— IZUKU COMING HOME TO HIS SLEEPING WIFE AND SON
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warnings: absolutely none. zero. pure unadulterated tooth-rotting fluff. local hero is devastatingly in love with his family, more at 11. casual mentions of paperwork and exhaustion but that’s literally it.
The key turned in the lock with a soft, metallic click that sounded way too loud in the quiet of the apartment.
Izuku slipped inside, shoulders dropping the absolute second the door closed behind him. It had been a long day. The kind of day where your bones feel heavy and your mind is just a blur of paperwork, patrol routes, and trying to explain to a rookie why you can't just smash through a building to catch a petty thief.
He kicked off his boots, sighing as he padded into the hallway in his socks. The apartment was dark, save for the faint, warm amber glow of the kitchen nightlight and a sliver of light escaping from the cracked living room door.
He followed the light. Obviously. Because he’s a moth to the flame when it comes to his family.
Izuku pushed the door open an extra inch, and his heart just… melted. Completely liquefied. There was nothing left but mush.
There, sprawled out on the couch under a giant, fluffy All Might throw blanket (a housewarming gift from All Might himself that Izuku will defend with his life), were you and your four-year-old son, Haru.
Haru was completely dead to the world, face pressed right into your side, one chubby little hand gripping the front of your shirt like he was holding on for dear life. He had inherited his dad’s unruly curls, which were currently sticking up in every single direction imaginable. And you were slumped against the arm of the couch, one arm wrapped securely around Haru’s waist, your breathing slow and even. A half-finished book was resting dangerously close to slipping off your lap onto the floor.
Izuku just stood there for a solid minute, a soft, ridiculous smile spreading across his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, his thumb brushing against his collarbone, just taking it in. This is mine, he thought, and the sheer weight of how lucky he was hit him all over again.
He stepped into the room, making sure his footsteps were completely silent—a skill that usually served him well during stealth missions, but was currently being deployed solely to not wake up his sleeping treasures.
He knelt beside the couch, carefully picking up the book from your lap and placing it on the coffee table. Then, he leaned in.
First, a tiny, feather-light kiss to Haru’s forehead, right between his messy curls. Haru let out a tiny, soft sigh, his little nose twitching, but he didn’t wake up. He just shuffled closer to you.
Then, Izuku shifted his gaze to you. He reached out, his calloused, scarred fingers being incredibly gentle as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingered on your cheekbone, smoothing over your skin.
"Hey," he whispered, so quietly it was barely a breath.
Your eyelashes fluttered, and you blinked sleepily, the ambient light catching the haze in your eyes. It took you a second to register him, but when you did, your lips curved into that soft, sleepy smile that always made Izuku’s chest ache in the best way.
"Mmh… 'Zuku," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. You tried to shift to give him space, but Haru let out a tiny whine, tightening his grip on your shirt.
"Don't move, don't move, it's okay," Izuku quickly whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you still. "Stay comfortable. I've got you."
He leaned down and kissed you properly—soft, slow, and lingering, tasting like home and warmth. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours for a second, just breathing you in. The scent of your laundry detergent and the faint smell of the tea you’d probably had earlier completely washed away the lingering stress of his day.
"You're late," you murmured, your eyes already half-closed again.
"I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Reports took longer than expected," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He ran his hand down your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go back to sleep."
"In a few minutes. I'm just gonna change."
He kissed the tip of your nose, making you huff a little laugh, before he carefully pulled the All Might blanket up a little higher, tucking it securely around both you and Haru.
Izuku stood up, looking down at his wife and his son, completely at peace. He might be the Number One Hero to the rest of the world, but standing in his quiet living room, looking at the two people who held his entire universe in their hands?
Yeah. He had already won.
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