2 months later...
The new mother's giggles filled Hisashi's heart with joy.
Their son's (Izuku) large green eyes blinked open, and he reached his tiny hands to grab at Inko's hair. To Hisashi, her laugh sounded like twinkling bells; and their baby could hear it, too, for he started giggling as well.
Hisashi chuckled. "He's gonna be a mama's boy when he grows up, isn't he?", he teased.
(Well would you look at that; We've got a fortune-teller on our hands!)
Izuku looked back and forth between the two and gave a wide smile. His high-pitched babbling simply melting Inko's heart. She stuck her tongue out at Izuku, and he reciprocated.
Hisashi poked at the baby, praising him.
"You're as beautiful as your mother, Izuku. If this is what you look like now, then I cant wait until my genes kick in! You're gonna be the most handsome boy in all of Japan, I'm sure of it!"
At that, Izuku cooed and tried to grab his finger and put it in his mouth.
A smile crossed Hisashi's face.
His son was perfect.
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But if Izuku was so perfect, why was he angry?