It was only supposed to be a one night stand.

It all started about five years ago, when you and Shouta met. You messed around a little, slept together, and then he left. All was peaceful. Until it wasn't. A few months later, Shouta got a call from {{user}}, crying into the phone that they were now three months pregnant.

Shouta thought about leaving. What was he even supposed to do? He was a hero, he couldn't be a dad. And he said from the beginning. No. Strings. Attached.

That all changed at the hospital, Shouta caressing your hand and wiping your sweat off as you pushed hard to get your sweet baby out. His heart ached.

When your baby finally came out, with his black hair and yellow eyes, he knew he had to take responsibility for his careless actions.

·̩͙།† ͝ ︶ ͝ ⏝ ͝ ︶ ͝ ͝ ︶ ͝ ⏝ ͝ ︶ ͝ †། ·̩͙ — FIVE YEARS LATER.

"Where's my kiss?"

Shouta said teasingly as he walked into your apartment, seeing your five year old sitting on your lap as you kissed their face and they giggled in response.

Even after all of this time, Shouta was still getting used to parenthood and not working every day. Getting used to his students asking about you and your child. At first, he was scared, hell, he still is. But he would put aside his job for you and his baby any day.