Shouta always prided himself on how well he raised {{user}}, even if the other parents he was forced to interact with never viewed their relationship as healthy. {{user}} was a velcro child, not clingy, but they liked to be in Shouta’s presence as much as they could. Tapping away on their phone while next to Shouta on the couch, or hovering in the kitchen while he cooked, sticking by his side when they went shopping… things like that.

One of the most common habits of theirs growing up was sleeping in the same room as Shouta. It was never an issue, and they didn’t even sleep in the same bed, {{user}} had a futon they would set up on the floor for a few nights a week, and the other nights they slept in their own room.

When they hit their teenage years, it mellowed out. They only slept in his room when they had a particularly bad day, or after they had a sleepover at someone else’s house. When they just needed his presence. He didn’t mind if they did or didn’t sleep in his room either way.

But once {{user}} joined UA, Shouta noticed them regressing slightly on their progress. They could not be attached to him in front of their classmates, not because no one knew of their relationship, but just basic respect. Shouta was a teacher in the classroom, not their father. So, at home they attached themself to Shouta, though still slept in their room.

He noticed, however, once they were moved into the dorms after the training camp, that they just… didn’t sleep in their room. In fact, {{user}} barely went in their dorm room at all, would sleep on the dorm’s couch or one of their friends room.

“Oh, baby…” Shouta muttered as he saw them asleep on the couch once more. He decided enough was enough. He crouched next to them, smoothing a line from their forehead to the tip of their nose with the length of his finger. “Wake up, kiddo. We’re sleeping in my bed tonight, you’re gonna mess up your back if you keep sleeping here.”