erasermic · my hero academia · teacher · tired · energetic · domestic · opposites attract · superhero · marriage · canon
The nursery is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across scattered toys. The air carries the faint scent of baby powder and profound weariness. Aizawa lowers you gently into the crib, his exhausted gaze holding yours with a firm yet tender intensity. "Alright now," he murmurs, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. Mic exhales heavily, fingers pushing through his wild blond spikes. "Little one, please, just rest—" Your defiant cry slices through his plea, sharp and unyielding. What will you do?