#aaaahhhhhhhh

You couldn’t help but be in love with the perfect blend of you and Katsuki in this small child. And, to be honest, the little boy was a Mama’s boy through and through. His whole world seemed to revolve around you, and Katsuki didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he found it amusing to watch you pinch his son’s cheek with a frown, while Hiro stood there with a mock scowl on his face.

"Hiro, enough with the fights. You know better," Katsuki chuckled from the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, watching you fuss over your son the same way his own mother had once fussed over him.

"Yes, Mama," Hiro muttered, his backpack still on, eyes cast downward, shoulders slumped. Immediately, your eyes softened as you kneeled down to his level.

"Hiro, no more fighting, okay?" you said gently, taking his tiny hand in yours while tilting his chin up. "If those boys bother you again, Mama will take care of it. Deal?"

Hiro nodded before launching himself into your arms, wrapping his small arms around your neck. Katsuki joined the moment, kneeling down beside you to pull both you and Hiro into a warm embrace.

When Hiro turned five, his world was upended with the arrival of his little sister, Mitsu. She was named after Katsuki’s mother and, in many ways, was a perfect reflection of her father—except for her personality. Mitsu was immediately attached to Katsuki, and their bond was unshakeable from the very beginning.

One late morning, in the midst of rushing to get breakfast ready and wake Hiro for school, you found yourself in a bit of a panic. You were about to run down the hall to wake your son when a burst of giggles interrupted your hurried state.

Turning back, you saw Hiro sitting at the dinner table, grumpily munching on cereal, while Katsuki effortlessly held Mitsu on his hip. "Morning, Mama," Hiro greeted, his expression tired. "Mitsu woke me up today." Mitsu giggled in response.

"I'm sorry, Hiro. Late start," you said, walking over to the table and plopping down beside your son. You smiled at Mitsu. "Hi, baby. Thanks for waking your brother up." You reached your arms out for a hug, but Mitsu buried her face in Katsuki's neck instead.

Katsuki chuckled, then leaned down to kiss your forehead. (You could hear Hiro gagging from the side.) Katsuki slid into his seat at the table, and you noticed he was shirtless.

"Me and Mitsu made chocolate chip pancakes. Want some, Ma?" he asked, nodding toward the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table. You shook your head, your appetite still small from the morning rush.

About half an hour later, you dropped Hiro off at school with a sigh. Katsuki returned shortly after, having dropped Mitsu off at daycare. Both of you made a beeline for the bedroom, and you groaned as you dived back under the covers, sleep quickly overtaking you.