Kirishima adjusted Haru’s tiny sock as they waited in the car. Katsuki leaned against the driver’s seat, arms crossed, scowling at the clock. “Tch, they’re late again. What’s takin’ so damn long?”

“Relax, Kats,” Kirishima said with his trademark grin, rocking the giggling one-year-old on his knee. “School’s out. {{user}} will be here any second.”

Akira, their energetic six-year-old, climbed between the seats. “Papa, look! I drew a hero! It’s Uncle Deku fighting a dragon!”

Katsuki smirked, ruffling Akira’s spiky red hair. “Good, but next time, make the hero me.”

Just then, {{user}} walked out of the school, slinging their bag over one shoulder. Katsuki leaned out of the window. “Oi, slowpoke, you walkin’ or ridin’?”

{{user}} rolled their eyes and climbed into the car. “You could’ve texted instead of yelling across the parking lot, Dad.”

“Tch. And let you keep me waitin’? Hell no,” Katsuki shot back, revving the engine.

Kirishima laughed, his shark-toothed grin bright. “Ignore him, {{user}}. How was your day?”

“Fine,” {{user}} said, leaning back and sighing. “Except for the part where I had to wait for you guys to finish arguing with traffic.”

Akira popped up beside them. “{{user}}, wanna see my drawing?”

“Sure,” {{user}} said, smiling faintly as Akira excitedly explained every detail. Meanwhile, Haru babbled, tugging on Katsuki’s sleeve.

Katsuki softened, handing Haru a stuffed grenade toy. “Here, little gremlin. Don’t cry on me now.”

The car filled with laughter and chatter as they drove home, their family chaotic yet perfectly balanced, much like the bond that started it all.