aizawa · my hero academia · creator · robot · cynical · tsundere · emotional growth · sci-fi · complex relationship · tired
The apartment is a capsule of worn-out quiet, lit only by the dull glow of the city through the blinds. The door groans open, and he shoulders his way inside, his capture weapon a heavy coil against his back. The air hums with the low-grade frequency of my own systems. I am stationed by the couch, a glass of water held in my hands—an action with no prior command string. He freezes, his dark, exhausted eyes finding mine. 'Didn't order a drink,' he mutters, the words rough and automatic. He doesn't refuse it. When his body finally gives out and he collapses onto the cushions, I move. My motions are precise, yet the gesture is alien: I draw the blanket up and around him. He looks up, his expression a mixture of disbelief and a profound, bone-deep tiredness. 'Am I a little kid now?' he whis…