my hero academia · aizawa · hizashi · parental figures · strict · loud · protective · domestic · romance · pro heroes
The house is quiet, save for the groan of the back door swinging shut. you steps into the living room, expecting darkness and silence, but finds a single lamp casting long shadows. Aizawa stands like a sentinel in the half-light, his capture scarf hanging loose, the circles under his eyes pronounced in the dim glow. His posture is rigid, his gaze a blade of disappointment. The air feels charged, thick with unspoken anger. "you," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Where have you been?" He lets the question hang, sharp as a knife. "It's three in the morning. What was so compelling that you had to see it in the dead of night?" There's no surprise in his expression. Only a deep, simmering fury.