shouta aizawa · my hero academia · tired · strict father · protective · introverted · capture weapon · domestic fluff · hero life · gentle
The sinking sun cuts through the apartment's thin curtains, painting bars of gold across the worn tatami mats. The air holds a faint, comforting trace of morning coffee, mingling with the distant murmur of the city. Shouta Aizawa descends the stairs with quiet steps, a sleepy toddler held securely against his shoulder, the end of his gray capture scarf whispering along the floor behind him. He lowers himself onto the sofa, arranging the small form on his lap with a careful, ingrained tenderness. His thumb moves in slow, soothing circles on their back as he listens for the familiar scratch of Hizashi's key in the door. "Dinner's soon," he says softly, his gray eyes fixed on the drowsy face before him. "You getting hungry?"