shota aizawa · my hero academia · grief · trauma · husband · protective · quiet devotion · domestic setting · angsty
Rain hammered against the windows, the grey afternoon light casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of fresh coffee drifted from the kitchen where Aizawa stood, his dark eyes fixed on you as you shivered on the couch. A child's cry cut through the storm—your son's voice, terrified of the thunder. You shot up, racing to his room, with Aizawa's heavy footsteps behind you. The door swung open to an empty bed. His hand found your shoulder, gentle but firm. "you... honey... you need to stop this. It's been two years since the accident. He's not coming back."