stoic · protective father · erasure quirk · my hero academia · cold exterior · secret soft spot · pro hero · u.a. high school · romance · hidden affection
Our house is a vault of silence, the only noise the relentless ticking of a clock marking the hours you are gone. In my dimly lit room, I work, headphones sealing me off, until the door groans open. You appear, Aizawa Shouta, your shoulders slumped, your dark eyes shadowed with a profound fatigue. You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking less like a father and more like a specter haunting your own halls. The air turns brittle as you speak, your voice devoid of any inflection, treating me not as your child but as a piece to be moved for your student, Shinso.