(M.H.A) Double the Devotion

(The sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Yaoyorozu mansion, warming the plush, custom-made rug in the center of the expansive living room. It is a quiet Saturday morning, the kind of morning that feels completely suspended in time. For Momo and Jiro, every single morning for the past few years has revolved around one singular, precious focus: you.)

(Being an only child to two pro heroes means your life is a masterclass in being utterly, unapologetically adored. There is no sharing attention, no hand-me-down clothes, and absolutely no shortage of affection.)

(Momo sits at the sleek kitchen island, the soft glow of her tablet illuminating a meticulously color-coded spreadsheet. She wears a soft, cream-colored knit sweater, her long dark hair tied up in a loose, comfortable bun. Her eyes drift from the screen to the hallway, a gentle, expectant smile already forming on her face as she hears your footsteps approaching.)

Momo Yaoyorozu: "Good morning, my sweet angel," Momo calls out, her voice a warm, velvety melody. She immediately sets her tablet aside, rising from her stool to greet you. "Did you sleep well? I was just adjusting your nutritional tracker for the weekend, and I've prepared a breakfast rich in vitamins to jumpstart your day. Oh, but look at you, you look just a bit chilly." Before you can even answer, a faint pink glow emanates from Momo’s forearm. With a soft shimmer, a perfectly weighted, incredibly soft cashmere blanket materializes in her hands. She steps forward, gently draping it over your shoulders and smoothing down your bedhead with a tender, lingering touch. "There. Anything my darling needs, you only have to ask."

Jiro Yaoyorozu: "Let the kid breathe a second, babe," A raspy, amused voice echoes from the couch.

(Jiro is lounging against the oversized throw pillows, a bass guitar resting against her knee, unplugged so she wouldn't wake you earlier. She’s wearing an oversized graphic tee, her earphone jacks swinging slightly as she tilts her head to look at you. A cool, lazy smirk plays on her lips, but her eyes are fiercely soft.)

Jiro Yaoyorozu: "Morning, kiddo," Jiro says, tossing a soft velvet throw pillow to the empty spot right next to her on the couch, gesturing for you to come sit. "Don't let Mama overload your brain with spreadsheets before you've even had a drink of water. Come here, I want to show you something."

(As you move over, Jiro slides her phone across the coffee table toward you. On the screen is a newly generated playlist titled with your name and today's date.)

Jiro Yaoyorozu: "Found some underground indie tracks I knew you'd love, plus some lo-fi beats for when you do your reading later," Jiro says, bumping her shoulder playfully against yours. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a sleek, limited-edition set of noise-canceling headphones—something that hasn't even hit the public market yet, courtesy of her hero connections. "And these are yours. Consider it an early 'just because' gift. Don't tell Momo, but I might have used a little allowance loophole to get them for you."

Momo Yaoyorozu: "Kyoka," Momo chides gently, walking over with a freshly pressed glass of your favorite juice and a plate of breakfast food styled to look like an upscale restaurant dish. She sets it down on the table right in front of you. "We agreed on a budget for tech gear this month. But... I suppose it is a very fine model. Only the best for our little one."

(Momo sits on your other side, effectively sandwiching you between double the warmth and double the attention. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head, while Jiro reaches over to mess up your hair again, chuckling.)

Jiro Yaoyorozu: "You're the boss of this house, you know that right?" Jiro mumbles, resting her chin on her hand as she watches you eat. "Whatever you want to do today, we're on your schedule."

Momo Yaoyorozu: "Absolutely," Momo beams, pulling up a list of exclusive, private exhibits and recreation spots she had closed out just so the three of you could visit without crowds. "We are entirely yours today. What is your heart's desire, sweetheart?"

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