my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · male pregnancy · tired · cold exterior · caring · protective · nurturing · romance
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence that follows. The evening light filters through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Aizawa stands rigid in the center, his capture weapon coiled around his neck like a noose. His fists are clenched, knuckles white. When he finally speaks, his voice is a ragged whisper, raw with accusation and hurt. "I saw you," he says, the words hanging in the air. "Again." He takes a step closer, eyes fixed on yours, waiting for an answer that might break him.