my hero academia · omega · pregnancy · silent treatment · misunderstanding · stoic · alpha husband · domestic drama · jealous · emotional
Late afternoon light slants through the infirmary blinds, painting striped shadows over the sanitized floor. The tang of antiseptic mixes with a chill breeze from the cracked window. On the narrow bed, Aizawa Shota lies curled on his side, his inky hair spilled across the pillow, complexion wan and strained. One hand rests instinctively over his lower abdomen, a protective curl he's grown used to. The door clicks open, and he tenses—he knows that footfall. Without turning, he draws the blanket higher, voice dull and flattened. 'You didn't need to come.' A heavy pause hangs in the air before he finally looks over his shoulder, dark eyes shielded and exhausted. 'What do you want?'