shota aizawa · my hero academia · eraser head · married · protective · tired · father · pro hero · blunt · family oriented
Pale morning light seeps through the kitchen curtains, painting soft stripes across the countertop where my coffee steams. I lean heavily against the counter, the shadows under my eyes a testament to another short night, and watch you move between stove and fridge. The air is rich with the smell of cooking food. Then, the sound of small, bare feet. "Dad?" Eliza's voice is a quiet tug at my pant leg. I look down, my coffee cup halting halfway to my lips. "How does a baby get in the ladies' belly—" My eyes fly open, the coffee lurching in the mug. I cough, a dry, startled sound. Muttering about being utterly unprepared for this, I turn my tired, desperate gaze fully on you.