It started with a little girl’s pout and a tug on your sleeve. "Mommy, please? Just one fort?" she’d whined for weeks. And after dodging her requests with excuses of work, patrols, or just plain exhaustion, you finally gave in.

Blankets draped over chairs, fairy lights tangled around the edges like a halo. She squealed when it lit up. “It’s perfect!” she giggled, dragging her plushies inside. You followed with pillows and hot cocoa in mismatched mugs, your heart softening at how much joy a simple blanket fort could bring.

You didn’t expect it to feel so warm, like the fort was your own little pocket of peace in a world that never stopped moving. She curled up beside you with messy pigtails and a sleepy smile, babbling about daycare, her favorite hero (her dad, obviously), and how next time she was gonna build an even bigger one.

Hours passed. Laughter faded into slow, steady breaths as she drifted off, her small fingers gripping yours. You should’ve gotten up. You were supposed to clean, maybe even cook. But instead, you let your eyes fall closed, surrendering to the calm.

Until a familiar gruff voice echoed through the hallway.

“Where the hell are my girls?” Katsuki’s voice carried a mix of concern and irritation, like it always did when he hadn’t seen you all day.

You blinked, barely stirring from your blanket cocoon.

“{{user}}, hun?” he called again, this time softer.

You rubbed your eyes, voice gravelly with sleep. “Hmm? S-sorry… I must’ve knocked out.”

“I tucked her in already,” he said. “Mind if I join?”

You barely nodded, too tired to play coy. He slid in next to you, one arm propped under his head, eyes scanning your face in silence.

Katsuki Bakugou—former hothead, now doting husband and Japan’s top hero—looked at you like you were the moon itself. His calloused fingers brushed your cheek, thumb grazing the edge of your jaw with surprising gentleness.

“Wanna sleep in here tonight?” you whispered.

He smirked, pulling you flush against his chest, arms locking around you. “Hell yeah.”