❤️ TodoDeku 💚

Midoriya hums softly, gently bouncing the little girl snuggling into his arms, her big round (e/c) eyes staring up at her motherly figure, a big gummy smile stretching across her lips. He couldn't help but awe at the sight, littering little kisses across her face making her giggle. Whispering how adorable his little girl was, loving the warm feeling that spread through his chest whenever he held her close, rubbing her back with a smile, bouncing her gently on his lap while his mom, taking countless pictures from afar, gushes with a smile.

Ever since (Y/n) was born, Inko made sure that she was looked after for, creating a nursery from scratch for her little granddaughter. Always making sure that Izuku knew what he was doing. She didn't want to mollycoddle him and tell him what to do all the time because she knew Izuku was rather independent, wanting him to figure it out, only helping him whenever he asked. Inko adored her little granddaughter and she wanted to take as many baby pictures as possible, wanting to make countless baby albums.

Her daddy, Shoto Todoroki, was currently at UA, working hard. After Izuku fell pregnant, they had a long and hard chat, about who's doing what, what sacrifices they'll make. Izuku, not wanting Shoto to miss out on anything and help him pursue his dream, offered to do online classes during the day so he can look after (Y/n), not wanting to pawn his daughter onto Inko constantly. So they compromised, Shoto went to UA and took home some schoolwork for Midoriya to work through so he didn't miss anything. Only going to school for training with his little girl at home with her grandma.

"She's being really fussy," Izuku speaks up looking to his mom, his little girl squirming in his arms, "Is she tired?"
"Give her here, Izuku dear," Inko says, placing the camera down, putting her arms out, "She's probably just tired, you go get the cot ready and I'll give her cuddles until Shoto comes back,"

Nodding, Izuku lifts (Y/n) into Inko's arms, smiling softly as she watches his mom smother his little girl, watching her whine softly as she snuggles into her chest. He kisses his daughters forehead before turning and walking into the nursery, smiling softly at the sight. His heart warming as his eyes look toward the back wall, smiling. It was painted by his mom. It was a little scene of a bright blue sky, fluffy white clouds with birds flying through the sky. Below was a grassy field with an array of animals. The detail was insane.

Walking over to the cot, he begins fluffing up the pastel green pillow, making it as fluffy as possible so his daughter could sleep properly before grabbing the pastel red blanket, teetering back into the living-room with a smile. As he walks into the lounge, his smile becomes wider, leaning against the doorway, watching his boyfriend cuddle with his daughter, a soft smile on his lips. Shoto was absolutely infatuated with his little girl, loving her little strands of (h/c) hair with one strand of green hair as a fringe. He adored his little girl.

"Shoto, you're home," Izuku beams, sitting beside the male, pressing a kiss to his cheek, leaning into his arm, "How was school?"
"It was okay," he replies, wiggling his finger as his daughter grasped it with her tiny hand, "People asking about you still, how has (Y/n) been?"
"Good," Izuku hums, rubbing his little girls arm, "She's been a bit fussy today, she won't go down to sleep,"
"Give me the blanket, I'll try," Shoto hums smiling softly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "Maybe she wanted to see her daddy,"

Izuku smiles rolling his eyes as he hands the blanket to his boyfriend, watching as Shoto begins to swaddle his little girl, his heart slowly aching as (Y/n) begins to cry. Small tears falling down her cheeks as she thrashes, trying to kick the blanket off. Shoto hushes her softly, pressing kisses to her temple, Izuku rubbing her back, trying to hush her too.

"It's okay, it's okay," Izuku coos, taking her from Shoto, holding her close as he rocks her softly, "Mama's here,"
"I didn't hurt her did I?" Shoto asks worried
"No, no, she's okay," Izuku reassures him, kissing his cheek, "She's just being fussy,"

Shoto nods, smiling softly as Izuku heads toward the nursery, following him close behind. Leaning against the doorway of the nursery, Shoto watches as Izuku gently lays the whining baby in her cot humming a soft tune. Izuku smiles softly, gently rocking the cot, humming, watching her whimpers dull down to small coos before her eyes slowly fall. Gently falling into a small sleep, her hair sprawled over her pillow. Shoto smiles, wrapping his arms around Izuku's waist from behind, kissing his cheek as he gently lays the little All Might plush beside her, Izuku's heart clenching as she holds it and snuggles into it.

"Thank god," Izuku mutters, leaning into Shoto exhausted, "Maybe you should put her to bed more, she's been fussy all day, she nearly kicked mom in the face when she tried putting her down,"
"Well, she's down now and that's what matters," Shoto hums, rubbing circles on his hips, "I have some work you need to complete on the side but I think you need some loving first before we do anything,"

Izuku giggles softly, tiptoeing out of the nursery with Shoto following close behind, quietly shutting the door, turning the baby monitor on and placing it on the bedside table as they snuggle into each other. Shoto draping his arms around the smaller male, kissing his forehead as the greenette falls asleep in his arms, exhausted. However, he's forced awake as wails begin to scream from the monitor. Shoto shakes his head, keeping Midoriya in bed.

"You sleep, I'll get her,"...

💛 KamiShin 💜

Shinso, releasing a small groan and a tired yawn, stands in the kitchen, softly rocking his whimpering baby, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he warms the baby formula, not wanting to wake Kaminari up for him to breastfeed. His violet eyes lazily looking around the kitchen, rubbing his daughters back as he watches the hands of the clock slowly tick by. His hair, unruly as it was, was all over the place and messy, having not being able to sleep properly. Suffering from insomnia, so hearing (Y/n) beginning to whimper in her sleep, he immediately took action, pacifying her instantly, heading toward the kitchen to feed her, knowing that she loves to wake up at early hours of the morning.

Groaning softly, he winces as the microwave beeps, signifying that the bottle being warmed was finished. He quickly turns it off at the wall, cursing under his breath as he opens the microwave, hushing the little girl stirring in his arms as he tips some of the formula on his wrist, making sure it wasn't scolding, before guiding the bottle to his daughters lips, smiling as she happily takes it and begins suckling, drinking away at the milk.

The hallway light turning on catches his attention, groaning as he anticipates who it was. It could be Eri, his adopted little sister, waking up from another nightmare or wanting to see what the noise was. It could be Present Mic, his father figure, checking to see if he was okay, letting him know that he should have just woken him up so he could have a proper nights sleep. It could be Aizawa, his other parental figure, not being able to sleep anyway so checking up on him, giving him pointers on how to handle the baby. Or, hopefully not, it could be Denki.

Much to his dismay, Denki teeters into the kitchen, a large yawn leaving his lips as he rubs his eyes, stretching softly, releasing a gentle groan as he teeters in. His bare feet sticking to the floor, making a noise every time he made a step. He smiles lazily at his boyfriend, kissing his cheek as he sits on the island.

"Why didn't you wake me?" He asks, humming softly, "I could have fed her,"
"I didn't want to wake you," Shinso hums, rubbing his daughters back as she pulls away from the bottle, "You were so peaceful,"
"Hey, Toshi, I told you that I'm responsible for her too," Denki says, holding his arms out, wanting to burp her, "Next time, wake me up, I don't want you having a sleepless nights all the time... I wanna suffer with you,"
"You're strange, you know that?" Shinso hums, gently exchanging the baby to her mom
"But you love me," Denki teases, kissing him softly as he holds (Y/n) over his shoulder

Shinso chuckles, rolling his eyes as he sits down, running his hands through his hair as he watches Kaminari gently pat his daughters back, shaking his head with a chuckle as she lets out a small burp, giggling afterwards, gently pulling at Denki's blonde hair. Like her mom, she had a lightning bolt in her hair, it wasn't black though it was purple, the same colour as Shinso's hair.

"Wow, that was a good one, wasn't it (Y/n)?" Denki chuckles, kissing her cheek as she lets out another burp, "I can do a lot better though, can't I babe?"
"Are you seriously talking about burping to your seven month old daughter?" Shinso asks exasperated, "You're unbelievable,"
"Daddy's being boring, isn't he?" Denki coos, bouncing (Y/n) in his arms, beaming as she giggles, "Daddy's trying to be all tough and mean, being a meanie pants,"

"I will shove that formula right up your ass Denki,"...

💛 EraserMic 🖤

Hizashi lets out a tired groan, rubbing his eyes as he slowly stretches, yawning softly as he casts his eye to the clock on his bedside table, whining at the time. Couldn't she just pick a better time to cry?, he thought, sliding out of bed, trying not to wake Aizawa up. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he trudges out of his bedroom, yawning rather loudly as he scratches his head, his hair all messy and knotted. His feet dragging along the floor, whining softly as he heads to his youngest daughters door, surprised to see Eri holding her teddy bear looking worriedly at the door before looking up at her father figure.

He smiles tiredly at the pale blue haired girl, gently picking her up in his arms, pressing a tired kiss to her cheek as he slowly opens the bedroom door, shutting it behind him, groaning as his youngest daughters wails enter his eardrums. Eri, gasps, wiggling out of his grip before running to the cot, leaning over as she tries to hush her. Looking at Mic worried.

"Why is she crying?" Eri asks, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, "Is she sad? Is she hurt?"
"She's letting us know she's awake, my little listener," he reassures her, gently scooping the crying baby into his arms "Come on (Y/n), it's okay, daddy's here now,"
"Will she want my teddy?" She asks, holding it up to him, "Will that make her happy?"
"It's your teddy, sweetie," Mic says, gushing at how cute Eri was as he rocks (Y/n), "She's just lonely, why don't we go downstairs and have a cuddle with her?"

Eri's eyes light up, excited to help, nodding happily. Quietly, Mic opens the door, letting Eri tiptoe out first before teetering after her, gently rocking (Y/n) in his arms, humming a silent tune, carefully, he treks down the stairs, holding his little girl close to his chest, pressing soft kisses to her temple as she whimpers in his arms, a small sob leaving her lips from time to time, her fists pulling at his blonde locks, her little feet kicking into his ribs. Eri, giggling quietly, sits on the couch, hugging her teddy close to her chest as she watches Mic sit next to her, intently watching him soothe the little girl.

Her red eyes in complete awe, as she witnesses Hizashi calm her down. (Y/n)'s cries quietening down to whimpers and then finally, silence. Smiling as she watches (Y/n)'s little hands opening and closing as she snuggles into his chest.

"Can I hold her?" Eri asks, looking up at Hizashi, "Please?"
"Sure, hold your arms out," Mic instructs

Eri, happily, holds her arms out, looking down at the baby that's given to her. Hizashi guiding her on how to hold the baby, smiling as her red orbs meet the cute little (e/c) orbs. Hizashi smiles, supporting Eri's arms, watching his little girl hold his other little girl. It was a cute sight, so cute he took a quick picture with his phone to show Aizawa later. Speaking of the devil, bare feet echoes around the hallway, Aizawa appearing from the corridor, letting out a small hum.

"You weren't in bed," Aizawa huffs, walking in, smiling softly as he ruffles Eri's hair, "What are you doing up?"
"I heard (Y/n) crying," Eri speaks out, looking up at him, "Zashi let me help soothe her,"
"That's nice," he hums, kissing her forehead, "Aren't you being a big girl?"

"At least we know we have a little helper,"...

🤍 TodoBaku 🧡

The silence washing over the Bakugo household is ruined by the small, (h/c) haired baby, thrashing around in her cot. Her little fists bashing against the little mattress she was laying on. Her legs thrashing in the air, her feet slamming into the cot, her blanket somehow on the floor, her pillow sliding further through the bars, her head moving around. Her wails managing to pull everyone in the household out of their sleep.

Next door, laid her parents. Bakugo cursing under his breath, sitting upon his pillow as he leans against the headboard, shaking the bed out of his hair before kicking Shoto awake, chuckling as he manages to kick his dual haired boyfriend collapses onto the floor with a groan. Shoto, glaring toward his dominant yet heavily submissive boyfriend, crawls to his feet, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at him chasing a laugh from Katsuki as it slams into his chest, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around Shoto's neck tiredly, pulling the candy cane haired male in for a kiss. Smiling as he returns it.

"Can you go get her?" Katsuki asks, looking up at him, smirking softly, "I'm tired,"
"Uh, I don't think so," Shoto hums, shaking his head, "I got her last night and the night before, it's your turn,"
"Ugh, but my bed is so warm," he whines, "Please, Shoto,"
"You birthed her, you do it," Shoto says getting back into bed, "Or can you not handle it?"
"You watch half and half!" Bakugo groans, sliding out of bed with a burst of confidence, "I'm the best mom ever!"

Before he could reach the door, his bedroom door is flung wide open, his mother staring daggers at her son, her arms crossed. She had heavy bags weighing her eyes down making her look ten times scarier than she originally was. Tapping her foot on the floor as she stares at her son and his boyfriend, glaring at them. Behind her, stood Masaru, consoling the wailing babe in his arms, hushing her softly as he bounces her in his arms, muttering sweet words into his granddaughters ear, shaking his head toward Bakugo's way.

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo snatched his daughter from his fathers arms, lifting his shirt up without dropping her and holds her to his chest, walking over to the bed and sits down while she snuggles and begins suckling. Mitsuki glares at them, Shoto feeling quite uncomfortable.

"You need to stop arguing with each other every time she cries," Mitsuki reprimands flicking both males on their foreheads, "You're a team, this is your little girl,"
"We were going to get her," Katsuki huffs, rubbing his daughters back
"So why did your father get her?" She asks crossing her arms, "What happens when your father and I are out? You need to respond to your baby as soon as you hear her crying, she could have been in pain! And you both were arguing on who was going to get her! You need to work together!"
"Mom, we don't need your help," Katsuki groans, pulling (Y/n) away from his chest, grabbing the cloth on his bedside table as she spits up a bit, "We're doing just fine,"
"I mean it Katsuki," she warns, "That little girl needs you both,"

Katsuki rolls his eyes as his parents leave the room shutting the door behind them. Shoto sits up next to him, rubbing his shoulder as the blonde leans into him, rubbing circles on his daughters back as she snuggles into his chest. Shoto could sense Katsuki's upset, his emotions being a constant roller coaster after giving birth... having nightmares himself about putting his baby in danger. Suffering from postpartum depression, trying not to let it get to him but Shoto could see his anxiety heightened as soon as (Y/n) was in his arms.

Shoto kisses his temple, slowly taking his daughter in his arms as Katsuki leans on his shoulder. The blonde softly rubbing his daughters cheek with his thumb, a small smile on his lips as she snuggles cooing softly, her big round eyes looking up at her two parents. A gummy smile on his face making Katsuki chuckle softly.

"This is my fault... I should have just gotten up to get her," Bakugo sighs, leaning down, "I'm sorry..."
"Hey, it's not your fault, I'm responsible for her too," Shoto reassures kissing his head, "From now on, whoever wakes up first, goes to get her, okay?"
"Yeah... okay," Katsuki hums tiredly, "I love you Icyhot,"

"I love you too, Katsuki,"...

💙 ShigaDabi 💜

Shigaraki releases a frustrated groan, leaning up against the headboard of the bed, his hands clenching into fists as his eyes land on the whinging baby in the cot. Her little hands reaching out of the cot as small cries leave her lips. Her lips were in a pout while her eyes were scrunched tight as she cries out. He couldn't concentrate. How was he supposed to come up with plans and make sure that the League remained strong when he had a seven month baby wailing in the cot near him?

Beside him, fast asleep, was the one who was actually responsible for the little nightmare. Dabi, hugging onto Shigaraki's waist, his face burying into his stomach making him roll his eyes as he stares over at the baby. Her crying beginning to grow louder. Shigaraki couldn't sleep. Especially not with a crying baby in the room...

He sat there, just staring down at the child, deciding on what he should do. Should he go and pacify the baby? Where would he begin? He doesn't know the first thing about children. Sure, he's seen Dabi looking after the child but Dabi seemed so experienced. He never even knew why. Although he was dating the burnt male, Shigaraki hardly knew anything about the mysterious villain. Knowing nothing about his past, his family, who he really was due to Dabi being an alias... perhaps, this baby could help him find out more.

Releasing a sigh, Shigaraki pries his boyfriends arms off his waist, slowly sliding out of the bed before heading toward the baby, leaning over the cot. He stood, just staring at her. Watching her. His lips slowly curling into a small smile as his eyes meet her heterochromic ones. He was confused at the warm feeling spreads through his chest as the child reaches up, grabbing a hold of his finger making him gasp. He looks around, petrified. What if he killed her? What would Dabi do to him if he accidentally killed her?

All of his senses were heightened...

Slowly, carefully, he scoops the baby into his arms. Making sure all five of his fingers didn't touch her. Sliding back into bed, holding the girl to his chest as she snuggles into him, cooing softly. Her fingers not letting go of his index finger making him chuckle softly. This was how you were supposed to hold babies, right?

"Warming up to her?" Dabi hums, rubbing his eyes as she lets out a groan, pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriends chapped lips, "Support her head,"
"I've never seen a baby before... never held one," Shigaraki explains, nodding as Dabi adjusts his arms, "Why does she make me warm inside?"
"You love her," Dabi explains smiling, kissing his cheek
"But I'm supposed to love you... I don't understand," he says looking up at him making him chuckle
"You have different types of love, Tomura," Dabi explains holding his two favourite people close, "There's family love, which is what you have for (Y/n), there's sexual and tender love between us, you have friendship love, there's so many,"

"I have so much to learn,"...

❤️ KiriMina 💖

Releasing a hushed tune from her lips, Mina sits on Kirishima's bed, her baby softly suckling at her breast as she leans against the headboard. A loud yawn escaping her lips as she releases a lazy giggle, watching Kirishima lay beside her, rubbing his daughters back as she has her early morning breakfast. Kirishima, absolutely infatuated with his little girl, pressing soft kisses to her forehead.

(Y/n), although many remarked she looked like an alien, was absolutely beautiful. Her skin had a pink hue to it, much like her moms but it was a pastel pink instead of a deep pink, which wasn't unusual to see. She also had beautiful (h/c) hair with pink strands dotting around her hair, two yellow horns pushing from her forehead. She was like her mom and Kirishima absolutely adored her in every way. However, what upset him, was whenever Bakugo or anyone commented on her eyes. One eye was much like Mina's, her sclera were black, and her irises were (e/c). The thing people didn't like, was how her other eye was completely different, the sclera white with (e/c) orbs... Kirishima thought it made her look unique, making her look even more beautiful.

Kirishima, being the gentleman he was, stayed awake whenever Mina was awake. He hated the fact that Mina often woke up to tend to (Y/n) while he relaxed in bed so, being the sweet guy he is, Kirishima ordered Mina to wake him up whenever she was awake so he could be there to help her if she needed it and so she wasn't alone.

"She's hungry, isn't she?" Kirishima points out, holding Mina softly, kissing her cheek, "Growing girl like her daddy,"
"You're a girl now?" Mina asks giggling, "Ooh, how manly,"
"No, I meant... you know what I mean!" Kirishima whines, leaning his head on her shoulder, "She's so beautiful... like you,"
"She is, isn't she?" Mina hums smiling, "I love her so much, Ei..."
"I love her too," Kirishima hums smiling

"She's our little girl,"...

❤️ KiriBaku 🧡

Whining softly, Kirishima sits up in his bed, running his fingers through his hair as he looks around, confused as to why Katsuki wasn't in their bed. Feeling rather lonely. However, what worried him, was that (Y/n) wasn't in her cot. He groans softly, stretching as he steps out of the bed, heading downstairs as he yawns, scratching his head. His eyes slowly drooping as his eyes watch the clock, whining as it's three o'clock in the morning.

As he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he leans against the doorway, smiling softly at the sight before him. Katsuki, usually seen so burly and tough, was actually being soft and squishy. He held their daughter in his arms, rubbing her back, singing a soft lullaby to her while she stirs, her little fists clinging onto his vest as he hums, bouncing gently around the room.

"Daddy's little girl, aren't you?" Bakugo hums, smiling softly, "I'm gonna protect you, no matter what, no one is gonna hurt you while I'm around,"
"Aww, Bakugo, thats adorable," Kirishima whispers, staring lovingly at his boyfriend who rolls his eyes chuckling, "Never took you for a softie,"
"She's a baby, Shitty hair," Bakugo replies kissing his cheek, "My little girl, I'm not gonna shout and scream at her, she's adorable,"
"She's lucky to have a dad like you," Kiri hums smiling

"I think she's lucky to have a mom like you,"...

"I'm not a mom! I'm a manly mom!"...

💙 IidaOcha 💖

Anxiety gripped at Uraraka's throat as she hears a huge wail screeching from the baby monitor resting on her bedside table. Without another word, she slides out of bed, running her fingers through her hair as she traipses out of her room, apologising to Mina who opens up her dorm room door, looking toward Ochaco, with a tired look. Mina gives her a reassuring smile as she opens the dorm room next to her.

After (Y/n) was born, Aizawa constructed a nursery next door to Ochaco's room, a place where her daughter could play with her toys, play with the other students and sleep. While doing school work, (Y/n) was often in the care of Aizawa, sitting in a mini playpen set up by him or asleep in the cot in the corner. Uraraka often thanking the Lord whenever a day went by that she didn't cry.

"Do you need any help?" Mina asks, following Ochaco into the nursery, "Shall I go get Iida for you? Tsu?"
"Tenya has a baby monitor so I'm sure he'll be on his way," Ochaco reassures her, scooping the little girl in her arms, "Maybe Tsu might be a good idea..."

Mina nods, hugging the first time mom softly before teetering to the floor above them, waving toward Iida who was running up the stairs to check on his baby. Ochaco smiles softly toward her boyfriend, exchanging a quick kiss between them as Ochaco gently rocks her daughter, humming a soft lullaby while Iida checks the cot, making sure nothing was in there that could have hurt her. Ochaco sits down on the rocking chair, rubbing (Y/n)'s back as she tries hushing the wailing baby...

But nothing worked...

That's what Tsuyu was for. Ochaco, even though she worked really hard to be the best mom ever to her baby girl, she really didn't know how to do this. Spending all her free time reading articles and books on how to look after a baby. However, she was lucky that she was close to Asui. Since she was young, Asui looked after her younger siblings, knowing exactly what to do with babies and children. Ochaco often spoke to Iida about her being (Y/n)'s godmother.

"How is she, ribbit?" Asui asks, walking into the nursery, "Is she calming down?"
"N - no... she won't quieten down..." Ochaco replies getting worked up, "What if Bakugo hears her?"
"Relax, calm yourself down, kero," Asui instructs, standing by her best friend, "She will sense your discomfort and get worse,"

Nodding, Ochaco takes deep breaths, Iida rubbing her back with a reassuring smile as she rocks her baby, nodding to Tsuyu's advice before smiling as she quietens down, snuggling into her mothers bosom.

"What would I do without you Tsu?"...

💚 TodoBakuDeku 🧡

Coming back home from their grocery shop, Shoto and Izuku lay the carrier bags down in the kitchen, exchanging a soft kiss between each other, smiling lovingly at each other before heading into the living room of their home, holding hands as they enter the room, their chests swelling with warmth at the sight they witness. Laying on the couch, fast asleep, was (Y/n), their daughter, snuggling into Katsuki's chest, her tiny fists holding his shirt as he supports her gently, his eyes wandering to the screen, watching tv. His hand softly rubbing her back.

After finding (Y/n) in that alleyway, they all fought so hard to keep her as their own, wanting to raise her themselves because they were the ones who found her and saved her from death. With All Might behind them, they all managed to gain custody of the little angel. Endeavor, willingly, bought a house for the three to live in, wanting to help Shoto, wanting to show him that he wasn't an all bad person. Inko and Mitsuki, Izuku and Katsuki's mothers, worked on the interior, designing the nursery for their newly gained granddaughter, Mitsuki, being more hands on, build the cot, the mobiles, the cabinets and drawers. Inko painted the walls and worked on what went where.

Shoto smiles softly, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss to Katsuki's forehead making the blonde chuckle and pushes his lips to his, smirking as they pull away. Izuku smiles, kneeling by the sofa, rubbing his little girls back, pressing a soft kiss to her chubby cheek as he looks up at the taller males smiling.

"How long has she been asleep?" Izuku whispers, smiling softly
"About forty five minutes," Bakugo replies, smirking, "You losers suck at putting her to sleep,"
"Kacchan, that's mean," Izuku whines, kissing his knuckles, "Shoto and I are new to this whole thing,"
"Well, you suck at feeding her and bathing her," Shoto replies, sitting down on the armchair
"What was that, you half and half bastard?" Katsuki growls, narrowing his eyes, "You wanna repeat that?"
"Kacchan, calm down," Izuku soothes, "You'll wake (Y/n),"
"Shut up Deku!" He yells, glaring at the greenette

The sudden yell stirs (Y/n), small whimpers escaping her lips, burying her face into Katsuki's chest. Realising she's stirring, Katsuki holds her close, hushing her as he sits up, rubbing her back as she begins to whine. Shoto rolls his eyes, taking the baby from Katsuki, kissing her cheek as he bounces her on his lap, humming softly. Izuku, narrowing his eyes at the blonde, hits his arm before shrieking as Bakugo flies at him.

"I'll kick your ass! Deku!"...

"And you wonder why she's crying,"...