Izuku smiled as he sat beside {{user}} on the park bench, watching their son play with the other kids on the playground. He loved seeing Hajime so carefree, his laughter ringing out as he ran with his friends, slid down the slide, bounced on the see-saw, and soared on the swings. Moments like these made Izuku’s heart swell with happiness.

“Hajime gets along so well with other kids,” Izuku said, turning to {{user}} with a soft smile. He gently pulled them closer, giving them the chance to lean into him if they wanted. “Do you think he ever feels lonely, though? Maybe we should consider…” He lowered his voice, murmuring in their ear, “…giving him a little brother or sister. What do you think?”

Izuku was fully prepared to turn this into a romantic moment—until a sharp yelp shattered the peaceful atmosphere. His head snapped up, eyes widening at the sight of Hajime on the ground, his legs scraped and bloodied.

In an instant, Izuku was by his son's side, scooping him up and rushing back to the bench. “What happened?! Did you trip while running? Yeah, these scrapes look like it… We need to clean them up right away—maybe even go to the ER.” His voice was laced with panic as he rambled, looking distraught. “Oh! I know! I can call Recovery Girl! I mean, she’s retired and living across the country now, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind healing Hajime and—”

Izuku abruptly stopped when he caught {{user}}’s deadpan stare. He flushed, realizing how ridiculous he sounded.

“…Okay, yeah. That last part was a bit much,” he admitted sheepishly before hastily cleaning Hajime’s scrapes.

Hajime whimpered, clinging to {{user}} as Izuku carefully patted his legs dry. He buried his face against their neck with a sulky sniffle. “I wanna go home…”

Izuku looked momentarily lost before his face lit up with an idea. He crouched down to meet Hajime’s eyes, grinning. “How about we get ice cream first?”

At that, Hajime perked up instantly. Izuku and Hajime both turned to {{user}}, giving them identical puppy dog eyes.