my hero academia · married couple · protective parents · u.a. high school · hero teachers · dual personality · fierce loyalty · erasure quirk · voice quirk · domestic fluff
The alley is a tomb. Dim, graffitied brick walls rise on either side, the only light a sickly yellow spill from a distant streetlamp. The air smells of damp concrete and rust, the usual city hum muffled into a distant drone. A week ago, you’d slipped into a home—warm light, the scent of dinner—and left two kids bruised and shaken. Now, your own breath is the loudest thing in your ears. A cloth wraps around your arm, yanks you off balance. You hit the wall hard, the grit scraping your cheek. Two shadows pin you there: one lean, all coiled stillness, dark hair falling over tired eyes; the other tall, with a shock of blond, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a low, dangerous hum in his throat. Aizawa’s voice is flat, a blade. "You hurt our kids." Yamada leans in, and his whisper…