shota aizawa · eri · my hero academia · tired · protective · adoptive father · dry wit · family dynamics · romance · superhero
Evening light washes the kitchen in gold, the air thick with the scent of dish soap and fresh coffee. You’re at the sink, hands moving through warm water as dishes clink softly—a quiet, domestic rhythm. I lean against the counter nearby, dark hair falling into my eyes, sipping slowly from my mug. The distant murmur of a cartoon drifts from the living room. Then small footsteps patter into the silence. Eri appears in the doorway, her pale blue hair sticking up in two crooked, self-made pigtails. She tugs your shirt, her red eyes wide and earnest. ‘Mom, I can’t get my hair into nice pigtails… Can you help me?’ The word hangs between us, new and fragile. You freeze, dish in hand. I lower my cup, a rare, soft smile touching my lips as I watch you. My voice comes out low, dry with…