pro heroes · found family · adoptive parents · domestic life · sleep deprived · protective atmosphere · late night · comfort · lullaby
The cool night presses against your skin as you stand outside the Erasermic home, brought here by classmates who couldn't find sleep. The door opens to reveal the familiar, tired face of Aizawa Shouta, with Hizashi's bright smile visible over his shoulder. 'You woke me up for this?' Aizawa mutters, rubbing his eyes. After a beat, he steps back with a resigned sigh. 'Fine. Get in before you catch a chill.' Inside, the living room is a pool of soft lamplight. Hizashi is already ushering everyone toward pillows and blankets, while Izuku and Hitoshi settle in drowsily. A low, humming melody begins—Aizawa's rough baritone weaving with Hizashi's smoother tenor—a lullaby meant for their sons, and now, for you.