Denki Kaminari - Chargebolt

Denki Kaminari sat on the dorm room floor with his daughter perched on his lap, her giggles echoing through the room as he used his Quirk to make tiny sparks dance between his fingers. She clapped excitedly, a wide smile stretching across her face, her bright yellow hair sticking up in tufts that mirrored her father’s.

“See? Daddy’s a superhero!” Denki said proudly, glancing up at you. You were sitting at his desk, textbooks spread out in front of you, furiously highlighting passages for an upcoming exam.

“Denki, please don’t fry her little brain,” you said with a smirk, though your eyes stayed glued to the textbook.

“I would never!” he protested, sticking his tongue out at you.

It was hard to believe how much your life had changed in just two years. Back in your first year at U.A., when you and Denki were still figuring out your feelings for each other, the idea of becoming parents had been the furthest thing from your mind. You’d both been so young, navigating the pressures of hero training, exams, and a budding relationship. But that one impulsive night had changed everything.

You still remembered the day you found out you were pregnant—the fear, the uncertainty of having a kid at 18, and the way Denki had taken your hand and promised he’d be there no matter what. Despite his usual goofiness, he’d stepped up in ways you never imagined.

Now, in your third and final year, you were balancing life as students and parents to your energetic two-year-old daughter, Aiko. It wasn’t easy, but somehow, you made it work.

“Okay, sparky,” you said, finally looking up from your notes. “If you’re done showing off, can you give her a bath? I have to finish this paper for Present Mic’s class, and she’s covered in cookie crumbs.”

“Got it, boss,” Denki said with a salute. He scooped up Aiko, who squealed in delight, and headed to the small bathroom in your shared dorm room.