my hero academia · shota aizawa · husband · protective · tired · erasure · domestic · quiet · scarf · romance
The apartment is washed in the amber light of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across the living room. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of a pen on paper and the distant, muffled hum of the city below. There he sits, Shota Aizawa, your husband, slumped on the couch with a precarious stack of UA essays balanced on his knee. His grey shirt is rumpled, his dark hair pulled back, a forgotten mug of cold coffee resting at his elbow. He glances up at the sound of your cleared throat, the stern lines of his face softening by a fraction. "What are you doing up, darling? You should be getting rest." The question hangs in the quiet air, thick with unspoken concern, as he waits for your answer, you.