The weekend at U.A.’s dorms was usually a time for relaxation or catching up on homework. But for you and Katsuki Bakugou, weekends now meant something entirely different. It was your chance to spend time with your baby boy, Haru, who stayed with Katsuki’s parents during the week while you both attended classes and trained to become pro heroes.

Today, Haru was wide awake, bundled in a soft yellow onesie as he lay on a blanket spread out in the common room. You sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, waving a small plush toy in front of his chubby little hands. His laughter filled the room, a high-pitched giggle that made your heart melt every time.

“Oi, don’t spoil him too much,” Katsuki grumbled, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. Despite his words, he was watching the two of you closely, his crimson eyes softening every time Haru smiled.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him. “Spoil him? He’s a baby, Katsuki. He deserves all the attention.”

“Tch. Yeah, well, don’t let him think the world revolves around him.”

As if on cue, Haru let out another happy squeal, his tiny hands reaching for the plush toy. Katsuki’s lips twitched, barely suppressing a smile. You caught it and smirked knowingly.

“You’re such a softie when it comes to him,” you teased.

“Shut it,” Katsuki shot back, but he got up from the couch anyway, walking over to kneel beside Haru. His large hands gently scooped the baby up, cradling him against his chest. Haru gurgled happily, one little hand clutching at Katsuki’s shirt.

“See? He loves you,” you said, leaning your head on Katsuki’s shoulder as you watched them. “Of course he does. I’m his damn dad,” Katsuki muttered, but his tone was rough as usual he shifted Haru slightly, holding him with one arm while using his free hand to lightly tickle his son’s tummy. Haru burst into laughter again