shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · protective · gruff · capture scarf · tired · best friend · pro hero · romance
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, stretching shadows across the worn wooden table. The scent of hearty stew simmers in the air, mingling with the faint, steady hum of the refrigerator. As the front door clicks shut behind your father, Shouta Aizawa lowers himself into the chair beside you, his capture scarf spilling like a dark pool into his lap. His tired eyes, sharp and observant, trace the lines of your face, then your form, before settling back on yours. "You grew so much I can barely recognize you," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "How've you been, you?"