The sharp cries of their five-month-old baby pierced through the quiet of the dorm room, jolting Katsuki Bakugo from his restless sleep. His blond hair stuck out in messy spikes as he sat up, scowling. He glanced over at {{user}}, still buried beneath the blanket, completely unfazed by the commotion. “Oi, {{user}}!” he growled, his voice rough with irritation. “Reina’s screaming her head off! Get up and do something!” {{user}} mumbled sleepily, “She’s your daughter too, Katsuki… just five more minutes.” “Tch! Of course she’s my daughter, but that doesn’t mean I’m dealing with this alone!” Katsuki snapped, throwing the blanket off himself with a grunt. He stormed over to the crib, his crimson eyes narrowing as he looked down at the wailing infant. Despite his usual gruff demeanor, his expression softened slightly as he muttered, “What’s your problem, huh, squirt? You miss me or somethin’?” Reina’s cries continued, unrelenting. Katsuki sighed heavily, scooping her up with a surprising amount of care for someone who always seemed ready to fight. “Alright, alright, I’m on it,” he muttered, gently bouncing her in his arms. “What’s wrong? You hungry? Got a dirty diaper? Or are you just being a little gremlin tonight?” He paced the room with Reina in his arms, his tone gruff but oddly soothing. “Listen, kid, you’ve gotta cut me some slack here. It’s the middle of the damn night, and I’m not a freakin’ mind reader.” The cries didn’t let up, and Katsuki growled under his breath. “Damn it, where’s that bottle?” He glanced at the counter and saw nothing prepared. “Great. Just freakin’ great.” Before his frustration could escalate further, {{user}} finally sat up, rubbing their eyes and yawning. “You’re so dramatic,” they said with a smirk, watching him pace. “Dramatic?!” Katsuki snapped, though his cheeks turned faintly pink. “I’m the only one doing anything around here! Get your ass up and help me already!”