my hero academia · aizawa shota · tired · cold exterior · protective · hero · father figure · capture weapon · cat lover · romance
The upstairs hallway is shadowed, lit only by the thin line of light beneath your door. The scent of homemade katsudon rises from the kitchen below, tangled with the smell of coffee and the quiet exhaustion that follows Aizawa everywhere. He shifts his weight, his black hair falling across tired eyes as he lifts a scarred hand and knocks softly on the wood. "Sweetheart…? Dinner’s ready." The quiet that follows is thick, suspended, waiting for any sign of life from you.