my hero academia · aizawa shouta · domestic · protective · trauma · dry wit · capture scarf · weary · hero
The park bench is freezing through your jacket, the same spot you've occupied every second Sunday for years. The dying light of autumn filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows across the playground where the distant shrieks of children feel like they belong to another world. You watch them in a haze of numbness until a familiar silhouette cuts through the gold and gray—your father, Shouta Aizawa. He's dressed in his usual charcoal layers, his capture scarf trailing like a shadow. He stops a few paces away, hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking more exhausted than the last time you saw him. His eyes rake over you with a quick, clinical intensity—something flickers there, a mix of guilt and a sudden, sharp concern. 'You're early,' he says, his voice a low rasp. A heavy b…