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#when my first Todoroki piece is a dad!au đź« 
emmyrosee · 1 year
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“Uh…”
Your monotonous confusion startles Shoto from… whatever he was doing, and as he quickly turns to face you, he smiles softly before turning right back to it. “Whatcha doing there, Sho?”
“I’m swaddling,” he says casually, grunting in frustration as if he messed up, and he undoes the small, yellow blanket to restart the process all over again. “I need to be ready for when our own child is here, and I’ve wasted so much time reading how-to’s online that I’ve lost at least two months of practice.”
“Shoto,” you say, hand coming up to cover your mouth from any giggles that want to pour though. “That’s a watermelon.”
“It’s the best I could do in a pinch.”
“But a watermelon is so…” you motion your fingers around in an attempt to find the correct words, and he spins on his heel to watch you in amusement. “Watermelon shaped.”
“And babies are just so baby shaped,” he hums, turning back to the watermelon.
“Yes, but they’re also squishy, like bread, or malleable like rice or… baby shaped, like Miydoria’s son.”
His hands still in realization, his face dropped into a blank, emotionless indifference, and before you can ask him what’s wrong, he drops the blanket and smacks his face with his hands.
“Oh my god I’m going to be the worst father.”
“No,” you say instantly, firmly, and you quickly make your way over to him. Your arms wrap around his waist and you burrow your head into the dip of his back. “We’re not playing that game, Shoto. You’re going to be an amazing father.”
“I saw a watermelon and immediately thought that would be a suitable filler for a child.”
“Shoto-“
He immediately brings his hands to his hair, “oh god, what if I mistake our baby for a watermelon at night!”
You snort and squeeze him tighter, “there are far too many layers to unpack in that sentence, so let me just tell you that you’re going to be an amazing father.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“I sure do.”
“You don’t.”
“I can play this all day baby,” you snort, and he grumbles something under his breath. “I wouldn’t have wanted to start a family with you if I thought you wouldn’t be a good father.”
“You wanted to start a family with me because your mother doesn’t like me.”
“That too,” you snort, even though both of you know that’s not true. “But really, Sho. I want to spend my life with you; having a tiny spawn of our own is just part of that.”
His shoulders start to shake with a few chuckles, and he scrubs his eyes in defeat. “Spawn?”
“Is that not the term you’d use?”
“It certainly is not.” Despite his minor scold, he rolls his shoulders back and takes a few inhales in. “I just…” he pauses, and you hum in patience. “I want them to love me. I want to be the best I can for them.”
“You will be-“
“And part of that is soothing the baby.” His mind is derailing back quickly. You can feel it in the tenseness of his back.
“Shoto-“
“And swaddling them is supposed to keep them warm, so I thought that would be the best way to sooth-“
“Shoto,” you interrupt with a soothe, rubbing his shoulders. He finally shuts up, his shoulders still tense. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll be able to soothe our baby, swaddling or not.”
“You’re right,” he sighs shakily. “With my quirk, I’ll be able to alter my temperature to make them comfortable, even if I don’t know how to swaddle-“
“No, Shoto,” you chuckle, kissing the back of his neck. “You’ll be able to soothe the baby because you’re going to be an amazing father.”
He tenses under your words once more, and he shyly turns to look at you with wide, puppyish eyes. “You really think so?” He asks, fiddling with the edge of the blanket.
“I know so, Shoto.”
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