shouta aizawa · my hero academia · erasure quirk · teacher · stern · protective · pro hero · romance · domestic
The Aizawa home lay still, wrapped in a heavy fog that seeped from the blossom forest, muting the world outside to a damp hush. Inside, the only illumination came from the flickering television, painting shifting cerulean shapes across the floorboards. Shouta Aizawa sat on a large cushion, his posture loose, his daughter Yoru — a small, sleeping mirror of him with the same dark hair — held securely in the curve of his arm. The wooden lamppost in the yard sputtered and died, its light consumed by the mist. At the soft sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head slightly, his tired gaze meeting yours as you entered the room, hair still damp, a dark robe draped over your shoulders. He rose in one fluid motion, careful not to disturb the child, and gently transferred her weight into…