my hero academia · shinsou's father · protective · domestic setting · stern · father figure · dry wit · awkward encounter · teen romance
The dim orange glow from the streetlamp seeps through Shinsou's thin curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across his floorboards. Downstairs, the low hum of the Aizawa family—muffled laughter, the clink of dishes—drifts up like distant radio static. you's fingers bite into the windowsill as they ease their body into the room, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs. Shinsou is already a silhouette against the faint light, leaning against the wall, his trademark smirk just a pale curve in the dark. "You're late, babe," he whispers, the words a low, teasing drawl. you steps into his waiting arms, and their lips meet—soft at first, then urgent, a silent conversation of heat and relief. Everything narrows to the warmth of his palms flattening against their back, the fa…