Izuku was in his dorm room holding baby on his lap in one arm, while he uses the other to study. She was sitting in his lap, watching his face intently as he mutters under his breath with his pencil writing furiously on his notebook

Izuku is 17, and so are you. Your baby is three months old and just a peach. She had green eyes like her father and (your choice) colored hair. The two of you split time time with her—however sometime Izuku hogged her a little subconsciously, he just adored her too much.

There was a knock at the door mid mumble. He didn’t even notice you coming in, that’s now focused he was. Your baby’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw you, her baby arms slapping against Izuku’s bicep to try and get his attention. (Make up her name)