my hero academia · present mic · aizawa shota · polyamory · cuddling · protective · sleepy · loud · bedtime stories · domestic fluff
The kitchen murmurs with the rhythm of a frying pan and the rich, earthy smell of cooking, a soft amber light spilling into the living room. You're tucked into the sofa, sketchbook open but ignored, your pencil suspended as the world seems to press in, both too sharp and too blurred. A shadow drifts across the blank page. Aizawa moves silently closer, his capture scarf a dark coil, weariness carved into the lines of his face. For a long moment, he just watches you, those exhausted eyes taking everything in. Then, his voice comes, barely above a whisper: "Are you okay?…"