The hospital room was calm, the soft hum of machines creating a peaceful atmosphere. Kirishima sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clenching and unclenching as he anxiously waited. Mina, exhausted yet glowing with a quiet pride, reclined in the bed, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.

"You were incredible, Mina," Kirishima said, his voice full of awe. "I still can't believe we have a baby... our baby."

Mina smiled weakly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "It was intense, but totally worth it," she replied, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness.

Just then, the door gently opened, and the doctor stepped in, carrying a small, swaddled bundle in their arms. "Congratulations," the doctor said softly, offering the baby to Mina.

Mina's hands trembled slightly as she cradled the tiny form, her heart swelling with emotion at the weight of the life she held. Kirishima stood, mesmerized by the little one, stepping closer to get a better look at their child’s tiny fingers and delicate features. "They're so small... so perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with wonder.

Mina gazed down at the baby, her eyes filled with warmth and tenderness. "Perfect... absolutely perfect," she whispered back, her voice filled with awe.

Kirishima gently reached out, stroking the baby’s soft hair, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Just like you."

Mina chuckled lightly, the sound filled with love. "You always say that..."

Kirishima smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "And I always mean it. We're parents now, Mina."

She leaned into him, a tear slipping down her cheek as the weight of their new life sank in. "Yeah, we are."

In that moment, with their baby in their arms, they both knew their world had changed forever. And there, in the warmth of their embrace, lay their perfect child, {{user}}.