Since you’re down for asks...is there anyway you could give us a little preview of your whumptober content?
Well, well, well, I’m glad you asked!
A taste of some Dadmight?
His fingers unclasp around the bunched plastic as he doesn’t pay attention to his chore any longer, the loud crashing sound of the trash hitting the metal wall loud and startling.
Not to him, of course.
But to the small body that huddles directly next to the cold metal, chipping paint from years of use gathered in shavings around their feet.
With brow furrowed, Toshinori steps sideways, meaning to get a better glance at the little person that shakes now with fear, perhaps the loud noise waking them from what could not have been any sort of peaceful slumber.
Or perhaps they shake with the cold.
Hint, it’s Izuku. 😛
