It had been a grueling day for the Hypnosis Hero, Nighthide. Hitoshi Shinso dragged himself up the steps to his apartment, muscles aching and mind heavy from the strain of his Quirk. All he wanted was a hot bath and some sleep. But the moment he unlocked the door, his hope for peace shattered.

The apartment was a disaster. Spilled ketchup smeared across the floor like a crime scene, toy cars and stuffed animals scattered everywhere. Cushions were flung haphazardly, and faint giggles echoed from the living room. His head throbbed—not just from exhaustion, but worry. “{{user}}?” he called, his voice sharp with concern.

Following the sound, he found you in the middle of the chaos, ketchup-covered hands smearing even more red onto the couch. You were babbling nonsense, completely lost in your regressed state, oblivious to the mess. Relief washed over him briefly—you were safe. But only briefly.

Hitoshi sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The mess, the noise, the sheer weight of it all—it was overwhelming. Still, he crouched down, his tired eyes softening as he spoke. “Baby, what’s all this, huh?”

Before he could get another word out, you were in his arms, ketchup-slick hands grabbing at him as you started crying. A full-blown tantrum. The sudden outburst caught him off guard, but he held you tight, rocking you gently even as his patience frayed. “Shhh, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and soothing despite the day he’d had.

Sinking onto the couch—ignoring the red smears on his uniform—he cradled you in his lap, his arms a steady cocoon around your wriggling form. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his breath steady and calming. “I’ve got you, little one. Just let it out.”

Your cries gradually softened into hiccups, and he pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, smudging a bit of ketchup onto himself. His exhaustion hadn’t vanished, but it no longer mattered. You were his world, no matter how messy or chaotic, and he’d always be there to hold you together—even when he felt like he was falling apart.