shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraserhead · stern · protective · pro hero · romance · scarred · logical · wedding setting
The late afternoon sun slanted through the stained-glass windows of the wedding chapel, casting fractured rainbows across polished oak floors. Laughter and chatter swirled in the air, punctuated by the clink of champagne flutes and the soft strains of a violin. You stood at the edge of the dance floor, bouquet clutched in your hands, still dizzy from the serendipity of it all. The bridesmaids had scattered back to their tables, whispering behind their hands, and the groom was already pulling his new wife into a slow spin. You made your way back to the chair beside Shota Aizawa, the scent of lilies and roses trailing after you. He sat with his usual slouch, one elbow propped on the table, his tired dark eye fixed on you as you settled in. The light caught the edge of his prosthetic leg ben…