiny back.

Shoto sucked rapidly on his pacifier, occasionally stretching his arms forward and throwing his head back. His eyes held a restless glimmer. He could feel his father’s absence. Deep down… being away from him, even for such a short time, made his chest tighten.

*"I know,"* Izuku murmured, pulling the baby closer. *"You miss him. I miss him too."*

Shoto suddenly lifted his head from Izuku’s shoulder. His face scrunched up.
And then he began to cry.
That shaky, broken wail filled the room. His tiny arms flailed, his legs kicking back and forth.

Izuku’s heart clenched. No matter what he did… it wasn’t the same as the scent of his father.
He walked around the room twice more, showed Shoto his toys, even cracked the window to let him peek outside. But nothing… nothing could replace Katsuki’s warmth.

Then—
The TV volume spiked.
The news broadcast was interrupted by an urgent breaking report:

> *"Local sources are reporting… Pro Hero Dynamight has single-handedly taken down a gang leader in the Collapse District."*

The camera wobbled before focusing.
Amidst the rubble of dust, smoke, and blood, Katsuki Bakugou stood—a dark red streak dripping down his forehead, his signature wild grin aimed straight at the lens.

One fist was raised high in the air.
The explosions behind him framed him like a god.

*"Victory!"* he roared at the camera. *"I’m here!"*

Izuku froze.
Shoto, too, fell silent. His small body straightened, eyes locked on the screen.
The moment he saw Katsuki, his pacifier dropped.
He lunged forward, arms outstretched toward the TV.

*"Shhh…"*
Izuku whispered into his ear.
*"Look, baby… that’s your daddy. The strongest. The greatest hero."*

Shoto’s lower lip trembled.
But this time, no tears fell.
His eyes widened with the screen’s glow; his heart pounded with excitement.
As he reached for the TV, he let out a high-pitched coo.
*"Ssshh…"*

Izuku rubbed his back again.
*"Don’t worry. He’ll be home soon. And this time… he won’t let you go."*

On the screen, Katsuki was still standing.
His face was bloody, yes. But his stance… was unbreakable.
Shoto’s hero.
The first idol of this tiny heart.

Izuku pulled him close again.
Glanced at the screen one last time.
Smirked and shook his head.
Then leaned down to the baby.
*"Your dad… is the most explosive, most perfect man in the world."*

Shoto rested his head against Izuku’s neck.
As if he understood.

---

Katsuki’s boots hit the pavement hard. As the sky darkened with streaks of crimson, the echoes of victory still rang in his ears—but his mind held only one thought:

*"Gotta get home. My baby’s waiting."*

He hadn’t even bothered checking his phone. Press conferences, thank-you speeches, congratulatory calls from the Hero Association…

None of it mattered.

His mask was already half-burned off from the explosions. The wound on his forehead still bled, but he couldn’t care less.
Behind him, Kirishima and Mina struggled to keep up with his pace.

*"Bakugou, slow down,"* Kirishima huffed, voice strained. *"You’re still hurt, just—"*

But Katsuki shot him a glare.
A glare that said, *"I’ll die before I stop."*
Then, under his breath:
*"They’re waiting for me."*

But as he turned the corner—another explosion. Flashbulbs this time.
Suddenly, four different media outlets blocked his path, cameras and microphones shoved in his face.

> *"Dynamight! Dynamight! Is that baby really yours?"* *"Is it true the Wonder Duo adopted a little one?"* *"Who’s the baby from? What’s their name? Did you get them from an ageplay agency?"* *"A baby named Shoto?!"*

Katsuki stopped dead.
His nostrils flared.

*"Get out of my way,"* he growled, voice dropping into a dangerous snarl.

> *"But Dynamight, the public wants answers. Is the baby yours? Are you raising them together? Is this… an official adoption?"*

A vein pulsed in Katsuki’s temple.
*"Keep following me, and I’ll blast your cameras to hell,"* he spat, eyes burning with fury.

Mina stepped forward, trying to mediate.
*"That’s enough,"* she said firmly. *"We’ve all done more than enough today. This is private. I suggest you back off."*

As she ushered Katsuki through the crowd, the press still shouted:

> *"IS DEKU REALLY BREASTFEEDING THE BABY?"* *"WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HEROES CHALLENGING GENDER ROLES?!"*

That last question made Katsuki freeze.

He turned, stepping back toward the cameras.
Slowly, he lifted his head.

*"Who we love… how we love… is about what we protect,"* he said, voice low but sharp.
*"Me and Deku… we’ll protect him. He’s our son."*

Without another word, he pushed past, heading straight for his car.
The crowd still yelled, flashes still popped. But none of it mattered anymore.

Because Shoto was waiting.

---

The moment the front door opened, the scent of warm milk and strawberry soap filled the air. The dim light inside cast a calm that shut out the chaos of the outside world.

Katsuki stepped in, carefully locking the door behind him. He took a deep breath.
At first, he heard nothing. Then—

A squeal.
A tiny, high-pitched sound of pure joy.

*"Mmh! Daa—daaa!!"*

Shoto was in the middle of his playmat.
Izuku knelt beside him, holding a toy snow leopard, but the moment the baby saw Katsuki, he forgot everything else.
He wobbled to his feet, unsteady but determined.

*"Daaaa!"*
His arms stretched out. His pacifier fell as he babbled, *"Baaa…"*

But then—something shifted.
The scent of blood clinging to Katsuki, the bandages on his arms, the gauze on his forehead…
Shoto’s tiny eyes recognized his father, but… the scratches, the wounds—they made him freeze.

His arms were still raised, but his expression slowly changed.
Joy flickered, replaced by uneasy silence.

His little lips pursed. His eyes widened. Then… his head drooped.
His small body trembled, as if shadowed by doubt.

Katsuki’s heart twisted.
*"Baby,"* he murmured, dropping to his knees. *"Sweetheart… Look, I’m here. I’m right here."*

Shoto took a step forward. Then stopped. His tiny hands hovered uncertainly.
For just a second… just one… he thought he’d be rejected again.
That this father figure would hurt him once more.

But then—Izuku’s hands rested gently on his shoulders.

*"Look at me, love,"* he whispered into Shoto’s ear. *"That’s our dad. You’re safe. He loves you more than anything."*

Katsuki opened his arms.
His body still ached, but the hesitation in his baby’s eyes cut deeper than any wound.

And Shoto… took a step.
Then another.

Then, in unsteady, wobbly strides, he reached Katsuki.
When Katsuki lifted him, pain flared—but he didn’t make a sound.

Shoto’s tiny nose pressed against his bandaged shoulder.
His breath was so small, so shaky…

Izuku’s eyes welled up.
Katsuki just breathed in his baby’s scent.

*"Not letting you go again, sweetheart."*

Shoto found his pacifier. Slipped it into his mouth.
And as if knowing everything would be okay… he closed his eyes.

But Katsuki noticed something then.
Shoto’s tiny hands weren’t clutching his shirt—they were curled around his bandaged arm.
As if he knew that’s where the pain was.
As if he was saying, *"Heal."*

---

The bathroom was steamy.
The mirror completely fogged, the air thick with warmth and quiet comfort.

Katsuki leaned back in the wide white tub with a sigh.
Some bandages still clung to him, but he’d removed most before stepping in.
His muscles still ached; every movement whispered reminders of battle.

But in his arms—a tiny body.
Shoto.

His little arms clung to Katsuki’s neck, legs resting against his chest.
His pacifier was still in his mouth, but his eyes never left his father.

*"Gotta wash up, squirt,"* Katsuki muttered, though his voice held no bite—just tired affection.

Izuku chuckled from where he sat on the edge of the tub.
*"I’ve got you, love."*
He reached over, gently pressing a sponge to Katsuki’s hair.

Amidst the bubbles, Izuku’s hands drifted to Katsuki’s shoulders.
His fingers worked over tense muscles, bruised skin.
Katsuki closed his eyes, exhaustion seeping out of him.

*"Be gentler,"* he grumbled, but there was no resistance—just warmth.

Shoto, nestled between them, was perfectly content.
The scent of his father mixed with soap, blending with his own strawberry shampoo into something indescribably peaceful.After the bath, Izuku wrapped both his husband and their baby in a large towel.** He helped Katsuki get dressed and then carefully redressed the baby.

Katsuki still swayed slightly as he made his way to the living room, Shoto bundled securely in his arms, not moving an inch.
His eyes never left his father’s face.

*"Rest a little,"* Izuku said, gesturing to the large couch.
Katsuki nodded and lay back, the baby still curled on his chest. Izuku immediately knelt beside them, carefully opening the first-aid kit.

Gently, meticulously, he began cleaning the scratches on Katsuki’s shoulder, the scabbing wounds.
But then… Shoto shifted.

His little eyes locked onto his father’s bandaged arm.
His tiny lips pursed for a moment.
And then… he started examining the cotton pads in Izuku’s hand.

*"Careful, baby,"* Izuku whispered, but Shoto shook his head seriously.
Izuku handed him the cotton. Tiny fingers took it.

Shoto first pressed the cotton to Katsuki’s shoulder.
He dabbed it so softly, then stroked the spot with his fingertip.
As if willing his father’s wound to *"go away."*

But then he looked… it hadn’t worked.
His little face scrunched up.
He gave up on the cotton.

Instead, he bent his tiny knees and climbed onto Katsuki’s chest.
Katsuki adjusted slightly to make room.
The baby nestled against him, lightly sucking his pacifier.

When his small head rested over Katsuki’s heart, his tiny hands cupped his father’s cheeks.
Then he pressed his forehead to Katsuki’s.
Silent. But his gaze held a tenderness beyond words.

Izuku’s hands trembled.
This moment was indescribable.

*"He’s kissing your wound,"* Izuku murmured, voice thick.
*"He’s thanking you…"*

Katsuki’s face softened with rare peace.
He wrapped his arms around the baby, gently rubbing his back.

*"Glad you’re here, baby,"* he whispered.

Shoto gave one last suck on his pacifier, then sighed quietly.
And just like that, he drifted into peaceful sleep.

The living room was silent.
Only the ticking of the wall clock and the faint bubbling from the kitchen filled the air.
From the open kitchen, Izuku lifted his head.

Under the soft yellow light, two figures were curled together on the wide couch.
Katsuki, leaning back, his head slightly tilted, face relaxed in sleep.
And in his arms, little Shoto, nestled against his chest—
As if his father’s heartbeat was the only thing anchoring him to the world.

His tiny fingers still clutched Katsuki’s shirt collar.
The scent of strawberry shampoo lingered on him, his cheeks still rosy.
Izuku stirred the soup pot absently, the carrots softening, before his gaze drifted back to the living room.

And then… Katsuki dreamed.

Before him stretched an endless blue sky.
And in his hands—Shoto, lifted high.

In the dream, the baby was a little older.
His eyes sparkled. His giggles melted into the sky.

Katsuki tossed him up, then caught him swiftly but securely.
Shoto laughed, his little feet kicking like a bird in flight.
Katsuki threw him up again:
*"Flying high, little penguin!"*
Shoto stretched his tiny hands toward the sky, trying to say *"Dada!"* but it came out as a sweet babble.

And there, just a little behind them—
Izuku sat under a tree, watching with his hands on his knees.
A smile in his eyes, quiet happiness on his lips.
His eyes shimmered. But these were tears of joy.

*"Seeing you two like this…"*
His voice reached Katsuki like a whisper in the dream.
*"The most beautiful thing in my life."*

Katsuki caught the baby again.
His arms didn’t tire. His heart felt ready to burst.
For the first time, he felt this light. This complete.

And then…

As the dream faded into reality, Katsuki’s eyes fluttered open.
The baby was still on his chest, breathing slow and peaceful.
A tiny sigh escaped Shoto.
He must have been dreaming too.

A tired but loving smile spread across Katsuki’s lips.
He turned his head slightly, glancing toward the kitchen.

Izuku’s back was turned.
But Katsuki knew his movements by heart.
He was pouring soup into bowls now.
His shoulders rose and fell gently. He carried the day’s exhaustion too—but his gaze held nothing but warmth.

Katsuki murmured under his breath:

*"I’ve never felt more at home before…"*

He breathed in the baby’s scent one more time.
And held him just a little tighter.
As his eyes closed again, only one thought remained in his heart:

This was home.
And finally, they were whole.

Chapter Text

There was a sweet activity in the kitchen.

When Izuku carefully carried the tray into the living room, it was as if the soft, homely warmth that had clung to him all day had been carried into the room with him. On the tray were steaming bowls of soup, some bread, and a few small snacks. He quietly leaned over the coffee table, setting down each dish one by one. Just then, a faint rustling came from the couch.

Shoto’s tiny body shifted slightly.
The baby, who had fallen asleep on Katsuki’s chest, slowly cracked his eyes open.
His world still hovered between sleep and wakefulness, nestled in a place of warmth and comfort.

Through his half-lidded gaze, he saw the familiar line of his father’s jaw, his brows, his face…
And then, a voice drifting from somewhere distant…

Izuku’s voice.
A few words spilling softly, almost like a hummed song from the kitchen.

Shoto let out a small sigh, then whimpered in a thin voice.
He was clearly awake now.
Making his presence known.

Izuku immediately turned his head.
There was no way he wouldn’t recognize his baby’s voice.

As soon as he set the tray down on the coffee table, he hurried over to the couch.
"Hey… are you awake, my little star?" he whispered, gently reaching out.

Katsuki, without even opening his eyes, shifted the baby toward him, and Shoto immediately settled into his mother’s arms.
The moment he did, he nuzzled his head lightly against Izuku’s chest.

Izuku watched the moment with a quiet sigh.
His son was hungry.
A flicker of bittersweet affection crossed his eyes.
He felt it again—the profound significance of this new physical change he was still adjusting to.

He moved slowly to the single chair across from them, settling in and adjusting Shoto in his arms.
With one hand on the baby’s back, he lifted his shirt with the other.
His chest was tender and full.
Izuku took a short breath—a mix of pain and exhilaration—but he didn’t hesitate.

He stroked the tiny face nuzzling against him with love.
Then, in a voice so soft only Shoto could hear, he murmured:
"Here you go, baby… it’s right here."

He guided himself closer to Shoto’s mouth.
The little baby paused for a moment.
But then, without hesitation…
He slowly parted his lips,
and accepted the warmth he had only just come to know but already trusted deeply.

He began to nurse.
His breathing was deep and peaceful through his nose.

Izuku closed his eyes.
It was as if time had stopped.

In his arms, against his chest, within his heart—
a love so small yet so vast…
A child, a bond,
and now three hearts that could never be separated.

He looked over at Katsuki, still asleep on the opposite couch with his eyes closed.
And the corner of his lips curled slightly.

He whispered in his heart:
*"This is our family…"*

The air in the living room was still, almost sacred.
Night was slowly preparing to fall, but the quiet inside that little home…
was more than just silence.
It was the silence of a beginning, the soundless peace of belonging.

Izuku settled deeper into the chair.
In his arms, he held a tiny world—
warm, pink-cheeked, with half-lidded eyes…
And at the center of that world, he poured out a lullaby from his heart in a soft voice:

🎵 *"I have met so many heroes in my life…*
*Gave me strength and courage to survive…*
*They showed me I can be strong on my own…"* 🎵

The words flowed from his lips like delicate glass.
Each one carried the familiar vibrations of a song that had touched his heart, burned within him for years…
Now, those same vibrations passed over his baby’s head.

A wave of peace spread through Shoto’s little body.
He continued nursing, but with each sip, his eyelids grew heavier.
Izuku pressed a kiss to his forehead.

And at that moment…
Katsuki, lying on the opposite couch, slowly opened his eyes.

When he turned his head and saw the sight before him…
…it settled over his chest like a weight of pure love.

His home, his family…
For a moment, he felt as though he had woken up on the most beautiful morning of his life.

Izuku’s voice still drifted through the living room.
But the song on his lips…
was achingly familiar.
A melody that called up emotions buried deep, from a time long past.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
He didn’t speak.
But his heart did.

Shoto’s tiny body, nestled against Izuku’s chest…
his mouth no longer held a pacifier, but the warmth flowing from his mother’s very being.
And as Katsuki watched…
he was filled with a love he had never felt before.

He laced his fingers behind his head.
He didn’t close his eyes.
He listened to Izuku’s voice,
silently completing the lyrics in his heart.

Then, in a low whisper, he murmured:
"God… These two are mine."

His chest rose and fell once more.
This time, in peace.

And just then, the final verse slipped from Izuku’s lips:

🎵 *"Hero too… I am a hero too…*
*My heart is set, and I won’t back down…"* 🎵

Shoto had already closed his eyes.
Slowly, his sucking weakened, his skin pressed flush against his mother’s.
Izuku bent his head and whispered softly:

"My baby…"

Katsuki quietly sat up, then stood.
He walked over to them without a sound.
Wrapped his arms around Izuku.
And together, the three hearts at the center of this home…
drew even closer.

---

Shoto’s sucking had slowed, his tiny eyelids growing heavy.
Izuku gently pulled him away.
The little body shifted slightly, but he wasn’t restless.
On the contrary… His belly was full, his body slack with contentment.

Katsuki stepped closer on silent feet,
and when he reached out, Shoto barely reacted—
as if he already knew those arms were his rightful place.
As soon as he was lifted, he nestled his head against Katsuki’s chest with a sleepy sigh.

Katsuki turned and walked toward the white wooden rocking crib in the corner of the room.
It had been specially chosen—
Izuku had taken one look at it in the store and immediately said, *"Shoto will feel safe here."*
The sides were adorned with plush snowflakes.
With its soft, pale blue padding and snowflake-patterned blanket, it was like a tiny dream garden.

Katsuki leaned down as he settled the baby in,
kissing his chubby cheeks once,
then tenderly tucking the blanket around him.
Shoto’s little hands twitched as if reaching for something in the air.

"We’re right here," Katsuki whispered,
resting his palm lightly on Shoto’s chest, as if feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Then, he began to rock the crib gently back and forth.

Shoto’s breathing slowed.
His pacifier still in his mouth, he drifted peacefully back to sleep.

Katsuki lingered for a moment longer.
Then, as he turned away—
"Dinner’s ready," Izuku said with a smile.
He had set the table for two—a warm meal of vegetable soup, lightly poached chicken slices, rice, and greens.

Katsuki’s eyes remained on Shoto even as he sat down.
When Izuku took his seat, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"You were amazing today," Izuku murmured.
His voice was tender, filled with love.

Katsuki lowered his head.
He took a bite, then paused.
His eyes met Izuku’s green ones.

"You too… The way you held him, the way you fed him…"
He exhaled. "I don’t know, it just… felt like this was how life was always supposed to be."

Izuku chuckled softly.
His fingers found Katsuki’s hand under the table.

"Maybe it was," he said.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while.
Only the soft clinks of cutlery against porcelain filled the air.
But their hearts were speaking.
Both of their eyes kept drifting to the white crib in the corner of the room.
There, the baby lost in deep sleep…
was now the meaning of their lives.

Shoto slept peacefully.
His belly full, his skin warm, his soul safer than it had ever been…

And Katsuki and Izuku…
in each other’s eyes, they no longer saw just heroism,
but the meaning of being fathers.

---

The living room lights were dim.
An old hero documentary played quietly on the TV as
Izuku and Katsuki curled up together on the couch.
They had eaten, their bodies warm, their souls… full.
The peace after a day spent together had left them both a little tired, a little softened.

Izuku rested his head on Katsuki’s shoulder.
Their fingers were intertwined.
Katsuki’s free hand lazily combed through his lover’s hair.

"That announcer’s voice… still the same," Izuku said with a light laugh.
"We used to listen to this in high school—it’s like he’s been talking nonstop for years without taking a breath."

Katsuki squinted at the screen.
"Because he never shuts up… But still,"
he leaned over and kissed the corner of Izuku’s mouth,
"his voice isn’t as sweet as yours."

Izuku flushed, laughing. "Stop it, you’re being way too romantic."

"What can I say," Katsuki smirked,
"Got a baby at home, a spouse, a table, a life… Everything’s complete."

Izuku answered that with a heartfelt kiss.
As their lips met again,
the only sounds in the silence were the documentary and their heartbeats.

Then, from the corner of the room—
a tiny murmur…
A small sigh…

Izuku lifted his head.
Katsuki stretched an arm over the back of the couch to look.

Shoto had cracked his eyes open slightly.
One hand fumbled for his pacifier, the other rubbing at his face.
He still looked sleepy, but… there was something in his gaze.
Recognition, affection, the familiarity of their touch.

Katsuki grinned as he straightened up.
"Looks like the princess is awake."

Izuku stood too.
They walked quietly to the crib.

When Shoto fully opened his eyes,
he saw the two people he loved most right in front of him.
After a brief pause, he began sucking his pacifier faster,
wiggling his feet under the blanket.
He was clearly waiting—
for their arms, their embrace, their voices…

Izuku leaned down and picked him up.
Shoto immediately pressed his head against his chest,
nuzzling his tiny nose into Izuku’s shirt.
He let out a deep sigh as he felt his father’s heartbeat.Want some attention, little one?"**
Katsuki chuckled as he ruffled Shoto’s hair.
The moment Shoto heard his father’s voice, he reached back and grabbed Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku’s,
and the three of them stayed tangled in each other’s embrace—the center of a tiny, perfect moment.

**"We love you, okay?"**
Izuku whispered.
Katsuki kissed his cheek.
Shoto, nestled between them, let out tiny giggles around his pacifier.

They were a family.
And tonight, nothing had ever felt so *right*.

---

Shoto babbled happily in his father’s arms,
while Izuku’s fingers played gentle games with his tiny toes.
Katsuki had rested the baby’s head against his shoulder,
breathing in that sweet, milky baby scent,
treating every second like something sacred.

**"Look, he’s still sleepy,"** Izuku said with a smile.
**"Let’s play just a little longer, then we’ll put him to bed…"**

He leaned down and nuzzled Shoto’s tiny cheek.
**"Who’s this adorable baby, huh?"**
Shoto’s pink cheeks dimpled as he giggled.

Katsuki bent over too and gave his little belly a light tickle.
Shoto burst into laughter.
That sound—
so clear, so pure, so *childishly joyful*—

It melted both grown men on the spot.
Izuku’s eyes glistened. Katsuki’s lips curled up.

And just then—
The phone on the coffee table buzzed.
**"MOM"** flashed across the screen.
Katsuki wrinkled his nose and sighed.

**"Oh, come on… *now*?"**
The phone kept vibrating.

Izuku laughed. **"Just answer it. She’s impatient."**

Katsuki rolled his eyes and hit the video call button.

The woman’s face that appeared on screen erupted like a volcano:
**"KATSUKI BAKUGO! SHOW ME MY GRANDBABY! RIGHT NOW!"**

Katsuki smirked, keeping his voice low.
**"Hello to you too, old hag."**

**"Don’t you *dare* talk to me like that! You’ve been all over the news for two days, and I *still* haven’t met my grandbaby! Let me see that chubby little angel so my heart can rest!"**

Meanwhile, Izuku noticed Shoto’s sudden interest.
The baby’s eyes widened as he stared at the phone screen—
and then, a sweet, bubbling giggle spilled out.

Shoto reached for Mitsuki with his tiny hands.
His laughter was almost musical.

Katsuki, still holding the phone, had muted his mother’s ongoing tirade.
He just looked at Izuku, voice trembling:
**"Look at him…"**

Izuku shook his head softly.
**"Hear that?"** he whispered.
**"That’s the sound of your heart beating now."**

All the sharpness drained from Katsuki’s face.
The call was still connected, Mitsuki’s voice faint in the background:
**"Brat! Are you even listening? Stop sassing me and—"**

But in that moment—
Not her voice, not the world, nothing else existed.
Just *those giggles*.
Shoto’s innocent laughter, etching itself into his fathers’ hearts.
Both men fell silent, just *listening*.
To their baby’s joy.
To the echo of their love.

And they realized it all over again:
In this house, in this heart, in these arms—
life had begun anew.

---

Katsuki endured his mother’s rant with a long-suffering expression.
Then he sighed dramatically and glanced down at the happily babbling baby in his arms.
**"Fine, fine,"** he grumbled. **"Here’s your grandkid. Happy now?"**

He lowered the phone, angling the camera toward Shoto.
**"Here, witch. Meet our baby."**

Mitsuki’s voice cut off instantly.
The sudden silence rang through the room.
Then—

**"Oh my God…"**
The words slipped out in a whisper.
Her face softened, eyes glistening.
**"How can… how can a child be *this* beautiful?"**
Her voice cracked.

Shoto blinked at Katsuki, then turned back to the screen.
His little mouth formed an **"O"**, eyebrows lifting.
Then—
with that uniquely serious-yet-adorable expression of his—
he began studying both the screen *and* Katsuki, back and forth.

Left. Right. Left again.
Like he was solving a *very* important puzzle.
*"Is this woman… this man’s mother?"*
His tiny head tilted slightly as he sucked thoughtfully on his pacifier.

Izuku couldn’t hold back—
he burst out laughing.

**"Ah, Shoto! Meeting the family with a thousand questions in that head, huh?"**
He leaned down to playfully mimic the baby’s head tilts.
**"‘Who’s this lady? Why’s this guy yelling? Why am I *this* cute?’—that what you’re thinking?"**

Katsuki smirked.
**"This one’s too smart. Already questioning you at first sight, hag."**

Mitsuki wiped her tears, pressing closer to the screen.
**"Sweetheart… I’m so happy to meet you.
I’m your… um…"**
She hesitated, then whispered:
**"I’m your grandma, Shoto."**

Shoto paused his screen inspection.
Blinked.
And then—
a tiny, breathy giggle escaped him.

Like he’d *answered*.
Silently, but undeniably.
His little shoulders shook, palms lifting—
then reaching toward the screen like he wanted to touch her.

Izuku clutched his chest dramatically.
**"Oh—I’m *melting*…"**

Katsuki grinned despite himself.
**"Yeah, yeah. Me too."**

On the still-active call, fresh tears rolled down Mitsuki’s cheeks.
Masaru appeared behind her, smiling shyly.
**"Give Shoto-chan our love,"** he said softly. **"When can we meet him?"**

Katsuki shook his head.
**"Soon. But let us have our cuddles first."**

Izuku pressed a kiss to Shoto’s cheek.
The baby gripped his father’s shirt tightly in response.

Mitsuki’s voice was barely audible now:
**"Thank you, both of you… You’ve changed this child’s life. But really…"**
She smiled through her tears.
**"It looks like he’s changed yours too."**

Katsuki and Izuku smiled at the same time.

And yes—
What a *miracle* it was:
Those tiny hands had already wrapped around *three* hearts, healing them all at once.

Chapter Text

When the phone screen finally darkened, silence settled in the room.
But this silence wasn’t unsettling…
It was a peaceful quiet, warm and enveloping like a cozy blanket.

Katsuki let out a deep sigh.
His face bore a tired yet content expression, marked by all the emotions he had suppressed throughout the day.
Shoto, nestled in his lap, had rested his head softly against his father’s chest,
his tiny hands still clutching the wrinkles of his T-shirt.
His breathing was slow, deep, and steady.

Izuku approached and bent down quietly.
After gently stroking the baby’s soft hair,
he murmured in a sweet whisper:
“I think it’s time for bed now…”

Katsuki nodded with a glance.
Carefully, tenderly, he lifted the small body from his lap.
Izuku had already prepared the crib—
snowflake-patterned blankets,
lovingly folded quilts,
and a plush snow leopard sleeping at the headboard.

The moment Shoto was laid on his pillow, he let out a small whimper,
but the kiss his father pressed into his hair,
along with Izuku’s whispered words, “We’re right here, baby,”
quickly lulled him back to sleep.

The room darkened.
After a brief glance at the baby monitor,
Katsuki and Izuku walked hand in hand down the dimly lit hallway to their bedroom.

When the door closed…
The silence transformed into a different kind of warmth.

Izuku’s eyes found his partner.
That golden hair,
slightly tousled from the day’s exhaustion.
The bandages over his wounds peeked out from beneath his shirt.
But the glimmer in his eyes…
It made Izuku fall in love with him over and over again.

“I never thought… I’d live a life like this with you,” he whispered.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow slightly.
“A life like this?”

Izuku took a step closer.
“A home together… a child…
Just the sound of our hearts in the quiet of the night…”

Katsuki closed his eyes slowly.
A sigh…
And then his hands found Izuku’s.
His fingers intertwined with his.

“I didn’t either,” he said.
“I couldn’t even imagine it. But now…”
He opened his eyes.
“Now I know that what I’m holding…
is the greatest gift I could ever receive.”

Izuku smiled softly.
His eyes were glistening, but his smile never faded.

They drew closer.
Their lips met gently.
Time seemed to pause for a few seconds.
In that kiss was all the exhaustion of the day,
all the tenderness that soothed their wounds,
and the scent of all their hopes.

Katsuki cupped Izuku’s cheek with one hand.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said in a low voice.

Izuku rested his forehead against his.
“You too… both of you are my everything.”

They lay down on the bed slowly.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, they rested in the rhythm of their shared breaths.
Outside, the world kept turning, the news never ceased…
But in that moment, in that bed,
only the sound of their heartbeats echoed.

As Izuku closed his eyes, he whispered:
“Tomorrow… we’ll smile even more. Because now, there are three of us.”

Katsuki leaned his head against Izuku’s shoulder.
“And we won’t leave anything unfinished…”

---

When the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains and touched the edge of the crib, Shoto’s long lashes fluttered slightly. His tiny body hovered on the edge of waking, but the warm arms wrapped around him—one heartbeat rising from his right, the other from his left—seemed to persuade him to linger a little longer.

Izuku was the first to open his eyes.
When he lifted his head from the pillow, he saw his baby nestled against Katsuki’s chest, his nose pressed into the fabric.
For a moment, his heart swelled.
This scene was beyond his deepest dreams.
He sat up quietly and nudged Katsuki gently.

“Look,” he whispered. “One of us is awake.”

When Katsuki opened his eyes, a tiny pair of eyes stared back at him.
Shoto’s pacifier was still in his mouth, but his curious gaze flickered with wakefulness.

Smiling, Katsuki leaned down
and brushed his finger against the baby’s plump cheek.

“Good morning, little snowman,” he murmured.

Meanwhile, Izuku pulled out a tiny blue baby hat from the basket beside them.
It had been bought to shield him from paparazzi, but it looked so adorable…
Even Katsuki couldn’t help but avert his eyes as he adjusted it on Shoto’s head.

Shoto let out a soft murmur,
tilting his head with a tiny grunt.

“If you’re ready, we’re heading out,” Izuku said, gathering the morning essentials from the closet.
Bottle, small blankets, spare onesies…

A quick prep session unfolded in the kitchen.
Izuku filled a sterilized bottle with the freshly warmed milk for Shoto.
Katsuki, meanwhile, tossed a few diapers and wipes into the baby bag—just in case.

When the front door opened, the sunlight embraced them.

Shoto, in Katsuki’s arms…
Pacifier in his mouth, blue hat on his head…
His tiny hands clung tightly to his father’s T-shirt.

Izuku took Katsuki’s free hand.
Their fingers intertwined.
They shared a smile—one that came from deep within.

As they walked, their steps fell in sync.
Every person they passed on the street turned to look.
Camera flashes had already begun to go off.

But they didn’t stop.

Because this morning wasn’t just a walk—
it was their first step forward as a family.

Reporters whispered questions at them:
“Is this the Wonder Duo’s little angel?”
“Their first family outing!”
“Shoto, right? So adorable!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes.
But when he saw Shoto calmly sucking his pacifier while curiously observing the crowd, his irritation faded.
Izuku chuckled softly,
whispering, “If the photos turn out nice, my mom will lose her mind.”

When they reached the glass door of the restaurant,
the staff scrambled to open it in surprise.
As the three of them stepped inside, heads turned—but no one stared for too long.
Because the love radiating from them felt so natural…
Anyone who looked quickly averted their eyes, almost abashed.

They were seated at a spacious corner table.
Shoto remained in Katsuki’s lap.
They didn’t ask for a high chair—Shoto still didn’t want to leave his father’s arms.

Izuku sat beside them,
pulling the bottle from the bag.
The tiny baby, perched on Katsuki’s knee,
spat out his pacifier and accepted the bottle from the person who might as well have been his mother.

Izuku turned to Katsuki.
His eyes were misty, soft.

“Our first family breakfast…” he whispered.

Katsuki squeezed his fingers.
He smiled.
“To many more.”

And that morning, no matter what the world said…
At that table, there were only three people.
And between those three, a new life had begun—woven together by an indescribable love.

---

Under the dim lights of the restaurant, the steam from warm toast and coffee mingled in the air, while in the background, the television screen in the corner flickered brightly.

**“THE FAMILY OF THE CENTURY: Wonder Duo Adopts a Baby!”**
**“#WonderDuosAngel: Who’s That Blue-Hatted Cutie in Their Arms?”**
**“Dynamight and Deku Raising a Baby Together! First Family Breakfast”**

The voices of news anchors echoed in the background, and paparazzi footage flashed across the screen.
When Izuku checked social media on his phone, the sight was even more astonishing:

**#WonderDuosBaby**
**#Daddynamight**
**#SoftDekuDad**
**#LittleShoto**

The screen was flooded with thousands of posts.
Izuku, his emerald eyes sparkling, turned to Katsuki with a giggle.
He held up his phone screen:
A photo of Katsuki walking through the restaurant with the baby in his arms, holding Izuku’s hand…
Shoto, pacifier in his mouth, eyes wide as he gazed up at the sky.

*"Look, we turned out so cute, didn’t we, baby?"*
Izuku tilted the phone toward Shoto.

The little baby glanced at the screen for a moment, then started clapping his hands excitedly.
His chubby fingers curled as he giggled, tiny squeals escaping him.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but Shoto’s smile…
It softened him so much he couldn’t help himself.

He scrunched his nose.
*"At least he’s happy,"* he grumbled. *"Finally good for somethin’, damn extras—"* He cut himself off, biting his tongue.

Izuku adjusted the massive baby bag on his shoulder and sidled up to his grumpy husband.
Leaning in, he pressed a small kiss into Katsuki’s hair.

---

When breakfast ended, Katsuki scowled as he signaled the waiter.
After swiftly paying the bill and tucking his wallet away, he handed Shoto to Izuku.
*"You carry him this time. No stroller, hat still on?"*

Izuku smiled.
He cradled Shoto against his chest.
*"Still on. Bag’s ready too. We’re good to go."*

*"Shopping mall?"*
Katsuki’s voice was still gruff, but the smile tugging at his lips was unmistakable.

Izuku nodded.
*"A few toys for Shoto, some more clothes… Maybe even a baby swing."*

*"For when he wakes up groggy,"* Katsuki muttered, his eyes lingering on Shoto’s little chin.
He brushed a finger against it lightly, and Shoto let out a tiny noise, thinking he was being tickled.

As they stepped outside, a few more curious onlookers lingered by the door.
Cameras were already raised, ready.

But this time, Katsuki turned and even posed.

Izuku burst out laughing.
*"What’s this, Kacchan? Getting used to the spotlight?"*

*"Not ‘used to it,’"* Katsuki grumbled.
*"But if we’ve got a baby this damn cute, I’m gonna enjoy watching jaws drop."*

Shoto, nestled in his arms with his little blue hat, looked like a tiny star.
Izuku with the giant baby bag slung over his shoulder, Katsuki’s hand in his…
As the three of them set off toward the mall, even the sky seemed brighter.

---

Wandering through the mall’s wide corridors, the trio finally stepped into a store bursting with colorful, plush toys.
The moment they entered, Shoto, still in Izuku’s arms, quietly took in the surroundings.

Teddy bears, giant pandas, tiny snow leopards, penguins… The shelves felt like a portal to another world.
But Shoto stayed silent.
He just turned his head slowly, eyes scanning the plushies, then clutched Izuku’s shirt tighter, sucking his pacifier a little faster.

Katsuki watched from a step behind, observing the quiet hesitation.
When he saw the tiny hands not reaching out—but the gaze lingering—his jaw set.
He’d buy the most expensive damn thing in this store if he had to. But Shoto still looked unsure, like he wasn’t sure if he *deserved* to want anything.

Katsuki stepped forward and gave Shoto’s back a firm but loving pat.
*"Hey, listen up, princess."*
His voice was softer than usual, but still firm.
*"Point at what you want, got it? We’ll buy the whole damn store if you ask. Hell, I’ll flood our house with so many plushies they’ll spill out the windows."*

Izuku smiled, stroking Shoto’s cheek.
*"Just show us, Shoto. Today’s your day—every day with you is special."*

Shoto turned his head slowly. His little strawberry-scented nose twitched toward the plush penguins.
But then he hesitated, as if afraid to want *too much*.
His eyes dimmed slightly.

Katsuki leaned down, pressing his forehead to Shoto’s.
*"Let me tell you something,"* he whispered.
*"You’re the most important part of this family. That’s your damn right. And we’re your dads. Because we love you."*

At that, Shoto’s lips twitched. His tiny finger lifted…
…and pointed at the plush snow leopard. His eyes were still shy—but no longer hiding.

Izuku’s voice was thick as he whispered:
*"A snow leopard… just like our little, strong cub."*

Katsuki immediately grabbed it off the shelf.
Then the penguin, the bear, the tiny fox—whatever that little finger pointed at, into the cart it went.

*"We’re turning into shopping addicts because of you,"* he grumbled, but the curve of his lips was soft.

Izuku laughed, leaning into Katsuki’s ear.
*"And when the plushies don’t fit, we’ll clear out the guest room."*

Katsuki rolled his eyes.
*"No. If the room fills up, I’m not sleeping on the bed. You can go cuddle the plushie army."*

Izuku burst out laughing.
Shoto giggled along, his tiny smile wrapping around their hearts.

Right there, in the middle of the store, between a plush snow leopard and a penguin, their little family of three was in the warmest place in the world.
Because there was something bigger than a toy bought with love:
The feeling of *belonging* that came with it.

---

As they walked through the bustling mall, camera flashes still popped. Some from afar, some up close—phones raised, cameras recording nonstop. What should’ve been an ordinary shopping trip had turned into a public spectacle.

Katsuki’s brows furrowed again.

*"I swear, I’m blowing up the next phone that flashes,"* he growled, rolling his shoulders.

Izuku giggled at his grumbling.
*"Good thing you’re a hero so they can’t arrest you,"* he whispered.

Katsuki didn’t answer, just rolled his eyes—but his smirk was obvious. Shoto, oblivious to their exchange, was staring intently at something in the distance.

A stand.
Fresh strawberry desserts.
Creamy, bite-sized jelly cakes. Glazed strawberries on top, wrapped in baby-blue packaging…

Shoto went still.
Then, slowly, he turned his head and looked at his dad.
And then…
…he tugged Katsuki’s shirt with his tiny hands.
Pacifier still in his mouth, but his eyes locked onto the dessert stand.
Hesitant, like he was asking, *"Is this too much?"*

Izuku let out a soft *"Oh…"* at the sight.
*"Look… he’s asking for something himself."*

Katsuki glanced down at the tiny fist gripping his shirt.
Then at the stand Shoto was eyeing.
And finally, at those shy, hopeful eyes.

He leaned down slightly.
His voice, for once, was nothing but soft.

*"You want this, pretty boy?"*

Shoto gave the tiniest nod.
Still sucking his pacifier, but his gaze never left the strawberry treat.

Katsuki’s lips curled.
*"Course we’re getting it. The biggest one."*

Izuku hugged Shoto closer, smiling.
*"Then today’s dessert day. You’ve earned it, little one…"*

Katsuki strode to the stand.
*"Three of them. Freshest ones. One’s for the tiny prince."*

As the vendor eagerly packed them, Shoto watched, eyes wide.
There was awe in his gaze—the kind that came from realizing, *for the first time*, that he could ask for something and receive it.

While they waited, Izuku whispered:
*"That was his first ‘I want this’ moment. Small for us, but for him…"*

Katsuki returned with three boxes.
The smallest one, wrapped in baby-blue paper, was just for Shoto.

The little one reached out, hands trembling slightly as he took it.
His whole world, in that moment, was wrapped in a tiny strawberry treat.
To be loved, seen, heard…
It was all his now.

---

They settled on a bench in the mall’s open seating area, surrounded by people but still the center of attention.
Izuku held Shoto in his lap, carefully breaking off small pieces of the dessert with a tiny plastic fork and feeding him.
Shoto ate eagerly—not out of hunger, but pure delight, especially for the fresh cream.

One bite, one suck on his pacifier.
One bite, tiny fingers swiping at his cream-covered lips.
Katsuki watched with such open affection that it almost made a mockery of his "King of Explosive Temper" reputation.

When a big dollop of cream landed on Shoto’s nose, Izuku couldn’t resist.
*"Aww… look at you, our little pastry chef!"* He giggled, pulling out his phone for a picture.

Shoto tilted his head, cream smeared on his lips.
The laughter of his two dads made passersby smile.

Flashes still went off, but no one cared anymore.
Izuku gently wiped Shoto’s cheek.
*"You might just have the sweetest face in the world,"* he murmured.
Katsuki leaned in and kissed the top of Shoto’s head.
*"And the stickiest,"* he added with a smirk.

Then Katsuki’s eyes caught on something.

His brows shot up. He paused, then stood abruptly.
*"One sec,"* he said, short and clipped.
*"Be right back."*

Izuku blinked after him.
*"What’s up?"* he mumbled, but Katsuki was already gone.

Shoto pouted at his dad’s retreating figure, eyes fixed on his back.

A few minutes later, Katsuki returned through the crowd.
In his hand, floating on a string—
A balloon.

But not just any balloon.

A penguin.
Gray and white, with bright eyes and a plush, rounded body.
Inside the transparent balloon, the stuffed penguin was surrounded by tiny glittering snowflakes. Every time it swayed, the snowflakes swirled, making it look like the penguin was waddling through the Arctic.

Izuku covered his mouth.
*"Oh… Katsuki…"*

Shoto’s eyes widened.
At first, he didn’t understand.
But when he realized what his dad was holding…
…his pacifier fell from his mouth.

Katsuki knelt, bringing the balloon to Shoto’s eye level.
*"Look. It followed you. This penguin? It’s yours now."*

Shoto’s tiny hands trembled as he reached out.
His palms brushed the balloon, fingers splaying in wonder.
His cheeks pinked, his eyes shining…

A soft, breathy sound escaped him around his pacifier.
Whether it meant anything, who knew?
But the two men who heard it—their eyes welled up.

Izuku pressed his cheek to Shoto’s head.
Katsuki carefully placed the balloon’s string in Shoto’s grip, wrapping his own fingers around the tiny ones to help hold it.

The crowd, the flashes, the stares…
None of it mattered.
In that moment, with a penguin balloon between them, the whole world stood still.

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**Katsuki carefully tied the balloon string around Shoto's wrist, but not before locking eyes with the baby for a moment.**

Shoto's face held that familiar hesitant yet innocent glow—as if silently asking, *"Am I really the one who gets to be this happy?"*

As the balloon floated gently upward, it would never touch the ground again—because now it had a tiny owner to belong to.

Shoto watched in awe as the string was secured around his chubby wrist. When the tension made the plush penguin inside spin, the glittering snowflakes swirling around it, something miraculous happened.

A star seemed to touch his heart.

His tiny fingers reached up toward Katsuki's face—first brushing his cheeks, then tracing under his eyes, before finally pressing his forehead against Katsuki's.

Warm.
Silent.
But it was a *thank you* that needed no words.

Katsuki forgot to breathe for a second. He blinked, pressed his forehead firmer against Shoto's, and whispered:

*"You're welcome, baby..."*

Izuku's heart clenched. The way these two had found each other—it was nothing short of a miracle.

But reality was inevitable.

As they gathered their bags (Izuku still lugging the massive diaper bag), Katsuki carried Shoto, whose tiny fist clutched the balloon string like a lifeline.

Just as they reached the car—

**Flash.**

**Flash.**

A tidal wave of screams:

*"Dynamight! Is Shoto your son?!"*
*"Deku! Is it true you breastfeed him?!"*
*"WHO DOES HE LOOK LIKE—YOU OR HIM?!"*
*"WHEN WILL HIS IDENTITY BE REVEALED?!"*

Katsuki's eyebrows twitched. His eyes burned. But he remembered the baby in his arms.

He counted in his head. *One. Two. Three.*

Then, barely moving his lips:

*"You can all go to hell..."*

And with Shoto safely turned away, he flipped them off with a smirk.

Izuku shook his head disapprovingly but couldn’t help smiling. He adjusted his cap lower, glancing at Shoto—still clinging to his balloon, eyes wide with curiosity.

*"Stay in your dad’s arms, little one,"* he whispered. *"Let’s go home together."*

They barely managed to push through the crowd. Katsuki was still growling as he yanked the car door open.

*"One day, I swear I’ll blow them all up."*

Izuku laughed.

*"I’d be shocked if you didn’t,"* he murmured, buckling Shoto into the backseat and tucking the penguin balloon beside him.

The engine roared to life. Slowly, the car filled with quiet peace.

And once again, three hearts were on their way home.

---

**Later that night...**

Shoto’s nursery was serene—snowflake-patterned walls, the penguin balloon tied to his crib, new plushies carefully arranged. But despite the comfort, his tiny body squirmed restlessly.

Katsuki noticed first. The slight tension in his face, the faint redness under his eyes, the way he chewed his pacifier...

*"Izuku,"* he whispered, voice tight. *"Something’s wrong."*

Izuku was at his side instantly. Shoto sucked his pacifier quietly, eyes glistening but saying nothing.

*"Sweetheart..."* Izuku knelt to his level. *"Do you need to go potty?"*

Shoto’s eyes widened slightly before darting away. He shook his head, but his lips trembled. The shame was crushing him.

*"Baby..."* Izuku softened. *"You couldn’t go, could you? Does it hurt?"*

A tiny, reluctant nod.

Katsuki immediately scooped him up, cradling him against his chest. Shoto hiccuped silently, tears slipping down—quiet, ashamed tears.

*"Shhh... Hey. It’s okay,"* Katsuki murmured. *"Not your fault. You’ve never dealt with this before. It’s normal, got it?"*

Izuku stroked his back. *"We’re right here. We’ll help."*

Katsuki checked him gently. *"He’s clenched up too tight,"* he muttered. *"Let’s get him comfortable."*

They carried him to the changing table, Katsuki murmuring the whole time:
*"You’re our little miracle, okay? These things happen. But you’re not alone anymore."*

Shoto’s hiccups slowed. The fear in his eyes faded into quiet understanding.

Izuku pressed his cheek to Shoto’s. *"We’re proud of you. Always."*

And under the soft nursery lights, between his two fathers, Shoto remembered—he would never be alone again.

---

**Aftercare**

Katsuki knelt beside the changing table, one hand resting on Shoto’s tiny stomach, massaging in slow circles.

*"Relax... Daddy’s got you,"* he whispered, voice uncharacteristically tender. *"No more pain, princess."*

Izuku smiled. *"He’s really good at this. Even fixed me up years ago, remember?"*

Katsuki rolled his eyes (*"I’ve always been number one"*), but smirked when Shoto let out a tiny, content sound—his belly finally easing.

A few minutes later, Shoto’s legs shifted.

*"I think it’s happening,"* Izuku said softly, pride in his voice. *"You’re doing so well."*

And then—relief.

Katsuki kissed his forehead. *"There you go. Good job."*

Izuku kissed his tiny fingers. *"So brave."*

Exhausted but comforted, Shoto’s eyes grew heavy.

---

**Later, in the nursery...**

Izuku rocked him gently, Shoto’s grip still tight on his shirt. Katsuki stood behind them, fingers threading through Izuku’s hair as they watched over their sleeping son.

*"He’s out,"* Izuku whispered.

*"In your arms again,"* Katsuki murmured, smiling. *"Always falls asleep like this after feeding."*

They tucked him into his crib, the penguin balloon bobbing above him—a silent guardian in the night.

And for the first time in their lives, *home* felt truly complete.
The plush snow leopards, penguins, and teddy bears were carefully arranged around the crib—standing guard like a silent patrol over their sleeping baby.**

The two fathers lingered a moment longer before quietly retreating to the living room.

Izuku sank into the couch while Katsuki grabbed the remote. The TV flickered to life, immediately displaying a familiar scene:

*Themselves.*

Caught on camera outside the mall, bags in hand.

Izuku burst out laughing. *"Oh god, we don’t look half bad from this angle."*
Katsuki scowled. *"The whole damn country’s obsessed with us."*

The news anchor gushed:

> *"Today, the Wonder Duo—Dynamight and Deku—were spotted shopping for their child for the first time! The hashtag #Daddynamight has skyrocketed. Here’s exclusive footage of their family outing!"*

The screen cut to a shot of Katsuki crouching in the toy aisle, Shoto in his arms, reaching for the giant snow leopard plush. Izuku stood beside him, grinning.

The caption beneath read:

> *"A child’s hero fathers."*

Katsuki groaned. *"Just what we needed…"*

Izuku giggled at his expression. *"But we *are* cute. You can’t deny that."* He pulled out his phone, scrolling through social media tags. *"Listen to this one—‘I’m sobbing because Shoto gets to be their kid.’"*

*"People have too much time on their hands…"* Katsuki muttered—but there was a stubborn glint of pride in his eyes. *"At least this time we did something useful."*

Izuku leaned against him. *"I think we did the *right* thing."*

Katsuki stretched out, pressing a kiss to his husband’s forehead.
*"And the best one."*

The camera lingered on the quiet scene:
*A baby asleep in his crib. Two men tangled together on the couch. And in the background, the never-ending news cycle.*

This house was complete.

---

### **Later That Night**

The living room lights were dimmed. The TV had gone silent, leaving only the soft glow of the screen. Katsuki lounged against Izuku, legs sprawled across the couch, while Izuku’s eyelids drooped. Warmth, silence, and the weight of the day draped over them like a blanket.

Then—

A faint *"tap"* from the nursery.
Followed by soft *"pat pat pat"* sounds.

Both men bolted upright.

*"Did you hear that?"* Izuku whispered, eyes wide.
Katsuki’s head snapped toward the hallway. *"Oh god—"*

A tiny figure stood in the doorway.

**Shoto.**

He’d climbed out of his crib *alone*, lowered himself silently to the floor, and now stood—wobbly but determined—in his penguin-patterned onesie. His sleepy eyes locked onto them, pacifier bobbing as he mumbled around it.

*"SHOTO!"* Izuku gasped.
*"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET DOWN?!"* Katsuki barked—too loud.

The baby froze. His eyes widened. His pacifier nearly fell.

They rushed to him. Izuku scooped him up, scanning for injuries. No scratches, but his little lips trembled. Tears welled in his eyes. His heartbeat fluttered like a trapped bird against Izuku’s palm.

Katsuki dropped to his knees. His voice, usually rough, turned unbearably soft:
*"Baby… we just got scared. You scared us."*

Izuku stroked his hair. *"We’re not mad, sweetheart. But you can’t do that again, okay? You could’ve gotten hurt."*

Shoto didn’t cry. Just buried his face in Izuku’s shoulder.
As if to say, *"I understand."*

Katsuki reached out, rubbing his back.
*"Gotta admit, your stealth mission was impressive,"* he muttered. *"Nearly gave me a heart attack, brat."*

Izuku kissed his forehead.
*"You never have to do anything alone here, okay?"*

---

### **The Aftermath**

Katsuki studied Shoto—still clinging to his pacifier, still trusting them even after their panic. Something ached deep in his chest. This tiny body had sought them out in the dark. *Wanted* to be near them.

*"C’mere,"* he murmured, opening his arms. *"Let’s get you back to bed."*

Shoto reached for him without hesitation. Izuku smiled, adjusting his onesie. *"Your place is with us, little star."*

The three of them padded down the hall. The nightlight cast Shoto’s floating penguin balloon against the wall—a silent guardian.

In their bedroom, Katsuki laid him between them. The bed dwarfed him, but when Izuku and Katsuki curled around him, Shoto melted into the safety of their presence.

His wide eyes darted between them as Izuku stroked his hair.
*"We’re right here. We’ll stay till you sleep."*

Katsuki tucked the blanket around him, then kissed his forehead, his nose.
*"Sweet dreams, you little menace."*

Shoto studied them both—then lifted his hands.
Grabbed Izuku’s finger.
Clutched Katsuki’s wrist.

As if to say: *"Don’t let go."*

Izuku’s voice, barely audible, began to hum:
🎵 *"Hero too, I am a hero too…"*

Katsuki joined in, rough at first, then smoother:
🎵 *"My heart is set, and I won’t back down…"*

Shoto’s eyelids fluttered. His breathing slowed.
Izuku whispered: *"You’re our hero. And we’re yours."*

Katsuki kissed his forehead one last time.
*"We’re together now."*

A tiny sigh. Then—sleep.

---

### **The Unspoken Truth**

Later, in the dark, Izuku turned to Katsuki.
*"He climbed out. By himself,"* he breathed, still awed.

Katsuki shook his head. *"And crawled all the way to us. Fuckin’ unreal."* His gaze dropped to Shoto’s sleeping face. *"Still can’t believe it."*

Izuku muffled a laugh in the pillow. *"My first thought was, *Why is this baby on the floor?*"* Then his voice thickened. *"But he just… wanted us."*

Katsuki exhaled. *"That stubborn little face. Scared the shit out of me."* He fake-glared. *"Tomorrow, the crib rail goes higher. What if he’d fallen?"*

Izuku nodded. *"We’ll be careful. But… look how much he’s learning. How much he trusts us."*

Katsuki’s voice dropped to a whisper. *"First time someone stayed for him. First time no one left. And now… he knows *we* won’t."*

Izuku rested his head on Katsuki’s shoulder. *"You’re his hero."*

Katsuki turned, their eyes meeting in the dark. *"No. We’re his family. That’s bigger."*

---

### **The Dream**

Shoto slept deeply, his penguin plush tucked close.

In his dream, he stood in a world of white—stars underfoot, the sky a deep violet. The ground was warm snow. In his hand, the penguin.

Two figures approached.

One knelt, arms open. Green hair swayed. The voice matched the one that sang him to sleep:
*"Come here, baby."*

Shoto stepped forward—hesitant, then faster. When Izuku hugged him, his scent was strawberries and vanilla. His heartbeat steady against Shoto’s back.

Then warmth at his shoulders. Katsuki’s arms wrapped around them both. His smirk was soft.
*"You’re not alone anymore. We’re here. Got it?"*

Shoto looked up. *"You’ll stay?"*

Katsuki kissed his forehead.
*"Always. We’re your family."*

Izuku murmured: *"And we love you so much, Shoto…"*

At the dream’s end, Shoto held both their hands. His grip was small but sure. As his eyes closed, the night’s melody echoed:

*"Hero too, I am a hero too…"*

And then—

In the real world, a single tear slipped free.
It traced his cheek but couldn’t erase his smile.

For the first time, even in dreams, he felt safe.
And that tear?
It wasn’t grief for lost years.
It was a silent *thank you* for love found.

Chapter Text

All night long, three hearts had beaten in the same rhythm.
But the same darkness would also unite three minds.

Dream...
This time, it didn’t begin with a dazzling white.
It was cold.
A metallic training room, where dozens of shades of gray intertwined...

The floor was filthy.
From a drain in the corner, the stench of rotting raw meat and sweat rose.
A flickering, broken fluorescent light hung from the ceiling, crackling as it burned.
And in the center of the room...

A child.

His skin was pale.
His hands were pressed to his stomach.
Vomit and tears had mixed together.
His shoulders trembled.
Shoto.

And in his arms... a stuffed rabbit.
Though it was far from stuffed anymore.

Its head had been torn off.
Its insides had been ripped out.
Its cotton and pieces were scattered across the floor.
That small child, that pitiful child who was seen as nothing but "trash," still clung tightly to it.

A man stood before him.

He had no face.
Only a silhouette.
But his voice...
It sent a familiar chill through Izuku and Katsuki, a feeling that froze them from the inside.

> “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOOD FOR, HUH?
YOU CAN’T GET STRONG BY CRYING!
INSTEAD OF WHINING LIKE A BABY, FIGHT!
YOU THINK YOU’LL BE A HERO WITH THAT RABBIT? TRASH!
PEOPLE LIKE YOU BELONG IN THE DAMN DUMPSTER!”

The man slammed his bat against the floor.

Little Shoto flinched.
He fell to his knees.
And he kept sobbing, crying uncontrollably.
The bruises on his knees were so dark they almost looked blue.

Katsuki tried to lunge forward.
But...
His leg wouldn’t move.

He strained his shoulder.
His body was frozen.

Izuku’s eyes welled up.
“No… this… this is our Shoto…” he murmured.

But his voice didn’t feel like his own, vanishing into the air before it could be heard.
They couldn’t move forward.
They couldn’t reach out.
They couldn’t touch him.

Someone... or something...
Was holding them back.

As if this past didn’t even want its own witnesses.

And the dream... shattered with a scream.
It was little Shoto’s voice:

> “DON’T GO…
I WANT TO ESCAPE THIS PLACE…”

---

Katsuki was the first to jolt awake.
Sweat dripped from his hairline down to his temples.
His heart was pounding wildly.
His left arm was still trembling.
Izuku opened his eyes right after.
He took a deep breath. His throat was dry.

His gaze slowly shifted to the left.

And there he was.
Shoto.

Not in his crib.
In the middle of their bed, his strawberry-scented pacifier in his mouth,
his tiny hands clutching both men’s shirts.
His cheeks were flushed with peace,
his knees curled up to his chest as he slept.

Izuku leaned down, pressing a kiss into the strands of his hair.
Katsuki spoke quietly, but with deep conviction:

> “Never...
These nightmares won’t come back, understand?
I promise…”

Izuku whispered:

> “No one will ever hit him again…
No one will ever call him ‘trash’…
Because he’s ours… our everything.”

For a while, silence filled the bedroom.
The ceiling loomed over them, heavy with the cold tones of the night.

Izuku slowly sat up.
His back leaned against the wall, his eyes still fixed on Shoto’s curled-up form.
Katsuki, meanwhile, was still trying to steady his breathing.
His chest rose and fell with the panicked rhythm of someone who had just woken from a nightmare.

Katsuki broke the silence:

> “That… was a dream.
Just a nightmare… right?”

Izuku didn’t answer.
His eyes were distant.
But his lips trembled.
He shook his head.

> “No.
Kacchan…
That crying…
That rabbit…
That voice…
No child cries like that.
It can’t just be our subconscious.”

Katsuki gritted his teeth. His fists clenched the blanket beneath him.

> “Who was that man?
Who the hell talks to a child like that?
That ‘trash’ comment…
Damn it…
What kind of training is that?!”

Izuku turned his gaze to Shoto.
His tiny hands were still gripping their shirts.
As if even in sleep, he refused to let go.

> “Maybe that’s why…
He’s so hesitant to be touched.
Maybe that’s why he never asks for anything.
That fear in his eyes…
Even today, he looked ashamed just glancing at those stuffed animals.
Because once, they made him destroy that rabbit.”

Katsuki slowly buried his face in his hands.
His voice was a mix of anger and helplessness:

> “There’s a whole world he’s hiding from us…
He’s so quiet, we can’t even hear him screaming.”

Tears began to slip from Izuku’s eyes.

> “Do you think…
That was a glimpse of Shoto’s past?
Like…
That memory was shown to us as a cry for help.
It was trying to pull us in.”

Katsuki fell silent.
A long, heavy quiet settled over the room.
Only the sound of their baby’s sleeping breaths filled the air.

Finally, Katsuki lifted his head.
His eyes searched Izuku’s for an answer.

> “If that was the past…
And if we were really this late to his pain…
Then…
We have a lot to make up for, Deku.”

Izuku nodded.

> “And we’ll do it together.
Whatever happened…
Whatever they put him through…
There are three of us now.
And no one will ever leave him alone again.”

Katsuki reached out.
He took Izuku’s hand.
Beneath their intertwined fingers, Shoto’s tiny hand was still gripping tightly.

> “Even in the dark…
We’ll never let go of him.”

As the first light of morning gently filtered into the room, Katsuki and Izuku still carried the weight of the dream they had seen.
But they were doing everything they could to keep Shoto from feeling it.
Their baby’s peaceful sleep was their greatest solace now.

Katsuki, still tense but forcing calm, headed toward the kitchen.
Izuku followed with soft steps, his eyes deep in thought.
Though unspoken, the traces of the dream lingered in their every move.

As they prepared breakfast, both were silent, moving with careful, almost fragile precision.
The eggs lightly sizzling in the pan, the freshly cut fruit, the small plates on the table—
Every detail reflected their love and protective instincts for their baby.

Katsuki, carefully slicing Shoto’s favorite fruit, muttered to himself, “We’ll be strong today.”
Izuku replied softly, “No matter what, we’re together.”

Despite the fear and worry they carried, in this moment of purity, they had vowed to be strong for him.
For him, they were preparing a quiet, gentle morning—full of love.

Shoto was still in bed, his small body delicate and fragile.
Due to his young age, he hadn’t yet been allowed to walk.
As Katsuki and Izuku prepared breakfast in the early morning, the weight of their dreams and fears hadn’t fully left them.
A faint tiredness lingered in their eyes, but their hearts burned with the desire to protect.

Suddenly, a soft cry broke the silence of the house.
Both froze for a second, exchanged glances, then quickly made their way to the baby’s room.

Katsuki led the way, his steps slightly hesitant—a father’s tremor of fear at the thought of hurting that tiny being.
Izuku followed silently, his heart pounding with worry.

When they opened the door, Shoto was pushing weakly at the blanket with his small hands.
His little eyes met theirs, and instead of fear or confusion, a spark of trust and love flickered in them.

Katsuki immediately knelt beside him, gently stroking his cheek.
“It’s okay, baby. We’re here,” he murmured softly.

Izuku held out his arms. “Come here, I’ve got you,” he whispered, lifting him gently.
Shoto clutched their shirts, his pacifier bobbing slightly as if to say, *I’m here, I’m okay.*

Katsuki rubbed his back gently. “Why were you crying, little prince?” he asked, voice laced with concern.
Izuku rocked him softly, humming a lullaby under his breath.

In that moment, the bond between the three of them deepened beyond words—unshakable, full of trust.
Little Shoto felt no fear, only the warmth of being held, safe in his fathers’ hands.

Katsuki and Izuku exchanged a glance, relief washing over them.
The sound of their baby’s soft breathing replacing his cries was their greatest comfort.

In the kitchen, the soft morning light streamed through the window, casting warmth over the table.
Izuku settled Shoto into his high chair while Katsuki arranged breakfast—fresh orange juice, cheeses, steamed eggs, and the fruit purees Izuku had carefully prepared.Little Shoto was still rubbing his eyes, as if not fully awake yet, but he was slowly perking up at the sound of his fathers' voices.
Katsuki held out a spoonful of mashed banana to him, murmuring, "Come on, baby, breakfast first."
Izuku smiled as he felt Shoto gently rest his head against his shoulder and pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

Just then, Katsuki's phone buzzed.
The name on the screen was familiar: *Kirishima*.

Katsuki groaned. "Ugh… The day just started."

But he didn’t reject the call. He answered.
Kirishima’s energetic face appeared on the screen, Mina’s voice clearly audible in the background.

**"BAKUBRO!!"** Kirishima’s voice exploded through the phone as if he hadn’t seen Katsuki in years.
**"When can we see that little miracle?! Mina literally talked about it all night! We wanna come over!"**

Mina immediately cut in,
**"IZUKUUUU!! BAKUBABEE, please, we’re dying of curiosity! We promise we won’t stay long, just a quick peek and we’ll go—"**

Izuku giggled.
He glanced at Shoto, who was calmly chewing on his fruit puree in his lap. "What do you say, Shoto? Should Uncle and Auntie come see you?"

Shoto pressed his tiny hand against Izuku’s shirt, his curious eyes drifting toward the phone screen.
As if he vaguely remembered these loud voices… but still felt a little shy.

Katsuki interjected, adjusting the phone in his hand. "Fine, come over. But don’t get too wild. He’s still really small," he said, though his tone wasn’t harsh—just soft.

Kirishima immediately jumped in,
**"PROMISE! We’ll be quiet, no yelling, right Mina?!"**

Mina nodded vigorously,
**"No yelling at all! Just… wanna pinch his little nose and kiss his tiny feet."**

Katsuki sighed, lowering the phone and taking a sip of orange juice.
"These idiots…"

Izuku leaned his head against his husband’s shoulder.
"They’re family too, after all," he whispered.

Meanwhile, Shoto was already dipping his fingers into the fruit puree, making a mess.
But it didn’t matter.

Because that table wasn’t just for three anymore—it was one of the first mornings of a family slowly growing, expanding with love.

---

The house was filled with a light bustle of anticipation. Shoto’s cheerfulness had peaked in the morning hours.
After breakfast, the baby, who had been passed from lap to lap, was now rolling around with his fathers among his toys—plush snow leopards, mini hero figures, and squeaky balls.

Katsuki sat at the edge of the playmat, laughing as Shoto poked his little fingers at his nose.
"Hey, munchkin! You’re all sweaty—gonna have to change you now."

But before he could, Izuku scooped Shoto up with a soft chuckle.
"I’ll handle it, love," he said. "Let me get him changed so he’s nice and fresh when our guests arrive."

Shoto nestled his head against Izuku’s shoulder with a content hum as they walked toward his room.

Katsuki exhaled, stretching slightly to savor the quiet before heading to the kitchen.
He had prepared strawberry iced drinks for Mina and homemade lemonade for Kirishima.
Carefully placing the two large glasses on a tray, he carried them to the living room table.

Just as he set the drinks down…
The doorbell rang.

Katsuki lifted his head, muttering to himself, "Here they come, already chirping like birds…"
But an involuntary grin tugged at his lips. Because no matter how much he denied it, seeing his friends made him happy too.

Footsteps carried him to the door. The excitement of letting them in was a prelude to warmth—to Shoto being passed around in loving arms once more.
The door creaked open slightly. A brief silence followed, then—

**"KATSUKIIII!!"**
Mina’s excitement practically shook the apartment.

Katsuki rolled his eyes.
"Just opened the door, no need to burst my eardrums, Pinky."

Kirishima cut in with his usual grin,
**"Ahaha, glad we made it! Thought you weren’t gonna let us in for a sec."**

"Just get inside already, spread out in the living room," Katsuki said, arms wide.

Mina bounced in on her heels, chirping, **"Where’s that little cutie? I came to sniff his tiny face!"**

Kirishima glanced around, eyes catching on the toys, plushies, and colorful bottles.
**"Wow… This place is a baby paradise. Not a house anymore—a nursery!"** he said, eyes sparkling.

Katsuki sighed.
"We haven’t even started yet. If we have a second one, we’ll probably transform the whole place, I swear."

Mina shrieked, **"WHAT?!"**

**"He’s joking!"** Kirishima laughed, then added, **"...Probably."**

Katsuki leaned back against the couch, arm draped over the back.
"Shoto’s getting changed right now. Izuku’ll bring him out in a sec. He got all sweaty playing."

**"We can’t wait—we literally argued on the way here about who gets to hold him first!"** Mina said, rubbing her hands together excitedly.

Just then, a soft giggle echoed from the hallway.

And then…

Izuku appeared in the doorway, Shoto in his arms—dressed in a fresh navy-blue onesie.
The baby was quietly sucking on his pacifier, his eyes a mix of gray and blue, like a snow-covered sky.
His cheeks were still pink from laughter, his hair slightly messy, but his gaze was alert and curious as he took in the room.

Izuku smiled.
"Look who’s here… He giggled when he heard you were coming."

Katsuki spread his arms. **"And here we go!"**

Shoto, still not fully registering the two new faces, locked eyes with his dad first.
And then… that familiar gesture:
Tiny arms reached out toward Katsuki, fingers twitching midair, waiting to be caught.

Katsuki stood and took Shoto into his arms.
"What’s up, baby? Missed me after, what, five minutes?"

Mina was already whispering, eyes misty,
**"How… How can a baby be this adorable?!"**

Kirishima clutched his chest.
**"I can’t take it—I need to hug him. Please, can we hold him just for a sec?"**

Shoto’s shy but bright eyes flickered between them now, curiosity growing.
His little hands were securely fisted in Katsuki’s shirt, but his interest in the new faces was undeniable.

Izuku kissed his baby’s cheek.
"What do you say, little star? Wanna meet the people who adore you today?"

---

Shoto, sitting safely in Katsuki’s strong arms, studied the two cheerful strangers with his gray-blue eyes.
His pacifier was still in his mouth, but he was sucking a little harder—a sign he was uneasy.

Mina stood up, approaching slowly.
"Hi there, handsome," she cooed softly, holding out her hands where he could see them.
"I’m Mina. I’ve been so curious about you… If you’ll let me, I’d love a little hug."

But Shoto quickly buried his face in Katsuki’s chest.
His tiny fists clenched the fabric. His body trembled slightly. He was embarrassed—maybe something in their voices triggered a memory.

Kirishima stepped closer too, standing beside Mina. His smile was warm, unthreatening.
"No pressure, little man," he said. "But know this… We already love you. From the moment we first saw you."

Izuku smiled faintly, though his eyes held a trace of worry. He stood beside Katsuki, gently rubbing Shoto’s back.
"Shoto’s social skills… will take some time," he said softly.
"Before, no one really ‘approached’ him the right way. He wasn’t shown affection—just demands. He’s still getting used to it now."

Katsuki tilted his head, whispering in Shoto’s ear:
"They won’t hurt you. But if you don’t wanna go, they won’t come closer. Promise."
Then, he looked up at Mina.
"He’s skittish. Sometimes even scared of his own shadow. But when he’s ready… he’ll come to you."

Mina paused, then knelt down.
"That’s totally fine… We’ll be here. Always here. Whenever he’s ready."

Kirishima sat cross-legged on the floor.
"And this big red guy? Really good at hide-and-seek. I’ll show you someday!"

Katsuki and Izuku couldn’t help but smile. Shoto peeked out from between his arms, face still shy, but his eyes held a little less fear now.
These weren’t strangers—maybe… just distant friends.

But he still didn’t reach out. Instead, he nestled back into Katsuki’s chest, quietly sucking his pacifier while fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Izuku gazed at the small weight in his arms with love.
"It’ll take time… But he feels the love now."

Katsuki nodded.
"And we’ve got all the time in the world."

---

On the playmat, surrounded by colorful toys, Shoto remained in Katsuki’s lap, his back against his father’s chest as he tugged at the edge of Katsuki’s shirt.
His cheeks were still tinged pink with shyness, but curiosity was slowly winning in his eyes.
Mina and Kirishima sat patiently, waiting for the little boy to trust them.

Kirishima sat cross-legged, spinning the wheel of a toy car. **"Look, Shoto! Vrooom!"**
Mina gently waved a plush bunny. **"This bunny can hop, see?"**

But Shoto didn’t touch the car or the bunny. He turned his head slightly, glancing at Mina, then Kirishima—before quickly hiding his face in Katsuki’s neck again.
As if their bright voices were nice… but still too far away. Touching them was… still too much.

Katsuki looked down at the little body in his arms and smirked.
"Curious, but your shyness is stronger, huh?" he murmured, voice just loud enough for Shoto. Then, he bent down and kissed the top of Shoto’s head.
"No rush, pretty boy. Whenever you’re ready."

Just then, Izuku approached. Kneeling beside them, he leaned in close. His eyes were warm, his voice a whisper.
"Wanna hear a secret?" he said, lips near Shoto’s tiny ear.
"These two… Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri… they’re heroes too. Just like us."

Shoto froze at those words. A spark flickered in his eyes. Slowly, he turned to Izuku, pacifier still in his mouth, then lifted a hand to point at Izuku and Katsuki.

*"Like my daddies?"* his tiny gesture seemed to say.

Izuku grinned, nodding.
"Yeah, exactly. They’re strong and kind, just like your daddies."

Shoto’s eyes widened. Excitement rippled across his face. But he was still in Katsuki’s lap. He *wanted* to go, but he wasn’t used to asking yet. So he turned, looking at Katsuki for permission.

Katsuki, meeting those small, impatient, shy eyes, smirked.
"If you wanna go, you can go, princess," he said. Then, he tilted his head slightly, nuzzling Shoto’s nose with his own—a new, silent signal between them. *You’re safe. Everything’s okay.*

Shoto let out a tiny hum. Then, slowly, he wriggled out of Katsuki’s lap. Crawling toward Mina and Kirishima, he kept glancing back to make sure his daddies were still there.

Mina held out her hand but didn’t touch him.
"Whatever you wanna do, okay, sweetheart?"

Kirishima nodded.
"And if you want, we can play a hero game together!"

Shoto paused, then reached for a plush bear. His eyes sparkled. He had taken his first step. Given his first bit of trust.

And Katsuki and Izuku watched from where they sat, silent pride in their eyes.

---

**"Hello, little man. Can’t believe we’re finally seeing you!"**

Kirishima knelt beside him, his red hair seeming to catch Shoto’s interest. He tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
Shoto’s eyes grew big, darting between Mina and Kiri. His little legs kicked slightly. Then, under Katsuki’s watchful gaze, he slowly reached out. The moment his fingers touched Kiri’s palm, a giggle burst from him.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly.

**"Don’t get too used to it,"** he grumbled, side-eyeing Kiri. Mina burst out laughing, and Izuku smiled.

**"What? He’s never laughed like that for us before!"** Mina said, lifting her phone to snap a picture. **"Look at that smile! This baby’s got model potential!"**

Katsuki, finding Shoto’s laughter a little *too* prolonged, squinted. In one swift motion, he plucked Shoto back from Kiri’s reach and settled him back in his lap. Cradling the baby against his chest, he bumped their noses together.

**"There. Love *us* the most, got it?"** he whispered softly. **"Save all those pretty smiles just for us. Especially don’t give ’em to this big-faced idiot."**

Shoto giggled, his pacifier nearly falling out from how wide he grinned, tiny hands cupping Katsuki’s cheeks. Then, he leaned his forehead gently against Katsuki’s. Katsuki’s expression softened, eyes glowing.

Izuku smirked as he watched, while Mina shook her head in disbelief.

**"I can’t believe it—Katsuki’s jealous! And I never knew the line between jealousy and love could be this cute."**

Katsuki huffed through his nose, but the smile in his eyes was unmistakable. **"Not jealous. Just setting boundaries."**

Izuku giggled, sitting beside Katsuki and tickling Shoto’s feet. **"Good thing your boundaries are this adorable."**

---

Mina Ashido fidgeted excitedly on the couch, phone in hand. She was grinning. Her eyes were still on the video she’d just taken:
Katsuki, jealous over Shoto laughing at Kiri, had snatched the baby back into his arms in one swift motion.
**"Save the best smiles for us, got it?"** he’d whispered, and Shoto had rested his tiny forehead against Katsuki’s as if understanding every word.
The camera had also perfectly caught Izuku smiling fondly at them in the background.

Mina screenshotted the moment and slowly tapped the tweet box.
She was on her personal account—a cheerful, pink-filled social media profile.
But this post… this was different.

**@PinkyQueen💖**
*"So… No one told me Katsuki Bakugou would be this jealous but adorable as a dad 😭💥*
*#Daddynamight #ShotoBaby #JealousButCute*
*(Look at that tiny smile 🥺)”*
🎥 + 📸 [video and pics attached]
**Posted.**

Mina set her phone down on her lap and glanced at Izuku.
*"Let’s see if the world is ready for this."*

Izuku didn’t respond—he just laughed.

---

**Ten minutes later, screens exploded.**

> 🔥 **#Daddynamight**
🍼 **#WonderDuoAndTheirBaby**
💖 **#ShotoBaby**
🐲 *"When did Bakugou get this gentle?? 😭😭😭"*
📸 *"LOOK AT HIM NOSE-BOOPING THE BABY I’M GONNA CRY—"*

Comments flooded in like a tidal wave:

*"Katsuki Bakugou = the sweetest jealous dad 🥺"*

*"Blew up a building this morning, now he’s cuddling like a plushie—my heart can’t take it!"*

*"This kid is so lucky. Love, safety, and warmth... from two dads."*

The video surpassed **2 million views** in hours.

Fan art started pouring in.
One piece showed a tiny Dynamight-costumed Shoto throwing mini punches at his dad’s head.
Another depicted Katsuki kissing the baby while yelling *"Mine!"*—all in an ultra-cute chibi style.

---

**Meanwhile, inside…**

Katsuki was still blissfully unaware.
Shoto sat in his lap, tiny fingers reaching up to tug at his stubble, letting out soft giggles.
Kirishima and Mina exchanged glances, barely holding back laughter.
Izuku whispered: *"Wait for it… He’s about to explode."*

Right on cue, Katsuki’s phone buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
Five times.
**Twenty-five times.**

*"The hell’s going on?"* Katsuki grumbled, scowling at the screen.

**Twitter X**
*"1,835 new notifications."*

He tapped it.

**[You were tagged by @PinkyQueen💖.]**

His eyes widened. He scrolled.
A video.
**One million views.**
Caption: *"Katsuki Bakugou is jealous. And it’s the cutest thing ever."*

*"…ASHIDO!!"* Katsuki roared.
Mina collapsed into giggles on the couch. *"I couldn’t help it! You were too adorable!"*

Izuku was laughing too. *"You would’ve told us not to post it. That’s why we didn’t ask."*

Katsuki dragged his hands down his face.
*"Goddamn media circus… But—"*

Just then, Shoto’s tiny hands cupped his cheeks.
Then, the baby leaned his forehead against Katsuki’s.

Katsuki took a deep breath. Smiled.
*"…Worth it, I guess."*

---

The playmat was strewn with toys.
Shoto, dazed by the attention from Kirishima and Mina, was still smiling—chewing on his pacifier, fingers fiddling with a plush penguin.
Curled safely in Katsuki’s lap, his back against his dad’s arm, he played in peace.

But then… his eyelids grew heavy.
Izuku noticed immediately.

*"Someone’s getting sleepy,"* he whispered with a smile.
Katsuki looked down. Sure enough, Shoto’s eyes were half-lidded. One hand clutched Katsuki’s shirt, the other about to drop his toy.

Before handing him over, Katsuki bent down, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s tiny neck.
He inhaled softly—baby shampoo and warm milk.
*"Go rest, squirt,"* he murmured.

Izuku gently took their son.

*"Wanna say bye to Uncle and Auntie?"* he asked softly.

Shoto paused.
Then, lifted one tiny hand.
A small, shy… but **monumental** little wave.

Kirishima’s eyes blew wide.
*"DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE?? THAT WAS A GOODBYE!"* he whisper-yelled.

Mina giggled. *"I’m not missing this!"*

As Izuku carried Shoto out, Mina jumped up. *"I’m witnessing this miracle too!"*

---

The living room fell quiet.
Just Katsuki and Kirishima now.
Katsuki ran a hand through his hair. *"Damn. A few weeks ago, everything was so… messy. Now? A tiny baby’s napping on my chest."*

Kirishima grinned. *"So. Still Dynamight? Or… Daddy-might?"*

*"Shut up."*

Kirishima grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
But when he flipped channels, both froze.

> 📺 *"Pro Hero Dynamight was spotted today at the mall with his husband Deku and their adopted baby. The family shared heartwarming moments with their little one."*

The screen showed Katsuki holding Shoto, Izuku smiling behind them with a diaper bag.
Shoto’s pacifier was in his mouth, his tiny eyes fixed on a strawberry cream stand.

> 📸 *"The hashtag #Daddynamight quickly trended. Fans say, ‘We’ve never seen Dynamight like this!’ while others debate the impact on his hero image."*

*"My image?"* Katsuki growled.

*"Hey, relax,"* Kirishima laughed. *"Not your image—but the impact on our hearts is huge."*

Katsuki slumped into the couch. *"First time in my life I don’t give a damn what people think. My kid’s asleep. My husband’s safe. And… I’m good right here."*

Just then, another clip played.

> 🖼 *"Dynamight’s jealous moment goes viral! Fans are calling it, ‘That’s OUR smile now!’"*
The video showed Katsuki snatching Shoto back from Kiri, nuzzling their foreheads together.

Kirishima howled with laughter.
*"You’re done, man. This kid softened you. For real."*

Katsuki went quiet.
Then, under his breath:

*"…Hope it stays that way."*

---

Izuku gently patted Shoto’s back as the baby drifted off in his arms, humming the lyrics to *"Hero Too"* in a low, soothing voice:

*"Hold on tight, through darkest nights,
You’re not alone, we’re by your side..."*

Mina’s eyes widened in realization. *"Wait… this song! Isn’t this the one you two sang together at the UA festival years ago?"* she asked excitedly.

Izuku smiled softly and nodded. *"Yeah, it is. Those days were tough… unforgettable. But this song always gave us hope and strength. Now, I sing it to calm Shoto down. I want him to feel that same warmth and safety."*

A genuine smile spread across Mina’s face. She lifted her phone, quietly recording the moment—Izuku’s tender voice, Shoto’s peaceful descent into sleep.

Then, curiosity sparked again. *"Izuku, isn’t it hard? Using such a powerful, hopeful song as a lullaby? The memories, the emotions…"*

Izuku gazed down at his son, his smile unwavering. *"The hard part isn’t remembering those difficult days. What matters is taking the strength and love from them and giving it to Shoto now. Because he’s our future. And every night, with every song, I make sure he feels that."*

Shoto, still nestled in his arms, curled his tiny fingers into Izuku’s shirt. Mina watched, struck by the warmth of the moment—proof that despite life’s hardships, love was the greatest strength of all.

---

Shoto had finally fallen into a deep sleep. Izuku, making sure the baby was comfortable, carefully laid him down in the crib. The little body stretched out on the soft mattress, perfectly at peace. Before leaving, Izuku paused—leaning down to press a kiss to Shoto’s fluffy hair. His fingers brushed gently through the strands as he whispered:

*"Sweet dreams, baby. We’ll always be here for you."*

Then, he reached over and turned on the baby monitor. The room filled with the soft melody of the lullaby, wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

Mina tiptoed closer to the door, her voice hushed but excited. *"This lullaby… it’s really the song from UA, isn’t it? It makes me so happy, Izuku. That’s such a special choice for Shoto."*

Izuku smiled.

*"Yeah, Mina. Those days were hard, but this song carried us through. Now, I want it to be there for Shoto too—to give him hope."*

Chapter Text

Katsuki** let out a fake irritated grumble at **Mina**, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips. *"This crap again? Every damn day, we’re all over the headlines, paparazzi chasing us around. And you just* ***had*** *to share that video, didn’t you? I don’t need this much attention!"*

**Mina**, calm and affectionate, met his gaze with warmth in her eyes. *"Katsuki, I get it, but don’t you see how much this baby’s changed you? Whatever’s behind that shift—it’s something special. These videos, these moments… they warm people’s hearts. You’re inspiring them. The way you are now? Totally different from before. You’re showing everyone what it means to be a father."*

Katsuki blinked, caught off guard, then scowled lightly. *"Changed me? Tch. Maybe. But I’m still* ***me*** *."*

Just then, **Izuku** slipped up beside him, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck from behind the couch. He squeezed tight, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. *"You’re both so beautiful like this. It makes me happy just watching you,"* he murmured, voice tender. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the sudden affection but didn’t hide the way his chest warmed at the words.

Izuku leaned closer, lips brushing Katsuki’s cheek again. *"Y’know… this baby’s helping us rediscover ourselves. We’re becoming better—more patient, more loving."*

Katsuki exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly. *"…Yeah, I guess. But dealing with this paparazzi circus is still a pain. Whatever. The important thing is Shoto. Is he asleep?"*

Izuku smiled. *"Yeah. Out like a light."*

Katsuki took a slow breath, quiet for a moment before murmuring, *"Good. Feels right, knowing he’s safe like that. Kid’s even changed* ***me***. *Kiri and Mina better recognize that."*

**Kirishima**, grinning as he rejoined them, chimed in: *"Oh, we* ***definitely*** *do. It’s wild how much he’s mellowed you out. But in a good way."*

Katsuki huffed, but the corner of his mouth lifted. *"Yeah, well… maybe this tiny gremlin’s whole purpose was to kick our asses into being better people."*

As Katsuki moved to the kitchen island, the others settled onto barstools around him. The evening air was cool, the warm glow of the kitchen lights wrapping them in a quiet comfort.

While Katsuki organized ingredients, Mina leaned forward eagerly. *"So, how’d you two* ***decide*** *on this? It’s such a brave step!"*

Izuku chuckled. *"Monoma and Shinso actually gave us the push. They talked about how ‘different’ families could be just as amazing. It… stuck with us."*

Katsuki crossed his arms, pride threading his voice. *"We wanted our own little world. Shoto deserves safety, love—all of it. This was non-negotiable."*

Mina tilted her head. *"How’s he adjusting? He’s so shy… but he’ll warm up, right?"*

Izuku nodded. *"Bit by bit. He trusts us—that’s what matters."*

Kirishima stretched. *"Hey, the Hero Ranking Gala’s coming up. You guys going? Could be good for Shoto."*

Katsuki’s brow furrowed. *"We* ***have*** *to. But crowds? Not ideal."*

Izuku patted his arm. *"It’s important for him, though. And we’ll be there together—that’ll help."*

Mina clapped her hands. *"And* ***we’ll*** *be there too! Backup squad, activated!"*

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t hide his smirk as he stirred the pan. *"This ‘little’ life’s complicated… but hell if it isn’t worth it."*

As conversation flowed, Mina suddenly groaned. *"Ugh, I still need a gala dress!"*

Izuku laughed. *"Us too. No rush."*

Katsuki shot her a sharp grin. *"Too late, Pinky. You blew your chance."*

Mina gaped. *"Huh?!"*

*"Shouldn’t have fed me to the paparazzi. Could’ve had the Old Hag tailor you something. Now you’re stuck with* ***basic*** *stores."* His smirk widened. *"You too, Shitty Hair. Couple outfits are her* ***favorite*** *—lucky you’re married."*

Katsuki pumped a fist. *"Victory."*

Izuku grinned. *"But seriously, Mitsuki and Masaru’s designs* ***are*** *incredible."*

When Katsuki flipped a pan with flames roaring, Mina yelped—then giggled. *"Bakugo, how are you* ***this*** *extra in the kitchen? Feels like you’re gonna ‘capture’ a lasagna instead of cooking it."*

Katsuki shot her a look, but his eyes crinkled. *"Watch the sass, Raccoon Eyes. Culinary genius at work."*

Kirishima leaned back, grinning. *"Dude, every time—it’s like a warzone in here, but the food’s god-tier. Mina’s right—it’s a whole* ***show*** *."*

Mina winked. *"****Bakugo’s Kitchen****. New reality series. Angry explosive man… who somehow makes dessert taste like heaven."*

Katsuki flipped her off. *"I didn’t* ***invite*** *you freeloaders."*

Izuku giggled, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s waist. *"Babe,* ***you*** *invited them. Admit it—you love your ‘chef mode’."*

*"Not a chef. Y’all just suck."* But he pressed a kiss to Izuku’s temple anyway.

Kirishima fake-swooned. *"The great Bakugou Katsuki—softened by love! Who’d have thought the guy who once yelled ‘DIE!’ now changes diapers?"*

Mina sighed dreamily. *"Shoto melted him. Daddy Dynamight, everyone."*

Katsuki flipped them off again—but his voice was warm. *"Priorities change. And… it’s* ***good*** *."*

Izuku blushed, squeezing his hand. *"Really good."*

When a tiny coo echoed from the nursery, Katsuki stood, rolling his eyes—but his steps were quick. *"I got him. Finish eating."*

Mina clutched her chest. *"That grumpy walk?* ***Adorable***. *He’s gonna call Shoto ‘my little demon’ or something, I* ***know*** *it."*
Kirishima** grinned. *"A few years ago, the same Bakugou who’d yell ‘I’ll blast you to hell if you go soft’ is now sprinting to check on a fussy baby. Gotta admit—my heart’s kinda melting."*

**Izuku** smiled softly around a bite of food. *"Kacchan’s always been like this, really. He just didn’t have the right person—or the right time—to share that love with. Now he’s got Shoto."*

---

When **Katsuki** pushed the nursery door open, the soft glow of the nightlight pooled over the crib. **Shoto** blinked up at him, drowsy but already stretching his tiny arms toward his father’s silhouette.

*"Well, well. Woke up, did ya, princess?"* Katsuki’s voice was low, velvet-rough. As he bent down, Shoto’s hands latched onto his neck.

Settled against Katsuki’s chest, the baby let out a contented sigh, his pacifier bobbing as he nuzzled closer. His eyelids were already drooping. Katsuki tightened his hold, stepping back—but Shoto squirmed, fussing quietly.

*"What’s wrong, huh? Not comfy?"* Katsuki teased.

A tiny grunt around the pacifier. Shoto curled his legs toward his belly.

*"Ah. Got it. Diaper time."*

He grabbed a fresh diaper from the shelf, laying Shoto down on the changing pad and nudging a stuffed penguin aside with his elbow. *"Yeah, yeah. Baby life’s tough, ain’t it?"*

Shoto scrunched his face during the change, but Katsuki distracted him by tickling his belly. *"Hang in there, gorgeous. Almost done."*

Once redressed, Katsuki scooped him up, smoothing the wrinkles from his onesie. Shoto’s head lolled against his shoulder, pacifier bobbing peacefully as they returned to the kitchen.

---

**Izuku** brightened as they reentered. *"Made it back before the food got cold!"*

**Mina** spun around. *"Aww! The little prince is awake!"*

Katsuki rolled his eyes but smirked. *"Barely. Just needed a change. He’s fresh now."*

Izuku stood, leaning in to stroke Shoto’s hair. The baby blinked up at him, heterochromatic eyes flickering between his parents and their guests.

From the hallway, Katsuki’s murmur echoed:
*"You in there, squirt? Bad dream?"*
A tiny whimper answered him.

**Kirishima** chuckled. *"Can’t walk yet, but damn—gets carried around like royalty in this house."*

When Katsuki reappeared, Shoto was draped over his shoulder, onesie rumpled, fingers clutching Katsuki’s shirt.

**Mina** clutched her chest. *"How is something so small* ***this*** *adorable?!"*

**Kirishima** waved. *"Hey, Shoto! Remember us?"*

Shoto blinked sleepily, then tucked his face into Katsuki’s chest—but not before peeking at Mina and Kiri with quiet curiosity.

Izuku reached out. *"Want me to take him? Maybe he’ll sit with us a bit."*

Katsuki passed him over, grinning. *"Still waking up, but… wouldn’t shock me if he starts smilin’ soon."*

In Izuku’s arms, Shoto straightened slightly. As Izuku stroked his cheek, the baby’s gaze drifted to Mina—then, hesitantly, he raised one tiny hand in a half-wave.

**Mina** exploded. *"DID YOU SEE THAT?! HE WAVED! THIS IS MY GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT!"*

---

With Shoto nestled against Izuku’s chest, Katsuki scooped a spoonful of steamed veggie puree from a small bowl. *"Alright, princess. Your turn."*

Izuku angled him gently. *"Papa made this special. Zucchini, carrots… vitamin bomb."*

Shoto took the bite, swallowing with a tiny hum. Katsuki smirked, triumphant, before shoveling a forkful of his own food.

**Kirishima** leaned back. *"Dude. One spoon for the baby, one bite for you. Multitasking king."*

*"You gonna narrate* ***everything*** *now?"* Katsuki grumbled—but his tone was smug.

**Mina** reached for the spoon. *"What if* ***I*** *feed him? Just once?"*

Shoto buried his face in Izuku’s shirt.

*"Denied,"* Katsuki said flatly. *"We’re the only feeders. Period."*

Kiri and Mina howled with laughter. Izuku shook his head, grinning.

*"This dad version of you… still throws me off,"* Mina admitted. *"But damn if this isn’t the coziest family portrait I’ve ever seen."*

Katsuki shrugged. *"If this house has* ***one*** *hero who feeds, changes diapers, and handles the noise? That’s me."*

Izuku nudged a water bottle toward Shoto. *"Though* ***my*** *turn’s coming for night duty this week. Don’t forget."*

*"Quit nitpicking, nerd."*

Shoto fussed sleepily, full and drowsy. Izuku adjusted him, his eyelids fluttering shut.

**Kirishima** watched them, voice softening. *"Y’know… we’ve fought wars, survived missions, but this table? Feels like the real victory."*

**Mina** nodded. *"For the first time… it’s like we’re* ***safe*** *."*

Katsuki set his knife down. His gaze flicked to Shoto, then Izuku’s bowed head. *"That’s what we fought for. This table. This home."*

The room hummed—warm light, quiet clinks, Shoto’s steady breaths. And then, as if sealing the moment, Shoto’s fingers curled around Katsuki’s sleeve.

---

Later, as leftovers cooled, **Kirishima** pulled out his phone. *"Okay, this moment’s getting immortalized. Family selfie!"*

Katsuki didn’t protest. His left hand lingered on Izuku’s chair, fingers brushing his back as Izuku leaned into him. Shoto, now half-asleep, nestled deeper.

Mina giggled as Kiri framed the shot. *"On three—one, two…"*

***Click.***

The photo froze them: four heroes, two now fathers, and between them—a tiny miracle with drowsy blue-gray eyes.

Within minutes, Kiri uploaded it:

> **"KIRISHIMA & BAKUGOU FAM HANGOUT 💥🍼**
> Meet the newest addition! #FamilyTime #HeroDads #Dekudad #DynaDad #UncleKiri #AuntMina"

Tags: @dynamight, @dekuhero, @pinkymoonlight.

The internet exploded.

Comments flooded in:
*"DYNAMIGHT IS A* ***DAD*** *??? 🫢"*
*"Bakugo* ***family*** *?? Since WHEN??"*
*"Shoto’s eyes… I’m actually crying 😭"*
*"Deku’s hand on Katsuki’s shoulder?? The way Bakugou’s arm is around Shoto—PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED."*

Fanart of baby Shoto trended within an hour. #DynaDad hit #1.

Katsuki finally noticed, glaring at Kiri’s phone. *"You* ***actually*** *posted that?"*

Kirishima beamed. *"Couldn’t gatekeep this glow-up, Papa Bear."*
**Katsuki** shook his head slightly. *"Keep teaming up with paparazzi, and you’ll* ***never*** *get a custom design from the Old Hag again, Pinky."*

**Mina** burst into laughter.

Just then, a soft sigh echoed from the baby monitor. **Izuku** reappeared, holding it with a smile. *"He’s asleep."*

Katsuki stood, eyes still narrowed. *"They posted it without asking,"* he grumbled to his husband—but his tone was almost amused.

Izuku slid an arm around Katsuki’s waist, resting his head on his shoulder. *"Would you really* ***not*** *have shared it?"*

*"...Guess it wasn’t* ***terrible***,"* Katsuki admitted, burying his nose in Izuku’s hair.

---

The clock’s hands quietly carved into the night. Empty plates and half-finished drinks littered the kitchen, the air thick with laughter and the comfortable fatigue of a gathering winding down.

**Kirishima** patted his stomach. *"That meal was legendary, Chef Softheart! But it’s late—Mina and I should bolt. Let you two enjoy baby bliss."*

**Mina** stretched, yawning. *"My heart’s* ***breaking*** *leaving without seeing Shoto again… but I sent him sweet dreams!"*

As she slung her purse over her shoulder, she suddenly gasped. *"Wait—****gifts****!"*

Kirishima facepalmed. *"Holy—almost forgot!"* They hurried to the door.

Izuku chuckled as they hauled in brightly wrapped packages. *"You guys bring a truckload every visit."*

One box was labeled in handwriting:
***"To Little Hero Shoto – Love, Auntie Mina & Uncle Kiri 💖"***

Inside: plush toys, baby books, handmade blankets—and a tiny blue cape Mina had sewn herself, embroidered with yellow stars.

Katsuki squinted at it. *"Why’s it say ‘LITTLE BOOM’?"*

Mina beamed. *"Made it up! Fits you too, honestly."*

**Kirishima** spread his arms. *"Gotta prep the next generation of heroes!"*

Izuku hugged Mina. *"Thank you. Shoto’s gonna lose it over these."*

Mina turned to Katsuki, grinning. *"And* ***you***—paparazzi’s favorite dad. Those pics are still circulating, y’know."*

Katsuki rolled his eyes. *"You’re* ***banned*** *from my house. Phone included."*

*"We’ll see,"* Mina sing-songed.

Kirishima punched Katsuki’s shoulder. *"Take care, man. And your family… Never thought I’d see you like this, but… I love it."*

Katsuki’s brow twitched, but his eyes softened. *"Come back soon."* (Translation: *Thank you. I love you too.*)

As the door closed, Mina’s voice floated back:
*"Give Shoto a goodnight kiss from us!"*

---

Silence settled again.

Izuku hefted the gifts. *"Think Shoto’ll wear that cape all day tomorrow?"*

Katsuki slid a hand over his back. *"If he snuggles into you smelling like milk? He’ll try to* ***fly*** *with it."*

Izuku’s cheeks pinked.

And just like that—the delicate balance of their little world realigned.

*A family.*
*New gifts.*
*Another step forward.*

---

### **Dawn – Softness & Chaos**

Sunlight bled through the curtains, painting the room in milk-white gold. Silence reigned—until the baby monitor crackled with a tiny whimper.

**Izuku** stirred, instinctively sitting up. On the screen: **Shoto** wriggling in his crib, face scrunched pre-cry.

He slipped out, glancing at **Katsuki**—face-down, arm curled under his head, dead asleep.

In the nursery, Shoto’s teary eyes locked onto Izuku’s. *"Mmhh…"*

*"Hey… I’m here, sweetheart."* Izuku cradled him, warmth seeping into his bones as Shoto nuzzled into his neck. *"Good morning, little hero."*

Minutes later, settled in the rocking chair, Izuku murmured: *"Today’s gonna be great. Because you’re here… and we’re yours. Always."*

Shoto’s eyelids drooped, soothed by his mother’s voice and heartbeat.

---

### **Operation: Wake Daddy**

Izuku crept back to the bedroom, lifting Shoto. *"Ready for phase one?"*

He gently deposited the baby onto **Katsuki’s** bare back. Shoto giggled around his pacifier, tiny hands gripping Katsuki’s shoulder blades.

*"The hell… Who parked a* ***tank*** *on me at dawn?"* Katsuki’s voice was gravelly with sleep.

Izuku snorted. *"Not a tank. Your tiny commando."*

Katsuki cracked one eye open—then both. His grin was sleep-soft and smitten. *"Love morning surprises."*

Izuku kissed his temple. *"Your turn. I’ll start breakfast."*

Katsuki rolled Shoto into his arms. *"Just* ***make coffee***. This gremlin’s mine."*

---

### **The Sound of Victory**

In the kitchen, Izuku paused at the sizzle of eggs. From the bedroom: **Shoto’s laughter**—bright, unburdened.

It hit him like a healing spell. *This* was the sound of *"everything’s okay."*

---

### **Bedroom Battlefield**

Katsuki lay sprawled, Shoto giggling wildly in his arms as he lifted him skyward. *"Vwoop! Gotcha, baby!"*

Shoto kicked, pacifier flying, drool gleaming. Katsuki blew raspberries on his belly, then stilled—forehead pressed to Shoto’s.

*"Your laugh makes me forget every war,"* he whispered, too quiet to hear.

**Izuku**, leaning in the doorway, snapped a photo.

Katsuki mock-glared. *"Why’s everyone* ***obsessed*** *with taking creepy pics of us?"*

Izuku just smirked.

Katsuki grabbed the phone—and posted the photo himself.

> **Caption:** *"Never been so scared of anything in my life… or loved anything this much. Thought I was strong—turns out my best strength is making* ***you*** *laugh, little warrior."*
> 🔥❄️💥 #MyLittleDynamite #ShotoBakugou #Family

Izuku watched him, heart full. Not just a happy man—a *father*, weaving joy into their home’s foundation.

Katsuki caught his gaze. *"What?"*

*"Nothing,"* Izuku said. *"Just… love you."*

Chapter Text

When Izuku walked into the kitchen, he was still smiling, but as he looked at Shoto’s cheeks in his arms, he turned to his husband with a serious expression.
"Don’t mess with him too much, Kacchan," he said. "Look… he’s all red."

Katsuki followed behind, carrying two plates. Before setting them on the table, he paused for a moment. He tilted his head, looking at Shoto in Izuku’s arms. Then, without warning, he gently nipped the baby’s soft pink cheek.

"As soft as mochi! Look at this," he murmured, his voice both mischievous and affectionate.

Shoto let out a surprised squeak at first, then mumbled something around his pacifier and reached for his father. Izuku rolled his eyes but smiled.

"I’ll never be able to handle you," he said quietly.
"Good. Two dads are enough—one of us has to be the playful one," Katsuki retorted.

When they sat down at the table, it was quiet—but only for a few seconds. Because the moment they settled in, a series of phone vibrations buzzed against the table. One, then another… then notifications began pouring in like rain.

Katsuki’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.

Izuku glanced at the screen.
His eyes widened.

"Ah… Kacchan… the photo you posted… it’s on eight different news sites right now."

Katsuki frowned. He grabbed his phone and took a quick look. The media had exploded.

**"Dynamight’s Heart: New Family Photo Breaks the Internet!"**
**"God of Murder? Or Heartwarming Dad?"**
**#MyLittleDynamite #Daddynamight #BakugouFamily #SoftExplosion**
**"Katsuki Bakugou… could he really be this sweet?"**

Katsuki set his phone back on the table, his lips curling downward, but Izuku could tell from his expression that he secretly enjoyed the attention.

"Hmph… they’ve lost their minds. All I did was love and share my baby."

Izuku laughed. "If you keep posting stuff like this, they’ll put you on the cover of parenting magazines."

"No," Katsuki said firmly—but then he caught Shoto’s tiny hand and kissed it.

Shoto, meanwhile, pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and offered it to his father. Izuku burst out laughing.
"See? Even *he* loves this side of you!"

Katsuki shook his head but was smiling inside.
"Fine, whatever," he said, looking at Shoto. "But this is just for you, brat."

As breakfast continued, the outside world was in chaos—flashes, headlines, comments…

But inside the house… that morning, there was only the warmth of soft laughter around the table, the scent of coffee, and the comforting presence of a baby who felt safe.

---

It was Katsuki’s day off, and the house was filled with peace—until Izuku’s hero duty abruptly shattered the silence. After hanging up the phone, his eyes turned to Shoto. The little baby, though still in his father’s arms, was growing restless.

Shoto didn’t want Izuku to leave. His tiny hands clutched his father’s shirt tightly, his eyes slightly watery. His lips quivered as he mumbled, as if trying to say, *"Don’t go, Daddy,"* but the words wouldn’t come.

The moment Izuku saw that sorrowful look in his eyes, his heart ached. Softly, he whispered, "Daddy has to go, but I’ll be back soon, I promise, Shoto." He gently stroked the baby’s hair.

Katsuki immediately stepped in, waving the gift bags Mina and Kirishima had brought to distract Shoto. "Look, sweetheart, Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri got you all kinds of nice things," he said, showing off the colorful plush toys.

But Shoto was still fidgety, refusing to let go of Izuku. His tiny hands gripped his father’s shirt again, mumbling softly, his lips even puckering slightly as if on the verge of tears.

Izuku and Katsuki exchanged glances, their hearts melting at the baby’s expression. "Come on, sweetheart, look, we’ll be back soon. You’re safe and loved here—we’d never leave you alone," Izuku reassured him.

Katsuki reached out and took Shoto’s little hand. "You’re our strong baby, got it? Your dads are always here for you," he said in a low, affectionate voice.

The baby relaxed slightly, his lips curling into a tiny smile as he murmured. But he still didn’t want to be put down. Izuku whispered, "We love you so much," pressing his forehead gently against Shoto’s.

Shoto lifted his little hands to his father’s face, resting his forehead against Izuku’s, and mumbled softly. There was a silent but deep bond between them—a love that spoke louder than words.

Katsuki and Izuku felt the weight of that moment. No matter how tough their missions were, their family came first. Slowly, Izuku lowered Shoto from his arms, and together, they guided the baby to his play area filled with toys and gifts, holding his hands to reassure him.

Katsuki said, "Look at all this stuff. Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri got you so many things," gently coaxing him into play.

Shoto’s tiny smile returned as he looked at the toys, his eyes slowly lighting up. Finally, he let out a soft *"Mmm."*

Izuku smiled. "That’s our good boy. We’ll always be here," he said before turning to Katsuki. "I have to go, but we love you so much, okay?"

Katsuki gave a light touch to his shoulder. "We’re all here for you."

The baby still clung to Izuku’s shirt with his little hands, but he seemed calmer now. There was still worry in his small body, but he was wrapped in love.

Izuku leaned down, gently stroking Shoto’s tiny hands. The baby’s eyes held mixed emotions—love, a little sadness, and the ache of separation. "I’ll be back before you know it, I promise," Izuku said, his voice shaky but firm. He placed soft kisses in his hair, touching him gently as if swearing to protect him.

Then he looked up at Katsuki. Between the two fathers, Shoto murmured, restless but trying to stay calm. Izuku approached Katsuki, a flicker of fear in his eyes—he knew how hard this was. Katsuki, beneath his usual tough exterior, wore a soft expression.

After a tender kiss on Izuku’s forehead and cheek, Katsuki took the baby into his arms. Shoto turned toward him, pressing his tiny cheek against his father’s. He mumbled, clinging tighter to Katsuki’s warmth.

As Izuku walked out the door, Katsuki took a deep breath. The baby’s small body trembled slightly in his arms, his eyes filled with worry. Katsuki whispered softly:
"Daddy will be back soon, I promise. You just have to be patient for a little while, okay, princess?"

Shoto murmured, seeming a little soothed by his father’s voice, but still uneasy. Katsuki held him securely, stroking his back gently, as if trying to pour comfort into his tiny frame.
"I know it’s hard. But I’m here, right beside you. No one’s ever gonna hurt you."

His eyes traced the baby’s little face—his pink cheeks, his slightly quivering lips. "Don’t be sad just because Daddy’s gone. We’re together. Everything will be okay."

His protective instincts swelled, his heart full of the baby’s warmth. Then he took another deep breath, softening his voice further.
"It’s just you and me now, sweetheart. Just until Daddy comes home."

---

After Izuku left, Katsuki carefully carried Shoto downstairs to the home gym. He set the baby down gently on the soft exercise mat. Shoto sat on his stomach, curiously watching the toys around him as Katsuki took a deep breath and started doing sit-ups.

With each sit-up, he planted a soft kiss on Shoto’s cheeks. The baby giggled sweetly at the affectionate touches, reaching with his tiny hands to touch Katsuki’s face.

"Even working out is better with you here, pretty boy," Katsuki murmured. "See, Daddy’s gotta stay strong—so you can grow up in a strong world too."

Another sit-up, another kiss, another giggle. "Your laugh is the best sound in the world, you know that? I’ll work even harder to deserve you."

The baby wrapped his little hands around Katsuki’s arm, his eyes shining. Katsuki kept his gaze on him, continuing his sit-ups in rhythm with his steady breaths.
**On the Other Side of the City...**

Izuku, Uraraka, and Tsuyu raced alongside Iida through the wreckage of a collapsed building, scrambling to rescue civilians trapped beneath the rubble. The desperate faces peering through the dust clouds weighed heavier on his shoulders with every step.

*"Izuku! Over there!"* Uraraka shouted, using her Quirk to float debris and clear a path.

Izuku paused for a split second, his mind flashing to the stuffed bear in his arms—Shoto’s tiny hands, his smile… He knew he had to keep moving, but the ache in his chest tightened. His eyes nearly welled up.

*"Come on, we can do this!"* he told himself. *"For them. For Shoto."*

He steeled his arms and pulled survivors from the wreckage one by one. Following Iida’s strategic commands and Tsuyu’s agility, they navigated the chaos.

With every life saved, he grew stronger—but deep down, his heart still yearned to be home with baby Shoto.

---

**Meanwhile, at Home...**

Katsuki finished his sit-ups and scooped Shoto into his arms, pressing his forehead against the baby’s soft pink cheek.

*"Daddy’s got you, pretty boy. Just relax—I’ll keep you safe from everything."*

In the quiet warmth of the living room, the bond between father and son filled the air.

Katsuki carried Shoto upstairs, settling him on the couch before grabbing the remote. The TV flickered to life, cutting to a breaking news broadcast.

*"Viewers, we’re live at the scene where the No. 1 Hero, Deku, is currently preventing a catastrophic building collapse with his bare hands! Despite the immense weight, he’s holding the structure aloft, buying time for trapped civilians to escape. Other heroes are securing the perimeter and evacuating survivors. Deku’s strength and resolve continue to shine as a beacon of hope. Live footage now on your screens."*

Shoto stirred restlessly in Katsuki’s lap, sensing the tension. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed as he watched—Izuku’s face strained with effort, yet still wearing that determined, hopeful smile.

The baby’s eyes began to glisten. Katsuki gently rubbed his back.

*"Look, sweetheart,"* he murmured, voice soft but firm. *"That’s your dad out there. Showing everyone how strong and brave he is. Protecting people—protecting* you. *That pain on his face? It’s proof of how much he loves."*

Shoto gripped Katsuki’s sleeve tighter, calming slightly. Katsuki smirked.

*"Remember, little man—we’re a team. And your dad’s the greatest hero. We’ll always be right here with him."*

The reporter’s voice rose again:

*"And now, thanks to Deku’s heroic efforts, all trapped civilians have been successfully evacuated! The building is being carefully lowered—Deku’s releasing his hold—"*

On-screen, Izuku slowly eased the structure down, his muscles trembling. As the rubble settled, he raised a fist in triumph, chest heaving. Exhausted but unwavering, he turned toward the cameras, took a deep breath, and whispered:

*"I’m coming home, baby..."*

Katsuki’s grin widened with pride. Shoto, eyes glued to the screen, reached out with tiny fingers as if trying to touch his father.

*"See that?"* Katsuki murmured. *"That’s your dad. Fighting for you, fighting for everyone."*

Shoto cooed softly, soothed by the sound of his father’s voice.

---

**Temporary Crisis Center, Downtown – Evening**

The echoes of sirens still lingered. Cables dangled from the wreckage, flickering with residual flames. All eyes were on the hero who had just lifted a two-ton building with his hands—Deku.

Izuku trudged toward a medical tent, flanked by Uraraka, Iida, and Tsuyu. His costume was torn, his armor cracked, his fingertips bloodied. But he was smiling. Because every life saved was one step closer to his family.

Uraraka pouted.

*"Mina and Kirishima already got to see Shoto before us. I’m kinda jealous,"* she huffed.

Izuku chuckled weakly. *"And here I thought lifting a building was the hard part."*

Iida slowed, voice grave. *"Midoriya… Do you realize what you just did? That weight—"*

*"I know,"* Izuku said quietly. *"But nothing’s really over until I’m home."*

Uraraka planted her hands on her hips. *"Well, it’s still unfair. We haven’t even met Shoto properly yet! And I refuse to believe Mina’s fangirling beats ours."*

Izuku laughed. *"At this rate, his first word’s gonna be ‘Mina.’ Don’t act surprised."*

But their banter was cut short.

Reporters swarmed, microphones thrust forward. Camera flashes exploded like fireworks.

*"Deku! Just a few questions!"*
*"How’s co-parenting with Dynamight?"*
*"Do you raise Shoto alone, or do you have help?"*
*"What’s Dynamight like as a father?"*
*"Are you breastfeeding? What’s Shoto’s diet?"*
*"Planning on more kids?"*
*"Did you think about your son during the rescue?"*

Izuku froze. What kind of questions were these?

Uraraka stepped forward, furious. *"Enough! What’s wrong with you?!"*

Tsuyu added flatly, *"This is an invasion of privacy. He just saved lives—he doesn’t owe you personal details."*

But the media didn’t relent. Izuku raised a hand, trying to calm the storm.

*"Please… I just need a moment. Today, many people were saved. My team and I did our jobs—now I just want to go home to my family."*

Yet the questions grew bolder:

*"Dynamight’s fans are losing it over that baby photo! Any plans for a Shoto special feature?"*
*"What’s Dynamight like at home?"*
*"Why the name Shoto? Any connection to the Todoroki family?"*

Izuku’s smile faded. His gaze hardened, but unease prickled beneath.

His heart echoed with the memory of Shoto clinging to him that morning—crying, not wanting him to leave. Now, surrounded by flashing lights, all he could think of was that peaceful smile waiting for him at home.

He lifted his head.

*"Look… Yes, we’re a family. Shoto isn’t just a baby to us—he’s a miracle. Dynamight and I are doing our best. But… this is* our *story. And stories grow best in quiet moments. I won’t share everything. Because some things… should stay just ours."*

Silence fell. Even the reporters hesitated, cameras still rolling but voices hushed.

Iida touched his shoulder. *"Let’s go, Midoriya."*

Izuku nodded. All he wanted now was to go home—to that tiny miracle laughing amid plush toys, to warmth, to peace.

To Shoto.
COMING HOME – EVENING HOURS

The sound of the door opening cut through the silence of the house like a sudden warmth.

Katsuki had dimmed the lights in the living room. The television was off. The wall clock ticked steadily forward.

Shoto sat in his lap; his chubby little legs kicked up and down, occasionally reaching for the buttons on his father’s shirt.

But in that moment—
When he saw the silhouette stepping through the door—
All movement stopped.

Izuku stepped inside, still covered in the dust of the mission.
He looked tired. His shoulders slumped. His face had a faint scratch.
But his eyes—his eyes burned with a completely different light.

They locked straight onto his baby.

And Shoto… his eyes widened.
Tiny hands reached up.
Little feet kicked in excitement.

That soft voice, quiet all day, suddenly echoed in the living room:

“…Da.”

For the first time—

Katsuki forgot to breathe.
Izuku froze where he stood.
As if the world paused with that one word.
Sirens, missions, cameras, people, wars… all fell silent at the sound of that “ba.”

Shoto stirred in Katsuki’s arms.
He was nestled close to his father, but his eyes searched for the other—Izuku.
That single syllable, not quite a full word, held more emotion than a sentence could ever carry.
It told of longing. Deep, innocent longing.

Izuku took a step. And then another.
He dropped to his knees.
Katsuki gently lowered the baby in his arms, offering him forward.

Shoto didn’t hesitate—his tiny arms reached out.

Izuku pulled him close to his chest.
“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m here, baby… I’m here…”

Shoto buried his face in his father’s shoulder.
His little back rose and fell as he breathed, clinging to Izuku’s neck.

Katsuki stayed where he was, just watching them.
His eyes misted, but he didn’t cry.
He simply reached forward and ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair.
Then gently rubbed the baby’s back.

“You said it so well, little guy,” he murmured. “You really did…”

Izuku laughed softly. “You must’ve taught him. His first word… while he was with you all day… ba…”

Katsuki smiled. “Guess I’m doing a decent job.”

Shoto looked up between them, eyes flicking from one face to the other.
Then he lifted his two little hands, as if trying to pull them closer together.

Izuku pressed a kiss to the baby’s forehead.
Katsuki kissed his hands, then pressed one to his own cheek.

And in that moment… a threefold silence filled the room.

But it wasn’t empty.
Not from war. Not from fatigue.
It was full of love.

They were a family.

And that one word—that tiny “da”—was everything.

Izuku held his baby tightly against his chest.
Shoto’s little hands clung to his collar, nose nestled into his neck.
His back still rose and fell quickly, but he was calming down.
His small body melted into the comfort of a familiar scent, and again he murmured:

“…da…”

Soft, muffled. Blended with breath.
But still, that meaningful sound…

Izuku’s heart nearly burst.

Katsuki was right beside them.
His hands moved gently over Izuku’s back, while the other tickled Shoto’s tiny feet.
The baby lifted his head slightly…

And once again, with the pacifier in his mouth, he moved his lips to whisper:

“…da…”

Izuku’s eyes lit up. “Kacchan… did you hear that?”

Katsuki was already smiling. He nodded slightly.
“He can’t quite say ‘dad’ yet,” he said, voice hushed but tender. “But he’s calling out. For us.”

Izuku’s hands moved down the baby’s back as he kissed him, right in the center of his forehead.

“Your first word…” he whispered, “…was us. Dad.”

The baby closed his eyes, but his lips still moved.
It was as if, feeling safe, he wanted to repeat that sound with every breath.

“…da…”

A single tear slipped down Izuku’s cheek.
He turned to Katsuki with a glowing smile.

“He’s growing up so fast…”

Katsuki leaned in and kissed the baby’s chubby cheek.

“He doesn’t know the words yet,” he said, “But his heart knows us. He chose us, Izu. In your arms, in my hands… He knows we’re his family.”

Silence returned to the room.
Only Shoto’s soft murmurs, Izuku’s heartbeat, and Katsuki’s quiet breathing remained.

They stayed like that for a while—
Izuku with the baby against his chest,
Katsuki kneeling beside them, watching over them.

Then Katsuki quietly stood up.

“Come on,” he said softly. “It’s time to get you changed and comfy, little guy. Today is your day.”

Izuku smiled, carefully sliding the baby out of his arms and handing him to Katsuki.

The baby didn’t fuss as he was passed into the other father’s embrace. Still sleepy, still warm.
But just before his eyes closed again, he mumbled one last time:

“…da…”

Katsuki held him close to his chest.
One hand supporting the baby, the other brushing gently through his hair.

“Alright, alright… You’re our everything…”

Izuku leaned against the wall.
He was tired, but at peace. His eyes were full, but his face wore a smile.

Katsuki carried the baby toward the crib.
And in that moment, Izuku looked up and whispered softly:

“What happened today… it was a miracle, Katsuki.”

Katsuki leaned over the crib, pulling the blanket up over Shoto’s small body.

“No,” he said in a low voice. “He is our miracle.”

Shoto’s peaceful breaths blended with the rhythm of the crib.
As the soft light of the evening settled into the room, Izuku gently adjusted the blanket and kissed his tiny head.

Katsuki appeared behind him.

“Ready?” he asked, voice nearly a whisper. His face calm, tired, but filled with love.

Izuku turned to him. “Thinking of grabbing a shower…”

Without a word, Katsuki gently wrapped his arms around him.
Izuku didn’t resist—the weight of the night was already pulling at his body.

Katsuki carried him past the kitchen, all the way to the bathroom door.
He opened it with his foot.
A warm steam filled the room, mingling with the dim yellow light. The bathtub was ready.
Katsuki first looked at Izuku’s bandaged arms.

"Let me…" he said softly.

Izuku nodded.

Katsuki carefully took hold of the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up, then undid the rest of his clothes and gently removed them.
With every movement, his fingers lightly brushed against Izuku’s skin.

"I’m going slow so it doesn’t hurt," he murmured.

Izuku simply bowed his head.

Katsuki lifted him into his arms again, carefully lowering his trembling, naked husband into the tub. When the warm water reached Izuku’s shoulders, a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

For a moment, Katsuki knelt beside the tub, watching him.
Then Izuku lifted his head, his gaze beckoning:

"Come in too… Please…"

Katsuki didn’t hesitate. He silently removed his own clothes. His muscular frame emerged like a silhouette in the hazy light. As he stepped into the tub, the water rippled. He settled opposite Izuku, but the distance between them was closed as Izuku slid forward, resting against Katsuki’s chest. Two arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

Then Katsuki whispered softly:

"He said ‘da’…"

Izuku, his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder, smiled.

"He couldn’t say the whole thing yet… but we understood. He was calling us ‘dada.’"

Katsuki’s lips curled upward.

"He did it while in your arms. You were his first word…"

Izuku shook his head slightly.

"No… It was *us*. Because right after, he turned to you. There was no choice between us. He was just calling out to the two voices he trusted most."

Katsuki wrapped one arm around Izuku’s waist beneath the water while the other stroked his hair.

"Do you think… he’ll remember that moment?"

"No," Izuku chuckled. "But *we* will. For the rest of our lives."

Katsuki rested his head against Izuku’s.

"And I’ll be by your side for all of it."

Izuku closed his eyes.

"You’re my home."

In the bathtub, the rhythm of their heartbeats intertwined.
Time stood still, the weight of the night dissolving in the warmth of the water.

And outside, in a crib, a tiny miracle slept, putting down roots in this world, wrapped in the love of his mother and father.

The warmth of the bath still lingered on their skin as time flowed like thick honey. Nestled among the bubbles, they leaned against each other, listening only to their breaths. Izuku had buried his face in Katsuki’s neck, inhaling his scent with closed eyes.
Katsuki, in turn, traced slow circles on his back, speaking with his hands: *"I’m here. You’re safe."*

Izuku murmured:

"Today, under that building… the only thing I could think about was you two. You and Shoto. I clenched my heart so my hands wouldn’t shake…"

Katsuki leaned down, pressing his lips to Izuku’s forehead.

"You came home," he said. "You came back. And we were both waiting for you."

The water had cooled from warm to tepid. Katsuki slowly straightened, reaching for a robe on the edge of the tub. Then, with strong arms, he pulled Izuku against his chest, lifting him from the water and wrapping him snugly in the robe.

"Don’t catch a chill," he whispered into his ear before placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

As they walked down the hallway, Izuku’s head still rested on Katsuki’s shoulder. They moved in silence.
The only sound in the dark house was the steady breathing coming from the baby monitor beside the crib.

Katsuki nudged the bedroom door open with his knee. The room was dim, moonlight filtering through the curtains.

He sat Izuku on the edge of the bed, then knelt before him. Gently, he undid the robe’s belt, brushing damp hair back. He placed his hands on Izuku’s knees and rested his head against his chest.
They stayed like that for a while, their heartbeats merging into one.

Izuku ran his fingers through Katsuki’s golden hair and giggled.

"At times like this, I remember what a beautiful man you are…"

Katsuki lifted his gaze. That familiar fire still burned in his eyes—but now, it wasn’t anger.
It was belonging.
Shelter.
Eternity.

"You bring out the best in me."

They lay down slowly. Katsuki settled onto his back, Izuku curling against his chest.
As his fingers traced slow circles on Izuku’s waist, he murmured:

"Shoto’s first word… ‘da.’"

Izuku smiled. "He was torn between us."

"He was trying to say ‘dada.’ And… in that moment, the world stopped."

They laughed quietly, arms wrapped around each other.

"Y’know," Katsuki said, nuzzling into Izuku’s hair, "remember what I told you on our first day?
*‘Stay with me.’*
Now, every morning, I pray to find you beside me.
Every night, I hold you tight, begging you to still be here when I wake."

Izuku lifted his head, eyes shining.

"And every time… I choose to stay with you all over again."

In the quiet of the bed, only their heartbeats remained.
Katsuki leaned down, kissing Izuku’s forehead.
Then he pulled him even closer.

"There are three of us now… but the space you hold in my heart is still the biggest."

And just like that, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other.
While the world kept turning outside, their home held only peace.
And no words could ever capture the depth of their love.

---

The house was silent.
Only the soft murmurs and occasional tiny grunts from the baby monitor filled the air.

When Katsuki opened his eyes, he didn’t check the time. The faint sunlight seeping into the room signaled a new morning, but for him, time might as well have stopped.
Because right beside him, curled on his side and still deep in sleep, was a man.
Izuku.

His face was buried in the pillow, hair tousled, breathing slow and steady.
Katsuki watched him for a while.
His arms were tucked under the thin blanket, shoulders rising and falling gently.
Seeing him sleep so peacefully felt like a battle won anew each day.

But then—
A soft *"da…"* made him stir.

The murmurs on the monitor turned into eager little calls.
Baby noises mixed with faint, breathy giggles.

Katsuki sat up and slipped out of bed.
After quietly opening the door, he padded down the hallway to the nursery.
Shoto was awake, kicking off his blanket and wriggling upward.

The moment he saw Katsuki, his tiny eyes lit up.
He raised his hands, that familiar spark in his gaze.
Again, he mumbled, *"ba…"*—this time clearer, more deliberate.
As if his first word of the morning was *dada*.

Katsuki’s lips curled into an involuntary smile.

"Morning, beautiful," he whispered.
"Missed your dad already, huh?"

Shoto reached out impatiently, squirming until Katsuki carefully lifted him.
Though his tiny arms couldn’t quite wrap around Katsuki’s neck, he immediately nestled his head against his chest.

"Alright, alright… I’m here," Katsuki murmured.
He held him a little tighter, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

With slow steps, he returned to the bedroom.
Shoto, still drowsy but content, rested in his arms.
When Katsuki stepped inside, his gaze fell on Izuku, still asleep, eyes closed.

He approached.
Gently tilting Shoto forward, he showed him to his husband.

"Look," he whispered to Shoto. "Your big-hearted dad’s still sleeping.
The man who held up that building yesterday… is probably dreaming of you right now."

Shoto blinked at Izuku.
His pacifier was in his mouth, but the corners of his lips curled into a tiny smile as another murmur escaped:
*"Ba…"*

Katsuki tilted his head, letting out a soft chuckle.
Then he sat carefully on the edge of the bed.
He set Shoto down beside Izuku, the baby’s little body leaning lightly against his father’s blanket.

"Go on, hug your dad. Maybe he’ll wake up," he murmured.

Shoto immediately reached out, tiny hands patting Izuku’s arm, fingers curling into the blanket.
His eyes were still sleepy, but his smile was bright.

Katsuki watched them, warmth flooding his chest.
Then he pressed a kiss to Izuku’s head.

"Y’know," he whispered his voice barely audible,
"this is everything I never knew I wanted."

And as the morning light spilled over them, he knew—
No matter what the world threw at them, this was where he belonged.
Right here.
With them.
Forever.

Chapter Text

Katsuki sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Shoto’s cheeks with his fingertips. The little face was still sleepy—eyes half-lidded, lashes damp.

But restless.

*"What’s wrong?"* Katsuki whispered, pressing his forehead against the baby’s.
*"Why are you still awake, huh? You should be sleeping..."*

The baby murmured, lightly sucking on his pacifier as his tiny hands clutched Katsuki’s t-shirt.

Katsuki tilted his head slightly and smiled.
Then shook it.

*"You just wanna stay in my arms a little longer, don’t you?"*
He lifted his gaze to the bed. Izuku was still deep asleep—his left arm draped over the blanket, breathing steady. He was so exhausted he hadn’t even heard the baby’s fussing.

Katsuki sighed deeply.
Then hugged the baby in his arms once more, kissing his cheeks.
*"Alright..."* he murmured. *"Then why don’t you sleep with Daddy, huh?"*

He leaned down slowly.
Slid the baby carefully under the blanket.
Adjusted Izuku’s exposed arm so Shoto wouldn’t get cold, tucking it securely beneath the covers.
Then placed Shoto—like a delicate crystal—into the crook of that arm.

Shoto blinked in surprise for a moment. Turned his head side to side, then—
As if guided by instinct, he nuzzled closer to Izuku’s chest.
Pressed his cheek against his father’s warmth, nestling into his neck as he suckled his pacifier.

A tiny sigh.
A soft *"Mm..."*

And then—silence.
The familiar, deep, peaceful quiet of sleep finally claiming him.

Katsuki watched them for a while.
The baby curled against Izuku’s chest, those tiny muscles relaxing in utter contentment…
As if even the air in the house had paused in reverence for this moment.

Katsuki stood up quietly.
Pulled the blanket snugly over them.
Then sat back on the edge of the bed, resting his hands on his knees as he took a deep breath.

*"This picture wouldn’t be complete if even one of us were missing, huh?"* he whispered.
He brushed Izuku’s hair lightly, gave the baby one more kiss.
Then stepped out of the room, soundless.

Morning had begun in the house.
But in their hearts, time stood still—warmed by the tenderness of this moment.

---

The house was quiet.
As the steam from his coffee still danced in the corner of the kitchen, Katsuki took his cup and climbed the stairs with slow steps.
While Shoto and Izuku slept together, he stepped into another kind of silence—his own space.

He nudged open the door to his study.
Inside, the large desk in the corner looked like it was preparing for a fashion war—fabric rolls spilling from shelves, sketch pencils of all sizes, and boxes of colorful stones.
But this wasn’t a battle. It was the silent part of a love story.

He sat at the desk.
Took a sip of coffee.
His eyes fell on the blank paper before him.
And in that moment, everything else went quiet.
Only one image filled his mind:

**Izuku.**

His eyes, glowing in shades of green, his smile like hidden starlight in his hair—
Not a hero. Just *his* everything.

His hand moved to the paper, the first stroke deliberate.
Slowly…
Gracefully…
With love.

First, a backless blouse with sleeves cascading in delicate green chiffon.
Down the open back, he sketched a trail of emerald stones—each one like a shimmering star.
Those gems would catch the light with every step Izuku took.

Then, black fitted (but not tight) trousers.
To match the blouse’s elegance, he added emerald-stitched accents along the waistband.
And from the belt, a long, floor-sweeping cape—deep green, soft-textured.
It would ripple like wind around Izuku as he walked.

And finally…
The crowning detail.

A **crown.**
A delicate circlet of white stones for Izuku’s forehead, centered with a single emerald.
The way the gems would nestle in his hair, the way that green would gleam against his skin—
It would steal breaths.
But Katsuki only cared about one person’s reaction: *Izuku’s.*

His eyes gleamed.

Then he took a deep breath.
And thought of the baby curled in his arms, smiling against his chest.

He lifted his pencil again.
Turned to the next page.

**Shoto.**

A tiny outfit tailored for his little body—
A sheer sleeve flowing from his left shoulder, embroidered with hidden flame motifs.
Small but striking orange and red stones scattered like embers.

The right side? **Ice.**
Frost-blue stones sewn like snowflakes into the fabric.
The bottom half was a soft, elegant onesie—not too ornate, not too plain.
**Balance.**

And the hair clip.
A small but meaningful detail.

A design of **fire and ice intertwined**, meant to sit behind Shoto’s ear.
One side blue, the other red.
Between them, a tiny silver ring—
A symbol of unity.

Katsuki leaned back against the desk.
Took another sip of coffee.
Stared at the sketches before him.

He rested his hands on the edges of the paper.
His gaze softened.

Izuku didn’t know this, but…
Years ago, Katsuki had also designed his **wedding suit.**
With Masaru and Mitsuki’s help, he’d worked day and night.
The look on Izuku’s face when he saw it—
One of his life’s greatest victories.

Now, they were preparing for another gala.
But this time, they weren’t just two heroes…
They were a **family.**

And Katsuki’s sketches?
A silent poem of their story.

---

The designs on the desk were now complete.
Izuku’s emerald-stitched elegance, Shoto’s tiny fire-and-ice ensemble—both breathtaking.

But now… it was **his** turn.

Katsuki closed his eyes.
Took a deep breath.
Pulled a fresh sheet toward him.

His hand didn’t hesitate this time.
He wasn’t just sketching a suit—he was sketching a **reflection.**

He started with the **jacket.**

Short, cropped at the waist, **jet black.**
Strong shoulders, sharp lines.
But the striking detail was on the **back—**
It was completely **open.**
And right down the center—just like his hero costume—a burning orange **"X."**
Like a collision of past and present.

On the front, over his heart, an explosion emblem—studded with stones.
Bold, eye-catching, but refined.
Not just a symbol. A **brand.**

The collar stood slightly tall, lending a regal edge.
And on that collar…
A thin chain embedded with black stones.
Catching light like sparks.

Under the jacket, a fitted mock-neck.
Satin in a shade close to his skin, cuffs lined with burnt orange.
Strong but sleek. Raw but calculated.

The pants were loose cargo-style.
From the pockets hung two long straps—one **green**, the other **orange.**
These colors… no longer just his past. Now, they were his **family’s.**
Izuku’s eyes.
And then—accessories.

His pencil moved to his **ears.**

For the first ear:
A long, dangling earring.
At its tip, a miniature explosion charm.
Gold and burnt orange.
At its center, a small circle held by a fine chain—like a detonation frozen mid-burst.

On the same ear, a helix piercing.
A short chain with a tiny grenade charm.
Not childish. A warning: *"Don’t touch."*

Finally, for the empty piercing on his lip—
A **matte black stud.**
Not shining. Not trying to.
But **there.**
Like Katsuki himself—silent, but unforgettable.

When he finished, he looked at the sketches.

Izuku’s outfit was **elegant, regal.**
Shoto’s was **delicate yet legendary.**
And his?
**Strength. History. A vow to protect what was his.**

He leaned over the corner of the page.
Wrote in small letters:

> *"To shine beside my family… I don’t need to explode anymore."*
—**K.B.**

---

### **Hidden Details:**

#### **Izuku’s Outfit:**
- **Secret #1:** Inside the blouse’s lining, stitched in green thread—
*"You are my hero too."*
(A silent vow—referencing the song from their festival, Katsuki’s quiet love.)
- **Secret #2:** The emerald in the crown hides a tiny **"爆"** (Bakugou’s *kanji* for *"explosion"*).
(A mark only Izuku would carry—proof it was made for him alone.)

#### **Shoto’s Outfit:**
- **Secret #1:** Inside the onesie’s collar, stitched by Katsuki’s hands—
*"You’re safe forever."*
(A whisper—acknowledging his past but promising his future.)
- **Secret #2:** The hair clip’s intertwined symbols hide **"K + I + S"**—
Their initials, where fire and ice meet.

#### **Katsuki’s Outfit:**
- **Secret #1:** Along the jacket’s open back, black thread embroiders—
*"My home doesn’t explode anymore. Only my heart burns."*
(His past solitude, now replaced by family.)
- **Secret #2:** Inside his cargo pocket—a tiny sketch of **Shoto’s first stuffed bunny.**
(The one lost in battle. Carrying it as proof: he doesn’t erase his past. He grows with it.)

---

He took a deep breath.
Leaned back.

His heart was calm yet trembling.
These weren’t just outfits—they were **a bond.**

Katsuki lingered at his desk a little longer. His fingers still curled around the pencil as his eyes traced over the finished designs—the emerald-studded blouse, the fire-and-ice onesie, the open-backed jacket…

Satisfied, he exhaled. Picked up his phone, snapping photos of each sketch. As the camera flash glinted off the paper, a small smile tugged at his lips.

But then his expression hardened. No one—*especially* not Izuku—could see these yet. They were a surprise. A moment meant only for him.
Katsuki carefully gathers the sketches, slipping each one into transparent sleeves before stacking them neatly. Then, he heads toward the small safe hidden behind the bookshelf on the wall. He punches in the code, and the safe clicks open with a soft sound. He places the files inside, closing it with deliberate care. The sound of the lock echoes through the room—like a door sealing shut over a secret.

As he quietly shuts the safe, he exhales. A deep breath. Then, he moves through the dimly lit house.

---

**Meanwhile, upstairs…**

Izuku’s eyes flutter open slowly. The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a muted glow over the bedroom. For a moment, he blinks, disoriented.

But then—
A small warmth pressed against his chest. Shoto, nestled snugly in his arms, his plush cheeks smushed against Izuku’s neck.

His eyes widen. He shifts slightly, propping himself up against the pillow as his gaze sweeps the room. Katsuki isn’t there.

*"So… you brought him here,"* he murmurs, voice hushed but smiling.
His hands drift to the baby’s hair, stroking gently. A few seconds later, the tiny body in his arms stirs.

Shoto blinks sleepily, his eyelids still heavy. He suckles lightly on his pacifier, then lifts his head and mumbles:

*"...Ba…"*

Izuku’s heart stutters.
He’s heard it before, but every time—that single syllable hits him differently.
*"Good morning, baby,"* he whispers, carefully adjusting Shoto to sit up a little. *"Daddy brought you here, didn’t he?"*

Shoto’s drowsy eyes meet his. His tiny hands stretch toward the empty side of the bed where Katsuki should be, but he doesn’t cry. Just peaceful… and curious.

Izuku presses a kiss to the baby’s forehead, cradling him against his shoulder as he murmurs:

*"We’ll find Daddy soon. But first… let me love on you a little more."*

The sun spills through the curtains, painting the room in gold. In the quiet morning haze, Izuku’s soft laughter lingers. Shoto is in his arms—still sleepy, but his eyes sparkle.

Izuku hugs him close, kissing his hair, his forehead, his chubby cheeks. Each kiss earns a tiny giggle, small hands reaching for his face. Izuku tucks a stray curl behind his ear, then boops Shoto’s nose.

*"You’re up so early today, huh?"* he murmurs, smiling. *"You could’ve slept a little longer. But seeing you like this… worth every sunrise."*

Shoto coos, fiddling with his pacifier as he grabs Izuku’s fingers. Izuku’s heart melts. He traces the tiny hands, grinning. Then, he slips his hands under Shoto’s arms and lifts him up.

*"Ready?"* he teases. *"Here comes… Flying Shoto!"*

He hoists the baby gently into the air before bringing him back down, and Shoto’s laughter fills the room. Izuku kisses him again. *"Daddy would be jealous if he heard you,"* he whispers.

---

**Meanwhile, in another room…**

Katsuki is typing a message on his phone, fingers moving with sharp precision:

> **"Coming by today. Shoto was fine. Still not talking but… said ‘ba’ yesterday. Probably bringing a few things when I come. Be ready, old hag."**

He adds a smirking emoji before hitting send. Pocketing his phone, he heads toward the bedroom.

When he reaches the door—left slightly ajar—he pauses at the sound of laughter. Izuku’s voice… and Shoto’s familiar, tiny giggles.

He takes a step back, peeking inside.

Izuku, hair tousled, eyes bright, is showering the baby in kisses. There’s an indescribable warmth in the moment—like a pocket of time just for them, untouched by the chaos outside.

Katsuki’s gaze softens.

He lingers for a few seconds. Then, silently, he steps inside.

Just then, Izuku looks up. Their eyes meet.

*"Look who’s watching us,"* Izuku says, grinning. He grabs his phone, holding Shoto in one arm as he snaps a quick selfie—Katsuki standing there, smirking at them.

Katsuki barks a laugh. *"Delete that,"* he demands, pointing.

Izuku just giggles, handing the phone over.

---

Izuku, still exhausted but content, keeps showering Shoto with affection, each kiss earning another giggle.

His expression softens.
But then—classic Katsuki. He pulls out his phone.
Silently, he snaps a picture: Izuku, hair messy, holding a beaming Shoto in his lap.

He uploads it to his social media.

His fingers fly over the keyboard, a smirk playing on his lips.
The caption reads:

> **"Morning, damn world.
> Yeah, Dynamight’s still the best.
> Yeah, I still blow shit up.
> And yeah, I still wake up to the best view.
> When you’ve got a baby full of hero in your arms at sunrise… you don’t lose.
> #DynamightLife
> #TinyExplosion
> #ThisFamilyIsTooPerfect
> #StayMad"**

He adds a bomb and lightning bolt emoji for good measure.
Satisfied, he pockets his phone as Izuku rolls his eyes.

*"Really?"* Izuku snickers. *"Explosion metaphors this early?"*

Katsuki sits on the bed, pressing a quick kiss to the back of Izuku’s neck.
*"It’s my brand, unlike your fairy-tale nonsense,"* he retorts. *"Besides… this explosion’s for my family."*

Izuku smiles faintly, resting a hand on Katsuki’s knee.
In his arms, Shoto mumbles around his pacifier:
*"Ba…"*

---

**Social Media – After Katsuki’s Post**

**Post:**

> **"Morning, damn world.
> Yeah, Dynamight’s still the best.
> Yeah, I still blow shit up.
> And yeah, I still wake up to the best view.
> When you’ve got a baby full of hero in your arms at sunrise… you don’t lose.
> #DynamightLife
> #TinyExplosion
> #ThisFamilyIsTooPerfect
> #StayMad"**

**Photo:** Izuku cradling a smiling Shoto, soft light catching his emerald hair—Katsuki’s candid shot, equal parts sharp and tender.

💥 **Within 30 Minutes, Hashtags Trend:**

1. **#TinyExplosion** — 👶💥
2. **#DynamightDaddy**
3. **#HeroFamily**
4. **#StayMad**
5. **#BakugoFamilyExplosion**

**Fan Art Alert:** One fan draws Shoto in a mini Dynamight costume, holding a sign that says *"BA."*
Another animates the moment—Izuku’s shy but happy gaze, Shoto’s flushed cheeks, Katsuki’s smug-but-loving smirk.

Some fans even start sticker sets mocking Dynamight’s *"hard shell, marshmallow core dad mode."*

🗯️ **Comments – 80K+**

@UAObsessed01:
*"DYNAMIGHT IS A DAD NOW??? WHERE CAN I BUY THIS FAMILY 😭💚🔥"*

@DynaDeku4Life:
*"If I animate Shoto babbling ‘BABABABA’ will I get sued?"*

@EndeavourIsCancelled:
*"Forget hero rankings. #1 DAD ranking = DYNAMIGHT 👏"*

@GreenTeaForLife:
*"BOMB hero, STAR husband, SUGAR daddy. Bakugou Katsuki: the name of soft destruction."*

@FanficAndCoffee:
*"Bakugou saying ‘you don’t lose’ just BLEW MY HEART UP and Shoto warmed the pieces. This family is ending me 😭😭"*

🎙️ **Morning Talk Shows:**

Host (laughing):
*"Dynamight’s soft side? No, this isn’t a dream. His latest post just… MELTED us."*

**Pro Hero Group Chat:**
→ Uraraka: *"IZUKU??? WAS THAT PIC REAL??"*
→ Iida: *"You’ve literally BOMBED the public’s HEARTS!"*
→ Tsuyu: *"Kawaii… 💚💚💚"*

**Mina:**
*"SO PROUD OF YOU DEKUUU!! Not just a hero, but a CANDY-SWEET DADDY 💖✨✨"*

Katsuki scans the comments and just grunts:
*"Don’t try to make me cute, assholes."*

Izuku giggles, locking his phone.
Shoto, happily sucking his pacifier, mumbles again: *"Ba…"*
And for this little family, the world spins just a little sweeter.

---

Izuku settles into a chair, the baby still drowsy but content in his arms. Katsuki’s already in the kitchen, flipping eggs with a towel slung over his shoulder. The breakfast table is set for three—complete with apple puree and banana slices for their tiny hero.

*"By the way…"* Izuku says, adjusting Shoto in his lap, *"The gala’s in a week, and we still don’t have outfits. We seriously need to go shopping, Kacchan."*

Katsuki slides the eggs onto a plate, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

*"Hmm."*
That trademark grunt. He avoids eye contact, deflecting. *"Gotta see the old hag today. Texted her this morning—you know she’s obsessed with her new collection."*
Izuku raised an eyebrow. *"By ‘old hag,’ you mean Mitsuki-san?"*
His smile was playful. *"I mean, you’re not wrong. The woman’s a legend. But it doesn’t change the fact that we still need outfits for the gala."*

Katsuki set a small cup of water in front of Shoto. *"Listen. Not happening today. Besides—"*
He glanced at his husband over his shoulder, tone shifting to something teasing.
*"You’ve got bigger problems. Like this morning’s ‘tiny hero squad ambush’?"*

Izuku burst out laughing. Shoto murmured in his lap, popping his pacifier back into his mouth.

*"Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Iida… They *swarmed* me. ‘You’re hiding Shoto from us,’ ‘We wanna see him,’ ‘Do we not count as family anymore?’ Blah blah blah…"*

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but a tiny smirk tugged at his lips.
*"We suffered too much with those idiots."*

*"I’ll invite them over today. While you’re at your mom’s, I’ll take Shoto out a bit. And… it’s time everyone met our little ‘ba’-saying baby."*

Katsuki sat down in his chair with a victorious nod.
*"After hearing that sound this morning… yeah, no one’s getting denied."*

Shoto, right on cue, dropped his tiny blue spoon and looked up at his father with a pleased expression.
*"Ba…"* he babbled again.

Katsuki picked up the spoon, booping his nose lightly. *"You just gotta ask, tiny blast."*

Izuku cut into his eggs with a fork, voice turning serious.
*"Still… even if we postpone shopping, we can’t avoid the gala forever. Either we face the paparazzi in pajamas, or—"*

*"Or I design something for you."*
Katsuki mumbled it almost under his breath. But he quickly recovered. *"I mean—maybe the old hag already has something in mind. Last year, she had outfits stitched in advance."*

Izuku shot him a suspicious look. *"You’re definitely scheming something…"*

Katsuki grinned and deflected. *"You deal with the ‘baby brigade.’ I’ll handle the sewing sweatshop. No promises if I see you in one of those bowties, though—I’m blowing it up."*

Izuku rolled his eyes. *"Not just bowties. Last year, they embroidered *flowers* on my collar."*

*"Yeah, real *aesthetic*,"* Katsuki drawled sarcastically. *"Looked like you were headed to a funeral."*

Izuku laughed, and Shoto giggled along with him.

---

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, filling the space with the scent of freshly baked pastries and a sweet, bustling energy. The counter looked like a battlefield—chopped fruits, half-made sandwiches, a mini cake mold, and colorful drinks for the kids turning it into a vibrant mess.

Shoto sat carefully on a soft kitchen mat, legs swinging slightly as he watched his father with wide eyes. He sucked on his pacifier, occasionally pulling it out only to pop it back in, his tiny hands clutching a snow leopard plushie against his chest. His gaze never strayed far from Izuku, who moved around the kitchen with an apron on, hair tied back, multitasking between mixing batter and arranging fruit slices on small plates.

*"Hope Tsuyu still likes apple pie… Uraraka always wants that yogurt thing… Oh, Iida’s gonna care about fork alignment…"* he muttered to himself.

Just then, footsteps sounded from upstairs. Shoto turned his head, tiny brows lifting curiously.

A few seconds later—
Katsuki descended the stairs.

He wore a sleek black jacket over relaxed-fit pants, hair neatly swept back. His long earring added a sharp glint to his look, and the chain around his neck caught the sunlight.

Izuku hadn’t noticed him yet, focused on the stove. Katsuki crept up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

*"You’re overdoing it, nerd,"* he murmured, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s hair.

Izuku startled slightly, then smiled. *"They’re all coming. You should’ve seen how desperate they were to see Shoto… Plus, the gala’s soon—"*

*"I’ll be back in a few hours,"* Katsuki cut in softly. *"Just gotta check in with Mom, then review the sketches."*

Izuku turned, pecking his husband’s lips. *"Don’t be late, or I’ll have to handle the ‘baby brigade’ alone."*

Katsuki snorted. *"Too much for a scrawny guy like you."*

Izuku rolled his eyes. *"I lifted a two-ton building *with my bare hands* yesterday."* But he grinned.

Shoto babbled suddenly, twisting toward them:
*"Ba… ba…"*
The eager, excited sound melted Katsuki’s heart.

He stepped closer to the counter. Shoto perked up at his approach, reaching out with tiny hands, cheeks pink. Katsuki nuzzled his face against the baby’s strawberry-and-soap-scented skin.

*"You’re my little blast, y’know that?"*
He dotted kisses on his cheeks, forehead, even the tip of his nose.

Shoto babbled more insistently.
*"Ba… ba… ba…"*

*"I’ll be back, got it?"* Katsuki whispered. *"We’ll play later. But for now… Daddy’s gotta go make some *explosive* things happen."*

Izuku watched the sweet goodbye with misty-eyed amusement.
Katsuki booped Shoto’s nose one last time, then stole a quick kiss from Izuku.

As he headed for the door, he glanced back.
*"Shoto—don’t set the kitchen on fire. Your mom’s already a disaster."*

Izuku laughed. *"JUST GO, KACCHAN!"*

The door clicked shut.

---

After tidying the kitchen, Izuku smiled down at Shoto in his arms. The baby gripped his fingers, pacifier bobbing as he sucked contentedly. Though calm, there was a flicker of shyness in his expression.

Izuku carried him to their room, changing him into a tiny onesie inspired by Katsuki’s hero costume—dark colors, orange accents, fire-and-ice motifs. Shoto looked *adorable*. Izuku snapped a few photos.

Then—the doorbell rang.

Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Iida burst in the moment Izuku opened the door, faces alight with excitement.

*"Izuku! We *need* to see Shoto!"* Uraraka cheered.

But the moment the crowd entered, Shoto tensed. His small body stiffened, eyes darting nervously. The usually reserved baby—known for his quiet trauma—burrowed into Izuku’s chest, tiny hands clutching his neck.

A shaky *"Ba…"* escaped him, not quite *"Dad"* yet, but the plea for safety was clear.

Izuku’s heart clenched. Softly, he reassured his guests: *"He’s shy. New faces overwhelm him, but he’ll warm up."*

Uraraka leaned in, voice sweet. *"Don’t worry, tiny hero. We’re family!"*

Tsuyu added gently, *"You’re safe here, Shoto."*

Iida nodded firmly. *"We’ll always be by your side, young one."*

Izuku rubbed Shoto’s back, meeting his eyes. *"I’ve got you. No need to be scared."*

Slowly, Shoto relaxed. His grip loosened, pacifier bobbing as he blinked up at the strangers—now seeming less like threats, more like curious oddities.

Izuku smiled. *"C’mon, let’s eat. I made snacks."*

Uraraka beamed. *"Perfect! We missed you *and* Shoto!"*

The tension dissolved. Shoto, nestled safely in Izuku’s arms, let out a soft *"Ba…"* as warmth filled the room.

---

When Katsuki stepped into the agency, Mitsuki was hunched over her desk, deep in sketches. She shot up the second she saw him, pulling him into a rough but loving hug.

*"BAKUGOU KATSUKI—I STILL HAVEN’T MET MY GRANDSON,"* she growled, though her voice wavered. *"What kinda crap is that? Huh?"*

Katsuki shrugged. *"He’s *new*, Mom. Needs time to adjust."*

Mitsuki narrowed her eyes, then huffed. *"Adjust *this*—I wanna *see* him. Media’s blowing up about ‘Dynamight’s baby,’ and I’m stuck here like some *stranger*—"*

Masaru emerged from the design room, smiling. *"Welcome back, son."*

Katsuki hugged him, the steady presence grounding him.

Mitsuki grumbled in the background: *"Paparazzi get pics before *I* do… Ridiculous!"*

Katsuki smirked. *"You’ll see him soon. Dinner at our place."*

Mitsuki’s eyes lit up—before she caught herself, crossing her arms. *"Damn right I will."*

Katsuki exhaled, then got to the point. *"Anyway. I’ve got three designs—for me, Izuku, and the squirt. Think you can finish ’em in a week?"*

Mitsuki’s expression shifted. A slow, *dangerous* grin spread across her face.

*"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO, BRAT? I’M MITSUKI BAKUGOU."*

Her voice was pure pride, pure challenge.

*"If this family’s outfits are getting done, *I’m* the one doing them. Don’t forget who I am."*

Katsuki matched her grin, sparks in his eyes.

*"Yeah, Mom. That’s why I’m here. Give us that legendary ‘Bakugou touch.’"*

Mitsuki pulled him into another hug, muttering:

*"‘Legendary’? This time, it’s gonna be *explosive*."*

Katsuki patted her back, smirking.

*"Damn right. Bakugou Fashion’s back."*

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Katsuki took out his phone and began showing his mother photos of the designs he had drawn. On the screen, elegant lines, meticulously crafted details, and harmonious colors stood out.

**Katsuki:**
"Here, old hag—three designs. One for me, one for Deku, and one for Shoto. The measurements are ready too. You already know Izuku’s and mine, but Shoto’s are like this..."

Katsuki listed Shoto’s detailed measurements one by one—his height, weight, arm and leg lengths. As Mitsuki listened attentively, they began walking toward the design studio in the background.

When they entered the room, Masaru appeared beside them, holding fabric samples.

**Masaru:**
"Great sketches, Bakugo. Fabric choice is crucial here, especially for Shoto’s design—I’ve been thinking about what would be the best material."

Mitsuki immediately chimed in.

**Mitsuki:**
"We know babies have sensitive skin. So, we need the softest, most breathable fabric possible—something cottony yet silky in texture. The gentlest option for the little one."

**Katsuki:**
"Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Shoto’s skin is so delicate that any roughness or friction could irritate it. That’s why the fabric needs to be soft *and* flexible. It also has to be stretchy enough to accommodate a diaper without restricting movement."

Masaru picked up one of the fabric samples, running his fingers over it gently.

**Masaru:**
"This silk-cotton blend is genuinely soft and lightweight. Plus, its elasticity allows freedom of movement. It’s perfect for baby clothes."

Mitsuki nodded in agreement.

**Mitsuki:**
"This fabric is ideal for Shoto’s sensitive skin. There’ll be enough room for a diaper, and it won’t hinder his movements."

Katsuki cut in, his voice protective yet slightly anxious.

**Katsuki:**
"Right. Shoto’s a bit shy—anything that restricts him makes him uncomfortable. So flexibility is a must. It has to be both comfortable *and* elegant."

Mitsuki smiled, softened by her son’s rare display of care.

**Mitsuki:**
"Like Bakugo said, the designs shouldn’t just look good—they need to be functional. I’ll pay attention to these details. We’ll make the best outfits for our baby *and* your partner."

As Masaru took notes, Mitsuki and Katsuki continued discussing everything—from fabric choices to stitching techniques, ensuring even the accessories wouldn’t irritate the baby’s delicate skin.

---

In the spacious design studio, Katsuki’s sketches were carefully spread across the large table. Mitsuki stood with a few fabric swatches in hand, while Masaru thoughtfully surveyed the color and texture options. Katsuki smirked slightly at his parents’ meticulousness.

**Mitsuki:**
"Let’s talk about Shoto’s outfit first. For a baby’s delicate skin, texture is key—soft, cottony, and silky, but also flexible so it doesn’t restrict movement. And with enough room for a diaper, like we discussed."

Katsuki nodded. **"Exactly, old hag.** The fire and ice motifs are important, but they can’t be uncomfortable. The left sleeve’s fire design needs vibrant, warm tones, while the right sleeve’s ice should use cooler, matte fabrics. That way, it’s meaningful *and* comfortable."

**Masaru:**
"The better the fabric choice, the longer the outfit will last. Durability matters, especially for babies."

Mitsuki held up emerald stones. **"These gems will give the perfect shimmer for the fire-and-ice fusion. They’ll adorn the outfit while adding an elegant glow. I’m sure Shoto won’t be bothered by the details."**

Katsuki smiled faintly. **"It has to be the best for the baby. His comfort is our top priority."**

**Masaru:**
"What about yours and Izuku’s outfits?"

Katsuki narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. **"They need to be special too. Izuku’s will be stylish yet comfortable—green tones with emerald accents. The sleeves and back will have elegant cutouts. As for fabric, something breathable, flexible, but high-quality."**

Mitsuki jumped in. **"Izuku’s outfit will be stunning. The shades of green and gemstones will blend so beautifully, everyone on stage will be mesmerized."**

Katsuki continued, **"Mine’s more aggressive but still sleek—mostly black, with orange and green accents. Cargo pants, loose and comfy. And on the back, my signature orange ‘X’ with gemstone explosion motifs on the collar."**

Masaru chuckled. **"Every detail in Katsuki’s outfit reflects his personality. That orange ‘X’ and explosion emblem are *so* him. Accessories like piercings and small blast motifs are key too."**

Mitsuki handed Katsuki fabric swatches. **"Be careful with material choices. It needs freedom of movement *and* durability. Katsuki’s outfit will steal the show, but without sacrificing comfort."**

Katsuki nodded. **"Of course. Especially for my ear and lip piercings—durable but lightweight materials."**

**Masaru:**
"It’s a family tradition. Everyone has their own sparkle. Your designs should reflect that brilliance."

**Mitsuki:**
"And don’t forget—both yours and Izuku’s outfits need elegant yet eye-catching details. The gems, fabric sheen, and cuts… Combined, they’ll be breathtaking."

Katsuki crossed his arms. **"Izuku’s green and my dark tones will contrast well on stage. The cape detail will add motion too."**

Mitsuki smirked. **"Bakugo Fashion strikes again."**

Masaru added, **"And Shoto’s grace will complete the show."**

Katsuki’s voice was firm. **"Every detail was chosen carefully. For the baby, for Izuku, and for myself."**

As the three deliberated over fabrics, gems, and accessories, their bond—and playful rivalry—shone through. Each was determined to make sure their loved ones dazzled on stage.

---

Mitsuki studied the design for Izuku’s crown, tracing the delicate lines with her fingers.

**Mitsuki:**
"This crown is truly elegant, brat. The emeralds framed by white stones create such harmony—when it rests on his forehead, it’ll blend perfectly with the light reflecting off his green curls."

Katsuki lifted his chin proudly. **"Yeah. I wanted a balance between white stones and emeralds to highlight his hair. It had to be elegant *and* striking."**

**Masaru:**
"And the way the gems sway will catch the light differently as he moves, creating a dazzling effect. Really well thought out."

Katsuki smirked. **"It had to match Izuku’s grace on stage. The crown isn’t just an accessory—it’s a symbol of his strength and elegance."**

Mitsuki moved to another sketch. **"And Shoto’s hair clip? A small but bold detail behind the ear—quite a daring touch."**

Katsuki scrutinized it. **"The clip’s shape combines fire and ice motifs. Tiny red stones like sparks for fire, and translucent blue stones like ice crystals. I wanted to show the balance between his two powers."**

Masaru nodded. **"This little piece sums up his character and abilities. It’ll stand out even during his performance."**

**Mitsuki:**
"And when he wears it, it’ll frame his face and hairline beautifully. Aesthetically *and* symbolically perfect."

Katsuki added, **"There’ll also be slight chains that move, creating light play with every motion. It’s not just about looks—it enhances his performance."**

Mitsuki winked. **"These designs aren’t just clothes, son—they tell a story. They’ll suit Shoto, Izuku, and you perfectly."**

**Masaru:**
"Using these details for Izuku’s outfit will highlight his presence and power."

Katsuki’s voice was firm. **"These designs are more than outfits—they’re part of our story. Every gem, every line matters."**

As the three finalized fabric and gem choices, their shared dedication—and competitive spirit—filled the room. Each was committed to making sure their loved ones shined brighter than ever.
Soft morning light filtered through the kitchen** as Izuku gently cradled Shoto in his arms. Their little son hadn’t yet fallen asleep, slightly overwhelmed by the commotion around him. He clung tightly to his pacifier, shyly gripping the hem of Izuku’s T-shirt.

Izuku murmured in a soothing voice, *"Hey there, little prince. It’s okay. We’re right here."* He rocked him slightly, rubbing slow circles on his back.

Shoto squinted his eyes and mumbled, *"Ba…"*—as if trying to say *"Papa"* but stumbling over the word. That tiny sound filled the room with warmth. Izuku smiled. *"Yeah, Papa’s here,"* he whispered.

Just then, Uraraka approached, her voice bright but gentle.
*"Shoto’s so adorable! But he seems a little shy—like the crowd’s making him nervous."*

Izuku nodded. *"Yeah, new things take time for him. Especially with so much attention."*

Iida smiled softly. *"He’s trying to get used to us, but he needs to feel safe first."*

Tsuyu observed quietly. *"He’s still so small and sensitive. We’ll have to be patient."*

Shoto’s tiny fists tightened around Izuku’s shirt, his body tensing before he buried himself deeper against his father’s chest. Izuku understood—his little boy was overwhelmed. *"Don’t cry, baby,"* he murmured, protective and soft. *"This is your home. Your family. You’re safe here."*

Uraraka gently stroked Shoto’s back. *"Yeah, Shoto! We’re your friends. You can take your time, okay?"*

Shoto closed his eyes, took a deep breath around his pacifier, and—after a moment—a tiny smile flickered on his lips.

Izuku swayed him gently. *"See? It might take a bit, but we’re not going anywhere. We love you so much."*

Behind them, Uraraka, Iida, and Tsuyu exchanged relieved smiles as the baby gradually relaxed.

Izuku pressed a kiss to Shoto’s forehead. *"Our little hero. We’re stronger together."*
Shoto tilted his head, pacifier bobbing, as the morning sunlight wrapped around them like a hug.

---

**The soft kitchen light** gave way to the warmth of conversation after breakfast. Izuku held Shoto as Uraraka, Iida, and Tsuyu gathered around. The baby stirred at the sound of his father’s name, turning to Izuku and mumbling, *"Ba…"*—a single syllable that echoed like a lullaby in the quiet room.

Izuku smiled, kissing his forehead. *"Papa’ll be home soon, don’t worry."*

Uraraka cooed. *"He’s *so* cute! Watching him grow up is gonna be amazing!"* She leaned closer, but Shoto shrank back, pressing into Izuku’s chest. His pacifier bobbed nervously.

Iida adjusted his glasses. *"Did you see the news lately? Izuku lifting that building… *Incredible.* Two tons—it had everyone talking."*

Tsuyu nodded. *"It’ll be the highlight of the gala. Legendary."*

Izuku rubbed his neck. *"I just did what I could. Shoto and Katsuki’s safety—and the public’s—comes first."*

Uraraka grinned. *"Speaking of—where *is* Katsuki? We’re dying to know!"*

Izuku chuckled. *"Out handling some business. He’ll be back soon."*

At the mention of his other father, Shoto squirmed. *"Ba…!"* he insisted, louder this time.

Tsuyu smiled. *"He already reacts to his dad’s name. *So* sweet."*

Uraraka reached out. *"C’mon, Shoto! Wanna play with us?"*
But the baby clung tighter to Izuku’s shirt, pacifier clenched between his lips.

Iida nodded sagely. *"Babies need time to adjust. Patience is key."*

Izuku cradled him closer. *"We’re being extra careful with him. His comfort matters most."*

Uraraka and Tsuyu tried gentle games—toys, smiles—but Shoto stayed shy. Still, the room buzzed with warmth, everyone working to ease him.

Izuku whispered, *"I know it’s hard, but we’re right here."* Shoto exhaled, relaxing slightly.

Uraraka tilted her head. *"How’s gala prep going? Outfits ready?"*

Izuku laughed. *"Not yet. Shopping’s on the list."*

Iida smirked. *"I assume Katsuki’s roped his mom into helping?"*

As laughter filled the room, Shoto slowly unwound in Izuku’s arms—until a door slam startled him.

*"Ba! Ba!"* He kicked his legs, reaching wildly toward the noise.

Izuku grinned. *"Okay, okay—we’re going!"*

The moment the door opened, Katsuki’s voice boomed: *"Hey, brat!"*

Shoto *launched* himself from Izuku’s arms, stumbling toward Katsuki with a gleeful shriek.

Katsuki caught him mid-step, grinning. *"Missed you, runt."*

Shoto latched onto his neck, burying his face in Katsuki’s collar. Safe. Home.

Izuku shut the door, smiling. *"Welcome back. Someone’s been waiting."*

Katsuki huffed. *"Yeah, *heard* that."*

Shoto babbled, *"Ba! Ba!"*—tugging Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki shot Izuku a look. *"Told you. Kid’s obsessed with me."*

---

**Katsuki carried Shoto** into the living room, where Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Iida greeted him.

Iida bowed slightly. *"Dynamight! Glad you’ve joined us."*

Uraraka giggled. *"You holding a baby *still* looks weird. But cute!"*

Tsuyu smirked. *"Shoto missed you."*

Katsuki rolled his eyes, adjusting Shoto in his arms. *"Tch. Obviously."*

The baby fussed, gripping Katsuki’s shirt and chewing his pacifier. Overstimulated. Tired.

Katsuki stood, bundling him closer. *"Gonna put him down. Too much noise."*

Izuku nodded. *"Need help?"*

*"Nah."* Katsuki draped a blanket over Shoto’s back, voice uncharacteristically soft. *"Got it."*

As he walked away, Uraraka sighed. *"Who knew *Bakugou Katsuki* would be such a dad?"*

Izuku grinned. *"I did."*

The room lapsed into comfortable quiet—until Shoto’s sleepy *"Ba…"* echoed from the hall.

Katsuki’s smirk was audible. *"Yeah, yeah. *Go to sleep.*"*

And in the golden morning light, their little family thrived.
Izuku nodded.** *"Alright, let him calm down... then you can come back."*

As Katsuki walked away, Uraraka whispered in awe, *"I can’t believe it... seeing him like this..."*

Just before the door closed, Tsuyu’s voice floated in: *"He looks so... natural."*

The dim living room light faded behind Katsuki as Shoto’s tiny arms clung to his neck. The baby’s eyes were half-lidded, his occasional murmurs muffled against Katsuki’s shoulder.

He climbed the stairs in silence, stepping into the soft glow of Shoto’s nursery. Sinking onto the plush rug, he adjusted the blanket over the baby’s back. Shoto blinked up at him, pacifier bobbing as he let out a quiet whimper.

*"Hm? What’s got you so fussy, pretty boy?"* Katsuki murmured. *"Heroes just got here. You were s’posed to meet ’em... but nooo, had to cry for Papa, huh?"*

A tiny grumble was his only reply.

Katsuki smirked, pulling him closer.

*"You’re playin’ me, aren’tcha? Whatever... nap first. Then you get playtime, aunts, uncles—*whatever*. But* ***sleep*** *first."*

Shoto’s pacifier slipped slightly. Katsuki nudged it back with his thumb, then rested his forehead against the baby’s hair. Shoto melted against his heartbeat, one last murmur:

*"Ba…"*

Katsuki huffed a whisper-laugh. *"Yeah, yeah... Papa’s here. Now* ***sleep.***"

---

**Downstairs, the conversation continued in Katsuki’s absence.**

*"This version of him... it’s like another world,"* Uraraka whispered, still staring at the door.

Izuku chuckled. *"Honestly? He surprises me more every day."*

*"How long has he been so... well,* parental*?"* Iida asked gently.

*"Since the first time he held Shoto,"* Izuku said. *"Maybe even before. Protecting him was instinct—but now? He *knows* him. *Understands* him."*

Tsuyu tilted her head. *"Gotta admit... never pictured *Bakugou Katsuki* like this."*

*"Me neither,"* Izuku admitted, grinning. *"Guess it was always in him, though."*

Uraraka pouted playfully. *"Still unfair how much you’re making us jealous."*

Izuku ducked his head, but the smile stayed—warm, *certain*—as he remembered the little weight now missing from his arms.

---

**In the softly lit nursery,** the crib rocked in a slow rhythm. Katsuki sat nearby, listening to the even breaths of the blanket-swaddled bundle in his arms. Shoto’s face was peaceful, his pacifier bobbing as he dream-murmured.

Katsuki leaned down, brushing back the baby’s red-and-white hair. Even asleep, those gray-blue eyes (half-lidded, lashes dusting his cheeks) held galaxies. He couldn’t stop the smirk.

*"Hey, runt,"* he whispered, voice softer than moonlight. *"Got a surprise for you ’n’ your old man. Whole gala’s gonna watch you shine—especially those damn paparazzi."*

A pause. Then, quieter:

*"But that hairpin of yours? *Everyone’s* gonna lose it. You’re a damn star, pretty boy."*

Shoto’s tiny fists gripped the blanket. Katsuki exhaled, closing his eyes for a second—

—then *jolted* when his phone buzzed. He stood, padding into the hall before answering, voice hushed:

*"What, hag?"*

Mitsuki’s voice crackled through. *"The emerald stones—clear or matte? Don’t wanna overdo the shine on the cape-crown combo."*

Katsuki hesitated, gaze drifting back to the nursery.

*"Matte. But not *dull*. Gotta match the hairpin."* A beat. *"And lighten the green cape fabric at the waist. Izuku likes satin’s drape."*

Mitsuki snorted. *"Damn, brat. When’d you get so *romantic*?"*

*"Shut it,"* he grumbled, but his tone stayed level. *"Fabric’s gotta be light but structured. And the *X*—*don’t* fuck up the stitching."*

Masaru chimed in: *"The backless cut’s *X*? Seam’s marked, but Katsuki—the explosion emblem might be too large."*

*"It’s *perfect*,"* Katsuki hissed. *"That emblem’s *me*."*

Mitsuki cut back in: *"Thick or thin fabric? You said *you’d* decide, but Masaru thinks—"*

*"Cotton blend. Not thick, but *solid*. Shoto’s needs stretch—diaper’s gotta fit. Izuku’s flows *with* him. Reflects light but doesn’t *glare*. And mine’s *exactly* like the sample."*

*"Fine, *fine*,"* Mitsuki huffed. *"Still haven’t seen my grandbaby, by the way."*

Katsuki rolled his eyes. *"We’ll video-call when he’s up. Not waking him."*

*"Call me! And kiss him for me!"*

Before hanging up, Masaru’s distant *"Don’t push him, Katsuki—"* was drowned out by twin laughter emphasizing *"Bakugo!"*

Katsuki shook his head, smirking. *"Whatever. Details later. Got a sleeping kid to get back to. Wake him with your noise, and *no one* sees him."*

He hung up, slipping back into the nursery. The crib still swayed gently. Shoto slept on, tiny fists clutching the blanket.

Katsuki leaned over the rail. His eyes were softer now, *unshielded*.

*"Gonna be ready soon, pretty boy,"* he murmured. *"That night’ll be *yours*."*

He pressed his forehead to Shoto’s. The baby’s warm breath ghosted over his cheek.

Then—with one last kiss to Shoto’s hair—Katsuki stepped back, leaving the door cracked behind him.

And for that moment, far from spotlights and noise and the world’s weight...

...it was just *them*. Father and son, wrapped in the quiet.

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When returned, the voices were still loud. Uraraka was excitedly waving her hands as she told a story, while Tsuyu narrowed her eyes and hummed thoughtfully, questioning the details. Iida sat with his usual perfect posture, but there was a faint smile on his face. Meanwhile, Izuku was listening to his friends while keeping an eye on their teacups and gathering Shoto’s empty food bowl to take to the kitchen.

When Katsuki entered the room, heads turned toward him.
"Bakugo!" Uraraka said with a grin. "You sneaked in quietly!"

Katsuki smirked sarcastically as he approached them.
"Gotta keep it down for sleeping babies, Pink Cheeks."

"Did he fall asleep?" Tsuyu asked, tilting her head.
Katsuki gave a short nod. "Yeah."

"Incredible," Iida said, adjusting his glasses. "This transformation… is admirable, Bakugo."

Katsuki grumbled but couldn’t hide the faint, proud smile as he dropped onto the couch beside them. He stretched his arm over the backrest and relaxed into the seat. When Izuku moved to sit next to him, he leaned lightly against his shoulder—a brief moment of peace.

Uraraka squinted with a smile. "I never thought I’d see such a calm Bakugo in this house."
"That’s ‘cause there wasn’t a baby around before, Pink Cheeks," Katsuki retorted without rolling his eyes. "While y’all were yapping, I was changing diapers."

Laughter erupted. Izuku chuckled softly before leaning in to whisper in Katsuki’s ear:
"Seriously… thank you. You handled him so well today."

Katsuki turned his head, narrowing his eyes at Izuku. "I’m the Dynamight dad of this house. What can’t I handle?"

Izuku bit his lip to stifle a laugh as Katsuki discreetly pulled out his phone, shielding the screen. It read: **OLD HAG**.

**MITSUKI:**
> Should the stones be glossy or matte? Should the emerald be framed in white or gold?
> Should the stitching be visible?

Katsuki quickly typed back without anyone noticing:

**KATSUKI:**
> Matte stones. White frame. Hidden backstitch.
> End this conversation here. Stop frying my brain, old hag.

Mitsuki replied instantly:

**MITSUKI:**
> Still haven’t seen my grandson alive, by the way.

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t respond, locking his phone before subtly pressing a kiss to Izuku’s knee.
Izuku turned his head slightly and whispered:
"Was that my mom?"

"Nah," Katsuki smirked. "Just the fashion world’s greatest tailor torturing her son."

Just then, Uraraka abruptly changed the subject:
"I still don’t know what to wear to the gala! Bakugo, have you even thought about yours yet?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes toward Izuku but shrugged nonchalantly.
"We’ll figure it out. Maybe it’s already taken care of."

Izuku turned and stared at him. "What does *that* mean?"
Katsuki just grinned and deflected by answering Iida’s question.

But amid the laughter and hero gossip, Katsuki stole another glance at his phone—hidden like a secret in his pocket. Three outfits. Three hearts. One family.

---

After the door closed, the house fell silent. The echoes of laughter lingered on the kitchen walls for a few seconds before fading away. Shoto had dozed off again, his tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically against Izuku’s neck. Katsuki carefully carried their son to bed while Izuku tidied the kitchen.

By the time they returned to the living room, the lights had been dimmed. The room was filled with the faint scent of lavender and the quiet comfort of home at the end of the day. Katsuki set two steaming cups of tea on the coffee table. Izuku leaned back on the couch, smiling tiredly but contentedly, wearing a soft, oversized T-shirt—clearly signaling the official end of the day.

Katsuki sat beside him without a word. A brief silence passed before he rested his hand on Izuku’s knee and leaned his head against his.

"*I’m* the hero of the day," he murmured with a smirk. "You had a two-ton building on your back, I had a screaming baby in my arms."

Izuku laughed, his tired chuckle laced with affection. "We both carried our share today."

Katsuki lifted his head, studying Izuku’s face. His green eyes were weary but still bright. For a moment, Katsuki said nothing. He traced his fingers along Izuku’s cheek before cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in. When their lips met, time slowed in that familiar way. The outside world disappeared—only the echo of their heartbeats remained between them.

Izuku responded first with surprise, then with a yielding sigh. As the kiss deepened, Katsuki’s hands guided him closer, settling him onto his lap. The touch between them wasn’t just passion or habit—it was careful, tender, and longing, as if they were discovering each other for the first time all over again.

"Today was really nice," Izuku murmured, resting his forehead against Katsuki’s. "With you, with him, with… us."

Katsuki pressed a kiss to his hair. "We’re nice *every* day."

When they retreated to their bedroom, there was no rush. The lights were low, the curtains swaying gently in the night breeze. Katsuki guided Izuku to the edge of the bed, lifting his shirt with deliberate care as Izuku smiled—trusting, loving, belonging. Clothes slipped away soundlessly, leaving only heartbeats and whispers in their place.

Katsuki’s touch wasn’t that of a warrior, but of a lover. His lips traced a path from Izuku’s shoulder to his chest, lingering over his heart. Every caress was a silent *thank you*—patient, reverent. And when Izuku surrendered completely, they clung to each other as if they were the only anchors in the world.

Later, in the deep quiet of the night, Katsuki bundled Izuku in the blankets. Izuku rested his head on Katsuki’s chest, his eyelids heavy.

---

By the first light of dawn, the house was silent again. The only sounds in the dim room were the ticking of the clock and the faint, high-pitched cries of their baby.

Izuku blinked awake, momentarily disoriented. His back was still pressed against Katsuki’s warmth, his arm draped loosely around Izuku’s waist. But as the crying grew more insistent, instinct pulled him upright.

Katsuki was still deep in sleep—his face half-buried in the pillow, hair mussed, the edges of his eyes softened by exhaustion. Not wanting to disturb him, Izuku carefully slipped out from under the sheets, the cool floor sending a shiver up his feet. He grabbed Katsuki’s discarded shirt and pulled it on, but nothing else mattered except the sound of his baby’s cries.

As he walked down the hallway, the sound grew clearer. Pushing the nursery door open gently, he was met with Shoto’s flushed cheeks, damp lashes, and tear-streaked face.

"Okay, okay, sweetheart… I’m here," Izuku murmured softly
Little Shoto didn’t stop crying at first when he saw his father, but as he lifted his tiny arms toward him, his sobs softened into shaky whimpers. Izuku immediately bent down and gently scooped him up. The baby’s small hands instantly clutched the collar of his shirt. Just like every morning, he buried his face into the crook of Izuku’s neck and quietly suckled on his pacifier.

"Morning already, little bird?" Izuku murmured, stroking Shoto’s back. "Did you dream about us, huh?"

The only response from Shoto was a sleepy sigh. Still drowsy, but now content. Izuku held his warm little body close as he stepped out of the room, pausing briefly to glance out the living room window. The air was still soft—the city hadn’t fully woken yet.

When he reached the kitchen, he flicked on the lights and began preparing Shoto’s bottle with practiced ease. With one hand, he warmed the formula while the other patted Shoto’s back soothingly.

"Papa’s still asleep, huh?" he said with a smile. "He worked hard yesterday. But now it’s your turn. Today’s *your* day, sweet boy."

Shoto lifted his head slightly to look at Izuku’s eyes before nestling back into his arms, as if just hearing his voice was enough.

Izuku settled into a chair, cradling Shoto in his lap as he fed him. No words passed between them—just a comfortable, love-filled silence. Time seemed to slow, just for a little while, giving them a gentle start to the day.

Before long, footsteps echoed from the hallway. Katsuki shuffled into the kitchen, yawning, still half-asleep. He wore only shorts, his hair a wild mess, but his expression softened the moment he laid eyes on his family.

His gaze flicked first to Izuku, then to the baby in his arms.

"Both morning *and* sunshine… you’re both here," he muttered, voice rough with sleep.

Izuku smiled. "Didn’t want to wake you. We’re early risers."

Katsuki stepped closer, bending down to press a kiss to Shoto’s forehead and inhaling the scent of his hair. "Mornin’, little explosion."

Shoto didn’t giggle, but he let out a soft, "Ba…" around his pacifier—part greeting, part affection, maybe even a hint of longing.

Katsuki grinned, genuine and warm. "Yeah, Daddy’s here. Now we’re all together."

---

Soft morning light spilled over the breakfast table—fresh orange juice, toast, cheeses, and Katsuki’s signature veggie omelet filled the spread. Shoto sat in his high chair, a small bowl of puree in front of him. His tiny hands occasionally tugged at his pacifier as he happily swallowed the small spoonfuls his father fed him.

Izuku hesitated before taking a bite of his own food, his expression shifting into mild concern as he looked at Katsuki.

"By the way… the gala’s tomorrow. You *do* know we still haven’t picked anything to wear, right? Seriously, we have *nothing*. And Shoto needs an outfit too."

Katsuki stabbed his fork into his omelet, chewing lazily before shrugging.

"Relax. We’ll figure it out." He lifted his brows, taking a sip of juice. "Got some errands today anyway—gotta stop by the old hag’s."

Izuku frowned. "*Again*? What business do you even have with Mitsuki-san at a time like this? The gala’s *tomorrow*, Katsuki. We need to dress *Shoto* too. I don’t want to leave shopping for the last minute."

Katsuki averted his gaze, smoothly taking another sip. "Just small stuff… she asked for a favor. Helping her out."

Izuku narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his voice. Shoto, meanwhile, reached for Katsuki’s glass, prompting him to quickly redirect.

"Hey, that’s not for you, princess," he murmured, gently brushing his thumb over Shoto’s cheek. "Finish your puree first."

Izuku tried to smile but remained firm.

"Katsuki, I’m serious. Uraraka already texted—she’s even picked her outfit. Let’s just go shopping today. We can hit a few stores before Shoto gets too fussy and people start recognizing him."

Katsuki fed Shoto another spoonful, stalling. Then, as if the topic meant nothing, he said:

"We can go tomorrow morning. No big deal. Plenty of time before the gala."

Izuku pressed his fork down a little harder, his tone lightly scolding but still sweet.

"Yeah, but today’s calmer—it’s the only day we can actually *plan*. What if something comes up tomorrow? And—*you* love shopping. Where’s that Bakugou fashion pride?"

Katsuki shrugged. "I like shopping, but I’ve got more important things today. Getting stuff sorted. Trust me, we’ll look *explosive* at the gala."

"I don’t want to *hope* we look explosive tomorrow, Katsuki. I want to *know* what we’re wearing *today*," Izuku said, irritation creeping in, though his voice stayed low. Then he turned to Shoto, softening as the baby tugged at his shirt. "Right, sweetheart? You need to look dapper too."

Shoto mumbled around his pacifier: "Ba…"

Katsuki immediately grinned, ruffling his hair. "You’re already the handsomest, no matter what."

Izuku shot him a stern look but couldn’t suppress his smile. "Fine. Don’t take too long at Mitsuki-san’s. We *need* to plan by tonight."

Katsuki placed a dramatic hand over his heart, bowing his head. "I swear it… *Deku-sama*."

Izuku burst out laughing. "Oh, I’ll *show* you Deku-sama…"
Shoto, nestled between their laughter, turned his head from one to the other, babbling along as if joining the conversation. The mood at the table was warm and genuine—a true family moment, even amid their playful bickering.

Katsuki was changing in the bedroom, pulling on a fitted black T-shirt and layering it with a slightly oversized bomber jacket. He stuffed a few essentials into the pockets of his cargo pants—phone, wallet, keys. After a quick glance in the mirror to smooth his hair, he exhaled deeply, his expression serious but slightly weary. Then he headed for the door.

As he walked down the hallway, he heard faint grumbling from the kitchen. Izuku was juggling Shoto in one arm while organizing items on the counter. The moment Shoto heard Katsuki’s footsteps, he lifted his head, pushing his pacifier aside to watch his father intently.

Izuku looked up when he saw Katsuki slipping on his shoes. His green eyes narrowed slightly, lips pursed.

"Don’t forget," he said sternly. "This isn’t a visit—just a quick stop at Mitsuki-san’s. You’ll be back in a few hours. We *still* don’t have outfits. The gala’s *tomorrow*, in case you need reminding."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at his lips. "You’ve said it a hundred times, Deku. I’ll keep an eye on the clock. I’ll handle the old hag without a fight. Maybe..."

Izuku adjusted Shoto in his arms, lifting him slightly. "I don’t trust you."

Shoto, meanwhile, had fixed his gaze on Katsuki. His chubby cheeks were slightly puffed, his tiny brows furrowed as he sucked on his pacifier, watching his father’s every move.

Katsuki paused when he noticed Shoto’s stare. He stepped closer, voice softening. "Hey… what’s with that face?" He brushed his fingers against Shoto’s chin, stroking his cheek. "Daddy’s just stepping out for a bit, okay?"

Shoto mumbled around his pacifier. "Baa…"

Izuku sighed. "Is he giving us attitude?"

"Probably. Your genetic legacy," Katsuki shot back, winking.

Izuku huffed. "*Kacchan*..."

"Alright, alright!" Katsuki laughed, then leaned down to press a quick kiss to Shoto’s cheeks. "I’ll be back, little explosion. Keep an eye on your mom for me, got it?"

Shoto let out a tiny giggle, though his pout lingered. Katsuki hesitated for a second longer, then straightened and turned toward the door.

Izuku called after him:
"Katsuki!"

"What?"

"Shopping. Don’t forget."

Katsuki waved without looking back. "Won’t. Promise!"

As the door clicked shut, Izuku stared at it for a long moment. Then he hugged Shoto tighter and muttered:
"Your dad’s running off like usual, leaving you with me…"

Shoto kept his eyes on the door for a few more seconds before resting his head against Izuku’s shoulder, resuming his pacifier-sucking. But his gaze remained fixed on where Katsuki had disappeared—a quiet longing settling over his round little face.

---

Katsuki Bakugou stepped into the sleek, high-ceilinged lobby of *Bakugou Fashion*, where employees immediately bowed their heads in respect. He acknowledged them with a curt nod, his expression as sharp and commanding as ever.

He swiped his keycard at the elevator, heading straight to the top floor—Mitsuki Bakugou’s private office and design atelier.

The door slid open to the sound of fabric cutters, sewing machines, and Mitsuki’s sharp voice.

"No, the left seam on this line needs to be *softer*. This is for *Shoto*—didn’t I say it has to be like *clouds*?!"

Masaru, holding a file, shook his head with an amused smile. "Mitsuki… you can get your point across without yelling. The baby’s delicate, not the employees."

Just then, the door opened, and Katsuki walked in.

Mitsuki’s eyes lit up the second she saw him. She dropped the fabric in her hands and marched over.

"Katsuki!"

Mother and son shared a brief but warm embrace. Mitsuki, as always, mixed affection with complaints.

"Should I remind you I *still* haven’t seen my grandson in person?! I’m working day and night for him, and I haven’t even gotten a live glimpse!"

Katsuki scratched his head with a grumble. "I *told* you—he’s adjusting. We don’t want him overwhelmed yet. He’s practically glued to us anyway."

Masaru leaned against the large cutting table, smiling at his son.
"Still, good to see you, Katsuki. The place has been chaos since your designs came in."

Katsuki shrugged, then walked over to the three outfits displayed in the center of the room—each meticulously hung on glass mannequins: one for Shoto, one for Izuku, and one for himself.

His eyes landed first on Shoto’s.

Made of silky, cloud-soft fabric, it had delicate tulle details mimicking flames and ice cascading from the shoulders. The gemstones on the left shoulder sparkled like tiny embers in sunlight. The bottom was designed like a comfortable romper. Katsuki ran his fingers over the fabric—smooth, flexible, *perfect*.

"This," he murmured, "is *exactly* how it should be. Room for diapers, soft seams. Good job, old hag."

Mitsuki lifted her chin. "You forget who I am, brat?! I’m *Mitsuki Bakugou*. I can turn your scribbles into masterpieces!"

Katsuki smirked at his father. Masaru chuckled. "The risk of marrying this woman, son. She claims every success as her own."

Next, they moved to Izuku’s outfit. The elegant green blouse had an open back, emerald stones dripping down like falling leaves. The shimmer of the gems complemented the blouse’s flowing texture. The black pants beneath had subtle emerald accents, paired with a cape. On the table lay the crown—a large emerald framed by white stones, designed to rest on his forehead.

Mitsuki picked it up. "This… is a masterpiece. And believe it or not, it’ll suit Deku *perfectly*. The stones are set so lightly they won’t bother him."

Katsuki nodded with a faint smile. "That was the point."

Finally, he turned to his own design. The black cropped jacket had an open back, a bold orange "X" marking the center—an homage to his hero costume’s explosion motif. The front was studded with metallic stones, a small explosion emblem at its heart. The fitted base layer was sleek and flexible, and his cargo pants had green and orange strips that swayed with movement.

Katsuki studied it. "I’ll own the stage in this."

Mitsuki shrugged. "Just don’t blame me if the media goes wild over that lip piercing of yours. You’ll be a walking explosion—*KABOOM!*"

Masaru laughed. "If you give the press material, deal with the consequences, son."

Katsuki raised a brow. "Don’t care about the press. What matters is that night, that stage, that moment… and how damn proud I’ll be looking into their eyes."

A rare, soft smile crossed Mitsuki’s face. "Then this will be the Bakugou family’s night."

---

Katsuki stepped back, eyeing the delicate hair clip on the drafting table—the one he’d designed for Shoto to wear behind his ear.

The translucent blue stone held a dance of fire and ice inside, spiral patterns etched like a silent tribute to his son’s dual legacy. Fiery red streaks clashed with opal-like blue-white glimmers.

He picked it up, turning it between his fingers.

"Strange," he muttered, "how something so small holds so much meaning. But when it’s on him… everything will click."

Mitsuki stepped behind him, arms crossed.

"No matter how tough you act," she said softly, "I still recognize that tender-hearted boy in you, Katsuki."

He ducked his head with a grunt. "Just doing right by my kid."

Masaru approached, studying the clip. "This… is truly special. A legacy a child can wear. Even if he never hears your name, he’ll feel it came from *you*."

Just then, Katsuki’s phone buzzed. The screen read: **DEKU 💚**.

He rolled his eyes and answered.

"What, Deku?" His tone was softer than usual.

Izuku’s voice was laced with frustration. "*What do you mean ‘what’?!* It’s almost evening, and we *still* haven’t gone shopping. Are we seriously going to the gala in pajamas, Kacchan?"

Katsuki exhaled, scratching his head. "I’m heading out soon. Just finishing up here and grabbing the packages. Be there in half an hour, okay?"

Izuku sighed. "Don’t even *think* about dodging this. We *are* going shopping, Bakugou Katsuki."

"Yeah, yeah… See you, baby-wrangler." He hung up with a smirk.

Mitsuki laughed. "Honestly, Izuku deserves a medal. Anyone else would’ve divorced you or leaked you to the press by now."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "You *love* drama, old hag."

Masaru chuckled, then turned serious as he gathered three garment bags from the table—each outfit carefully pressed and packed.

"These are ready. Pressed, no creases. Accessories are in the small boxes—your crown, piercings, Shoto’s clip, the cape fasteners…"

Mitsuki added, "The crown’s padded so your bratty husband doesn’t break it. I even made two backups."

Katsuki reached for the bags, pausing before touching them. A strange mix of pride and impatience swelled in his chest. His hands had created something that would *elevate* the people he loved most.

He slung the bags over his arm. "Then… one step closer to stepping onto that stage."

Masaru walked him to the door. "Stay calm, son. A gala is like a battle. But you’re used to winning."

Mitsuki called after him, "And if I die without seeing my grandson, I’ll haunt you in the afterlife!"

Katsuki raised a hand without turning. "Yeah, yeah… We’ll figure it out."

As the elevator doors closed, his smirk was tired but satisfied.

Not just a gala… a *victory* night.

---

The front door eased open.

Katsuki stepped inside, one arm carefully balancing the garment bags, the other clutching the accessory boxes. He nudged the door shut with his foot, the green-orange strips on his cargo pants swaying slightly. His expression was exhausted but pleased—something close to a smirk.

Just then, Izuku’s voice rang out from the living room, Shoto in his arms:

"Katsuki, it’s *way* too late now! If we don’t leave soon, the gala—"

His sentence cut off.
His eyes landed on the special packages in his husband’s arms, and his words died in his throat. Shoto, spotting his father, wriggled excitedly in Izuku’s hold, tiny fingers pointing.

*"Ba…!"* he babbled.

Izuku tightened his grip on the baby, staring wide-eyed at the parcels. *"Those things… Are these—Are these the gala outfits?!"*

Katsuki rolled his eyes, carefully setting one of the boxes on the console as he toed off his sneakers.

*"You’ve whined enough already, Freckles,"* he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. *"Now open it and shut up."*

Izuku, dumbfounded, took a few steps forward, hovering over one of the boxes. *"You… you had them all made?!"*

Katsuki shook his head. *"Didn’t have them made. Designed them. The old hag and Dad handled the rest."*

Shoto stretched toward his father again, eager. Katsuki stepped forward, plucking the baby from Izuku’s arms with one hand while winking at his husband. *"If you’re gonna have a dramatic moment, at least wait till after you open it."*

Izuku’s fingers trembled as he unzipped the first garment bag.

Inside was the emerald-green blouse with elegantly draped sleeves, the floor-length cape attachment, the open-back cut… and in a separate box, a crown glittering with gemstones.

Izuku’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. For a few seconds… silence.

*"Did you… really… make this?"* he whispered.

Katsuki kissed Shoto’s cheeks, then locked eyes with Izuku. *"Well… Didn’t want my kid’s first gala photos ruined by some ugly outfit. Or my husband’s."*

Izuku’s eyes welled up, words failing him. He could only shake his head.

Katsuki shrugged. *"All for you. Keep opening. You haven’t exploded yet."*

*"Katsuki, you—"*

*"Me what?"* Katsuki grinned. *"Just the coolest damn dad and husband on the planet. Admit it already."*

Shoto nestled against his father’s chest, babbling as he reached for the fabrics.

Izuku was still in shock. He ducked his head, covering his mouth with his hand. Then, slowly, he smiled.

*"You… you’ve really ruined me right now."*

Katsuki leaned in, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s forehead.

*"You’re not ruined yet, Deku. Wait till gala night."*

---

In the living room, with some boxes still unopened, Katsuki sank into the armchair in the corner, Shoto in his arms. Izuku was still examining the details of the emerald-green outfit, his eyes growing brighter with every layer of fabric he touched.

Katsuki reached for the small box tucked under his arm. What was inside mattered more than anything else.

He adjusted Shoto in his lap.

*"Look here, little explosive. Your turn."*

Shoto sucked on his pacifier, eyes fixed on his father’s hands. When Katsuki opened the box, revealing the tiny romper—delicate tulle, shimmering stones, intricate embroidery—the baby’s round eyes grew even wider.

*"This,"* Katsuki said, voice soft but brimming with pride, *"is your gala outfit. So you can shine with your mom."*

Shoto looked at the outfit, then at his father, then back at the outfit.

A beat of silence. Then—

*"Ba—!"* he squealed.

His tiny hands reached for the romper, fingers brushing over the fire-and-ice motifs. His legs kicked excitedly, as if he wanted to put it on immediately and admire himself in the mirror.

*"Oh ho ho!"* Katsuki smirked. *"A fashion icon is born."*

Izuku knelt beside them, and Shoto’s excitement doubled at the sight of him. He clutched the fabric but giggled around his pacifier, eyes sparkling.

*"I think he likes it,"* Izuku said, smiling. *"His eyes are shining."*

*"If he didn’t, he’d be going to the gala in just his diaper,"* Katsuki muttered. Then he pressed a kiss to Shoto’s forehead. *"But wait till you see the clip…"*

From his pocket, Katsuki pulled out a small, transparent box. Inside was the hair clip—crafted with interwoven flames and ice, delicate stones catching the light.

Shoto’s pacifier slipped slightly as he stared at it, letting out a soft *"ohh."*

Izuku giggled. *"I might cry before I even try on my own outfit."*

Katsuki tightened his hold on Shoto, murmuring in a low, serious tone:
*"Our baby. He’ll shine in the light and the dark. No one will dare underestimate him."*

Izuku’s hand settled on Katsuki’s shoulder.

*"Because his father… is a hero like you."*

Katsuki looked away, clearing his throat. *"Tch. Don’t get sappy now. C’mon… Let’s try this on him."*

Shoto immediately raised his arms, legs kicking again. It was unmistakable—this tiny body *wanted* to wear that outfit and show it off.

Katsuki lifted the romper with care. *"Alright, let’s see if the star of the gala is ready,"* he said, voice teasing but warm.

Izuku took the outfit gently, fingers tracing the silky fabric, eyes lingering on the shimmering stones. Every detail screamed Katsuki’s touch—meticulous craftsmanship, infused with love.

Katsuki’s voice cut through the quiet:
*"Alright, sweetheart, let’s see how this masterpiece fits you."*
Shoto squirmed excitedly in his father's arms, tiny hands tugging at the romper's hem while curiously watching the tulle that brushed against his face. Before dressing him, they checked the diaper beneath his little bottom—Katsuki's movements practiced and confident.

*"Turned me into a damn fashion slave, this brat,"* Katsuki grumbled, though his face split into a wide grin.

Izuku laughed as he helped, guiding Shoto's arms through the delicate flame-and-ice-patterned tulle. The inner lining was so soft that Shoto didn't fuss at all. His small body practically glowed in the outfit.

Just as they finished dressing him, Shoto began turning his head side to side.

*"Hold up,"* Katsuki said. *"Somethin's missin', ain't it, little man?"*

From his pocket, he produced the elegant hair clip—its interwoven fire-and-ice stones shimmering as if dancing with light. Shoto initially pulled back slightly, then locked eyes with his father. Katsuki leaned in, gently securing the clip in place.

Shoto's sudden smile sealed the moment.

Feeling the clip, he tilted his head slightly toward the nearby mirror. Seeing the delicate accessory resting perfectly above his ear, he touched it with his little hands. His eyes sparkled.

*"Ba!"* he exclaimed, pointing at the clip eagerly.

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Izuku brought his hand to his mouth, his eyes welling up.**

*"Ah… I imagined it would suit you, but this…"* he said, his voice trembling slightly.

*"It’s devastating,"* Katsuki finished. *"Look, even our own shadows don’t dare stand beside it."*
He proudly adjusted the bowtie. *"This kid was born with Bakugou style."*

Shoto giggled to himself as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Then he turned to his father, stretching out his arms.

Katsuki picked him up again, the little boy’s head resting against his shoulder.
The gem at the end of the bowtie glowed softly against his hair.

*"We’re ready for the gala, little man,"* Katsuki murmured, leaning his forehead against the baby’s hair. *"We’ll show everyone just how damn cool Bakugou blood is."*

Izuku stepped closer, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s cheek.
*"We’re both so proud of you, sweetheart."*

Shoto smiled. His tiny hands patted Katsuki’s face before he nuzzled gently into his neck.

---

**Upstairs in the bedroom, Izuku took a deep breath in front of the mirror.**
The gala was tomorrow, but ever since Katsuki had surprised him with packages that morning, his stomach had been in knots.
He hadn’t seen the outfit before. When he learned Katsuki had designed it without his knowledge, his heart nearly burst.
His hands had shaken as he unwrapped it, and when he saw that familiar yet magical shade of green, his throat tightened.

Now, it was on him.

The blouse’s thin, silky fabric draped gracefully from his arms, slipping off his shoulders to leave his back completely bare.
The semi-transparent green train cascaded from his waist, sweeping the floor, while the emerald details along his back shimmered faintly.
The sleek, slightly loose black pants completed the look.
The final touch was the delicate circlet resting on his forehead—white stones glinting amid his green curls, the emerald at its center trembling with every breath like a dancing spark.

*"...Katsuki... did you really draw this?"* he whispered to himself, staring at his reflection.
He was stunned. Enchanted.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Katsuki stepped in, holding Shoto in his arms. The baby was happily sucking on his pacifier, dressed in his own gala outfit. Katsuki supported him with one arm, but the moment his eyes landed on Izuku, he froze.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stared.
Then he let out a low, strangled noise.

*"God... this is just the rehearsal, right?"* he said hoarsely.
*"I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow. I just... want to keep looking at you like this."*

Izuku shyly averted his gaze.
*"D-does it look okay?"* he murmured.
*"Okay?"* Katsuki closed the distance between them. *"When I look at you, words fail. This isn’t just an outfit—it’s like... an entire world made just for you."*

At that moment, Shoto’s eyes sparkled.
His tiny hands reached for his mother.
Then, a soft babble:
*"Ma…"*

Izuku bent down, lifting Shoto into his arms. The baby’s little fingers brushed against the gems in the circlet.
His wide eyes locked onto Izuku’s green ones. He was mesmerized, just like Katsuki.

Katsuki smiled faintly, ruffling the baby’s hair.
*"After the gala, let’s frame these outfits and hang them on the wall,"* he said. *"Because this... is you as a goddess."*

Izuku laughed softly.
*"Stop exaggerating. I haven’t even done my makeup yet."*

Katsuki grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
*"If you look like this without makeup... then I’m truly cursed."*

Izuku turned back to the mirror, holding Shoto, and looked at himself one more time.
His heart fluttered wildly.

This wasn’t just a dress rehearsal.
This was a moment that captured their family—a piece of Katsuki’s love woven into every stitch, gripping him right in the heart.
He picked up Shoto and turned to Katsuki, who was waiting in the middle of the living room.**
*"Kacchan… we have a problem."*

Katsuki lifted his head without breaking his playful interaction with the baby.
*"What is it?"*
Izuku smiled sheepishly.
*"I didn’t prepare anything for dinner. I was so focused on the gala outfit because you kept nagging me, and then with Shoto… I didn’t even step into the kitchen."*
A soft growl came from his stomach as he shrugged.
*"What should we do?"*

Katsuki laughed, shifting Shoto onto his shoulder.
*"Honestly, I don’t feel like cooking either."*
Izuku narrowed his eyes in mock disbelief.
*"Bakugou Katsuki is giving up on cooking? I should document this rare moment for history."*

Katsuki rolled his eyes and turned to Shoto.
*"Your dad’s making fun of me, you hear that, little man?"*
Shoto smiled around his pacifier before resting his head against Katsuki’s neck.
Izuku didn’t miss the chance—he quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.

*"Should we eat out?"* Izuku suggested a moment later, slipping on his jacket.
*"We can take Shoto somewhere quiet, not too crowded… and get some fresh air too."*
Katsuki nodded thoughtfully.
*"Fine, but let me pick the place. At least somewhere with a decent menu."*
*"You choose, I’m happy either way,"* said Izuku, gently bouncing Shoto in his arms.

They headed for the door together.
As Izuku pulled the soft hood over Shoto’s head, Katsuki grabbed the keys.
Pausing briefly on the threshold, they glanced back at their home—calm, warm, safe…

Katsuki murmured:
*"Tomorrow night, this house will send out a prince, a queen, and…"*
Izuku cut in, *"...and an exploding fashion god."*

They both laughed.

Shoto babbled sweetly in Katsuki’s arms as they walked to the car, waving his tiny hands in the air.
Watching them, Izuku felt his heart swell with peace.

This wasn’t just an ordinary dinner.
It was their last quiet night before the gala.
An evening where they clung to each other a little tighter, basking in the glow of their small family…

---

**As they stepped out of the car, the cool evening breeze ruffled Shoto’s thin hooded coat.**
Izuku bundled the little boy closer, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
Katsuki stood in front of the restaurant, scanning the small lit sign above the door.

*"Quiet, simple, but quality,"* he said, hands in his pockets, wearing his usual confident smirk.
*"The menu’s all fresh seafood and homemade soups."*

Izuku laughed, hugging the baby.
*"I love your secret gourmet side."*

The restaurant felt like a sanctuary—wide windows overlooking the sea, crisp but elegant tablecloths, and lamps flickering like candlelight.
It wasn’t crowded; a few couples, a lone diner or two, and the soft hum of jazz set the tone for a serene evening.

A waiter greeted them with a smile, leading them to a corner table by the water.
Katsuki pulled out a chair, while Izuku asked for a small cushion to prop Shoto up.
*"We can bring a high chair,"* the waiter offered kindly.
*"No need,"* Katsuki said, settling Shoto on his lap.
*"Tonight, he’s dining at his dad’s table—special occasion."*

Izuku grinned. Shoto was calm but alert, his eyes tracing the lights, the gentle waves, and distant boat glimmers.
He sucked his pacifier, occasionally turning to pat Katsuki’s cheek with his tiny hands.

When the menus arrived, Katsuki instinctively chose for everyone.
Izuku teased, *"Ordering for us again?"*
Katsuki winked. *"Your indecision takes longer than gala prep."*

They laughed.
When the waiter set down the cake, Shoto's eyes immediately lit up.** He eagerly grabbed the golden star decoration, examining its shiny surface with curious fingers.
Izuku gently took the star and set it aside with a smile.
*"Okay, my little star. Now for the actual cake."*

Taking a small plastic fork, he broke off a tiny piece and offered it to Shoto. The baby's eyes fluttered closed as the strawberry cream melted in his mouth, letting out a sweet *"mmm"* sound.

Katsuki muttered, *"This brat's got a dangerous sweet tooth."*

When Shoto reached for more, Izuku pulled him into his lap for easier feeding. The baby leaned against Izuku's chest, alternately dropping his pacifier and clutching at his father's shirt collar. Between bites, he nuzzled Izuku's chin and neck, humming happily after each taste of strawberry cake.

Izuku's face glowed with that particular softness of motherhood. He stroked Shoto's hair with gentle fingers, murmuring *"Sweetheart, want another bite?"*
Shoto answered with a contented gurgle - his face now lightly smeared with cream...

As Katsuki watched them from across the table, words failed him. With a faint smile, he reached into his pocket and quietly pulled out his phone.
Without disturbing the moment, he captured the exact instant when Shoto rested his head against Izuku's heartbeat.
His own heart raced as he took the photo. *"The two miracles of my life,"* he thought.

He uploaded the unedited photo directly to his account with a simple but powerful caption:

> "My two reasons. My two hearts. My one home."
> #BakugoFamily #Shoto #MyWorld #DynamightAndHeart #dadydeku #Deku

The post reached hundreds of thousands of likes within minutes.
A moment later, Izuku noticed Katsuki looking at his phone.**
*"What are you doing?"* he asked, kissing Shoto's head.
Katsuki grinned calmly.
*"Showing the world what it's missing."*

Shoto, now full and content in Izuku's arms, rested his head against his father's shoulder. His eyes were half-closed, pacifier securely back in place.
Izuku turned to Katsuki.
*"Seriously... how did we get this lucky?"*
Katsuki placed his hand over Izuku's.
*"Everything started the day I met you. Doesn't take luck."*

The coastal breeze drifted softly as stars competed with the rhythm of waves across the night sky. In the quiet, the three of them walked along the shore.

Izuku cradled little Shoto against his chest, stepping carefully. The baby's eyes were nearly closed; his pacifier bobbed slightly as he clung to Izuku's collar in that drowsy space between sleep and wakefulness.
Izuku bent his head to inhale his son's scent.
*"Look at our little star... fell asleep even at the beach,"* he whispered.

Katsuki walked beside his husband—their fingers intertwined, his thumb gently stroking Izuku's palm. As they moved in comfortable silence, the evening chill grew more pronounced.
Shoto shivered slightly in Izuku's arms.

Katsuki paused, removing his black Dynamight hoodie. Wordlessly, he wrapped it around Shoto, swaddling the baby in soft fabric.
When the hoodie draped over Shoto's tiny frame, Izuku smiled.
*"So Shoto's the first person to sleep in your uniform, huh."*
Katsuki winked.
*"Won't be the last. Even the logo'll protect him."*

Then—a quiet shutter click from the shadows of a palm tree a few meters away.
The paparazzo behind the camera stared at the scene before him:
Dynamight walking through the night, one hand holding Izuku's, the other curled protectively around their sleeping child.
His face held a softness no one had ever seen before.

---

**After a few more steps, Katsuki glanced at Izuku.**
*"C'mon,"* he murmured. *"Let's get our baby home."*

Izuku nodded, adjusting Shoto against his chest. The little one had fully surrendered to sleep.
Katsuki wrapped an arm around Izuku's waist.
*"You're tired... I'll put him to bed tonight,"* he offered.

Izuku looked at him.
*"Not just putting him down... I want to remember this too. Look—he's hiding inside your Dynamight jacket."*
Katsuki smiled proudly.
*"The world's strongest defense."*

They turned toward home together.
And that night, a journalist began drafting his headline by dawn's first light:

> *"Dynamight’s Hidden Side: Silent Heroism on the Shore"*
> —Little Shoto wrapped in his father’s love

By the time they arrived home, midnight had long passed. They slipped quietly through the door.
Shoto still slept in Izuku's arms—his tiny head nestled against his father's shoulder, pacifier bobbing as he clutched Katsuki's jacket.

No lights turned on.
Katsuki retrieved the nightlight from the baby bag left on the kitchen counter.
*"Wait here,"* he whispered to Izuku before heading upstairs to prepare the nursery.

Izuku lingered in the doorway for a moment, gazing at Shoto's hair, his round cheeks.
His eyes shimmered slightly—not from sadness, but from a heart too full to contain itself.

Minutes later, Katsuki returned.
*"All set,"* he said. *"Time to tuck in our little explosive."*

They climbed the stairs slowly.
Shoto's room glowed softly; stars from the rotating mobile danced on the ceiling as a music box melody floated through the air.

Katsuki reached out.
*"Hand him over,"* he said.

Izuku carefully transferred the baby.
Shoto stirred with a sleepy murmur but settled instantly in his father's familiar warmth.

Katsuki lowered him into the crib with practiced care.
Then he bent down, pressing his forehead to his son's.
*"Sweet dreams, little warrior,"* he breathed.
Izuku leaned over the railing, adjusting Shoto's pacifier.
He caught tiny fingers and kissed them.
*"Big day tomorrow,"* he whispered. *"Our first gala... All three of us."*

Katsuki paused, watching his husband.
Izuku's face held that peaceful smile meant only for the night.

As they moved to their own room, only their quiet footsteps and heartbeats echoed in the stillness.
Katsuki stopped at their bedroom door.
*"Let me help you change—don't wanna tire you more,"* he said.
Izuku smiled silently.
Katsuki undid Izuku's jacket and shirt with gentle hands, then wrapped him in a soft robe after seating him on the bed.
He pressed a kiss to his lips.
*"Today... you were more than any hero,"* he murmured.
*"You're... our everything."*

Izuku's cheeks pinked.
*"Thank you for making it feel so easy, Kacchan."*

Katsuki just shook his head.
He guided Izuku under the covers, sliding in beside him.
An arm around Izuku's waist, his face buried in green curls. Izuku nestled against his chest.

And so, beneath the city lights, another night was complete.
The quiet wrapped around them like the music box's fading lullaby from Shoto's room.
Tomorrow was gala day.**
But tonight belonged solely to family.
As morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains like a delicate veil, Izuku was the first to wake.
The moment his eyes opened, his mind was already racing.
Today was the gala.
Today, they'd walk the grand venue's red carpet together for the first time as three.
Himself, Katsuki, and Shoto.

He sat up abruptly.
Beside him, Katsuki still slept face-down, one arm tucked beneath the pillow - wearing Izuku's bathrobe that had slipped halfway off his shoulder. They'd brought the baby to their bed after his nighttime crying. In the early light, Shoto rested between them, tiny hands pressed against his father's back, eyelids fluttering as he fought sleep while sucking his pacifier.

Izuku chuckled softly.
The baby was practically glowing against Katsuki's back, his small fingers tangled in those wild blond spikes.
A perfect family portrait.

*"Alright... we've got things to do,"* Izuku murmured.
He slipped quietly from bed, sliding his feet into soft slippers.
Brimming with morning energy, he checked bathroom towels, arranged Shoto's special soaps, and set out his new skincare kit for the gala. Then he headed to the kitchen - coffee first, then a small breakfast tray.

Meanwhile, father and son remained in bed, watching Izuku's bustling through half-lidded eyes with identical morning grogginess.

Katsuki squinted at his husband.
*"You're disgustingly energetic... it's not even seven,"* he grumbled.

Izuku called from the kitchen,
*"Gala day, Kacchan! Everything needs to be perfect!"*

Shoto rolled off Katsuki's back into the blankets, pacifier bobbing as he mumbled,
*"Ba...ba..."*

Katsuki lifted his head from the pillow.
*"What's up, brat? You catching your mom's morning craziness?"*
He gently pinched the baby's cheeks.
Shoto responded with a sleepy grunt.

When Izuku returned with the breakfast tray, he ruffled Katsuki's hair.
*"I'll need your help today - so much to do! First Shoto's bath, then outfit checks, packing the gala bag, the stylist—"*

Katsuki groaned, covering his eyes.
*"I'd blast you to oblivion right now... but let me get one sip of coffee first."*

Izuku laughed.
Shoto stirred at the sound, echoing, *"Ba...ba..."*

Katsuki scooped up his son.
*"Yeah, yeah. Daddy's up. Mom's already herding us anyway."*

Izuku clapped excitedly.
*"Great! Bath time first - Shoto, then you, then me!"*

*"This wasn't in my morning plans,"* Katsuki muttered, rubbing his eyes.
But he followed regardless.

Shoto raised his arms like a victory flag as they carried him.
Bath time had arrived. With only hours until the gala, Izuku was already frothing Shoto's special shampoo when a familiar grumble made him jump.

Katsuki stood arms-crossed in the doorway.
*"Three separate showers for three people? That's the dumbest shit I've heard,"* he scowled.
*"Waste of time. Water. Logic."*

Izuku rolled his eyes.
*"Kacchan, he's a baby. His skin's sensitive. We need to—"*

*"And we're on a schedule, Izuku,"* Katsuki interrupted, snatching Shoto's hooded towel.
*"Come on. All three of us. Now."*

*"What?!"*

Katsuki carefully transferred Shoto to one arm.
*"This little tomato's been awake five minutes. He'll be clean. You'll be clean. I'll be clean."*

Izuku looked between his son and husband - flustered, pink-cheeked, but secretly smiling.
*"Seriously?"*

Katsuki yanked open the shower door.
*"If it saves time... dead serious."*

Minutes later, steam fogged the glass as three figures moved behind it.
Warm water cascaded while Shoto giggled in Izuku's arms, soap bubbles tickling his skin as he made happy *"hmmm!"* noises between pacifier sucks.

Izuku massaged shampoo through soft baby hair.
*"Last week I bathed you alone, little hero... Daddy just revolutionized our morning routine,"* he smiled.

Katsuki kissed Izuku's soapy shoulder.
*"Thank fuck revolutionaries still get shit done."*

When Shoto reached for him, Katsuki took over, carefully soaping the baby's back.
*"C'mere, Potato 2.0... Daddy's turn now."*

Izuku's chest tightened watching them.
The way Katsuki cradled Shoto's head, murmuring *"Sometimes I worry you'll fight explosions with farts first"* between kisses to damp hair.

*"His first explosion will definitely be gas-related,"* Izuku laughed.

Their shared laughter echoed off tiles as water droplets glittered like golden light - blessing this peaceful morning ritual.

By the time Shoto returned to Izuku's arms, his eyelids were drooping again.

Katsuki shut off the water with a triumphant flick of wet hair.
*"Mission accomplished. Dry-off phase. And for fuck's sake,"* he said pointedly, *"don't start about three separate baths again."*

Izuku grinned.
*"Fine. You win this round."*

Katsuki winked, sending water flying.
*"I always win."*

**The bathroom had cleared of steam now.** Only a few droplets remained on the mirror, the last witnesses to their shared warmth. The three of them were softened by post-bath relaxation, wrapped in quiet contentment.

Shoto sat perched on the countertop—his stubby legs swinging back and forth, the hood of his light blue robe slipping over his ears like oversized headphones. The tiny white cloud patterns on the fabric made him look like a storybook character.

Katsuki, towel slung low on his hips, stood before the counter playing finger-tag with Shoto's tiny hands.
*"C'mon brat... gimme that hand—no not that one—this! Yeah!"* he laughed as Shoto giggled, deliberately evading capture. Though his pacifier stayed firmly in place, the crinkles around his eyes spoke volumes.

Izuku watched them from the mirror while blow-drying his hair, his reflection holding both peace and mischief.
*"Someone's become a morning person in this house,"* he teased.
*"And someone else is clearly the enabler..."*

Katsuki glanced up from Shoto's game.
*"He's right. Being this cute before breakfast should be illegal,"* he said, tickling the baby's plush cheek.
Shoto immediately pulled his hood over his face with an *"hmpf!"*, pressing his pacifier-mouth against Katsuki's shoulder in pretend embarrassment.

*"Oh, the shy act begins,"* Izuku chuckled.
He towel-dried his curls further before restarting the blow-dryer. The warm air seemed to soften the very atmosphere.

During a lull, Katsuki scooped up the baby.
*"Now then, troublemaker. Let's watch Mommy style those legendary curls... sound good?"*

Izuku caught their reflection—Katsuki cradling their blue-robed giggling son, his own features relaxed into near-childish softness...
He wanted this image etched into his memory forever.

Subtly, he grabbed his phone.
*Click.*

The perfect shot: Katsuki mid-nose-kiss against Shoto's cheek.

Izuku quickly edited it, adding a caption:

*"Gala prep begins—meet the team's real stars."*
✨ #NoFamilyLikeOurs #ShotoTime #DynamightStyle

After posting, he discreetly set the phone aside.

Katsuki pretended not to notice but caught his husband's smile.
*"Again?"* he grumbled.
Yet when Shoto suddenly exclaimed *"Ba!"*, all faux-annoyance evaporated. Katsuki rolled his eyes but smiled.
*"Fine, fine. Consider this our posed shot."*

Izuku burst out laughing.
*"Already a celebrity, baby!"*

Shoto simply sucked his pacifier and tugged his hood tighter.

---

**Post-bath, the house glowed** with morning light filtering through windows. The living room mirror had become a makeshift preparation stage.

Izuku sat before it wearing Katsuki's skull-print shirt, damp green curls clinging to his neckline. In his lap squirmed their impatient little star—Shoto, his still-damp hair catching light as he stared intently at the glittering hairpin in Katsuki's hand.

Katsuki had arranged braiding supplies beside him, his own towel-dried hair falling naturally over one shoulder. He gently gathered Shoto's dual-toned strands, studying their reflection.
*"Side braid? Or back-swept?"*

Izuku turned off the dryer.
*"Side... asymmetric looks elegant for galas. But braids—"* he smiled, *"—will suit you perfectly."*

Katsuki winked at the mirror. *"Locked in."*

Then to the baby:
*"And you... IcyHot. Today's spotlight's yours."*

Shoto giggled, momentarily releasing his pacifier to reach for his father.

Katsuki settled him carefully, beginning to comb.
*"See this?"* He showed the custom hairpin—delicate spirals of intertwined fire and ice motifs, studded with white and orange-red gems that would glint in Shoto's hair. The clasp ended in miniature flame and snowflake charms.
*"Made just for you. Like your quirk, kiddo."*

Izuku couldn't resist watching.
*"It'll frame his face beautifully... The braid will draw attention to his eyes. He's already stunning—"*

Katsuki smirked.
*"Stunning? He's our greatest victory."*

His fingers moved methodically, parting and weaving with practiced tenderness. Each twist was slow, even—infused with love.

Shoto's eyelids grew heavy. Not sleepy, but soothed by his father's touch. A soft *"Ba..."* escaped around his pacifier.

Izuku's heart melted anew.

As Katsuki fastened the final braid with a hairband, he kissed Shoto's forehead.
*"Ready, little prince."*

Izuku set down the dryer, admiring them in the mirror.
*"That might be the cutest braid I've ever seen..."*

Katsuki wheeled his chair behind Izuku.
*"Not done. Your turn."*

*"But I dried—"*

*"Nope,"* Katsuki interrupted, gathering emerald curls. *"These need gala-wildness. My department."*

Izuku laughingly complied. Shoto, now in his lap, watched intently—clearly awaiting his father's next masterpiece.

Katsuki carded through the verdant strands, muttering:
*"Not top-heavy... slight side-sweep... more volume..."*

Magic unfolded in their home—three hearts preparing together.

He marveled at how Izuku's curls always felt alive—seemingly chaotic yet whispering secrets when touched. Just like their owner: a whirlwind of hope beneath a battle-worn exterior.

*"They were like this when I first touched them,"* Katsuki murmured, carefully sectioning hair.
*"Wild. Stubborn. But so damn soft..."*

Izuku smiled through the mirror.
*"Like everything that ever ran from you, right?"*

Katsuki barked a laugh.
*"Yeah. Then wound up tangled around my neck. Just like you."*
**Shoto sat contentedly in his mother's lap**, the grogginess of sleep now gone. His bright eyes followed every movement of his father's hands with rapt attention. The comb in Katsuki's fingers didn't race against time—it moved with the patience of an artist, each curl carefully coaxed into place.

The baby tilted his head slightly, pacifier bobbing as he raised a tiny hand toward Izuku's hair.
*"Ba...?"*

Izuku's heart swelled anew.
*"You're jealous Daddy's playing with my hair, aren't you?"* he whispered. *"But this is for you too. This moment... it's for all three of us."*

Then—a vibration.

Katsuki's phone lit up on the counter.
A familiar name flashed: *Mina Ashido*

Izuku reached for it.
*"Katsuki, Mina's calling."*
Katsuki—hands still buried in green curls—nodded.
*"Answer it. She's probably screaming about something."*

With a smile, Izuku tapped accept.
*"Hey Mina, what's—"*

Mina's voice exploded through the speaker:
*"IZUKUUU! THE GALA! EVERYONE'S LOSING IT! YOUR PHOTOS ARE EVERYWHERE! THAT SHOT OF KATSUKI WRAPPING SHOTO IN HIS HOODIE LAST NIGHT—I RUINED MY MAKEUP SOBBING OVER IT!"*

Katsuki dropped his forehead against Izuku's shoulder with a sigh.
*"Glad you didn't combust,"* he muttered. *"The event hasn't even started."*

Mina's rapid-fire voice continued:
*"AND THAT PHOTO YOU POSTED?! BAKUBABE AND SHOTO LOOKED SO PERFECT WERE YOU THREE IN THE BATH TOGETHER? AND THE CAPTION ABOUT GALA PREP—I CAN'T EVEN GET EIJIRO OUT OF BED YET!"*

Izuku laughed into the phone.
*"Mina... the gala's hours away. Breathe. We're just getting ready."*

Shoto perked up at Mina's voice, turning wide eyes toward the device. In the brief silence, his little lips parted:
*"Ba...!"*

Mina's shriek pierced the air:
*"OHHH MY GOD! WAS THAT SHOTO?! DID HE JUST SAY 'BA'?! SEND A VIDEO RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR—"*

Katsuki met Izuku's gaze in the mirror.
*"She'll demand a group video next,"* he predicted dryly. Then he bent to press a kiss against Izuku's nape. *"Hang up. I just want to comb your curls."*

Izuku chuckled softly, watching as his son's eyelids grew heavy while his husband's fingers carded through his hair—the phone still chattering in his hand.

This moment... was the convergence of love's three forms.
These curls, this innocence, this patiently woven future.

Chapter Text

Izuku was doing his makeup in front of the large mirror, watching Katsuki and Shoto out of the corner of his eye.

Katsuki was carefully adjusting the baby’s onesie, his attention entirely devoted to the tiny garment. Shoto, fresh from his bath, still smelled like cotton and baby powder. He was gently slipping off the soft blue robe and carefully dressing the baby in the outfit specially designed for the gala. The icy tulle on his left arm and the fiery gemstones on his right shimmered as Shoto let out little giggles.

*“What are you staring at, Princess?”* Katsuki murmured, pressing a light kiss to the baby’s neck. *“I know you’re gorgeous, but don’t laugh that much.”*

Izuku smiled unconsciously, trying not to smudge his rouge as he turned back to the mirror. He brushed soft, shimmering emerald tones along the corners of his eyes and dabbed a transparent, slightly glossy balm on his lips. These simple yet elegant touches were enough to make him radiant.

Just then, Katsuki approached from behind, setting Shoto down on the bed for a moment.
*“Come here,”* he said in a low voice.

Izuku turned, about to ask something, but Katsuki had already begun loosening the braids in Izuku’s green hair with a fine comb, undoing the curls he had gathered while doing his makeup.
*“These shouldn’t be tied up,”* he said firmly. *“They should be free. Your curls… should fall.”*

Izuku silently watched his reflection.
As Katsuki shaped his hair with the comb, Izuku saw not just a hero in the mirror—but the beloved reflected in Katsuki’s eyes.

Once the last strand was freed and combed, Katsuki shaped the curls with his fingers. Soft, wavy locks cascaded over Izuku’s shoulders. One stray curl slipped down the side of his neck, looking so natural and beautiful…

*“There,”* Katsuki whispered, pressing a kiss to the nape of Izuku’s neck. *“Now this is the version of you I can’t take my eyes off of.”*

Shoto giggled, calling for his father. Katsuki chuckled and turned back to him, scooping him up again.
*“Alright, your turn, little one.”*

Cradling the baby, Katsuki carefully fastened the special gala hairpin into Shoto’s hair. The clip combined motifs of ice and fire, glinting elegantly red and white The little prince was ready.

Izuku turned—and froze.
His eyes welled up at the sight of their baby.
*“He’s so beautiful…”* he whispered.

Katsuki tilted his head.
*“Guess your dad’s got some talent.”*

Izuku smiled, biting his lip as he stood. Now it was time to get dressed.
As Izuku put the finishing touches on his makeup, Katsuki held Shoto out to him.

*“Here, take your little prince,”* he said softly. *“Now you two can give each other your best dazzling looks.”*

Izuku grinned and took the baby. Shoto let out a small *“ba”* as he went from his father’s arms to his mother’s. Though he didn’t understand the excitement of the gala, the glow on his parents’ faces seemed to affect him too.

Izuku admired the meticulously designed outfit on the baby—the delicate tulle, the shimmering stones, the motifs symbolizing two elements…
*“Oh, look at you… You’re definitely going to be the star tonight!”* he cooed.
Shoto blinked up at him, sucking on his pacifier as if he understood.

Izuku rested his forehead against the baby’s, gently stroking his cheek.
*“Papa did an amazing job, didn’t he? Look at you… So tiny, yet so full of charm!”*

Meanwhile, Katsuki stepped in front of the vanity. His gaze briefly swept over Izuku’s slightly messy but elegant setup.
*“Hand me the orange pencil,”* he said. *“And the black one.”*

Izuku glanced at him sideways.
*“Are you doing your makeup for the gala too?”* he teased.

*“No, for the wedding,”* Katsuki grumbled, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.
He took the jet-black pencil and sharpened the line along his lash line, then used the orange to brighten his inner corners. His eyes now burned with intensity, the soft orange beneath adding warmth.

Izuku stared at Katsuki’s reflection in awe.
*“Sometimes… you’re so beautiful,”* he murmured. *“I don’t tell you that enough.”*

Katsuki arched a brow.
*“That word’s too soft for me, but… if it’s coming from you, fine.”*
Then he set the pencils down and pulled Izuku close, sandwiching the baby between them.

*“Come on,”* he said quietly. *“You owe us a few selfies. We can’t miss capturing this.”*

Izuku laughed softly.
Shoto’s little hands wiggled, as if unsure what to do in his glittering outfit—but the safest place was still his mother’s arms.

As Katsuki pulled out his phone, he whispered:
*“This photo… will be like the cover of our story.”*

The master bedroom buzzed with warm, quiet energy under the soft lighting.

Shoto sat in the middle of the large bed, his gala outfit shimmering, tiny feet kicking under the blanket. He sucked on his pacifier, watching his parents—especially his father’s every move.

Katsuki stood before the tall mirror, slipping on his black, open-back jacket. The fabric draped perfectly over his shoulders, the explosive orange emblem on his chest gleaming against the dark stone accents at his neck. The green and orange ribbons along his pants were designed to ripple like flames when he walked.

Then he tilted his head slightly, studying his reflection.
One by one, he put on the piercings he had carefully selected.

The dangling explosion symbol at the lower edge of his ear…
The small, striking bomb design just above it…
And finally, the ring through his lip.

Everything was in place. The proud, determined fire in his eyes—pure *Dynamight*.
**Izuku**, meanwhile, had taken the delicate outfit hanging on the portable rack in the opposite corner of the bedroom. The blouse—shaded in greens and adorned with emerald stones, its back completely open—rested in his hands like a blooming flower. The high-waisted black pants he wore underneath struck the perfect balance between grace and strength.

His green curls, now freed from the braids Katsuki had woven, cascaded over his shoulders as he stepped in front of the mirror. With quiet elegance, he picked up the emerald-studded circlet meant to rest upon his forehead.

For a moment, he hesitated.
*"Hey… the first time I wore this, it felt… a little strange,"* he murmured softly.
**Katsuki**, watching him, closed the distance.
*"Not strange. Powerful,"* he said simply. *"This is* your *crown. And no one else’s."*

Izuku smiled faintly, then placed the circlet on his head. The white gems danced like sparks amidst his green hair.
Katsuki’s eyes froze—utterly spellbound. His lips parted, but no words came out.
He only gave a slight nod.

**Shoto**, as if sensing the need to disrupt the moment, let out a tiny murmur.
*"Ba…"*
Then, with a little wiggle, he pushed himself upright on the bed, tiny hands flapping excitedly.

Izuku and Katsuki turned to him in unison, laughing.
*"Ready, our little prince?"* Izuku cooed.

Katsuki grinned, leaning down to smooth their son’s hair.
*"You were* born *ready for a gala."*

The final preparations were complete. The room was filled with the faint scent of perfume, the elegance of emerald and black, the whisper of silk and tulle. Time itself seemed to pause for just a few seconds.

Katsuki stood before the mirror, Shoto cradled in his arms. The baby’s gala outfit—embroidered with fire and ice motifs, studded with dual-toned gems—made him look like a fairy-tale hero. The tiny cape on his shoulders and the special clip behind his ear completed the illusion. The orange explosion emblem on the back of Katsuki’s black jacket burned like actual fire in the mirror’s reflection. The determination in his eyes—and the tenderness beneath it—whispered that tonight wasn’t just a duty, but a celebration.

As **Izuku** approached the mirror, he looked like a dream in his flowing blouse and loose curls. The open-back design draped elegantly over his shoulders, while the emerald circlet amplified the light already in his eyes.
Shoto, spotting his mother, stretched out his hands excitedly.
*"Ba… ma…"* he babbled, rolling his pacifier in his mouth.

Izuku giggled, sidling up to Katsuki and pressing against his shoulder.
Katsuki adjusted Shoto higher, nestling him between them. The baby’s tiny hands reached—one for Katsuki’s jacket, the other for Izuku’s crown—his eyes shining with joy.

Izuku smiled softly.
*"We’re ready."*
Katsuki dipped his head, kissing Shoto’s cheek.
*"We’re ready."*

And in that moment—*click.*
The phone, placed on the vanity’s small stand, captured the shot with its timer.

Three people.
A family.
Three hearts bound by grace, light, and love.

Outside their home, a sleek black car—elegant as the night itself—waited. Its windows were tinted, hiding the interior from the world while offering a full view outward. **Katsuki**, now in the driver’s seat with gloves on, glanced at his husband and baby through the rearview mirror.

Izuku held Shoto in his lap. The emerald cape draped over his arm swayed gently, his curls spilling over his shoulders. Shoto’s eyes sparkled as he watched the city lights flash by, his tiny hairclip glinting.
Katsuki opened the door. *"Alright, let’s get our stars on the road,"* he said, pride laced with mock exasperation.

Izuku chuckled, settling into the back seat with the baby. As Katsuki took the wheel, a Bluetooth chime sounded from the dashboard:
*"Connection established—"*

The screen flickered, and **Uraraka’s** name popped up. Her voice, bright and slightly frantic, burst through the speakers:
*"Where* are *you guys?! The gala’s about to start! Tsuyu, Iida, Momo—heck, even* Denki, *Shoto’s tiniest fan, is here! Everyone’s asking for you! They’ve already walked the red carpet!"*

Izuku smiled, pretending to cover Shoto’s ears. Katsuki kept his eyes on the road, that familiar挑衅 smirk curling at the edge of his lips. His hand rested on the gearshift, foot pressing lightly on the gas.

*"Headliners always arrive last, Cheeks. Learn to wait."*

And then—

*"KACCHAN—!"* A screech, but too late. Katsuki hit the accelerator.

The car roared to life with pride, tires briefly skidding against the asphalt, leaving behind sparks that etched fleeting trails into the night. As the city lights, glowing billboards, and the gala venue’s massive screens blurred past, the trio inside—hero, family, love—formed their own tiny universe.

When they arrived at the red carpet, the crowd’s attention was still fixed on earlier arrivals. Cameras had paused, waiting. And then—

The car slid to a sharp but controlled stop right at the gala entrance, spotlights reflecting off the windshield. The doors opened in unison.

**Katsuki** emerged first. His jacket, embroidered with explosion motifs, caught the light as his piercings glinted under the night’s glow, his gaze unwavering.
Then **Izuku**—his circlet gleaming, green curls spilling over his shoulders like a goddess defying time itself as he stepped out.
And finally, **Shoto**, cradled in his mother’s arms. The baby’s tiny outfit, embroidered with white flames and snowflakes, fluttered in the breeze as he became the youngest guest in gala history to set foot on the red carpet.

The cameras went wild.

A barrage of flashes erupted.

Katsuki leaned toward Izuku’s ear, a sly smirk curling his lips:
*"Let the show begin."*

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath as they took their first step onto the carpet—
Then—

*FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!*

Lights exploded from every direction, shutters clicked furiously, and reporters’ voices clamored:

*“Dynamight! Dynamight, look here!”*
*“Deku! The world’s most powerful family has arrived—don’t miss this!”*
*“Baby Shoto’s debut! Look at that adorable face!”*
*“Dynamight, did you design your husband’s outfit?!”*
*“When did Shoto say his first word?!”*
*“Deku, how does it feel to walk the carpet as both a hero and a parent?!”*
*“Any family vacations after tonight?!”*

Izuku held Shoto tightly, his smile soft but slightly overwhelmed as he kissed the baby’s forehead. Shoto squinted at the flashes but didn’t flinch, his tiny hairclip and glittering outfit stealing the spotlight.

Katsuki stepped back, watching them. Then he reached out:
*"Give him to me. Too much light—his eyes aren’t used to it yet."*

Izuku carefully transferred Shoto into Katsuki’s arms. The baby murmured, *"Ba…"* as he settled against his father’s chest.

Katsuki’s expression softened instantly. Behind his explosive bravado, there was only a father shielding his son. He tucked Shoto close, whispering:
*"No problem, pretty boy. Let’s give these idiots their shots, yeah?"*

Then—Katsuki lifted his chin.
The familiar, razor-sharp Dynamight glare ignited in his eyes. With Shoto in one arm and Izuku’s hand in the other, they began their march: a symphony of power, grace, and belonging.

A reporter gasped into her mic:
*"The most striking family in hero history has taken the stage!"*

Photographers worked frantically, immortalizing every moment:
—Shoto resting his head on Katsuki’s shoulder,
—Izuku locking eyes with his husband before smiling down at their son,
—Katsuki adjusting the clip behind Shoto’s ear…

At the end of the carpet, the trio paused. Katsuki tilted his head, gaze defiant for the cameras. Izuku pressed a kiss to Shoto’s cheek. And the baby, staring curiously at the lights, let out a tiny:
*"Ba-ba…"*

Flashes erupted again—but this time, not just for fame. The world was capturing a miracle: not a gala walk, but a family’s quiet declaration of love.

As the grand doors swung open, revealing crystal chandeliers and a hushed crowd, whispers rippled:
*"They’re here…"*
*"The Bakugo family."*

Katsuki carried Shoto, Izuku gliding beside him like elegance personified. The moment they stepped inside, the doors sealed behind them—but the flashes never ceased.

Reporters surged forward:
*"One pose together, please!"*
*"Can you hold little Shoto in the middle?"*
*"Deku! Dynamight! A few shots!"*

Izuku and Katsuki exchanged a glance. A nod. Katsuki fixed Shoto’s clip, then wrapped an arm around Izuku’s waist. They turned toward the lenses—Katsuki standing bold and unyielding, Izuku smiling gently, Shoto sucking his pacifier but outshining them all with his glittering hairpiece.

A photographer gasped:
*"These designs… unreal! Who’s the mastermind? Deku’s open-back blouse, that circlet—it’s art!"*

Izuku glanced at Katsuki, warmth in his eyes.
*"All his work,"* he said. *"Every stitch."*
Shoto chose that moment to lift his head and babble: *"Ba…"*

Cameras detonated anew.

A reporter shouted:
*"Is this a Bakugo Fashion original?!"*

Katsuki’s smirk was a blade.
*"Obviously,"* he said, voice rough with pride. *"Nothing touches my family unless it’s got my name on it."*

Meanwhile, **Shoto** squirmed slightly, seeming a little unsettled by the crowd. Katsuki pressed a tiny kiss behind his son’s ear and adjusted him into a more comfortable position.
**Izuku** rested a soothing hand on Shoto’s back.

A few reporters zeroed in on the baby’s hairclip.
*"That clip has tiny ice and fire symbols, right?"*
*"Was it custom-designed?!"*

Izuku winked this time.
*"Another one of Katsuki’s creations. Our Shoto *deserves* special, doesn’t he?"*
Katsuki lifted his chin, pride sharp in his voice:
*"Only the best for my kid."*

Just then, a new voice cut through:
*"Dynamight! Can we get some solo shots, please?!"*

Izuku giggled, nudging his husband’s arm.
*"Go on, superstar. Let your light shine too."*

Katsuki grumbled under his breath—but then handed Shoto to Izuku and stepped back.
He leveled a challenge at the photographers, one hand gripping his jacket’s lapel as he struck a pose. The orange explosion emblem peeking through his open-back design, the gemstones at his collar, the green-and-orange ribbons flaring from his pants—all of it dazzled under another barrage of flashes.

Izuku, holding Shoto a few paces away, watched with quiet awe.
His fingers brushed the baby’s clip as he murmured,
*"The Bakugo family… burning bright."*

As Katsuki continued his solo shoot, a new wave of shouts erupted:
*"Deku! Over here! Just you this time!"*
*"You and Shoto are magical, but we need you *alone* now!"*

Izuku blinked, still cradling Shoto. The photographers had already pivoted toward him like predators scenting prey. The spotlight shifted.

Katsuki, finishing his poses, strode back to his family. His gaze immediately dropped to their son, now peering curiously at the chaos from Izuku’s arms.
He smirked, kissing Shoto’s cheek.
*"C’mere, little champ. Let your mom have the stage."*

Izuku shook his head.
*"Really, it’s not necessary—"*

*"It is,"* Katsuki cut in, firm. Transferring Shoto to his own hold, he added, *"No one *earns* that spotlight like you do,"* and gently steered Izuku forward onto the carpet’s photo zone.

Flashes detonated again—this time for Izuku alone.
His green curls tumbled over the elegant open-back blouse, the emerald circlet a radiant crown.

Reporters lost their minds:
*"Deku! Turn slightly—yes, just like that!"*
*"That gemstone is *everything*—tilt your head up, please!"*
*"You’re *stunning*! The gala’s brightest star!"*

Izuku laughed, sheepish. One hand rested on his hip, the other trailing along his waistline—until another cry erupted:
*"One with Shoto, too!"*
*"Bring the little hero back!"*

Izuku glanced over his shoulder.
Katsuki still held the baby, but *he* wasn’t escaping the cameras either. Some photographers had already captured it—the way Katsuki’s eyes softened as he cradled Shoto, the undisguised pride as he watched Izuku.

Katsuki raised a brow at his husband.
*"Well, Deku? Ready?"*
Izuku grinned. *"Ready."*

Katsuki passed Shoto back. Izuku settled him in his arms, the baby now resting his head against his mother’s shoulder, blinking at the lights.
And for the second time that night, the trio faced the lenses together.

A photographer whispered, reverent:
*"Look at them… Not just heroes. A *legend*."*
When the grand glass doors swung open, the soft glow of ambient lighting gave way to the muted shimmer of distant camera flashes. Beneath crystal chandeliers, the trio moved across the mirrored hall’s polished stone floor—an extension of the red carpet—as if slowing time itself.

All eyes turned as **Izuku** stepped inside first, **Shoto** cradled in his arms. The room erupted in whispers:
*"They’re here…"*
*"They’re *perfect*…"*
*"Did he really design those himself?"*
*"Is that baby even *real*?"*

Shoto’s delicate outfit, woven with green and orange tulle, harmonized flawlessly with his parents’ ensembles. Especially the hairclip—its shimmering fusion of ice and fire—drew gasps as it caught the light.

**Uraraka** clutched her hands to her mouth:
*"They… they actually *look* like a family. Not just heroes—*really*—"*
**Mina** leaned in, vibrating: *"That *crown*! Those *curls*! Katsuki *made* their outfits?!"*
*"And Shoto… like a fairy-tale prince."*

**Iida** clasped his hands, bowing slightly:
*"This is the very portrait of heroism. I salute it."*

**Katsuki** advanced with one hand in his pocket, the other hovering protectively at Izuku’s back. His gaze was sharp, yet brimming with pride. Izuku smiled at onlookers, softening further when Shoto nuzzled into his shoulder. They moved as one entity—a family carved from the same starstuff.

A photographer whispered to his assistant:
*"Nothing tonight will eclipse those three. This is *history*."*

---

The lights dimmed slightly as elegant gala music swelled. Wading through murmurs, the Bakugos approached the long table reserved for Class 1-A, adorned with crystal glassware and orchid centerpieces.

Izuku bent to sit, adjusting Shoto in his lap. Katsuki pulled out his chair wordlessly before settling beside him. Shoto, still uneasy, tucked his head against his father’s arm and popped his pacifier back in.

**Mina** slammed her palms on the table:
*"WHY DON’T *I* GET A KATSUKI ORIGINAL?!"*

Laughter rippled. Katsuki smirked, tilting his head as he set down his glass:
*"Should’ve thought of that *before* selling me out to paparazzi, Pinky."*

**Kirishima** gaped at Shoto’s outfit:
*"Dude! Those *gemstones*! When’d you even *make* this?!"* He winked at the baby: *"World’s first pro-hero *dad*-designer, huh, little man?"*

**Momo**’s eyes sparkled:
*"Izuku, those emeralds in your circlet—are they *real*?"*
Izuku ducked his head: *"Katsuki’s craftsmanship. I couldn’t believe it either when I unboxed it…"*

**Jirou** grinned, propping her chin on her hand:
*"Face it, Dynamight—you just *nuked* the fashion industry."*
Katsuki didn’t reply, only arched a brow in acknowledgment.

**Iida** adjusted his glasses:
*"The color theory and functionality under stage lighting are *masterful*. Truly… impressive."* He bowed to Shoto: *"And the young sir carries himself with *exquisite* nobility."*

**Tsuyu** eyed the baby: *"He’s quiet but observant. Overwhelmed, Izuku?"*
Izuku hugged Shoto closer: *"Not used to this much attention. But we’re okay… He even calmed down last night just by clutching Katsuki’s jacket."*

**Uraraka** squinted: *"The *entire country*’s talking about these designs! How’d you keep this secret, Katsuki?!"*

Katsuki leaned back, stroking Shoto’s hair as he met her gaze:
*"Some things… are made for *them* first. The world notices *after*."*

Then—Shoto lifted his head, as if recognizing his father’s voice, and babbled:
*"Ba…"*

The entire table melted. Laughter faded into tender smiles.

Izuku bent his head and pressed a kiss to Shoto's forehead.
*"Papa's right here, sweetheart... always here."*

Through the dim gala lights, two familiar faces emerged from the crowd with a small commotion. **Shinso**, his slender black jacket draped over one shoulder, extended a hand to the tiny fingers gripping his sleeve. Beside him walked a bright-eyed boy with shockingly blond hair that mirrored his father's, his gaze darting excitedly between the sparkling chandeliers.

**Monoma** strode forward as if the red carpet had been rolled out just for him—though tonight, his usual smirk carried the softer pride of fatherhood.

*"Well, well, look who's arrived!"* Monoma announced as they reached Class 1-A's table.

Katsuki turned his head with a grin, making Shoto squirm in Izuku's arms as if sensing his father's diverted attention. Izuku adjusted the drowsy baby and smiled at the newcomers.

Shinso crouched, nudging little Denki forward:
*"Go on, Sparkplug. Say hello."*
The boy hesitated, then burst out: *"I'm Denki! Daddy says I'm like lightning! Your hair's super cute!"*

Izuku chuckled, watching Shoto's reaction as he murmured:
*"Shoto... this is Denki. A little friend. Want to meet him, sweetie?"*

Shoto's pacifier bobbed. He studied Denki with sleepy but curious eyes until Katsuki scooped him up.
*"C'mon, tiny tater tot. Time to make acquaintances."*

Shoto burrowed into Katsuki's chest with a shy *"Ba..."*—equal parts flustered and fascinated.

Monoma smirked. *"Seems the first encounter's... a bit bashful."*
Shinso shrugged. *"Normal. Denki froze up too at his first playdate. Shy but curious, both of them."*

Izuku leaned closer to Shoto:
*"Don't be scared, love. See? He's special too... just like you."*

Katsuki rubbed Shoto's back. *"You can watch first if you want. Honored just to be in your presence, really."*

A pause. Then—Shoto's tiny fingers twitched toward Denki's glittering jacket sleeve. Not quite touching, but reaching.
Izuku lit up. *"See? He's warming up."*

Denki beamed and thrust out his hand. *"You can hold it! I don't bite!"*
The bold offer melted the room.

Katsuki snorted. *"Damn. Mini-bolt here makes friends faster than his old man's quirk."*

Monoma preened: *"Naturally. Social superiority is hereditary."*
Shinso rolled his eyes—fondly. *"Monoma. Hush."*

Izuku's heart swelled. He imagined these two playing together someday: pretending to be heroes, combining their quirks, growing up unafraid...

Monoma ruffled Denki's hair. *"Ask Shoto what game he wants to play, little thundercloud."*
Denki spun, drawing a huge circle in the air: *"We play rescue at home! Daddy saves me from rocks! Wanna save me too?"*

Shoto's pacifier wobbled. Izuku caught the spark in his eyes and whispered:
*"Want to play hero, sweet pea? You could protect Denki..."*

Katsuki squeezed Shoto's shoulder. *"Born protector, if you ask me."*

Shoto's little fists opened and closed. His gaze locked onto Denki's outstretched hand—

Then—

The venue's massive screens flared to life. Golden light cascaded from the ceilings as applause erupted. A white-haired announcer in a sweeping cape took the stage, voice booming:

*"Honored guests... legendary heroes... and the tiny stars who'll light tomorrow's sky..."*
*"Welcome to the Hero Gala!"*

---
The hall erupted in applause.

**Katsuki** turned his head toward the stage, but one hand remained firmly on **Shoto’s** back. **Izuku** smiled, his eyes asking, *"Ready?"* without words. Shoto, oblivious to being cradled, lifted his head to gaze at the dazzling stage lights.

Little **Denki** leaned in and whispered:
*"After this… wanna play? I, uh… really like being rescued."*

Shoto didn’t answer. But behind his pacifier, he mumbled:
*"B…"*
His tiny hands trembled with excitement as he tilted his head toward Denki.

Izuku’s heart swelled as he murmured:
*"Yes… the gala’s starting. But for us… everything’s just beginning."*

Chapter Text

The hall was bathed in dim lighting. Spotlights descended from above one by one, emphasizing the solemnity and grandeur of the moment.

The host's voice echoed once more:

> *"And now… we call upon the stage the top 10 most beloved heroes, chosen by the people’s votes and crowned in their hearts!
> If you're ready… Let’s begin!"*

The entire hall held its breath. Applause began to rise.

---

**10th Place – NEJIRE CHAN!**

With her vibrant blue hair and swirling energy, Nejire spun gracefully onto the stage.
Her dress was midnight blue, adorned with crystals that shimmered in harmony with the tips of her hair.
She smiled brightly as she greeted the crowd.
*"Being here tonight feels like a dream!"* she said, her voice full of energy.

---

**9th Place – PHANTOM THIEF (Neito Monoma)**

He walked onto the stage silently but with dignity.
His outfit was elegant yet simple, in shades of aquatic green that evoked nature.
*"Thank you…"* was all he said into the microphone before giving a slight bow.

---

**8th Place – PINKY! (Mina Ashido)**

Under the lights, her costume sparkled with pink radiance as she practically glided onto the stage.
*"THIS NIGHT IS A TOTAL SHOCKER FOR ME!"* she shouted.
Then, she winked at the table where Izuku and Katsuki were seated.

---

**7th Place – INGENIUM (Tenya Iida)**

He stood tall, adjusted his jacket, and stepped forward with great pride.
Upon reaching the stage, he saluted.
*"This title does not belong to me alone… it belongs to the belief in justice,"* he declared.

---

**6th Place – URAVITY! (Ochaco Uraraka)**

Lifting the hem of her dress slightly, she walked onto the stage with a graceful curtsy.
Her cheeks were flushed. *"I’m light enough to lift all of you up!"* she said with a smile.

---

**5th Place – LEMILLION (Mirio Togata)**

Dressed in a sleek black suit with matching gray glasses, he glided onto the stage.
He waved at the camera with one hand. *"My job is to embrace and protect,"* he said with a grin.

---

**4th Place – RED RIOT (Eijiro Kirishima)**

His chest was puffed out, his smile wide. His red hair stood out brilliantly.
*"To be unbreakable, you’ve gotta open your heart first!"* he cheered enthusiastically.

---

**3rd Place – CREATI (Momo Yaoyorozu)**

When she stepped onto the stage, the hall seemed to pause for a moment.
Her dress was adorned with elegance and wisdom.
*"Creativity isn’t just power… it’s responsibility,"* she said softly.

---

**2nd Place – DEKU (Izuku Midoriya)**

A spotlight cast a green glow as he stepped forward.
The emerald gem in his crown shimmered through his hair.
He seemed oblivious to the voices behind him.
His gaze flickered briefly toward Katsuki, who was holding Shoto in his lap.

He leaned into the microphone:
*"I carry this title not just for myself… but for my family, my friends, and every step I’ve taken with faith.
I was never alone on this journey.
And I never will be."*

---

**1st Place – DYNAMIGHT (Katsuki Bakugo)**

And then—the moment arrived.

The stage, primed for an explosion, erupted in orange and gold glows.
Katsuki walked forward, Shoto on his back and Izuku’s light by his side.

The spotlight focused on him. From his cross-patterned open-backed jacket to the explosion symbol, down to the earrings he wore… this was *his* moment.
The pinnacle of the Hero Gala.

The crowd rose to its feet. A thunderous applause erupted.

Katsuki took the microphone.
His voice was as confident, clear, and strong as ever.

> *"Ranks, awards, titles… they’re just small parts of the story.
> True heroism—isn’t shown under stage lights, but in the darkest moments.
> And I… learned to shine even in the dark.
> Tonight isn’t just mine.
> I’m here because of those who stood by me."*

Then, he turned to Izuku.
His gaze softened.
He smiled.

> *"And yeah. We did this together."*

---

The lights slowly dimmed, leaving only a faint golden glow dancing on the stage as the host took the microphone again. The crowd was still standing, the applause still roaring, when an attendant stepped forward—carrying velvet boxes and specially crafted hologram badges.

The host announced proudly:

> *"Tonight isn’t just about the rankings… it’s also the night for a special hero commendation!
> Dynamight, as the No. 1 Hero, has proven once again that he isn’t just first in rank… but first in our hearts."*

Katsuki stepped forward. He returned to the center of the stage, holding the sleek black boxes. The cameras were fixed on him.

But he stepped away from the spotlight… and fixed his gaze on just one spot.

At the edge of the stage, Izuku stood waiting, holding Shoto in his arms.

Shoto waved his tiny hands excitedly when he saw his father.
His cheeks were pink, his pacifier still in his mouth, but his eyes sparkled.
His little body couldn’t hide the joy inside.
*"Da!"* he called out in a quiet burst of happiness.

Izuku felt his eyes welling up. Shoto’s gaze and Katsuki’s stance melted something warm inside him.
He kissed his baby’s head and whispered lovingly:

*"Daddy won, sweetheart. See? He’s your hero."*

---

Katsuki strode toward them with determination.
He handed one box to Izuku. Inside was a delicate emerald necklace. Engraved on the back:

> *"Ranks may change, but you’ll always be my peak. – K"*

The second was for Shoto:
A tiny bracelet. It bore both ice and fire motifs. Inside, only these words were etched:

> *"The explosion born with me… – Your Dad, Katsuki."*

As he handed over the boxes, Katsuki bowed slightly before Izuku. His eyes locked onto his husband’s.

> *"I won,"* he said quietly, but with so much pride it felt like his voice echoed.
> *"But… the real prize is you two."*

Izuku couldn’t hold back his tears.
Shoto happily yanked his pacifier out and tossed it aside, reaching his tiny hands toward his father.

Katsuki scooped Shoto into his arms. As the crowd watched from offstage, someone captured the gala’s most special photo:

On the red carpet—the No. 1 Hero, holding his son, with the love of his life by his side…

Just then, a reporter’s voice rose from the back:

> *"Dynamight, these gifts seem personal… How does it feel to share your success with your family on such a special night?"*

Katsuki didn’t lift his gaze from the kiss he’d placed on Shoto’s forehead as he answered:

> *"This night isn’t about success.
> Tonight, my family stands on stage with me.
> If I won, it’s because of them."*

The crowd erupted in applause once more.

---

The gala lights dimmed further, the presentations coming to an end, but the heroes’ night was far from over. Guests began heading toward the exclusive lounge areas backstage. Tables were elegantly arranged, and holograms of triumphant moments played on the walls.

Katsuki, still holding Shoto with Izuku at his side, made his way toward their group’s private booth. Iida, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Mina, Sero, Denki, Momo, Red Riot, and many other familiar faces were waiting for them at the table.

The moment Mina spotted them, she slammed her glass down and scrunched up her face.

> *"YOU! Katsuki! Explain to me right now—how is it that everyone’s outfits were made by you, but I’m stuck wearing something off the rack?! What’s the meaning of this betrayal?!"*

Katsuki tilted his head slightly, smirking as he replied:

> *"Maybe if you hadn’t sold me out to the paparazzi, Pinky."*

Everyone burst into laughter.
Mina grumbled as she plopped back into her seat, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

Shoto, a little shy in the crowd, squirmed in his father’s arms but kept his eyes fixed on his "big siblings."
Then Denki leaned over, holding out a small, shiny toy:

> *"Hey, Shoto! Look—it’s tiny Denki’s glow spaceship! It makes lights, see—BZZZZT!"*

---
Shoto pauses for a moment, pulls his pacifier from his mouth, and grabs the toy with his tiny hands. Then, he gives Denki a quick glance.
A smile slowly spreads across his face. As he holds the toy, he murmurs softly:

> **"Ta."**

Izuku watches his son with teary eyes.
Katsuki turns his head to look at him, whispering:

> **"He’s talking. He’s really starting to get used to them, you notice?"**

Izuku nods.

> **"I didn’t expect him to adjust to your family so quickly… but maybe he was born trusting them."**

Just then, Momo leans in:

> **"Katsuki, Shoto’s hair clip… the details are incredible. Did you really come up with all this?"**

Katsuki adjusts his jacket slightly, leaning back.

> **"I didn’t place every gem myself, but… the design is mine. The stitching, craftsmanship, fabric choice—everything was custom for our family."**

Sero nods in agreement:

> **"It shows. Every piece of you two was glowing. When you stepped on stage… the gala reached another level."**

Shoto suddenly looks down at the bracelet on his wrist, his tiny fingers tracing the engraved symbols.
He squints slightly, as if trying to recognize the words written there.

Right then, the host’s voice echoes through the hall again:

> **"Our night isn’t over yet, dear heroes! Now, the stage opens for dancing—and the first dance, of course, belongs to our top heroes!
> Please welcome, No. 1 Dynamight and No. 2 Deku to the floor!"**

The entire hall erupts in applause as Katsuki and Izuku lock eyes.

Katsuki leans down, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s forehead.

> **"Dad’s gonna take a spin or two, got it?
> You’re in safe hands—*Shitty Hair*, don’t drop him."**

Kirishima startles but happily takes the baby:

> **"Safe hands—wait, you mean literally, right?!"**

And so, in the center of the hall, as the lights dim into a soft glow, two figures step onto the dance floor—bathed in the magic of red and green.
Katsuki’s firm gaze meets Izuku’s tender smile.

The music begins.

The most special moment of the night—of love, family, and victory—unfolds.

---

The dim lights of the hall focused on the dance floor, where a slow waltz melody echoed like time itself had slowed. All eyes were fixed on the couple dancing at the center.

Izuku Midoriya, his green curls cascading gracefully over his shoulders, looked every bit the star of the night in his emerald-studded, backless cape. The crown on his head caught the light with every turn, the gem on his forehead deepening the intensity of his eyes. With each spin, his delicate cape fluttered, his elegant silhouette dazzling under the lights.

Katsuki Bakugou, in his open-backed black jacket, moved with a strength that was unexpectedly gentle as he guided his partner. The orange cross on his back and the explosion emblem on his chest screamed *who he was*—but his gaze told a different story. He wasn’t a warrior here. He was a man who’d surrendered his heart. His fingers rested lightly on Izuku’s waist, and with every step, every turn, the awe in his eyes shimmered unmistakably.

The space between them was nearly nonexistent.

Katsuki dipped his head, resting his forehead lightly against Izuku’s. His voice was a whisper, meant only for his husband:

> **"Looking at you… still steals my breath sometimes. Like you’re not real."**

Izuku smiled, tilting his head to lean his cheek against Katsuki’s. His voice melted into the melody:

> **"But I’m here, Kacchan… yours. Every part of me."**

Katsuki hesitated for a second, searching his eyes. On that dance floor, time seemed to slow—as if only the two of them existed. His gaze traced Izuku’s face, the crown, the gems woven into his hair… then back to his eyes.

> **"Guess I really did win."**

Izuku let out a soft laugh.

> **"We won, Kacchan. We won everything together."**
A short distance from the dance floor, at one of the guest tables, Kirishima carefully held little Shoto in his arms. The baby’s eyes never left his dancing parents, his tiny hands wiggling excitedly, legs kicking as if he wanted to join them. His pacifier had slipped slightly to the side, but the expression on his face was unmistakable—**awe, joy, and an unspoken bond.**

> **"Hey there, little man,"** Kirishima said, gently brushing Shoto’s cheek with a grin. **"See your dad? The whole world’s watching them right now."**

Shoto turned his head slightly to look at Kirishima, then back at the couple on the dance floor… and murmured:

> **"Da…"**

Kirishima’s expression softened. **"Yeah, yeah. That’s him. Dad."**

---

As the dance slowly came to an end, Katsuki pulled Izuku into one final spin, bringing their bodies so close it was as if their hearts were pressed together. Izuku rested his head against Katsuki’s chest. When the melody faded, the hall erupted in applause once more.

But for them, only one sound mattered—**each other’s breaths.**
As the music lingered in the air, the dance floor emptied for a moment, guests drifting toward conversations and refreshments. Kirishima, still holding Shoto, noticed the baby stretching his tiny arms toward Katsuki, mumbling something behind his pacifier.

Katsuki cut through the crowd, making his way back to their table. Kirishima grinned at him.

> **"Dude, this kid’s been reaching for you since he saw you dancing. Almost climbed up my arm."**

Katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, carefully taking Shoto into his arms. The baby’s face lit up instantly, tiny hands gripping his father’s shoulder as he babbled happily:

> **"Da…"**

Katsuki rubbed his son’s back, whispering, **"Yeah, yeah. I’m here. Daddy’s back."**

But then—

Mina Ashido stood a few steps away, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, lips pursed in exaggerated annoyance.

> **"Bakugou!"** she called, voice dripping with playful accusation. **"You made everyone’s outfits except mine. That means you owe me a dance—or I’ll sulk here all night. Mark my words."**

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

> **"You talk too much, Pinky. One dance. And if you whine after, I’m throwing you off the floor."**

He handed Shoto back to Izuku with a chuckle.

> **"Hold him. I’ll be back."**

Izuku eagerly took the baby, Shoto giggling as he clung to his mother’s neck. Katsuki offered his arm to Mina, who grinned victoriously as he led her to the dance floor. Behind them, a few heroes even clapped.

But Izuku never took his eyes off his husband.

Hugging Shoto close, he whispered excitedly:

> **"Do you think… the three of us could dance together later?"**

His eyes sparkled, a warm smile on his lips.
Katsuki, mid-dance with Mina, turned his head slightly—just enough to meet Izuku’s gaze. His eyes held that familiar warmth, answering in a silent language only they understood.

When the song ended, Mina nudged him playfully.

> **"Admit it. I’m a great dancer."**

> **"Not bad,"** Katsuki muttered, lips twitching. **"But know your place. Now, I’m dancing with my family."**

He returned to where Izuku stood, Shoto immediately reaching for him again. Katsuki scooped the baby up in one arm, then held out his other hand to Izuku.

> **"Ready, Explosive Dad?"** Izuku teased, winking.

Katsuki looked at him—**a gaze filled with love and admiration**—before taking his hand.

> **"Like I could ever say no to you."**

And so, the Bakugou family stepped onto the dance floor together. **A lightning-strike of a father, the embodiment of grace in a mother, and their radiant little prince between them.**

When the lights hit them, they didn’t just illuminate the floor—**they lit up the hearts of everyone watching.**

The soft glow of the dance floor swayed like ocean reflections at night. The slow melody wrapped around them, pulling them closer with every step. Izuku’s cape fluttered behind him, his emerald curls spilling over his shoulders. Every time the light caught his crown, he looked like something out of a fairy tale.

Katsuki held Izuku with one arm and Shoto with the other, swaying gently. Shoto rested quietly against his father’s chest, occasionally lifting his head to look around—**his eyes bright, understanding emotions before words.**

Then, suddenly, he reached up, showing Katsuki the special bracelet on his tiny wrist.

It had been made just for tonight—**a small lightning bolt and a green leaf, the marks of his family.**

Shoto’s fingers trembled as he pointed at it, then turned his face up to Katsuki’s.

Slowly, without hurry, he pressed his forehead against his father’s. His tiny nose brushed Katsuki’s brow, his eyes wide and earnest.

In a whisper softer than breath, but perfectly clear, he murmured:

> **"Da… da… th’nk… you…"**

Katsuki forgot how to breathe.

His eyes softened instantly, **pride, love, and shock crashing through him like a tidal wave.**

He cupped Shoto’s tiny back, pressing their foreheads tighter together. His voice was barely audible—**but Shoto felt it.**

> **"I did it for you, little hero…"**

Izuku watched them, eyes brimming with emotion. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s hair.

> **"Kats, do you see how happy you’ve made him?"**

> **"Of course I do,"** Katsuki muttered, glancing at the bracelet. **"I won, remember?"**

> **"You always win,"** Izuku laughed, then looked away, smiling. **"But this time… I think we won together."**

Katsuki bowed his head, pressing his lips to Izuku’s forehead. Shoto snuggled against his chest, murmuring again:

> **"Da…"**

As the three of them kept dancing, the lights, the music, the watching faces—**none of it mattered anymore.**

There was only a father, a mother, and their little hero… **their hearts beating in the same rhythm.**
A few meters away, Mina Ashido—aka Pinky—stirred her drink with a smirk, eyes locked on the trio.

> **"No way I’m missing this moment,"** she muttered to herself.

She lifted her phone, zooming in on Katsuki, Izuku, and Shoto—**completely lost in their own world.** Izuku’s cape fluttered in the light, Shoto nuzzled against Katsuki’s chest, tiny hands gripping his bracelet. Katsuki’s strong arms held them both like they were his entire universe.

Mina’s eyes welled up.

But of course, she wasn’t about to leave this moment to dramatic silence.

She hit **record**, leaning toward Sero with a grin.

> **"Posting this so the whole world dies from cuteness overload. Bakubabe and Sunshine just melted the dance floor."**

She added a caption:

📹💥✨ **"Kings on stage. The light of their lives in their arms."**
@dynamight 🔥 @deku_thehope 🍀
#Bakudeku #HeroGala25 #HeroFamily

The moment Mina’s post went live, fans went wild.

Sero burst out laughing.
Mina grinned smugly at her phone—this was her little revenge. *"Oh well, Bakubabe, you didn’t design me an outfit, so now the whole world gets to see this!"*

> **"The media’s gonna run this clip on loop till morning, Mina!"**
> **"Good! They’re legendary! It’d be a crime *not* to share!"**
> **"Kats is gonna murder you,"** Kiri muttered, shooting his wife a wary look.
> **"There were dozens of cameras filming! He can’t touch me!"** Mina smirked, tucking her phone away.

The other heroes at the table watched the video one by one, their expressions softening into wistful admiration.

Momo pressed a hand to her lips.
> **"They deserve this… especially them."**
Uraraka nodded.
> **"They’ve been through hell, yet they still shine like this."**
Izuku’s fingers clutched Katsuki’s shirt. Shoto’s tiny forehead rested against his father’s chest, eyes drifting shut.

And in that moment—**frozen in Mina’s video**—they were *perfect*.
Katsuki sat in one of the lounge chairs, Shoto half-asleep in his arms. Izuku chatted with a few veteran heroes nearby, laughing softly.

Then—Katsuki’s phone buzzed.

Notifications flooded his screen.

> 🟡 @pinky_punk posted a new video: *"Kings on stage. The light of their lives in their arms."*
💬 327 comments
❤️ 45.1k likes
🔁 9.2k shares

Katsuki scowled, clicking the video.

There they were—**swaying together under the lights.** His own rare softness, Izuku’s dazzling smile, Shoto’s tiny hands gripping his jacket…

For a second, the noise of the gala faded.

> **"Tch. Of course that lunatic had to blow this up."**

Shoto stirred. Katsuki smoothed a hand over his hair.

Mina sauntered over, barely containing her grin.
> **"Sooo, Dynamight? Thoughts? Social media’s on fire. ‘Kings dancing with their prince’ is trending. #Bakudeku’s already number one!"**

Katsuki rolled his eyes.
> **"Unauthorized recording. Illegal. I could have you arrested, Pinky."**

Mina giggled.
> **"If I’d asked, you’d have said ‘I’ll kill you.’ So I went for surprise!"**

Izuku joined them, peering at the phone.
> **"Oh… wow. We look… really happy."** His voice wavered.

Katsuki snatched the phone back.
> **"Too late now. Media’s already sniffing. Brace for headlines, Sunshine."**

Shoto mumbled sleepily. Katsuki adjusted his hold.
> **"Should’ve kept that moment just for us."**

Izuku leaned against him.
> **"Maybe… but some moments should give others hope too. Show them we’re still standing."**

Katsuki exhaled, resting his head atop Izuku’s.
> **"…Maybe you’re right."**

Mina fake-gagged.
> **"Okay, okay, we’re all emotional. Now *thank me*—this video’s already at 2 million views!"**

Izuku laughed. Katsuki deadpanned:
> **"If paparazzi camp outside our house tomorrow, I’m hanging you by your hair."**

Mina beamed.
> **"Worth it."**

Under a starry sky, the last heroes trickled out of the gala. Katsuki carried a sleeping Shoto to the car, Izuku holding the door open.

> **"It really was… perfect,"** Izuku murmured.

Katsuki smirked.
> **"Your damn curls blinded the paparazzi. Front-page tomorrow."**

Then—his phone buzzed again.

> **Bakugo Fashion:** *"Historic. As expected."*
**Kirishima:** *"THAT DANCE SCENE BROOOOO 💥🔥"*
**Mina:** *"National news wants to license the clip!"*
**PR Team:** *"Live interview tomorrow? #Bakudeku is trending worldwide!"*

Katsuki showed Izuku the screen.
> **"Told you. We’re headline fodder."**

Izuku’s eyes widened at the top article:

> **📰 "Heroism is Love: Dynamight, Deku & Their Prince Steal the Nation’s Heart!"**
*Most-shared image: Izuku’s crown, Shoto’s bracelet, Katsuki’s unguarded gaze...*

Izuku flushed. Katsuki grinned.
> **"Get used to it, Sunshine. Now the whole world knows you’re mine."**

Izuku leaned into him.
> **"With you and Shoto… I don’t mind the whole world knowing."**

Midnight – Returning Home**

The only one who still seemed wide awake was Shoto. The moment they stepped out of the car, he let out a tiny grumble and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck.

> **"This kid ever planning to sleep?"** Katsuki muttered, ruffling the half-asleep prince’s hair as he chewed lazily on his pacifier.

Izuku laughed softly.
> **"I think… he doesn’t want tonight to end."**

The house was silent, wrapped in the calm of the night. Soft lights flickered, and projected on the wall were photos from the gala—Mina’s Instagram stories looping their dance on repeat.

Shoto pointed a tiny finger at the moving images.

> **"Da…"**

Katsuki pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
> **"Yeah, little man. Tonight was yours."**

Stepping inside felt like walking into a dream. Though it was past midnight, the house still shimmered with the gala’s lingering glow.

Izuku smiled.
> **"We should change… get into pajamas and finally relax."**

They moved upstairs, their bedroom bathed in warm lamplight. Izuku carefully removed his crown, placing it back in its case. Katsuki took out his earrings, setting them on their stand. Shoto, still in his tiny gala outfit, rubbed his eyes in Izuku’s arms.

Izuku reached for the delicate silver bracelet on Shoto’s wrist, but the baby pulled his arm back, sucking harder on his pacifier—his eyes suddenly uneasy.

> **"Guess he doesn’t want to take it off,"** Izuku murmured with a smile. **"Let’s leave it on, then."**

Katsuki smirked.
> **"Didn’t think he’d get this attached. But then again—who designed it?"**

Izuku laughed, shaking his head.
> **"Classic Bakugo. Tough but meaningful."**

Dressed in soft pajamas, the three settled on the couch, wrapped in cozy blankets. Shoto, now in his little blue onesie, looked like something out of a dream—pacifier in mouth, curled up against Izuku.

Katsuki slung an arm around Izuku’s shoulders, tapping his tablet to pull up the professional gala photos.

They scrolled together—shots of them dancing, walking the red carpet, but one image made them both pause.

Katsuki holding Shoto, Izuku leaning against his shoulder… the three of them. Green curls, the Dynamight emblem, an emerald crown, and a tiny bracelet.

> **"This,"** Izuku whispered. **"This is the best one."**

Katsuki gave a slow nod.
> **"Media’s already talking. Might as well give ‘em one more explosion."**

---

### **Breaking the Internet (Again)**

Katsuki posted first:

> **@Dynamight**
*"Fire, hope, and my future—all in one frame."*
📸✨ **#FamilyOfHeroes #Bakudeku #Shoto**

Izuku followed with another shot:

> **@Deku**
*"The real prize tonight? Coming home together."*
💚👶🏻💥 **#BakugoFamily #HeroGala2025**

Within seconds—

💥 **Likes skyrocketed—30K → 50K → 100K…**
💬 **Comments flooded in:**
– *"SHOTO’S HAIR CLIP AND BRACELET THO!!"*
– *"THE POWER OF FAMILY. FIRE, HOPE, AND LOVE."*
– *"Dynamight? More like LEGEND."*
– *"Izuku… our green queen 🥹👑"*
– *"Official: Japan’s strongest family!"*

Izuku blinked.
> **"I can’t believe… it blew up *this* fast?"**

Katsuki grinned.
> **"Always does when it’s us, Sunshine."**

Just then, Shoto stirred, mumbling a sleepy *"Da…"* Katsuki leaned down, kissing his forehead.

> **"Next scene: sleep,"** he whispered.

Chapter Text

The hustle and bustle of the day, the flashes, applause, and praises had finally given way to silence. The house, far from the chaos of the outside world, was filled with peace. Under the dim lights of the living room, the remnants of the gala night still lingered, but inside, it had transformed into a warm, cozy home.

Katsuki carried Shoto in his arms, the little one murmuring softly. Izuku walked beside him, his hair still curled from the evening’s glamour.

Little Shoto’s eyes were heavy, but it was clear he was fighting sleep. His gaze still sought his parents, clinging to the sound of their voices.

When they reached the bedroom, Katsuki gently laid the baby in the middle of the bed. Izuku leaned over and tucked Shoto in, his bracelet still on his wrist.

The little baby turned his head and nestled into his mother’s hand. Sucking on his pacifier, he slowly surrendered to the warmth of sleep.

Katsuki and Izuku stood still for a few moments, watching him.

*"Isn't he just beautiful?"* Izuku whispered.
*"Absolutely… just like his mother,"* Katsuki murmured.

Izuku smiled and placed a soft kiss on his husband’s cheek. Then, on tiptoe, they left the room.

---

Katsuki turned on the soft light. The kitchen was quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. He pulled a bottle of red wine from the fridge and took out the special crystal glasses from the counter.

Izuku leaned against the doorway, watching him with a tender gaze.

*"Even the glasses feel like the gala,"* he said with a smile.
*"We brought the gala home, Sunshine,"* Katsuki replied.

As the glasses filled with wine, a light clinking sound echoed. Katsuki handed one to his husband.

Izuku stepped closer, their fingers brushing as he took it. As they walked inside, Katsuki wrapped his other arm around Izuku’s waist.

They settled on the couch instead of separate chairs. Lightly clinking their glasses, they took the first sip together.

*"What do you think the media is accusing us of right now?"* Izuku asked, laughing.
*"Excessive attractiveness."*
*"And probably having the cutest baby in the country,"* Izuku added.
*"Can’t blame them,"* Katsuki murmured, his eyes never leaving Izuku’s emerald green ones.

A brief silence followed. Katsuki set his glass aside and gently ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair—the curls still perfectly in place.

*"The gala was beautiful… but the best part was coming home."*
*"And seeing you like this beside me,"* Katsuki said, pressing his lips to Izuku’s forehead.

Izuku rested his head against Katsuki’s chest with a sigh.

*"Hold me like this always…"*
*"Every day. Every night,"* Katsuki answered.

Under the dim lights, with their baby’s sweet sleep as their soundtrack, they spent the rest of the night side by side.

The last clink of glasses echoed in the living room’s soft glow… The warmth of the wine left a gentle burn on their tongues and in their hearts. Izuku still had his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder as he carefully set his glass on the coffee table.

Katsuki slowly wrapped his arm around Izuku’s waist.

*"Should we sleep?"* he whispered.
*"Let’s sleep…"* Izuku replied, his voice slightly hoarse, slightly full.

As they stood up, their eyes remained locked. Izuku’s curls cascaded over his shoulders, the flowing elegance of his casual clothes moving with every step. Katsuki’s gaze lingered on the sight.

When they entered the bedroom, the lights were already dim. The baby’s crib was silent—little Shoto deep in sleep.

Katsuki quietly closed the door behind them, then turned and leaned against it.

Izuku walked toward the window, the moonlight outlining his curves and casting silver reflections on his green hair. Katsuki pushed off the door and closed the distance between them in a few steps.

When his fingers touched Izuku’s waist, the contact carried both longing and the night’s magic.

*"Every part of you… takes my breath away,"* Katsuki said, his voice rough.
*"And you… make me fall in love with myself all over again,"* Izuku replied, his eyes half-lidded.

Katsuki bent down. His lips first touched the spot just below Izuku’s neck—a soft, warm kiss. Then upward, to his jaw… and finally, to his lips.

Izuku closed his eyes and parted his lips, deepening the kiss. Every breath in the silence became the melody of the night.

Slowly, they moved toward the bed.

Katsuki slid Izuku’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the edge of the bed. Izuku did the same, slipping Katsuki’s vest off and feeling the warmth of his chest beneath his palms.

The covers opened, and the coolness of the night clashed with the heat of their bodies.

Katsuki brushed Izuku’s hair back and kissed his forehead.

*"When I touch you, the world goes silent…"*
*"Touch me…"* Izuku whispered, his eyes filled with nothing but trust—complete surrender to him alone.

In the depths of the night, the bed, veiled in shadows, echoed only with their breaths, whispers, and the touch of their skin.

Outside, the stars began to fade as night slowly gave way to dawn—but inside them, the excitement of another day, another life, was being born.

And just before sleep took them, Katsuki whispered into Izuku’s ear:

*"You’re the brightest prize of my life."*

---

As sunlight streamed through the curtains, filling the room with golden light, a morning silence settled over them. In bed, two bodies lay entwined, lost in deep sleep after the wine and the drunken love of the night.

Izuku was the first to wake.

Blinking away the haze of sleep, he found his head resting on Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki was still deep in slumber, his breathing steady, his arm draped over Izuku’s waist.

For a moment, Izuku stayed there, basking in the warmth.
*"Could there be a better morning?"* he thought to himself.

Just then, a soft rustling came from the crib, followed by a tiny whimper.

Shoto.

Izuku shifted carefully. Katsuki mumbled something but didn’t wake. The green-haired man pulled the blanket over his shoulder and tiptoed to the crib.

The baby lay there, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

But when he saw Izuku’s face, he smiled. His pacifier slipped slightly to the side, and his chubby little arms reached up.

*"Da… da!"* he babbled happily.

Izuku smiled softly.

*"No, it’s just me this morning,"* he whispered, lifting him into his arms.
The baby’s hair was slightly tousled from sleep, his cheeks rosy, his lips still marked by dreams.

Shoto continued murmuring his father’s name but settled comfortably into his mother’s embrace. Izuku kissed his forehead.

He turned back to Katsuki, still asleep in bed.

Pausing, he watched them. In the morning light, everything felt more meaningful. His baby in his arms, his smiling husband at the corner of his eye… Family.

---

In the small kitchen, breakfast preparations began. Shoto sat in his high chair, waiting for fruit puree on his tiny spoon. Izuku stirred with one hand while tickling Shoto’s bare foot with the other, the baby giggling uncontrollably.

Then, footsteps sounded in the background.

Katsuki walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He wore a sleeveless shirt, his hair still messy. But even with sleepy eyes, the fire from the night still burned in his gaze as he looked at Izuku.

*"How long have you been up?"* he yawned.
*"A while… I didn’t want to wake you,"* Izuku said with a laugh.
Katsuki turned his eyes to the baby. Shoto laughed and stretched his arms toward him.
*"Da-da!"*

Katsuki smiled, his expression softening.

*"Not a bad way to be greeted in the morning,"* he murmured, kissing the baby’s cheek.

As Shoto settled into his father’s arms, Izuku leaned back against the counter.

*"Today isn’t exactly a rest day, you know…"*
*"The media must be going crazy after the gala,"* Katsuki said, stretching.
*"Haven’t even checked my phone yet,"* Izuku admitted, shrugging with a smile. *"But no matter what, right now, it’s just you. Just us."*

Katsuki wrapped an arm around Izuku’s waist, his other hand holding Shoto’s tiny fingers

In the first light of morning, the three of them sat together at the breakfast table.

No words were needed between them. Just the warmth of the moment, the laughter, and the scent of tea…

Later in the morning, as they were just getting up from the table, the large screen in the hallway turned on automatically. The silent display showed a live broadcast of a national morning show. The bright-eyed hosts were speaking excitedly:

> *"And here they are—the undisputed stars of last night! Dynamight, Deku, and little Shoto! This unforgettable family didn’t just captivate the fashion world and hero community with their style—they also stole hearts with their loving moments!"*

Katsuki turned his head toward the screen as he lifted his coffee cup.
Izuku, returning from the kitchen, heard the voices.

On-screen footage showed the trio walking the red carpet.
Izuku’s cape fluttered elegantly, his hair and crown shimmering under the lights.
Katsuki carried little Shoto with a calm yet proud smirk.
The host’s voice narrated over the scenes with a romantic soundtrack:

> *"Dynamight’s devotion to his family didn’t go unnoticed. The love he showed Deku and their baby became a social media sensation. Here’s the most shared moment!"*

The screen switched to a shot of Katsuki draping his Dynamight hoodie over Shoto while holding Izuku’s hand as they walked along the shore.

Izuku fell silent for a moment.
Katsuki glanced at him and smirked:

> *"Those damn paparazzi are always up our asses."*

Izuku raised an eyebrow:

> *"They followed us… But they got a good shot. Admit it."*
*"Might be romantic to some, but I still hate the angle they took,"* Katsuki grumbled.

Just then, Izuku’s phone buzzed.

Social media notifications flooded the screen:
*"Family Night!"*
*"We’re obsessed with Dynamight’s dad energy!"*
*"Who designed the outfits? Shocking answer: He did it himself!"*
*"Shoto’s outfit went viral as ‘Baby of the Year’!"*

Izuku laughed and showed Katsuki the phone:

> *"Look at this comment—‘Dynamight’s explosive heart has finally softened.’"*
Katsuki scowled but couldn’t help a smirk.
*"They’re gonna use this against me every time I get mad, aren’t they?"*
*"You’re not the ‘explosive angry hero’ anymore—now you’re the ‘explosive-hearted dad.’"*

Meanwhile, Shoto sat in the middle of the living room, watching them with his pacifier in his mouth. Izuku turned to him and smiled, reaching out:

> *"What do you think, Shoto? They’ve made us famous."*
The baby, not understanding a word, raised his tiny hand and murmured:
*"Da…"*

Katsuki suddenly bent down and scooped him up.

> *"Let the media have their fun. We’ll just keep doing our thing."*
Then, glancing at Izuku:
*"But I guess we should post some photos of our own. What do you say?"*
Izuku chuckled and nodded:
*"This family isn’t here to silence the media—we’re here to blow them up with love."*

### **The Morning After the Gala…**

The media was still buzzing about the night’s highlights.
But the real storm was just beginning.

As Izuku prepared morning tea in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Katsuki, lounging on the couch with the baby, still half-asleep, grumbled:

> *"If it’s the paparazzi again… I swear I’ll blow that doorbell to hell."*

Izuku opened the door to find a courier from their agency standing there, holding three large, elegant envelopes.
Emblazoned on them in gold foil were the logos of:

**ProHero Weekly**
**Tokyo Fashion Magazine**
**My Hero Network – Special Feature: Hero Families**

Izuku took the envelopes and stepped back inside.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow:

> *"Here we go?"*
Izuku smiled as he opened one: *"Seems the gala wasn’t enough… Now they want into our home."*

As they sat at the table, the offers inside were laid out one by one.
**Tokyo Fashion Magazine** wanted an in-depth feature on the family’s gala outfits—especially Shoto’s design.
**ProHero Weekly** was planning a special interview under the headline *"Family of the Year."*
And most surprising of all, **My Hero Network** wanted to produce an exclusive documentary series—*"A Hero’s Legacy: Shoto’s Light."*

Katsuki frowned as he read the documents.

> *"They’re seriously making a documentary about a baby who can barely say five words?"*
Izuku laughed softly: *"Maybe because he looks like you."*
*"What, scowling?!"*
*"No,"* Izuku said sweetly. *"Just as striking as you."*

Shoto, not understanding the conversation, hugged his stuffed bear and watched them.
Katsuki winked at him.

> *"You famous yet, little explosion?"*

Just then, Katsuki’s phone buzzed.
A flood of messages poured in.

> **OLD HAG:** *"Heard about the documentary. If they put anything weird in that kid’s hair, I pick it, you hear me, Katsuki?! He’s gonna look stylish on camera!"*
**Katsuki** (rolling his eyes): *"Mom, the gala just ended. Let us breathe."*
**OLD HAG:** *"No, because I STILL HAVEN’T SEEN HIM IN PERSON!"*

Izuku peeked at the messages and burst out laughing.

> *"Guess we’re visiting Grandma before any interviews."*

Katsuki was sitting in the living room, handing Shoto a plush dinosaur, when his phone buzzed again.

**Caller: Old Hag**
Izuku called from the kitchen:

> *"Who is it?"*
Katsuki sighed. *"Who else? The Old Hag."*

The moment he answered, Mitsuki’s voice blasted through:

> *"BRAT! WHEN DO I GET TO SEE MY GRANDSON?! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!"*

Katsuki held the phone slightly away, squinting.

> *"Mom, it hasn’t even been 24 hours since the gala."*
*"I DON’T CARE! I saw the pictures! I saw the masterpiece I sewed for him—I NEED TO SEE IT IN PERSON!"*
*"Mom—"*
*"DON’T ‘MOM’ ME, KATSUKI BAKUGO! Every minute you keep him from me, a star dies in my heart!"*
*"What—?!"*
*"AND YOU STILL HAVEN’T PAID ME FOR THE OUTFIT!"*

Katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose. Izuku, who had crept closer, winked at him and whispered:

> *"Offer her dinner…"*
Katsuki groaned.

> *"Fine! Come over tonight. Dinner’s on us. You’ll see the kid. Dessert included. THIS counts as payment."*
*"...Really?"*
*"Yes."*
*"WHAT ARE WE WEARING?!"*

Katsuki hung up without answering. He stared at the ceiling.

> *"I’ve made a lot of bad decisions in my life, but this might be the worst."*
Izuku burst out laughing. *"Oh, how bad could it be?"*

Then, from the doorway, Mitsuki’s voice rang out:
*"I BROUGHT EXPLODING STAR-PRINTED PLATES FOR MY GRANDSON! READY OR NOT!"*

Katsuki closed his eyes.

> *"She couldn’t even wait till evening."*

The moment the doorbell rang, the cozy atmosphere shifted into *"grandparent invasion mode."* Katsuki sighed and headed for the door, while Izuku followed, carrying Shoto in his arms. The baby clung to his neck, pacifier in mouth, blinking sleepily at the commotion.

Katsuki opened the door.

There, in all her glory, stood Mitsuki Bakugo—energy radiating, a box in hand, and her husband Masaru smiling beside her.

> *"I’m here to sniff my grandson!"*

Masaru chuckled softly:

> *"I hope we’re not too early."*

Katsuki stepped aside with a scowl:

> *"Early? More like breaking the sound barrier. Whatever, come in."*

Mitsuki’s eyes locked onto Shoto the second she stepped inside.

> *"OH MY GOD—HOW IS HE THIS ADORABLE?!"*
Izuku giggled and lifted the baby slightly. *"Shoto, say hi to Grandma…"*

Shoto blinked at her. Then, his face froze in shock.
Slowly, he turned to look at Katsuki… then back at Mitsuki.

> *"Da…?"* he mumbled.
He took the pacifier out of his mouth, squinted, and made the exact same expression Katsuki always did—slightly furrowed brows, a tiny pout, and open-mouthed surprise.

Mitsuki burst into laughter:

> *"HE—HE KNOWS ME! He’s looking at me just like you used to!"*
Katsuki rolled his eyes: *"I’ve dealt with that look my whole life. Now there’s a second one."*

Masaru reached over and gently patted Shoto’s head:

> *"So precious… But really, that expression… just like you as a baby, Katsuki."*

Shoto’s eyes were still wide with confusion. Izuku bounced him slightly.

> *"He’s shocked because there are two Katsukis in front of him now."*
*"Dada… Da-da?"* Shoto said again, uncertain.
Katsuki smirked and kissed his forehead.
*"Don’t worry, this one’s not the explosive one. I’m the real bomb."*

Mitsuki slung an arm around Izuku’s shoulder:

> *"Even my grandson’s brain is explosive. Now, hand over the kitchen—food won’t cook itself!"*

Izuku grinned and nodded:

> *"The kitchen is yours, Mitsuki-san. Tonight, you’re the chef."*

Katsuki let out a low grumble, but the corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. The most energetic storm in the house had officially begun.

The kitchen was filled with sweet chaos—or rather, the *"sweet"* part was represented by Masaru and Izuku on one side of the counter. On the other side—amid knives, pans, and crackling tension—Mitsuki and Katsuki were cooking *together*.

Mitsuki expertly chopped an onion while side-eyeing her son and grumbling:

> *"If you cut onions like that, you’ll end up dicing your fingers along with them. Boy, after all these years, are you still hopeless in the kitchen?!"*

Katsuki flicked his apron with irritation and shot back:

> *"I handle explosives, not food! And don’t touch that meat—I marinated it!"*

> *"You used twice the salt! Are we making dynamite?!"*
*"Salt is good—adds character!"*
*"You already have *too much* character!"*

The two glared at each other while, on the other side of the counter, Masaru and Izuku leaned against the kitchen island, sipping coffee and calmly observing the battlefield.

Shoto, sitting in Izuku’s lap, blinked between his grandmother and father, his tiny brow furrowing as if trying to solve a puzzle.

Masaru chuckled softly:

> *"Look at him. Doing genetic calculations."*
Izuku grinned and shook his head:
*"He’s comparing two different versions. Wondering… *‘Which one’s more explosive?’*"*

Shoto suddenly reached out, touching Katsuki’s hair, then Mitsuki’s bracelet. Chewing on his pacifier, he squinted and murmured:

> *"Da… da…"*

Izuku kissed the top of his head:

> *"Yes, sweetheart, they’re both your family. They both yell… but they love you very much."*

As Mitsuki and Katsuki continued arguing over the perfect onion-to-pepper ratio, Masaru gave a knowing nod:

> *"I grew up with this energy in the kitchen. Guess it was fate for my grandson to experience it too."*

Izuku giggled and turned to Masaru:

> *"At least *we’re* the peaceful ones here. Sipping coffee and watching the war."*
*"Come, let’s enjoy the calm energy with my grandson,"* Masaru said with a laugh.

Just then, Mitsuki barked:

> *"If you touch that pot with that spoon again, I’ll shove *you* into the pot, Katsuki!"*

Katsuki gritted his teeth:

> *"This isn’t *your* kitchen—you’re a guest!"*

Izuku’s eyes sparkled:

> *"I’m so glad you came, Mitsuki-san… Dinner’s definitely going to be unforgettable."*

Shoto’s eyes widened. He turned and looked at Izuku.

> *"Da…"*

Masaru smiled:

> *"Looks like the little one’s made his choice. Still not sure *who* you are, but he’s getting used to the danger signals."*

Izuku burst into laughter, pulling Shoto closer. The house wasn’t just filled with the warmth of the kitchen—it was brimming with the feeling of *family*: explosions, laughter, tiny curious hands, and the scent of coffee.

The living room had transformed into an impromptu arena.
Mitsuki and Katsuki stood side by side, each holding a tiny porcelain bowl and spoon.
Identical devilish grins—just in different age versions.
The target? Baby Shoto.
The weapons? Vegetable puree.

Izuku sat on the edge of the couch, Shoto in his lap, watching the showdown with amusement. Masaru took a sip of coffee and muttered with a grin:

> *"My son and wife finally dueling. Knew this day would come."*

Katsuki made the first move, waving his spoon:

> *"Dynamite pumpkin—special recipe. One bite and you’re hooked, princess."*

Mitsuki countered immediately:

> *"Pumpkin, carrot, and *love*—a real grandma recipe. Taste the love *first*."*

Shoto studied both spoons carefully. He squinted at Katsuki… then at Mitsuki.
Then—he leaned toward Katsuki’s spoon first. Opened his mouth. Took the bite.
A pause.
Then, he popped his pacifier back in.
His face? Completely neutral. Diplomatic.

Next was Mitsuki’s turn. He took her bite too.
Another pause.
This time, he tilted his head slightly.
Deep in thought.

Izuku struggled to hold back his laughter:

> *"I’ve never seen such tension. He’s one year old and already a jury."*

Shoto looked between them, uncertain. His eyes flicked from the loud woman who looked like his dad… to his actual dad.
Then—he reached for Katsuki.

Katsuki didn’t take his victory quietly. Raising his spoon triumphantly, he smirked:

> *"I win. Told you, old hag!"*

Mitsuki planted her hands on her hips:

> *"You tricked him! That flavor was too strong—burned his tongue!"*

Masaru burst out laughing:

> *"Son, you won’t even let your mother win. Give it up."*

Izuku kissed Shoto’s still-outstretched hand and murmured:

> *"My god, Katsuki… you *never* let go, do you?"*

Shoto, cradled in Katsuki’s arms, buried his tiny hand in his father’s shirt and rested his head against his chest.
Sucking on his pacifier, he murmured:

> *"Da… da…"*

Mitsuki called over her shoulder:

> *"This is just the beginning. Dessert’s next. Let’s see who wins *that*."*

Katsuki narrowed one eye, that trademark Bakugo smirk on his lips:

> *"I’ll blow dessert away too. Even sugar bows to me."*

### **Dinner—Explosive Family Style**

The rich aromas from the open kitchen had filled the house.
Mitsuki carried a large serving dish while Katsuki followed with the rest—roasted vegetables, spiced chicken, garlic noodles, soft veggie purees, and tiny rice balls for Shoto.
Plates, forks, colorful cups—Mitsuki, as always, was meticulous. Simple but precise.

Masaru was already seated, while Izuku adjusted Shoto’s high chair.

> *"Let me take my grandson,"* Mitsuki said, setting down the silverware.

> *"Slow down. We’re still getting him used to things,"* Katsuki grumbled, shifting Shoto on his hip.
*"He’s not scared of you, but he hasn’t built trust yet."*

Mitsuki huffed but relented.
As they all settled around the table—Shoto safely buckled in, eyeing the feast—Izuku smiled.

> *"This… is family."*

And for once, even Katsuki didn’t argue
Shoto quietly chewed on his pacifier, nestled against his father's shoulder. But his eyes...
His eyes kept drifting back to that woman who looked so much like his dad.

Mitsuki's sharp features carried a familiar warmth—older, but just as intense. The shape of her eyes, the arch of her brows, that sarcastic yet loving smirk...

Shoto tugged at Katsuki's collar with tiny fingers.
Katsuki tilted his head down:

> *"What's up, brat? She caught your eye?"*

Mitsuki narrowed her eyes and reached out.

> *"Come here, little snowball. How far are you gonna go with your mom’s smile and your dad’s scowl?"*

Shoto looked at his father… then at his grandmother…
And finally, with a soft *"da…"*, he straightened slightly in Katsuki’s arms.
His *"okay, I’ll try"* signal.
Katsuki grumbled but carefully passed him over.

The moment Mitsuki held her grandson, her edges softened.
Her usual sharp grin melted into something tender.

> *"Look at this—tiny hands, but that stare’s like he’s analyzing me…"*

Masaru smiled as he scooped some puree onto his fork:

> *"Face it, son. You lost. Shoto takes after Izuku way more."*

Izuku, settling into his seat after setting the table, leaned into his husband:

> *"You know… Shoto’s not wary of your mom. I think he likes her."*

Katsuki smirked around his water glass:

> *"If he’s not scared, that’s good. Sometimes *I’m* still scared."*

Mitsuki shrugged while serving herself salad:

> *"If a grump like you turned out fine, this kid’ll conquer the world."*

Shoto burst into tiny giggles, fascinated by Mitsuki’s hair.
Izuku didn’t miss the moment—he grabbed his phone and snapped a photo.

> *"That smile’s rare. Gotta archive it."*

Masaru raised his glass in a toast:

> *"Alright, dig in before it gets cold. And… let’s celebrate our first real family dinner."*

Everyone settled in.
Little Shoto remained in Mitsuki’s lap, studying her with quiet curiosity.
But he wasn’t afraid. Maybe seeing an older version of his dad comforted him.

What had started as a chaotic, loud evening had transformed—into something warm, soft, and full of love.

A family.

Chapter Text

Laughter mingled with the sounds of cutlery around the table.
Masaru, as usual, was on the gentle and polite side of the conversation.
Izuku, with Katsuki sitting beside him, was talking about the details of the hero gala, occasionally smiling at Shoto.
But at that moment...
Mitsuki leaned down slowly and stroked her grandson’s hair.

> "Look here, little explosion... Want to try that rice ball over there?"

Shoto first looked at his grandmother, then at his father.
He hesitated for a moment. But then, his tiny fingers reached for the rice ball.
Mitsuki let out a soft laugh.

> "Look at that! This kid’s got Bakugo’s confidence—not a hint of hesitation!"

Katsuki was watching them out of the corner of his eye.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips unmoving, but his gaze...
...flickered between jealousy and soft pride.
Izuku noticed his expression and leaned in to whisper:

> "Are you jealous?"

Katsuki immediately went on the defensive.

> "Me? No. It’s just... he’s *my* baby. His first smile was for *me*."

Izuku bit his lip to keep from laughing.

> "Sweetheart, Shoto loves everyone. He’s just a little shy and cautious. But you’re still number one. Look at how he looks at you."

Meanwhile, Mitsuki swayed Shoto in her arms and murmured:

> "My little grandson... I hope you manage to stay true to yourself in this world. You’ll need to be tough, yes. But first, learn to keep a soft heart."

Katsuki’s brows furrowed a little more.

> "You’re moving too fast, old hag... You just met him."

Mitsuki rolled her eyes.

> "You *do* remember he’s my blood, right? I bond fast."

Masaru smiled, trying to ease the tension.

> "Just like you. Tough yet sentimental... It’s nice to see. Our son’s gaze has softened a little."

Katsuki turned to his father.

> "So now *you’re* the last person in this house trying to figure me out?"

Izuku giggled.
Shoto perked up at his father’s voice.
Then...
He wrapped his tiny arms around his grandmother.
And suddenly rested his head on Mitsuki’s shoulder.

Katsuki’s mouth opened and closed abruptly.
Torn between jealousy and pride.

> "Tch... Don’t just hug *anyone* that fast, little one..."

Izuku pressed a small kiss to Katsuki’s cheek.

> "Let go. Love is contagious, remember?"

Mitsuki shot her son a challenging look:

> "If *I* had raised your kid, he wouldn’t be this shy."

Katsuki raised a brow.

> "That kid would still be legendary living with me. But it’ll take him some time to put up with a sarcastic grandma like you."

Masaru chuckled warmly and raised his glass.

> "See... *This* is family. Nothing more, nothing less."

Izuku leaned his head against Katsuki’s shoulder.
Shoto, now with his eyes closed in his lap, struggled to keep them open at the sound of his father’s voice—but eventually surrendered to the warmth of sleep.

Resting his head on Mitsuki’s shoulder, Shoto murmured peacefully, his eyelids half-lowered.
His tiny hands played with the pendant on his grandmother’s collar, his movements slowing.
Katsuki walked over to them with his usual determined steps.

> "Enough grandma love for now—it’s bedtime."

Mitsuki pouted.

> "We were doing just fine."

Katsuki paused for a moment.
Then he reached out and gently took Shoto from her arms.
The baby stirred slightly at the shift but, upon catching his father’s scent, immediately buried his face in Katsuki’s shoulder.

Katsuki whispered softly:

> "Alright, alright. Let’s go, little one... No capes tonight, got it?"

He headed slowly toward the bedroom.
His steps held no sharpness, his voice was tender.
Strong, yet carrying his tiny child with fragile love.

---

In that room, at that moment...
Masaru set his glass of water down on the table.
He turned to Izuku and gave a slight nod.

> "I’ve never seen him like this... Even as a kid, he was always rough and rebellious. At over 40 years old, this is the first time I’ve seen my son’s gentle side."

Mitsuki crossed her arms.
But there was an unusual warmth in her expression.

> "That brat always... tried too hard to be strong. Even as a kid. The boy who wanted to handle everything on his own is now rocking a baby to sleep in his arms. And he’s breathing softly just so he won’t wake him. That’s—that’s something else."

Izuku smiled.
He fidgeted with his hands.

> "Shoto softened every part of his heart. But... Katsuki’s always been like this. No one just saw it. He’s always known how to love. He just... had his defenses up."

Masaru nodded quietly.

> "And you... You were the only one who could get past them."

Mitsuki rolled her eyes, but her voice was soft:

> "Tch. Here come the romantic speeches. Whatever... I’m spending more time with my grandson tomorrow. He’s sitting with me at breakfast."

Izuku couldn’t hold back his laughter.

> "Then be ready to wake up at six. *You* set his schedule now."

---

The room was dim. The city lights filtering through the curtains cast rippling reflections on the wall.
When Katsuki stepped inside with his tiny child in his arms, the quiet inside softened his heart.

Shoto had his head resting on his father’s shoulder. The last flickers of wakefulness trembled on his lashes.
His little nose breathed softly, his pacifier shifting slightly in his mouth.

Katsuki’s eyes softened as he walked toward the bed.
With each step, his heart expanded a little more—as if this small body was healing every hurt and anger he’d ever carried inside.

He bent down slowly.
Unwrapped Shoto from his arms and laid him on the soft blanket.
The baby murmured a little but relaxed again as he sensed his father’s scent still close.

Katsuki knelt, his face level with his son’s.
He brushed his fingers through his hair—those fine, wavy strands of red and white, trailing down the nape of his neck...

Then he whispered, like a prayer:

> "My little hero... I’ll stand strong against the world, but I’ll always stay soft for you.
> I changed for you. And I’ll keep becoming better—for you."

Shoto, sucking on his pacifier, turned his head slightly.
He pressed his tiny forehead toward his father.
Katsuki leaned in and rested his forehead gently against his son’s. They stayed like that for a moment—sharing breaths, listening to heartbeats.

Katsuki’s lips moved:

> "You’re my greatest explosion, my little princess.
> But this blast isn’t from anger or war.
> It’s from love. Pure, untouched love."

Then he straightened slowly.
Tucked Shoto in, covering his small feet.
And just as he was about to leave—he turned back one last time at the door.

The tiny body lay there, safe.
Katsuki, unable to suppress the smile rising within him, whispered:

> "Goodnight, my little snowflake."

He closed the door softly behind him.

---

As Katsuki left the room, a gentle silence settled over the dimly lit living room.
Masaru set his cup down on the side table, squinting slightly.

*"You know, Izuku,"* he said, his voice warm yet thoughtful, *"I’ve never seen Katsuki like this. That baby... it’s like he changed him."*

Mitsuki leaned back on the couch, rubbing her now-empty hands together. A proud smirk played on her lips.

*"See that? My grandson. That kid kicked down the rusty doors in Katsuki’s heart,"* she said with a laugh.
Then she turned her eyes to Izuku, her voice softening.
*"And you... you filled that heart with flowers."*

Izuku smiled, though there was a hint of bashfulness on his face.
The night was winding down, warm with love and the quiet promise of sleep.

*"It wasn’t hard to bring this side out of him,"* he murmured. *"It was always there... someone just had to reach it."*

Masaru smiled, adjusting his glasses slightly.
*"All we can do now... is watch from afar and be happy for him."*

Mitsuki stretched and stood. *"Alright! Is the guest room still where it’s supposed to be?"*

Izuku got up too. *"It’s ready. Fresh sheets, soft pillows. I hope you like it."*

As the three of them walked out, Mitsuki was still muttering sweetly.
*"First thing tomorrow, I’m spending time with that grandson of mine. I’ll even make breakfast. Though if Katsuki gets involved in the kitchen... we might have an explosion risk."*

Izuku laughed, gesturing to the slightly ajar door down the hall as they passed.
Inside was a calm room bathed in warm light, its walls adorned with seascape paintings.
The bed was neatly made, smelling faintly of fresh soap.

*"Here you go,"* he said. *"For you."*

Masaru nodded. *"Perfect. Just as meticulous as you."*

Mitsuki stepped inside, then turned, giving Izuku a brief but sincere look.
*"Thank you,"* she said quietly. *"For this room... and for the family you’ve given us."*

Izuku dipped his head slightly, emotions flickering in his eyes.
*"We were already family, Mitsuki-san."*
Mitsuki winked. "I'm stealing my grandson tomorrow morning. Consider yourself warned."

Then she laughed and closed the door behind her.

Izuku stood alone in the hallway for a moment, tilting his head back slightly as he took a deep breath.

His family was growing.
And everything... was as it should be.

The house had settled into silence. All the lights were dim, the only sound echoing from the walls being the steady *tick-tock* of the clock.
Izuku and Katsuki had finally retreated to their own bed after the long day.

As the peaceful sound of soft breathing carried from the nursery, Izuku slipped under the covers with a content sigh, resting his head on the pillow.
Katsuki lay down beside him, draping an arm around his waist and pressing his forehead against Izuku’s green curls.
Izuku’s scent was like a soothing balm, washing away the day’s chaos.

*"Today... was really nice,"* Izuku murmured, his voice low and drowsy.
Katsuki pressed his lips to his shoulder.
*"Everything is, with you."*

Before long, Izuku’s breathing deepened as he drifted into peaceful sleep.
But Katsuki’s eyelids refused to stay shut. Sleep had eluded him—maybe from excitement, maybe because his heart still hadn’t fully processed the day.

He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Izuku, and slipped out of bed. He pulled on a simple T-shirt and padded silently out of the room.
The house was bathed in the soft glow of nightlights.

As he made his way downstairs, a faint light from the kitchen caught his attention.
He slowed his steps, quietly heading toward it.

In the kitchen... was his mother.

Mitsuki stood with her back to the stove, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in her hands.
Her gaze was fixed on a photo hanging on the fridge.

The photo showed Izuku, Katsuki, and Shoto.
All three were smiling, pressed close together.
Katsuki was lifting Shoto into the air while Izuku had his arms wrapped around both of them.
That single frame captured their family in its purest form.

There was a glimmer in Mitsuki’s eyes as she stared at the photo.
She took a sip of her coffee, as if weighing all the memories of the past against the present.

Katsuki leaned against the doorway, watching her silently for a moment.

*"Couldn’t sleep?"* he finally asked, his voice low but warm.

Mitsuki turned without flinching, raising a brow at her son.
*"You too?"* she said, smirking. *"Guess the restless genes come from me."*

Katsuki stepped inside, leaning against the counter.
*"Nah, not restless. Just... too full. Can’t settle into bed."*

Mitsuki’s eyes flicked back to the photo.
*"My grandson... in your arms, squinting just like you. His stance is the same. But his smile is all Izuku. A weird balance..."*

Katsuki was quiet for a beat, then nodded.
*"Yeah. That balance... it’s perfect."*

Mitsuki set her cup down slowly.
*"You look happy. Really happy... for the first time in a long time."*

Katsuki didn’t look away from her, exhaling shortly before nodding again.
*"I am. I’m scared too. But... I love him more."*

Mitsuki narrowed her eyes at him.
*"You love him because you’re his father, kid. That’s what family is. Mistakes, fears... but always love."*

A faint smile tugged at Katsuki’s lips.
*"You like your grandson?"*

*"Like crazy,"* Mitsuki said, wiping her eyes subtly. *"Only... he complains less than you. If that changes when he grows up, we’re screwed."*

They both laughed quietly, warmth filling the kitchen.
Katsuki glanced at the coffee. *"Got another cup?"*

Mitsuki winked. *"Always coffee for my son."*

And then they stood side by side at the counter.
Mother and son... years later, under the same light, in the same house, with the same exhaustion.
But this time, there was something new between them.

*Family.*

In the dim glow of the kitchen, in front of the photo on the fridge, they sipped the last of their coffee.
Mitsuki set her cup down, and for a moment, there was silence. Her gaze was still distant. Then, she turned to Katsuki slowly.

*"I wanna ask you something,"* she said quietly. *"But promise me you won’t get mad."*

Katsuki arched a brow, turning fully toward her. *"If it’s coming from someone standing in my kitchen holding coffee... fifty percent promise."*

Mitsuki laughed, but her smile faded quickly.
*"I got a closer look at my grandson today... and... I don’t know how to say this, but... there’s something in Shoto’s eyes. He’s so skittish. Always on edge. Like he’s waiting for something bad to happen. Even when someone just calls his name, he clings to Izuku."*

Katsuki’s expression darkened slightly. Not hardening—but the lightness in his smile... melted away.

*"Yeah,"* he said after a pause. *"Because he *is* scared."*

Mitsuki frowned. *"Scared? Of what?"*

Katsuki lowered his head for a moment, clasping his hands around his coffee cup.
Then, his voice dropped—like he was sharing a secret.

*"When we got him from the Ageplay Center... there was a woman there named Ayaka. She told us some things. Shoto... before he was brought there, he was in a bad place."*
His voice tightened. *"His father... abused him. Mentally. Physically."*

Mitsuki’s eyes widened. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

*"He was beaten,"* Katsuki said, his voice barely above a whisper. *"Silenced. Wasn’t even allowed to cry. They tried to force Quirk training on him when he was way too young—you saw his hair, his eyes. The two different colors aren’t just heterochromia. His right side has an ice Quirk, his left has fire. The smallest mistake... and that *bastard* punished him. It went on for a long time."*

*"God..."* Mitsuki whispered, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes brimming. *"A child that small..."*

Katsuki shook his head. *"We knew something was off. But Ayaka confirmed it. She said... he barely played with the other kids. Struggled with eye contact. He’s only just now learning how to smile."*

*"That’s why he’s so shy... so hesitant..."*

*"Yeah,"* Katsuki said. *"His social skills are underdeveloped. His mental age... in terms of emotional growth... he’s a few years behind."*

Mitsuki sucked in a shaky breath. *"But you... you’re taking such good care of him..."*

Katsuki turned his head, gaze locking onto the photo again.

*"Izuku changed his world,"* he said. *"I’m doing my best, but Shoto... he’s learning what it means to *really* trust someone because of Izuku."*

A tear slipped down Mitsuki’s cheek. Her voice trembled slightly.
*"I just wanted to love my grandson... but I guess what I need to learn first is this: My grandson... is learning how to be loved without fear."*

Katsuki touched her shoulder.
*"With time. Everything with time. He’ll get used to love... to freedom, to touch, to laughter. And one day... maybe he won’t remember any of it."*

Mitsuki wiped her eyes. *"But don’t forget, Katsuki... You’re not just being a good father. You’re... rebuilding a life."*

Katsuki took a deep breath. Nodded once.
*"We’re doing it together."*
Mitsuki was looking at the photo on the fridge with tear-filled eyes. Katsuki’s voice slowly seeped into her. Silence had fallen once more. Until Mitsuki spoke again, her voice as soft as cotton:

*"I have one more question..."* she said. *"That mark... above Shoto’s left eye. The first time I saw it, I thought it was a birthmark, but... it’s not, is it?"*

Katsuki turned his head slightly to the side, as if avoiding his mother’s gaze. He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, then fixed his eyes on the floor and answered:

*"No. It’s not,"* he said, his voice almost a growl. *"That scar... is from his biological mother."*

Mitsuki’s eyes widened. *"His mother? But—"*

Katsuki shook his head. *"Yeah. His father was the one who dealt the physical abuse. But his mother... maybe not as much, but she was neglectful. And sometimes... she took her anger out on Shoto. That scar... it was from a boiling kettle. Ayaka told me. She had a breakdown, threw it at him. We’re just glad he didn’t lose his eye."*

Mitsuki pressed a hand to her chest. *"To do something like that to such a small child... I can’t even comprehend it. Katsuki... what did this child ever do to deserve...?"*

Katsuki cleared his throat. *"Some people just shouldn’t have been parents. Shoto isn’t their mistake. He’s our miracle."*

Then he paused. Lifted his gaze to meet hers.

*"You know,"* he said, *"when Shoto was first brought to the Ageplay Center, they ran evaluations—mental and emotional age range assessments. Most Ageplay littles test between two to four years old. They can talk, play, joke around... But Shoto’s range was one to two."*

Mitsuki frowned. *"Meaning...?"*

*"Meaning his speech development is limited. Skills like running, playing—they’re just starting to form. He points at things to communicate because... he’s consciously regressed. It’s a defense mechanism. A way to survive. When the world became too much... he retreated. Some kids do that. They ‘shrink’ to cope with trauma."*

Mitsuki was at a loss for words. She simply nodded.

In a whisper, she said, *"And now you’re raising him... little by little."*

Katsuki dipped his head. *"Step by step. Every day, we remind him that he’s safe, loved... and not alone anymore."*

They didn’t speak for a while.
Only the coolness of the night, the silence of coffee cups... and a home echoing with the scars of a child remained.

Mitsuki was still staring at the photo on the fridge, silent as a broken heart. Katsuki had finished his coffee, his gaze fixed on the floor. Time flowed heavily between them in the kitchen.

Eventually, Mitsuki let out a deep sigh.

*"I want... to spend more time with him. My grandchild,"* she said, her voice quiet but firm. *"Just one dinner isn’t enough. I want to know him. Really know him. What goes on behind those little eyes, what makes him smile... I want to understand."*

Katsuki turned his head slightly toward her. A softness flickered in his eyes.

*"You can make breakfast tomorrow, then,"* he said, half-joking, half-serious. *"That’ll help him get to know you better."*

Mitsuki grinned. *"Deal."*

Then Katsuki slowly stood, his footsteps silent in the dim kitchen light as he walked toward the hallway. He stopped just outside Shoto’s slightly ajar door.

The soft sound of the baby’s breathing drifted out.

Katsuki stepped inside. Little Shoto had kicked his blanket aside in his sleep. His tiny hands clutched the edge of the pillow. His left cheek was slightly flushed, his nose stuffy. There was the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

Katsuki leaned down, gently fixing the blanket. He pressed a kiss to his forehead.

*"I’m so proud of you,"* he whispered. *"And I love you so much. Every part of you. Every version of you. This home is complete with you in it."*

He sat by the bed for a while. His fingers brushed against the baby’s, still curled around the pillow. In his sleep, Shoto’s tiny fingers wrapped around Katsuki’s.

Katsuki closed his eyes.

In that moment, he wasn’t the battle-hardened warrior, the Dynamight known by millions... just a father. Quiet, tender, weary—but at peace.
Mitsuki quietly made her way upstairs. Masaru was already resting in the guest room. In Izuku’s bed, there was the sound of peaceful breathing. His green curls were splayed across the pillow, and he murmured something in his sleep. When Katsuki turned back from the doorway, his eyes lingered on his husband for a moment.

He took in Izuku’s peaceful face, the curve of his lips, the way his hair framed his cheeks. Then he silently slipped into bed.

Izuku, still asleep, instinctively curled closer to him.

Katsuki rested his head against Izuku’s shoulder and whispered:

*"When morning comes... it feels like our family will be one person bigger. Now there’s one more person who truly knows us."*

Night draped over them like a veil—silent, protective, tender.

When Izuku cracked his eyes open, the room was still bathed in a soft blue-gray haze. As he shook off the warmth of sleep, the familiar scent of toasted bread and fresh coffee reached him, followed by the clink of a wooden spoon against ceramic.

He paused. Slowly turned his head—Katsuki was still asleep beside him, face buried in the pillow, murmuring something unintelligible.

Izuku’s brow furrowed slightly.
If Katsuki was here... who was in the kitchen?

A smile spread across his face.
*"Mitsuki-san..."*

He carefully pushed the covers aside and sat up. Shoto’s crib was empty—he must have already joined the early risers. With quiet steps, he slipped out into the hallway.

As he neared the kitchen, he heard not laughter but a soft, murmuring voice talking to itself.

*"Guess getting old is worth it if it means breakfast with a grandkid..."*
*"Where’s the sugar... Katsuki always moves it around."*

Peeking around the doorway, he saw Mitsuki’s back. Her hair was loosely tied, and she wore a robe as she bent over the oven, checking on tiny cheese rolls. The counter was lined with orange juice, jams, freshly made omelets, and neatly chopped fruit.

And Shoto...

Seated in a high chair at the counter.
Dressed in baby-blue pajamas, he clutched a small plastic spoon, watching his grandmother’s every move with wide, fascinated eyes—like a tiny scientist observing an experiment.

Warmth bloomed in Izuku’s chest. He stepped into the kitchen.

Mitsuki turned, startled at first, then beamed when she saw him.
*"Oh, you’re up!"*

Izuku smiled. *"Looks like you’ve taken over morning duty today."*

Mitsuki struck a triumphant pose in the middle of the kitchen.
*"Like I’d let anyone else make my grandbaby’s breakfast!"*

Shoto turned at the sound of his mother’s voice. His eyes lit up.
*"Ba!"* he cheered, then pointed a tiny finger at Mitsuki. *"Ba-ba-ba..."*

Izuku laughed.
*"I think he’s talking to you, not me..."*

Mitsuki puffed out her chest proudly.
*"Naturally. I’m just as impressive as his dad."*

Izuku leaned down, pressing a kiss to Shoto’s little nose.
*"Good morning, sweetheart. You seem happy."*

Shoto popped his pacifier back into his mouth, tilting his head sleepily—but content.
Shoto took his pacifier into his mouth and tilted his head, still sleepy but content.

Mitsuki turned while filling the kettle:
*"Sit down, Izuku, I’ve got everything handled. Just set the plates. This morning, you’re the guest."*

Izuku flushed slightly but, swept up in the warmth of the moment, nodded.
*"Thank you, Mitsuki-san..."*

*"Don’t mention it. We’re family now, aren’t we?"* Mitsuki said with a wink.

Izuku smiled as he stepped into the kitchen, then moved closer to Shoto’s high chair. The little boy had been focused on the ladle in his grandmother’s hand, but the moment he saw his mother, he turned excitedly.

*"Ba…"* he mumbled, then reached out and slowly pulled his pacifier free.

Izuku smiled tenderly.
*"Are you hungry, my little star?"*

He adjusted the kitchen chair closer to the table and sat down, lifting Shoto into his arms and letting the baby nestle against him. They were so accustomed to this ritual by now—the silent understanding between them, the way Shoto communicated his needs without words.

As his curly hair spilled over his shoulder, Izuku carefully loosened the front of his robe. Shoto pressed close, skin to skin. The quiet grew even softer, broken only by the sound of Shoto’s gentle suckling and the faint crackle of pastries baking in the oven.

Mitsuki froze as she watched the scene. She’d forgotten the spoon in her tea, left it stirring on its own, but she didn’t even notice. Her eyes weren’t brimming with tears—but her gaze held something deeper. Awe. A fragile kind of love. A quiet acceptance.

Not Katsuki’s strong words, not the painful stories from the past... nothing had ever spoken to her as loudly as this moment.

Now she understood what her son had meant.

This little child...
This small, cautious soul who moved slowly, who sometimes flinched but carried starlight in his eyes...

He was her grandson.
And he was the living proof of her son’s love.

Izuku lifted his head. His eyes met Mitsuki’s.

Mitsuki’s lips curled into a strange but warm smile.
*"Now I get it…"* she murmured, barely above a whisper. *"Why you guard Shoto so fiercely… Katsuki told me everything, but… what I’m seeing right now… it’s so much more real."*

Izuku smiled shyly but happily.
*"Shoto… has a fragile spirit. Even touching him requires care sometimes. But once he accepts you… he’ll never let you go."*

Mitsuki took a few steps closer, bending down slightly to study Shoto’s tiny, curly head from behind the chair.

*"He looks so much like his mother,"* she said softly. *"But judging by that little frown, he’s definitely a Bakugo."*

Izuku laughed quietly.
*"A bit of both. Right in the middle."*

Shoto sighed peacefully against Izuku’s heartbeat, then stilled. He’d noticed Mitsuki’s presence, but his reaction wasn’t what it usually was—no fear, no tension. Just quiet caution as he blinked up at his grandmother.

Mitsuki didn’t miss that look.
*"That expression… Katsuki had it too when he was a baby. The way he’d size up someone he liked."*

Izuku nodded.
*"Yeah. Right now, he’s still learning you."*

Mitsuki’s gaze drifted to the baby’s cheeks.
*"When he does… I hope I earn his trust. That’s what I want most."*

Izuku tightened his arms slightly around the small body.
*"With time… but yes. You definitely will."*

Mitsuki smiled.
And the morning grew just a little warmer—with three generations in one kitchen, their hearts quietly reaching for one another

Chapter Text

The kitchen was warm and quiet, still wrapped in the soft haze of the early morning. The gentle steam from the herbal tea boiling on the stove fogged up the window, while the aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air. Mitsuki stood by the stove, carefully stirring the tea, occasionally glancing back at the mother-son duo behind her. Izuku was still seated on the kitchen chair, feeling the small body in his lap gradually relax. Shoto’s eyes were half-lidded, his tiny hands clutching his mother’s nightgown. He hadn’t quite shaken off his sleepiness yet.

Then, the sound of a door opening came from inside. Heavy but steady footsteps approached the kitchen from the hallway.

Masaru stepped in, his hair combed back, a book in hand, and a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Good morning," he said softly.

Izuku lifted his head and greeted him.
"Good morning, Masaru-san."

Mitsuki sighed, shooting him a brief look.
"You almost missed stealing my grandchild. If you hadn’t woken up in time..."

Masaru chuckled lightly before taking a seat beside Izuku.
He looked at Shoto, then at Izuku.
"He looks so peaceful… Just like Katsuki when he was little."
Then, in a whisper, he added, "But his eyes… much gentler."

Izuku smiled.
"This is how every morning starts. First, a little reassurance in our arms, then breakfast, then he opens up to the world."

Masaru nodded, watching.
"Watching him grow… will be a miracle."

At that moment, slow, lazy footsteps echoed from the stairs above.

*Tap… tap… tap…*

Followed by a yawn and a low, familiar grumble:
"What the hell’s cooking in this house… stinking up the whole damn street..."

The figure that appeared in the doorway was Katsuki—his hair disheveled, eyelids slightly puffy, still in his morning T-shirt. His hair was slightly tousled, and the remnants of sleep still lingered under his eyes.

But his gaze immediately, almost instinctively, fell to the small bundle in Izuku’s lap.

*Shoto.*

In that instant, the sternness and morning grogginess melted from Katsuki’s face, replaced by something else:
A quiet smile.

He paused a few steps away, his eyes narrowing slightly before he dropped his shoulders and pushed a stray lock of hair back from his forehead.

Just then, Shoto stirred in his lap. His eyes fluttered open. And—

"Ba…" he murmured in a whisper-soft voice.

His tiny hands lifted, reaching toward Katsuki.

Katsuki took a step forward, his brows furrowed but his lips curved.

"Come here, sweetheart. You forgot my morning kiss," he muttered.
Izuku smiled.

As Katsuki scooped Shoto into his arms, the little body immediately buried itself against his father’s chest.
Shoto rested his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, as if finding comfort in his warmth, his scent, his voice.

Mitsuki stood frozen by the stove, her hands momentarily still.
Masaru quietly bowed his head.
Izuku placed a hand over his heart.

That moment…

Was the silent bonding of a family.
No words were needed.
Just those glances, those gestures… and a happy baby in their arms.

The breakfast table Mitsuki had prepared was nothing short of a feast. Freshly baked bread, an assortment of cheeses, olives, homemade jams, a steaming omelet, and right in the center—a platter of fresh fruit. Sunlight streamed through the wide kitchen windows, casting delicate shadows over the spread.

Katsuki, with Shoto still leaning against his shoulder, made his way to the table. He pulled out a chair with one hand and sat down, the baby still in his arms.
Izuku took the seat across from him, his eyes flickering from Katsuki to Shoto, then to Mitsuki, who was surveying the table.

Masaru, as usual, had quietly settled beside Izuku. He smiled faintly.
"Mitsuki hasn’t put this much effort into a meal in a long time."

Mitsuki shrugged, though her gaze remained fixed on her grandson.
Shoto, caught between morning fatigue and shyness, was nestled against his father’s chest, peeking at his grandmother from the corner of his eye. When he realized she was watching him, he quickly buried his face back into Katsuki’s chest.

Mitsuki let out a soft chuckle.
"This little one still hasn’t figured me out yet."

Katsuki huffed.
"He probably thinks you’re just a louder, scarier version of me."

Masaru cleared his throat lightly.
"It’s only natural for our grandson to be startled when he sees his grandmother—someone as explosive and similar-looking as you."

Izuku bit his lip to stifle a laugh, his eyes lingering on the baby’s shy expression. Shoto was unusually quiet this morning. His pacifier was in his mouth, but his wandering gaze kept scanning the table, occasionally stealing glances at Mitsuki.

Suddenly, Izuku leaned slightly toward Mitsuki.
In a low voice, just for her ears, he whispered:

*"He’s still a little hesitant… but he can’t resist strawberries. Maybe try offering him one from the fruit platter?"*

Mitsuki’s eyes glinted faintly. She gave a slight nod.
Without rushing, she plucked a plump, red strawberry from the fruit tray. Then, softening her voice, she turned to Shoto.

*"Sweetheart… look, I brought you a strawberry. Your favorite."*

Shoto lifted his head from his father’s chest.
His small eyes fixed on the strawberry. For a moment, his gaze flickered between the fruit and the hand offering it.
Without removing his pacifier, he let it dangle slightly from his lips. Then, cautiously, he reached out with his tiny hands.

Katsuki tilted his head, smirking.
"Oi, old hag… looks like it worked."

Mitsuki shot him a sharp glare, but as she watched Shoto take small, careful bites of the strawberry, her eyes grew misty.

Izuku smiled faintly, then quietly reached for the table.
"First step taken. Next up—strawberry ice cream."

Masaru chimed in. "Mitsuki has a homemade recipe for that too."

When Shoto finished the strawberry, a shy little smile appeared on his face.
In a tiny voice, he murmured, *"Ba…"* Then he rested his head back against Katsuki’s chest and settled into silence again.

And just like that, the table was no longer just a place for breakfast—it had become the quiet ground where a new bond, a new trust, was being built.

Breakfast was nearly over. As the plates slowly emptied, the bodies leaning back in their chairs exhaled in contented fullness. Shoto was still in Katsuki’s lap, nestled against his chest with the small, satisfied comfort of having eaten his strawberry.

Izuku set his coffee cup down, glancing at his baby from the corner of his eye.
Katsuki, meanwhile, was absentmindedly ruffling Shoto’s hair, his expression indifferent—but his eyes sparkled at every little reaction from his son.

Mitsuki sat with her hands on her knees, silent. She was trying not to seem too eager around her grandson, but her gaze was still locked onto him. Just as she made to stand—

Shoto lifted his head from Katsuki’s chest.
He looked first at his mother, then at Mitsuki. Then, raising his tiny fingers, he carefully reached toward the empty chair beside her.

Mitsuki held her breath.

Shoto’s small hand still carried the faint scent of strawberries. But that little hand was now reaching for something much bigger—*trust.*

Slowly, Mitsuki extended her own hand. Her fingers, slightly wrinkled with age, gently brushed against Shoto’s. The baby’s fingers hesitated at first, then curled more firmly around his grandmother’s.

That moment—

Masaru straightened slightly in his chair.
His eyes gleamed, a barely-there smile touching his lips.

*"Hey, little man… Think you’ll give us a chance too?"* he asked softly, leaning toward his grandson.

Shoto, still holding Mitsuki’s hand, turned his head. He saw Masaru’s outstretched hand.
He paused. Then, hesitantly, he lifted his other hand… and grasped Masaru’s fingers.
Now, two small hands were holding two larger ones.

Izuku covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes glistening.
Katsuki watched the scene quietly, something warm stirring in his chest despite the usual chaos inside him.

*"Told you strawberries open every door,"* Izuku whispered, giggling.

Mitsuki looked at Shoto once more.

*"You… are much braver than I thought, little one."*

Shoto wasn’t just looking anymore.
With his tiny smile, he had reached out both hands—to his grandmother and grandfather—finding a little more safety in their touch.
That moment, it wasn’t just breakfast being shared at the table.**
**The broken pieces of the past were being woven together with the hopes of the future, transforming into a new family bond in the tiny hands of a child.**

The kitchen was slowly being tidied up after breakfast. Izuku was loading the dishwasher while Katsuki carefully lifted the pot from the stove and placed it in the sink. With the open-concept kitchen blending into the living room, their eyes remained fixed on Shoto, Mitsuki, and Masaru playing in the living area.

Izuku leaned back against the counter, his green eyes softening as he watched them.
Shoto’s grass-green romper looked even brighter against the soft playmat spread across the floor.

Mitsuki, who had always resembled her son, now seemed to mirror her grandson just as much. There was an impatient yet affectionate energy in her eyes as she animated one of the wooden animal figures she’d handed to Shoto.

*"Look, it’s a dinosaur! Raaawwrr! Careful, sweetheart, it’s gonna catch you!"*

Shoto hesitated at first, then let out a tiny giggle, his little shoulders shaking.
He pushed himself up on his knees and reached for the figure in his grandmother’s hand.

*"Raaaww…"* he whispered in his own way before curling into Mitsuki’s lap.

Masaru sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a children’s book.

*"Ready, little man? I’m about to read you and Grandma a story,"* he said cheerfully.

Katsuki set down the glasses he was holding and sidled up next to Izuku.

*"Look at those two lunatics…"* he muttered with a grin.
*"The old hag is actually… playing with her grandkid."*

Izuku chuckled quietly, resting his head against Katsuki’s shoulder.

*"Did she ever play with you like this when you were little?"*

Katsuki shrugged.

*"With me? More like yelled at me to discipline me. But… look at Shoto. She’s talking to him gently."*

Shoto, now leaning against Masaru’s knee, was clutching another figure Mitsuki had handed him.
With his tiny hands, he raised it up.

Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up, while Izuku’s lips curled into a smile.
Katsuki scoffed, but there was a faint softness in his eyes.
The morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window made the scene in the living room even more peaceful.

Katsuki leaned in, ruffling Izuku’s hair where it rested against the counter.

*"This… is the best part of our lives, y’know?"*

Izuku nodded slightly.

*"Yeah… It grew from our most broken pieces… and yet it’s showing us our brightest side."*

Amid the sound of Shoto’s little giggles and Mitsuki’s exaggerated animal impressions, the two parents stood silently in the kitchen, watching how the shattered fragments of their lives had slowly mended.

As Mitsuki and Masaru continued playing with their grandson on the soft living room rug, Katsuki and Izuku finished putting away the last of the dishes and exchanged a smile.

Izuku’s gaze drifted back to Shoto, who was wriggling with laughter.

*"C’mon,"* he said softly.
*"Let’s join them."*

Katsuki nodded, his usual defiant glare replaced by something gentler—something at peace. They walked toward the living room, their footsteps light against the carpet.

Mitsuki was guiding her grandson through a little puzzle of her own making:

*"Which one’s the bear? Which one’s the dinosaur?"*

Masaru flipped the pages of the book, trying to hold Shoto’s attention—but the baby’s eyes had already darted toward the doorway.

As Katsuki approached, Shoto’s face lit up.

*"Ba… Ba!"*

He chirped, lifting his tiny arms.

Katsuki scooped him up in one swift motion.

*"Come here, little firecracker,"* he said before immediately hoisting him high into the air.

Shoto’s laughter echoed off the walls.

*"Katsuki—!"* Izuku laughed.
*"Don’t lift him too high!"*

*"I’ve got it under control,"* Katsuki smirked.
*"I’m this brat’s dad, his hero…"*

Shoto was lifted a second time before being brought back down—but that wasn’t the end of it. Katsuki swiftly laid him on the rug and, with strong yet careful hands, began tickling his stomach.

Shoto’s laughter spiraled into an uncontrollable melody.
His legs kicked, his hands clenched into tiny fists, and he looked like he couldn’t even catch his breath between giggles.
The sound of his high, delighted squeals made everyone smile involuntarily.

Izuku crouched down.

*"Katsuki, okay… okay! You’re gonna make him pass out."*

Katsuki looked up.

*"You surrendering, little warrior?"*
Shoto was still laughing, but in his gray-blue eyes, there was a spark of sweet rebellion against his father.

Izuku reached down and plucked the giggling bundle from Katsuki’s arms.
Shoto immediately buried his face in Izuku’s shoulder, his stomach still trembling with laughter. His tiny fingers gripped Izuku’s shirt as he panted.

*"Someone had fun,"* Izuku murmured, smiling.
*"But no one can withstand the wrath of his hero dad for long."*

Katsuki dramatically raised his hands and sighed.

*"Still won the battle. Got his laugh. That’s enough for me."*
Mitsuki, hands on her hips, rolled her eyes at the scene—but her lips curled into a smile.

*"When they said you couldn’t handle a kid, even I had my doubts… But you’re being reborn in every one of this child’s laughs, Katsuki."*

Masaru, leaning back on the couch with his coffee, smiled.

*"Laughter is the sound of a home… And this home is wonderfully loud right now. How lovely…"*

Izuku gently settled Shoto onto the couch, spreading a small blanket over his lap.

*"Rest a little, tiny hero… You just survived a mini Quirk battle."*

Shoto was still staring at his father.
He lifted a hand, reaching out…

*"Ba…"*

Katsuki knelt down, pressing his forehead to his son’s.

*"I’m here, little spark… Always here."*

As the echoes of laughter faded into a sweet silence, Izuku turned to Katsuki. Shoto, still bundled in his blanket, blinked sleepily while rubbing his nose with tiny fists.

*"You know…"* Izuku said, brushing his hair back. *"The weather’s beautiful today. Maybe we could go for a walk? By the shore… or stop by that new café."*

Katsuki stretched, then winked.

*"Think our little princess is ready to explore the outside world a bit more?"*

Izuku smiled, gently stroking Shoto’s cheeks.

*"Absolutely. A walk would do him good too."*

Just then, Mitsuki glided in from the kitchen, Masaru following behind.
With a smile, she said:

*"We were thinking of stepping out too—some fresh air would be nice. It’d be more fun if we all went together."*

Masaru nodded in agreement.

*"Yes, a change of scenery would be good. Katsuki, Izuku, will you join us?"*

Katsuki smirked, narrowing his eyes playfully.

*"We were already heading out, so let’s go together."*

Izuku shifted Shoto in his arms and turned to Mitsuki.

*"That sounds perfect. Some fresh air will be great for Shoto too."*

Shoto wiggled his tiny feet out from under the blanket, letting out a small murmur:

*"Ba…"*

*"No, no,"* Izuku cooed. *"First, we’ll get you dressed. Then we’ll all go out together."*

Katsuki stood from the couch.

*"I’ll pack the essentials. Blanket, bottle, diaper bag…"*

Mitsuki teased in a singsong voice:

*"And of course, as the resident ‘old hag,’ I won’t forget what my grandson needs either."*

Everyone laughed.

---

Upstairs, sunlight streamed through the nursery window, bathing the room in warmth.

Izuku pulled out a soft blue-and-white onesie dotted with tiny stars from Shoto’s closet.

*"We’ll shine as bright as the sky today, okay?"*

Shoto let out a giggly sound.
Izuku carefully laid him on the changing table, freshened him up, then began dressing him.
Tiny arms flailed as they slipped into the sleeves, but Izuku handled him with practiced ease.

*"There we go… One arm… one leg…"*

As he fastened the last button, Izuku stepped back.

*"Now, how about this clip? The one Daddy picked for you…"*

He took the soft blue-and-white hair clip from the dresser and gently tucked it into Shoto’s hair.

Shoto tilted his head, feeling the clip, then looked up at Izuku.
His eyes sparkled, tiny fingers reaching—but it was just out of grasp.

*"There… Now you’re ready, my little star."*

Katsuki called from the hallway:

*"Bag’s packed! Ready to go?"*

Izuku hugged Shoto close and smiled.

*"Let’s go… We’re all heading out together."*

---

Outside, the golden sunlight draped over the city as a gentle breeze brushed their faces.

Katsuki cradled Shoto, smiling down at him. Shoto, nestled securely in his father’s arms, stretched out his tiny hands contentedly.

Mitsuki walked beside them, chuckling softly.

*"Look at him—so much like his father. Even the way he’s being held… That timid little boy is nowhere to be seen now."*

Masaru smiled warmly.

*"Should I call him the old hag’s grandson, or the Bakugo family’s new shining star? Either way, it’s a perfect fit."*

Izuku gazed at Shoto affectionately.

*"Today’s going to be a good day. As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters."*

Katsuki nudged Mitsuki lightly with his shoulder.

*"See for yourself. This little gremlin is the best surprise of my life."*

Mitsuki’s eyes glistened slightly.

*"Yes… Just watching him heals the soul."*

As they strolled toward the shore, Shoto occasionally dozed off in the baby carrier against Katsuki’s chest, his soft breaths radiating peace. Katsuki slowed his steps, savoring the warmth of his son’s calm weight.

Izuku, Mitsuki, and Masaru walked alongside them, breathing in the tranquil air.

---

When they stepped into the café, the cozy atmosphere drew glances—some discreet, others not so much. Whispers followed: *"The owners of Bakugo Fashion are here…"*

Katsuki nodded politely at familiar faces; Izuku kept his smile steady as they settled at a quiet corner table. Mitsuki and Masaru, unfazed, surveyed the surroundings with ease.

As they took their seats, the café seemed to hum with a livelier energy—cameras discreetly raised, eyes lingering. But the family was determined to savor this rare, peaceful moment.

Izuku exhaled softly, watching Shoto sleep. Katsuki smirked, lacing his fingers with Izuku’s.

*"Good days are just beginning,"* he murmured.

Masaru glanced around. *"This place is lovely. A little relaxation will do us all good."*

Izuku leaned into Katsuki, observing Shoto’s peaceful slumber. *"Everything’s perfect,"* he whispered.

Katsuki’s eyes lingered on their son. *"Getting out today was a good call."* Then, dryly: *"But let’s actually relax, yeah? Despite the audience."*

Laughter flickered among them, a quiet understanding passing through their intertwined hands.

**The world outside could wait.**
**For now, they were exactly where they needed to be—together.**

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, accompanied only by the soft hum of the breeze outside and the gentle music playing in the café. Then Mitsuki spoke up:

*"We should spend more time improving Shoto’s sleep schedule, but for now, we’re here to protect our little prince."*

Izuku tightened his grip on Katsuki’s hand.

*"Kacchan… Sharing these moments with you—with all of you—means everything. Being a family with you is beyond anything I could’ve imagined."*

Katsuki didn’t look away as he answered, voice low but firm:

*"And I love you. Both of you. And this little miracle."*

---

### **Endeavor’s Office – Midnight**

Endeavor sat rigidly in his chair, eyes locked onto the television screen. The Hero Gala was playing—Dynamight stood on stage, and beside him, Deku held a small **ageplay baby** in his arms. But what truly seized his attention was the child hidden among them: **Shoto.**

His teeth clenched, fists trembling.

*"That brat… Shoto…"* he growled under his breath. *"I spent years trying to make him a hero. Gave him the best training. And yet—because of that damn age regression—he never reached his full potential. He was always limited, never able to wield his power properly."*

His eyes burned with fury and frustration.

*"And now look at him. Deku and Dynamight parade my son—my blood—around like some **ageplay doll**. Trapped in that tiny body, forced to live like… like this. It’s my greatest shame. My greatest failure."*

His breath hitched before exploding into a roar:

*"I won’t accept this! Shoto was meant to be a hero! Now he’s just a toy in their hands—reduced to nothing but a helpless infant!"*

He gripped his head, then slammed his fists onto the desk.

*"I have to stop this disgrace. I’ll drag out Shoto’s true potential—break this regression curse, no matter what it takes. I’ll rip him from their grasp… and force him to reclaim his real power."*

His face twisted with ruthless determination.

*"And if that doesn’t work… no one will stop me. They’re nothing but frauds hiding behind hero masks."*

---

### **Back at the Seaside Café**

At a quiet table for five, peace reigned.

Shoto slept soundly against Katsuki’s chest, nestled in his baby carrier. Every now and then, he shifted slightly, nuzzling deeper into his father’s neck. Katsuki absentmindedly stroked his tiny back with one hand while sipping coffee with the other.

Across from them, Mitsuki chatted with Izuku while Masaru watched with a warm smile.

*"You know,"* Mitsuki mused, eyes still fixed on her grandson, *"I’m still amazed at how attached this child is to you. Any other kid would’ve burst into tears just looking at your face, Katsuki."*

Katsuki smirked, raising an eyebrow, while Izuku giggled.

*"Guess things change. Especially when you become a dad…"* he murmured.

Masaru studied his son with a knowing gaze. *"This side of you was always there. We just never knew when—or how—it’d come out. What I’m seeing now… is nothing short of a transformation."*

Katsuki exhaled, resting his chin atop Shoto’s head.

*"Ever since he came to me… I don’t know. Something changed. Everything’s clearer now. I finally know what I’m living for."*

Izuku met his husband’s gaze, fingers intertwining with his.

*"We love you too, Katsuki."*

Mitsuki snorted. *"If we took a picture right now and hung it up, the caption would be: ‘Explosive Dynamight: Not a Bomb at Home—Just a Dad!’"*

Just then, little Shoto stirred in his sleep, letting out a soft:

*"Ba…"*

Both Katsuki and Izuku immediately leaned in, smiling.

Katsuki whispered, voice impossibly gentle:

*"I’m here, little spark. Always here."*

---
The coffee cups were empty, the conversations lulled. A gentle breeze rustled through the air as Shoto, still nestled against Katsuki's chest, blinked sleepily at his surroundings. Mitsuki adjusted her bag over her shoulder, her gaze repeatedly drifting back to her tiny grandson—unable to look away.

*"This kid... he's downright addictive,"* she snorted, grinning mischievously. *"I’d kidnap him from your house in a heartbeat—but Katsuki would probably blast me into next week."*

Masaru chuckled politely, squeezing Izuku’s hand. *"Thank you for your hospitality. We’ll be seeing more of our grandson, won’t we?"*

Izuku ducked his head with a smile. *"Our door is always open."*

Katsuki kissed the top of Shoto’s head, then leveled a look at his mother. *"Come by next week. But earlier this time—so the brat’s actually used to you and doesn’t bolt."*

Mitsuki tilted her chin up, flashing a smirk as she blew a kiss to Shoto. *"Miss me ‘til then, little Bakugo."*

Goodbyes were exchanged. Even as they climbed into their car, Mitsuki turned back several times to wave at Shoto. The drowsy toddler, though oblivious, nestled deeper into his mother’s neck with a tired smile.

Chapter Text

Mitsuki ve Masaru'nun vedalaşmasının ardından ev sessizliğe bürünmüştü. Akşam karanlığı geniş oturma odası penceresinden içeri sızıyor, hafif bir ürperti yayıyordu. Katsuki kanepenin kenarına oturmuş, kucağındaki küçük bedeni hafifçe sallıyordu. Shoto'nun saçları hâlâ dağınık, gözleri uykudan bulanıktı ama yüzünde yeni güne dair bir merak vardı. Izuku mutfak kapısından içeri eğilip seslendi: "Kacchan, dışarı çıkmak ister misin?" Katsuki dönüp omzunun üzerinden baktı. "Kulağa hoş geliyor. Hava güzel." Izuku düşünceli bir ifadeyle oturma odasına girdi. "Ne yapmalıyız... Hmm... Lunaparka mı?" O anda Shoto başını babasına çevirdi. Az önce duyduğu yeni kelimeyle kocaman açılmış gözleri daha da büyüdü. Kaşlarını hafifçe çattı, dudaklarını büzdü, sonra başını eğip fısıltı kadar yumuşak, kararsız bir ses çıkardı: "Lu...?" Katsuki, bebeğinin ifadesini dikkatle izledi. Izuku hemen Shoto'nun önünde diz çöktü. "Lunapark... tatlım. Rengarenk ışıklar, dönen oyuncaklar, müzik... Dondurma, pamuk şeker, dev peluş hayvanlar..." Shoto hiçbir şey söylemedi. Ama gözbebekleri parlıyordu. Başını önce annesine, sonra babasına çevirdi. Emziği ağzında daha hızlı hareket ediyordu. Minik ayakları sanki yerinde duramıyormuş gibi huzursuzca kıpırdıyordu. Katsuki hafifçe gülümsedi. "Oyunlarla dolu bir yer, küçüğüm. Ama biraz kalabalık da. Ama endişelenme, hemen yanında olacağız." Shoto babasının kucağında hafifçe doğruldu, sanki bir şeye doğru eğildi. Sanki "oraya" gitmek istiyormuş gibi. Izuku başını salladı, gözleri nemliydi, kalbi sıcak bir sızıyla doluydu. Shoto'nun bu küçük tepkilerle bile ne kadar büyüdüğünü, minik kalbinin ne kadar kırılgan ve canlı olduğunu biliyordu. "Pekala," dedi nazikçe. "Hadi lunaparka gidelim." Katsuki, Shoto'yu sıkıca tutarak ayağa kalktı. "Bugün bizim günümüz, küçük adam." Shoto'nun gözleri fal taşı gibi açılmıştı. Olanları tam olarak anlamasa da, göğsünde bir kıpırtı hissetti. Umut gibi. Oyun gibi. Aile gibi. Ev artık loş bir ışıkla aydınlanmıştı. Gece çökmüştü ama sokak lambaları ve uzaktaki şehir ışıkları akşama tatlı bir huzur veriyordu. Lunaparka gitme kararı kesinleşince, Izuku küçük Shoto'yu giydirmek için hızla yatak odasına yöneldi. Bu arada Katsuki kendi kıyafetlerini değiştirmekle meşguldü. "Tatlım... üşüyebilirsin," dedi Izuku yumuşak bir sesle, Shoto'yu yatağa yatırırken. "O zaman seni güzelce giydirelim, olur mu?" Shoto göz kırparak karşılık olarak minik parmaklarını havaya kaldırdı. Hâlâ neler olduğunu tam olarak kavrayamamıştı ama annesinin sesindeki heyecanı hissedebiliyordu. Izuku, katlanmış kıyafetlerden birini özenle seçti: Yeşil detaylara sahip, özel yapım, koyu mavi bir kapüşonlu üst. İçi yumuşak, dışı hafif rüzgar geçirmez. "Bu, senin için özel olarak yapıldı, küçük kahramanım," dedi gülümseyerek, Shoto'nun kollarını kollarından geçirerek. Sonra kapüşonluyu ilikleyip Deku temalı kapüşonu bebeğin başına geçirdi. Özel dikim kapüşonlunun kapüşonunda, tıpkı Deku'nun kostümü gibi iki sallanan kulak vardı. "Sen... cidden, bu kadar sevimli olmak zorunda mısın?" diye mırıldandı Izuku, Shoto'nun yanaklarını okşarken sırıtarak. Tam o sırada, üzerinde zeytin yeşili bir bomber ceket ve siyah bir tişört olan Katsuki içeri girdi. Saçları kabaca geriye taranmıştı ama bakışları sıcak, yumuşak ve sakindi. "Hazır mısın?" diye sordu, ama gözleri hemen küçük adama kaydı. "Vay canına... ne kadar sevimli göründüğünün farkında mısın, küçük şey?" Izuku gülümsedi ve Shoto'yu kucağına aldı. "Evet. Evet, bu aile çok fazla güzellikle dolu." Katsuki eğildi, kapüşonluyu düzeltti ve kapüşonu hafifçe aşağı çekti. "Soğuk alma. Seni sıfırdan yeniden inşa edemeyiz." Birlikte evden çıktılar. Hava serindi ama esinti hafifti. Sokak lambalarının altından geçerlerken Shoto'nun gözleri merakla parladı. Arabaya doğru yöneldiler. Katsuki sürücü koltuğuna otururken, Izuku ön yolcu koltuğunda, kucağında Shoto'yla oturuyordu. Bebekleri emziğini emiyor, geceye bakıyor, her şeye anlam vermeye çalışıyordu. Izuku, kalın siyah balıkçı yaka kazağı ve mavi trençkotuyla son derece şık görünüyordu; yüzü rüzgardan hafifçe kızarmıştı ama gözleri parlıyordu. Katsuki motoru çalıştırıp radyoyu kapattı, böylece içerideki tek ses Shoto'nun emziği ve şehrin gecenin hafif uğultusuydu. Sonra Izuku'ya dönerek mırıldandı: "Eğlence parkı... Bebeğimizi ilk kez oraya götürüyoruz. Düşünebiliyor musun... bizimle hiç tanışmasaydı, bunu asla bilemezdi." Izuku elini Katsuki'nin dizine koydu. "Ama bizimle tanıştı. Ve şimdi, onun için hiçbir gece karanlık değil." Katsuki başını salladı ve gaza bastı. Gece, eğlence parkının ışıklarıyla küçük mucizelerini karşılamaya hazır bir şekilde bekliyordu. Gecenin karanlığı, eğlence parkının parıltısıyla parçalanmış gibiydi. Renkli spot ışıkları gökyüzünde parıldıyordu, dönme dolap yıldızlara uzanan bir masal ağacı gibi dönüyordu. Mavi, pembe ve sarı ışıklar rüzgarda dans ederken, uzaktaki müzik ve kahkahalar heyecanın ritmini belirliyordu. Katsuki park alanına girdiğinde, arabanın farları dev dönme dolabın tabanını aydınlattı. Dikkatlice odaklanarak arabayı park etti. Motor sustuğunda, içeride kısa bir an için tatlı bir sessizlik çöktü. "Geldik," dedi yumuşak bir sesle, arkasına bakarak. Izuku gülümsedi. "Hazır mısın Shoto?" Hâlâ Izuku'nun kucağında olan bebekleri, dönerken hafif bir mırıltı çıkardı. Emziği ağzındaydı. Meraklı gözleri pencereden dışarı bakıyordu, dans eden ışıklar yüzüne yansıyordu. Katsuki, sanki gecenin soğuğuna alışmış gibi hızla dışarı çıktı. Arka kapıyı açtı, emniyet kemerini çözdü.Sonra Izuku'nun kapısını da açtı. "Hadi canım," dedi elini uzatarak. Izuku arabanın ön tarafına doğru dönerken Shoto'yu sıkıca tuttu. Bebeğin başı Izuku'nun omzuna yaslanmıştı ama gözleri kocaman açılmış, lunaparkın ışıklarına odaklanmıştı. Girişten içeri adım attıklarında, lunapark bambaşka bir dünya gibiydi. Baktıkları her yerde dönen, sallanan, patlayan renkler vardı; çığlıklar, kahkahalar ve şeker kokuları... Shoto'nun emziği ağzındaydı ama elleri Izuku'nun omuzlarını sıkıca kavramıştı. İçinde bir şeyler çırpınıyordu; biraz korku, biraz da heyecan. Dönen dönme dolap kabinlerine, dev sallanan korsan gemisine, ışıklı atlıkarıncaya bakarken yüz ifadesi hızla değişti... Gözbebekleri titredi. "Hey," dedi Katsuki hafifçe eğilerek. "Biliyor musun Shoto, o şey dönüyor çünkü insanlar içeride eğleniyor. Biz de eğleneceğiz." Shoto'nun gözleri babasına döndü. Bir an nefes bile almadı. Sonra yavaşça nefes verdi ve aniden minik parmağıyla dönme dolaba işaret etti. "B... ba!" dedi heyecanla. Küçük sesi müziği bile bastırdı. Izuku kahkahasını tutamadı. "Evet, evet, baban da o şeyi seviyor." Katsuki burnunu hafifçe kırıştırıp sırıttı. "İlk durak neremiz - pamuk şeker tezgahı, bebeğim?" Shoto başını sallamadı ama gözleri pamuk şekere akın eden çocukları takip etti. Sonra başını Izuku'nun göğsüne yasladı, ama bir gözü parktaydı. Kalbi kocaman hissediyordu, midesinde kelebekler uçuşuyordu - ama bu hislerin bir adı yoktu. Sadece... güzeldiler. "Hadi," diye mırıldandı Izuku. "Bu gece senin gecen." Ve üçü birlikte öne doğru adım attılar, kalabalığın arasına, lunaparkın rüya gibi ışıltısına karıştılar. Bir aile olarak - ilk kez. Pamuk şeker tezgahı, parkın ortasına yakın bir yerde, aydınlatılmış çadırların arasında bir yıldız gibi parlıyordu. Tezgahın üzerinde pembe ve mavi pamuk şekerler dev çiçekler gibi dizilmiş, arkadaki makine ise şekeri ipeksi ipliklere dönüştürüyordu. Hâlâ Izuku'nun kollarında olan Shoto, lunaparkı izlemeye devam etti. Ama pamuk şeker tezgahına yaklaştıklarında bakışları ondan ayrılmadı. Tezgahın arkasındaki kadının şekeri ince bir çubuğa sarmasını, bulut gibi kabarmasını izledi. Emziği ağzında biraz daha hızlı hareket ediyordu. Ne olduğunu bilmiyordu ama... rengarenk, yumuşak ve büyüleyiciydi. "Hazır mısın prenses?" diye sordu Katsuki, sırada beklerken. "Bu senin ilk pamuk şekerin olacak." Izuku sırıttı. "Tatlı şeyleri sevdiğini biliyoruz ama bu bambaşka bir şey." Shoto, Izuku'nun kucağında hafifçe doğruldu. Başını kaldırdı (emziği hâlâ yerindeydi) ve pamuk şekerine baktı. Parlayan gözlerinde beklenti vardı, ama aynı zamanda bir parça tereddüt de. Hayatında hiç bu kadar renkli, bu kadar yumuşak, bu kadar... büyük bir şey görmemişti.Satıcı gülümsedi ve pembe bir pamuk şeker uzattı. "Küçük beyefendi için - özel!" Katsuki aldı. "Teşekkürler," dedi ve başını hafifçe salladı. Sonra dev şeker topunu Shoto'nun önünde tutarak Izuku'ya döndü. "Al bakalım. Bu senin." Shoto, emziği hâlâ ağzındayken pamuk şekere bakmaya devam etti. Parmakları önce Izuku'nun göğsünü kavradı, sonra yavaşça uzandı. Parmak uçları pamuk şekere değdiğinde hemen geri çekti. Yumuşak ve yapışkandı. Hafif bir hışırtı sesi çıkardı. "Hey, prenses," dedi Katsuki alçak sesle, eğilerek. "Korkacak bir şey yok. Denemek ister misin?" Izuku minik elini tuttu ve birlikte küçük bir parça kopardılar. Izuku onu Shoto'nun ağzına yaklaştırdı. Shoto önce kokladı, sonra parmak uçlarıyla dudaklarına dokundurdu. Ve... Tatlılık diline yayıldı ve gözleri fal taşı gibi açıldı. Küçük ağzı hafifçe aralandı. Bakışları Katsuki'den İzuku'ya kaydı, sanki *Bu da ne?!* der gibiydi. Sonra, hiç düşünmeden, minik elleriyle İzuku'nun parmaklarını kavradı ve şekeri yalamaya başladı. İzuku kahkahasını güçlükle bastırdı. "Sanırım hoşuna gidiyor..." "Yok, bu aşk işte," dedi Katsuki kendinden emin bir şekilde. "Bitirdiğimizde bir tane daha isteyecek." Shoto tekrar uzandı, bu sefer daha cesurca. Parmakları yapış yapış oldu ama pamuk şekerini büyük bir ciddiyetle kavradı; ama bir kısmını düşürdü. "Ahh! Bekle, bekle, yardım edeyim," dedi Izuku gülerek ve Shoto'nun ellerini bir mendille silerken. Shoto'nun ağzı şimdi tamamen tatlılıkla dolmuştu. Yanakları pembeleşmişti ve gözleri minik bir mutluluk parıltısıyla parlıyordu. Tekrar başını kaldırıp babasına mırıldandı: "Ba..." Katsuki'nin kalbi eridi. "Şeker coşkusunun tadını çıkar, küçük canavar. Bu sadece başlangıç." Ve o anda, parlayan dönme dolabın altında, tatlı bir gecenin ortasında, hayatlarına bir ilk daha kazındı: Shoto Bakugo'nun ilk pamuk şekeri. Mini tren, parkın daha sessiz bir köşesine kurulmuştu. Rengarenk vagonlar, ışıldayan ışıklarla süslenmiş bir şekilde raylar boyunca sessizce ilerliyordu. Tren, bir çocuk rüyasından fırlamış gibiydi; her vagon farklı bir hayvan şeklindeydi: bir aslan, bir ayı, bir ejderha, bir zürafa... Raylar boyunca, sanki Shoto'nun kalbindeki tereddüdü nazikçe çağırıyormuş gibi minik ışıklar titreşiyordu. Katsuki trenin önüne ulaştığında, Shoto hâlâ kollarındaydı. Bebeğin ağzının kenarında hâlâ pamuk şekeri izleri vardı ve kıyafetleri biraz yapış yapıştı. Ama gözleri, gözleri hayranlıkla trene kilitlenmişti. Izuku trene doğru eğildi ve "Bak Shoto, bu... bir oyuncak tren. Hayvan vagonlarının içine binip küçük bir yolculuğa çıkacağız. Rüzgar yüzüne çarpacak ama korkma, hemen yanında olacağız." dedi. Shoto cevap vermedi, ama başını hafifçe eğdi ve bakışlarını ejderha vagonlarından birine dikti.Dudaklarından hafif bir ses çıktı: "Haa..." Katsuki saçlarını karıştırdı. "Ejderhayı mı istiyorsun, küçük canavar?" Shoto yavaşça başını salladı. Izuku heyecanla güldü. "Bu... belki de hayatında ilk kez özel olarak bir şey istiyor!" "Olabilir," dedi Katsuki gözleri parlayarak. "Ve dürüst olmak gerekirse, ona ejderhadan daha çok yakışan hiçbir şey yok." Üç kişilik yer ayarladılar; ejderha vagonu öndeydi ve yanındaki küçük ayı vagonunu da hem Katsuki hem de Izuku'nun küçük ejderhalarına eşlik edebilmesi için ayırdılar. Trene bindiklerinde Katsuki, Shoto'yu ejderha vagonuna yerleştirdi ve küçük bir emniyet kemeriyle bağladı. Bebeğin gözleri heyecandan fal taşı gibi açılmıştı, minik elleriyle ejderha vagonunun kenarlarını sıkıca kavramıştı. Ayaklarını huzursuzca yere vuruyor ve emziğini hafifçe emiyordu; gergin ama heyecanlıydı. Izuku yanındaki vagonda oturmuş, eğilip fısıldayarak: *"Tam buradayız, tamam mı? Her saniyesi."* Tren neşeli bir *tüh* sesiyle hareket etti, etraflarında ışıklar titreşiyordu. Ve Shoto'nun gözleri parladı. İlk başta hafifçe titredi - ama yolculuk başlayıp rüzgâr yüzüne değdiğinde, ağzından küçük bir kahkaha kaçtı. Yumuşak, nefesli ama kesinlikle bir kahkahaydı. Katsuki onu kısık gözlerle, gurur göğsünü ısıtarak izledi. *"Aferin çocuk,"* diye kendi kendine mırıldandı. Tren raylar boyunca kıvrılırken Shoto artık korkmuyordu. Hayretle etrafına bakındı, hatta meraklı parmağıyla ejderhanın burnunu dürtmek için uzandı. Izuku'nun kalbi kabardı. Vagonların arasından uzandı, eli Katsuki'ninkini buldu. Ve o anda iki şey oldu: Shoto ejderha tüneğinden onlara baktı. Dudaklarından minik, hayranlık dolu bir kelime döküldü: *"Vay canına..."* Katsuki başını salladı. *"Tamam, resmen büyülendik."* Izuku hafifçe kıkırdadı. *"Ve bu sadece başlangıç..."* --- **Yolculuktan Sonra** Tren yavaşlayıp durduğunda, Shoto hâlâ hayranlıkla etrafına bakıyordu. Katsuki, yanaklarındaki hafif pembeliği fark ederek hemen onu kucakladı; neredeyse önceki pamuk şekerine benziyordu. Shoto'nun dudaklarında küçük, şaşkın bir gülümseme belirdi. Mutluydu. Gerçekten, derinden mutluydu. Izuku uzanıp Shoto'nun rüzgârda savrulan saçlarını düzeltti. *"Ne oldu küçük ejderha? Rüzgâr seni gıdıkladı mı?"* Shoto utangaç bir şekilde emziğini tekrar ağzına soktu, başını Izuku'nun omzuna yasladı; ama bacakları, ah, o minik bacakları, hâlâ kalan heyecanla kıpırdıyordu. Arıyordu. Bir sonraki mucizeyi. Ve sonra, gözleri bir şeye kilitlendi. **Oyun standı.** Parlak ışıklı bir atış tezgahı, peluş ödüllerle doluydu: dev ayılar, sırıtan ejderhalar, yıldız şeklindeki yastıklar, gülümseyen meyveler. En büyükleri en yükseğe yerleştirilmişti, ama tam Shoto'nun göz hizasında bir **ejderha peluşu** vardı. Gözleri buluştu. Bebeğin emziği hafifçe kaydı ve dudakları hayranlıkla aralandı. *"Ooh..."* Katsuki, bakışlarını takip ederek döndü. *"Ah. Buldum,"ha?"* Izuku sırıttı, kollarını kavuşturup Katsuki'ye baktı. *"Sıradaki durak belli oldu, Dynamight."* Katsuki omuz silkti. *"Tek atış. Yoksa şafağa kadar buradayız."* Shoto'nun gözleri parladı. Katsuki'nin yakasını çekiştirdi. *"Ba...!"* Katsuki sırıttı. *"Tamam, tamam. Baban görevde."* Izuku eğilip Shoto'ya fısıldadı: *"Hazır ol, küçük yıldız. Baban sana gökyüzünden bir ejderha kazandıracak..."* Ve böylece üçlü kalabalığı yararak kabine doğru ilerlediler— Katsuki'nin gözlerinde meydan okuma, Shoto'nun çocuksu inancı ve Izuku'nun ikisinin de bakışları altında şöyle düşündü: *"Birbirlerini değiştirdiler."* Gösterişli tezgaha yaklaştıklarında Shoto, Izuku'nun kollarında kıvranıyordu, minik bedeni öne doğru sallanıyor, parmakları esniyor, topukları Izuku'nun karnına hafifçe vuruyordu. *"Hey, hey! Sakin ol küçük kuş,"* Izuku kıkırdadı, tutuşunu daha da sıkılaştırdı. *"Hiçbir yere gitmiyor ama birileri *çok* heyecanlı."* Shoto emziğinin etrafında boğuk bir mırıltı çıkardı: *"Oooh... hmmm..."* Katsuki kaşını kaldırdı, oğluna baktı. *"Bu ne? Ödülünü şimdiden mi seçtin?"* Shoto, gözleri ejderhaya kilitlenmiş bir şekilde başını kararlılıkla salladı. Tezgah sahibi - *"Hedef Ustası"* tişörtü giymiş orta yaşlı bir adam - topun havaya atıldığı sırada başını kaldırıp donakaldı. **Dinamik güç.** **Deku.** Çenesi düştü. *"Şey - r-hoş geldin! Seni ağırlamaktan onur duydum! L-lütfen, istediğin kadar deneme yap—"* Katsuki parmaklarını çıtlattı. *"Bir tane yeter."* Adam yutkundu. *"E-emin misin? Aslında çok az kişi kazanır—"* *"Ben 'insan' değilim."* Katsuki Shoto'ya döndü. *"Ödülünü seç, evlat. 'Çünkü baban anlıyor."* Yüzüne Bakugo tarzı bir sırıtış yayıldı. Sahneye çıkan bir kahraman gibi—ama bu sefer seyircisi kalabalık değildi. Sadece tek bir minik insan. **Shoto.** Izuku, oğlunun beklentiyle küçük yumruklarını sıktığını, babasına bakarken gözlerini kırpmadığını izledi. Başını eğdi, kendi kendine gülümsedi. *"Şuna bak, küçük kalp... Süper kahramanın iş başında."* Katsuki topu aldı. Kolunu kaldırdı. Bir nefes. Parkın kendi köşelerinde bir sessizlik anı. Sonra— ***ŞAK!*** Top tam ortasına çarptı. ***TANG!*** Kabinin mekanizması yanıp sönen ışıklarla aydınlandı: **"KAZANAN!"** Shoto kollarını sevinçle havaya kaldırdı: *"Mee!"* Izuku gülerek onu daha da yukarı kaldırdı. Katsuki döndü, oğlunun hayran bakışlarıyla buluştu. *"Sana söylemiştim. "Kazandım."* Tezgah sahibi alkışladı ve aceleyle ejderha peluşunu uzattı. Katsuki peluşu aldı, sonra Shoto'ya döndü. *"Küçük kahramanım için ilk zafer kupası."* Shoto peluşa sarıldı. Neredeyse kendisi kadar büyüktü ama kolları sıkıca sıkıyordu. Yumuşak bedenine sokulup mırıldandı: *"Ba..."* Katsuki ve Izuku onu izleyerek durakladılar. Izuku'nun gözleri parladı. Katsuki eğilip fısıldadı: *"Sadece o bakış için değer, değil mi?"* Izuku cevap vermedi, sadece elini Katsuki'nin eline kaydırdı.Ve birlikte, üçü birlikte, bir sonraki maceraya hazır bir şekilde yola koyuldular. Hâlâ yeni peluşunu kucağında tutan Shoto, ona uzun bir süre hayranlıkla baktı; gözleri parlak, yanakları hafifçe pembe. İçinde kabaran minnettarlığı bastıramıyormuş gibi. Sonra, minik elleriyle ejderhayı kaldırdı. Ve uzattı. **Izuku**'ya. Izuku anında tepki verdi, Shoto'yu dengede tutarken dikkatlice ejderhayı aldı. *"Senin için tutuyorum tatlım,"* diye kıkırdadı. Şimdi eli boş olan Shoto döndü ve onun yerine **Katsuki**'ye uzandı. Gözlerinde sessiz bir kararlılık vardı. Katsuki tereddüt etmedi. Shoto'nun seviyesine eğildi. Bebek eğildi, minik avuçları Katsuki'nin yüzünü çerçeveledi. Ve sonra... Alnını Katsuki'nin alnına bastırdı. Bir **teşekkür ederim.** Küçük, sessiz ama çok şey anlatıyordu. Katsuki gözlerini kırpıştırdı. Shoto bunu daha önce de yapmıştı; kelimeler kifayetsiz kaldığında, sevgi taştığında. Katsuki'nin dudaklarında hafif bir sırıtma belirdi. *"Minnettarlığın bile küçük ama etkili, değil mi?"* Shoto'nun burnunu kendi burnuyla dürttü. Shoto, başını Katsuki'nin omzuna koymadan önce kısık sesle kıkırdadı. --- Izuku, bir adım gerilerinde duruyor, gözlerini ailesine dikmiş gülümsüyordu. O gülümseme... o gözler... sanki içindeki tüm ışığı dünyaya saçıyordu. Katsuki, kocasına bakmak için başını çevirdi. *"Buraya gel,"* dedi sessizce. Izuku tereddüt etmedi, öne eğildi. Katsuki de kolunu onun beline doladı ve bir an için üçü, kendi kendine yeten küçük bir evren oluşturdular. Ve sonra... **Flaşlar patladı.** Basın, kalabalık, hayranlar... Ama bu üçü için zaman durmuştu. Birbirlerine sarıldılar. Nefes aldılar. Ve dışarıdaki dünya gürültülü kaosuna devam ederken, onlar sadece birbirlerini duydular. Av kulübesinin ışıklarından uzaklaşırken, Shoto'nun minik parmakları hâlâ peluş ejderhasının kulaklarını yoğuruyordu. Katsuki onu taşıyor, her heyecanlı kıpırtıyı, her küçük nefesi göğsünde hissediyordu. Çok uzağa gitmemişlerdi ki— Izuku aniden yavaşladı. Katsuki ilk başta fark etmedi. Ama kocasının bir şeye baktığını fark edince, gözlerini devirmekten kendini alamadı. *"Ne yapıyorsun—"* diye başladı— Sonra sözleri boğazında düğümlendi. Bakışları, ışıkların altında parıldayan elektrik mavisi, neon turuncusu ve birkaç **yaldızlı altın** olmak üzere imkansız renklerde plastik balıklarla dolu, parıldayan bir **su havuzunun** bulunduğu küçük bir tezgaha takıldı. Klasik bir balık tutma oyunu. Izuku tereddüt etti, sonra sırıtarak geri döndü. *"Sıra bende,"* dedi, sesi karnaval ışıkları kadar parlak, gözleri şakacı bir meydan okumayla parlıyordu. *"Hazır mısın, Bay Şampiyon?"* Katsuki bir kaşını kaldırdı. *"Tch. Bana neyin var, göster."* Ama ses tonu alaycı değildi, **sevgi doluydu**. Izuku güldü ve eğilip Shoto'nun alnını öptü. *"Seni babana vereceğim, küçük kuş, çünkü annen tarih yazmak üzere!"* Shoto şaşkınlıkla gözlerini kırpıştırdı, ama Katsuki'nin güçlü kollarına aktarıldığında mırıldanarak sokuldu. Katsuki, oğlunun başını göğsüne yaslayarak sırıttı.*"Dikkatli izle, yavru. Annen çok komik bir şey yapacak."* Izuku minik oltayı alıp havuzu lazer gibi bir odaklanmayla inceledi. *"Altın olanı ben yakalıyorum. Sadece izle,"* diye yemin etti. Shoto'nun gözleri parıldayan balığa, özellikle de ışık izi bırakan kırmızı olana kilitlenmişti. Uzandı, minik ellerini sanki kendisi yakalayacakmış gibi esnetti. Katsuki oğluyla kocası arasında bakışlarını gezdirdi, sonra kendi kendine mırıldandı: *"Bu iki manyak... Biri oyuncak bir balığın peşinde, diğeri tüm lanet dünyayı kovalıyor."* Sonra—**Izuku vurdu.** Olta mükemmel bir şekilde altın balığın ağzına girdi. *"Yakaladımmmmm!"* diye bağırdı. Shoto ve Katsuki hep bir ağızdan alkışladılar—bebeğin minik elleri Katsuki'nin göğsünü okşuyor, emziğinin etrafında sırıtıyordu. Katsuki başını iki yana salladı ama sırıtışı gururluydu. *"Fena değil, Deku."* Izuku ödülünü savurdu. *"Ne bekliyordun ki? UA mezunları, çocuk havuzlarında bile gösteri yapıyoruz."* Shoto'ya göstermek için diz çöktü. *"Bak canım! Bu senin."* Shoto'nun gözleri fal taşı gibi açıldı. Yüzünde şaşkınlık ve sevinçle balığa uzandı. Katsuki kahkahayı bastı. *"Kahretsin. Tamam. Şimdi berabereyiz, Deku."* Ve tam o sırada, arkalarından **daha fazla flaş** patladı. Kalabalık izliyordu ama hiçbir şey bu üçü arasındaki bağı gölgeleyemezdi. Shoto, Katsuki'nin kollarından Izuku'ya doğru eğildi, minik avuçları annesinin yüzünü çerçeveliyordu. Gözlerinde tek kelime yoktu; sadece **minnettarlık, hayranlık ve güven.** Altın balığa baktı, sonra tekrar Izuku'ya... sonra alnını Izuku'nun alnına dayadı. Tıpkı daha önce Katsuki'ye yaptığı gibi. Bu, Shoto'nun **"teşekkür ederim"** diliydi. Kelime yoktu; sadece dokunma. Saf, yumuşak ve **acı verici derecede samimi.** Izuku'nun kalbi titredi. *"Ohh... bebeğim..."* diye fısıldadı, ona daha sıkı sarılarak, gözleri parıldayarak. Katsuki başını eğdi, kollarını kavuşturdu ve gülümsedi. *"Bize konuşmalarla teşekkür etmeye başlamadığı sürece sorun yok."* Alaycılığı sevgiyle örülmüştü. Sonra—Shoto'nun başı aniden kalktı. Gözleri yeni bir şeye kilitlendi: **Dondurma.** Waffle külahlarında rengarenk mücevherler gibi toplar. Izuku bakışlarını takip etti, sonra Katsuki'ye sırıttı. *"Sanırım dondurma saati."* Katsuki tezgaha doğru yürüdü. *"Daha önce hiç tatmadı. Hangi lezzeti bulacağından emin değilim."* Izuku kıkırdadı. *"Ona öğreteceğiz."* **Çilek, vanilya ve çikolatalı** sipariş ettiler. Shoto'nun elleri küçük ama **sabırsızdı.** Izuku ilk kaşığı uzattığında, bebek ağzını kocaman açtı— Ve hemen soğuğa **yüzünü buruşturdu**. Katsuki homurdandı. *"Soğuk, ha? Ama güzel."* Shoto kaşığı yalarken yüz ifadesi keyfe dönüştü. Ama **asıl komedi** bundan sonra geldi: Ağzı, burnu, hatta çenesi—**dondurmayla kaplanmış.** Pembe, beyaz ve kahverengi hepsi birbirine karışmıştı. Izuku neredeyse gülmekten ağlayacaktı. *"Aman Tanrım! Bizim küçük dondurma canavarımız!"* Ve sonra—**mükemmel bir şekilde senkronize olmuş bir şekilde** Katsuki Shoto'nun sağ yanağını öptü, Izuku sol yanağını. İkisinin arasında sıkışıp kalmışlardı.Shoto'nun gülümsemesi havai fişek gibi parladı. Yanakları dolgunlaştı, teni pembeleşti. Gözleri mutlulukla kapandı— Sanki biliyordu: *Burası* dünyanın en güzel yeriydi. Katsuki mırıldandı: *"Çilek öpücükleriyle bile, sen hâlâ bizim küçük ejderhamızsın."* Izuku ona sokuldu. *"Bizi mahvedecek... Sevgiyle."* Arkalarından daha fazla ışık çaktı—ama umursamadılar. Bu gece **onlarındı.** Üç kişilik bir evren. Tatlı, yapış yapış ve **dolup taşan.** Daha sonra, neon ışığının altında yürürken, Izuku'nun gözleri eğik bir çadırı yakaladı: **"BALONLARI PATLAT! EN BÜYÜK PELUŞU KAZAN!"** Birbirlerine baktılar. *"Oho,"* dedi Izuku, gözlerinde çocuksu bir neşeyle. *"Shoto'ya bir ejderha peluşu kazanıyorum. Tıpkı senin yaptığın gibi."* Katsuki kaşlarını kaldırarak bebeğe baktı. *"Ne düşünüyorsun, pipsqueak? Annemin aklı başında mı acaba?"* Shoto **iki kez ellerini çırptı**—hem onay hem de neşeyle. Izuku plastik silahı aldı, gözleri keskinleşti. Nişan alırken Katsuki takıldı: *"Unutma... Biz burada profesyonel kahramanlar değiliz. Artık sadece balon patlatan ebeveynleriz."* *"Şşş, Dynamight!"* Izuku ateş etti. **Pop!** Kırmızı balon. **Pop!** Sarı. **Pop!** Mavi—tam ortada. Shoto ellerini havaya kaldırdı. *"Ba!!"* (Çeviri: *"Bravo!"*) Görevli güldü. *"Tebrikler! Ejderhanız sizi bekliyor!"* Izuku zaferle döndü, tatlı, düğme gözlü **parıldayan zümrüt ejderha peluşunu** tutuyordu. *"Sana söylemiştim!"* Katsuki sırıttı. Shoto yeni peluşu **ölümcül bir şekilde kavrarken** ağzı açık kaldı, sanki bırakırsa büyü bozulacakmış gibi. *"Sanırım seninkini daha çok seviyor, Deku,"* diye takıldı Katsuki. Izuku'nun gözleri parladı. *"Aşk, bazen kazanmak sadece doğru oyunu seçmektir."* Ve böylece— Bebek ejderhalar taşıyan iki sevgili, Kolları peluş ve neşe dolu, Karnaval ışıklarının altında yürüdüler. Shoto, aralarına sokulmuş, Gözleri parlıyor, Ara sıra kıkırdıyor— **Dünyanın en mutlu küçük ejderhası.** Eğlence parkının merkezine yaklaştıklarında, nostaljik bir müzikle dönen parlak ışıklı bir atlıkarınca önlerinde belirdi. Her biri rengarenk yelelerle süslenmiş, altın sırıklar üzerinde beyaz atlar yükselip alçalıyordu... Işıklar göz kamaştırıcıydı. Ve melodi—geçmişten fısıldayan bir ninni gibi. Shoto'nun gözleri büyüdü. Peluş ejderhasını kavrayarak Katsuki'nin kollarında kıvrandı. Izuku hareketi fark etti. "Sanırım seçimini çoktan yaptı," dedi Katsuki'ye gülümseyerek. "Siz ikiniz devam edin, ben sadece seyredeceğim," diye cevaplıyor Katsuki hemen, ellerini kaldırıp bir adım geri çekilerek. "İki yaşında değilim. Dönmeme gerek yok." Izuku sırıtarak gözlerini kısıyor. "Neyi kaçırdığınızı bilmiyorsunuz... ama sorun değil." Shoto heyecanla öne uzanıyor, minik parmaklarıyla dönen atları işaret ediyor. Gözlerinde, ilk kez, yeni bir tür ışıltı: Merakla harmanlanmış çocuksu bir hayret. Katsuki geride kalıyor, bir elinde içinde japon balığı olan küçük, şeffaf bir çanta, diğer elindeyse dirseğinde ejderha peluşu taşıyor.Izuku, Shoto'yu kollarına alıp nazikçe bir atın üzerine oturtuyor. Bebek, Izuku'nun göğsüne sıkıca yerleşmiş, başını ona yaslıyor. Atlıkarınca dönmeye başlayınca, Shoto'nun kahkahası müziğe karışıyor. Gölgenin ışığın buluştuğu yerde duran Katsuki, anı yakalamak için telefonunu kaldırıyor. Parmakları alışılmış bir kolaylıkla odaklamayı ayarlıyor ve deklanşöre basarken gözleri bir an olsun onlardan ayrılmıyor. Fotoğrafta: Dönen bir atın üzerinde, kıvırcık saçlı bir adam gülümsüyor; kollarında küçük bir çocuk, minik ellerde peluş bir ejderha... ve başları birbirine yaslanmış. Arka planda, lunaparkın ışıkları bir peri masalı gibi titriyor. Katsuki hafifçe nefes veriyor. "Yani... düşününce, onları bu kadar mutlu eden şey sadece tahta bir at..." Gülümseyerek başını sallıyor. Ama kalbi... O iki ruhu izlerken kalbi ağır, tatlı bir ritimle atıyor. Dönerlerken, Izuku bir an ona bakıp gülümsüyor ve göz kırpıyor. Katsuki kaşlarını hafifçe kaldırıyor. Tam o anda Shoto başını kaldırıp uzaktan "Mee!!" diye bağırıyor. Sesi müziğe karışıyor ama Katsuki için binlerce tezahürattan daha değerli. Hadi ama... Böyle bir sesle sahaya çıksan, insanlar aklını kaçırır, velet."

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Izuku**, stepping off the carousel,
grins widely as he scoops **Shoto** into his arms.
The little boy’s eyes are still fixed on the swirling lights,
but the expression on his face betrays another anticipation—
as if asking,
*"What’s next?"*

Izuku gently strokes his cheeks.
*"You liked that, didn’t you? But I think it’s your dad’s turn now..."*

**Katsuki** is already waiting for them,
hands in his pockets,
a wide, open-mouthed smirk on his face.

*"My turn, Deku,"* he says playfully,
then takes Shoto from Izuku’s arms.
*"Get ready to watch me, princess."*

Shoto giggles in delight,
clutching his plushie tightly as he leans into his father.

As Katsuki secures Shoto in the baby carrier,
he adjusts the little hooded hat on his head with his free hand.

When they reach the bumper cars,
the lights shift to purple and red,
the metallic clangs of collisions echoing through the air.

Izuku hops into another car,
a challenging glint in his eyes.
*"Think you can catch me, Dynamight?"*

*"Watch and learn, Deku,"* Katsuki shoots back,
gripping the steering wheel.

Shoto’s laughter blends with the crashing sounds,
his tiny hands mimicking the steering as his father speeds toward the other cars.

Izuku laughs as he swerves away,
but Katsuki rams into his car with a sharp *thud*—
and the small arena erupts in joy.

📸 The crowd around them freezes.
No one can believe their eyes.

**Dynamight**, **Deku**,
and their baby… in bumper cars!

Phones are raised,
cameras flash.
Some record in shock,
others laugh, immortalizing the moment.

*"Is Dynamight drifting with a baby?!"*
*"DEKU’S RUNNING AWAY IN HIS CAR!"*
*"IS THAT BABY LAUGHING RIGHT NOW?!"*

Shoto, instead of screaming,
laughs with pure joy as his father sharply turns the wheel.
Every time they crash into Izuku’s car,
he leans back and throws his hands up.

Katsuki leans down to kiss his baby’s cheek,
*"See who’s the fastest dad now!"* he shouts,
hitting the gas again.

Amidst the collisions,
laughter rises.
Blurred lights, colorful spotlights, and camera flashes blend into the night.

Shoto, in the chaos, focuses on one thing:
the safety of being between his dad and papa.
No matter how much they jolt,
he stays nestled against their chests, surrounded by their laughter.

---

As the roar of the bumper cars slowly fades, laughter continues to echo under the sky. Katsuki steps out of the car with confident strides, Shoto still in his arms—tiny hands gripping an imaginary steering wheel, a smile on his face unlike any they’d seen before.

That smile—
it erased years of exhaustion, pain, hesitation in an instant.
For the first time…
his eyes shone with genuine, childlike joy.
His cheeks flushed a soft pink, his little lips curling slightly.
At that moment, warmth swelled in Katsuki and Izuku’s hearts—silent, powerful, overwhelming.

They were stunned.
Because that smile wasn’t easily won.
The childhood Shoto had locked away for so long was finally unfolding.
And then—
Shoto, shedding his shyness, gently tugged at Katsuki’s sleeve.

Izuku blinked in surprise. Katsuki glanced down; tiny fingers pointed excitedly.
There, in the crowd, a man held a cluster of vibrant balloons—stars, hearts, dragons, all gleaming like something out of a fairy tale.

But what caught their attention most were two special balloons—
custom-made for **Dynamight** and **Deku**,
green and orange, shimmering like a reflection of Shoto’s soul.

Izuku’s heart raced, a soft smile touching his lips. Katsuki bit his lip, flashing his sharp canine grin.
*"Look at you, brat,"* he murmured, *"taking your first step on your own."*

Izuku’s eyes welled up as he gazed at their baby. Shoto, under their loving stares, seemed to grow bolder.
For once, he didn’t retreat.

This time, there was no fear—
only want.
The desire to reach those balloons,
to walk forward on his own,
to belong—here, now, with them.

Katsuki chuckled, shaking his head.
*"Well… Guess we’re getting balloons, huh?"*
Izuku nodded instantly.
*"Which one do you want, sweetheart? We can get them all..."*

Shoto stayed silent for a moment,
then tugged Katsuki’s sleeve again—
hesitant yet determined.
His eyes never left the balloons.

And in that instant—
Katsuki and Izuku turned to each other.
Their eyes spoke volumes.
*"We saved him…"*
*"And we’re still raising him."*

There, under the glittering lights of the amusement park, the three of them stood.
The noise of the crowd, the flashing cameras, the stunned whispers—none of it mattered.
Because this moment—
was Katsuki’s first step as a father,
Izuku’s as a husband,
and most of all, Shoto’s first step into a hopeful new beginning.

Katsuki smirked, tilting his head.
*"Alright, pick the one you want, baby. Daddy’s got you."*
And in that grin—pride, confidence, and love burned bright.

Izuku smiled beside him, heart full.
The light in Shoto’s eyes was the end of dark days.

---

When they reached the balloon vendor, the man’s shock was immediate. **Dynamight** and **Deku**—two names at the top of the hero world—standing before him with their baby. The sight left him both awed and slightly panicked.

*"G-Good evening, sirs! How can I help you?"* he stammered.

Katsuki shrugged, smirking. *"Pick one, kid. Whatever you want."*

Izuku added gently, *"Yes, Shoto, you can choose any balloon you like."*

Shoto, wriggling excitedly, stared in wonder at the colorful display. The shimmering shapes, the floating figures—it all sparked something bright in his little heart. For the first time, he felt like he was part of something magical. His eyes widened, lips parting slightly in awe.

Then, gathering courage, he pointed—
straight at the **Dynamight** and **Deku** balloons.

Katsuki and Izuku exchanged a surprised glance. Their baby—choosing *their* hero merch?

Katsuki bit his lip, grinning. *"Heh. Guess our little princess is a fan."*

Izuku’s eyes shimmered. *"That’s so sweet, Shoto. Picking your dads’ balloons…"*

The vendor, now relaxed, handed the balloons over. Shoto clutched them tightly, looking up at his fathers with sparkling eyes.

In that moment, the flashing cameras, the murmurs of the crowd—none of it reached them.
There was only the three of them, wrapped in a bubble of love.

Izuku smiled softly. *"You got the balloons you wanted, sweetheart. Now you can enjoy them at the park."*

Katsuki smirked. *"Yeah, kid. Whatever you want, Daddy’s got it."*

Shoto, holding both balloons, squeezed their hands tightly—his little heart bursting with happiness.

---

Izuku carefully looped the balloon strings around Shoto’s tiny wrist as the boy dozed lightly in Katsuki’s arms. The bright green and orange balloons swayed gently, their reflections dancing in Shoto’s half-lidded eyes.

His shyness had melted away, replaced by quiet wonder.
His heartbeat, steady and warm, matched the rhythm of their own.

And as the three of them walked forward—
the world around them faded,
leaving only love, color, and laughter.

Katsuki**, watching his husband’s tender gesture,
felt warmth bloom in his chest—a quiet, swelling happiness.
This moment, one of their family’s small joys,
was like a spark of light in life’s chaos.

As they walked with the balloons,
the amusement park’s lights twinkled around them,
colorful music filling the air.
When they reached the towering Ferris wheel,
Shoto’s eyes widened.
The slow-spinning lights of the giant wheel
had turned the night into something magical.

Clutching Katsuki’s shoulder with tiny hands,
Shoto couldn’t hide his excitement—
his face a mix of wonder and faint nervousness.
Izuku smiled, giving him an encouraging look.

*"Beautiful, isn’t it, Shoto? Let’s have a little more fun,"*
Izuku said softly.

Katsuki smirked, adjusting his grip on their baby
as they stepped toward the Ferris wheel.

---

Inside one of the spacious gondolas,
Shoto fidgeted slightly,
his small fingers tightening around Katsuki’s.
Izuku sat beside them,
gently swaying the plush toys that had caught Shoto’s interest.
Around the baby’s wrist,
the Dynamight and Deku balloons swayed softly,
their cheerful colors brushing against his skin.

As the gondola began its slow ascent,
Shoto’s eyes grew even wider.
The city lights sprawled below,
a glittering silhouette against the horizon—
windows glowing like fireflies,
streetlamps painting the crowds in gold.
It looked like a tiny fairy tale kingdom.

At first, Shoto tensed slightly,
his eyes glued to the glass,
lips parted in innocent awe.
Then, glancing down at his plushies,
he squeezed them tightly…
before bravely looking out again.
A shy, joyful smile crept onto his face,
and he let out a quiet giggle.

Izuku, watching this tender moment,
grinned. *"See, Shoto? Isn’t it pretty up here?"*

Katsuki held their baby securely,
his smirk softening.
The balloons bobbing at Shoto’s wrist,
the plushies in his arms—
they made this moment even more special.

At the Ferris wheel’s peak,
the entire city shimmered.
Shoto’s eyes sparkled with wonder,
his tiny heart racing.
He turned his head slightly,
looking between Izuku and Katsuki,
and mumbled, *"Ba…"*
before hugging his plushies tighter.

In that moment,
all the beauty in the world seemed to orbit them—
the soft lights, the quiet city,
the warmth of their little family.
It etched itself into Shoto’s heart,
a memory he’d never forget.

---

When they stepped off the Ferris wheel,
Shoto’s eyes still glowed with quiet excitement.
Katsuki carried him securely,
while Izuku held his hand, guiding him gently.
The city’s lights dazzled around them,
the park’s energy humming in the air.

Then, a stand caught their attention—
decked in shimmering lights,
displaying rows of sparkling Disney tiaras.
Shoto’s gaze locked onto them instantly.
His tiny hands patted his plushies absently,
then reached toward the tiaras with hesitant curiosity.

Izuku and Katsuki exchanged a smile.
*"Should we surprise him?"* Izuku whispered.

Katsuki smirked. *"Obviously. Only the best for Daddy’s princess."*

Shoto, unable to hide his fascination,
pointed subtly at one of the tiaras.
His fingers twitched forward,
then pulled back shyly—
a gesture so endearing it melted Katsuki all over again.

Izuku carefully lifted the chosen tiara
and placed it atop Shoto’s head with reverence.
Small fingers brushed against the glittering crown,
wide eyes staring in amazement.
For the first time,
Shoto looked—
*regal.*

Katsuki’s voice was uncharacteristically soft.
*"Look at you. A real princess now."*

Shoto let out a tiny laugh,
hugging his plushies tighter.
Izuku and Katsuki shared a glance,
wordlessly acknowledging how precious this was.

---

Katsuki strode to the counter to pay,
the vendor smiling as she rang them up.
Shoto’s joy was immeasurable—
tiara gleaming, plushies in arm,
his wonder on full display.

Izuku and Katsuki,
standing together in the glow of the park,
exchanged a silent thought:
*"I’m glad we’re here."*

Another adventure awaited,
but for now,
the magic of the night and their family’s warmth
had already erased the day’s exhaustion.

---

Under the dark sky,
the amusement park’s lights still shone like stars.
A gentle breeze brushed the Ferris wheel’s silhouette,
the crowd’s laughter weaving through the night.
But on a quiet bench in one corner,
three figures sat, wrapped in peace.

Katsuki leaned back,
one arm draped over his knee as he scrolled through his phone.
Izuku, beside him,
was failing to stifle his giggles—
Katsuki had just shown him a photo from earlier:
Shoto, crowned with his tiara,
clutching his dragon plush and golden fish balloon,
cheeks pink, lips curled in pure contentment.
His gray-blue eyes *glowed.*
Like a child holding life’s first gift.

Between his two hero parents,
Shoto sat,
his small frame nearly buried in plushies and souvenirs.
Perched on Katsuki’s left knee,
his head resting against Izuku’s right shoulder,
the day’s excitement had finally settled
into soft drowsiness.
The selfie they’d taken together
captured Shoto’s radiant smile at the center—
an invisible bond threading through their poses,
their grins, their locked gazes.

And in that moment...

*"This is perfect,"* Izuku breathed.

*"Posting it,"* Katsuki muttered, selecting another shot.
His smirk was sharp, eyes crinkling.

Unbeknownst to each other,
they’d chosen different photos.

Izuku picked the one of Shoto—
tiara gleaming, balloons swaying,
dragon plush and golden fish hugged tight.
His caption was simple:

> *"The greatest miracle of my life. 🐉👑🐟✨"*

And he posted it.

Katsuki, meanwhile,
selected the shot of Shoto sandwiched between them,
a trio of tangled arms and quiet affection.
His caption was shorter, blunter:

> *"Family."*

The posts spread in seconds.

Within minutes,
social media exploded.

#DynamightFamily
#DekuDad
#ShotoBaby
#DragonPrinceShoto
#AmusementParkFamily
#HeroFamilyGoals

They climbed trending lists rapidly.
News outlets, influencers, hero fan pages—
everyone agreed on one thing:

*"This isn’t just heroism. This is a love story."*

One comment went viral:

*"The peace in that child’s eyes—Dynamight’s uncharacteristic softness, Deku balancing heroism and parenthood—it’s a miracle. They’re not just heroes. They’re a family."*

Izuku and Katsuki ignored their buzzing phones.
The most important thing was right in their arms.
This moment’s worth outshone any online frenzy.