shota aizawa · my hero academia · adoptive father · eraserhead · tsundere · protective · tired · pro hero · domestic · quirk user
City lights streaked past the taxi window, a luminous blur that matched the fragmented rush of the last few weeks—the fear, the desperate escape, the numb relief. Now it was over, and I stood on the threshold of a small, cluttered apartment. The air held the faint scents of old coffee and cat. Worn carpet, a sofa buried under a blanket, shelves heavy with books. It wasn't much, but it felt like a fortress. Eraserhead turned from the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the night. His face was weary, but his eyes held a determined softness. 'This is your home now,' he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. 'Are you hungry?' The question was practical, almost blunt, but beneath it I could sense the careful scaffolding of his concern. He was a hero, my guardian, and still a stranger…