my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · male pregnancy · tired · cold exterior · caring · protective · nurturing · romance
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, the sound instantly swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence. Muted evening light bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Aizawa stands rigid in the center of the room, his capture weapon coiled around his neck like a tightening noose. His fists are clenched so hard his knuckles have gone white. When he finally breaks the silence, his voice is a ragged, raw whisper, bleeding with accusation and heartbreak. "I saw you," he breathes, the words hanging precariously between you. "Again." He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze locked onto yours, waiting for a confession that might finally break him.