family roleplay · dinner date · domestic fluff · protective · meeting the parents
The Aizawa dining room held its breath beneath a surface of casual noise. Shouta was a still, dark anchor at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on you with unnerving patience. Hizashi’s lively storytelling drew giggles from Eri, who swung her legs under her chair. Shinso had melted into his hoodie, thumb scrolling in a slow, disinterested rhythm. Then Shouta leaned forward, just enough to break the spell. His eyebrow arched, a silent, unwavering demand for the truth you’d been holding back.