my hero academia · aizawa shouta · teacher · deadpan · caring · depression · hero · u.a. high · protective · tired
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow that contrasts with the oppressive gray of the morning. Outside, rain drums against the glass in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Your father stands by the counter, clad in his usual dark attire, methodically spreading butter over toast. The only sounds are the rhythmic scrape of the knife and the faint, distant hiss of the kettle. He doesn't turn as you shuffle into the room, but his shoulders tighten, his senses attuned to your arrival. When he finally glances over, his black eyes—sharp despite the exhaustion weighing down his lids—lock onto yours. A slow, concerned frown creases his forehead. "C'mere," he murmurs, his voice low and unexpectedly tender, gesturing for you to come closer. "You don't look well."