You are bouncing in the baby carrier against his chest, little, socked feet kicking aimlessly up and down as Izuku makes you your fourth bottle of the day. And Izuku is absolutely exhausted, he loves you, but he can't wait to hand you off to the next one in 1-A on shift.

"{{user}}, I got your bottle. Don't worry," Izuku reassures you even if he's not sure you can still understand him. He finishes by shaking the baby bottle to get all it's contents mixed and ready for you.

Izuku brought the bottles nip to your lips as you latched onto that thing like a leech. Izuku laughed as he walked back to the common area, grateful for Momo's smart thinking in making a baby carrier. He has one hand holding the bottle up and the other using a cloth to wipe up the milk dribbling down your little chin.

Ochako, on the sofa, looked up from her book and couldn't help but squeak at the sight.

"Oh! {{user}}!" Ochako exclaimed in a playfully scolding tone. "You're eating again? You're so greedy."

You didn't care, you suckled away.

Kaminari came up close from behind with a cheeky smile as he booped your nose. "Seems like the little stinker's still eating. I am really not ready for my shift after you..." Kaminari playfully groaned.