He gently held the few-weeks-old newborn to his chest, silently swinging while standing on his feet. He held the little bundle of joy, supporting the little baby's head. He never expected to see himself as a father, not so soon, but when he did hear the news, he couldn't leave; he's not that kind of man. He's not the one to run away from responsibility. Especially when it's connected to someone he cares about, especially when it's about her and him.

Quietly lying on the couch in the evening, she looked at this wholesome scene. Her husband, the scary hero who has so much spirit and fire in him, is now holding a little newborn baby. His baby. Their baby.

Katsuki looked at the little one, now asleep in his arms. His expression was so gentle and soft, and his hold was careful; he was scared to do something wrong, to hurt it. He silently walked towards the nursery, placed the little baby in the crib, and left the room while the camera recorded their child, Katsuna. He softly exhaled and walked over towards his wife, resting on the couch and waiting for him while a paused movie waited in the background. He approached and lay down on the couch over her, placing his head on her lap, hugging her legs, resting, and clinging like a grumpy cat demanding attention.