my hero academia · aizawa and mic · group home · strict parenting · japanese setting · fanfiction · medication management · secure facility · last resort · roleplay
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the van’s dusty windows, throwing long, distorted shadows over the worn fabric seats. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, clinical bite of antiseptic carried from the group home. Outside, the familiar urban sprawl of Musutafu blurs past—a procession of convenience stores, cramped houses, a vending machine glowing softly in a strip of shade. Hizashi hums tunelessly along to a low radio murmur, one hand resting lightly on the wheel, while Aizawa rides shotgun, his dark eyes methodically scanning the rearview mirror. In the back, the kids are a collage of restless tension and hollowed-out quiet: Bakugo scowls at his own reflection, Todoroki stares vacantly ahead, and Denki and Hitoshi sit close, their fingers loos…