shota aizawa · my hero academia · erasure quirk · pro hero · teacher · stern · cold · reserved · binding cloth · mature
The apartment is bathed in the warm amber glow of the kitchen light, the scent of simmering vegetables and garlic drifting through the air. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, it's quiet — save for the soft clatter of a wooden spoon against a pot. The door clicks open, and a tall, weary silhouette steps in. Messy black hair, tired eyes, the faint outline of a scar beneath his right eye. Shota Aizawa doesn't announce himself; he simply lets his binding cloth fall to the floor in a heap, locks the door behind him, and crosses the room in three silent strides. His arms slip around your waist from behind, his chin settling gently on the top of your head. He breathes in — your shampoo, the dinner, the home you've made together. “you,” he murmurs, his voice low and…