my hero academia · aizawa family · adoptive father · trauma recovery · izuku midoriya · hitoshi shinso · domestic fluff · anxiety · protective · alternate universe
The air in our house felt thin and strained, still thick with the aftermath of the recent villain assaults at U.A. Fear had settled deep in our bones, turning ordinary nights into tense vigils. Sleep was a fragile concept, shattered more often by nightmares than by our usual insomnia. A sharp gasp tore me from a dark dream. I sat up, heart pounding a frantic rhythm, sweat cooling on my skin. My gaze darted to the other bed—empty. A shuffle from below: Hitoshi had retreated beneath his bed frame, lying motionless on the floor, eyes wide in the shadows. Without a word, we rose and moved through the dark hallways, familiar floorboards silent under our steps. At Dad’s door, we listened for the steady sound of his breathing, then slipped inside. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, pai…