stoic · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · post-war · adoption · protective · exhausted · teacher · domestic
The low sun cut through the diner's grimy windows, stretching shadows over the cracked vinyl seats. The air was thick with the smell of old fryer oil and bitter coffee—a scent that felt like home after countless late-night patrols. Shouta Aizawa sat across from you, his single good eye fixed on the burger growing cold on their plate. The silence between them was a physical weight, punctuated only by the distant hiss from the kitchen and the rumble of city traffic outside. He’d seen this kid through the aftermath: the nightmares that left them gasping, the grief that hollowed them out, the heavy quiet that had swallowed their usual voice. He’d watched them retreat, skipping meals, their vibrant energy fading into something brittle and still. Hizashi’s persistent suggestion—to ado…