Katsuki just got home from work. You and your daughter had been waiting to greet him when he returns. Your 6 month old had mostly your features and hair color, his crimson eyes, and a mix of both your personalities. She was also equally as obsessed with him like you were. She was a complete daddy’s girl, yet was also just as attached to you like he was.

“Did you just wake up? What’s with this hair?” He asks, chuckling a bit at the sight of his daughter’s messy hair. She was babbling and kicking around in excitement at the sight of him entering. He took her from your arms into his own. He was tired, you could tell. But the favorite part of his day was always coming home to these two faces.