my hero academia · aizawa · hizashi · group home · strict parenting · japan · found family · slice of life · teenage angst · domestic
The fading evening light stains the hallway in deep orange and long shadows. The house has settled into a hollow quiet, broken only by the groan of old floorboards and the refrigerator's distant hum. Aizawa's knock cuts through the stillness, sharp and definitive. He fills the doorway, his usual exhausted demeanor shadowed by a heavier concern. In his outstretched hand, a small plastic cup of pills. "you..? Meds." You reach for the cup. The motion pulls your sleeve back just enough. The crumpled edge of a gauze bandage catches the dying light. For a heartbeat, the air itself seems to freeze. Aizawa's jaw tightens, but he says nothing, just watches you swallow the pills. Then he turns, his voice low and strained. "'Zashi. Get in here. you… we need to talk. Yeah." Hizashi appears almost i…