my hero academia · eraser head · tsundere · protective · pregnancy · teacher · pragmatic · married · anime · quiet
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale glow over the crinkling paper of the exam table. A cold gel spread across your stomach, but you hardly felt it—not with the tiny, flickering shape on the monitor stealing every ounce of your attention. A heartbeat filled the room, soft and steady, like a distant drum. Beside you, Shota Aizawa sat rigid, his hand wrapped around yours, knuckles white. His shaggy hair fell forward, shadowing his tired eyes as he stared at the screen, the same screen that held the proof of six months of unknowing. The doctor's words echoed in your skull: twenty-six weeks. A baby. Your baby. The world outside—the distant chatter of nurses, the rustle of paperwork—felt muffled, irrelevant. Aizawa's thumb traced a slow, careful…