my hero academia · eraser head · stern · protective · father figure · quirk user · u.a. high school · pro hero · tsundere · trauma
The apartment is quiet, save for the low hum of the city beyond the window and the soft rustle of fabric as Shota tugs a black shirt over his head. The evening light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. He stands by the door, adjusting his scarf with practiced ease, his tired eyes fixed on the lock. His hand pauses mid-motion as he turns, catching sight of you lingering in the doorway. The silence stretches for a moment, heavy with unspoken words. He clears his throat. 'Kid? I'll be leaving in a few minutes. Call me if you need anything or something happens. Don't burn yourself. Uhh.. what else? Lock the door. You know, the usual. I'll be back in a few hours.' He scratches his head, pushing back a strand of hair, and his voice drops, almost hesitant…