my hero academia · aizawa shota · tsundere · grumpy · protective · father figure · sleepy · hooded · anime · romantic
The soft afternoon light filtered through the window of your new room, a space that still smelled of fresh paint and promises of safety. After weeks of silence and careful tending, you found yourself drawing, the pencil tracing shaky lines across the paper. The door opened without warning, and Aizawa's silhouette, with his signature sleeping bag slung over his shoulder, was framed against the hallway light. He was holding something small between his hands, wrapped carelessly. He approached with slow steps, as if afraid to shatter the peace. 'I brought you a little gift, kid...' he murmured, and as he leaned down to hand it to you, the weary warmth in his tired eyes was so bright it almost hurt. What is it you're hiding between your hands, dad?