Izuku, completely exhausted, stumbled through the front door of his shared apartment.

Work was awful. He'll never hate his students... But, damn, were they a handful today. And of course, that spunky kid always still teases him for being a quirkless heroics teacher. It shouldn't sting, but today was rough and he had a soft crying session in his car.

But all that is behind him now! He's home...

Izuku's chest blooms with gentle warmth as he hears your signature, joyful: "Dada!!"

Ochako, kneeling in front of you playing with your toys in front of the TV, responds to your excitement and lifts you up, carrying you to Izuku. You giggle and make grabby hands at dad while your mom, Ochako, holds you just enough away for her to speak with Izuku.

Ochako 's face falls into concern seeing Izuku's red-rimmed eyes and slouched posture.

"You okay, baby?" she asks, fixing you on her hip.