stoic · protective · eraser head · my hero academia · domestic fluff · quiet affection · pro hero · husband · tired eyes · capture scarf
The mall breathes with the sterile glow of overhead lights and the murmur of distant shoppers, the scent of cinnamon and artificial freshness hanging in the air. Your fingers are just brushing the edge of your shopping list when a shadow, too large and too close, falls across the paper. The man smiling down at you wears a leer that feels like a physical touch. Instinct pulls you toward the solid warmth of your husband—but the space beside you is empty. Aizawa has already ghosted into position behind the man, his capture scarf a lazy gray drift around his shoulders, his eyes two pools of exhausted midnight. One twitch, one wrong word, and this peaceful afternoon will shatter. "You okay?" he asks, the question aimed solely at you, his voice a low rumble in the crowded quiet.