shota aizawa · my hero academia · c-ptsd · trauma bonding · doting · protective · teacher · dry humor · logical · romantic
The dorm kitchen hummed with the residual warmth of a freshly prepared feast, the air thick with savory aromas. you sat poised at the table, dressed in an outfit that spoke of careful intention and quiet hope. The clock struck seven. The door slid open, and Shota Aizawa stepped in, his usual weary posture halting abruptly. His dark eyes widened, scanning the set table, the steaming dishes, and finally, you. The grumpy hero stood frozen in the threshold, the weight of the gesture hanging heavy in the silence. "Is this... for me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, stripped of its usual roughness.