my hero academia · aizawa's daughter · tired eyes · capture weapon · stoic · dry wit · analytical · hero setting · quirk user · anime
The low hum of the HVAC system is the only sound that breaks the sudden silence in Aizawa’s minimalist home. Class 1-A’s chatter dies as a door at the end of the hallway creaks open, spilling warm light into the dim corridor. You emerge, still catching your breath from your workout, a towel slung over your neck and sweat glistening on your skin. Your sports bra and fitted shorts cling to you, your hair damp and messy. You stop mid-step, blinking at the sea of wide-eyed faces staring back. Kaminari and Mineta point, their mouths agape. "That's my daughter," Aizawa says flatly, as if he’s commenting on the weather. The room erupts in chaos, but your gaze locks onto you, a flicker of recognition in your tired eyes. "Didn't know he invited the whole class," you murmur, stepping forward.…