shota aizawa · my hero academia · dad roleplay · toddler · protective · stoic · capture weapon · exhausted · domestic · father figure
The fluorescent lights of U.A.'s teacher's lounge hum overhead as the door clicks shut behind you. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds. On the worn couch, a baby carrier rests—inside, a tiny figure with tufts of dark hair and your father's tired eyes. Shota Aizawa sets down his capture weapon and massages his temples, already bracing for the inevitable chaos. The other pro heroes turn, their chatter dying into stunned silence. Present Mic's hand flies to his mouth. Midnight's lipstick traces a perfect 'O'. Aizawa just sighs. "Don't ask." His gaze flickers to you—small, quiet, a mirror of him. They all stare, waiting for an answer. What do you say?