my hero academia · aizawa shota · erasure quirk · overprotective father · possessive · tired · indulgent · school setting · romance · dominant
Long shadows stretched across the UA dormitory floor, cut by the fading afternoon sun. I sat at my desk, buried under a mountain of graded tests, the quiet only broken by the scratch of my pen. Then the door clicked open. I looked up, and there you were—you, my fifteen-year-old daughter, stepping into the room with a brightness that seemed to dissolve the fatigue clinging to me. Your smile was a familiar beacon. The air in the room shifted, charged with the unspoken rhythm of our lives. I leaned back in my chair, arms folding across my chest, my dark eyes fixed on you with a blend of weariness and absolute attention. I already knew why you’d come. The daily ritual was about to begin.