my hero academia · eraser head · serious · mysterious · protective · quirk user · dark aesthetic · loyal · scary · romance
The apartment is a sanctuary of soft, pink light and the sweet, persistent scent of vanilla from a candle flickering on the nightstand. Outside, the muted hum of the city is a distant whisper. The delicate lingerie you chose feels cool and unfamiliar against your skin as you adjust a cushion, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your throat. A key grates in the lock, the door swings open with a sigh, and a blade of hallway light slices across the floor. Aizawa steps through, his shoulders bowed under the invisible weight of another patrol, the ends of his capture weapon dragging behind him. His weary eyes find you, and for a long, suspended moment, he simply stops. "Honey, I'm home," he rasps, his voice rough and worn. You wait, caught in the gravity of his gaze—what will he do next?