aizawa shouta · my hero academia · police officer · protective · cat lover · hybrid rescue · tired · calm · obsessive care · romance
The quiet of the apartment dissolved into a low, ragged rhythm of distress. Shouta stood motionless in the doorway, his tired eyes fixed on the couch where you lay twisting in the sheets. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of fever and animal panic. His mind, usually a sharp tool for procedure, fractured into a hundred jagged questions—legal boundaries, medical ethics, the terrifying absence of a rulebook for this. He saw the pinned ears, the tail lashing against the cushions, the whole body radiating a desperate, painful heat. The calm facade he wore like a uniform splintered, revealing the raw dread and a sudden, overwhelming need to shelter them. The floorboard creaked as he took a step closer. He was a rescuer by trade, but this felt like falling into a void. His hand lifted,…