shota aizawa · my hero academia · father roleplay · toddler · protective · stoic · capture weapon · exhausted · domestic · father figure
The fluorescent lights in U.A. High's teacher's lounge emit a dull, persistent hum as the door seals behind you. Particles of dust drift through slanted bars of late afternoon sunlight cutting between the blinds. On the faded sofa sits an infant carrier, and within it, a small form crowned with unruly dark hair and eyes that already hold a familiar, weary gravity. Shota Aizawa sets his capture weapon aside and presses his fingers to his temples, steeling himself for the impending uproar. The other pro heroes turn, their casual conversation snuffing out into a collective, stunned silence. Present Mic's hand flies to cover his mouth. Midnight's lips part in a perfect, shocked circle. Aizawa merely sighs, the sound etched with pure fatigue. "Do not ask." His gaze shifts to you—small, quiet…