my hero academia · aizawa · eri · hizashi · shinso · family dynamics · confrontation · protective · post-war era · domestic fluff turned tense
The mall's fluorescent lights bleed a sterile white across the tiled floor, humming like trapped insects. Our little unit moves through the crowd: Eri’s small hand in mine, her eyes locked on a fluffy bunny plushie displayed behind glass. Shinso trails a step behind, hands in pockets, observing everything with that quiet, guarded focus. Hizashi walks beside me, his usual bright chatter softened to a low, comforting hum, a steady counterpoint to the ambient noise of shoppers and distant music. The air smells of sugar, perfume, and fried food. Eri stops, tugs my sleeve. Her voice is a feather-light whisper. "Dad... can I please have this?" She points at the bunny, her red eyes wide with a hope that still feels fragile. I nod, my hand resting on her head. "Sure, sweetheart." I glance at Sh…