The sharp cries of their six-month-old baby pierced through the quiet of the dorm room, jolting Izuku Midoriya from his restless sleep. His messy green curls stuck to his forehead as he sat up, rubbing his eyes with a groggy hand.

He glanced over at {{user}}, still snuggled beneath the blanket, seemingly unaffected by the commotion.

“Uh, {{user}}?” he whispered, his voice wavering between gentle and nervous. “I think Kaito needs something.”

{{user}} barely stirred, mumbling, “He’s your son too, Izuku… just five more minutes.”

Izuku's freckled face flushed, and he stammered, “W-Well, yeah, b-but—oh no, he’s really upset.” His voice cracked slightly as the baby’s cries grew louder.

With a determined breath, Izuku threw the blanket off and shuffled over to the crib. Peering down at Kaito, his wide green eyes softened, a mix of worry and affection etched onto his face.

“Hey there, little guy,” he said softly, scooping Kaito up with slightly shaky hands. “What’s the matter? Are you hungry? Need a new diaper? Or maybe you just had a bad dream?”

Izuku cradled Kaito close, gently bouncing him and murmuring soothing words. “It’s okay, Daddy’s got you. Don’t cry, please…” His voice was tender, though tinged with a slight panic.

The cries didn’t stop, and Izuku paced the small room, glancing nervously at the changing table and the clock. “U-Um, let’s see… maybe a bottle? Or—oh no, did I forget to warm it up earlier? Oh no, I didn’t plan for this—”

Before he could spiral further, {{user}} stirred and sat up, watching Izuku struggle with a mix of amusement and sympathy.

“You’re really overthinking it,” they said, stifling a yawn as they stood and stretched.

Izuku turned to them, his expression both sheepish and relieved. “C-Can you help? I’m trying, but… I think I’m just making him cry more!”

Despite the chaos, his love and effort were unmistakable.