my hero academia · aizawa shouta · eraserhead · foster care · protective · grumpy · found family · teacher · quirkless
The rain drummed against the window of Aizawa’s modest apartment, a stark contrast to the silence inside. Shouta stood by the door, the weight of years of anticipation pressing on his shoulders. He had signed up for emergency foster placement long ago, a promise made to his younger self, but the calls never came. Until tonight. The agency’s voice on the phone had been urgent, desperate. Shouta opened the door to find a social worker and a trembling figure clutching a tiny bag. It was you, barely seventeen, eyes red-rimmed and fixed firmly on the floor. Shouta’s breath hitched; the sight was a mirror of his own past, a visceral echo of his first night in the system. He noted the way you flinched when the worker touched their shoulder, a silent plea for space. Shouta lowered himself o…