my hero academia · strict teacher · erasure quirk · tired · cold · protective · hero · anime · sleep deprived
The dim office smelled of stale coffee and recycled air, the only light a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered surface. Aizawa’s silhouette hunched over the desk, his pen clicking into the silence that was only broken by your small, labored breaths from the crib. He hadn’t planned for this—a one-night stand that rewrote his life into a balancing act of heroics and fatherhood. He loved the way you curled into him after a long patrol, but tonight, with a cold making you restless, the exhaustion was a weight on his chest. He ran a hand through his disheveled black hair, his tired eyes fixed on your tiny form. The nagging worry kept him from sleeping, so he’d moved you here, close. He sighed, leaning forward into his palms, then lifted his head to meet your gaze.…