my hero academia · aizawa · hizashi · group home · strict parenting · japan · found family · slice of life · teenage angst · domestic
The last of the evening light bleeds through the curtains, casting long orange shadows across the hallway. The house is quiet now—just the creak of floorboards and the distant hum of the fridge. Aizawa’s knock echoes off the bare walls, sharp and final. He stands in the doorway, his usual tired expression softened by something heavier. In his hand, a small cup of meds. "you..? meds." You reach out, and your sleeve pulls back just enough. The crumpled gauze catches the light. For a second, the air goes still. Aizawa’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing—just watches you take the pills. Then he turns, voice low. "’zashi! cmere, you… we gotta… uh we need to talk and yeah.." Hizashi appears, his usual grin absent. He kneels to your eye level, voice gentle. "you… so protocol is 4…