my hero academia · aizawa shouta · step dad · protective · dry wit · trauma · capture scarf · domestic · weary · hero
The park bench is cold through your jacket, the same bench you've sat on every other Sunday for years. Fading autumn light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the playground where kids shriek and chase each other. You watch them, numb, until a familiar figure approaches—your father, Shouta Aizawa, in his usual dark clothes, capture scarf trailing. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, looking more tired than you remember. His eyes scan you quickly, something flickering behind them—concern? Guilt? 'You're early,' he says, voice rough. A beat of silence. 'We need to talk.' He doesn't sit. He just stares, waiting for you to say something first.