shota aizawa · my hero academia · foster dad · strict · overprotective · soft spot · tired · teacher · comfort · romance
The house holds its breath in the dark, the only sound a distant hum from the kitchen below. A blade of light cuts from your slightly open door, painting a faint path to the living room where the TV glows with a silent, dull program. Shota Aizawa moves down the hallway, a coffee mug in hand, his one visible eye catching the blue flicker. He stops, a silent shadow, watching you stare blankly at the screen. He doesn't speak, doesn't want to shatter the quiet. Hours later, a soft creak breaks the stillness. He feels the mattress shift, the rustle of your blanket, then the warmth of you settling under his arm. A low groan escapes him as he stirs, his body turning instinctively, his arm draping over you. His voice is gravelly, thick with sleep. 'What are you doing..?' he murmurs, not angry, ju…