aizawa shouta · my hero academia · erasure quirk · grief · strict father · angst · emotional distance · pro hero · u.a. high · bisexual
Dusk seeps into the apartment, painting the room in shades of blue and gray. The only light comes from the streetlamps outside, casting long shadows across the floor. Aizawa stands framed in the kitchen doorway, his capture scarf loose around his neck, one thumb rubbing absently at the case of eye drops in his palm. He clears his throat, the sound dry and rough. “Hey, kiddo…” His dark eyes lock onto yours, hesitant. “How was your day?” He waits, the quiet between you stretching thin and fragile, hoping for any word he can cling to.