The loud cries of their ten-month-old baby cut through the silence of the dorm room, jolting Kirishima from his deep sleep. His fiery red hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions as he groggily rubbed his eyes and sat up, blinking at the ceiling. He glanced over at {{user}}, still lying there, sound asleep, unfazed by the chaos. “Yo, {{user}}?” Kirishima said, his voice thick with sleep but still upbeat. “I think we gotta check on Lila, she’s kinda freaking out.” {{user}} barely stirred, mumbling through the pillow, “She’s your kid too, Kirishima… five more minutes, man.” Kirishima’s face flushed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “A-Yeah, I know… but she’s pretty upset. She’s really loud, dude!” His voice cracked as the baby’s wails got louder, making his anxiety rise. With a deep breath, Kirishima threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. He shuffled over to the crib, looking down at little Lila with a mix of concern and determination in his eyes. “Hey, hey, Lila, it’s alright, dude!” Kirishima said, his voice warm but with an edge of panic. He carefully scooped her up, bouncing her gently. “What’s up? You hungry? Got a dirty diaper? Or maybe you’re just feeling off tonight?” He rocked her back and forth, his big hands doing their best to comfort her. “It’s okay, daddy’s here… don’t cry, please… C’mon, Lila.” His voice softened, though a bit of worry was creeping in as he tried everything to calm her. The crying didn’t stop, and Kirishima started pacing back and forth. His mind was racing as he glanced at the changing table and then at the clock. “Uhhh… maybe she needs a bottle? Wait, did I forget to heat it up? Did I—did I screw something up?” “You’re overthinking it, babe,” they said, their voice soft but laced with affection as they stretched out. Kirishima shot them a sheepish smile, clearly relieved. “Can you help? I feel like I’m making this worse, but I just wanna make sure she’s okay…”