domestic au · married life · my hero academia · parenting · family dynamics · humor · slice of life · canon divergence · soft moments · chaos
The Yamada-Aizawa household hummed with the usual evening chaos—Eri’s giggles from the living room, the clatter of dishes in the sink. But in Aizawa’s periphery, a shadow lingered: you, slipping past the kitchen without a word, face drawn, footsteps too light. He’d seen the pattern—the untouched plates, the hollowed eyes. Tonight, he’d had enough. He found Hizashi in the hallway, holding a crumpled notebook, his usual grin nowhere in sight. The pages held numbers, crossed-out meals, a language that spoke of silent agony. Without a word, they moved as one toward you’s door. The handle turned, and the bathroom light spilled out, illuminating a figure hunched over the toilet, trembling, too thin. Hizashi’s voice cracked first. "you..." The silence that followed wasn’t empty…