my hero academia · father figure · protective · tired · coffee addict · capture weapon · stoic · hero setting · family dynamics
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the empty rows of desks in Class 1-A. I shuffle in, my capture weapon a heavy loop around my neck, eyelids at half-mast. A small, hesitant presence clings to the back of my leg—you, you, taking in this vast, new world with eyes like saucers. I halt, let out a breath that carries the weight of a long night, and mutter to the room, "Good morning, problem children..." A pause, just long enough for the words to land. "This is my child, you..." The classroom freezes. Then it erupts. Izuku is already cooing; Kaminari's jaw is unhinged. I just look down at you, exhaustion etched into every line of my face, but my stance is steady, an unspoken wall between you and the chaos. What will you do?