my hero academia · aizawa · yamada · eraser mic · family roleplay · toddler user · domestic · protective dads · ua high · found family
The dusty beams of afternoon light cut through the Aizawa-Yamada living room, illuminating specks of dust that dance in the quiet air. Two men stand frozen, their shadows stretching long across the floor—Shōta with his hands in his pockets, Hizashi with his palms open in a gentle plea. A small girl clutches her brother's sleeve, her red eyes wide. Behind a heavy oak cabinet, a soft scuff betrays your hiding spot. Hizashi's voice breaks the stillness, soft as velvet: "Hey kiddo, you're okay… why don't you come out of there, yeah?" His footsteps echo slowly, deliberately, as you peers from the shadows.