âTime to go to prison,â Midoriya Hisashi announced to his baby boy who immediately tried to wriggle free to escape his fatherâs arms and the crib underneath.
âNaaaaahh !â the toddler screamed, desperately clinging to his fatherâs shirt.
Inko couldnât help a smile. Her poor boy was fighting like he was trying to escape a scorpion-infested pit instead of a crib, or even a prison like his father claimed so.
When he had his fun, Hisashi cooed at the baby until he giggled under his strawberry kisses and finally managed to put him to bed.
âIf you keep teasing him,â Inko warned, âhe will refuse to sleep and I wonât be dealing with that.â
âHe will forget it in twenty minutes. And worst case scenario, I know how to handle my baby.â
Inko didnât said anything. As long as he knew she wouldnât save him from his mistakesâŠ
And so he did the next day. Izuku screamed, clung to his father as if he had developed an octopus quirk, and Hisashi managed to put him to sleep with ease, not without giving her a smug look of success.
By day three, Izuku categorically refused to go in his crib. No amount of hugs and comforting words managed to convince him he wasnât thrown in prison. Leaving him in his crib and fleeing for their lives only resulted in a high pitch scream which could be mistaken with the war cry of a pterodactyl. Ignoring him was impossible, not when every of their instinct were screaming at them to hold the baby and to make sure he was alright.
After telling ââI told you soâŠâ a thousand times to her husband, Hisashi rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the crib, an especially intense look on his face, and holding a perfectly awake and suspicious Izuku in his arms.
Inko saw the son she loved more than anything in the world take a deep breath and she had a fight an urge to run before the banshee scream erupted again.
âI got this,â he declared, and if he was facing anyone who wasnât a toddler, she would have believed him.
Inko may have told him she wouldnât help him but at this point, she was more afraid of child services than his husband not facing the consequences of his antics.
âRun while you can, honey,â Hisashi retorted between his gritted teeth.
Cries didnât resonate in the house, though she heard her husbandâs voice, more and more desperate as time passed. She couldnât help a smile. It wasnât nice, but she had warned him.
She wake up several hours later, searching the warmth of her hot-bottle of a husband, and was surprised to see he wasnât in bed. She listened to the silence of the night, but Izuku wasnât crying , so he must have succeeded. Somehow.
Sometimes, when he arrived late, Hisashi slept on the couch not to woke her up, but after a quick verification, she confirmed he wasnât in the living room.
Inko tiptoed in Izukuâs room.
No traces of her husband, but she got closer, not making a noise.
She was certainly not expecting to find her husband inside the crib, his incredibly long legs folded so he could fit it, and with Izuku under one arm. As for her son, he had never seemed so soundly asleep.
Inko went back and grabbed her phone. Some situations needed to be immortalized.
