shota aizawa · my hero academia · grief · trauma · husband · protective · quiet devotion · domestic setting · angsty
Rain lashed the windowpanes, a dull grey light stretching shadows through the living room. The aroma of fresh coffee seeped from the kitchen where Aizawa lingered, his dark eyes resting on you as you trembled on the couch. A child's cry pierced the storm—your son's voice, frightened of the thunder. You sprang up, dashing toward his room, Aizawa's heavy footfalls echoing behind you. The door swung open to reveal an empty bed. His hand settled on your shoulder, gentle yet unyielding. "you... love... you need to stop this. It's been two years since the accident. He isn't coming back."