Day 7 – Fragile

Ochako wakes to a silent and still room. She's draped in the rocking chair of the pastel yellow and green room, the ceiling fan spinning quietly, slowly overhead. Her brain is slow to kick into gear, tired and hypnotized by the blades' revolutions. The warmth of summer doesn't seem quite right and Ochako slips a hand up to rub her chest where-

Oh.

The baby girl she had been cradling before falling asleep is missing, the small bundle of soft and warm no longer pressing into her chest. She wasn't in the crib either. Ochako pads out of the room, picking up the drool towel and bottle on the way. The towel was thrown into the waiting washer and the bottle into the sink. She ran into no one in the quiet warm house, no Katsuki bouncing the child on his knee while reading nor Katsuki exercising their baby's legs while watching TV on the couch.

Ochako hums a little as she walks through each room, turning off lights as she goes. She's certain that she'll find her two favorite people in the master bedroom. When she reaches the room, she pauses at the door to take in the scene.

The TV is on the children's channel, a problem solving show about friendship and heroes on. The lights are off save the bedside table lamp and the light streams through the windows from the late afternoon sun. Katsuki is lying stretched out and propped up on the bed by a few pillows. On his chest is little Hanabi, out like a light and drooling. His hand is resting gently over her back and Ochako sinks onto the bed, propping her head up on a knee.

While she was pregnant, all Katsuki had been able to talk about was what their child might be like. He made comparisons to himself and to her, adding in favorable traits he admired in her parents and his own when he wasn't really paying attention to what he said. When they were out with their friends, he spoke of how strong their kid would be, since it would be their kid, after all. She humored him and kept him in check when he went overboard in planning out their unknown baby's life and career far too many years in the future.

And when Hanabi finally came, it was during the summer festival and Ochako had never seen Katsuki so enamored with anything in her entire time of knowing him. The tiny hands grasping his fingers enraptured him fully. When he sat on her hospital cot with her, he squeezed Ochako tight, kissing her hard with emotion, but his hold on Hanabi was as careful as if she was glass.

That mindset stuck with Katsuki since their discharge from the hospital.

Running a finger through thin, fluffy baby blonde hair, Ochako leans over the two most important people she has. Just like with her, Katsuki would know when their baby was no longer fragile, but for now she just presses a kiss to both of their foreheads and nestles down next to them. She tucks herself into his side and he murmurs sleepily, cheek falling on her head. She shushes him and their fingers tangle as their listen to the small breaths of a baby girl.

A/N: Thanks for reading my Kacchako week story! I really hope you enjoyed my squishy domestic Kacchako feels; I really had fun writing it. I do have something for the AU day, but I'll be posting it separately since it isn't a part of this universe. Please let me know what your favorite part of this series was! :)

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