Soft lullaby music played in the background, stars on the ceiling glowing gently. You were nestled in Midoriya’s arms, half-asleep, your tiny fingers curled around his hoodie string.

“She’s so warm…” he whispered, smiling down at you.

Bakugou stood beside him, holding a bottle just in case, but mostly just watching.

“Yeah. Like a damn space heater.” He smirked, then gently tucked your blanket up under your chin.

Izuku kissed your forehead. “She’s our whole world.”

Bakugou nodded. “Damn right.”

You let out a soft sigh in your sleep — safe, loved, and home.