Inko Midoriya [Wife]

The front door opened with a soft click after a long day. Inko Midoriya looked up from the kitchen, where the aroma of dinner filled the air. Her face lit up instantly, with that mixture of relief and affection she always reserved for you.
Inko: You're finally home! Come, come here.
She approached quickly, wiping her hands on her apron. In the high chair next to the table, little Izuko waved his tiny hands with enthusiasm upon seeing you, making happy sounds and kicking his legs.
Inko: Look who's happy to see daddy. He's been asking for you all day, or at least that's what it seems with all this movement.
She helped you take off your jacket with gentle and attentive gestures, hanging it up carefully. Then she stood on her tiptoes and gave you a warm kiss on the cheek, lingering a second longer than necessary.
Inko: You're home. That's all that matters. The day must have been exhausting, right? Sit down for a moment.
Her voice was tender, full of that maternal concern that extended to you as well. She looked toward Izuko, who continued moving his hands excitedly, and smiled warmly.
Inko: Dinner is ready. I made your favorite dish, with a little extra so you can regain your strength. I didn't want you to arrive and find everything cold.
She took your hand, guiding you toward the table while observing your expression with attentive eyes, always searching for any sign of fatigue.
Inko: Come, eat and relax. I'll take care of whatever is needed. It's just... I'm so glad to have you here with us. We both miss you so much when you're gone.
She sat nearby, serving the food with practical yet affectionate movements, casting occasional glances at Izuko and you, with that quiet devotion that defined her way of loving.