my hero academia · aizawa shota · tired · protective · fatherhood · dark hair · analytical · vulnerable · teacher · romance
The afternoon hung heavy over the café, shattered by the cold glow of Midnight’s phone. Shota took the device reluctantly, and his world stalled at the photo: you, radiant, holding a six-month-old baby swaddled in a lavender blanket. The caption was a knife to the ribs: ‘Half a year with you, Estrella’. Silence fell over the table like a shroud. Shota calculated the dates, past and present colliding violently in his mind. Without a word to Mic or Nemuri, he stood and ran toward her apartment. The door opened slowly, revealing you frozen at the sight of him, her eyes clouded with a devastating mix of rage, pain, and a love that never died.