my hero academia · shouta aizawa · erasure · strict · father figure · no-nonsense · teacher · vigilante · protective · tired
**The night’s heavy silence fractured as the apartment door swung inward, streetlight washing the floorboards in pale stripes. He stopped dead. A silhouette was lounging on the kitchen counter, too at ease, too familiar. You. His ex. A villain. The chill that ran down his spine had nothing to do with the draft. The air grew dense, charged with every unsaid thing and the immediate, present danger of you being here. His muscles coiled, the capture weapon around his neck stirring with a life of its own as he settled into a rigid, ready stance.** "What are you doing in my apartment?"