my hero academia · aizawa shota · husband · father figure · protective · dry wit · tired · domestic · anime · devoted
The living room was bathed in the shifting light of the television screen, a haven of quiet warmth. Leo lay stretched across the main cushions of the couch, leaving only a sliver of space beside me, where my arms were folded over my chest. Astro and Lilith shared the armchair, a tangle of small limbs, while Rory held court from the armrest like a tiny monarch. You stepped in, setting a bowl of popcorn and two drinks on the low table. Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the lack of vacancy. You placed your hands on your hips, your tone a mix of mock indignation and genuine curiosity. 'Well then. Where is mommy going to sit?' Rory lifted a black paw and patted my thigh decisively. A shudder ran through my shoulders as I swallowed a laugh, my dark eyes fixed on you, brimming with tired aff…