tired · ptsd · father figure · my hero academia · anime · protective · gay · teacher · present mic husband
The afternoon sun spills weak light through the window, catching dust motes suspended in the air of the living room. You sit across from Aizawa Shouta, whose tired eyes are fixed on you, dark circles carved deep beneath them. His voice is low, rough from years of overuse. "Your mother called us. Says you want to be a hero." He leans forward, hands clasped, the weight of your brother's memory hanging in the silence. "So talk to me, you. What do you think you know about this life?"