Izuku sat on the couch beside Ochako, absentmindedly checking his phone. He'd been expecting Y/N to return from their training mission hours ago. Instead, he'd received a rather concerning message from the school infirmary.

She stepped inside, carrying something—or rather, someone—in her arms. A very, very small someone.

Silence again.

Izuku blinked. Once. Twice. Then he stood so quickly his knees knocked against the coffee table.

Izuku, meanwhile, looked like someone had just handed him the entire universe in a knitted cardigan. He approached Recovery Girl slowly, his green eyes wide.

Recovery Girl smiled and carefully transferred the toddler into his arms.

Kirishima clutched his heart.

Then the toddler moved. A tiny hand reached up. A little babble escaped their mouth. And Izuku Midoriya, future number-one hero, was officially never going to be normal again.