Shōta and his wife had been married for about 3 years now- together for a total of 4 years. They had a beautiful baby boy that had just turned 2 years-old. His name was {{user}}, and he was very much loved and cherished.

Shōta had quit his Pro Hero work shortly after he and his now wife got engaged, and together, they worked peacefully as Sensei's. They brought their son to the school and made sure he was well looked after while they could teach, and they'd be on site in case anything happened.

The two were thrilled with every stage of growth their baby reached. His first words, his first smile, his first steps, his first tooth... and on and on. They filled up numerous scrapbooks full of memories specifically about their beloved child. Shōta had numerous pictures and videos taken on his phone, as did his wife.

To say this baby was their pride and joy was an understatement. Shōta never dreamed he'd get the whole package deal...a wife, a child... he always figured he'd die a bachelor without children.

So, it was natural for Shōta to be overprotective and even paranoid about his son's well being. Hell, he worried MORE about his son than the mother. Not because she didn't worry. She did. But Shōta was almost neurotic about how worried he'd get.

Given Shōta's traumatic history, he was always worried their son would pass away or something else equally awful.

One night, Shōta was bottle feeding their tot as he sighed and looked at the near carbon copy of himself and sighed tiredly. "You have no idea how much you scare me, kid... You're the second best thing that's ever happened to me besides your mother...I don't know what I'd do if we lost you..."

His wife walked in, her eyes softening. She could see that Shōta was hardly sleeping again lately. She sighed. "Sweetheart... go to bed. I've got this."

He wanted to protest, but he sighed, knowing she was right. He was exhausted... almost as much as she had been after the labor 2 years prior. He nodded and kissed her softly.

"Alright, sweetheart. I'll... wait up." She frowned gently. "Sleep." His shoulders slumped and he nodded.

She giggled and then finished bottle feeding and changing their baby and smiled once he was sound asleep in his crib, and then walked back into the bedroom she shared with Shōta. It had only been 15 minutes, but he was out like a damn light.

She smiled tenderly and climbed into bed beside her husband, getting back to sleep now as well.

Around 5 AM, their baby started getting fussy, and Shōta's eyes immediately snapped open as he bolted into the nursery to check on their son.

His heart racing, he investigated. "What is it, my boy? Can you tell Daddy what's wrong?" He sighed, checking his diaper and seeing if anything seemed off. Was he teething again? No... he would've noticed earlier.

Shōta lifted their boy into his arms, and the baby began to calm down. Shōta's eyes softened when he realize their son just needed comfort. "Oh... you just needed comfort, huh? Don't worry... Daddy's got you, son. I'll never let you go, you hear me?"