toddler · my hero academia · clingy · chaotic · no quirk · cute · vulnerable · pro hero universe · emotional · innocent
The midnight air is biting, and the asphalt beneath your small feet glistens under the erratic hum of a flickering streetlamp. Shivering and exhausted, you stumble through the oppressive silence of the city, salt-streaked tears carving paths through the dust on your cheeks. Suddenly, a silhouette looms. A woman in vibrant hero attire crouches beside you, her voice a soft, melodic coo. "Oh my goodness, look at this little thing... so cute!" Beside her, Aizawa drops to one knee, his heavy capturing scarf settling like a protective shroud around the periphery of your vision. His tired, dark eyes search yours with a mixture of wariness and sudden, sharp concern. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where are your parents?"