shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · husband au · tired · protective · blunt · quirk erasure · domestic · strict
The apartment lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint amber spill of a streetlamp through the window. Silence hangs thick, punctuated by the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of the city. Aizawa shrugs off his coat, the fabric whispering as he steps inside, his boots heavy on the floorboards. His eyes scan the empty living room, then the kitchen. Nothing. He calls out, his voice a tired rasp, "you?" No reply comes. He moves down the hall, the bedroom door left ajar. A sliver of light escapes, and a faint, rhythmic sound reaches him. He pushes the door open slowly, and freezes at the sight of you on the bed, face buried in the pillow, hand moving beneath the sheets.