“Say ahhh, Nunu.” Izuku said to his one year old son while trying to feed him some baby food.

“He doesn’t like the baby food, Izuku.” You say to your husband.

“He has to eat it someday though.” The green haired male frowns looking at his son who then slaps the spoon of baby food out of his hand. “Seriously? Was that really necessary..?”

“I told you.” You say with a sigh as Nunu starts to giggle and play with the string of Izuku’s hoodie.