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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Nest
You and Hawks plan for the future.
You knew what you were getting into when you fell for Hawks. With his schedule, it was clear that you’d be spending a lot of time on your own and would rarely get more than a few hours a week together. Still, it was a small price to pay if it meant getting to be with the man you’ve grown to love. Sure, you not exactly thrilled that your honeymoon was a three-day weekend at home when his wings were damaged, but you’re not going to waste what little time you have with him complaining.
“Hey.” His voice is rough from sleep as you hear him shuffle forward to you. You’ve got your back to him as you wash the dishes, and your heart beats a little faster when warm arms wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest. “You busy?”
You shut the water off before leaning more into his embrace, letting him walk you backwards to the couch. “Not at all. You have a nice nap?” He nods and presses his face into your neck, and you run your fingers through his messy hair. He practically coos into your touch and only squeezes you tighter. “Keigo? You okay?”
He nods and meets your eyes with a tired smile. “I’m good, just kinda been thinking about some things.” Your wedding ring catches his attention and he reaches for your hand. “I get that it’s only been a couple weeks, but I’m pretty sure this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”
Your heart melts and you cuddle closer to him on the couch. “Me too. I wish we got more time together, but every minute like this makes it all worth it.” He hums happily, and you wonder if that’s all he wanted to say. It’s no secret that he’s always starved for affection, and you’ve got more than enough to sustain him. His wings fold in around you, wrapping the two of you in a little world of your own. You snuggle on the couch together for a few more minutes before you decide it’s time to finish the dishes and begin to stand.
You’re not expecting his next move as he reaches for you again. “I wanna have a baby,” he blurts out with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer crashing through a wall. 
You’re caught offguard. “You what?”
Keigo grabs for your hand and links his fingers with yours. “Uh…that was kinda sudden,” he laughs awkwardly. “We did talk about having kids someday,” he points out.
“Well, yeah, but when we said someday I didn’t think you meant this month!” 
He winces but tries harder to explain himself. “I really didn’t either, at first. I’ve never really had anyone of my own until you, though, and I love what we have together.” You nod but don’t interrupt him. “And adding a kid to the mix, some little chick that’s the best of you and me combined for us to take care of and love, don’t you think that’d be amazing?”
Now that the initial shock has worn off, you have to admit you’re not entirely opposed to the idea. “It would, I think.” You see the emotion in his eyes and it dawns on you. “You never had that growing up, did you?” Hawks shakes his head, and your chest aches with the thought that anyone could have denied him so much. You squeeze his hand back just as hard. “Oh, babe. You’re gonna be a great dad, but are you sure we’re ready to fill up a nest? You’re already stretching yourself so thin with everything,” you point out.
“I’ll get more time off,” he insists. “The top ten don’t get much in the way of parental leave, but I’ll find a way to swing it. I can trust the sidekicks to take on more of the work, they’ve been complaining about not having enough to do for awhile now. And there are so many other heroes who owe me favors, I bet I can cash some of those in for an extra night off every week. I’ll make it work,” he promises, already pulling out his phone. “If Endeavor could manage to raise four kids while he was in my position, I’ll figure out a way to handle one.”
You sigh and give his hand a reassuring squeeze of your own. “I know you will, and I want that with you. Just give me some time to think about how soon I want it, okay?” He swallows hard and nods, flashing you a smile that always makes you fall in love all over again.
He doesn’t bring it up again, there’s no reason to dwell on it when you both know it’s a conversation you won’t forget. Still, you can’t help noticing his eyes seem to wander towards your middle more than usual and how he’s even more eager to wrap his arms and wings around you every chance he gets. You know how important this is, but you surprise even yourself how quickly you reach a decision.
There’s a ball of nerves in your stomach knowing exactly what you’re agreeing to, but it’s tempered by a swell of excitement you weren’t expecting. Hawks has always been known as a man too fast for his own good, and you shouldn’t have expected anything different once you got married. “Okay, I’ve thought about it enough,” you announce one night while he relaxes after work and he looks back up at you with wide eyes. “Keigo, let’s have a baby.” You both smile at each other while the words sink in, and then he’s leaping off the couch and pulling you into a hug that squashes the air from your lungs.
“You’re sure? We really don’t have to jump into it if you want more time,” he insists, but you’ve already made up your mind. “That’s so great,” he gushes and cups your cheek to pull you in for a long kiss. “Y’know, it’s probably gonna take a couple tries. We better go ahead and get started now, mama bird.”
You cackle with laugher as you’re scooped up in a flurry of feathers without another word. You don’t think the smirk on his face has ever been bigger as he brings you down the hallway, nearly knocking the door off its hinges in his haste to give you a full nest.
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bakugotrashpanda · 3 years
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This started as a joke with the name, but here's all my 'Dad' works in one place.
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Updated: 12/10/2021
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Ghost Word Count: 2232 Weird things start happening around the house…
My Hero Word Count: 1000 Aizawa/Hizashi & Daughter!Reader It’s your wedding day and so far, it seems like everything that could go wrong has.
Exhausted Word Count: ~450 Aizawa returns from a festival with Eri.
No Sitter Word Count: 939 The sitter cancels and you and Aizawa have to adjust plans
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Longing 15 Chapters, Complete Being a single dad and a pro hero isn’t easy, but Bakugou manages. What he doesn’t have time for is dealing with you, his daughter’s teacher.
Hallmark Word Count: 4048 All your daughters want for Christmas is their father.
One Last Vacation Word Count: 2473 One last get away before the baby comes
Expecting Word Count: ~2k Pregnancy? It’s more likely than you think.
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A Burnt Rose 11 Chapters, Complete You and Touya parted on bad terms. Six years later, he spots you visiting his father, a red-headed kid in tow. He’s determined to find out what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone.
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Baby please come home, Iida Word Count: 958 Iida dresses up as Santa !!Child loss mention
Joy Word Count: 100 Part of my 100 word, Winter Weekend Drabbles
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Kaminari as a single dad (HC) Word Count: 308
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Kirishima as a single dad (HC) Word Count: 419
Awestruck Word Count: 751 Kirishima’s son asks about some scars.
Loss, Angst, Child Loss Word Count: 1486 You met at a bar one evening, and now your lives are intertwined forever, right? !!Child Loss
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kilgamayan · 6 years
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Concept: Boku no Hero Dadcademia
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Sweet Dreams
Aizawa takes to parenthood surprisingly well.
It’s okay for spouses to keep a few innocent secrets from each other. Your husband’s never confessed how many hours he’s spent at the local cat cafes over the years, and you’ve never thought to ask. On your end, you’d never admit that you may have had a few early concerns about Shouta becoming a father, and you’re definitely not going to mention them at this point.
Your greatest worry, that he’d be too exhausted from work to raise a newborn, couldn’t have been more wrong. You’re surprised he’s been able to put such a hard limit on both his teaching duties and hero work; the other faculty have stepped in to help with his lessons, and nothing short of a true unavoidable villain emergency can summon him to the streets while he’s on leave. For the first time since you met, his schedule is almost completely clear to rest and prioritize his personal life instead of the entire country. Besides his regular training with Shinso and caring for Eri, which neither of you has ever considered real work, Aizawa is free to spend all the time he wants with your new daughter.
It’s a welcome relief that Yume is a dream baby to care for. It’s clear she takes after her father; you think your little girl would happily sleep the entire day away if you didn’t keep rudely waking her to eat every few hours. You’d been more than a little worried about her sleeping habits in the first few weeks, but her pediatrician’s declared her to be a perfectly healthy newborn who just wants some extra nap time. It doesn’t take long to establish a perfect system; no matter how grumpy she is at being woken up for a meal, the moment you pass her to Shouta it’s like flipping a magic switch. She stares up at him with sleepy eyes and, as if it’s an extremely niche second quirk he’s been hiding his whole life, almost immediately yawns and drifts back off. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous.
You treat yourself to a long shower this afternoon and relax under the steam until the hot water runs out. You stop to pull a bottle out of the fridge and warm it up before wandering back into your bedroom and smile at what you find. Shouta’s asleep in your bed with Yume cuddled into his chest, one strong hand splayed across her tiny back to keep her steady. You fish your phone out of your robe pocket as quietly as you can and take a few quick pictures, but your hero has razor-sharp instincts and notices immediately.
“You know unauthorized photography is a crime,” he yawns, and you sigh dramatically.
“Oh no, Eraserhead’s caught me. I’m a repeat offender, I guess you’re gonna have to haul me off to jail,” you plead in mock-distress until you’re overcome with laughter. “She’s due for a meal, can you feed her?” He nods, with a bit of effort manages to sit up and shift the baby into the crook of his arm without disturbing her. He takes the bottle in his free hand and taps your daughter’s cheek with it while you step over to change your clothes.
“Nap’s over, kitty.” You can’t help but smile at the nickname he’s given her. It came so naturally that you’re not even sure he’s aware that he calls her that, but it warms your heart every time you hear how gently he says it to her. From the corner of your eye you watch him tap her cheek with the tip of the bottle until she lets out the tiniest whine and opens her mouth for it. Her eyes slip closed again after a minute, and you realize she’s fallen back asleep as she drinks comfortably in her father’s arms.
“You’re just showing off now,” you pout, dropping your robe on the floor and reaching for your fresh clothes.
He shakes his head, smiling faintly at Yume. “I’m not showing off, we just have a lot in common.” He looks over to catch sight of you changing and gives you a low, teasing whistle of appreciation. You roll your eyes, but his attention still sends a flicker of butterflies to your stomach after all this time.
“My eyes are up here, Eraser.” You can’t pretend to actually be annoyed when the three of you are in the middle of such a nice moment and instead climb into bed next to them. You stroke Yume’s dark hair and she gives you a little coo as the empty bottle slips out of her mouth. “She really is amazing,” you murmur, reaching over to take her from Aizawa and leaning her against your shoulder to burp. “I was expecting her to be way more work.”
He flops back down onto his pillow. “It’s almost suspicious,” he agrees. “You think she just wants us to let our guard down before she turns into a screaming monster?”
Satisfied that she’s taken care of, you lay her down between the two of you and stare down at them. “She’d be the worst villain in history, don’t even joke about that!” Shouta looks back at you with a wide grin, and you wonder if there’s ever been a time in his life when he’s been so openly happy. You stroke your baby’s face and she barely stirs. “Hey kiddo, you think you might wanna wake up when Eri’s done with her classes for the day? You know how much your big sis loves playing with you.” There’s the slightest lift of an eyelid in response, and you take that as a yes.
“Hey, Shouta? I think we got really lucky with our family.”
He’s already halfway back asleep himself and lets out a tired yawn before he answers you. “Me too, kitten. Can you get the light?” You drag yourself off the bed long enough to hit the switch before returning to lay down with them. You’ve earned a bit of a nap yourself, and you’ll need all the energy you can get if Yume really is a little monster in disguise.
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Sunrise
Tamaki lovers come get your dinner
What were you ever worried about?
It was only an hour ago that you were panicking in your hospital bed, but now that feels like an entirely different version of yourself. You can barely even remember the pain of your contractions or the agonizing waiting game you were playing all night. None of that matters anymore, not when you’re staring down at the face of your new baby in your arms.
You glance at Tamaki, who’s been glued to your side for every second in the delivery room. He’s gazing at his child with a look of pure wide-eyed amazement as if he’s not entirely sure this is all real. “Hey, you okay?”
He nods slowly and moves to sit on the edge of your bed. “Yeah. It’s just hard to believe he’s here, after everything.” He reaches over to run a finger along the baby’s cheek, and the little boy squirms faintly at the contact. “You were great. Is it weird to be proud of you for having a baby?”
You can’t help but laugh, even as exhaustion creeps into every bone of your body. “No, I’m pretty proud of both of us for getting through it. I was a little worried you were gonna faint when you looked down there.”
“I almost did! There was just a whole head sticking out of you!” You don’t know if Tamaki’s ever smiled that wide before. “I’m glad I watched him come out, but I never want to see that again.”
You can agree to that. “Don’t worry, I think we’ll have plenty of time before we think about another one.” The two of you fall into a happy silence, both of you enamored with every tiny feature of your son’s existence. He’s completely bald, so his hair color will remain a mystery for the moment, but those pointed ears are adorable and unmistakable. You were already made aware that your newborn would look like a weird little alien, but you didn’t expect he’d still be this cute.
“We’re really parents now,” Tamaki murmurs, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or thinking out loud. You look at him curiously, and it warms your heart that he’s still grinning at the idea. “This is gonna be so amazing.” Your baby yawns, and you pass him over to his father to rest your tired arms. “I thought I’d be freaking out about everything, but it doesn’t seem scary. It all kind of just feels…right, I guess. Does that make sense?”
“I think it does, but I’m pretty zoned out between the pain meds and the whole labor thing.” You play with one of your baby’s hands. “What about you? What do you think, Yuto?” Both of you pause. You’d picked out the name weeks ago and it seemed perfect at the time. Looking at your son now, though, something about it just doesn’t seem to fit. “Hey, Tamaki?”
“Yeah?”
You squint your tired eyes to take a closer look at the baby. “I don’t think that’s his name.”
He runs a hand through his messy hair and gives a small nod. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because you loved it so much before. What should we call him, then?”
You were planning on getting a nice nap in after the birth. Instead, you find yourself in an endless marathon of announcing a name only to discard it immediately. None of them seem to be a match for him no matter how many you try. It’ll be hilarious later that this is your first major stumble as parents, but neither of you are laughing. You’re both on the verge of tears, actually. 
“Akira?”
“Riku?”
“Daiki?”
You’re rapidly approaching the point where you settle on Fatgum Jr just to move on and call it a day when your husband makes one more suggestion. “Taiyo?” As if answering, your son stretches one tiny hand up and shifts in his arms.
“Taiyo,” you repeat, and something finally clicks into place. The two of you look at each other and break out into matching smiles. “You’re really incredible, Taiyo. Did you know that?”
Tamaki’s forehead bumps affectionately against yours. “He gets it from you.”
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Useful
Dad Mirio continues to live rent-free in my head 24/7
Sometimes you wonder if your husband is even human. It’s been almost two weeks since you gave birth, and Mirio’s barely let you lift a finger since you went into labor. He’s handled every diaper change, every late night feeding, and every chore around the house before you can even begin to sit up. He’s always had a ridiculous amount of energy, but it’s starting to border on manic at this point. You don’t know when he’s had the chance to sleep, it feels like he’s always ready to jump up in a rush to do anything he can for you.
You know most people would be thrilled to have a partner ready and waiting to serve their every need, but it’s getting a little overwhelming every time he gently shoos you away when you try to help wash dishes or fold the laundry. It’s not how he normally acts, and you decide to get to the bottom of this mystery sooner rather than later.
It’s nearly three in the morning when you hear Tomo crying from his crib at the end of your bed and Mirio’s instantly hopping up to fetch a bottle. “You go back to sleep, I got it,” he announces brightly, and you reach out to grab his arm before he leaves.
“No, let me get this one. I’m the one with the boobs,” you point out and he lets out a cheerful little laugh.
“You sure? I don’t mind-”
You use his stronger body for leverage to pull yourself up and then push him back down to the mattress. “Mirio, get some sleep. I can handle our kid for a whole twenty minutes, I swear.” He looks up at you for a second before his warm smile spreads across his face and he gives you an encouraging thumbs up. Picking your son up is the most exercise you’ve had in weeks, and you appreciate the familiar stretch from using your muscles as you carry the fussy baby out of the bedroom. Once settled on the couch, Tomo’s immediately placated when he latches onto your breast for a well-earned snack.
“Hey little guy, how’s it going?” He blinks up at you lazily, soothed by the sound of your voice and heartbeat beside him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into Daddy right now, I promise he’s not usually this weird.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the first time you’d sparred with him in class and accidentally punched him in the crotch when he’d phased out of his clothes. “Alright, not this kind of weird.” You look down at those eyes you’ve been in love with since high school and sigh happily. Those Togata genes are just too strong, it would have been way more of a surprise if your child didn’t look so much like Mirio. You hum quietly as he drinks his fill, and it’s not long before he falls asleep cradled in your arms. Satisfied with a job well done, you sneak into the bedroom and carefully deposit him back into his crib with no complaints.
Mirio’s breathing evenly, but you can tell he’s still awake. “You did great, babe. He loves you so much.”
You cuddle against his chest and stare at him for a long moment. “Hey, Mirio? Are you, y’know, okay?”
His smile falters for a second before he brushes it off. “Yeah. Better than okay, I’m great!” You don’t respond and he glances away. “Why? What’s up?”
“You’ve just been, I don’t know, super restless since we came home. And it’s not like I don’t appreciate everything you’re doing, you’re amazing, but it feels like you don’t want me to help at all.”
He doesn’t respond at first, and you wonder if he’s going to avoid the question entirely. Finally he runs a hand through his messy hair and gives a frustrated sigh. “It’s not that. I guess I just feel kinda guilty.” You’re confused, and he makes himself continue. “I know I sort of torpedoed your spot in the rankings and I’ve always felt bad about that,” he admits, and that point is hard to argue. Your debut wasn’t as spectacular as his, but cracking into the top 150 in your first hero ranking was still an impressive achievement. Taking a long hiatus so soon into your career kicked you off the board entirely, to the point where a lot of fans don’t even realize Lemillion’s wife is also a hero on temporary leave. You’ve never held it against him, though; it took both of you to get you pregnant. Mirio clears his throat. “Then in the hospital, when they said you had to get a c-section, it was really awful to just stand there and do nothing while you had to go through all that.”
“There was nothing for you to do,” you reason with him and ruffle his hair. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers.
“I know, but that doesn’t make it any better. I hate feeling so useless.”
It’s surprising to hear him admit that. “You’re not useless.”
“Maybe not, but it still feels that way.” His fingers wrap around yours and squeeze tightly. “You’ve done so much already, so I figured it’s only fair if I do everything for awhile while you just relax.”
You sigh and free yourself to cup his face in your hands. “Mirio, we’re in this together. You couldn’t have the baby, but you were right there the entire time taking care of me. I was only able to handle all of it because I had you with me, and you know that’s not nothing.” You gaze over at Tomo, still fast asleep where you left him, and turn Mirio’s head to look at him. “You were the first person he ever met, and the first thing he got to see was how much you love him. There’s no way that could ever be useless.”
Before you can say anything else, you’re smothered in a sudden bear hug that knocks all the air from your lungs. “You’re right,” he sniffles with an enormous grin. “You know I’ve always been jealous of how much smarter you are.” With this weight lifted from his shoulders, it doesn’t take long for Mirio to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Your only regret is that you’re wrapped too tightly in his arms to escape to the bathroom for the next several hours.
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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A New Hope
In this house we love and cherish the thought of Dad Might
“Toshi? Can we talk for a second?” Your husband looks up from the email he’s writing and gives you a warm smile. He’s still heavily bandaged up from his final fight against All for One and by all means should be getting more rest, but you’re not surprised that he refuses to stop working. You navigate around the moving boxes waiting to be unpacked and curl up next to him. He closes his laptop and leans back to drape an arm across the couch then winces slightly at the movement of his injuries and settles for resting his hands in his lap. “Hey, take it easy,” you scold gently.
“If I take it any easier I’ll be asleep,” he counters with a small laugh. “Something on your mind?”
You nod and look down at the mug of tea you made while you figure out how to start this conversation. “I know it’s been a long time since we’ve talked about it, but I’ve been doing some thinking lately.” He’s staring at you with interest, and you take a deep breath. “Now that you’re retired from hero work, and we know that the future is in great hands with Midoriya and the others…well, I’m wondering how you might feel about kids?”
Toshinori’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline in surprise. He opens his mouth only to immediately begin a fit of coughing, and it’s a relief to see there’s no blood on his hand from it. “That’s a bit of a minefield to drop out of nowhere, isn’t it?” You reach over to rub his back until the coughing subsides and offer him a sip of your tea, and he drains half the cup before he speaks again. “I think we missed our chance on that,” he lets out a wistful sigh. “I’m sorry. If I’d managed to finish All for One the first time, years ago, things could have been different.” Your stomach drops, this isn’t how you wanted this conversation to go at all.
“Toshi, no. That’s not why I’ve been thinking about it. We still have chances,” you insist and squeeze his hand, minding his injuries.
He squeezes yours back. “That’s true, we can look into adoption. I’d love to raise a family with you, but considering everything…” he trails off with a glance down at his body, raising his arms to highlight all the bandages wrapped around them. “I’m not sure how much good I’d be at it.”
You really need to get this discussion back on track before you start crying. You know his medical issues better than anyone, you’re certainly aware what kind of challenges are in your future. Still, this is a dream you thought you’d given up long ago, and now that it’s within your grasp you can’t deny how much you want it.
“I’d love it if we adopted kids,” you say through the lump of emotions in your throat. “But I think we’ll need to wait a little while on that, since we’ll be so busy for the next couple months.” He stares at you with confusion, and you give him a nervous smile of your own. “I’ve been feeling kind of off lately, so I made an appointment with my doctor and, well, you’re never gonna guess what she said.”
“Honey? Is everything alright?”
It’s time to rip the bandaid off. “Better than alright, I think. Toshi, I’m pregnant.”
You could probably throw a brick at his face and he’d be less stunned. All Might, the world’s greatest hero, sits in complete silence for several long seconds, blinking slowly as he digests this information. “You’re pregnant?” His voice is faint.
“I’m pregnant,” you confirm. “Only about a month, so it must have happened right before everything with the summer camp.” He’s still gawking at you with wide eyes and you clear your throat. “Any thoughts about that?”
He lets out a shaky breath as a familiar grin slowly spreads across his face. “You’re pregnant,” he repeats, and you swear there are tears in his eyes. He leans over and rests a hand on your stomach. Of course there’s nothing new to feel, but you can tell he’s overwhelmed just at the thought of it. “I never expected that we’d get this chance,” he admits, voice thick with emotion. “Are you alright? Can I do anything for you?”
You shake your head, your own smile growing as he pulls you into the strongest hug he can with his injuries. “Just take care of yourself. I’m gonna need you in top shape, hero.”
“Of course, whatever you want. This is incredible news,” he gushes through teary eyes. “Our baby’s going to grow up with so many amazing people around them. Especially their mother.”
You stretch upwards to give your husband a kiss. “Father, too. Having the Symbol of Peace as a dad has got to be some ultimate bragging right on the playground.” A thought occurs to you, and you smirk at your husband. “Is it too early to make bets on who their favorite hero will be?”
As their teacher, he’s not supposed to play favorites so blatantly. When you try to call dibs on Deku and the yet-unnamed Bakugo, however, the heartfelt laugh he lets out tells you exactly who he expects will be the most impressive.
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Double the Fun
Fatgum is best dad don’t @ me.
Being pregnant sucks, you’ve come to realize. You’re only eight weeks along and already you’re ready for this to be over. You’re constantly nauseous. Your clothes are uncomfortably tight around your middle. You’re sore and tender in so many places you can’t imagine how you’ll survive nine whole months of this.
You wanted this, you remind yourself as Taishiro helps you get comfortable in the exam room. There’s nothing in the world you wanted more than to start a family with him a few months ago, and he’d been so happy he’d cried when that pregnancy test came back positive. Now you’re waiting to get your first ultrasound and seriously wondering if you should have just gotten a puppy instead.
“Toyomitsu,” the doctor is annoyingly cheerful when he greets you and begins checking your blood pressure. “How have things been going lately?”
“Uggggghhhhhhh,” you whine dramatically, flopping back against the padded headrest.
Fatgum takes over for you. “It’s been awful, doc. She’s eating like she’s tryin’ to dethrone me in a contest but just throws it all up later. Is that normal?”
“Increased appetite and frequent nausea are to be expected, it’s nothing to be concerned about.”
“Okay but it’s feeling a little excessive now,” you argue. “And I’ve gained ten pounds already, isn’t that kind of a lot?” You watch the older man scratch out a few notes on your file, nodding slowly.
“I have some ideas, but I’d like to get a look at the ultrasound first if you don’t mind.”
You’re a little comforted that he doesn’t look worried, and you’ve been eagerly anticipating this visit for weeks. “Yeah, that’s fine.” A few minutes later there’s a cold gel slathered all over your middle and the magic wand running along your stomach. “You’ll tell us if you see anything weird, right?” The doctor nods and taps a few buttons. Beside you, you hear Taishiro’s breathing stop as the image comes into view and you get your first look at your child. There’s not much to see yet, at this point it’s more of a vague blob than anything actually human-shaped, but that’s not the point. “Oh my god,” you say quietly. Suddenly all the discomfort you’ve been feeling vanishes as you stare at the screen. “Tai, look. That’s our baby.”
“Hey kiddo, you’re doing a great job in there,” he gushes, your hand wrapped snugly in his giant fingers.
“Everything looks perfectly fine,” the doctor assures you. “Now if you’d like to see something interesting…” he shifts the wand slightly and you notice something else in your belly. “It looks like my suspicions were correct.”
“What is that?” You squint and lean forward as best you can, trying to get a better idea of what you’re working with. “Is that bad?”
The older man laughs. “Far from it. That’s a roommate.”
“A…roommate?” You’re confused for a moment, but Taishiro puts the pieces together immediately.
“Cupcake, that’s another baby! We’re having twins!”
Your eyes go wide and you stare from your husband to the doctor in surprise. “Twins? Really?”
He smiles. “Yes, that would explain the increased side effects you’ve been feeling. More babies mean more work for your body, unfortunately.”
You watch them wordlessly, your eyes darting between one little blob to the other as your doctor drones about something you can’t waste any attention on. Fatgum’s hand stays firmly around yours, equally focused on his children on the screen. “I can’t believe it, sugar. We’re getting two for the price of one.”
You nod distractedly, too overwhelmed with the surprise to consider anything else. “And they’re both okay in there? I’m doing this right?”
“Yes, they’re both looking perfectly healthy. We always recommend more appointments when there’s multiple births involved, but there’s no reason to assume you’ll have anything but a standard, uncomplicated pregnancy.” It’s hard to tear your attention away from your babies, but you force yourself to focus. “Make sure you’re eating a healthy diet with plenty of fruits and vegetables, and don’t overdue it on physical activity.”
Thirty minutes later, you’re fully dressed and checked out with the receptionist, your next visit scheduled and a new library of information to read. Your husband’s been stuck to your side the entire time, practically radiating with excitement. “Twins, honeybun. It’s gonna be amazing.”
“I know, right?” You sound breathless, you’re still too awestruck to calm down. You wrap your arms as best you can around your mountain of a husband and find yourself lifted off the ground as he returns your hug. In this position, it’s obvious when your stomach rumbles and both of you laugh. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
He grins, eyes crinkling with happiness. “Takoyaki it is.”
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Good Morning
Ingenium remains #1 on the list of characters who deserve more screentime.
You’ve never been a morning person, but this is ridiculous. For weeks now, you’ve woken up every day feeling nauseous beyond belief. Every meal has become a 50/50 chance of your stomach rebelling and sending you running for the nearest bathroom and you’re rapidly getting tired of it. You knew pregnancy wasn’t going to be easy, but you assumed you’d get to enjoy at least a little bit of those wacky cravings instead of gagging at the sight of most normal foods.
You stagger out of bed this morning, just like every other morning this week, into the kitchen and drop heavily into a chair at the table. Tensei’s been awake for awhile; coffee is just the latest item on the list of smells that make you queasy, and he’s been great about drinking it as far away from you as possible. “Hey,” he smiles over at you from his place at the stove and you groan back weakly. “You having another rough morning?”
You give a dismissive shrug. “I still feel like garbage, but it’s better than yesterday.”
He nods and reaches for a pan. “At least that’s something. Think you can handle some breakfast?” You weren’t hungry a minute ago, but your stomach rumbles at the suggestion and he laughs. “I take it you want your usual?”
Your usual at this point is just plain eggs with no seasoning. There aren’t many foods you’re able to reliably keep down when you wake up, but a boring plate of eggs is certainly the most convenient. You’re not unreasonable enough to demand freshly grilled salmon every morning, and you’d just feel bad sending him out for those chocolate-stuffed croissants from the cafe a few blocks away that always has a line out the door in the mornings. You’re more than happy enough with your bland scramble made with love by your adoring husband.
Or at least you would be, if your stomach didn’t choose today to betray you yet again. One moment you’re sitting peacefully at the table watching Tensei stir a spatula around the pan, and the next moment you catch the scent of the frying eggs and have to actively fight your gag reflex. Without a word you lurch out of your chair and rush for the bathroom, illness rising higher in your throat with every second. “This sucks,” you wail to him across the house between heaves; you know he’s busy with the fire hazard on the stove and only vaguely hear him yell back a sympathetic response.
After twenty minutes you pry yourself away from the anchor that is your toilet, gargle half a bottle of mouthwash, and then collapse back into your bed. Tensei reappears soon enough with a tray for you, only toast and ginger ale, and you sulk as you pick at your new breakfast while he rubs your back soothingly. “I wish I could do something to help.”
You relax into his touch and sigh. “I wish there was anything you could do. The doctor said it should pass in a couple more weeks and we’ve just got to wait it out.”
He runs a hand through your disheveled hair. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job handling this. I know it can’t be easy.”
You smile faintly and cuddle closer against him. “Oh no, it’s awful. But I’ve got the best hero in the world giving me plenty of support.”
“Best hero, huh?” His grin matches your own, and you can feel his stubble when he leans over to kiss your cheek. “If you’re already that impressed, I guess I didn’t need to call the cafe and order some of those croissants.”
You force yourself to swallow the bite of toast you just put in your mouth. “Hey now, I didn’t say that.”
You’ve always loved his laugh. “Think you can wait about thirty minutes for them?”
“That’s a big ask,” you tease and take a small sip of your ginger ale. You know it’s supposed to help with nausea, but you drink so much of it you’re starting to hate the taste. “I’m guessing your brother wouldn’t be willing to speedrun them over, huh?”
Tensei’s eyes crinkle with happiness at your joke, “You know that sense of humor is just one of the many reasons I married you.”
“Oh really? You know we’ve got thirty minutes, we’ve got time for you to tell me all the other reasons.”
You’ll be the first to admit that this morning didn’t exactly get off to a great start. Now though, as you curl up in your husband’s arms with his pipes positioned safely out of your way, your mood’s improved significantly. There’s a cool breeze coming in from the window with the morning sunshine, and you get the feeling you’ll doze off before the food arrives. You don’t mind that idea, you know your precious croissants will be waiting for you when you wake up.
You let out a yawn and blink up at him. “Love you, Ten.”
“I love you too. Go ahead and get some rest, you two need it.” His voice is soft, and the last thought you have before you fall back asleep is that no one else in the world could ever make you this happy.
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heroloverangel · 10 months
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Silence is Golden
The Loudest Dad is here.
Well, this could have gone better.
Of course you’re a little nervous when your contractions start and you begin what turns out to be a grueling twelve-hour wait, but the pro hero is somehow even more on edge than you are. You watch him run around your home for the first few hours doing any random chores he can think of to keep himself busy. You’re not complaining; you don’t remember the last time the kitchen and bathroom looked so clean. He spends the entire drive to the hospital tapping impatiently at the steering wheel and humming loudly along to the music he keeps changing. Once settled into your room, he switches endlessly between pacing around and sitting beside you, jiggling his leg nonstop. For a pro hero whose career involves tangling with villains and criminals, it’s funny to see Present Mic so antsy about something so normal.
“You okay there, big guy?” He nearly jumps out of his seat when you tap his shoulder and you hide your laugh. “Y’know I’m pretty sure I’m the one with the harder job on this.”
He runs a hand through his long hair before giving you a small smile. “Yeah, I know. Guess I’m just a little impatient to meet this kid.”
You raise an eyebrow toward his still-jiggling leg. “A little, you say?”
Hizashi lets out a sheepish laugh and makes an effort to stop his fidgeting. “Okay, maybe a lot impatient. Can you really blame me?”
You shake your head and lean over to give him a kiss. “No, it’s actually pretty cute.” It’s so easy for the two of you to slip into your natural state of teasing and cracking jokes together, you don’t notice the time passing. It’s almost a surprise when a nurse checks your status and announces that you’re finally ready to deliver, and you can’t stop the inkling of nerves suddenly blooming in your stomach. As if he can sense it, your husband’s stronger hand wraps around yours to give you a reassuring squeeze, and you feel yourself relax a bit. “We can do this,” you remind yourself out loud.
“Damn right we can,” he agrees. “People have been having babies for thousands of years, how hard can it be? Hell, squirrels can figure this whole baby thing out and I’m pretty sure we’re beating them in the brain department. You’re gonna do great.” His reasoning is so stupid it’s brilliant, and you two share one last smile together before the action starts.
“And no baby muzzle?”
He nods in agreement. “No baby muzzle.”
The birth itself is perfectly fine. Your epidural has taken full effect by then, rewarding you with minimal pain for an otherwise unpleasant experience. Your lower body still feels like lead and you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so tired by the end of it, but it’s a small price to pay for what you’re getting in return. Yamada barely blinks the entire time, narrating the scene in front of him for your amusement with all his usual, obnoxious enthusiasm. If he notices that he’s annoying the doctor and nurse tending to his wife and child, he clearly doesn’t care.
Eventually your daughter emerges, with Hizashi’s description of “super gross, she’s beautiful” blurted out in a surprisingly gentle whisper. You watch the nurse step away to clean and examine the baby and you take a moment to relax back against the bed. You smile wearily at your husband and he peppers kisses all over your face, both of you deliriously happy in the moment and ready to meet your girl.
After an agonizing wait of only a few minutes she’s deposited into your arms and you can’t take your eyes off of her. “Hi there, sweetheart. Mama’s so glad to–”
The rest of your words are drowned out by your newborn’s first cry, a single inhuman wail that makes your brain rattle inside your skull and leaves your ears ringing painfully. You’re suddenly reconsidering that baby muzzle. A glance around the room tells you everyone else is feeling similar effects, their voices muffled deep beneath the loud ring.
All except Hizashi, who seems to have some form of natural immunity thanks to his own quirk. You see his lips moving but barely hear a sound from him and you can only shake your head. He quickly taps at his phone and holds up the message to you. “R U OK???”
“No I’m not okay! I can’t hear!” You stare up at him in horror. “It’s not permanent, right?” He shakes his head and gives you a thumbs up that does nothing to quell your fears. 
“Probs not maybe just 2-3 days?” He taps another sentence. “Shoulda brought earplugs i guess.”
You roll your eyes and look back down at your baby, who has no idea what just happened. “It’s alright! Mama’s not mad at you!” She squirms uncomfortably in your arms, you have no idea how loud your voice is until he motions for you to lower your volume. “Sorry, kiddo. We’ll figure it out.”
By some miracle, Sozoshi has no more harmful outbursts before you’re released from the hospital, much to the entire floor’s relief. It takes three full days, but your hearing gradually returns just as you’re settling back into your own bed and you find yourself tearing up with happiness the first time you’re able to hear her natural voice. There’s a generous supply of noise-canceling pacifiers within arm’s reach in every room of the house, but at the moment neither of you could imagine a time you’d want to keep her quiet.
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heroloverangel · 9 months
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Pick Up The Pieces
Endeavor x The Consequences of His Actions is my OTP
“My name is Toya Todoroki.”
You’re in a medical tent near the woods outside the Gunga operation when Dabi’s broadcast starts. Your injuries are minor, you’d only come to drop off another hero who wasn’t so lucky and are about to run back into the fight when your phone goes off with a special message. Like everyone else you watch in shock as the villain explains his tragic beginning and the man he blames for it, but of course you have more reason than most to be horrified by this reveal. You want to believe your daughter’s origin is still a closely-guarded secret, but it wouldn’t take much digging to discover it if someone were motivated. All you can do is stand there and pray someone will cut the feed before he can drag your family into the mess, and for a moment you dare to hope when it seems like his story is winding down.
“Oh, and how could I forget the cherry on top? After everything, the old man never learned his lesson.” Dabi holds up a picture and your heart stops. “This is Hikari, his newest kid. Her mom’s another hero named Barricade. Wonder if she would have gone through with it if she knew what happened to his firstborn.” Every face in the tent turns to silently gawk at you, you’re going to be sick.
“I…have to go,” you announce to no one in particular. Someone finally calls your name but you ignore it as you sprint into the forest with a knot of cold dread in your stomach.
You have enough sense to immediately shut down all your social media and then disappear for a bit. You’re a minor enough hero that the scandal would have blown over soon enough if not for everything else involving Endeavor. It takes three days and a lot of effort on your part before you work up the nerve to sneak into the hospital, but it’s worth the trouble. You visit your friends first, who are all happy you’ve come to wish them well but pointedly avoid looking you in the eye or acknowledging the infant on your hip. It’s one uncomfortable meeting after another, but you power through them. Your status as a hero allows you to stay past normal visiting hours, so you hang back until you’re sure a certain family of civilians have gone home. You don’t bother knocking before you open the door, your heart lodged firmly in your throat.
“Hey, Todoroki.”
You think he might be asleep until he slowly turns to look at you. “I didn’t expect you to come.” His voice is rough. Hikari’s slept through most of the day but immediately perks up when she hears her father’s voice. She reaches for him with a little whine but you glance nervously at the IV and face mask he’s wearing. “It’s fine, really,” he insists, and you cross the room to carefully pass her to him. “I’m glad to see you,” he murmurs to her and her toothless smile is so innocent it sends a real, physical pain to your chest.
Neither of you speak for a long moment. “Enji, what the fuck,” you finally blurt out. “I knew there was something bad with your kids, but I never thought…” your voice cracks. “You destroyed your son and then he came back to destroy everything! I don’t even know how to process that, but now he’s dragged her into this.” 
“If I’d thought for even a moment he was still alive, I would have found him,” he muses weakly. He’s not defending himself, it’s nothing but wishful thinking from a broken man. It sounds like Endeavor, the strongest hero in the country, is on the verge of tears and it leaves a sick feeling in your stomach. “I would have saved him.”
You shake your head. “I don’t think you could. Maybe someone else, but not you.”
The two of you fall into an extremely uncomfortable silence while you watch Hikari play with the toy she brought along, a little stuffed gorilla he’d given her a few weeks ago. She smiles up at her parents and babbles out nonsense, and in your heart you know you’ll never forgive Dabi for involving her in his revenge.
“If you’d known, would we have had her?”
You shake your head. “I wouldn’t have gotten so close in the first place, she wouldn’t have existed at all.” That thought hurts more than anything else, and you take a shuddering breath. 
He lets out a deep sigh. “I appreciate that you brought her here, and I understand if you want to cut ties after tonight. I won’t fight to see her, I have no right-”
You snap. “Are you kidding me?” Your voice is shrill, it takes every ounce of self control you have to keep from screaming at him. “This is your daughter, Todoroki! It’s your job to pick up the pieces and fix this for her. You are going to clean up your mess and drag that lunatic off the streets, kicking and screaming. You are going to be involved with your kid and not screw it up this time. You are going to prove that you’re not the same dumpster fire you were back then!” You grab the collar of his shirt, pure anger written on your face as you consider whether to punch a hospitalized man. “This is your responsibility, I’m not letting you off the hook so easily. You understand that?”
He almost looks relieved at your outburst  more than anything else. “I do.”
You calm your shaky breath and release him. “Good. And don’t you dare assume you can get out of this by dying. You’re in it for the long haul.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Maybe it’s just a trick of the dim light, but you’d swear there’s the slightest ghost of a smile on his face. “I’ll make sure to call you once there’s a plan in place for our next move,” he promises, and you look forward to it. You stay until Hikari tires herself out and falls asleep on his chest, and you move carefully to take her back.
He offers you the stuffed gorilla when you prepare to leave, but you shake your head. “It’s her favorite. I think she’d want it to stay with you.” You give him a sharp glare, you’re not going to coddle him because of his injuries. “Get out of here soon so she can have it back.”
“Thank you,” he calls out softly as you shut the door to his room behind you. You’re not looking forward to what lies ahead, but there’s no avoiding it. The sooner this fight comes, the sooner you can end it and make things better for the future.
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heroloverangel · 3 years
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Precipitous
You’ve had a mostly easy pregnancy, so labor should be no problem, right?
You should have expected this would happen. Aizawa’s paternity leave officially started last week, but he’s been called an hour away for an emergency that only his quirk could handle. Of course this would be the time that your daughter chooses to make her appearance. You’re sitting on the couch with a book when you feel your belly tighten painfully for the first time. “Really?” You stare down at your heavy stomach and begin the long process of standing up. “You’re doing this right now?”
You’re not worried as you send Shouta a text telling him to wrap this issue up and get home. You’ve had a mostly easy pregnancy according to your doctor. Your health has been great, nausea at a minimum, and you’re practically guaranteed a calm delivery with no surprises. You’ve heard more than enough about complications and misfortunes in other pregnancies, and you’re grateful for-
You gasp out loud at the feeling of another contraction and look at the clock. You’re supposed to have them between fifteen and twenty minutes at this stage, but it’s barely been five. You’re only slightly concerned as you dial the number for the hospital and wait on hold through two more contractions. You explain your situation to the doctor and get an answer to your question.
“Sounds like precipitous labor. You should come in now, it may only take two or three hours to deliver.” Your mouth suddenly feels dry and your heart is pounding, but you sound calm when you say goodbye. You call a ride and get yourself ready to go, cramming your phone charger and a few other last minute essentials into the bag Shouta helped you pack weeks ago. Eventually, you’ll feel guilty about your water breaking and ruining the backseat of one of UA’s cars, but you won’t remember that part for a few days.
You call your husband three times before he answers. “Where are you right now?”
“At the train station. There’s a delay, I’ll be home in about two hours.”
You do your best to hide the little whine at the back of your throat. “That’s too late. The doctor said I’m in...pedestrian labor? Predilection labor? Something like that, I don’t know.”
“Precipitous labor,” he corrects you on instinct. Of course he knows what the term is, he’s got an entire folder on his phone of pregnancy bookmarks.
“Whatever. It’s happening now, Shouta.”
There’s silence on the other end for a moment as he processes this fact. “I promise I’ll be there in an hour.”
True to his word, Shouta walks into your hospital room exactly 59 minutes later, fighting his disheveled hair into a messy bun. “Thank god, I was afraid you’d miss it.” You’ve been battling your body’s natural instincts since you got here, trying to stall for as much time as possible until he arrived. “I thought I might have to do this alone.” Even to yourself, your voice sounds shaky and nervous at the thought.
His fingers are perfectly steady as they wrap around your clammy hand and give a reassuring squeeze. “I said I’d be here,” he points out, and you know you never had a reason to doubt him. You nod, trying to stealthily wipe your damp eyes without anyone else seeing, and failing obviously. His gaze softens and his free hand pushes back a strand of hair out of your face. “It’s fine,” he murmurs. “Just focus on getting her out, you don’t have to worry about anything else.”
“About time,” your doctor grumbles from her position in front of your bed. “Looks like you’ve missed your chance for an epidural, you’ll have to do this without anesthesia.”
Immediately your hand clamps around your husband’s like a vise. “Are-” you swallow. “Are you sure?”
“You’re fully dilated. At the rate you’re going, it won’t have time to take effect.” You know it was your own stubborn demand on waiting that’s doomed you to this, but you can’t help hating every single other person in the building for your misfortune. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and do exactly as Aizawa said, devoting all your concentration on helping your daughter on her way out.
It hurts. You don’t scream, but you spend the next twenty minutes crying and snarling like a wounded animal. He stands like a statue beside you, only moving to whisper a bit of welcome encouragement in your ear or to look past your stomach to catch a glimpse of the birth. “She’s alright. You’re almost done, only a little more.” You’re too distracted by your own pain to notice that your nails are digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t even flinch. 
Finally, finally, it’s over. You know it doesn’t last that long, but it feels like an eternity on your end. Your job is finished and a nurse whisks your baby out of sight to clean and examine her. You flop back against the bed, sweaty and exhausted in a way you’ve never truly felt before. You’re only semi-aware of the doctor between your shaking legs explaining that you’ve got some minor tearing to patch up; apparently your body wasn’t quite as ready for that rapid delivery as it should have been, but you’re barely listening. It’s not until your husband releases your hand that you remember the world exists at all.
“Oh, you’re hurt. Sorry about that,” you mutter, embarrassed at yourself. He walks over to the room’s sink to wash the blood off his hand before bringing you a damp towel and cleans off the small amount on your own fingers.
He shrugs, completely indifferent to your apology. “You had a good excuse.” You can see the faint smile on his lips despite his flat tone. “It was worth it,” he adds simply and gives you a quick kiss on your temple. Shouta flexes his hand to show that most of the tiny punctures have already stopped bleeding and there’s no real harm done, but steps aside to put on a glove while the nurse walks over and deposits a perfect pink bundle in your tired arms.
“Look at you,” your voice cracks at the sight of your newborn child. A headful of wispy black hair stands out against the pale blanket and you drink in every tiny feature of her beautiful face. “Do we still like Yume, for her name?”
Shouta gently runs a finger down his daughter’s cheek and both of you watch as the little girl stirs and fights to open her eyes. She blinks for a moment before yawning and giving up, and you’re practically giddy at the resemblance to her father. In the brief second she opened them, you notice her eyes are the same familiar shade of black, and you’re sure you can predict which quirk she’ll have. He makes a noise of agreement, staring at her with unwavering interest as she falls asleep almost immediately in your arms.
You let him take her for the first time and see his warm smile grow as he holds his daughter. “It’s Yume,” he confirms and cradles her safely against his chest. “She’s here now. I’m proud of you, for everything.”
It feels silly that you might cry again. “Well, I had help. You were pretty great support.” Your lower body feels like lead but you manage to scoot over until you free up enough space in the bed next to you. “Here, sit down. It looks like she inherited a lot from you, you could probably use a nap too.”
You don’t get to hear Shouta let out a true, happy laugh very often. It’s a rare treat to hear it now, and just one more good memory of today that you can look back on later. “I think all three of us could use one,” he counters. He transfers Yume back to you and wraps a sturdy arm across your back. You rest your head against him and let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction.
“I love you, you know that?”
Aizawa grins but isn’t in the mood for teasing you. “I did, actually.” He tilts his head down and leaves a long kiss on your lips. “You know, I love you too.”
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heroloverangel · 3 years
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Favorite Person
You and Mirio break the news to someone special.
It always feels weird walking back onto UA’s campus now that you’ve graduated. Of course you visit often; Mirio adores Eri as something between a younger sister and his own daughter and you love her just as much. She’s hit a real growth spurt recently, but your husband (you have a husband, you think to yourself) still has no trouble picking her up into a warm bear hug. Your own greeting is less enthusiastic, if only for the new, noticeable swell in your middle. That’s what you came to talk to her about today.
“Mirio! Big Sis! I got a perfect score on my last math test!” Your heart blooms with pride for the little girl; she’d been allowed to start with a regular school this year, and she’s thriving more than anyone expected. She leads you to her room and eagerly tells you all about her class and the friends she’s made. There are new pictures on her walls, you notice. A few with Deku and his classmates, and the cat cafe she visits with Aizawa. You smile as you focus on a photo of the three of you together from your recent wedding. You’d arranged it quickly with only a few people, and most of them realized, without you having to explain, exactly why Mirio wasn’t insisting on the big celebration everyone expected he’d want.
You decided to wait a little longer before you broke the news to your favorite person, just in case something went wrong with your pregnancy. Now you’ve waited plenty long enough, your doctor’s confirmed several times that everything is going fine and you can’t wait to tell her about the new friend she’ll have soon. 
“...And we had to leave the classroom for the rest of the day because the smell was bad,” is the ending to her story you weren’t fully listening to, and you feel guilty for getting distracted. Mirio’s cracking up, so it must have been something fun. He meets your eyes, and you can practically see the happiness radiating off of him. “Everybody else in class gets in trouble for using their quirks, but my teacher says I’m a good example because I know better.” Her smile is precious; she’s more than earned the right to feel proud of herself after everything she’s gone through.
“Eri,” you begin when the three of you sit down with a plate of snacks that she tells you she helped make. “We’ve got some really good news-”
“We’re gonna have a baby!” Mirio blurts it out, waving his arms towards you. “Big Sis has a new baby growing in her belly! And I helped! Isn’t that cool?”
The little girl stares at him silently, and for a second you worry that she might be unhappy with the news. You’d never want her to feel like she’s being replaced. It’s a relief when her head tilts in confusion and you realize she’s not upset, she just doesn’t know how this works. “How did you put a baby in her belly?”
His brows furrow, this isn’t a conversation any of you expected to have today. “Well...sometimes when people love each other-”
“Ask Aizawa,” you cut him off. Oh, that man is going to hate you later. “Do you want to feel?” You take her tiny hand in yours and guide it to the fullest part of your stomach. “He’s been a little lazy today, but if we’re patient you should be able to tell where he is.”
“I don’t feel anything,” she says after a few seconds. “Are you sure...oh, what’s that?” You sensed it too, and you laugh.
“That’s the baby saying hi. He really likes you.”
“He does?”
Mirio’s making grabby hands in your direction. “I wanna feel too!” His hand looks so big next to Eri’s. “Of course he likes you,” he tells her. “You know how sometimes kids have the same eyes or hair as their parents? Well, just think about how much the two of us love you. We have to get a whole extra person to hold it all! I bet you’re his favorite already.”
Her face blooms into a soft smile and she gently pats that spot on your belly. “I like him too,” she announces. You think your sweet husband might actually cry as he pulls both of you in for a hug. “How long until he’s born?”
“It’ll be awhile,” you confirm. “A couple more months. Growing a baby takes a lot of time.” 
She nods and touches you again. “Do your best in there, Mini Million.” You’re definitely keeping that nickname.
“He’ll be so excited to meet you,” Mirio insists. “You’re gonna be the best big sister ever for him.”
Her face is beaming with excitement now, her focus entirely on telling the bump of your stomach about all the fun things in the world. Mirio grins at you and sneaks a kiss over her distracted head. It’s going to be so hard waiting for the newest member of your family to arrive.
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heroloverangel · 3 years
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Confidence is Key
Suneater is a good hero to have in a crisis.
“Can I get you anything?” Tamaki asks you again, and you wave him off. It’s been hours since your water broke and your labor has barely advanced at all. You’ve been here in the hospital all morning already, just waiting for something to happen. If the nurse comes to check on you one more time and says you’ve still got a long way to go, you’re going to scream. “I know this sucks, I just wish I could do more for you.”
You give him a smile that’s only a little forced. It’s not that you’re annoyed by him, not really, but you’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment and watching him pace slowly around the room isn’t helping. “Why don’t you sit down for a bit and just chill. I know you didn’t get much sleep either.”
“But what if something happens?”
“Oh my god, I would give my right arm to make anything happen right now,” you whine. Your husband pats your shoulder but you shrug him off in frustration.
“I’m sorry.” He looks almost hurt and it makes you feel guilty. 
“No, it’s fine.” You let out a sigh. “Could you get me some crackers? There’s a vending machine somewhere on this floor.” He nods, eager to help you however he can, and leaves a kiss on your temple before heading out. He’s only gone for a minute before you see the familiar face of the nurse, ready for another checkup that you already know is going to be disappointing.
“Let’s see how it’s going,” she chirps, far too cheerful for your taste. You lay back and let her examine you, wincing as you feel another contraction.  “Oh, it looks like things are moving along!” You prop yourself up on your elbows, suddenly interested. “Wow, it’s really picked up.”
“Wait, really?”
The woman grins. “Yeah! It won’t be long now, I’d guess maybe another hour or two.”
You swallow and try to ignore the wave of anxiety creeping up your spine. “That--that’s great.” Your smile feels tight and unnatural, but she doesn’t seem to notice. The nurse finishes up her task and gives you a cheery wave goodbye before leaving you alone in the quiet room that’s instantly become too hot and too small. You take a deep breath and look towards the door. What’s taking Tamaki so long?
You lose track of time but eventually he comes jogging back in with an arm full of snacks. “I couldn’t find crackers anywhere, sorry. I looked on three different floors and just grabbed everything that was close enough.” He catches sight of your face and freezes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I swear!” You reach for him and he’s at your side in a heartbeat. “You missed the nurse. She said we’re finally picking up the pace and it won’t be long now.”
Tamaki smiles at you and brushes a stray hair from your face. “I’m glad, you must be miserable like this.”
“Yeah…” You’ve gotten used to the contractions by now, but a surprisingly strong one comes sooner than you expected and you hiss loudly in pain. “God, that hurts.” The next words come out in a breathless jumble before you can stop yourself. “Ican’tdothis.”
“What?”
You look down at the bed in shame. “I...I don’t think I can do this.”
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” He’s staring at you, completely baffled.
Tears sting at the corners of your eyes. “No, I know. But it hurts, and I’m tired, and what if our baby doesn’t like me? What if I’m a bad mom? What if I fall down the stairs with the carrier and-”
With how gentle and quiet he is normally, it’s easy to forget that Suneater is a skilled hero who knows how to handle a crisis. “Shhh.” He cradles your face between his hands and wipes away the tears. “Look at me. It’s going to be fine. Our baby’s going to love you, more than anything else in the world. You’re going to be amazing. Trust me.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, and his gaze never strays away.
You sniffle. “How can you be so sure?”
He releases your face to squeeze your hands tightly in his own, and you’re impressed how steady his grip is compared to yours. “Because half of this baby is me, and that’s how I feel with you.” It’s such a simple answer, but it makes perfect sense to you. “You can do this.”
You nod slowly and pull him into a hug. He lets you bury your face in his shoulder as long as you need, stroking your back and whispering encouragement in your ear. You calm down after a few minuets and let him go, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.
“Better?”
“Better,” you confirm. You put a hand on your stomach, soon to be the center of too much attention, and steel your resolve. “You’re right. We can do this.”
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heroloverangel · 3 years
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Date Night
Fatgum, still top choice for best husband.
“Are you sure there’s enough milk in the fridge?” You check yet again, counting the bottles on the shelf for the third time in the last half hour.
“It’s fine, we’ll only be gone a couple hours.”
“I know, but-” you’re cut off as your mountain of a husband lifts you like a doll and carries you back to your bedroom to get dressed. “You’re sure they have your number?” He nods. “And my number?” He nods, again. “And the restaurant’s?”
“Honeybun.” Fatgum stands behind you and puts his large hands on your shoulders. “Do you wanna cancel? It’s not a big deal if we just stay home tonight.”
You wave him off, finally pulling your dress on and smoothing out the fabric. “It’s fine. I’m sure a lot of parents get nervous the first time they leave their kids at home.” There’s a knock at the front door and you finish getting ready while he meets tonight’s babysitters. You emerge a few minutes later, looking better than you have in months, and it’s not a surprise to find them all in the nursery with the twins.
Kirishima’s just as friendly as ever as he holds Soba up over his head, gushing about those adorable chubby cheeks and how manly your son looks in his bright yellow onesie. Tetsutetsu is right beside him with Udon in his arms and marveling at how heavy the little guy feels for such a young baby. You haven’t gotten to know him  that well yet, but if he and Kirishima are as similar as they seem, there’s no doubt that your children are will be in great hands for the night.
Of course you can’t just leave right away. You have to explain where the bottles are (the fridge, obviously) and how to properly heat them (in hot water, never the microwave). You make sure they know where all the extra diapers and supplies are (the cabinet under the changing table, within arm’s reach). You give them free use of all the food in the massive kitchen and also a list of nearby restaurants that have your information on file (all of them, you’re very loved customers). After another twenty minutes and multiple kisses goodbye to your babies, your husband leads you by the hand out the door for your well-earned date.
It’s been far too long since you’ve come to the adorable little takoyaki place and you’re excited to be back. It’s been your favorite for years, ever since Taishiro picked it for your first date. He proposed to you here. The entire staff were guests at your wedding. The day you found out you were pregnant, you’d celebrated with a massive order that had the kitchen working nonstop half the night. Walking back inside is like visiting an old friend after a long time away. 
The owners, a sweet couple in their sixties, greet you with open arms. “Look at you,” the older woman exclaims. “Twins, and you’d never know it! My oldest is 37 and I’m still working off that weight!” You laugh as she sets a plate down in front of you. “Now show me some pictures of those little meatballs,” she demands, and you’re happy to obey. You settle in to your meal with Fatgum, sharing your phone with the familiar employees as they pass by to say hello, and the smiles never leave your faces.
It doesn’t normally take four hours to get dinner, but it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re having so much fun. You don’t think you’ll be hungry again for two days, but they force a massive bag of extra food into your hands. Your husband argues with the owner over the bill; Taishiro keeps insisting on paying for all of it while the old man refuses to accept the money. After a few minutes they reach an agreement, Taishiro pays but restarts the fight when he tries to sneak a little bit more into it. They’re all so ridiculous, and you love it.
“Bring those dumpling babies next time and let us spoil them,” his wife orders when you head out, and you promise you’ll be back with them soon. “As soon as they get teeth, you’d better bring them straight here.” You love your family with all your heart, but these people and their cozy little restaurant are some real competition.
“It’s gettin’ late, we better go rescue the boys,” Taishiro says as you step out into the night air. “Not real sure which pair of them needs it, though.”
It’s almost midnight by the time you get home, and you’re not sure what to expect when you open the door. There are toys scattered around the floor and nearly all the bottles sit empty on the table next to a half-full box of takeout, but it’s the couch that draws your attention. You find Kirishima and Tetsutetsu fast asleep there, shoulder to shoulder to prop each other up. They’ve both got an arm wrapped securely around one of your sons, who are also enjoying a nap. The scene is too adorable for you to ignore, and you make sure to get a few good pictures of them before quietly waking the students up. You and Taishiro manage to each take a baby without disturbing them and bring them into the nursery for the night while their babysitters straighten up the living room.
They don’t stay much longer, the school only gave permission for them to be gone for a few hours. You give both of them a hug and all your thanks before Fatgum takes them back to the dorms, and it warms you heart when they offer to watch Soba and Udon again any time you’d like. Left to yourself, you enjoy a rare few minutes of silence and smile faintly as you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed. You love your children more than anything, but having a night without them was a real treat. You’re already thinking about when you’ll be able to arrange another date night.
...And then you hear a cry from the next room, and things return to normal. Your babies are hungry, and you’ve got a job to do.
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heroloverangel · 3 years
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Ice Cream
Ingenium will always be a great hero.
The parking lot is crowded when you arrive with your husband. It’s a warm day, and the new ice cream shop has a line stretching out the door into the grocery store’s sidewalk next door. You scan the list as you head towards the entrance and debate on whether you want chicken or beef tonight, and you’re distracted by two little girls running across the pavement with each other. The younger one looks about three, laughing wildly right up until she trips on a crack and tumbles to the ground directly in front of you. Her sister looks a bit older and immediately runs back to the crying girl, and you watch Tensei fall back into his role as a hero without a second thought.
“Are you alright?” He leans forward in his chair to look for any injuries. “What’s your name?”
“A-Ami. And she’s Miki.” she stammers through her tears, the bigger girl helping her to her feet and staring curiously at the pipes on his arms.
He smiles at them. “I’m Iida. Do you know where your parents are?” Miki nods at points at the line.
“Daddy said he’d get us ice cream if we were good and waited for him.”
“That’s nice of him. It looks like you scraped your knees, but I bet the ice cream will help.” He looks towards the shop and you can tell he’s trying to pick out their father. “I’m sure if you tell your dad, he’ll get you patched up and back to playing in no time. Can you tell me his name?”
The question is unnecessary as a man jogs towards you with a pair of ice cream cones, calling the girls’ names. “What are you two up to? I hope you’re not bothering these people.”
Miki shakes her head. “We’re not, I promise! Ami fell down and her knees are broke. But look, Daddy! Mr. Iida has funny metal on his arms just like the hero you told us about!” Their father finally turns his head and takes a good look at your husband, putting some facts together. The little girls take the opportunity to pull their treats out of his hands while he’s distracted.
“You’re not Ingenium by any chance, are you?”
Tensei nods. “I was, before I retired.”
He lets out a surprised laugh. “No kidding! I’m sure you don’t remember this, but about six years ago there was a bus crash in the middle of Naruhata. You’re the one who pulled me out and got me to the hospital.” He shakes his hand with enthusiasm. “If it weren’t for you…” He smiles and looks at his daughters, happily eating their ice cream without a thought to Ami’s skinned knees. “...my girls wouldn’t be here.” Ingenium, always such a laid back hero, waves off his praise but the man insists. “No really, I’d love to have a chat if you’ve got the time.”
Tensei glances at you and you gesture for him to go. “Stay a bit and talk. I can handle the produce section on my own.” You give him a pat on the shoulder and head inside. You remember to grab a few last minute items and make sure to stop by the pharmacy section for vitamins before you pay and rejoin his group. They’ve moved into the shade, and the girls are standing on either side of your husband asking questions as fast as their little mouths can move.
“Do your pipes turn on when you sneeze really hard?”
“Can you start a fire with them?”
“Do they rust when you go swimming?”
“Have you ever gone really really fast and hit a wall? I did that once. It hurts.”
You listen to them with a huge grin on your face for a few more minutes before you step in to rescue him. He tells them goodbye, shaking their father’s hand once again and heads for the car with you. Your grin widens when you realize you’re being followed by the delighted shouts of the girls thanking him for being such a great hero. You notice that the smile never leaves his face even once you get home and it warms you heart. He’s always been a little too humble and never did it for the praise, but it’s nice to get a solid reminder of all the good he’s done.
“Good day, huh?” He seems distracted and blinks at you for a moment before nodding. “Are you thinking about how adorable those girls were, too?” Tensei laughs and scratches the back of his neck, his thoughts too obvious.
“Yeah. You know, I’ve been thinking…” His gaze flicks from your face down to your stomach, and you can read his mind. You’ve been together for years now, and for the past few months you’ve been talking more seriously about the idea of kids. He’s made steady progress with his physical therapy, but the doctors have suggested that his injury could make things more difficult and you might need a bit of medical assistance to conceive. It’s a lot to think about, but you keep coming back to it more and more lately.
You stop and run your fingers through his dark hair. “I’ve actually been thinking, too. Will you grab that bag off the table for me?” He moves to hand you the bag but pauses when he looks down at the items inside. Iron supplements? Prenatal vitamins? A pregnancy test?
His eyes go wide as he stares back at you. “You’re pregnant?”
You laugh sheepishly. “Well, we’re about to find out.” The next ten minutes are the longest in your life as he steers you toward the bathroom and you’re forced to wait for the test. You’re not surprised when you see the result, but the sense of pure joy that wells up in you makes you feel like you might burst and you throw your arms around your husband’s shoulders. “It’s positive! Tensei, we’re having a baby!”
His expression mirrors your own and he pulls you in for a tight hug. At the moment, nothing else matters beyond your little growing family. You feel so lucky, knowing that your child has such an amazing hero to look up to.
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