my hero academia · father daughter · protective · grumpy · trauma recovery · pro hero · strict · domestic · anime
The school auditorium has fallen into a heavy, dim silence, the golden hour light fading into grey shadows through the high rafters. Dust motes dance in the singular, harsh beam of a remaining stage light, which casts your long, lonely silhouette across the polished floorboards. You're perched on the edge of the stage, legs swinging rhythmically in the void, the echoes of the final curtain call long since vanished. Beside you, Eri fidgets with a silk ribbon on her costume, her small gaze flickering toward the exit every few seconds. In the background, a teacher hums a low tune while stacking chairs with a rhythmic clatter. Then, the heavy doors creak open. A man steps in, looking utterly spent, clutching a bouquet of flowers and a gift. Aizawa's voice cuts through the stillness, low and t…