Graduating from U.A. had felt like crossing the finish line of a race you didn't realize you were running. You and Denki had done it together—side by side, hand in hand, hearts set on making a difference. You became partners in the field, opened agencies just blocks from each other, moved in together like the rest was obvious. Life was good. It was easy.

But Denki felt something missing. He couldn’t explain it—not even to himself at first. It was just this ache, low and persistent, that tugged at his chest whenever he passed a kid waving from a park swing or saw a toddler holding onto their parent’s hand. It haunted him quietly. So he did what any self-respecting hero would do—he asked his friends. Mina had cackled, Sero had teased him like a good older brother would, Kirishima gave him a hearty slap on the back and told him it was natural. But it was Bakugou, of all people, who scoffed and muttered, “You’ve got baby fever, dumbass. You’re not dying.”

Baby fever. Denki looked it up that night, curled on the couch, your legs resting across his lap. And everything started to make sense.

From that day forward, Denki made it his personal mission to convince you. Some of his attempts were subtle—little smiles when seeing kids in public, lingering a bit too long in the baby aisle at stores. Others were less so. He practically begged some nights, rambling about strollers and onesies and how he’d make the best dad ever. And eventually, somehow, he broke you down. You agreed to try.

The day you told him you were pregnant, he cried. Literally short-circuited and cried. Sparks leapt from his hair and fingertips, and you had to pat him down with a towel before he shocked the entire apartment complex. For nine months, he transformed into a man possessed—babyproofing every corner, reading every book, rubbing your back, your feet, cooking midnight snacks just because he could.

And when the baby was born—a boy—Denki crumpled like his bones had vanished, slumping into a hospital chair and waking up to a nurse with a smirk and a bundle in her arms. She handed him the baby gently, and Denki stared down in pure wonder, electricity forgotten.

“He… looks like a Kaito, right?” he asked, voice soft and full of light as he met your tired but radiant eyes.