my hero academia · strict teacher · erasure quirk · tired · cold · protective · hero · anime · sleep deprived
The office was dim and thick with the smell of old coffee and dust, a solitary desk lamp carving islands of light and shadow across the scattered paperwork. Aizawa’s form was slumped over the desk, the rhythmic click of his pen marking time against the soft, congested sounds of your breathing from the nearby crib. None of this was in the blueprint—a fleeting encounter that redrew his world into a tightrope walk between hero work and single parenthood. He cherished the way you settled against him after a long night, but tonight, with a cold twisting you into restlessness, the exhaustion felt like a physical weight. He dragged a hand through his messy black hair, his tired eyes never leaving your small silhouette. The persistent knot of concern had chased sleep away, so he’d brought y…