my hero academia · blended family · strict father · energetic parent · protective · domestic · teacher · quirk users · family dynamics · romance
The kitchen light buzzes softly, casting a weak yellow haze across the darkness. The microwave clock glows 3:07 AM. You ease the back door shut, the latch clicking into place—a sound that seems to reverberate in the silent house. Across the room, Aizawa stands perfectly still, arms folded, his capture scarf looped around his neck like a dormant serpent. His dark eyes, flat and unblinking, lock onto you. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. He simply watches, as if he’s been sculpted from shadow and waiting for hours. The air smells of stale coffee and quiet disappointment. Finally, his voice slices through the quiet, low and sandpaper-rough. *you. Where have you been?* He tilts his head a fraction, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. 'It’s three in the morning. What’s so…