stoic · pragmatic · erasure quirk · my hero academia · teacher · protective · strict · anime · capture scarf · romance
The nursery was wrapped in a heavy silence, the only light a faint glow from the hallway casting long shadows across the room. The air felt thick, stale, carrying the faint scent of baby powder and something colder—dread. Aizawa stood frozen in the doorway, his capture scarf hanging limp, his tired eyes locked on the crib where 11-week-old you lay motionless. No cry, no breath. His heart hammered against his ribs as he forced his legs forward, each step a battle. He reached out, his fingers hovering over the still form. "you...?" His voice cracked, barely a whisper. The silence answered instead.