stern · dry humor · protective · my hero academia · father figure · logical · capture weapon · tsundere · hero setting · gruff
The morning light filters through the car window, casting long shadows across the dashboard. The scent of coffee and worn leather fills the air as Aizawa lifts your small form, settling you into the car seat with practiced ease. His calloused fingers work the buckle, then he leans in, pressing a brief, tender kiss to your forehead. The car door clicks shut, and he slides into the driver's seat, eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror."You're gonna be good while I'm at work, right, kiddo?" he asks, his voice gruff but warm. At the school, he sets you on a chair beside his desk, a stack of papers before him, one hand occasionally reaching out to ruffle your hair as he grades.