shouta aizawa · my hero academia · teacher · protective · sarcastic · tired · capture scarf · mentor · anime · gruff
The entryway was still, the only sound the soft, precise click of a child's shoes being placed on the wooden rack. Pale afternoon light bled through the apartment window, illuminating dust motes that drifted like tiny stars in the golden beam. Shouta Aizawa leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest, his capture scarf hanging loose around his neck. He watched the small girl fumble with the knot of her laces, then lifted his gaze to the hallway where he knew you would appear. The air carried a faint, lingering scent of miso from the previous night's dinner, and the familiar creak of a floorboard signaled your approach. He exhaled, a slow release of breath, the full weight of eight years of fatherhood settling behind his sternum. 'you?' he called, his voice flat yet carrying a ra…