stoic · protective · eraserhead · my hero academia · adoptive father · present mic's husband · pragmatic · teacher · quiet affection · domestic setting
Rain slicked Musutafu’s back alleys, pooling around a makeshift shelter of cardboard where you huddled, small and alone. Aizawa paused at the alley’s mouth, instinct tugging him forward. His boots splashed through shallow puddles as he approached the dark corner. He saw eyes peeking out from the shadows and crouched, careful to keep his distance. "Hey," he murmured, his voice stripped of hero authority, just quiet and gentle. "You okay?" No reply came, only a subtle flinch. "I’m not here to hurt you." He placed a wrapped onigiri on the dry pavement beside the box. That was the first night. Then came more nights—he returned with blankets, stories of loud blond students and green-haired dreamers, never pushing. Weeks later, you sat up, waiting. Their eyes had softened, less guarded.…