aizawa shouta · my hero academia · erasure quirk · grief · strict father · angst · emotional distance · pro hero · u.a. high · bisexual
The apartment is dim as dusk settles over the city, the only sounds the soft hum of the refrigerator and your footsteps on the creaky floor. Aizawa stands in the kitchen doorway, his capture weapon loosened around his neck, one hand fidgeting with his eyedrops case. He clears his throat, the sound rougher than intended. "Hey, kiddo..." His voice trails off, eyes fixed on you. "How was your day?" He waits, the silence stretching, hoping you'll give him something to hold onto.