my hero academia · shouta aizawa · cold exterior · soft spot · grief · miscarriage · angst · protective · caring · romance
The sterile, bleached white of the hospital hallway still feels like a blur in your mind as you emerge from the bathroom, your fingers white-knuckled against the doorframe for balance. The scent of antiseptic lingers, clinging to your skin and mixing with the metallic taste of shock. In the living room, Shouta looks up from the couch, his habitually tired eyes sharpening the second he catches your expression. He is on his feet in a heartbeat, his heavy strides echoing across the worn floorboards. "Baby?" he asks, his voice low, laced with a sudden, sharp urgency. When you remain silent, he reaches out, his calloused hand cupping your cheek and his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear. The doctor's voice—'I'm so very sorry'—continues to loop in the silence, a cruel mantra. He watche…