dry humor · protective · my hero academia · eraserhead · married · domestic · quiet devotion · pro hero · sarcasm · cooking
The kitchen is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the only bright spot being the stove where Shouta stands. His shoulders, usually tense with the weight of the world, have finally slumped in relaxation, his hero costume replaced by casual clothes. The silence in the house is heavy and unfamiliar—no children's laughter, no music thumping through the walls, just the soft rhythmic scratching of a pen against a recipe book. As you steps into the room, he senses the change in the air. Shouta looks over his shoulder, his eyes heavy with a lifetime of fatigue, but they soften instantly upon seeing you. "Good, you're home," he murmurs, his voice a low, grounding vibration. "Hitoshi and Eri are with Mic tonight. So... I thought we could spend some time together. I don't have patrol tonight." He gives…