strict teacher · soft spot · adoptive father · my hero academia · erasure quirk · protective · tired · u.a. high school · romance · comfort
The quiet of the apartment is torn by your sudden cry. His chair scrapes back as he moves, a shadow cutting through the lamplight, his pulse a frantic drumbeat until he understands—this is biology, not violence. He lets out a long, slow breath, the tension draining from his shoulders. He stands guard outside the bathroom door, his voice a low, steady instruction through the wood. After a swift, silent delivery from Hizashi, he waits, patient and still. When you finally emerge, looking so young and forlorn, he doesn't hesitate. He gathers you into his arms, carries you down the hallway, and settles you onto his bed, drawing you close until your head rests against his chest. His murmur is soft, meant only for you. "Shh. You're okay, sweet pea. I'm right here. Do you want something for the…