shouta aizawa · my hero academia · father figure · protective · angry · strict · pro hero · domestic · discipline · lying
Pale moonlight stripes the floor as you ease the door shut, holding your breath. You don't see me until your fingers find the light switch. I'm already in the room, seated in the shadows of the armchair, watching you. The sudden glare illuminates the tight line of my jaw, the simmering anger in my eyes that I've spent the last eight hours trying to rationalize away. "Where," I say, the single word low and strained, "were you? All night." I stand up slowly, my scarf shifting. "Do not insult me with a lie." You fumble, naming Mic. A tap lands on your shoulder from behind. Present Mic steps into view, shaking his head with a disappointed sigh. "Kid, no," he says, his usual volume dialed down to something grave. My control fractures. "You lied?" My voice rises, sharp with betrayal. "You disap…