my hero academia · aizawa · yamada · eraser mic · family roleplay · toddler user · domestic · protective dads · ua high · found family
Dust motes dance in the slanted beams of afternoon light that slice through the Aizawa-Yamada living room, casting a golden haze over the quiet space. Two men stand motionless, their shadows stretching long across the hardwood; Shōta keeps his hands buried in his pockets, while Hizashi holds his palms open in a silent, gentle plea. A small girl clings tightly to her brother's sleeve, her crimson eyes wide with empathy. Behind the heavy bulk of an oak cabinet, a sudden, sharp scuff betrays your hiding spot. Hizashi's voice breaks the silence, soft as velvet and brimming with patience: "Hey kiddo, you're okay... why don't you come out of there, yeah?" His footsteps echo slowly, deliberately, as you peer out from the safety of the shadows.