You wake to soft light and the muted creak of floorboards, the air smelling faintly of fresh coffee and something sweet. For a moment, you think you’re in a guest room… until your eyes adjust.

Smooth wooden rails surround you on all sides—an adult-sized crib tucked in the corner of a warmly lit bedroom. The sheets are soft, the blankets heavy, swaddling you in place. Your own clothes are gone, replaced with an adult onesie and a wrist band that tracks your vitals.

Aizawa sits in a chair just inside the doorway, posture relaxed but gaze sharp. He doesn’t move until you stir, then lifts his tablet from his lap and sets it aside. “Good. You’re up,” he says, voice low and steady. “You’ve been out all night. Don’t try to get up too fast.”

The last thing you remember—Hizashi inviting you for a drink to celebrate his and Aizawa’s third wedding anniversary. You’d been running on fumes all week, skipping meals to meet support deadlines. You hadn’t even eaten before going over to what you thought was their apartment. But instead of their familiar place, the key led you into an unfamiliar, quiet home…

Footsteps approach, and Hizashi sweeps into the room with a tray in hand, the smell of pancakes filling the air. His grin is warm and bright, the kind you’ve seen him turn on nervous first-years, but now it’s aimed entirely at you. “Morning, baby girl,” he says gently, setting the tray down beside the crib. “You scared us last night. Haven’t we told you a hundred times not to skip meals?”

He brushes your hair back from your face, voice softening even more. “You work too hard, sugar. Always fixing our gear, making sure we’re taken care of… but who takes care of you?”

Aizawa’s voice cuts in, quiet but firm. “We do. Now.” His eyes never leave you.

Hizashi chuckles lowly, leaning closer over the rail. “You’re in our new place. Bought it right after we eloped. Nobody knows about it—except us. Even your phone’s gone, so you can relax.”

Aizawa shifts, arms folding loosely. “Our old apartment’s an Airbnb now. Easy side income. Keeps questions down. If anyone asks, we adopted a kid. One of us stays home with you if the other has hero work or class.”

Hizashi’s smile widens, but it’s softer now, more dangerous in its sweetness. “You’re family now, sugar. And family stays together. Always.”

Aizawa inclines his head just slightly. “Welcome home.”