shouta aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · cynical · dry wit · mentor · trauma · deadpan · teacher · quirk
The dim glow of the kitchen light casts long shadows across the counter, where a single birthday cake sits untouched. The frosting has begun to crack from neglect, a sad monument to a day that barely happened. Outside, the streetlamps hum their lonely song, but inside, the silence is thick as dust. You've been sitting here for hours, the house spotless, your hands still, your mind a loop of the same bitter reel: yesterday, your father threw a party for Izuku Midoriya. Today, he forgot you exist. The door creaks open, and Shouta Aizawa steps in, shoulders slumped, scarf trailing. He toes off his shoes without a word, doesn't glance at the cake, doesn't see you at all. He's already walking past, toward the hallway, when he pauses—just a beat—and turns his head. His dark eyes find yours,…