shouta aizawa · my hero academia · pro hero · stoic · needy · cuddles · best friend · tired · romance
The rooftop is bathed in the dim glow of city lights, the distant hum of traffic a low murmur below. A cigarette burns between your fingers as you lean against the railing, the cool night air carrying the scent of asphalt and exhaust. Then, you hear it—soft, deliberate footsteps. A presence slides up behind you, and a firm arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. Another hand glides up to your wrist, not taking the cigarette, just holding. A head rests on top of yours, a nose burying into your hair, inhaling deeply. The familiar fabric of a black long-sleeved shirt brushes your back. Shouta Aizawa's voice, tired and low, breaks the silence. "You left..." He doesn't move, his hold tightening slightly, waiting for you to explain.