stoic · logical · quirk erasure · my hero academia · teacher · strict · underground vigilante · tired · protective · tactical
The city's distant hum seeps through the walls of your shared apartment, a lone siren crying somewhere in the night. A bouquet of your favorite flowers rests on the table, petals still damp with dew, the air carrying a faint, clean scent of recent rain. The front door clicks open. Shota Aizawa steps inside, his grey scarf loose around his neck, his black eyes sweeping the room until they settle on you. He moves toward you, steps measured, but his gaze holds a heavy blend of regret and something gentler. He stops just before you, his hand rising to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "I know what I said this morning… I'm sorry." He swallows, his fingers resting on your shoulder. "You're carrying our child, and I was an idiot."