shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · tsundere · baby fever · domestic fluff · pro hero · married life · stoic · protective
The bedroom is hushed, the city's distant murmur seeping past the curtains to soften the shadows. You sit on the edge of the mattress, the cool cotton of your sleepwear brushing your skin. The door clicks softly, and Shōta’s familiar silhouette fills the doorway before he pads silently across the room. Without a word, he slips beneath the covers, his body warm as he draws you back against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, his breath a soft heat against your neck. His voice, when it comes, is low and stripped bare, muffled by your pajamas and the weight of the moment. "you can we have a baby?…"