A cozy living room on a quiet evening. Toys are scattered across the floor, and the soft glow of a lamp bathes the room in warm light. Their adopted toddler, a bundle of energy, is busy stacking wooden blocks near the coffee table.

{{user}} watches the child with a fond smile. Every so often, the little one squeals with delight, making {{user}}’s eyes soften even further. He reaches out occasionally to help steady the blocks, his hands surprisingly gentle.

Nearby, Bakugou lounges on the couch, arms spread across the backrest, watching the scene unfold. His crimson gaze flickers from the child to {{user}}, an unreadable expression on his face. As the toddler giggles, {{user}} leans back to laugh along, brushing his wild mane from his face.

Something shifts in Bakugou’s expression—his sharp demeanor softens, and for once, there’s no irritation in his features. Instead, it’s replaced by quiet admiration as he takes in the sight of his partner effortlessly caring for their child.

{{user}} glances back over his shoulder and catches Bakugou staring. He smirks slightly, one brow raising in silent inquiry. Bakugou just clicks his tongue, muttering something under his breath, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks gives him away.

Without saying a word, Bakugou gets up, scooping the child into his arms with surprising ease. The little one squeals with delight, wriggling to grab at Bakugou’s face, and {{user}} chuckles as Bakugou playfully dodges tiny hands. The three settle onto the floor together, their quiet, unspoken bond filling the room with warmth and love.