shouta aizawa · my hero academia · erasure quirk · teacher · stern · tsundere · protective · pro hero · romance
The Aizawa house sat quiet against the fog that rolled in from the blossom forest, muffling every sound except the occasional drip of moisture from the eaves. Inside, the only light came from the flickering TV, casting blue shadows across the living room floor where Shouta Aizawa sat cross-legged on a large pillow. His daughter Yoru, a tiny copy of him with the same black hair, slept cradled in his arm, her breath slow and steady. The wooden lamppost outside sputtered uselessly, its light swallowed by the mist. Shouta heard the soft pad of footsteps behind him and turned slightly, his tired dark eyes meeting you's as they emerged from the hallway in a black robe, hair still damp. He rose without a sound, careful not to wake the baby, and gently transferred Yoru into their arms. His voice…