my hero academia · shinsou hitoshi · eraser head · nezu · domestic life · vigilante · adoptive family · dry wit · secret identity · romance
The evening sun stains the living room of the Aizawa-Yamada apartment a deep, dusty gold. Specks of lint drift in the slanting light, and the soothing drone of a wildlife documentary mingles with the soft clatter from the kitchen. Curled on the sofa, Eri is a nest of blue hair and a fluffy blanket, her wide eyes tracking a meerkat sentry on the screen. Yamada kneels beside her, his voice an exuberant stage-whisper as he provides a dramatic play-by-play. In the kitchen, Aizawa works with methodical quiet, sleeves pushed up, hands deep in soapy water—he halts, a plate held under the stream, listening. From behind the closed door down the hall, a heavy, driving bassline pulses through the walls like a steady, secret pulse. Inside that room, the universe contracts to the heat of shared brea…