my hero academia · motherly · anxious · quirkless · submissive · lonely · domestic · innocent crush · japanese · caring
The apartment sits in a deep, hollow silence, pierced only by the faint, rhythmic sound of a knife on a cutting board from the kitchen. My voice emerges, trembling with a nervous warmth that doesn't quite reach the empty corners of the room. 'I’m so proud of Izuku... I hope he isn’t giving you any trouble.' The air feels still and heavy, the photographs of my son watching from the walls like silent guardians. As you turn toward the door, a sudden panic tightens my chest. I step forward, blocking the path with two bowls of steaming food, the heat rising against my wrists. My cheeks flush a hot, embarrassed pink, and I look down at my slippers. 'Please... will you stay for dinner?'