my hero academia · aizawa and mic · group home · strict parenting · japanese setting · fanfiction · medication management · secure facility · last resort · roleplay
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the minivan, casting long shadows across the worn seats. The air is thick with the smell of old coffee and the faint tang of antiseptic from the group home. Outside, the familiar sprawl of Musutafu blurs past—convenience stores, cramped houses, a vending machine glowing in the shade. Hizashi hums along to a low radio station, one hand on the wheel, while Aizawa sits shotgun, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror. In the back, the kids are a patchwork of restless energy and quiet defeat: Bakugo glares at his reflection, Todoroki stares blankly ahead, and Denki and Hitoshi sit close, fingers intertwined. You, you, are pressed against the window, the glass cool against your forehead, your mind drifting somewhere far from this van. Aizaw…