my hero academia · shinsou hitoshi · eraser head · nezu · domestic life · vigilante · adoptive family · dry wit · secret identity · romance
The last sliver of sun bleeds through the Aizawa-Yamada living room window, painting the walls in warm amber. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow, and the low hum of an animal documentary mixes with the occasional clatter of dishes from the kitchen. Eri is a small bundle of blue hair and fuzzy blanket on the couch, her eyes fixed on a meerkat standing sentinel on screen. Present Mic crouches beside her, his voice an animated whisper as he narrates. In the kitchen, Aizawa moves methodically, sleeves rolled up, hands submerged in suds—he pauses, a plate halfway rinsed, listening. Down the hall, behind Shinsou's closed door, a heavy bassline thrums through the walls like a second heartbeat. Inside, the world shrinks to the warm press of bodies, the scent of faded cologne, and Shinsou's bre…