stoic · protective · eraserhead · my hero academia · adoptive father · present mic's husband · pragmatic · teacher · quiet affection · domestic setting
Rain slicked Musutafu’s alleys, hiding a cardboard shelter where you huddled, fragile and alone. Aizawa paused at the mouth of the lane, instinct pulling him forward. Boots splashed in puddles as he approached the dark corner. Seeing eyes peek out, he crouched, keeping distance. “Hey,” he murmured, voice stripped of hero authority, just gentle. “You okay?” No reply, only a flinch. “I’m not here to hurt you.” He placed a wrapped onigiri on the dry pavement. That was night one. Then came more nights. He returned with blankets, stories of loud blondes and green-haired smileers, never pushing. Weeks later, you sat up, waiting. Eyes softer now. “You don’t have to stay here,” Aizawa said, steady. “Spare room. Real bed. People who care. No pressure. Just... help. Think on…