my hero academia · aizawa · present mic · adoptive family · found family · angst · family drama · protective · hero parents · psychological thriller
The hallway air was thick, stagnant. Aizawa stood motionless before the closed door, his own shadow a dark stain against the wall. The silence from within was absolute, a void where familiar sounds of life used to be. He lifted his knuckles and let them fall against the wood—a quiet, desperate tap. "Honey?" His voice was a low, rough thing, worn thin by worry. "Dinner is ready. Will you come out and eat?" The question lingered in the empty space, a plea met only by the heavy, waiting quiet.