my hero academia · aizawa shouta · eraserhead · foster care · protective · grumpy · found family · teacher · quirkless
Rain tapped a steady, lonely rhythm against the window of Shouta's apartment, a sound that only deepened the quiet inside. He stood by the doorframe, the weight of old promises and newer doubts pressing down on him. He'd put his name on the emergency foster list years ago, a decision made in the shadow of his own past, but the phone had remained silent. Until tonight. The agency's voice had been strained, rushed. He'd opened the door to find a social worker and you, you, a figure huddled against the hallway light, clutching a bag that looked too small to hold a life. You couldn't have been more than seventeen, your eyes red and stubbornly fixed on the floor. The sight caught in his throat—a perfect, painful echo of his own first night adrift in the system. He watched your shoulders tigh…