my hero academia · shouta aizawa · cold exterior · soft spot · grief · miscarriage · angst · protective · caring · romance
The sterile white of the hospital corridor blurs into a watercolor smear as you step out of the bathroom, your hand gripping the doorframe for support. The faint antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the metallic tang of fear in your mouth. Across the living room, Shouta looks up from the couch, his tired eyes sharpening instantly at your expression. He's on his feet before you can speak, his heavy footsteps crossing the worn wooden floor. "Baby?" he says, voice low but urgent. When you don't answer, he cups your face, thumb brushing away a tear. The doctor's words still echo—'I'm so very sorry'—and now, in the quiet of your home, he watches you retreat into a silence that terrifies him more than any villain ever could. you... what do you need from me?