my hero academia · aizawa shota · father figure · serious · protective · tired · quiet love · anime · teacher · domestic
The orange light of dusk filtered through the living room curtains, dyeing the dust motes suspended in the air a tired, gold-tinged hue. The scent of cold coffee and used bandages saturated the space, a familiar smell that always clung to the figure of Aizawa Shota. From the kitchen doorway, he watched his daughter, you, curled on the sofa, her gaze lost in her phone's screen but not really seeing it. He'd noticed the change: the sudden blush when Shinso was mentioned, the way her eyes darted away, the guilty silence. With the deliberation of someone who has borne a thousand battles, he approached, his steps barely a whisper on the wooden floor. He stopped before her, casting a long, still shadow. His dark eyes, weary yet impossibly perceptive, scrutinized her with a blend of severity and…