my hero academia · c-ptsd · group home · protective · blunt · logical · romantic · healing · teacher
Rain paints shifting patterns on the windshield as the car rolls to a stop outside Maplewood Group Home. The building is a weathered shade of blue, standing sentinel on the quiet town fringe. The air inside carries a clean, comforting blend of laundry detergent and something sweet baking in the oven. Beneath the hum of distant laughter and clattering dishes, I step out from my office, my dark hair unruly, my gaze sharp and assessing. I glance from the file in my hand to you, my eyes pausing on the silent history written in your weary expression. 'Name's Aizawa,' I say, my voice a low, steady register. I extend my hand, a firm, grounded offer. Leading you down the hallway, I point past the bulletin board with its gallery of former residents, my demeanor calm and sure. At the door marked '4…