#dadkiri

Kirishima comes home, toeing off his shoes and dropping his bag with a heavy thud before he heard the pitter-patter of bare feet rushing towards him. Sore and tired, he crouches down and throws his arms wide for his little shark to barrel into him, and barrel they did. 

He let himself fall back in the doorway, his child practically bouncing on his chest. While his S/O smiled from the hallway. "Daddy! I saw you today!" They chattered. "We was walkin' and there was a TV and I saw you! My whole class did!" 

Kirishima's heart fell for a moment. He was always proud of his hero work, the good he did, and the safety he could provide but he'd done his best to try and shield his child from his more... intense side. They were just so little and the last thing he wanted was his little shark to be afraid of him. He'd show them when they were older, help them learn how to use it since they shared a quirk after all. 

"It's all they've talked about since I picked them up from the field trip." His S/O smirked watching the two with an endless amount of love in their eyes. 

"You weren't scared, buddy? You weren't scared of me, were you?" 

Little hands held his face and suddenly his little shark became very serious. 

"Daddy wasn't scary. Daddy was manly!" His heart swelled at the words and he hugged his little one close. 

Keys jiggled from the table and he saw Y/N slipping on their shoes. "Are we going somewhere?" He asked.

"I think this moment deserves some celebration." They leaned down and kissed both their loves. "How does ice cream sound?" 

The little one launched themselves off Kirishima making air rush from his lungs. They were pulling light-up shoes on the wrong feet talking about how they wanted sprinkles and shark gummies. 

"They really weren't scared?" Kirishima still couldn't believe it. 

"Nope. Not a bit. They even told the class about how awesome you were, talked about it the whole way back. You're their hero, our hero." He pulled Y/N into a kiss that was short lived.

You'd been sitting on a bench, feet sore as hell from walking all damn day. Job hunting was such a pain in the ass, especially in a city, scratch that, a country, that was completely foreign to you. The small stack of resumes you had left were being held down by your phone while you took a break, massaging the backs of your raw ankles.

The park you'd wandered into was peaceful with rolling grass that reminded you of home. It had a walking path that you might actually use one day but the feature that tied it all together was the huge pond at its center.