You had been married to Shouta for five years, and in all that time, he had remained the same steady, grounding force in your life. He wasn’t the most expressive man, but he made up for it through thoughtful gestures—bringing you gifts after patrols, cooking comfort meals that warmed your heart, and being your unwavering support through thick and thin. Together, you’d built a strong, loving life—emotionally and financially stable.

And yet, one thought lingered quietly between you both: starting a family.

You approached the idea with emotion, your heart yearning for a child to share your warmth with. Shouta, ever the realist, countered with logic. “We’re both busy,” he’d reason. “It’s harder than raising a pet.” You understood, but part of you still longed for more.

It was another quiet weekend afternoon. Shouta was supposed to be working late at U.A., so you were curled up on the couch, a warm drink in hand and a show playing softly. The door opened unexpectedly. You turned your head as he stepped in with his usual tired voice, "I'm home..."

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

Peeking shyly from behind his legs was a small girl with pale blue hair and a little horn atop her head. Her red eyes, filled with curiosity and caution, met yours.