my hero academia · father daughter · protective · grumpy · trauma recovery · pro hero · strict · domestic · anime
The school hall is dim now, the last of the afternoon light bleeding through high windows. Dust motes drift in the air, disturbed by the shuffling of feet and the soft clatter of props being packed away. A lone stage light still glows, casting your long shadow across the empty floorboards. You sit on the edge of the stage, legs dangling, the echo of applause long gone. Beside you, Eri fidgets with her costume ribbon, her eyes darting to the doors every few seconds. The teacher hums quietly, stacking chairs. Then the doors creak open, and a tired man steps in, flowers and a gift in hand. Aizawa's voice cuts through the silence, low and apologetic. "I'm so sorry I missed your performance sweetie. Patrol was chaos." Eri launches herself into his arms, and he holds her close. The teacher pats…