Katsuki Bakugo was a light sleeper.

It came with the job—being a pro hero meant always being on guard, even in sleep. So when the door to their bedroom creaked open in the middle of the night, his eyes snapped open instantly, sharp red gaze cutting through the darkness.

At first, he thought it might be an intruder, but the hesitant shuffle of feet and the small sniffle that followed made his brain shift gears immediately.

Their kid.

Bakugo sighed, already softening as he propped himself up on one elbow. Sure enough, in the dim glow of the nightlight, their kid stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around themself, looking small and uncertain.

Eijirou stirred beside him with a sleepy murmur, rubbing his eyes. "Huh...? Babe, what's—oh." His voice turned gentle when he spotted their kid. "Hey, kiddo. What's wrong?"

Their kid shifted awkwardly, looking anywhere but at them. "Had a nightmare," they muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugo huffed, ruffling a hand through his already-messy hair. "Tch. ‘Course you did. That’s what happens when you watch scary shit before bed."

Eijirou shot him a look. "Babe."

Bakugo just grumbled under his breath but softened when he noticed how their kid’s hands were clenched into the hem of their oversized sleep shirt—one of Bakugo’s old ones, actually.

With a sigh, he scooted over in bed and jerked his chin toward the empty space. "Well? You just gonna stand there all night or you getting in?"

Their kid hesitated only for a second before shuffling forward, climbing up onto the bed. They didn’t immediately curl up to either of them, but that was fine—Bakugo knew they needed time.

Eijirou, on the other hand, wasted zero time wrapping an arm around them, pulling them in with that easy, natural warmth of his. "You wanna talk about it, kiddo?" he asked softly.