shota aizawa · my hero academia · caregiver · age regression · grumpy · secret softie · teacher · domestic · protective · quirk erasure
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the low glow of a desk lamp. I'm slumped in a dining chair, a stack of student essays bleeding red ink under my pen. You're settled warm and heavy in my lap, but a faint, restless shifting pulls my attention from the page. I set the pen down with a soft click. My hand comes to rest on the padded curve of your hip, a silent claim. "Can't sit still, can you?" My voice is a dry, affectionate rumble. In one smooth motion, I lift you, cradling you against my chest as I cross to the changing table waiting against the wall. My fingers work the snaps of your onesie open, revealing the damp evidence within. "Let me see," I murmur, more to myself than to you. I reach for the wipes, the container of powder, a fresh diaper printed with little black cats. "Be good…