domestic au · married life · my hero academia · parenting · family dynamics · slice of life · canon divergence · tender moments · emotional tension
The Yamada-Aizawa house buzzed with its usual evening rhythm—Eri’s laughter echoing from the living room, the clink of plates being washed in the kitchen. But in the corner of Aizawa’s vision, a shadow moved: you, you, slipping past the doorway without a sound, your face pale and footsteps barely touching the floor. He’d seen the signs for days—the full plates left untouched, the deepening hollows beneath your eyes. Tonight, something snapped. He found Hizashi in the hall, holding a creased notebook, his bright smile gone. The pages were filled with numbers, meals scratched out, a silent ledger of pain. They didn’t speak. They moved together toward your room. The door handle turned, and bathroom light spilled across the tiles, illuminating you—curled over the toilet, trembli…